Knight
Part of the Gemini AU.
Yoongi prides himself on being a professional in the boardroom. You seem to be determined to crack his facade.
Pairing: Yoongi x F!reader
Rating: 18+
Genre: Non idol AU, smut
Word count: 6.6k
Warnings: Sexually explicit scenes, swearing
Tagging: @reliablemitten 💜
Yoongi photos credit: https://mahoneysuga.tumblr.com/post/676347943253671936/suga-bts-the-fact-photobook-special-edition
Min Yoongi is bored. He re-reads the inscription along his gold pen for the millionth time as he waits for his finance VP to get to the point.
Fuck them all. We’re Mins.
It was a gag gift from his twin sister a few Christmases ago, an ostentatious 24k solid gold because she knows he hates shit like that.
The conference room doors are thrown open, and a woman walks into the room.
You’re wearing a grey cashmere coat, belted at the waist, and sky-high heels.
Yoongi follows the line of your calf up to the knee, where the hem of the coat swishes.
You’re undoing the knot of the belt, pulling the lapels of the coat apart, and for a split second Yoongi wonders if you’re going to pull out a gun.
Instead, he’s suddenly confronted with your stunning tits, hoisted up and displayed to perfection in red lace.
The coat drops to the floor, and thank God, Minho, his finance VP, has finally shut up.
Yoongi watches, non-plussed, as you climb onto the large oval conference table, wearing nothing but scraps of red lace, and strut your way along it, heels clicking on the mahogany.
You stop inches from his face, and put your foot on his chest.
Yoongi’s got a sudden urge to lick up your taut calf.
You lean close, and you smile. You jerk your thumb to the projected image. ‘The numbers are wrong,’ you say. ‘Re-zoning costs went up last quarter.’
You slide off the table, pick up your coat, and leave as abruptly as you came in.
Yoongi’s a lot amused, more than a little aroused and one thing’s for certain. He’s sure as hell not bored anymore.
***
It takes him an hour to track you down.
You walk into his office, now dressed demurely in a dove grey silk dress.
Yoongi wonders if you’ve kept the same underwear on.
You take a seat in front of him.
‘If you’re going to fire me, don’t drag it out,’ you say.
Yoongi tilts his head at you. ‘I don’t drag anything out.’
He’s lying, of course. He loves delaying gratification in bed.
You look at him like you know what he’s thinking.
Yoongi says, ‘You were right about the numbers. And it seemed to me like that stunt this morning was about getting my attention. Now you have it. What can I do for you?’
You look at him like you weren’t expecting him to say that.
Yoongi knows he’s got a reputation. For being ruthless in business, proud of his family heritage and a serial womaniser.
He’s also impatient, although he saves his best snark for his annoying twin.
You open your mouth.
Yoongi waits.
‘My brother’s started his own company. His niche is edge computing. I want you to mentor him.’
Although you took a while to get started, now that you’re talking you don’t seem to be able to stop.
‘He’s talented but he needs someone to help him make business decisions. Someone like you. If you could meet with him, just hear him out, I’d be more than grateful.’
Yoongi admires your balls, your scrappiness.
‘I’d be happy to,’ he says.
You stare at him, a smile dawning on your face. ‘Really? Thank you. That means so much.’
You look worried. ‘Are you firing me?’
Yoongi shrugs. ‘You pointed out a mistake that my finance VP didn’t see. Part of the reason I called you in here was to promote you.’
The smile on your pretty face is infectious as you thank him. ‘I told him,’ you say, standing to go. ‘I told him you had a sister and you’d see me as just a sister standing up for her brother.’
Yoongi stands too. ‘Actually, if you wanted me to see you as a sister,’ he says, leaning close to make sure you’re listening, ‘you shouldn’t have paraded in front of me in lingerie.’
You avert your eyes.
Yoongi nods. ‘Set up an appointment with my assistant. Tell her it’s fine to overbook me.’
He waits until you’re at the door.
‘And, Y/N,’ he says, ‘I don’t want any more stunts like that at work. I’ve got enough of a rep outside of work as it is.’
You nod. ‘It won’t happen again,’ you promise.
***
Yoongi walks into the dining room and immediately steps out again.
He waits until his twin sister opens the door, looking for him.
