Comet | Min Yoongi

ch 11

JiSun checked the time yet again, sighing and pursing her lips of boredom. She sparkled in light pink and teal, the evening awaited, and so she did she.

She walked quietly to his bedroom door, knocking quietly then speaking to the closed door.

"I'm hungry and going to make something quick. I will make some for you. Also your phone keeps dinging and I may break it." She said turning away. "Take your time." She whispered quietly to herself. Weren't guys supposed to get ready in less than a minute? Here we were on minute almost 47.

"What are you making?" Yoongi questioned, setting his laptop down once she turned around to him with a sincere smile.

"Why are you not dressed?" She asked instead, her hand dropping and the spatula hitting the side of the pan.

"I am dressed." He argued. "Almost." He clarified with a quick glance at his current wardrobe. "It's not a race."

"Min Yoongi..." She sighed going back to her stirring food. "Maybe you need to turn off the computer and focus on the simple task of dressing yourself."

"I was working." He rolled his eyes looking away. "You aren't supposed to be here for another half hour anyways." He gazed at her with an annoyed smile.

"Um no." She answered sweetly, setting the utensil down and walking over to him. "No working anymore." She shut his laptop as she walked around him, dragging her hand on his arm, both of her hands resting on his shoulders. "Don't open it again." She playfully challenged and that voice got Yoongi's attention.

"And what would you have been doing if I hadn't shown up early?" She questioned, and gently massaged his shoulders.

Yoongi was already stunned she had the audacity to close his laptop, touch his things, she was now touching him and that was ALL his mind was noticing. What would he have been doing?

"Hm?" She asked with a tilt of the head to view his eyes quickly as she restarted her massage.

"Sleeping probably" He said lowly as he dropped his head down giving in; the massage feeling like heaven on his tired shoulders. He had a masseuse for this but she wouldn't need to know that. She was doing a damn fine job.

"You seemed stressed." She noted to herself from behind him, she was mindlessly talking aloud. Yoongi was trying to push back the idea of laying on the kitchen island to keep this going. Her hands gained new unexplored confidence as she massaged his arms and sides. "And now ive kept you up all afternoon."

"Ym." His answer came out, then he cleared his throat, "I am."

"Awww." She purred excitedly and Yoongi knew that voice all too well. Excitement flickered his skin as goosebumps appeared for the anticipation of where this could be heading. He could already sense the navigation was on. Such a minuscule thing to him but he was learning day by day. And he didn't many days with her. "Well that's no good." She laughed to herself quietly, Yoongi now straining his neck and head underneath his fingers. "And this feels good?" She asked.

"Mmhmm."

"Don't fall asleep now." She laughed, poking his side as he flinched.

"I'm not." He said with his eyes closed, head hung low.

Her gentle lips kissed the back of his neck, causing him to open his eyes. She repeated the actions, tiny kisses on his neck during the massage and Yoongi at that time didn't even know his name.

"Good." She smiled, kissing around his elbow and his eyes fluttered once his conscious mind caught up to reality. She continued and once his eyes closed for a moment; she kept going. "You sure sure?" She giggled, but he swiveled the chair around to face her. The sudden movement stunned her, and as she stood taking small shocked breaths of air from inches away from Yoongi's face - Yoongi smiled.