SWEET

Next to Yoongi

There was banging on our door. Loud female shrieks. I leapt out my sleep and turned my head noticing that I was alone. What? I looked down at my bare chest and realised that Yoongi had left me. The banging became louder, I threw on a baggy tshirt and skidded into the hallway. My door was rattling and the multiple female strikes came louder. Bam! The door flew off its hinges and I was face to face with an angry mob of hormonal fangirls.
"LET YOONGI GO!" they screamed charging for me.

"AGH!" I yelled. I turned my head seeing Yoongi groan and rub his eyes. His chest was exposed and the sun light creeping in from my curtains danced on his pale skin making him glow. I sighed as I thanked Lord that my body was intact, the angry mob of ARMY was all a terrible nightmare. I snuggled my head into Yoongi's chest and wrapped my arms around him. He groaned again and turned his face towards me so that his lips were pressed into my forehead.
"Why did you scream?" He croaked.
I giggled to myself and decided to keep my dream to myself, I cuddled in to his neck and pressed my lips against his skin. His hand played in my hair, I smiled reminiscing over last night, he was a gentle lover which kind of surprised me. His lips hardly left mine whilst he moved within me and he'd groaned sweet nothings against my lips. I felt him softly tug on my hair, "last night was something," he chuckled, he pulled away and made a weird face, his hand pulling on my hair and started to laugh, like really laugh.
"I now understand why you hate the rain," his eyes were gone, I frowned at him as I saw tears roll down his cheeks. I moved away from him and looked at myself in the mirror.
"Oh damn," my hair was a mad lions mane, from the assault from the rain and from a 5ft6 pale korean guy. I turned around and narrowed my eyes at him, pointing my finger at him.
"You had a part in creating all of this," I said waving my hands around my puffed out hair.

"Mmm that is true, but what are you going to do about it?" He gave me a closed smile and a wink. I pouted my lips and strutted back to the bed, and climbed on top of him. I leant down to kiss him, I pulled away and put my lips to his ear, "Your in for a ride Min Yoongi," I whispered.
He slapped me on my ass and I giggled as I felt him bring the duvet over.

I watched him in awe as he got dressed, I cant believe that I had this beautiful boy all to myself, a boy that has over million girls out there dying to be in my position. A smug smile came onto my face, Yoongi gave me a weird look as he acknowledged my facial expression.
"Why your face like this?" he said in cute broken English.
I chuckled at him and he narrowed his eyes at me as his confusion grew.
"I'm just weird," I tell him, deciding that I'd keep my smug thoughts to myself.
"I know that," he said as he buckled his trousers, I got up from the bed using the duvet to cover myself.
"You don't need to do that, I've seen it all now," he made one of his famous side grins, that made my insides melt but I still had that duvet wrapped around me like a cocoon.
"Well, I'm going to be heading off. Make sure you catch up with your work," his hand cupped my cheek and he softly pressed his lips against my forehead, before he started to walk out of my bedroom. I sighed and fell back on to my bed staring up at my ceiling.