hello hello!! could i please request yoongi + a sweet kiss? thank you 😊💝 btw you're one of my fave writers!! i'm always so happy to see updates from you (only as long as you have time to update, though! don't overwork yourself ☺️). keep up the good work and hope you're doing well!!! ⭐️
Yoongi + 9. A Sweet Kiss
A/N: thank you!!! ahhh i can’t believe i’m one of your faves :’)
Ten hours. That was how long you’d been working on this essay. You couldn’t even tell anymore if you were hungry or if you could feel your butt.
And you were exhausted. Even moving your hands to finally close the screen of your laptop felt like a chore. You stretched and felt an ache run down your back. Rubbing it out, you stood from the chair and wondered if you had the energy to cook for yourself.
“Maybe I can make Yoongi bring me food,” you muttered to yourself and found your voice scratchy from disuse.
You called him, mostly to speak to another human being after being alone with your computer for so long and found, just as you expected, that he was still awake. “What do you want?” He asked, sounding not really annoyed but expectant.
You smiled. “How do you know me so well?”
“Just do. What do you want?” His voice was faint and you could hear the familiar sounds of him typing in the background. You didn’t have to wonder to know he was working on a song.
“Bring me food? If you aren’t busy.”
“Let me finish up here. Give me half an hour.” He hung up.
You bit your lip. You were playing with fire, you knew. Ever since you’d figured out how you felt about him you’d been pushing the boundaries between friends and partners by inviting him over late.
But so far he hadn’t taken the bait. You didn’t know if he just wasn’t attracted to you or if respected you too much to make a move, but you knew the issue wasn’t another person. The boy barely had time to spend with you, he certainly didn’t have time for someone else.
If you were bolder, maybe, you would kiss him. But that thought scared you. The idea that the second your lips touched his he pulled away and stopped speaking to you, thinking you were always going to throw yourself at him.
In the midst of your worrying, the doorbell rang.
You didn’t bother getting up from your wallowing on the couch since you’d long since given Yoongi the key to your place. The doorbell was just a formality to let you know he was there.
He stepped in, dropped his keys on your coffee table, and walked past you to the kitchen. You rolled off the couch, trailing after him. “You’re not even gonna say hi?”
He lifted his eyes from the bag he’d set on your counter and gave you an unreadable look. “Hi.”
“What’d you bring?” You asked, sliding in beside him to peek into the bag.
He tensed at the touch of your skin and you wondered. Had he always been this tense at your touch?
You ran a hand down his back and shot a quick glance at his face from the corner of your eye. He was blushing. A crazy thought swirled around in your mind. “Yoongi,” you began, before you could second-guess yourself, “do you like me?”
Yoongi’s blush deepened. “Why are you asking?”
You shrugged, trying to make yourself look as nonchalant as possible. “Because I like you.”
His head turned to look at you comically fast.
You shrugged again, feeling stiff in spite of your attempts to look as casual as he always did. “It would just be nice if you liked me too.”
His lips were on yours before you had time to think.
It was only when you were sinking into his kiss, when his lips were soft and patient on yours, that you had time to wonder how long he’d been holding that in. How long he’d waiting to put his hands on your cheeks and push his fingers into your hair and breathe you in like he was then.
You crushed your body to his and gasped at his warmth and the way he moved you back against your counter. The edge dug painfully into the small of your back but you ignored it to focus on the way his hands left your face to wander down your sides and rest at your hips.
He was first to pull away and you had to stop yourself from whining at the loss of him. “You should eat,” he murmured, turning back to the bag of food, and you could see he was fighting back a smile.
You waited for him to look at you again so he could see the glint in your eye of the plans you had in store for the rest of the night and for the rest of forever, if he’d let you. Then you beamed. “Only if you stay with me.”