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💭 STUCK TOGETHER

→ 22: all yours

→ when the pandemic first started, you never thought you'd have to stay quarantined in your apartment with yoongi, one of your roommate's friends and a guy you've never met. and you definitely did not expect you'd end up falling for him.

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genre/warnings: fluff, f2l (well almost), smut, oral sex f receiving, fingering, a bit of marking, some dirty talk but it’s minimal, cursing, pleading (?, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), they finally realize how in love they are with each other

You looked out of Yoongi’s window, the Seoul skyline at night being the prettiest sight you had ever seen in your life. Now you could see how he would always spend hours and hours locked up in this small room, the view being better here than in the rest of his apartment; who wouldn’t get inspired by the clear skies and tall buildings outside of the big windows?

Your whole body felt warm as you brought the wine glass up to your lips, drinking the last few drops of the white wine before soft footsteps made you turn around in the chair you were sitting on, small smile forming on your face at the man standing in front of you a contrast to the slight frown taking over his features once he lifted up the bottle and realised it was empty.

“I drank what was left.” You simply said, his dark orbs focusing on your face and then on the empty glass you left on the table.

He pouted. “After this whole surprise… you couldn’t save me at least one sip of your wine?” You only sent him a sheepish smile that he couldn’t help but return. “I’m joking, angel, you can drink all my wine if you want.” He chuckled, now focusing on clearing out the table, piling all the plates on top of each other carefully.

“Don’t tempt me, Min Yoongi.” You joked, quickly standing up and reaching for the tower of plates in between his hands. “Let me help you.”

“But it’s your birthday.” He protested, pushing your hands away and grabbing them himself, already turning to head towards the kitchen, you following close behind with the glasses and empty bottle.

“But you already did this for me, let me clean up at least.” You protested back, but it sounded more like a whine so he just chuckled. “And technically it’s not my birthday anymore,” you pointed out, “It’s past midnight.”

“That’s nonsense.” He shrugged you off, placing the plates in the sink and turning on the water. “It’s your birthday until you go to sleep and wake up again.”

“Now that’s nonsense.” You laughed at his words, placing the glasses inside the sink. “You can’t spoil me like this, I might get used to it.” You joked, leaning against the kitchen island, his back turned towards you.

“Meh,” He shrugged again. “I don’t mind, as long as I’m the one doing it.” You sighed and rolled your eyes playfully even though he couldn’t see you do it, a big grin taking over your features as you watched him do the dishes.

Your eyes roamed up and down his back, seeing how his black knit sweater showed off his back muscles more than his usual hoodies and noticing that he also switched his joggers for some light wash jeans, the baggy material making his legs look longer. You couldn’t help but feel giddy inside at the thought that he had dressed up just to surprise you.

You really didn’t expect him to do anything tonight, especially after the huge breakfast he had cooked for you that morning, so it really came as a surprise when after the facetime call with your friends he walked you to his studio, blindfolded and all, and surprised you with a cake, pizza and your favorite brand of white wine. You probably would’ve cried at the scene if it weren’t for how utterly shocked you were at the sweet gesture and for his gummy smile and cat-like eyes looking expectantly at you as he watched you take everything in. He had already told you he had a surprise for you earlier, but when you read his text you would have never guessed it was a whole surprise dinner that he had set up.

Never in your twenty four- well, now twenty five- years of life had you felt like this on your birthday. Sure people had surprised you with things you really wanted before, like when two years ago the boys surprised you by getting your family to come to Seoul for a fancy dinner party at this big name restaurant you had wanted to go to. Or when Taehyung and Jimin got sold out tickets to see your favorite artist that had a concert on the night of your birthday, and you felt immensely happy then, but this time it felt different. You felt so special, so loved. It wasn’t a grand gesture that everyone awed at, it wasn’t an expensive gift, and you were ninety five percent sure none of your friends knew about his plans to surprise you (mainly because you knew they would’ve spilled the secret at some point had they known about it.)

This was something he did just for you. Not because people expected him to do something or because he wanted to show off, he did it because he wanted you to have a nice birthday, he wanted you to feel special. He wanted you to see how much you mean to him.

