pair: yoongi x you

At his attempt to leave the couch, I tighten my arms around his torso. I bring my legs up and wrap his waist, making him harder to move. Yoongi laughs, trying to pry my limbs off him. I whine in protest.

“You said thirty minutes and it has. Now be a good girl and let me go,” he coaxes, patting my head. It doesn’t work like he wants because I keep my arms and legs where they are.

I shake my head in denial. How can thirty minutes pass by so fast? It feels like five minutes has just passed. “Thirty more minutes?” I beg. Doing the best puppy face I can pull.

He refuses. I click my tongue in annoyance at him. “You’ve said that twice. I should’ve left an hour ago,” he checks his Rolex, ignoring the glare I shoot for him.

With heavy heart, I slowly –really slowly– remove my limbs off him. I slouch into the couch when he gets up. Looking up at Yoongi fixing his crumpled shirt because of me. He turns back, smiling with a hint of guilt there. He apologizes for leaving before leaning in to kiss me. I sigh in content as he takes it slow.

I catch his elbow before he can fully stand, keeping our distance close. “Stay over,” I whisper. I plant another kiss after the last and in repeat. I take a hold of his nape to deepen our kiss. I sulk somewhere in the back of my mind when I know he doesn’t want to. The evidence is in the way he doesn’t join me back to the couch even though it’s clear I want to make out with h