"Don't wake me up," was all he said to you as he got comfy on the couch and closed his eyes. Shrugging, you took your phone and called someone.

    "(Y/n)? Is something wrong?" A male's voice was deep, talking on the other end of the line.

    "No, oppa. Just bored. Yoongi is sleeping, again," you sighed, getting g up from the couch and going out on the balcony. Then, you put the phone on speaker.

      "Oh. You know I'm at work, right?" The male sighed.

     "But oppa... can't you make a little time for me. I know that you aren't always working while your at work," you gave an annoying baby pout that the male couldn't see.

     "What do you want?"

      "Attention. Yoongi's always asleep, and you're the only one who gives me attention."

     "Want me to buy you something? And just so you know, I'm not going to be your sugar daddy."

      "Ew. That's weird," you scrunched up your face in disgust. "I don't want anything except attention. "It's be weird for you to be my-"

       "Who are you talking to?" Yoongi's deep and raspy voice breathed in your ear.

       "Ya!" You said, startled, almost dropping your phone. "Don't sneak up on me."

      "Who are you talking to?" Yoongi narrowed his gaze, then you realized you two had fucked up. You would be sugar coating it saying that he was furious. Nope, he was beyond furious.

      "It's thought you were sleeping?" You changed the subject.

      "Who. The. Fuck. Are. You. Talking. To," he growled, making you whimper.

       "Ya! Don't you dare hurt my dongsaeng!"

       Yoongi froze, looking at your phone, then at you, arching an eyebrow. "He's your brother?"

      "Yeah, so?" You stuck your tongue out at him.

       "But he said something about a sugar daddy..." Yoongi blinked in confusion.

       "It was a joke," you rolled your eyes.

      I'm just going to let you two sort things out. I have work," your brother hung up and three beeps came afterwards.

       "The joke started when I told my brother how much you buy me, and he started saying that you were my sugar daddy," you flushed red.

        "Well... he's not totally wrong. Suga daddy," Yoongi teased, and you smacked him in the chest, becoming redder.

       "You are not my daddy," you continued to smack him, until he grabbed your wrists. "You're my boyfriend."

       "Yeah, whatever. Let's go eat," he let go of your wrists and turned around, walking towards the door