Stay || M.YG

Chapter 3

"I have work today," I said as Yoongi stirred his coffee.

"You do?" I heard Yoongi mutter. "Yes I do,"

"Where?"

"Library."

"What time?"

"12 to 5." I saw Yoongi get up a bit and look at the clock. "We still have two hours."

"Till?"

"You need go to work."

"I'll go myself."

"No," Yoongi said groggily as he brough the cup of coffee to the living room and placed it on the coffee table. "You're too tired."

"I'm fine." I watched as he went into the kitchen once again and picked up a slice of bread to eat. "You look like a sleep deprived zombie."

"Oh shut up," He said with his mouth full of bread causing his cheeks to puff out. "No you look like a sleep deprived zombie kitten."

"I'm human." His mouth full of bread muffled his words. He grabbed a cup and poured his Americano in and drank it. "No you look like a cute kitten."

He squinted his eyes and looked at me. "Do you have eye problems right now?"

"I'm pretty sure my eyes are working cute lil' meow meow." I saw him roll his eyes as he sipped his Americano. "I'm not cute okay."

"Say that again? I couldn't hear." I chuckled as I watched him try and chew his bread faster and swallow it. "I said," I saw his cheeks slowly getting less puffy.

"I'm not cute," His voice was no longer muffled. "You are," I walked away, heading towards his bedroom. "I'm not cute Yuri," He said as he followed me. "Just accept that you're a cute little kitten okay," He furrowed his eyebrows at me. "Do you have like any extra hoodies? Haven't washed mine."

"Yeah they're in there." He pointed to a drawer. I opened it and grabbed a cute yellow one I saw. "I'm not cute alright, dunno where you got that from." I grabbed a pair of jeans from my pile of clothes and went into the bathroom. "You're cute," I said before closing the door shut.

"I'M NOT," I heard him shout from the outside. "YOU ARE!" I shouted as I turned on the water to drain out any noise of him denying anything.

Stepping out of the shower, I saw Yoongi laid down on the bed, curled up into a ball with his hand in between his legs. "He must be tired," I said to no one in particular. I was about to walk out the bedroom when I heard my name being called. "Yuri,"

I turned back to look at Yoongi. "Yea?"

"Come over," He mumbled. I walked towards him and crouched down to look at his face. "What do you want?" I whispered. He opened his eyes and looked at me. "Your breath stinks."

I slapped his arms. "You should shut up."

"There's a laundry nearby right?" I asked as I picked up my set of hoodies and jeans along with Yoongi's clothes I wore yesterday. He nodded his head and hummed in reply. "I'm going,"

"For?"

"To sleep and eat there, obviously it's to wash my clothes dummy."

"Okay," He sat up and rubbed his eyes. I grabbed the money I had and stuffed it into the pocket of Yoongi's jeans. "Why can't you wear other clothes?"

"That is the only long one I have," I walked out of his bedroom. "You can wear mine,"

"No, it's okay I'll just wash these no biggy."

"Okay," He mumbled behind me. "Go sleep,"

"Nah," He groggily grabbed his house keys from the coffee table and followed me. "You're tired," I watched him as he yawned. "Nah," He replied as he opened the front door. "C'mon, laundry,"