Being careful not to wake him, you plucked the mug from his hands and took it to the sink. You opened the oven door just a little, to make sure the cookies wouldn't turn soggy from the condensation and went back to the living room.
You turned down the music and walked up to Yoongi, standing with one of your legs in between his. Just doing that had your head spinning. Carefully and gently you brushed his hair away from his face, while speaking in your lowest voice.
"Yoongi…" no response, "Yoongi-ya, wake up, you'll hurt your neck sleeping like that." You caressed his cheek until a low, groggy, growl sounded from his chest.
All of a sudden, the arm that was resting on the armrest moved and Yoongi put his hand on your outer thigh. You froze.
His hand was warm and it raised goosebumps, good goosebumps on your skin.
"Mmm…how long did I sleep?" He asked as he absent-mindedly caressed your thigh.
Your throat was dry and you couldn't say anything.
It took you being silent for Yoongi to fully wake up and to panic when he realized what he was doing.
"Y/N! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, please forgive me, I didn't realize what I was doing!" He jumped back on the couch and put his hands up. He looked ashamed, scared and all around confused.
As soon as he moved, you kind of lost your balance and had to hold on to the couch to keep steady.
Yoongi's first instinct was to catch you and so, he leaned forward and held on to your forearms, all the time searching your face to make sure you were okay.
"Careful…Y/N, I can't even begin to tell you how sorry I am. Please, believe me when I tell you that I never meant to disrespect you. I just…I was asleep, I never expected this to happen."
You had no idea what went through your mind, but what you did know was that the second Yoongi took his hand off your thigh, you felt cold, so without really thinking about it you twisted your arm to loosen it from Yoongi's grasp.
Yoongi looked alarmed, as if you were getting ready to slap him, which he thought he completely deserved. But what you did next blew his mind.
Taking his - now free - hand, you put it back on your thigh and gave a little press while closing your eyes.
"Gwenchana…I was just surprised."
Yoongi dry gulped and didn't dare to move, his eyes fixated on his hand on your thigh and relishing the feel of your skin. Smooth and soft.
"Do you…" you paused and he looked up at you from under his eyelashes, you could've melted into a puddle right then and there, "do you want to take a nap with me?"
He nodded. Immediately.
You took a step back, his hand once again falling from your thigh but you held it immediately and gave a little tug.
Yoongi stood up and got extremely close to you, leaning his forehead on yours, "are you sure?"
"I am."
He nodded and followed you into your room.
Once in there, you turned a little shy and went to remove some of the pillows off the bed, carelessly piling them on a chair.
"I'm curious…" Yoongi said as he picked up the black pillow with the weird logo. "What's the story behind this pillow?"
You went to him and took the pillow from his hands, smiling. "You noticed the odd one out, hu?" Hugging the black, almost flat pillow to your chest, you walked to your vanity and put it on the chair there, a special place.
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What never should've happened.
FanfictionY/N is a 34 year old woman who is a kpop fan and gets transferred to South Korea. Unexpected things happen when she meets Min Yoongi purely by chance...and her past issues come back to haunt her. This is purely fictional, the names and likenesses ar...
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