And you soon realized that it was very common for Yoongi to make you feel like that. Probably it was the way he spoke to you, always so lovingly and softly. Or the way he always listened to you whether it’s about the stupidest, dumbest topic to whatever’s been troubling you. Perhaps it was the way he held you, always so tenderly and close to him like you might slip away at any moment. Or maybe it was just him.

Maybe you felt like that because it was Yoongi, the man that had your heart swelling with warmth at the sight of his gummy smile. The man that was always there for you no matter how busy or tired he was. The man that always makes you laugh the hardest even on your worst days.

Shaking your head softly to get back to reality, you pushed yourself off the counter and walked a few steps towards him, arms wrapping around his waist and cheek squeezing against his back before you spoke. “Thank you for making my birthday so special.” You said softly, voiced a bit muffled by his clothes but loud enough for him to hear.

He tensed when he felt you pressed against his back, the plate in his hands almost slipping as he felt you hug his waist a bit tighter as you spoke, your words making him melt inside and visibly relax his muscles. “It’s nothing.” He said and you could hear the smile playing on his lips. “I actually wanted to do something fancier,” He sighed, remembering his previous plan. “But I couldn’t exactly cook a surprise meal without you noticing and I realized that a bit too late, so the best thing I could get was delivery pizza.”

“Pizza is fancy!” You protested, making him chuckle and shake his head. “It was perfect like this, Yoon.” You assured him, cheek going back to rest against his back. “I loved it.”

He hummed as a response, going to turn off the faucet before he turned around in your hold, the action making your arms around him loosen so you opted for just placing the palms of your hands on his hips, making enough space between you so you could properly look up at him.

“I’m glad you did.” He smiled softly down at you, wet hands coming up to cup your face, the coldness of them making you scrunch your nose. “I just wanted you to have a nice birthday.”

“It was more than nice.” You smiled, cheeks spilling over his fingers cutely as he squeezed them a bit, eliciting a soft whine from you that made him laugh.

“You’re so fucking cute, you know that?” Your smile grew wider at his words, the way his eyes travelled down your face to focus on your lips not going unnoticed by you.

Your eyes met once again, and your breath hitched when he looked back at your lips, pads of his thumbs drawing random shapes on the apples of your cheek. Your fingers softly squeezed his hips in an attempt to get him closer to you and your heart filled with warm anticipation when he took the tiniest step closer to you, your bodies now so close together you could feel his chest rise and fall against yours with each breath he took.

“Yoongi.” You whispered, he had to force himself to look away from your lips so he could meet your eyes, unconsciously leaning closer in the process. “Kiss me.” you said, barely audible as your eyes fluttered shut.

His hands slid down and rested against the side of your neck, fingertips pushing into the back of it so he could bring your face closer to his, a soft smile playing on his lips as his eyes ran over your soft features one last time. He found it cute how your eyelashes graced the slightly darker skin under your eyes and he couldn’t help but press a soft kiss to the tip of your button nose, and what he found the most endearing were your lips, chapped and slightly parted as they waited for his to rest against them.

Your hands squeezed his hips in anticipation as you felt him inch closer and closer until his lips finally met yours, your small sigh being swallowed by him as your lips moved in tandem with one another, his pillowy soft lips a contrast to your chapped ones.

Your heart soared with love, the warmth you had felt all night thanks to his gesture coursing through every single part of your body now that he was as close to you as you wanted him to be, and somehow that still wasn’t enough. You wanted him closer. You didn’t want to know where you ended and he started, you wanted to feel him as close to you as possible.

Your hands slid up his torso, all the way from his sides and chest to reach their final destination at the back of his neck, fingers playing with the longish hair at the back of his neck as you pulled away from each other, matching smiles first thing you see when you opened your eyes.

“Angel,” he called softly, smile never leaving his face as you tilted your head to the side, waiting for him to continue with a hum, “can I kiss you again?”

You chuckled at his silly question because of course you wanted him to kiss you again, in fact you couldn’t wait for him to do it so instead of answering, you went on your tippy toes and pressed your lips against him again, harder than before and he couldn’t help but groan in surprise.

