sunflower // m.yngi

childhood memories mean little to you as you stare down the mistake you made a year ago.

"y/n, are you listening?"

you blink at your boss, unable to hide the deep scowl that's settled over your face. no, you hadn't been listening. but it wasn't because you were starstruck at the idols standing like perfect sculptures in front of you.

it was because min fucking yoongi was watching you with dark, lustful eyes as if he wanted to tear all of your clothes off and fuck you right there in front of the rest of the group.

and the worst part? despite the hatred buried deep in your tight chest, you wanted him to.