sunflower // m.yngi

6, try this on

(a/n: daddy af out here but it's fine... i'm fine... ok.)

you walk reluctantly into the dorms the next day, eyes wide and cautious as you peer into the kitchen in search of anyone lounging around.

you agreed to meet Yoongi again today, only because two rounds of mind blowing sex made you a little sentimental. sue you.

but the boys would be back today, so you're trying not to make a whole lot of noise for the simple fact that you don't wish to explain what you're doing hanging around their home after being so rude the other night in BangPD's office. you make a mental note to apologize if you see anyone around today.

you purse your lips and take notice that there's no one out in the kitchen or the living room, so you sigh softly and settle against the counter. your eyes trail over the furniture in front of you, admiring the quality that only the Bangtan boys would accept. your gaze lingers a little too long on the couch, picturing your body beneath Yoongi's and your legs wrapped around his hips. if the room is quiet enough, you swear you can hear your pathetic, breathless gasps echoing through the entire dorms.

a soft chuckle comes out from beside you, scaring the living shit out of your otherwise calm figure standing awkwardly by the sink. you jump, gasping, as your hand flies to your chest right above your heart, wide eyes focusing on the smugly amused Min Yoongi staring right back at you.

"sorry, i didn't mean to frighten you," he rasps.

you let out a heavy breath and count to ten to calm your racing heart, waving him off. "it's fine."

he glances toward the couch where your gaze had previously been concentrated, pouty pink lips turned up into a shit-eating grin. "what were you thinking about?"

you frown back at him and chose to ignore his question. "what am i doing here? the boys are home and i know you aren't all that fond of PDA. so what's the point of me being here?"

he shrugs, nonchalant, and folds his arms over his chest. for a moment you stop to admire how good he looks today-black leather jacket, white t-shirt underneath, white baseball cap over his unruly ashy strands, and black ripped jeans with black boots. your mouth waters.

"i want you to go somewhere with me," he replies firmly. it sounds a little like he's demanding and not asking or suggesting.

instead of getting angry over his bossiness, you find yourself a little turned on by the authority in that deep baritone. it makes you wonder if you'll even make it out the door without trying to jump the man's bones.

"i'm not going on a date."

he laughs. "it's not a date, y/n. don't you think i remember what you said yesterday? no feelings, strings, or expectations."

you shift the on weight of your feet, staring up at him awkwardly and in confusion. "okay... so where are we going then? why do i have to go?"

those pouty lips turn up at one corner into crooked grin. he reaches out for your elbow and begins leading you away from the kitchen counter and towards the front door. you follow shamelessly, very aware that there are voices coming from down the hall just as you're both walking out into the hallway.

Yoongi punches in the code to ensure that the door is locked before grabbing hold of your elbow once more and tugging you along behind him.