「18+」mr.piano :: myg

chapter 8 - his house

we arrive at yoongi's house after forever. we went by train. the journey were long..

i look up to see a large house, black and white. wait, what. a mansion, even?! as expected, as part of that stupid bangtan group.

my house is pretty average, not that i'm not grateful. but this? didn't see this coming from a bad boy.

because compared to his house to himself, it looks fucking expensive. yet, yoongi has a completely different image from his actual status.

he wears ripped, ragged leather jackets and jeans with black, sly boots which finishes and compliments his looks. i guess that's what I find most attractive about him? did i just call him attractive-

honestly, he never ceases to surprise me. there's always something new i can find out about him.

"what's with that look on your face?" yoongi startles me.

"oh, nothing-"

he drags me to the door, my feet hesitantly following behind me.

he pushes me behind him as i bury my face into the back of his jacket. i can smell his cologne. it were a strong scent, but it were bearable since i like the smell.

i walk into the house behind yoongi when i realise yoongi's hand were still placed fittingly with mine. I let go slowly and were amazed by the exquisite scenery and furniture. my lips fall agape.

i see two figures talking. i couldn't see who it were, it wasn't like i were going to know who it is anyway. It's yoongi's house, not mine.

i see a masculine shadow, along with a shirt and petite shadow.

"nice hous-"

i were cut off by yoongi's palm, roughly cupping over my mouth.

with that, he picks me up bridal style, rushes upstairs. which by the way, were long. and pushes me into a room, throwing me recklessly on a bed. i'm guessing it is his room.

he then locks the door, making me worried and suspicious.

he then hovers on top with me underneath him.

he bends down, lowering his lips to my ear. i could feel his hot breath hit my ear lobe, tickling it. my breath hitches and my cheeks fall into a warm red.

every hair on my body flinches, these goosebumps are intense. my hands were wrapped into each other, laying on top of my chest.

"don't move and don't make a sound. stay still," he whispers softly into my ear.

i gulp, quietly humming as a response.

we hear rattling downstairs and loud chatter as it got nearer to the door. we then heard the door clamp shut with the chains and locks secured.

he got off me and i sigh in relief.

"what was that?" i question, still feeling a bit shaken from his actions.

"my parents don't know you are here, of course. they don't want you here either," yoongi breathes.

he brushes his fingers through the hair at the back of his head. that should not be as attractive as it is.

he falls back on the end of the bed, catching a breath.

"why?"

"you're a girl, and you're staying over for the night. connect the dots, idiot," he replies as he flicks the middle of my forehead with his index finger and thumb. thanks! but i should be grateful it isn't a punch in my left eye.

"oh, yeah. i think i understand now.." i nervously let out. i rub my nape.

a smirk plasters on yoongi's face, turning off his phone. he groans, picking himself up from the bed.

"ah, my fucking eye," he silently cusses.

"my parents will be out until tomorrow 10am so don't worry. have a shower and i'll prepare dinner," yoongi states, passing a large white towel.

i nod.

yoongi leaves the room.

i get up from the bed as well and stretch my arms, arching my aching back.

"well, i'm here now," i mumble under my breath.

narrators note: thank you for reading! if you notice a mistake with my grammar or a glitch in the plot, please tell me. don't be a silent reader! have a good day, my luvli 💞