Boy Meets D.Evil

1.26

Here's a life lesson: men ain't shit. Backstabbing fake ass toxic bitches have no place in my life thank u. Yoongi is the only man I need anyway >:(  cause what? Cause it's his birthday BIIIITCH I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. Yoongi's story and music are my main inspiration. Ever since I saw him and heard his voice, I liked him so much. I thought he was unique, lovely, strong, talented, and I think the same to this day. I find a lot of myself in what we see from him and how he displays himself, I know I've never actually met him so I can't know how exactly he is but it's what makes BTS special and different from everyone else: they're transparent and honest. That's why I trust Yoongi so much. That's why his story and persistence give me hope and help me cope with life. I wish him all the best, a lot of happiness, success, grammys, and more years of BTS being together <3<3<3 really, there's nothing more I want than seeing him smile from ear to ear and get his hard work acknowledged ^^ also happy wahmens day sisters! go suck some cock/eat pussy and walk children in nature

WARNING this chapter contains an explicit sex scene

The grey rainy day almost got to its' end. My eyes were glued to the colourless sunset when the boiling water screamed for my attention. I filled two cups, added honey and a few lemon drops before pulling out a bottle out of my pocket. Two tiny drops mixed with the honey coloured liquid as I stirred them together lazily. Perhaps I was even a bit anxious, but it's not my first time doing something like this, unfortunately.

I made my way upstairs to the bedroom where Yoongi was half asleep on the bed. His eyes barely opened and he sat on the bed to make some room for me

"Here", I handed him the cup with hints of guilt biting me on the inside but I washed it away with the warmth of camomille tea

"It's the best home remedy for calming your nerves down"

"Thank you, although I'm so tired I don't think I need anything else but a bed"

"Is that so..."

"Yeah, I've been brainstorming the entire time. There's just something that doesn't add up and it's bothering me so much"

"I understand. Try to rest now, we'll get to work tomorrow and figure something out, okay?", Yoongi nodded while yawning and placed his cup on the nightstand

"You're not going to drink it?"

"No, I appreciate it but I just want to sleep now"

"It's alright, I'll go wash the dishes quickly and come back to join you"

"You don't have to do it now... do you?", his warm hand covered mine and my heart jumped. I wasn't sure whether to stay like this or pull my hand away. This moment is like a song stuck on repeat, it's always the same feeling and him not noticing the effect it has on me

"I don't want it to wait till the morning, you know? It's not our house after all"

"True... just hurry up", he replied softly as his head fell to the side and grip on my hand disappeared. I took the chance to just throw the cups in the sink, I couldn't care less about the dishes. When I returned, the boy was sound asleep

"Yoongi?", I called his name and slightly shook him, just in case. I still couldn't bring myself to move on with the plan and decided to stay here a bit, enjoy the tranquillity and admire the view

"I'm sorry for doing this to you, I hope you'll forgive me", I whispered and removed loose strands of hair from his face. Of course, he didn't reply but I continued nevertheless