His tongue ran along your bottom lip, shyly asking for permission to enter your mouth which you eagerly granted, fingers now running through his hair and making a mess out of it. He gently pushed your body back until your back hit the kitchen counter, kiss getting hungrier by the minute and his arms now caging you between the counter and himself. It didn’t take long for his large hands to wrap around your thighs, swiftly lifting you up and onto the counter, the cold marble against your warm skin making goosebumps appear on your legs which Yoongi just had to caress, going from your knees until the hem of your gym shorts and back a few times before he placed his hands on the low of your back, placing his body between your legs as he deepened the kiss once again.

You caged his bottom lip between your teeth, pulling back and only letting it go when you heard him groan and felt his hands squeeze the flesh of your hips, a proud smile forming on your face at his reaction. Instead of going back to kissing you, he kissed down your jaw until he was leaving wet kisses on your neck, the way his lips suckled on your sensitive skin making the fire in the pit of your stomach to intensify.

“Fuck.” You whispered when he grazed his teeth against your sweet spot, right at the juncture of your neck and shoulder.

Your legs hooked around his torso, feet hooking at his back to try and bring him closer and get some kind of friction where you needed it most, which had him smiling and going back to your lips. His hands sneaked under your big knitted sweater, fingers exploring the new land of exposed skin as you arched your back into his touch.

You pulled away from him, hands coming up to cup his face as you tried to catch your breath, and before speaking you wet your lips, his fingers ghosting the fabric of your bralette too distracting for you to speak. “Yoongi...” You managed to say, but the rest of your sentence got lost on the way out when two of his fingers slid under the fabric. He hummed to encourage you to continue, a small smirk on his lips at how he had you. You closed your eyes and leaned into him, forehead against his before you spoke again in a whisper. “I want you.”

His heart did a leap at your words, warmth rushing to every nerve ending in his body, thumb and index fingers coming to your chin as he spoke. “Look at me.” He whispered, waiting for you to open your eyes before speaking. “You have me,” He confessed, deeper meaning hidden in those simple three words. “I’m all yours, angel.” His eyes held nothing but truth and love as he spoke to you, and you couldn’t help but kiss him softly right then trying to tell him that you were his as well.

Because the truth is, you were his. Every fibre of your being was his, and you now knew nothing or anyone would change that anytime soon. You had never felt for anyone what you felt for Yoongi, and it was a bit shocking to think that because you thought you had loved before, but those times felt nothing like this. You used to think that love was needing to be around someone all the time because you were nothing without them, wanting to be their everything no matter what they took away from you. You thought love was giving away everything you had and more just so they could feel loved and not expect anything back.

Oh, how wrong you were to think love was supposed to feel like that.

You could see it clearly now; feel it. Love was supposed to make you feel free, wanted. Make you feel like you could do anything in the world, not because you knew they would be next to you through it all, but because if anything ever went wrong you could fall back on them and have them remind you that you can try again. Love was supposed to make you want to give someone the best of you, knowing that they will do the same. It was wanting to be close to someone because you knew they made you a better version of yourself.

Love was supposed to feel like how he made you feel, warm.

“I’m yours, Yoongi.” You whispered against his lips, his heart racing at the implication your words held.

You pressed your lips against his again, kissing him softly as you gathered the material of his sweater between your small fingers, lifting it up and breaking the kiss to take it off from him and throwing it somewhere on the kitchen floor. Lips chasing his, you let out a soft whine when he broke the kiss again, this time taking off the white shirt he had been left with, soft skin now uncovered for you eyes and fingers to discover.

As soon as his shirt joined his sweater on the floor, his hands were back under yours and against your skin spreading over your ribs as he tried to touch as much of you as possible while pulling your body closer to him. Your hands roamed his naked back, mind going hazy at the feeling of his muscles flexing under your fingertips at his every move.

When you both parted to catch your breaths he wasted no time in taking off your sweater, his eyes instantly dropping to your lace covered chest as his tongue ran along his lips at the sight, and you never thought he could get any hotter. He leaned down and started kissing your collarbone, plump lips leaving pretty red and purple marks on his way down to the valley of your breasts as his large hands started softly massaging your breasts, a loud moan escaping past your lips.

