"Look at me."
"No."
"Look at me Yoongi."
"No."
"Look at my panties."
"You're fully clothed."
"Fuck me."
"Maybe later. I'm too lazy right now."
"I'm gonna go hang with Jimin then. He actually likes me."
"I like you. Just let me finish napping."
"I think I'm more important than a nap. OBVIOUSLY."
"Mhm. Sure."
With that, she left. Walking out of the front door and heading over to Jimin's home just a few streets away from her and her lover's apartment. Y/n wondered what it would be like to nap almost 24/7. She couldn't do it herself on the account of her working a grueling schedule.
The woman worked as a neurologist at the local hospitals. Often operating all around the country if a doctor wasn't present and she was needed. Her eyes drifted to a smooth shut as she was walking, falling asleep while on her way to her best friend's house.
A few minutes later she collapsed, right on his doorstep. Luckily, Jimin was coming out to grab his mail when he saw Y/n unconscious on the ground. The male quickly grabbed his phone and dialer his hyung's phone, waiting for an answer.
"Hello?"
"Hyung, It's Y/n. She passed out on my door step."
"Really? That girl. Always getting into trouble. Thank you Jimin, I'll be over in a few minutes." Yoongi replied as he hung up. He groaned sitting up from his comfortable position in the couch and stretching.
Yoongi grabbed his keys from the small hook on the wall and walked out the door. He then, stumbled like a drunkard over to his car, lazily opening the door and sliding himself into the driver's seat.
After a few exhausting minutes of driving, Yoongi arrived at Jimin's neat little house. Jimin had been sitting on the couch with Y/n's head resting in his lap with a cool pack on her forehead. Her breathing was calm, her eyes softly shut. Yoongi shook his head in disappointment and picked her up and slung her over his shoulder.
"I'll be taking her home now. Thanks for calling Jiminnie." He breathed a sigh of relief seeing Jimin nod his head.
