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Yoongi had woken up from his nap not long after Jungkook blasted away. He was grumpy for some time due to being woken up from the sound of your loud microwave beeping. But hey, you were hungry and was getting desperate.
"(Y/n)~" Yoongi groaned as he zombie walked all the way to where you are in your small, but quaint kitchen.
"Good morning sleepyhead!" You teased as you turned to see a half-asleep Yoongi. He grunbled in response but instead hugged your waist as he buried his head in your neck. His breathing had slowed down and all of a sudden you felt him get heavier.
did he fall asleep...? again?
You tried your best to hold his body weight, since your not exactly a muscle pig like Jungkook or everyone else. You managed to steal a glance at the time and see it was about to be 3 o' clock.
Yoongi has to go to work.
"Yoongi. Yoongi." You began shaking him in attempt to wake him somehow.
"Hmm...?" He gave you an annoyed groan, accompanied by a glare.
"It's almost 3, don'cha have work?" You warned him, causing him to take a look at the time too. He saw that you weren't playing around and he ran. And you realized, this was the first time you witnessed him take part in a sports activity, to be honest, he was fast.
Yoongi ran up to you breathless with his jacket in his hand, "Sorry, but I gotta go. I'll come by later, stay safe, don't do drugs, I sound like a parent, but bye, love you!" Yoongi pecked you on the lips before exiting the house.
Now that he was gone, it was time for you to relax. You lived alone for the time being, and that means it's time for your freedom run.
A.K.A. Nakey-Nakey run.
Now ya' lil nasties, not full on naked, but just you walking around in your underwear. Y'know to get that sense of freedom you don't often get. And that's pure fact.
So, you did as you desired. You stripped until you were in your pair of boxers, and you walked around your humble abode while eating oreos as if this is something normal. You decided to just clean up the house a bit, and if even humanly possible,
The Closet of Doom
You spent the majority of your time dusting, vaccuming, cleaning out, and listening to music as you cleaned. Jamming out to the latest hits from your favorite k-pop groups. Especially a group named STB, who were currently wrecking the soul out of you.
Especially their vocalist and lead dancer, Jimmy. Their song, Real Love, was causing you to headbang more than Jae from Day6 can. And that's saying quite a lot, since it's Jae.
Suddenly, the sound of the door knob jingling caught your attention. The door was locked so there was no way for someone to open the door. In a panic, you ran upstairs to cover yourself with a robe at least to answer the door.
Did Yoongi forget something?
Tying the knot on your robe, you opened the door revealing a smiley Jimin. His eyes then traveled down your robe and noticed how your collarbone had been exposed, indicating that you were half-naked.
"Hey Jimin, what'cha doing here?"
Jimin snapped out of his daydream, trying to make it seem as if he totally wasn't checking you out as if he was a dog and you were a fine piece of meat.
But in his eyes, you were.
"Oh, well I was pretty lonely and I was told that you were free today from Jungkook, and I was hoping we can just like hang out?" He explained.
You nodded in understanding. You had actually forgotten of the fact that you were in a robe and almost left it on for the entire day. "Here come on in, and I'll go change quickly."
Jimin happily walked in an took a seat, and was obedient. Making sure he didn't go snooping around, and maybe finding something that he shouldn't have seen in the first place. What bummed him out the most though was the fact that you left to change.
He wasn't going to deny the fact that he found (Y/n) hot. Or how his feelings for him kept increasing every single day. This wasn't what he wanted to happen, but it is, this is the reality.
You're not his. And you won't be.
Unless...
Jimin manages to convince you. Maybe he can have you fall out of love with Yoongi and fall with him instead. Well, that's what he wanted all along, but- how easily can you be corrupted? If he tried seduction, would it work?
Would you go for the Jibooty? (I mean who wouldn't-)
First things first, the two of you must get closer, and that's obvious. He knew that the way Yoongi must've have won your heart is because he actually bothered to have conversations and ask (Y/n) out on dates. Something Jimin hasn't done or tried.
You returned wearing an actual outfit, and holy crap in Jimin's eyes you weren't just a meal, you were a buffet.
You could feel his eyes on you, and when you met his eyes so many emotions when through him all at once. He doesn't know how other people have lived through it, but he felt like he was literally dying.
Your phone dinged, notifying you that you had received a message. You apologize to Jimin for seeming rude, and continue on with reading your message.
Lovely Child Soyoung: hey, can you pick me up? i don't think i can even look at her
You look up from your phone and make eye contact with Jimin who was politely smiling as he waited for you to answer.
"Jimin, I'm sorry if this sounds strange, but by any chance can I borrow your car?" You pleaded, cupping your hands as if you were praying.
"Of course!" This was great, it seemed like Jimin didn't even have to bother doing anything just because everything was falling into place for him. "And I'll drive you where you need to go."
"I need you to drive to this address." You handed Jimin your phone with Soyoung's most recent message where she tells you the address.
"All aboard."
- i'm sorry for the crappy updates lately. school's just been a bum and as of the time i'm writing this i had just gotten back from the bts concert, which was great.
i managed to get noticed, and i literally screeched. i love them.
but, overall, it was fun and their concerts are really worth it so if you guys aren't sure about going to one, you should. it's an unforgettable experience.