Your hands tangled in his hair once again, pulling on it to get him to come back up to kiss you, the groan that came from his throat going straight to your core. His fingers travelled up your back towards the hook of your bralette, swiftly undoing it as he bit your lip.

“You’re so pretty, angel.” He whispered, leaning down to press a soft kiss against your shoulder before he stepped back, admiring the now exposed skin of your chest as his hands rested against your hips, fingertips playing with the hem of your shorts. “So, so pretty.” He repeated, hands sliding down your sides and resting against the top of your thighs, and you instantly opened them a bit more, a chuckle leaving his lips as he looked down at them. “Is that where you want me?”

You only nodded at him, too captivated by the way his hungry eyes were focused on his fingers sliding under the fabric of your shorts and towards your inner thighs to even form a proper answer to his question. When he didn’t get one though, his hands stopped their movements and he looked up at you, dark orbs burning into yours and making you swallow hard.

Not once breaking eye contact, one of your small hands went to rest on top of his and pulled it closer and closer until it was right over your core, his fingers quickly accommodating to press against it, your eyelids fluttering shut at the light contact. “Please.”

He could feel himself twitch in his jeans at your action, at your soft plea. He couldn’t believe he had someone as hot and beautiful as you like this, eagerly waiting for him to touch them. He wasted no time in untangling your legs from his torso and pulling you closer to the edge of the counter, a small gasp leaving you at the unexpected movement, but he quickly swallowed it when he put his mouth on yours, messy kiss distracting you from the way he hooked his fingers to the hem of your shorts and pulled them down along with your panties, one of his arms going to wrap around your waist to lift you up and take them off of you the cold surface against your ass and center making you hiss into his lips, teeth going to softly bite at his lip in response.

He groaned into your lips, pushing your body off of his so he could trail his kisses down your jaw and to your neck, then lower to the valley of your breast until his lips wrapped around of of your hardened buds, the feeling of his wet tongue against your sensitive nipple enough to make you arch your back into him. His right hand landed on your other breast, fingers rolling the neglected nipple between them and adding to the pleasure pooling at the pit of your stomach.

“Yoongi…” Your moan of his name had his eyes looking up at you without detaching himself from your nipple, eyes almost rolling to the back of his head at the way soft pants left your swollen parted lips as you had your eyes screwed shut.

Your fingers were running through his dark hair, tugging on it with every flick of his tongue and you only stopped when your hand fell to his shoulder as he stood up, your eyes shooting open to look at him at the loss of contact, your body already missing his lips against your skin. He kissed your lips for a few seconds before he leaned down again, kissing against your stomach and all the way down to your thighs, where he stopped to look up at you, eyes wordlessly asking you for permission before he continued with his ministrations.

His hands were gently massaging your muscles as he waited for your answer patiently, and god your heart couldn’t get any bigger with adoration for the man between your legs. You can’t remember the last time someone had stopped and waited for your confirmation before continuing doing things to you and it was fucking hot. Of course all of your last partners had asked you for consent, but no one had been as considerate and soft as Min Yoongi, and you couldn’t help but look at him as if he had hung up the stars and moon in the sky at that moment.

Fingers softly caressing his cheek and jaw, dark orbs looking up to meet your own, you nodded. He matched your movement and kissed the inside of your thighs, two soft kisses on each one before grabbing one of your legs and putting it over his shoulder so he could get a clear view of your glistening sex, precum spilling out of his tip and staining his lightwash jeans at the sight.

“God, you’re so wet.” He whispered, his hot breath against your heat making shivers run up and down your spine. He then brought two long fingers towards your folds, shaping them like a ‘v’ so he could spread them open before dropping his head down and leaving a delicate kiss against your clit, making your legs twitch and try to close, but he pushed them back open with his free hand.

His lips wasted no time in wrapping around the bundle of nerves, sucking on it like a man starved and leaving you a moaning mess under him. His hand left your leg and travelled to right under where his mouth was, a gasp leaving your lips at the feeling of one of his fingers teasing your entrance. Your body shuddered as one of his fingers entered you, the digit sliding right in with how wet you were.

