His Pet ♤ Min Yoongi♤ (Completed)

Chapter 25.

Ten point eighty nine kilometers with six point thirty seven minutes per kilometer running pace.
Not bad at all, at least for you.

You've been running around the vicinity of the mansion for more than an hour, trying to vent up your tension, which was almost everyday.

At least it did good to your physique.
No matter how many chocolate bar or balls you gobbled, you would not gain any weight.
Exactly the opposite of your stress rate.

It had been almost a month since the incident in the night club, and you haven't stepped out your feet outside the mansion, not even a meter out the main gate.

No more biweekly dinner or shopping with him.

Yoongi was punishing you.

"If you think I couldn't spot a lie when I see one, you certainly underestimated me."

"I know you are planning something, but sweetheart, try not to waste your efforts. Because it will fail, I will guarantee that."

"If you have so much energy to spare, why not waste it on me instead, in bed."

Oh God, how you hated that man.
It was like his main purpose in life was to irritate and torture you.

Except in bed, that was the only place where both of you could blissfully agree to each other.

Sleeping with him was like an ultimate stress reliever, the only place you could be as feisty as you could, without him restraining you.
In the past two weeks, along with your growing frustration level, you learned to let it out during make-out session with him.
One time when you got too rough on him, you could see the angry red scratch marks from your nails on his back.
Other time, while you straddling him, you gripped on his neck, tried to choke him, if not for your smaller frame and his swiftness in tackling the attack and flipped you over, you would probably succeed.

In your delusional realm that is.

Because Min Yoongi certainly wasn't your equal opponent.

Everytime you tried another stunt in bed, he would only give you a mocking smile, as if he actually expected for it and enjoyed it even, before handled you easily, like you were a child who tried to throw a tantrum.

Maybe next time you should play dirty instead.

But of course you couldn't expect to wrestle him in bed all the time.
He got work to do, and you got to have a life outside the bedroom, the boredom was killing you.

It wasn't like you didn't try to do something meaningful in your daily life.

You tried to cook, with the help of Mrs. Kwon, you tried everything, from dessert to main course.
And you would persuade, or more like force Taehyung to try it, no matter how terrible it tasted.
What could you say, Yoongi was rarely around during the day, so you only had Taehyung as your victim, albeit with slight resistance from him.