Needing A Spring Day

11. Care

Yoongi stretched out his arms and yawned, the tension in his muscles causing his arms to shake from the amount of sleep forcefully leaving his body. After taking a moment to snuggle beneath the thick fuzzy blanket, not quite ready to bid goodbye to the comfort, he finally pulled himself from the cloud-like mattress and sat up.

Blinking the sleep from his eyes, Yoongi looked around the dim room until his gaze fell upon the dark haired woman nestled into the warmth of her bed, her soft face squished with sleep. She looked so effortlessly beautiful it was astounding she could act the way she had the night before.

A smirk found its way to his lips as he ruffled his hair and draped his legs over the edge of the bed, sinful memories clouding his every thought. The urge to pull the covers back over his head and wake the sleeping girl for another chance to hear her beautiful moans was tempting, but the headache slowly creeping it's way behind his eyes forced him to do otherwise.

Locating his jeans on the floor, Yoongi tore himself from the bed and crossed the room, quickly slipping them on. Glancing over his shoulder as he pulled open the bedroom door, he smiled as the small girl seemed to become buried even further below the blankets.

Feeling groggy and wishing he could sleep longer, Yoongi padded his way through the small house until he located the kitchen. Stumbling over the forgotten clothing on the floor from the night before, he made his way to the coffee pot for the only thing to help him wake up.

It didn't take long to locate the supplies needed to brew a pot of coffee. Thankfully Dae was smart enough to keep everything in the same cupboard, and Yoongi couldn't help but thank her for saving his morning.

The smell of coffee filling the room was almost enough to wake him from the exhaustion he felt deep in his bones, but tasting the rich liquid would be even more satisfying. His eyes impatiently watched the machine as it continued to warm up, his desperation for the caffeine growing stronger with each passing second.

In an attempt to numb his frenzy, Yoongi closed his eyes and instantly thought about the night before, his mind fighting to remember every small detail about the sensational moment. Dae had practically melted in his grasp, conforming to every silent request he had.

Once again, the temptation to pin her against the mattress and have his way with her made his jeans tighten, both sleep and lust pulling his mind in two different directions.

When his eyes finally opened at the sound of the coffee trickling into his cup, a new fascination caught his attention that he hadn't noticed before. Through the living room, on the wall furthest from him, hung a variety of instruments ranging from a simple ukulele to an electric guitar. Below the display sat a keyboard with papers scattered about the top, exuding a frustration he knew all too well.

Forgetting the coffee, he pushed off the counter and crossed the common area until he stood beside the beautiful display of passion. Reaching up, his fingers grazed over the edge of a ruby black Gibson, the instrument sending a chill down his spine.

The entire collection was something he couldn't help but admire. Seeing her love for music through the display was absolutely stunning. It was obvious he found her attractive, but now the attraction far stronger than any form of lust. He had the honor of watching her perform once before, when they first met, but seeing how deep her dedication was to the craft was much more amazing than her talent.

Turning to face the keyboard, his eyes scanned over the various sheets of music and notebooks littering the bench and stand. A stained coffee cup and plate sat on a small table close by, reminding him of all the times he himself had gone for hours without sleep or food to finish a project.