蓬鬆|fluffy°yoonmin

Fluff [10]

Camila's 'never be the same' really goes with this story in Yoongi's perspective⇧ so play it rn

also, honestly i had no idea this story would continue for this long HA

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What the hell.

He gripped his hair, tugging at the roots.

What the hell just happened.

Mr. Pickles was thrown across the room, hitting the wall, bouncing across the floor a couple of times, and staring at him with sad eyes.

“Don't look at me like that!” Yoongi yelled at it.

Mr. Pickles did not relent.

“I said, stop it!” Yoongi directed a kick at it, and watched as it flew out the room. Needless to say, it did not satisfy him in the least.

“Argh!” He collapsed down on the bed, his head hitting the crinkled sheets.

Breathing through his nose in an attempt to calm himself down, he stared up at the ceiling and reflected on what had occurred merely half an hour ago.

..It's j-just that you s-smelled so n-nice...

Burying his face behind a discarded pillow, Yoongi felt his cheeks go warm.

And that was the problem.

Min Yoongi had remarkably good looks, in addition to that dark and brooding ‘bad boy’ attraction, that had people literally drooling. He may seem of the type to have bedded every single person in the vicinity, but that's where the assumptions went wrong.

Truth was, Yoongi was simply too guarded to show anyone that side of him. He was scared, no, uneasy of the thought of going bare on an individual, may it be a stranger, or someone he knew.

Hence, he had outright banned himself of even glancing at someone in terms of attraction or love. And therefore, had grown to dislike love, discarded it as a factor completely useless.

Well, that is, until now.

There was just something about that pink haired boy that made Yoongi go weak at the knees and heart to bloom out in peculiar ways.

Previously, when talking to him, Yoongi had barely been able to keep the blush from becoming prominent across his cheeks.

His jaw muscles had felt weird and stiff as he had smiled after goodness knows how long. He had even petted him again for heaven's sake!

His name had tumbled out of his lips, something he had jarringly regretted two seconds later.

All because of that certain bubblegum pink haired boy waltzing across a vacated neighborhood, wearing a three-sizes-too-big bomber jacket.

Yoongi felt soft and angry at the same time. And yes, that feeling is entirely possible.

The thing that confused Yoongi, was why. Why did he suddenly feel these feelings, the feelings he previously assumed had left him forever?

All of it was giving him a severe migraine.

He hmmphed in a disgruntled way, and walked over to pick up the discarded Mr. Pickles from the hall.

Snuggling his nose into the soft fur to whiff the comforting scent, he muttered an almost unintelligible, “I'm sorry,” and pressed the toy close to his chest in a protective kind of way.

Maybe it's not that bad, he thought, To love someone.

Maybe it's actually nice.

A/N; Merry Christmas my adorable bbys o(^▽^)o

Gucci Gang is a total bop and if u disagree the door is to your left bai