Unexpected (Part 5)
All of Yoongi’s efforts to swallow his emotions and deal with everything alone start to fall apart.
Warning: angst, smut, domination, submission, dirty talk, oral, fellatio, intercourse and lots of Yoongi being a general ass-hat. Also, twice as long as the previous sections.
Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 (final) 8.5 (bonus)
“Get up already!” Jin shook Yoongi, trying to wake him. “You’ve already slept through breakfast and we need to get going to the studio. It’s dance practice time. You’re holding everyone up!”
Yoongi groaned as he labored to get himself out of bed. He held his head in an attempt to keep his brain from busting through his skull. He couldn’t remember a time when he was more hungover than right now. The thought of spending a full day in the studio learning new choreography filled Yoongi with dread. He was sure this day would not end well.
Jin looked at Yoongi disapprovingly. “I don’t know what you were thinking getting so drunk last night. Just hurry up! Also, take a shower, you smell like shit.”
Yoongi took a quick shower, got dressed and staggered into the van with the rest of the guys to go to the studio. Yoongi closed his eyes and leaned against the door, he could feel water dripping down his face from his still wet hair but didn’t have the energy to wipe it away. Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung were sitting in the back seat of the van talking about some movie they watched on tv last night and were quoting lines and laughing about funny scenes. Hearing them enjoy themselves annoyed Yoongi to no end; he quietly wished that the van door would open up so he could fall into the street to be run over by a passing car. He was pretty sure death would be more pleasurable than dance practice with these idiots.