𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝟑 | 𝐅𝐈𝐍

yoongi - request

thank you tykamin for requesting! i hope you enjoy!

"I love you, I love you, I love you," Yoongi chants as he peppers gentle kisses onto your face, squishing your cheeks with his hands. You giggle and slap him on the arm a few times to get him to stop. He finally chuckles, pulling you onto his lap as he takes a seat on the couch. In front of him is the new computer you got him for his birthday, specifically for his music making, but his attention isn't on the gift anymore.

"You're so thoughtful," he mumbles, kissing your shoulder before resting his chin upon it. You smile, holding his hand in yours as hums the tune of some song he's been working on for a while.

"I have to meet my dad soon so I'll be back before dinner. I'm thinking of taking you out somewhere," he announces, patting your thigh in the rhythm of the same song, replacing the soft humming. You pout, looking back at him in concern despite feeling your cheeks warm up at how close his hands are getting to your inner thigh.

"Is it about the company?" You ask, well aware of the fact that Mr. Min doesn't like the career path that Yoongi's chosen and would instead prefer it if he ran the company. Yoongi nods, sighing as he rubs his temple.

"He's doing my head in, I swear. I'll just explain it to him again that I'm not interested," he scoffs, patting your thigh twice to signal his want to stand. Getting up, you sigh as he kisses your hand before disappearing down the hall to get ready.

You met Yoongi at one of his father's functions. Your parents, being fellow business owners, wanted to catch a glimpse of what it's like to talk with Mr. Min and practically begged you to join them. Of course, you complained to them about wanting to stay home but that part of you immediately shut up as soon as your eyes landed on Yoongi. He stood in the corner of the room, shadowed by the darkness. Occasionally, the lights would flick over to his direction, each curve of his jaw catching it in the most delightful way possible.

You were swooning before you even had the chance to talk to him.

"And this is our daughter, Y/N," your mother proudly introduced, squeezing your arm to snap you out of your daze. You politely bowed and smiled when he began to compliment your dress and manners. Then he snapped his fingers, apologising for not doing this sooner.

"Yoongi-ah, come here," he summoned, the very boy you had been drooling over hesitantly pushing himself off the wall to join the three of you. He bowed awkwardly, shaking your father's hand and shyly smiling at your mother.

"This is Yoongi, my son. He's going to take over the business one day," Mr. Min bragged, rubbing his son's shoulder affectionately. Yoongi paused and flicked his gaze to the floor, your heart deflating as you realised that he was so close to looking at you.

"Oh? That sounds lovely. Maybe he can teach our Y/N a few things," your father beamed, pushing you forward. Yoongi finally looked up, lips parting as his excited gaze gave you a once over. Your cheeks had reddened, completely missing Yoongi's father agreeing with the idea.

Yoongi held out his hand for you to take, whisking you away from the party that you didn't even want to be at.

*

Yoongi taps his foot on the tiles impatiently, scowling every time he checks the watch on his wrist. Every trip to his father's office seems longer than the last, this one especially considering he has his world to go back home to.