“Fuck.” You cursed under your breath, hand flying to the back of Yoongi’s head to ground yourself as he started pumping his finger in and out of you at a sinful pace. He added a second one and you threw your head back, the curling of his fingers touching that spongy spot inside you that had you seeing stars and your toes curling, the fire in the pit of your stomach spreading to the rest of your body and you could just feel how close you already were. “Yoongi, please.”

Your desperate moan had him groaning into your skin, the vibrations of the guttural sound he made only adding to your pleasure and your fingers pulled on his hair, the light sting on his scalp making his pace pick up, fingers curling inside you with every thrust making your mind go crazy at your approaching orgasm. His eyes looked up at you, cock twitching in his jeans at your head thrown back in pleasure he was giving you. He could tell you were close, he could tell that you were about to go over the edge, so he sucked on your clit harder, teeth lightly grazing it in a way that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head every now and again. He wanted to make you cum, he wanted to be the one to give you such intense pleasure that you couldn’t help but scream his name. He wanted to be the only one to ever make you feel this good. He wanted to be the only one who got to taste how sweet you are, the one to drink every single drop of your release before kissing you and making you his. He wanted to be the one for you, forever.

Or at least as long as you let him.

“Cum for me, angel.” He said against your clit, and your eyes screwed shut as his simple words pushed you over the edge, your orgasm hitting you in beautiful and strong waves that had your whole body tensing as your mouth released a loud cry of his name over and over again.

Yoongi continued fingering you through your release, helping you ride each wave with ease as he licked and swallowed your juices eagerly, not wasting one drop of it. Overstimulation was quickly settling in, especially whenever his tongue ran over your abused bundle of nerves, and soon you were pushing his head off of you and closing your legs against his torso as he stood up straight. He watched you try to catch your breath, chest rising and falling quickly in an attempt to get more oxygen into your lungs.

“I know I told you this like a hundred times already,” he started, mouth glistening with the release he didn’t care to clean off and fingers coming to fix the hair that was sticking to your forehead. “But you look really fucking pretty right now.” The smile that appeared on your face was enough to have him falling for you all over again.

Because being completely honest, there was no way that he could even lie to himself and say that he hadn’t fallen for you already when you were the only person he thought about all day, every day. He didn’t actually know when he had fallen for you, and to be fair he didn’t really care, he just knew that he had and he knew he wanted to be yours.

He wholeheartedly thought he would never feel for someone else the way he feels for you. Who else was going to make him feel warm all over just by hearing them say his name? Who else was going to make him want to give them the whole universe and more just so he could see them smile? Who else was going to make him feel on top of the world just by silently being wrapped up in their arms? Yoongi was sure there would never be someone else like you. So he kissed you, softly and with meaning, trying to tell you that he thought you were it for him. Trying to make you see that he was yours, even if you weren’t his; even if at the end of the day you were someone else’s.

“Yoon.” You whispered against his lips, he only hummed in response, too drunk off your taste to form a proper sentence. “Fuck me, please.”

He almost choked on his own spit, your request taking him by surprise, especially because you asked so softly and innocently that if he hadn’t heard the words correctly he would just assume you had asked him to cuddle. The hair at the back of his neck stood at the thought of being inside you, and his cock was fighting against the restraint of his jeans.

“Fuck.” He cursed under his breath when he felt your tiny hands against his buckle, playing around with it before pulling him closer by it. “Angel, you really are out of this world.” He groaned as you unbuckled it, fingers quickly going to the button of his jeans next. “Eager, aren’t we?” He teased, making you look up at him and pout, a small chuckle leaving his lips before he pecked yours.

“I just want you.” You pout again. Once again you had him twitching in his pants, god the hold you had on him was unbelievable.

“I want you too.” He said honestly, making you smile. “Just not here.” He looked around the kitchen and you chuckled, nodding in agreement. “Hold on.” He warned you, but it wasn’t enough for you to register what he was going to do next.

You let out a loud squeal when he lifted you up, your legs quickly wrapping around his torso and your arms around your neck as he started walking towards his bedroom, loud laughs being shared at your reaction.

