BTS Oneshots i guess

yoongi

"Are you wearing another one of my jackets?" Yoongi asked, holding out his arms towards me as I sat down next to him on the couch. I nodded and snuggled against his side, one of my hands resting on his stomach lightly. "Why don't you wear your own?"

"It's comfy. And it smells like you," I replied in a bit of a mumble, since my face was smushed against his shoulder.

"You already have, like, three of my jackets that you said you'd give back but never did."

"Sorry." I giggled innocently. "I'll give this one back before I go home. I'm just craving a lot of touch today."

"Well, I'm better for that than a jacket," he insisted, pouting at me cutely. My insides squished together at the sight of that cute pout.

"Yeah you are. That's why you're my cuddle boy." I slid my right arm around his shoulders to hold onto him as I began to move my left hand in small circles on his tummy.

Yoongi pulled both of my legs up to lay across his lap, leaving his hand on my upper thigh, dangerously close to my butt.

Resting my head against my own shoulder, I looked up at his face with a content smile.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I just love you," I confessed, patting his tum a couple of times. "You're such a good boyfriend."

"You're a good partner too," he said, looking straight ahead. "I like being with you."

"Aww, you're so cute when you're trying not to be emotional," I cooed.

"I'm not trying not to be emotional."

"Well I think you're really handsome and pretty and honestly the cutest boy alive, besides Jimin, of course," I continued to praise him. "And the way your brain works completely amazes me. You're so smart and you really think about things deeply and I agree with all of your opinions. You're good at wording things so that it's clear and understandable and you get your message across simply and effectively. And you're really cute, Yoongi. I'm so fucking lucky."

"Wow," he breathed, gazing back into my eyes in awe. "Thank you. I really love you too. I think our minds are similar and I can't believe I found someone who's so compatible with me."

"Stop," I whined, interrupting the belly rub to cover my cheek with my hand as I began to blush at his words. "I'm sensitive, Aubrey."

"Don't be sensitive." He moved my hand away and pressed his palm against mine, sliding his fingers between mine smoothly. "Also don't quote vines when I'm trying to tell you how much I love you."

"I can't not be sensitive. I'm dating you, a perfect boy, which just makes it worse. Especially when you hold my hand." I waved our hands back and forth a little bit. He cracked a soft smile, waving them more before letting them fall to the side.

"Then be as sensitive as you want, I don't care. You're cute when you're being shy anyways."

"Aw, no I'm not. I'm so ugly compared to you."

"Shut up. We're not getting onto this topic," Yoongi declared, squeezing my hand. "But I think you're cute and you can't change that."

"Do you want me to be cuter?" I pulled both of my hands away from him to put them on my cheeks, the bottoms of my palms touching under my chin. "I can do aegyo if you want me to."

"Oh god." He used the hand that wasn't around my back to facepalm a little bit.

"What? Does Yoongi oppa not like when I do aegyo?" I laughed as he cringed at my terrible attempt at being cute. "Am I too embarrassing? Do you wanna take back your statement about thinking I'm cute?"

"Yes," he groaned. "Please."

I pouted at him and he covered my face with his big hand, causing me to flinch away.

"You're such a meanie," I whined in my normal whining voice, crossing my arms. "I take back what I said too."

"You can't. I've already absorbed all of your compliments. They're mine now."

"Fine, then. I'll just leave." I swung my legs off of his and tried to get up from his lap, but he held my waist tightly, keeping me from going anywhere.

As I fell back on top of him, he grinned and pressed a kiss to my head. I pulled my phone out of the pocket of his jacket to check the time, only to find that it was time to leave.

"Oh, I actually have to go. I'm going shopping with my mom," I told him.

"What do you mean by 'shopping'?"

"I mean going to a store to buy things?" I backed away to give him a weird look.

"You don't like normal shopping," he pointed out. "Especially with your mom."

"We're going to Sam's Club," I admitted with an innocent grin.

"That's what I thought." Yoongi rolled his eyes at me and finally let go to let me get up.

"Hey, my mom is the only one in my family who has a membership. And Sam's is a magical place," I defended, pulling off his jacket as I remembered my promise. "Here."

"Thank you." He took the jacket and balled it up, tossing it to the side of the couch. "See you tomorrow, babe."

"Kiss me, Yoongi."

He smiled and stood up as I pursed my lips, physically asking for a kiss in addition to my words. The kiss lasted longer than I had meant it to, but I didn't complain as Yoongi patted my butt, working his magic with his tongue. When he finally broke away to let me go, I winked at him before turning to the door.

"Bye, babe," he called after me.

I started down the hallway and almost reached the elevator before realising I didn't have my wallet or my keys with me. Turning back around, I headed back to his apartment to quickly retrieve my belongings.

I reached the door and grabbed the doorknob to open it, but I heard something suspicious coming from inside, which made me stop.

From through the heavy door, it sounded a bit like moaning, which instantly made my heart and mind go crazy. Was he cheating on me?

Opening the door a crack as quietly as I could, I listened for the sounds more clearly.

"Why do you do this to me?" His voice yelled in a whiny moan. "I'm so in love with you. I wanna treat you right every day of my life. You're so so special to me. I don't deserve somebody like you. You're so fucking cute, baby, I can't handle your aegyo. Even if I pretend to hate it, it's because you're too cute. My heart just melts as soon as you start doing it."

Curious as to what was going on, I opened the door a little further, just enough to poke my head inside.

I saw him lying on the floor, now wearing the jacket that I had borrowed for the moment, rolling back and forth and squirming around as he talked. At the sound of the hinges squeaking, Yoongi stopped talking and moving and his head snapped up in my direction.

"What's going on here?"

His face turned a deep red and he pulled the hood of the jacket over to cover his face. I couldn't help but smile as I realised.

"Were you talking about me?"

"How much did you hear?" He asked quietly.

"Just that you wanna treat me right and you secretly love my aegyo."

"Nooo," he whined, rolling onto his stomach, hiding his face against the carpet. "I don't love your aegyo. It's cringey and-"

"And it makes you soft. You big softie. I love you too."

I grabbed my keys and wallet from the table where I had left them before bending down next to Yoongi to kiss the back of his hooded head, rubbing his back a couple of times.

"Bye, love."

As I left his apartment, I couldn't stop smiling.

min yoongi. what a guy