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A talk and complaint session turned to a drinking session between you and yoongi. He currently still stressing about his break up with his ex-girlfriend of two years.

You're not a drinker as your alcohol tolerance is low. but tonight is an exception, as pizza and beer are a good combination in the middle of the night.

"Arghhh this is a good beer" i slurs slamming  the beer glass on the coffee table.

"Hey, I'm trying to talk about my pain here" he flick my forehead.

"and I'm trying to talk about how good this beer are"

"But I'm in pain" he frowned

"Where?"

"Here" he pointed at his heart

"muscle?" I blinked " do you even have a muscle there?" I mutter under my breath.

"No" he move his forefinger left and right toward me

"Then your nipple? I do agree, breaking up with someone can caused as serious nipple prob-" he slap my forehead making me jolt and lost balance, fall back toward the sofa.

"Can you please not be yourself tonight?" He frowned

"I can't, i'm permanent"

"Bitch I'm serious" he sighed. Taking out the third cigarette for tonight.

"And I'm y/n" i joke receive a smack on my head again

"Okay okay. You can complain all you want. But i have a price"

"What is your price?" He raised his eyebrows, trying his hard to make his eyelids open as sleepiness slowly taking the best troll of him.

"A day with jiminie!" I clap my hands excitedly

"Aren't you more expensive than a real therapist?"

"Go talk to them then. Let them judge your poor life decisions."

"Aren't you judging me as well though"

"At least i say it to your face"

"What do you like about jimin anyway?"

"I don't know, he's just amazing. He's priceless, the work of a fine art. Need to be admired from a far. Ainggg i love him, my jiminieee" i slurs with my words a lot but I don't care. Keep hugging and kissing the pillow as it was jimin.

"Idiot" he utters. Taking out the forth cigarette out from it's box.

You saw Yoongi light his cigarette stick, before he could inhale the deadly nicotine, your hand yank the cigarette away from his smexy thin lips.

"Smoking is bad! You should stop it"

He give an intend killing glare that make you think twice of living "Make me" he growl.

"Did you just challenge me?" I raise my brow.

"I did" Oh i swear his deep hoarse voice click something in me that made me goes crazy sometimes, and i gotta-

Chup!

"There! Studies proof that kissing can stop you from smok-"

And then, you're realised. You fuck up!

"I-i'm so s-sor-"

You barely had the time to react before both of his hand cupping your face, tucking a loose strains of hair behind your ears, leaning and finally allowing his lips to pressed against yours.

Giving a few peck before slowly kissing you. You kissed back. You couldn't help it, Those sweet intoxicating lips were begging to be plucked and sucked on by your own.

He pulled away for a second before ghost over your lips again gently. Causing your breath to halt.

A bitter taste of coffee stucks on your lips as a faint smell of smokes and a glimpse of man cologne slowly taking over your sense of smell.

He slowly pulled away leaving you breathless searching for air. He leans closer again with a smirk plastered on his lips after seeing your flustered state.

He search for your orbs with that cat like eye of his.

"W-wh-"

" Now you're responsible to stop me from smoking."

"E'ehhh??"

He stand up getting ready to walk away. But before he could leave. He turned to look at me with a smirk paste on his flawless face.

'Damn..aside being sexy and cute. What do you do for a living?'

"Get your lips ready everytime I'm home"

You're blushing too much, your body is hot it's making you dizzy. You look  somewhere else as you stand up from your seat.

Your leg is jelly you don't know is it because you were drunk by the beer or by the kisses. You tried to walk over all the beer cans but unluckily slipped on one of it.  shamelessly fall down face first on the carpeted floor.

'Damn weak leg of mine. This fat ass leg need some workouts starting tomorrow'

You struggle to sit, but after you are seated on the floor. Head still dizzy, you could see stars and galaxy. Yoongi yank your arm to the back. Resulting you to rest your head on his shoulder. Eyes to eyes. You didn't have the heart to crack any jokes on him as his serious face inch closer to yours.

You gulp, closing your eyes. And there, where his lips resting on yours again in this awkward position.

You didn't know when you're falling asleep as darkness began to pull you over.

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