He quickly opened the door to his bedroom, the lack of one arm around your body making you slide down a bit and you cling onto him harder making him quickly wrap his arm around your body again, securing it before kicking the door shut and walking towards his bed. Only when your back was safely pressed against the mattress did you let go of him, only enough so you could look at him properly though, a playful smile on your lips as you spoke.

“You know my legs work perfectly fine, right?” You chuckled, hands locked together at the back of his neck. “I could’ve walked myself to your room.”

He shook his head, hips pressing against yours to get some kind of friction against his cock, a slight groan coming from him at the action before he spoke with a smirk. “And where’s the romance in that?”

You beamed at him, head shaking in amusement as you lifted yourself on your elbows so you could press your lips against his. His hips started softly rocking against yours, the material of his jeans rough against your naked skin had you already gushing, leaving a clear damp spot on the fabric.

One of your legs wrapped around his torso, pushing him closer to you and you could just feel the outline of his dick pressing between your legs. Not once breaking the kiss, your hands found their way all the way down his chest and to the zipper of his jeans, quickly undoing it and trying to pull them down. With a soft bite on your lower lip, one of his hands joined your, helping you until both his pants and boxers were pooling around his knees. As your hands lightly wrapped around his member, he kicked the garments off of him, a hiss leaving his lips when you gave it an experimental squeeze.

Your hand slid up and down his dick slowly, enjoying the way his head had found place in the crook of your neck so you could hear every single sound of pleasure that came out of his pretty lips. You couldn’t help but feel proud at the way he was groaning and breathing heavily into your neck, because you were making him feel that good with just your hands.

“Shit, baby.” He moaned, your walls clenching around nothing at the pet name.

You looked down between your bodies as you pumped him with your hand a few more times before running his cockhead between your wet folds, you both moaning at your sexes finally coming into contact with each other. Your still sensitive clit was quickly sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body, and it only intensified when his tip teased your entrance, his hand going to replace your around his cock as he repeatedly pushed it in and out of you teasingly.

You whined, wanting nothing more than to feel him fill you up. “P-please.” He gave into your pleading and slowly pushed his cock inside you, your back arching off the mattress at the stretch. “Fuck.” You cried, nails leaving soft crescent moon shapes on Yoongi’s shoulder blades as he moved the tiniest bit, trying to get you accustomed to his size.

“Shit, you’re tight angel.” He said through gritted teeth, head falling to your shoulder as he fought his hardest against the urge to start thrusting into you.

It only took a few more moments for the slight pain to subside and the amazing pleasure to start, you moved your hips a bit, encouraging him to slide further inside your pussy as both your legs wrapped around his torso, allowing him to hit the most delicious spots within you.

Yoongi quickly set up an unforgiving pace, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, his tip hitting that sweet spot inside you with every single thrust. His lips were kissing up and down the column of your neck, sucking and nibbling on it until it was full of pretty red and purple marks.

You were seeing start by that point, the way he was ramming into you and the fact that you had already climaxed once before had your second orgasm approaching rapidly. Your nails slid down his back, digging into his skin as he fucked you, earning a guttural groan from him and you were sure the skin under your hands was a deep shade of red.

“Fuck, you’re clenching so hard, angel.” He moaned, the feeling of your velvety walls squeezing him time and time again making his thrusts get closer and closer together. “Are you close, baby? Is that it?” He asked you, and you didn’t have to answer for him to know that you were, the way your eyes were rolling into the back of your head and your incoherent words a tell tale sign of it.

You tried your hardest to ground yourself, hands coming to cup his cheeks and forcing him to look at you as you tried to speak. “K-kiss me.” You moaned loudly, eyes closing due to a particular hard thrust before opening them again. “Wanna c-cum kissing y-you.”

He almost came then and there at your words, hips visibly faltering in their movements as he leaned down to fulfill his angel’s request to kiss him. He slowed down noticeably, opting for deeper thrusts that matched the slow kiss and that had your toes curling and hands gripping his forearms.

“Cum for me, angel.” He said against your lips with a particular har thrust, the moan you let out being swallowed by him as he started kissing you again “Show me how beautiful you look when you cum.”

