"You bought me for a night, you don't own me."
"Then why did you scream my name like I was yours?"
Silk Sheets
-a novel about a girl who sees herself only as worthy as the pleasure she can give someone else-
NOT A Y/N STORY NOT A SHIPPING STORY NOT...
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"Song for Sienna" 🐺 Brian Crain
AFTER THIS CHAPTER CHECK OUT THE SEQUEL TO SILK SHEETS ON MY PROFILE CALLED RED RUBIES: starring Min Yoongi
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
Hoseok laughed nervously, wrapping his arm tighter around the bashful looking Hani. After dating for 4 months, the girl still wasn't used to his one shorter friend's temper.
"Well, I don't know. I thought why not?"
"Why not? Hoseok we've had this day trip planned for months. I even bought tickets ahead of time!" The blonde haired man yelled, pulling the two pieces of paper out of his pocket.
The brown haired male cringed, Yoongi's voice echoing loudly in his granite parlor.
"That's why I bought another ticket."
Hani, held up her hand, looking at the shorter man apologetically. Yoongi felt sorry too, knowing that it more than likely wasn't her idea.
He just wished that he could have had some alone time with his friend. But now, he had to deal with all the lovey dovey shit. Why couldn't couples just find their own time to kiss and bother people? Hoseok and Hani were particularly bad. They were all cutesy, and acted like newly weds.
Yoongi knew, he was now the third wheel.
"It's fine, whatever. At least Hani isn't annoying." The blonde haired man stated dryly, grabbing his keys to walk out the door.
"That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me." Hani's small voice piped up, a small smile painting her face.
Yoongi smiled back unwillingly, motioning to the open door.
"And also the last."
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It was while waiting in line with Thing One and Thing Two, that Yoongi had an epiphany.
People are disgusting.
And so is love. If you could call it that.
Standing in line for almost two hours, watching Hoseok and Hani hold hands was torture enough. They would kiss occasionally, the smacking spud drifting in the air between them. Their stupid giggling making it hard for the elder to get a word in. Yoongi would look, then glare, then look away. Trying to get them to catch a hint that they should stop. But nope.
