Jeon Jooyeon
Yoongi typed in the password to my apartment as he walked into my apartment, with me after him.
Jungkook walked out of his room, yawning while scratching his messy bed hair.
He eyed us with his eyes half opened, "Where did you two come from?"
We glanced at each other for a while as I spoke, "Um, watching the sun rise."
Jungkook's eyes went wide at my answer, as he eyed us both with his big eyes. "Seriously??"
"With that thin outfit of yours?? Yah, don't you remember catching a cold and made Yoongi hyung stayed with you for a few days to take care of your stubborn ass??", he started nagging.
"My hoodie is thick enough, Jungkook. Don't worry--"
"Aish, hyung! Why did you even bring her to--wait,"
Yoongi nodded, smiling widely.
"Ugh, nevermind.", Jungkook said in defeated, entering his bedroom to get ready for work.
"Wait, why did he--"
"I'm going to bed, bye!", Yoongi yawned, pecking my lips before heading to my bedroom to take a nap.
I followed him closely behind, "Yah, you can't sleep here! Wake up!", I slammed my bolster against his legs.
"Yah!"
"Aish, just let me sleep!", he pouted.
I slowly approached him on the bed, but he acted fast, pulling me into his embrace as he hugged me as if I'm a bolster.
"Do you have class to attend today?", he asked, his soft breath tickling my neck.
"Um, no.", I gulped.
He pulled me closer, snuggling his head into my neck.
"Then let's sleep,"
"But Yoongi--"
"Goodnight, small bean.", he cut me off and it didn't take him long enough to drift off to Dreamland.
"Ugh, then sleeping it is.", I sighed, my eyelids getting heavier and heavier.
Goodnight, old man.
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I squinted my eyes opened, as I rolled over my bed, only to find out that the other side of the bed is empty.
"Huh? Where did he--"
"You're awake,"
I turned my head to the door, and there I saw Yoongi in Jungkook's boxer, shirtless.
I quickly looked away, not wanting to stare at his body any longer.
"G-go put some clothes on!", I stuttered, throwing my plushie at him.
"But your heart tells the otherwise,"
I could hear his footsteps getting nearer as I quickly jumped off the bed, running towards my living room.
"Yah, where do you think you're going?", he spoke.
"Shut up,"
I grabbed the remote, switching channels to find any TV show that I am interested in.
Yoongi sat next to me, putting a bowl of popcorn onto the glass table in front me.
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• Laundry •
Fanfiction"What are you doing here?" "Doing my laundry, of course. What else?" In which a 24-hours laundry is their usual place to see each other.