It only took a couple more deep thrusts for you to finally let go, the fire in the pit of your stomach spreading through your whole body and towards every single nerve ending in it, making it pulse and shake as your orgasm hit you. Your walls were clenching uncontrollably around Yoongi, back arching off the bed and into his chest as he continued thrusting into you to chase his own release, thrusts becoming sloppy as your moans of his name made him finally reach his orgasm, sliding as far into you as he could as his cock twitched inside you, rope after rope painting your velvet walls in his cum.

Only when both of you had come down from your highs did he break the kiss, eyes fluttering open to look at you, messy hair sticking to your forehead. He kissed one of your cheeks as he waited for you to open your eyes, then the other one and finally he pecked your lips, your eyes meeting his when he pulled away.

“So? Do I look pretty?” You teased, batting your eyelashes up at him.

He rolled his eyes and pecked your lips once again. “Extremely.” He answered honestly.

With a throaty groan he slipped out of you, a tired whine escaping you as he laid down right next to you on his side, head being supported by his hand. Your head turned around to look at him, a smile never leaving your face as your hand went up to caress his cheek.

“Thank you for making my birthday so special.” You said softly, eyes focused on the skin under your fingertips. “And thank you for always making me feel special.”

He grabbed your hand in his and kissed your palm softly before smiling down at you. “You are special.”

“You know what I mean.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “No one has ever made me feel like you do, Yoongi.” You said honestly, eyes looking deeply into his dark one as you watched his gummy smile make an appearance.

His heart swelled at your words. He never thought such simple words would bring him so much warmth and happiness, but here he was, beaming at your soft confession and hoping that it meant you wanted to be his like he wanted to be yours.

“Can I ask you something?” You said, breaking the comfortable silence to which he nodded and hummed waiting for you to continue. “Did you mean it?” He frowned down at you, not knowing what you meant. In any other case, and if he were any other person you’d be nervous to ask him this and you probably would have kept it to yourself, but this was Yoongi, you knew you could ask him anything without being judged. “You said you were all mine.” You started, fingers now mindlessly playing with his earring. “Did you mean it?”

He was caught off guard by your question. And it took him a couple seconds to remember when exactly he had said that, and when he did he smiled softly to himself. He could say that it was something he said in the heat of the moment, something you just say in a situation like that, but you were looking up at him with those big doe eyes of yours that he adored and he realized he just couldn’t lie to you about his feelings. How could he ever lie about them when he was sure anyone could see right through him when it came to you.

He took a deep breath and answered honestly. “Yeah, I meant it.” He nodded along to his words, “I mean it.” He corrected himself.

“Really?” You asked, voice barely over a whisper.

“Yes, really.” He chuckled. “I’m yours.” He nodded again. “I don’t expect you to feel the same way, to be honest. I know you’ve had feelings for Taehyung for a while and I know feelings like that are hard to get over. But I didn’t want to lie to you, because I do have feeling for you and-”

You quickly cut him off, your words taking him off guard for the third time that night. “I’m yours too.” You giggled at the way his eyebrows raised in surprise. “I used to have feelings for Taehyung, yes. And honestly part of me always will, but I’m yours.” You added to your previous confession. “I know that sounded a bit weird, but what I meant is that I was someone different before I met you, as cliché as that sounds.” You chuckled before continuing, Yoongi listening to your every word with a soft smile on his lips. “And part of that ‘old me’ is liking Taehyung. New me wants you. I want to be with you, Yoongi.” You smiled up at him, “I know this isn’t the typical super romantic confession, but it’s me.”

“So this is a confession now?” He teased you, making you pout and softly hit his bicep.

“Don’t be mean, I’m saying I have feelings for you.” You whined.

He only chuckled and leaned down to press a long soft kiss to your plump lips, happiness pouring out of him in the way he cupped your cheek. You kissed back, your hand resting on top of his before you smiled into the kiss. “I want to be with you too, angel.”

“Hey, just because I didn’t do the whole romantic confession thing doesn’t mean you can’t do it.” You pouted, arms crossing over your naked chest. He watched your actions in amusement. “What happened to Mr. ‘Where’s the romance’?” He threw his head back at that, laughing loudly as you continued to playfully pout at him.

