bts oneshots ✓ [completed]

✔Attention | Yoongi

(BORDERLINE SMUT)

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A low, tired yawn escapes your lips as you stretch, your back arching like a cat's. Your muscles relax, the calm of the room returning once you were relaxed and back into your fetal position.

The door of your bedroom swings open abruptly, revealing a half-awake Min Yoongi, wearing only his sweatpants. He pulls on his t-shirt, shooting you a lazy gummy smile.

"Hey there." You smile, before looking back down at the bright screen of your cellphone. Yoongi plops down next to you, resting his chin on your shoulder. You pay him no mind, and continue scrolling through your social medias.

"Hey, jagi. Sorry I fell asleep." Yoongi hums tiredly, his breath reeking of toothpaste and minty mouthwash.

You hum in response, leaning into him. His arms snake around your waist, resting on your hip. His head lifts off your shoulder, and moves to rest on your head as he pulls you into his lap.

You two remain in silence; you on your phone, him slowly enveloping you in his warmth. For a brief moment, you thought he had fallen asleep, with his legs wrapped around yours as you pressed your knees against yourself, and his arms tight around your waist.

Up until he began whining.

"(Y/n)...." Yoongi whines, his already unnaturally tight grip on you somehow tightening.

"What?" You ask innocently, clearing all your open windows, leaving it on the home screen.

"I'm bored."

"I'm (Y/N)." You laugh at your own dad-joke. Yoongi sighs against the shell of your ear, earning a tsunami of shivers running down your spine. His mint green hair tickles your cheek as he leans down, pressing his soft, pouted lips against the soft skin of your neck.

You swallow, your eyes fluttering closed. Yoongi didn't move, and instead just kept his cheek resting against your shoulder, his lips gently peppering kisses in one select spot on your neck.

Somehow, you didn't mind.

You smirk to yourself, knowing full-well that he wanted attention.

What could you say? You like evoking Min Yoongi's seldom-seen competetive side.

You turn back on your cellphone, your thumb immediately pressing onto the first app you saw. It didn't take long, for Yoongi to let out a low growl against your jugular. He lets out a heavy exhale through his nose, retracting his lips from your neck.

For only about one-third of a second, you thought he was done trying to take up your attention.

Only one-third.

His hands travel lower, moving from your hips to your abdomen, his head returning to your neck.

Intoxicating waves of pleasure, shivers, and pure childish excitement flooded your system, erasing any trace of rational thought from your head immediately.

Yoongi smirks against the soft flesh of your neck before continuing to decorate it with purple-toned marks. He had finally gotten your undivided attention.

And he didn't intend on sharing it with a cellphone.