Head Over Heels: Architect [EDITING]

Cleaning Up

The car ride consisted of mainly you and yoongi fighting on whether he should stay.

"I gotta make sure you get your room clean. Plus I'm still hungry." As those last words roll off his tongue his free hand makes its way to rubbing your thigh. As much as you want to smack it away, you want his rough skin to run along your thigh. Hormones speed through your body at a high rate.

"What makes you think I will even be paying attention to you?" You say trying to make your words sound callas instead of nervous.
"I will make you."

What is he doing to you?! His words are murdering your ovaries!

You finally get inside and make your way up the stairs. His steps are quite but you can hear him following you. With a tight turn, your hands lay on his chest and stop him. You don't even notice him grasp on to both of your wrists to keep your hands from moving away.
"You can stop right here. You really shouldn't go in my room."
"Oh come on. It can't be that bad. Plus Jin told me I have to watch you like the kid you are." He replies.
Your heart beats. And not because of him. Because he's about to find out that your a slob who doesn't ever clean her room.

Fuck.

Creaking as the door opens, Yoongi's mouth drops at the piles of clothes that look like mount Kilimanjaro.

"Shit. Do you ever clean?" He sounds disgusted. Good. Maybe he will leave.

"Everything is clean.... I just hate folding." Your in pure defeat as he sees the worst side of you. Even though you expect him to turn around and leave, he moves past you and puts his cellphone on the TV stand and begins folding. You stand there in awe. He's actually helping you and your likeness for him rises.

Maybe he's not that big of a jerk...

"Yah! Are you just gonna stand there? Start folding! This is your mess!" He yells.

Nevermind. He's a jerk even when he's helping.

"Coming."

It's been hours and your hands are hurting. Honestly you have only folded a pile and yoongi has folded four.
"Why do you even have so many clothes?" He asks. You can see he's getting tired too.
"Jin likes to dress me up."

Yoongi POV

Her words made him tremble. The thought of picking out dresses. Shirts. Lingerie. And her wearing it. That made him tremble. He felt his cheeks getting red. He wanted to pin her to the wall and kiss her but he knew he couldn't.

Change the subject, Yoongi!

"Oh. That's...cool. So......do you wear bras?"

DOES SHE WEAR BRAS??ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! WHAT KIND OF SUBJECT CHANGE IS THAT?!

"Well uhm yeah? Oh! You must have picked one out of the pile. I guess your asking where they go. They get hung up in my closet." She replies.

Yes. That's what happened. Quick find a bra!

Yoongi picks up the nearest bra. It's a simple nude colored bra and it doesn't really make him feel any certain way. He's seen multiple bras. On and off of females. He kinda is a player. That's okay. Yoongi makes his way to the closet and opens it. He hangs it next to the others and is about to close the door but something catches his eye. He glanced over his shoulder to see if shes looking.

Good. She's not. Well I am helping her clean her room. I should at least get a little bit of a reward.

With ninja-like silence, he pushes the away the other bras to reveal a black lace bra with a matching thong. It has a skirt that goes with it. And to make it even better, everything is see through. He slams the door and turns a bright fire engine red.

Fuck! I want her so bad. So. So. SO. BAD!!

His hormones are elevating.

They are alone in the room.

Just a kiss.

Just a kiss on the cheek.

Just look at her.

Don't look at her.

Don't even breathe.

He finally turns and looks over at her. She doesn't notice him. Good. He breathes a sigh of relief.

Y/N POV

You finally finish. The whole room looks so much better. Hands burning you both fall on to your bed in exahustion.

Yoongi holds up his hand infront of you and you high five it. Thank god. You are done cleaning your room after years of never seeing the carpet.

"Wow. I'm really happy. Thank you Mr. Min." You thank him as you turn your head to him. He suddenly sits up and looks at you.
"Did you just call me... MR. MIN?!" He sounds upset but not really. His tone is weird.
"Uh.....yes. You ARE older than me and work with my brother. My brother is more like my dad. So yeaaah." After explaining that to him you sit up and turn on the TV. Yoongi suddenly sits right infront of you and looks deep into your eyes. He slowly approaches your lips.

Oh my god is he kissing me again?! What should I do? I should keep my cool.

You sit there motionless. The last kiss you guys shared was light and gentle. Maybe he was rough in reality but in the fantasy world shared between the two of you, he was gentle. He moves in closer and closer and you close your eyes expecting a kiss but what is this?!

His lips aren't on your lips.

They are on your neck?!

He is sucking on your collar bone!!

Mayday! Red alert!!!!

"What are you doing?" You yell as you try to push him off of you. He grabs on to your shoulders and you feel a stinging sensation on your neck where the asshole's lips are. He finally releases and wipes his mouth smirking at you.
"What did you do that for?!" You yell once again. He points to the mirror which makes you run to it and take a look at your neck.

A red mark.

A hickey.

From yoongi.

"I was marking what's mine." He laughs.