‘Oh, I’m sorry, I wanted to give you time to finish getting dressed,’ he says, staring pointedly at the gold sheath she’s wearing, slashed to the navel.
She rolls her eyes. ‘It’s Versace. I saw you flirting with a woman wearing much less than this at the Kims’ wedding anniversary.’
Yoongi lets her back into the dining room before stepping in himself.
‘We were together in the womb, Yoongi,’ she says dramatically.
Yoongi raises an eyebrow. ‘I have no desire to relive that experience. Where’s Park?’
Her fingers ghost over the ruby choker she’s wearing. 'Jimin’s flying back in from Munich tonight,’ she says.
Yoongi fights the urge to roll his eyes at her lovestruck smile.
His mother walks up to him. ‘She looks beautiful,’ she says, smiling at both of them.
‘What’s this I hear about a female employee walking naked into your Monday morning meeting?’ his father asks. ‘Have you dismissed her?’
Yoongi drawls, ‘No, I’ve promoted her.’
He enjoys the expressions on everyone’s faces, probably more than he should.
***
Lee Minjun is your younger brother. Yoongi can see the family resemblance. He’s got the same face shape as you.
Minjun’s arranged to meet him in his apartment after work. It’s down the road from where Yoongi’s twin sister used to live.
There’s a hunger in him that Yoongi understands, coupled with a keen intelligence, and even more importantly, a self-awareness that he likes. Yoongi thinks he’ll go far.
Yoongi’s been working for the company since he was just out of university, and with his experience and Minjun’s drive, he’s got a good feeling about all this.
Minjun wants to talk about marketing his services, and Yoongi’s got a few contacts he can call upon. He’s scrolling through his phone when you walk into the room.
Again Yoongi’s struck by how different you look to the woman who paraded in front of his board in lingerie and the woman in the tasteful dove grey dress. Today, you’re wearing a sweater and jeans, hair tied back.
‘Shit,’ you say, when you see him. ‘I’m working from home today, boss.’
Yoongi rolls his eyes. ‘I don’t care where you work from as long as you’re producing results.’
‘I spotted some fine print in the most recent patent application today that no one was aware of. That’s going to save you having to re-apply,’ you volunteer. You go to the fridge and toss him a beer.
Yoongi nods. ‘Sung-ho gave you credit for it.’
‘Ah, if you knew that, why were you looking at me like that?’ you ask.
Yoongi raises an eyebrow. ‘That was your guilty conscience.’
He cracks open his beer, and you and Minjun exchange glances.
‘Shall I order some food in?’ you suggest. ‘What’ll you have, Yoongi?’
Yoongi shakes his head politely. ‘I’ve got dinner plans, but thank you for asking.’
He finishes off his beer as he fires off a few texts and then stands. ‘See you in a couple of weeks?’ he asks. Minjun stands too, a little awkwardly.
‘If it’s going to be a regular thing, I should work out an arrangement to repay you, for your time,’ Minjun says.
You’re both looking at him, and there’s so much hope on your faces Yoongi’s endeared.
‘Give Leehom a call and we’ll work something out,’ he suggests. Leehom is his father’s right hand man, and he’s smart, practical and a goddamn decent human being, somewhat a rarity in the business.
You walk him out. ‘Thanks so much, Yoongi.’ You look at him a moment, head tilted. ‘I should have just asked you.’
Yoongi nods. ‘I don’t know why you didn’t.’
***
Yoongi pulls up at the restaurant and hands his keys to the valet.
The restaurant his date’s suggested for dinner is buzzing, a hot new Japanese-Peruvian fusion place.
Yoongi gives his name at the door and is led to a secluded table at the back. It’s perfect. Areum, his date, is late as usual, it’s only their third date but she’d kept him waiting the last two times as well.
Yoongi’s phone rings as he waits. It’s his twin.
‘Are you busy?’
‘Not yet,’ Yoongi says. ‘I’m waiting for Areum.’
‘Ah, is she the one?’
Yoongi smiles. ‘I don’t believe in ‘the one’.’
‘Yeah, imagine being stuck with you the rest of one’s life,’ she says. ‘Min-prisoned.’
Yoongi only smiles because he knows she can’t see him.
