Sweet Taste ✓ Yoonmin

Chapter 02 | Patches 💊 (first pov)

I finally made it to the house, groaning as I rubbed my eyes. Yawning and opening the door I looked to see that Yoongi was sitting on the couch on his phone. Did he even move since I've been gone? Wanna know where I went?

I went to a pharmacy. I saw this commercial on tv and I decided to go to the drug store down the street. You'll see what I got in a second.

I closed the door behind me. Putting the keys on the small table next to the door and hanging my thin jacket onto the coat hanger nailed to the wall.

"Yoongi-hyung", I mumbled as I came over and sat next to him. When he didn't answer me, look at me, or even bat an eye at me I grabbed his phone and put it into my pocket. Making him look me straight in the eyes. "Are you listening now?"

He groaned as he moved. Facing his body towards me and leaning his head against the couch. Now batting his eyes and paying attention "Yes I am Mr. Sour man"

I glared a little but smiled, making him smile at me back. I leaned and kissed his cheek, giving him the chance to grab my wrist and yank but in a gentle way. He kissed me softly then pull me into his chest as he snuggled me into it. Turning me to press my back into his chest and cuddle his head into my neck as he looked over my shoulder. "I got you something"

"Where did you even go you left without a word this morning", he groaned,"What did you get?" Wrapping his arms around my stomach and humming softly as he watched me put my hands into the plastic bag and pulled it out.

"I got this for you" I took one of his hands and put the small white cardboard box into his hands. He looked at the box as he brought it up to his face. Raising an eyebrow as he read what the box was.

"Craving depressant patches?" he mumbled as he read the other side of the box.

I nodded as I looked up at him. "It's supposed to stop cravings. Like major cravings. So I thought maybe this would help you stop you from your smoking cravings. I just want you to try them out for a few days and then if they don't work then you can stop using them then I can look for something else for you to try"

Yoongi groaned as he tossed the small box onto my lap. Burying his full face into my neck as he let out a heavy sigh. "I don't wanna"

I frowned as I put it back into the bag. Turning myself so I was facing him. I put the bag on the table and leaned my head against him. "Hyung, please. You said you would try to quit smoking for me you promised don't break the promise"

I finally caught him as his eyes widened and cheeks flushed. He looked away like he didn't know what I was talking about. I grabbed his cheeks and made him look back at me. Squishing his cheeks which made him have fish lips. "Fwine" he said squish-ly as I smiled and gave him a kiss. Letting his face go and get the box back out of the bag once again. I unboxed it and got out a pack. Reading the instructions I unwrapped it and got him to take his sweater off. Grabbing his arm and placing the patch onto his bicep.

"There. It says it wears off every six hours so at 11 pm I have to change it" I sighed as I set a reminder on to my phone. "It takes ten minutes to start to work so try not to smoke before then okay?"

He nodded as he put his sweater back on with my help. Slipping his sleeves back down his arms to fix it as he smiled at me. Grabbing my face quickly which startled me but made me laugh. He made me do the fish face now in revenge. "I love you"

It's been an hour since I gave him that patch. So far he's doing good, he's just been snacking a lot though. I never said it stopped food cravings. For the first ten minutes when it was trying to kick in, he went to smoke but I caught him and threw the cigerrate into the yard cause it was raining. He got mad but oh well; he'll get over it.

I folded the shirt I got out of the dryer and laid on the top. Folding the nice new clean clothes then started dumping dirty ones into the washer as I clicked the start button.

"Jiminieeee", a voice from the doorway groaned as I looked to see Yoongi leaning against said doorway. He walked inside and leaned against the dryer where I was folding the clothes. "I want a cigerrate. Give me one"

I laughed softly as I threw some of the folded clothes into the basket. Continuing to fold pants I looked at him and shook my head. "Are you even trying to stop? No you're not getting one. I hid them from you so no smoking for you"

His eyes widened and he waddled over closer to me. Wrapping his arms around me from behind as he squeezed me. "Jiminieeeeee don't be mean pleasseeeeee", my ears turned red when he kissed my neck,"Where are they?"

I shook my head. Throwing the pants into the basket with the shirts. Grabbing it and leaving as I went upstairs to our room. He didn't follow though.

I smiled as I opened the closet. Getting hangers and hanging up the shirts. Not long after I went to the clothes dresser and started putting the pants away. Humming to myself as I got that finished. "Done" I mumbled as I stretched.

Grabbing the empty basket I went back towards the laundry room. Something caught my eye. The front door was cracked open.

I put the basket down, heading over to the door to shut it. The smell of cigerrate smoke hit me hard. Making me frown and get irritated.

I yanked the door open to see Yoongi flinch with a cigerrate hanging from his mouth. His cheeks flushed as he quickly dropped it and smashed it out. "It's um... Not what it looks like"

I shook my head as I leaned against the door frame. "You were doing so good... I'm mad you know..."

He nodded as he shook his hands ,"I know I know, but to be honest with you the patches never worked from the beginning"

I scratched my head. Looking down as I stared at the cigerrate residue on the porch now.

Plan one failed. Now its on to plan two...