21 Days With Him?! (YoonMin)

Chap 22

Yoongi's Pov

I stir in bed my pillow moving around after I do. Wait a minute pillows don't move. I open my eyes and take in my surroundings. Everything from last night comes back to me. Awe damn I promised the kids we can go to the movies. I grab my phone and look up some theaters near by. We can go watch Inside Out.

I look at the show times.

Looks like we're going at 6.

"What you doing love?" I jump at the sudden speaking. I look up at Jimin.

"I'm looking up times for the movies. We're going to see Inside Out."

"Namjoon has been wanting to see that movie for a while."

"Everyone's dreams are coming true," I laugh.

"You're very weird Rich Boy," he says and in a flash he's hovering over me. "But I like it," he smiles and pecks me on the lips.

I smile and he stares at me.

"Get off me!" I laugh and push him off of me making him fall off the bed.

He let's out a groan and I roll the other direction out of the bed. I head to the kitchen wearing Jimin's long sleeve gray shirt. I look into his refrigerator and grab eggs and bacon.

I search for the pans, finding them in a cabinet over the stove. I reach for it and can't grab it. I stand on my tip toes and almost touch it.

"Let me help you my bear," Jimin says grabbing the pan and setting it on the stove. "Looks like the sugar in the house is going to be cooking for us," he smirks leaning on the counter on the opposite side of the kitchen.

I turn around facing him.

"Let's see the so called 'sexy mochi' of the house cook."

"Oh no. I can't."

"What's that I hear?" I say jutting my ear out and then start making chicken noises.

"Oh so you want to play it that way?" he questions walking up to me meeting me face to face. "You're on. I cook for you and Seokjin and you cook for me and Namjoon."

"Easy."

He smirks grabbing my waist pulling me close. I wrap my arms around his neck and he kisses me.

"You know. These lips," he puts his fingers on my lips. "Will never get old," he smiles. I smile and we kiss again. He grabs my thighs. "Jump." I obey his command and wrap my legs around his torso.

He sets me on the counter and I feel the atmosphere change into something more. He kisses on my neck and something inside me erupts. A want, a need.

I push him away.

"Can't," I tell him breathing hard.

"Why?" he asks just as breathless as I am.

"Not ready and kids are in the next room. Besides we're supposed to be making breakfast," I tell him.

"Alright. Sorry," he apologizes and pecks my lips. He moves away and I hop down off the counter. Jungkook was wrong. He's not like that.

We get down to cooking. Surprisingly Jimin can cook.

After 30 minutes we were done.

"Seokjin! Namjoon! Food!"

I hear the patter of feet rush from the room to the table.

"I made your breakfast Seokjin so don't be surprised if it actually tastes good," Jimin says. I hit him in the shoulder and he chuckles setting the two plates down.