Falling for my Stepdad || J.H/M.Y

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"What are you doing Kiddo?" Yoongi ask as he stand by the entrance to my room, trying to look over my shoulder.

"Bullet Journal" I respond, shrugging my shoulders to point out that it's no big deal.

"So you are that type of guy?" Yoongi ask me, I can't quite figure out how to take that sentence, was that negative or positive?

Yoongi sit down on my bed, looking around in my little room. This was originally a walk in closet, but my mom wanted a bigger one and used the room that was supposed to be my room.

"What's with the tiny room?" Yoongi ask in his normal Yoongi tone as I call it.

Yoongi has this weird way of speaking, even when he is happy, he always sound like you disappointed him on a high level.

Or like he is mad at you or just don't give a fuck about what you are saying.

I think it's a mix of his deep raspy voice, and that fact that he often doesn't care.

Yoongi can't really explain interest through his tone, he have to do it through words.

"Well... my mom wanted a bigger walk in closet, so I got the old walk in closet" I shrug once again, showing that I don't care.

"What is it about her I haven't heard?" A deep voice behind me ask, my heart beating a little faster at his question.

I hate my mom, but I can't just tell Yoongi all the bad things she have done.

"I don't want to talk about it" I respond directly, clearly meaning what I am saying.

"Hm, I see. I guess I will slowly find out"

"I guess you will"

I cut out the pictures I have just printed and make a little stack of all the pictures that is already cut.

I almost scream as I feel Yoongis body press up against mine from behind.

You might think that I am safe when I say that, judging by the fact that I am on a chair and all that.

However because I used to practice my posture when I was a little, there aren't a seat to lean again, it's just a little chair, only to put my ass on.

I can feel his muscles through his tight black shirt, clearly there is some great abs hidden under that shirt.

The worst part of this, aren't his abs against my back.

It's the fact that something else is also clearly being pressed against my lower back.

I swallow a lump in my throat, trying to ignore the tickling sensation in my lower half.

Yoongi lay his head on top of mine, studying my bullet Journal.

"It's looks good! You really worked hard on that" Yoongi says a hint of proudness in his voice.

"Th-thank you" I mentally curse myself down for stuttering.

"Are you hungry? I can go make food before your mom gets home so you won't have to eat with her"

I nod unable to form words.

Had it been any other day, I would have thanked him for thinking about my problems with my mom.

However in this moment all I can think about is his dick that is pressed against my back.

"I will call you down in 5" Yoongi smile, I can't see it but I know he is smiling.

He pat my shoulders before once again leaving my room.

My face is a deep red colour and my mind is in a daze, unable to process what just happened.

What had just happened?