*Yoongi's POV*
I wake up to a warmth pressed against the side of my body. I look over at the boy who's on me and memories of last night begin flooding into my mind. Damn, the boy was good. I thought he'd be quick, but I was wrong.
I play with his hair and his eyes flutter open. He sees me and gives me a cute little smile before closing his eyes again. I can't stop touching his dyed blonde hair; it's so soft.
"Jimin," I say quietly. All I get is an "mmh" in response. "Jiminnn..I need to get up and make breakfast," I tell him. He opens his eyes and puts on a big pout. His plump lips are tempting, but I'm hungry so I have to ignore them. "Please?" I plead. "Fine," Jimin laughs. He rolls over so I can get up. "Don't make me beg," I laugh as I slip on boxers and dark ripped jeans.
About half an hour later, there's a big breakfast on my kitchen table. "Jimin!" I call. It takes him a second, but he comes running down the hall in my shirt from last night. I can't help but notice those thighs of his. Goddamn.
He takes a seat at the table and I sit across from him. I gulp down some orange juice and then, smirking, I say, "I guess it's a good thing you came to my house instead of staying at your apartment with me. You're loud, Jimin..seriously." Jimin's soft cheeks flush pink. "It's not my fault.." he says quietly. "Oh, really?" I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Yes! I mean, your tongue, like-" Jimin begins to argue, but I hold up a hand. "Okay, okay. Point made," I say, cringing.
I check the clock above the stove.
"Shit! I'm gonna be late."
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Fling (YoonMin)
FanfictionHe was just supposed to last for one summer. He was just a fling. But it's different now, and I can't do anything about it.
