Kitties and Cupcakes : pjm ✔️

A Special Update

It's a 1 Million reads celebration! Thank you so much to everyone who loved this book, know that I love you all, too!

This is a special alternate version storyline that my original reader and bestest friend Introverted3xtrovert has been asking for since forever: What if...the baker ended up with Yoongi?

We are picking up off after Yoongi and the mc made out in the club the night Jimin had a sleep over with Jungkook and Taehyung. We are imagining Jimin doesn't know, and doesn't confront Yoongi. If you need a refresher, that was around chapter 23. This is just a fun exploration of the characters and what may have been - I hope you enjoy!

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Even two days after that night at the bar with Hoseok and Yoongi you found yourself unable to keep the dark cat out of your head. In your dreams you could feel his hands on you, feel his lips on you - and when you were awake you could feel him too, imagining what it would be like for him to touch you again.

You were working in the bakery with him one morning thinking just that, watching his muscular, pale forearms as he kneaded a lump of dough, flour smeared over his hands and wrists. He was concentrating on the work as he folded the dough over itself again and again, pushing it in and rolling it skillfully on the work surface. You were staring, your mind drifting off to imagine those flour coated hands around your waist when he glanced up at you.

"Oh - how does the dough look?" He asked you, pulling his hands away and wiping his forehead on the back of his arm. "I think it's ready."

You blinked quickly, snapping yourself out of the daydream and stepped up, pressing your finger into the dough and then watching as it sprang back into shape slowly. You nodded.

"Yeah, you can let it proof now," you told him. He put it in a bowl, covered it with a towel and set it aside, then stood wiping his hands on his apron thoughtfully.

"I think...we're ahead of schedule," he mumbled, glancing around the kitchen. "Or am I forgetting about something?" He asked, frowning at you. You shook your head though.

"No you're right, we're a bit ahead today," you agreed, nodding. He sighed happily.

"Coffee?" He asked. You nodded so he disappeared for a moment, coming back with a cup for each of you. He handed you one and you sipped in gratefully, watching him do the same. He set his cup down and smiled at you. Your eyes lingered on each other for just a beat longer than normal. You couldn't look away from him and he didn't look away from you either, the moment hanging heavily in the air between you. He blinked but didn't take his eyes off yours. "Y/n," he breathed.

"Yoongi," you replied. He swallowed heavily.

"Why are you looking at me like you're thinking about kissing me?" He asked, his voice deep and quiet in the empty kitchen. You took a breath and exhaled shakily.

"Because...I am," you replied finally. His eyes closed.

"We shouldn't do that any more," he breathed.

"Why not?" You asked, watching him swallow heavily, his hand curling into a fist on the counter top.

"You have a hybrid."

"I don't have a boyfriend," you replied. His eyes opened. Your heart sped up. He stepped closer to you. You looked at him. His hand came tentatively up to cup your cheek, tilting your face toward his. Then he leaned in as if in slow motion and kissed you, his lips soft and light, brushing against your sweetly in a way they hadn't done before.