The Secret Between Two [A Min Yoongi ff]

I Know What To Do

The work night ended early for me. And according to Ye-Jun it would for the rest of my time in Korea. Since I would only be working on the pole, I wouldn't be needed for the rest of the night.

I was kind of disappointed but nonetheless I could get my sleep schedule back in to place for the first time in years. Especially now that Yoongi would be living with me.

12:30 am barley even the first day of July, I made my way home.

I walked along the still busy streets of Seoul with a bag full of 100 dollar bills on my back and shoved my hands into my hoodie pockets. It was quite chilly that morning so I was walking a bit faster than normal.

I approached my apartment building and entered as normal, walking in and straight to the elevator. When the elevator got up to my floor I exited and walked to my door and unlocked it.

I expected an empty quiet living room, slightly dark, but not completely because of the surrounding building lights. The room was not empty though.

On the couch there was a pale boy, who's milky skin was illuminated by the light from his laptop placed on the coffee table.

He had on big black chunky headphones and tapped his fingers on a tiny piano keyboard on his lap. He was bobbing his head to whatever sound was playing through his headphones.

His back was hunched over, his bangs covering his eyes and his legs crossed on the couch. He was shirtless again, and this time he was just in his boxers.

I smiled to myself as I quietly observed his milky toned body. I looked him up and down, eye fucking him because my sex driven self was turned on.

I pushed that feeling down, something I didn't normally do, because I wasn't just sexually attracted to him, but I was emotionally attracted to him as well.

I didn't want to ruin what we had now with such selfish desires.

I tiptoed myself behind the couch and around to my room, unnoticed, to shower and change into my pj's. And once I put on one of my basketball shorts and a tank top, I made my way the living room.

I walked out my room, still unnoticed and listened to the clicking of his fingers on the piano keyboard making out a distinct pattern of rhythms.

I had to admit it was quite sexy to see him working on music, I assumed, so intently, I almost couldn't hold myself back.

Almost

I did though, because I'm not sure it would be the right time to advance my sex driven feelings.

I'd have to satisfy my self later on.

I sat down on the couch, right next to him, and only then did he notice me.

He jumped a little, I guess not expecting someone at this time to be accompanying him at this hour. His body turned pink before he turned to face me, I guess from the embarrassment of being caught in his boxers.

"You're here early, I didn't mean for you to see me like this," he spoke in a whisper to defend himself, and he took off his headphones.

He looked at me with a little pout on his face, as if I was going to scold him for something.

"I quit the private rooms so I wasn't needed for the rest of the hours. I'll be home around this time now for the rest of the summer."

He widened his eyes and scrambled to move his equipment on to the coffee table. "So soon?" He questioned in his state of shock when he turned to look at me.