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''Yoongi, what are you doing here?''

Yoongi let himself in, gently closing the door behind him.

''I came to see you, Yoora,'' he said, his eyes wandering over to the hello kitty blanket wrapped around her. Her black hair was put up into a messy bun, her bangs were too long, poking her eyelids and her cheeks resembled the colour of her ceiling - sickly white. She looked sick.

''How did you know my address?'' she asked.

''I asked Minji,'' he replied as he plopped onto the couch, occupying most of it.

Yoora rolled her eyes as she sat beside him on the couch, her butt nearly falling off the edge as Yoongi wriggled about.

''Hey, this is my couch, you can have the floor,'' she said, pointing to the wooden floor.

Yoongi found himself smiling at the girl beside him, despite her sickly appearance, she looked adorable, like a child with her bare face as she rubbed her eyes sleepily.

''You looked like you haven't slept in years,'' he retorted as he slumpily moved his body over, making room for Yoora to properly sit down.

She immediately scooted over, her shoulder grazed against his.

''Oh, u-uh,'' she stuttered, trying to come up an excuse. ''I drank too much last night, I haven't slept a wink.''

''About last night,'' he started as he turned to look at her, a serious expression on his face. ''Why did you suddenly ru-''

''Aren't you supposed to be in school?'' she cut him off, desperately trying to change the subject.

He furrowed his eyebrows, looking at her suspiciously.

''I could ask you the same question,'' he retorted.

She scoffed. ''I'm hungover, leave me alone.''

''Don't try changing the subject, I want answers from you,'' he said as he reached over with his hand, lifting her chin up to face him.

As his hand firmly grasped her chin, his fingers touching her skin, she felt herself go numb. Heart thumping, ears turning red, she gulped loudly as her subtle gaze met his fierce eyes.

''Why did you run out like that? You scared the shit out of us, Yoora,'' he said, realising his hand was still on her chin he brought it to the back of his head, scratching it nervously.

''Didn't Taehyung tell you? I felt sick so I went home, that's all."

Yoongis body stiffened at the mention of his friend whom he was close to punching earlier.

''Yeah, he told me, but I didn't believe him, that's why I'm here,'' he said.

Yoora rolled her eyes at him. "Well it's the truth, so deal with it.''

He placed his hands firmly on her shoulders, gently squeezing them.

''Tell me the truth, Yoora,'' he said with pleading eyes.

She gulped as she glared at his hands on her shoulders, despite being covered by a blanket she could feel his touch on her skin, causing her face to resemble a tomato rather than the pale white ceiling.

''I drank too much soju, rushed to the bathroom to vomit, ran out of the noodle bar and was on my way home before Taehyung caught up to me, insisting on walking me home whilst rambling on about the dangers of a young lady such as myself out and about during the late hours, that's the truth," she lied through gritted teeth.

His grip on her body loosened as he let out a heavy sigh. Maybe Taehyung wasn't lying after all, maybe I'm just an asshole for not believing in him.

''Okay, fine, I believe you," he said in defeat.

Yoora's mouth formed a small smile, genuinely happy she managed to clear his suspicions.

She, of course, felt guilt rising inside of her as she stared at Yoongi who truly believed her words."It's for his own good, '' she thought, trying to reassure herself.

Yoongi felt his back hit the soft cushion behind him as he slumped into the couch. ''In that case, I'm sorry for doubting you, I have to apologise to Taehyung, too,'' he mumbled, feeling embarrassment show itself on his now reddened cheeks.

Yoongi wasn't used to saying sorry or admitting to his wrongdoings, so he was surprised when the word sorry rolled off his tongue with no difficulty.

Yoora looked at him in confusion.

''Wait, why do you need to say sorry to Taehyung?'' she asked, glaring at Yoongi who closed his eyes as he positioned his head upwards, his neck sinking into the soft sofa.

''Uh, nothing you need to worry about,'' he muttered.

