Imagines • BTS

MYG1

Imagine...

The basement is filled with silence.

Yoongi sits on a brown stool and his fingers are playing around with the keys of the piano. 

"Beautiful, isn't it?" he says, referring to the sound of the piano and you nod your head.

He lets out a sigh and you feel pity as he's trying so hard to find a job as a composer in the music industry.

"You can achieve your dreams, Yoongi." you say, hoping that it motivates him and will make him stop sulking all the time.

But the man in front of you lets out another sigh and runs his hand through his hair.

His hand reaches for the box of cigarettes and he takes one out. Your eyes follow Yoongi's movements and you spot a white lighter next to the box of cigarettes. Without thinking you grab the lighter before Yoongi could.

"Stop." you say, putting the lighter in your pocket. "You can do something better than that." you whisper, even though you know that Yoongi smokes to release his stress.

It pains you to see that, because smoking can affect his health. You stand up and flop down on his cozy bed.

You grab the brown guitar and start to strum it. "I swear to god..." Yoongi smirks. He stands up and slowly approaches you.

"How am I supposed to release my stress now?" he says, taking a seat next to you. His arms snake around your waist, pulling you closer to him. So close that you're practically sitting on his lap.

"Tell me how..." he whispers as his lips slowly kiss your ear causing you to giggle.

"Just watch me." you say jokingly and Yoongi scoffs.

"Watching you drains all of my energy." he says and you playfully hit his chest making him fall backwards.

He is laying comfortably on the bed when you lay on top of him. Your forehead leaning against his forehead and Yoongi's hands stay on your hips.

"Just like this..." he whispers softly. His lips curve into a smile. "I could watch you all day gorgeous.".

His eyes stare at you as he brings your head closer to his until both of your lips meet.