Makeup Artist || yoongi x reader

Forty

You followed him down the stairs and watched him begin to sort out supplies.

"Where's your pancake mix?" He placed a finger on his chin and looked around in the cabinets.

"Right there" you pointed at the counter and he nodded.

"So you're a pancake kind of guy.." you said quietly.

He laughed and began to mix the ingredients. "Who doesn't like pancakes?"

"Me" you grinned at him as he turned his head to you slowly.

"Really?" He furrowed his brows at you and stopped mixing.

"I'm allergic" you lied.

"Well...fuck" he placed the bowl of pancake mix over the sink, ready to pour it down.

"Wait! I'm kidding!" You pleaded as he stopped.

"Ah! I thought you were being for real.." he pouted and placed the mix back on the counter.

"Why would I have pancake mix if I didn't like it? Duh!" You laughed and sat on top of the counter.

"True" he nodded and laughed cutely.

"Why are you so freaking cute.." you groaned and pulled your baggy shirt over your thighs.

"Do you think so?" He asked.

"Of course I think so! Have you not seen yourself in the mirror?" You swung your legs back and forth as you sat at the edge of the counter.

"I don't have time to look in the mirror, I'm too busy looking at someone cuter" he chuckled, still facing away from you to cook the pancakes.

"Who?" You asked, almost jealous.

"You" he said sweetly.

"God your so cheesy.." you blushed and kicked his butt from your spot.

He chuckled and placed the pancakes on a plate.

"I'm surprised you didn't burn it" you glanced at the food and smiled.

"I've been practicing.." he turned to you with the plate in his hands.

You down at the oddly shaped pancakes, to realize that they were in the shape of hearts.

"Oh my gosh...you...ughhh" you took the plate and shoved it aside to wrap your arms around his neck.

Inside though, you were burning up and screaming at his cuteness.

He met his eyes with yours and smiled.

"Stop being so cute!" You pinched his cheeks and kissed his nose.

He stepped away from you and continued to make his own food.

Taking a fork from the drawer, you poured syrup on top and ate the delicious breakfast.

He placed his own plate by your side and ate his as well.

"It was so good" you smiled at him and placed your plate in the sink to clean later.

He nodded and watched you as you walked over to the stairs.

"I'm gonna go change really quick, be right back" you skipped up the stairs and heard him hum in response.

You took out a plain black hoodie along with some Jean shorts and put them on.

Making your way back downstairs, you heard yoongi talking softly.

"Y/n...will you please go on a date with me? No too weird. Y/n, go on a date with me. Too strict. Y/n...wanna go on a date? Yea...that's good" he whispered to himself.

You smiled and but your lip. "Yoongi" you chirped as you stepped down the stairs, acting as if you didn't hear him.

"Yea?" He stood up straight and blushed slightly.

"What are we gonna do today?" You sat on one of the bar stools and stared at him.

"Y/n...wanna go on a date?" His face turned red and he licked his lips.

"Sure" you nodded, when inside you were laughing your ass off.

"Good" he sighed in relief and smiled.

How did you get so lucky...

- short chapter sorry. But please please please, check out my new story called 'changes'. :) *Self promo lmao*