「18+」mr.piano :: myg

chapter 10 - pervert

i'm sitting in yoongi's house, in yoongi's bathroom and in yoongi's bathtub.

my head feels heavy and my body is exhausted, considering today was quite chaotic.

i close my eyes, trying to create peace with myself. although, my mind can't help but cloud itself with bitter thoughts.

i raise my fingers to my lips. they are still puffy and swollen from the intense kiss.

i graze them across my lower lip, but i feel that my fingers are all pruned up. i've been in the bath for too long.

a shriek trembles from my lips as it echoes and off the bathroom walls. i feel so disgusted with myself.

my mind keeps reviving the scene. and what i definitely don't need is for yoongi to tease me for the rest of my life about how i kissed him. he might even tell the school. and if does, what if he lies and said i'm the one who kissed him?!

i wish i could drop dead.

i can the fucking headlines in the schools newspaper already.

my head feels as if it's about to blow up.

i groan in utter frustration as my arms waver aggressively in the water.

i bring my arms up into the air to stretch. the water splashes everywhere; small little droplets on the wall and water all over the floor. dammit.

i exhale.

"get a grip, ara," i mumble, deciding to finish off my bath.

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i look into the misty mirror that's pierced into the wall, my figure looking blurry in my reflection.

my hand arose, wiping the mirror where my reflection were.

wait, what?

those marks... they are purple and red. mostly, fresh and large.

i curse out loud. fuck.

it were those hickeys he gave me.

sighing, my hand resting on the mirror.

"i-i could wear a scarf to cover it up, right? or some foundation should do well nicely," i poute, touching my sensitive skin with my frail and shaking fingers.

"alright," i bring myself together.

seeing there was only the shower products for men, i have no choice but to use them.

olive scented shampoo and conditioner. it's different to what i use personally, but it works with me.

greenleaf scented body wash. that's also different to what I use, but it is what it is.

"i'll smell like yoongi after this bath for sure," i roll my eyes in disgust.

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i wrap the big towel around my petite body. i could feel the water being socked up.

i peek my head out of the door, looking into yoongi's room to make sure that there is no one there.

i quickly run like a little duck to the door of his room and lock it. this WILL not happen again.

i walk slowly to his bed to see my uniform gone and replaced with neatly folded clothes.

there's small post-it. i pick it up, hesitant.

it read, 'here are some clothes that you can wear after your bath. and if your wondering where your skool clothes are, they are in the wash downstairs. come down as soon as possible, dinner is nearly ready. -min suga'.

ah, as expected. he spelt school wrong. fucking idiot.

"well, that's nice of him, i guess. weirdo," i mumble in slight confusion. although, i couldn't help but smile.

i throw the note to the side. i examine the clothes: a large white shirt, baggy black jogging bottoms, fluffy slippers and red, silky undergarments.

where in the fuck did he get those from?

on top of the undergarments were another note that read, 'you can wear these as well. they are from a some girl last week, she forgot to take them. don't worry, they are cleaned and they are your size. i checked your undergarments just to make sure that they would fit perfectly :) -min suga'.

"spoke too soon, didn't i?" a small, nervous laugh escapes my lips.

"fucking hell, that pervert," i mutter as i figure out that i have no choice but to wear it since mine are already in the wash, and it would not be appropriate to not wear any around a boy.

i put the undergarments on. gross.

they fit well but i'm still disgusted that i am wearing some strangers undergarments. and not to mention that they are used! finna throw the fuck up.

pushing that aside, i put on the clothes he provided me.

the t-shirt is comfortable; big and right for me. in the other hand, the jogging bottoms were way too big. So big that they kept on slipping from my waist. i swear to fucking god, they could fall at any time. but what can i do?

i decide to wear a towel wrapped around my waist and ask for another pair. this towel has more of a chance staying on my hips than the jogging bottoms.

i grab my phone from yoongi's desk.

i sigh, looking at the wall mirror nearby the desk to see myself looking like a total freak.

my body is slight damp so my shirt can't help but tick to my skin. as a result, i could easily see the red undergarments shade through the shirt.

"i look like the school's laughing stock," i said sarcastically.

oh, yeah. i forgot. 'come down as soon as possible, dinner is nearly finished.'

i unlock the door and walk downstairs. this huge stairs are quite terrifying. i walk into a room which i think is the living room?

i look around, my eyes searching around for yoongi and the food. i'm fucking starving.

"looking for me?" i hear a husky voice whisper into my ear, giving me prickly goosebumps on my skin.

narrator's note:

FUCK
reading this from like, what, 2 years ago? i lit rally had the most unnecessary details ever. 😭😭

i tried to trim it down so it's somewhat readable :)