Sure, Man | ot8

BAD IDEAS

They all agreed that they'd let Yoongi sleep for a while, so they moved him to one of the guest bedrooms. Wonho was in charge of watching him, and brought a chair up next to the bed. Even though this man had interfered with their brilliant plan, he still deserved a nice place to sleep.

"Why did he even want me to get that money?" Wonho muttered to himself. Before he went and attempted an armed robbery, Jooheon had asked him for two fifties. He only had a twenty and a few dimes, and apparently that wasn't enough for whatever the fuck he needed it for.

Snapping out of his internal speech to lecture him with later, he saw Yoongi stir under the covers. Wonho almost retreated completely when the boy moaned lightly.

"Fuck this."

He went and sat on the couch in the very corner of the room, took out his earbuds and phone, and completely ignored the world.

Meanwhile, in dreamland, Yoongi was having the time of his life surrounded by seven beautiful boys. They were at a dinner table, and the food was heavenly. He moaned at the taste of the desserts, and Kihyun had given him this precious smile that reminded him a lot of one of his old friends.

In his dream Wonho was actually nice, and he kept asking if he wanted anything else or if he was cold. He'd hug Yoongi from behind if he was cold, and would serve him with this cute frilly apron with cats and hearts all over it. The ultimate domestic fantasy, if you will.

When he started waking up, the first thing he noticed was the abandoned chair next to the right of the bed. He then looked beyond that and saw real Wonho bobbing his head along to whatever he was listening to. He looked up from his phone and plucked out an earbud.

"If you need to go take care of yourself or whatever, there's a bathroom right here."

"Huh? Wait, I moaned, didn't I? I wasn't having a freaky wet dream if you think that's it. No, it's something you'd probably hate even more honestly." He smiled his classic shit-eating grin and practically convulsed with laughter at Wonho's unamused stare. Finally, he decided that he should probably get up.

Lifting himself from the bed, he realized that he hadn't taken his after-work shower yet. Looking over to the dude again, he contemplated asking for clothes. Eh, fuck it. It's not like he can tell me to get my own.

"Hey, uh, guy? Can I borrow clothes for after I shower?" Said man heaved a sigh and stood up, stretching his arms. "My name's Wonho. And yeah, I'll get you some of Kihyun's. Just don't look under the sink, that's really none of your business. If you do I'll put you in the basement." Instead of that beautiful dream smile, he gave him this kind of fuck-you-and-your-problems smirk. Asshole.

"Got it. No sink." He waited a minute for the borrowed clothes and locked the bathroom door. He stripped his clothes and threw them in the hamper, then tried to open the sink cabinet but realized they were locked with one of those baby lock things. He easily slipped his hand through the little gap, opened the cabinet, and was prepared to see a goddamn spy camera or something.

Behold. Thy classic black trunk. Yoongi flipped up the lock and opened it, obviously expecting some extreme bondage-y type stuff. He was kind of right. Dildos of all shapes and sizes were sitting on a pretty, red silk blanket. The trunk was relatively large as well, so there was a lot of room for all of them.

Yoongi almost blushed, but he was too mesmerized by the size of one of the dragon sized ones. Who... Maybe the cute redhead that got a boner? Just imagining the scene in his head was enough to quickly close the trunk and nearly slam the cabinet. Just take a cold shower. Y'know what? Hot shower. And baby oil...

feb. 24th, 2020