PLEASING HIM RIGHT || M.Y

04

Okay maybe.....maybe....

Saturday morning
9:47 a.m

I open my eyes only to have a bright light shining into them. I instantly close them back and roll over onto something hard.

I groan and turn to see Yoongi still asleep. I smile at his slightly parted lips and his tightly closed eyes. He's so cute. I kiss his nose but that doesn't wake him up.

It's probably better to let him sleep anyway...

I slowly roll from under his grasp and get out of my bed. He starts to move and I pick up one of my pillows and throw it in my place. He cuddled up next to it and I let out a soft aw. Should I make him breakfast? Hmm decisions decisions.

I go to my bathroom to see that's it's been cleaned and the candles had been stacked neatly beside my sink. I smile and grab my toothbrush.

After I finish my teeth care and facial care, I walk back into my room, taking off his shirt and throwing it on the bed. I look at him. How long did he stay up? I went to bed around 11. I don't even remember when he got in the bed.

I wish he would wake up, but he needs his rest.

I unlock my door, peeking out to see if anyone was home, but the house was quiet. She must me at work and Nathan must be with grandma. I shrug and close my door.

I scrimmage through my closet to find an outfit for the day.

I have some things planned for today. Even though I'm getting off to late start, if I start now I can get almost all done within today, if Yoongi goes with me...

I mean he can always meet me somewhere.

I grab a black and white crop top with so Levi shorts, sitting them on my bed, I grab a pair of socks and my black and white addidas.

So let's run through this. I have to go shopping, explore the town, get some paint, and paintings to decorate my room with.

"Emma!" A yell comes from down stairs and it's my mom's. I thought she was at work! Shit.

I run over to my bed and throw pillows over Yoongi's face. He groans and rolls over on his back.

"Yes mom?" His body goes stiff as my door opens. I mentally slap myself for unlocking my door and not locking it back.

"I'm about to go to wor- why don't you have on any clothes?" she asks, looking me up and down. "Do you have a boy in here?" My eyes widen at this. Its always one thing after the other I swear.

I move to the front of my bed. Shaking my head, I pick up my crop top and put it on.

"No, mom. I was in the middle of getting ready."

"Why does your bed have a hump in it?" she tilts her head to the side, and raises and eyebrow. I shrug my shoulders.

"It's probably my body pillow." I say, moving in front of the stiff body laying under my covers.

"It's only been a week and you're already hoeing around? IN MY HOUSE?" she raises her voice and my mouth drops at the word 'hoeing'. She isn't serious. I wasn't the one who got caught.

"Are you serious right now? I wasn't the one who slept with seven different men in two nights while married. So I think you're talking about yourself." I put on my shorts, "and this isn't a boy, its my body pillow. Now get out." Oh, was she furious with my attitude. She stormed up to me and all I see is her hand raise up. It starts to come down but a hand grabs it.