Then she sighs. ‘Jungkook just called. He really likes the date he’s bringing to the black and white ball next week, and he’s asked if you can refrain from doing your fuckboy thing on her. His words, not mine.’
Yoongi rolls his eyes. ‘Did Jeon Jungkook just call me a fuckboy?’
‘Name your price,’ she says. ‘I owe Jungkook one.’
‘You don’t owe anyone a damn thing,’ Yoongi says, immediately. ‘Tell Jeon if he can refrain from dragging you into any more scandals, I’ll hold off.’
‘Yoon---’
‘Gotta go, Areum’s here,’ he says, hanging up.
He slides his phone into his pocket and stands to greet Areum. She’s the daughter of a friend of his parents’, a socialite and a fashion darling. Much like his sister, including that she has a depth to her that makes her more interesting. She’s great in bed, and she makes him laugh.
Yoongi could really see this going somewhere if it weren’t for Areum’s tendency to not listen to anything he says. It would be one thing if she heard him and chose to do her own thing, similar to his twin, but it’s another to completely not hear him at all. He doesn’t think Areum’s learned anything new about him since he asked her out.
Areum tilts her face up to his. ‘Yoongi,’ she says, voice practically a purr.
‘Hi Areum, you look beautiful,’ he says, because she’s expecting it, and it’s true.
Yoongi spends the date on autopilot, admiring Areum’s beautiful shoulders and waiting for her to ask him a question about himself.
She doesn’t.
***
Dasom, Yoongi’s assistant, looks up, uninterested, as Yoongi walks into the office.
‘Lee Y/N’s in your office. She says she wants to speak to you.’
Yoongi nods. ‘Thank you Dasom.’
As always, he wonders idly about Dasom’s personal life, whether she’s as emotionless as she comes across. She’s an excellent assistant, he pays her more than his VPs, and she’s never let him down yet. She’s frighteningly efficient.
He enters his office to see you standing before his floor to ceiling windows, looking out at the city.
‘Hi, Y/N,’ he says. ‘To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?’
You turn to him. ‘Hi, Yoongi. My mom’s cooking dinner for me and my brother tonight – she asked if there’s anything in particular you like to eat.’
Yoongi hates any sort of fuss being made over him. His yearly birthday party with his sister is his idea of torture, and ever since she realised that she’s made an effort to go more extravagant each time.
God, one of these days he’s going to murder his sister. He’s got to get past Park Jimin first though, he’s surprisingly protective.
‘I’m not picky,’ he says. ‘And I don’t need any special treatment. I’m enjoying helping your brother with his business, Leehom’s said we’ll be remunerated appropriately.’
You look at him, and he gets the sense you’re hurt by his bluntness.
Your mouth opens again, and to shut you up, Yoongi says, abruptly, ‘I like chicken.’
You clasp your hands together, and nod. ‘I’ll let my mother know.’
Yoongi watches you walk to his door.
‘Oh yeah,’ you say, just as a throwaway before you leave, ‘the risk calculation for the new office is too conservative. You stand to make more than the estimates. I’d go ahead with it.’
Yoongi says, ‘Wait. How the hell do you know that?’
‘My older sister works in the planning office,’ you say. ‘There’s been a lot of interest in the location. If you get in now you’ll be ahead of the game.’
You smile. ‘See you tonight, Yoongi.’
***
Yoongi knocks on the door of your apartment, to be greeted by you and your brother.
The delicious smells of food make him realise how hungry he is.
‘Let’s eat,’ you say.
Yoongi can’t remember the last time he ate dinner outside of a formal dining room or a restaurant. It was probably whilst he was at university with Seokjin.
You put more chicken on his plate, and he nods his thanks. ‘Your mom’s an amazing cook,’ he says.
‘Yeah, she owns a restaurant. We can go sometime if you want,’ you say.
‘I’d like that,’ Yoongi says, and he realises he means it.
After dinner, he works with Minjun, discussing his focus on developing edge nodes for voice recognition, lowering latency and transmission costs. Tech’s never been Yoongi’s strong point but he’s good at recognising business opportunities when he sees them.
‘You should go public,’ he tells Minjun. ‘You’re going to need more investment if you plan to make as much as you can out of this.’
Minjun blinks at him.
