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"You can have this room for now." Yoongi muttered, leaning against the doorway while letting me have a look around the spacious room. It looked way too expensive for my cheap ass but being the flexible person I was I decided to not complain.
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I took a look at the painting next to the bed and leaned closer, catching my brother's initials in the right corner. I smiled at how talented he was and then frowned at how unfair it was. "He's got the looks.., he's got the charm.."
My fingers brushed over the painting, "And he got the picasso skills while I can barely hold a pencil."
I sniffed dramatically and wiped a non existent tear away, "That's sad."
A sudden warmth on my left shoulder made me slightly shiver. I could feel Yoongi's steady breathing on my bare neck and exhaled shakily.
"Don't be sad." Yoongi reassured awkwardly and gave my shoulder a light pat. I almost chuckled at how bad he was at consoling people.
"Taehyung is really creative but you" He emphasized the 'you' and pointed his index at me, "are very.." I raised my eyebrow and Yoongi scratched his neck nervously.
"Yeah thanks for trying to cheer me up but you are failing miserably." I shrugged and was about to plop down on the large bed but got stopped by Yoongi grabbing my wrist and pulling me closer towards him.
My breath hitched at the close proximity while Yoongi worsened it by leaning in to smell me.
'He must've noticed that I hadn't had a proper shower in three weeks.'
"Why do you smell like.."
'-Ox nostril snot?'
I mentally prepared myself for the hurting truth I was about to face but was surprised at what he said next.
"-Me?"
Realization dawned onto me when I remembered the earlier scene of me invading my mates privacy by opening his closet and stealing his underwear.
"Uh.. maybe because I slept in your bed?" I reasoned warily but Yoongi ignored my words and shameless trailed down, stopping when his face was close to my stomach. I breathed out in relief when he straightened back up. He looked down at me with an unreadable expression but suddenly broke out into a smirk.
"I didn't take you for the pervert type."
And then he held up the grey Calvin Klein shorts I had hidden in my sweatpants.
'How—'
I gasped and stared wide eyed at the guy in front of me, "It wasn't— I didn't—" I started and Yoongi blinked, unimpressed.
I adverted my eyes to the floor and fiddled with my fingers, "It was an accident." I blurted out, "It's just—" I bit my lip and finally managed to look up, "You smell really nice and it kind of comforts me. Not to mention that I have some kind of smelling fetish. Anyway, I thought I'd borrow it for a while and then of course return it back later." I rambled and pouted when Yoongi didn't show any kind of reaction.
"I'm sorry, I won't do it again." I squeaked and lowered my head, suddenly feeling self conscious under his hard stare.
'Awesome. We know us for less than twenty four hours and he already hates me.'
"It's alright."
My eyes lit up with hope, "It is? You don't think I'm a creep?"
Yoongi scoffed and returned back to the door, "I do. Stealing underwear is fucking weird."