“I was starting my romantic confession when you cut me off, you brat.” He chuckled, pinching your side softly before speaking again. “Wasn’t me telling you I’m yours not romantic enough for you?”

You hummed in response, a big yawn taking over your features as the exhaustion caught up to you. “That was really cute, I’ll give that to you.” You whispered.

Seeing your tired state, he quickly got up from the bed quickly putting his boxers back on and heading towards the bathroom. Head lying comfortably on one of his pillows, you turned to your side, ignoring the sticky mess between your thighs in order to whine and ask why he had disappeared, you quickly grabbed your phone and quickly sent a message to your best friend. He only shook his head with a smile at your antics, quickly wringing out the excess water on the cloth before walking back into his room, watching how you put your phone back on the bedside table as soon as he came into view.

“Let’s get you cleaned up so we can go to bed.” He said softly when he saw your eyes were closed, giving your legs light taps as he waited for you to spread them. “Were you texting someone?” He asked, completely focused on cleaning your thighs and lips as gently as he could.

Chuckling at his innocent question, you answered with a nod. “Minie. He’s been telling me for weeks that you had feelings for me and I brushed him off every single time, I had to tell him he was right.”

He nodded with a soft chuckle. “Jin hyung’s been telling me the same thing and I didn’t believe him either.” Once he was sure he had cleaned you up well, he threw the towel in the direction of the bathroom, making a mental note to pick it up and put it in the washer before he went to work the next morning. “He was always telling me I should just confess. I should text him too.” He chuckled.

He walked back towards the bed, clean shirt in his hands as he approached you and helped you put it on, leaning down to kiss your forehead once you were done. He climbed in next to you, pulling the covers over the both of you as you cuddled into his side, his arms wrapping around you giving your now cold body some much needed warmth.

“You should’ve listened to him.” You whispered, another big yawn leaving you as you got comfortable against his chest, eyes already heavy with sleep. “Good night, Yoon.”

He kissed the crown of your head softly before closing his own eyes, happiness blooming in his heart as he spoke. “Good night, angel.”

✧•✧•✧

The next morning you woke up cold, hands clinging onto the duvet in order to keep yourself warm. You lazily extended your arm, searching for your usual source of warmth during your cold mornings: Yoongi, but you opened your eyes in disappointment when you realized that he was no longer in bed. With a groan and a slight pout, you sat up, taking your phone from the nightstand and looking at the time.

“Already?” You whined when you saw ‘10:38 AM’ on it.

With your stomach begging for food and your body craving some cuddles from Yoongi, you got out of bed and walked towards your suitcase, pulling out some socks and quickly putting them on before throwing a big hoodie over your head as you walked out.

The whole apartment was dead silent, the only thing being heard were your footsteps against the hardwood floor. The door to his studio was wide open, the bright morning sun shining through the big windows and hurting your eyes as you peeked inside only to find it empty. You walked into the livingroom and the only thing you saw were yours and his clothes from the night before folded neatly on the couch, your cheeks heating up at the thought of last night.

“Yoongi?” You called, finally walking into the kitchen but it was also empty.

You looked around it with a small pout, and your eyes quickly fall upon a piece of paper with words scribbled on it. You took a few steps closed and picked it up, a big smile forming on your lips when you recognized Yoongi’s messy handwriting and saw your name at the top of the note.

‘I really didn’t want to leave you today but I had some meetings at work that I just couldn’t miss. Trust me I’d rather be cuddling you right now.

I left breakfast ready for you, it’s in the microwave.

Text me when you wake up, okay? I really want to talk to you

P.S. btw you’re really cute when you’re sleeping <3’

Note still in hand you walked back into his bedroom, quickly grabbing your phone once again and typing him a message as you walked to the kitchen to get your breakfast.

[10:42 AM – To: yoongi🍯]: just woke up and saw your note,, i completely forgot you had work early today, sorry about that :( also,, thank you for breakfast, yoon🤍

[10:43 AM – To: yoongi🍯]: what do you want to talk about?

🪐: well,,, this was way longer than i wanted it to but,,, ahh i love it so much honestly…… let me know what you thought👀

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