He felt himself jump as he sensed something heavy on his lap, cracking open his eyes the sight before him momentarily stunned him.

Yoora's body was now straddling him as she leaned over his still body, her butt landing firmly on his lap , her hands playfully punching his chest, her face awfully close to his. Her breath on his face made him nearly lose it.

''Since you're already here, it wouldn't hurt you to be truthful with me, asshole!'' she exclaimed with flushed cheeks.

Yoora's movements stopped when she realised the position she was in. She swallowed the lump in her throat as she felt her body mass weigh Yoongi down.

She started squirming, swaying her hips and rubbing her behind against his crotch area. She was beyond embarassed. Yoora's panicked gesture was immediately stopped by Yoongis hands stoutly placed on her hips, forcing her to stop moving her body against his.

''Yoora, please don't squirm around like that,'' he said breathlessly.

Yoora glared at his hands on her hips, holding her body in place, feeling the blood instantly rush to her cheeks. Why was his touch making her go absolutely insane?

''S-Sorry!'' she squealed as she slapped his hands away from her form in panic, her body jerked back from the sudden movement as she felt herself lose her balance. Her body fell backwards, Yoongi desperately trying to catch her from her fall ended up going down with her, his body now hovering over hers.

Her blanket fell off her shoulders during the fall, making the floor more comfortable for her, but now she lay with her skin exposed to the boy with his hands on the floor, on either side of her head, his face inches away from hers, his body warmth radiating off him, making Yoora's heart beat quicken to a worrying extent.

Yoongi's shocked expression turned into a smug smirk as his eyes hungrily scanned her body, how her spaghetti strap top was pulled up, revealing her stomach, her hip bones slightly jutting out from underneath the the thin material of her shorts, which were way too short, exposing her bare thighs to him.

Yoora's gaze shifted uncomfortably to his veiny hands that were holding him up.

She found the veins running down his hand and arms incredibly hot, but would never dare say that out loud.

''C-Can you stop gobbling me up with your predatory gaze and get the fuck off me, you pervert!?'' she exclaimed as she wriggled beneath him.

He found the look on her face amusing, the way her eyebrows furrowed in distress as she struggled on the floor, her dark eyes glistened with shame, her mouth slightly ajar, her breaths coming out in hitches.

He took one last look at her struggling form before finally releasing her, watching as she quickly grabbed her blanket, wrapping it around her body and pouting at him.

''You're a pervert,'' she stated.

Yoongi decreased the distance between them as he brought his mouth to her ear, letting out a puff of air to tease her.

''Let's not forget who straddled me first, kitten,'' he purred.

Yoora didn't hesitate to push the boy away from her, feeling her face flush furiously.

''S-Stay away from me, you predator! Or I'll kick your balls so hard you'll end up coughing them up from your lungs, '' she threatened, her index finger raised in his direction shakely.

He licked his dry lips, not breaking their eye contact.

''Feisty, I see,'' he said.

Yoora circled around him, putting a good few centimetres of distance between them, before leaning her back against the soft sofa, relaxing her tensed up muscles.

Yoongi let himself sit beside her, ignoring the distance between them he chose to close it by leaning his head against her shoulder, causing her to let out a frustrated sigh.

''Don't you know what personal space is?''

Yoongi closed his eyes, feeling himself beginning to doze off.

''Not my fault you're so cute, I can't keep myself away from you, kitten,'' he muttered before falling into a deep sleep.

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"Yoora! I'm home! I hope you didn't thrash the place, I got some of your favourite food from th-'' Minji stopped herself as she examined the sight before her. Yoora lay with her head against Yoongi's chest, her hand on his hip, their legs tangled, his hand buried in her long, silky hair. They were sleeping soundly, their bodies pressed against each other peacefully with relaxed expressions on their faces.

Minji carefully placed the bags of food on the coffee table, trying her best to be quiet not to wake the sleeping couple huddled on the sofa.

She crossed her arms as her mouth formed a smirk.

''I ship it,'' she whispered with a giggle.

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