Wifi | Min Yoongi x Reader

40. Personal

"Kind of angry you dyed your hair without me" (le pic is rigth fuckin there)

"You said I had rat roots"

"Yeah okay whatever" you rolled your eyes 

"Audition"

"BigHit?"

"BigHit"

He smiled like prince charming, full of confidence and happiness, and you watched him lift his feet to place them on you coffee table, the epitome of comfortable.

"Hey superstar, just because you're Min Yoongi doesn't mean you can put your stinky feet on my table"

"Hey babe, don't be jealous"

"How am I being jealous?" you nudged his feet off the table before sitting next to him. Taeha excused herself out of the room, probably feeling a bit awkward, not wanting to third-wheel. 

"You're scared I'll devote my life to BigHit"

"I'm so scared" you scooted closer to him and he slung his arm around your shoulders

"Yeah? I should get rid of your fears then" 

"Mhm"

"There's something about you" he inched closer "I'm very into it"

"Hm?"

"Something that, nothing, no one, can match, you are the match to the fire of our passionate love"

"You're being extra cringy-"

"Gotta get ready for fan-service. But you still love me"

You could feel his hands fidget around your waist as he kissed you, almost uncomfortably, because of the position you two were in, and you considered sitting on his lap, only to discard the idea the moment you thought of it, because Taeha was in the next room, and that was super awkward. 

"Hey" he pulled away, his eyes still closed, as if not wanting to stop what he was doing fully "Let's go to my place, netflix and chill?"

"You can't afford netflix"

"Then just the chill part" he opened his eyes now, only to roll them, and smile widely when you nodded. 

That night was awfully difficult to leave, because Yoongi and his bed were home, and you forgot your own, but Taeha had texted you, not asking to come back, only asking if she could eat the leftover pizza, and you felt guilty not to come back. It was her last night after all, it would be really..

well maybe it wouldn't be anything, besides, I don't wanna wake Yoongi up, also look at that cute dumpling while he's sleeping i just wanna pinch his lil cheeks-

He turned in his sleep, as if giving you an answer, facing his back to you, and you reasoned that it was better to not leave your guest alone in your place on her last night. 

And surely enough, it was good you came back to your place. You found Taeha on the couch, crying, well, trying to pretend she wasn't crying the moment you opened the door, but you could tell, by the way she was breathing heavily, hiding her face, and trying to convince you no these aren't tears. 

"Taeha"

"It's stupid okay, I'm crying and being weak and it's so stupid"

"It is not stupid"

You took a roll of toilet paper from the bathroom, and once you came back, Taeha had finally uncovered her face, to reveal her red puffy eyes and swollen cheeks. You sat at her feet, placing the roll in her lap and waited as she dried her tears, calming herself down and taking slow breaths.