ᵈᵉᵈⁱᶜᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ minsuga4evr
(my cutest little friend ❤️)

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Pair¬ Yoongi×you

Genre¬ hybrid!au, heavy fluff

Synopsis¬ after waiting for him an entire day at home, all you want to do is to play with him to your heart's content, but all you get is-well, snores.

Words¬ 1080

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The long-anticipated ring of the doorbell resonates through the apartment, the patter of feet hurrying towards the entrance following right after.

You halt before the door, peeping through the hole to check the person waiting outside, just as he's taught you.

There he is on the other side, in all his glory, already slumping against the wall right beside the door.

Aw, Oppa!

You undo the latch and swing the door open, a wide grin stretching your lips. You throw your arms wide open to jump on him, but abruptly pause when his mouth mimics you, opening widely to let out a heavy yawn, eyes barely opening.

He leans off the wall, and drags himself in and to the couch, throwing his body on it.

No hugs? Not even a kiss?

You pout, brows furrowing and furry ears drooping, yet you follow him your kitten tail swaying behind you.

You kneel before his limp form, which lays carelessly on his stomach, and put your small hands on his bisep, nuzzling into the skin of his cheek, tracing it down his neck.

He lets out a low groan, and twists his head to rest it on the other side, facing the backrest of the couch, mumbling something along the lines of 'not now Kitty'.

The knitting of your brows deepens, while your pout grows bigger. You hold the fabric of his sweatshirt between your fingers before tugging on it, trying desperately to grab his attention.

"Oppa,"

Yoongi lazily sits back up, scratching the back of his neck, his eyes drooping low, heavy with sleep.

"Ah, honey,"

He got onto his feet, making you grin widely at your success, before it falls down again, when he drags himself to the bedroom.

"I'm tired, not now, 'kay hon?" his voice is hoarse, lower than usual, and he disappears into the bedroom without so much as a glance at you.

An irritated 'uggh' leaves your lips, yet you jump back to your feet and stomp over to the room where the lazy man sleeps, not wanting to give up.

It has been over a week since you had a proper play-day with him; he having busied himself with his new job as a tourist guide. Now he doesn't get to have afternoon breaks where he'd come home to her and spend time together, like he did when he worked at that departmental store.

You jump onto the bed, not-so-gently, and start licking him on his cheeks, neck and ears.

He doesn't budge.

So he wants to play it like that?

Well, if he thinks that by ignoring your actions, he could get you to stop, wrong. You continue with double the zeal. You lick and nibble, and then stuff your face in his chest, the tops of your ears grazing, tickling his chin.

A frustrated whine vibrates through his chest, and he throws the comforter away, to abruptly sit up, rubbing his eyes. His eyes open to fix his glare on you, anger evident through his expression.

"What?!" his voice turns harsh and loud. He never raised his voice at you before.

You are left stunned at this action, but then tears start to gather in your eyes, a heavy lump in your throat that you recognise as hurt.
You sniffle softly, trying to keep your emotions from breaking free. It was hard enough to not point it out that you feel he's starting to care less about you since the last week, but now it's impossible.

"Y-You, you don't-"

"I what?!"

A tear leaves your eye, along with the heavy sob you had tried so hard to suppress.

"You don't love me anymore..." you weakly whisper, hanging your head low, sobs shaking your body.

His eyes visibly soften, well, not that you are able to see it.

He crawls over to you, cupping your face with his large hands, and leans his forehead onto yours.

"I'm so sorry Kitty..."

Your sniffling grows harder now that he's this close to you. He is always successful in bringing out your deepest emotions from your heart.

"K-Kitty-I-I'm so sorry, I didn't realise you felt like that. I'm sorry I raised my voice. I'm so sorry I couldn't take my time out for you..."

His thumb grazes your cheekbones, as he pecks your nose as soft as a feather.

"I love you Kitty, I-I love so, so much. Don't think I don't, ever again."

He doesn't wait for you to answer, as he wraps his arms tightly around your frail form, bringing you against his warm body. He dips his head low, to your shoulder and tugs on the fabric, to kiss the now revealed skin there. His scent enters your nostrils, and it seems like ages since he'd last held you like this.

Still wrapped around you, he guides your bodies to lay on the bed, with you above and against him. His bodily warmth brings magical tingles to your body, and you instantly know what mates feel like.

His finger reaches between your ears to massage the base, and a soft purr escapes you.

"I plan to take a fake 'sick leave' tomorrow. I want to take you to this place I discovered while I was with those tourists from Thailand. It's a small pond in the middle of the forest. I think you'd like it. How do you think?"

You nod against his chest, then raise your head to look at him.

"I'd love that."

He leans his head up his to catch your lips between his, and the ends of your fall over his closed eyes as your body relaxes with his fingers massaging your scalp. He knows it very well you love it. You share the overwhelming passion you feel for him with him as the kiss intensifies. One of your hand reaches to cup his face, while the other helps you balance over him.

Letting go of the kiss, you put your nose against his neck, scenting him, and gently lick on your mark on him, making a shiver pass him.

"Oppa..."

You smile, and look into his eyes.

"I love you."

"I love you Kitty, so much. Let's cuddle now?"

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¬ Choi-hajin