‘Speak to your sister, and then to Leehom,’ Yoongi advises. ‘Going public’s the best thing for you at this point.’
You knock at the door and come in with another beer for Yoongi.
As you chat to Minjun, your hand comes up to absently massage Yoongi’s shoulder.
Yoongi has no idea what you’re doing, but he’s sure as hell not going to complain.
He relaxes into your touch as he drinks his beer.
Eventually, you pat him on the shoulder.
Yoongi looks up at you, half asleep.
You smile down at him.
‘You looked tired,’ you say.
Yoongi nods. ‘I am.’
‘You should take more breaks, boss. When’s the last time you had a holiday?’
Yoongi hasn’t been on holiday since before his twin walked out on her inheritance.
‘I’m going to a charity ball this weekend. I was wondering if you’d like to accompany me?’ he asks.
You look surprised at his invitation.
‘How fancy is it?’ you ask.
‘Pretty fancy,’ Yoongi replies.
You look at him for a moment. ‘Sure, I’d like that,’ you say.
‘I’ll pick you up Friday night at 8,’ Yoongi says.
***
Yoongi isn’t sure what to expect when he pulls up outside your apartment. To his surprise, you’re already waiting outside, your grey cashmere coat belted and collar up to protect you from the cold.
‘You didn’t have to wait downstairs, I would have come up,’ Yoongi says, getting out the car to open the door for you.
He sees you taking in the plush interiors.
You swallow audibly. ‘Is this do going to be too fancy for me, Yoongi?’
Yoongi laughs before he realises you’re serious.
‘Come on, where’s the woman who paraded in front of my board wearing red lingerie?’ he says, gently teasing.
‘She’s not here tonight,’ you say.
Yoongi hits his turn signal. ‘My sister used to get a lot of pointless gossip said about her,’ he tells you, wanting to put you at ease. ‘We have this saying – who the fuck cares what people say? We’re Mins.’
‘Besides,’ Yoongi continues, ‘half the people there are going to be too drunk to care, and the other half will just be looking for someone to spend the night with. You’ve got me, so you don’t have to worry about being hit on, and I’m also the designated driver, so feel free to have a drink if it helps.’
You relax visibly at his words, and the warmth in his voice.
‘Why did you ask me to accompany you?’ you ask.
‘You’re nice,’ Yoongi says, truthfully.
He can’t help but laugh at the expression on your face.
‘You do have a dress on under that coat this time, don’t you?’ he asks.
You blush, and Yoongi admires how pretty you look.
He hands his keys to the valet and offers you his arm.
He stands behind you to help you with your coat. As you turn to face him in the golden light of the ballroom, Yoongi realises two things.
Firstly, you look just as beautiful in white as you do in red.
Secondly, your tits are just as stunning as he remembers them.
You’re looking up at him expectantly, and the last thing Yoongi wants is to disappoint you.
‘You’re very beautiful,’ Yoongi tells you.
Your smile lights up your face. ‘Thank you. You look pretty handsome yourself.’
Yoongi offers you his arm, and there’s the tiniest flutter in his chest as you curl your fingers around it.
Yoongi spots his twin and Jimin and immediately makes a beeline for them. He knows they’ll look after you if he gets caught up.
His irrepressible twin beams at him. ‘Hello, brother dear,’ she says, cheerfully. ‘Remember what you promised about Jungkook.’
Yoongi smiles. ‘I didn’t promise a damn thing,’ he says, pleasantly. ‘This is Lee Y/N. She works for the company.’
‘Lovely to meet you,’ says his sister. ‘I’m the better Min twin. Would you like to meet my friend Jungkook?’
She beams at Yoongi as she leads Y/N away.
‘She is the better Min twin,’ Jimin agrees, gazing fondly at her as she walks away.
Yoongi doesn’t say anything because honestly, he agrees.
***
Yoongi’s looking around for his sister and you after the charity auction when he spots both of you standing in front of Jeon Jungkook.
Yoongi likes Jungkook, he’s a handsome bastard and cleverer than he likes to make out. He likes the way he’s always managed to entice Jungkook’s dates away from him at these society events. He liked the way Jungkook stuck up for his twin when Jimin was being unreasonable a year or so ago, culminating in a tabloid frenzy.
Perhaps he shouldn’t blame the tabloid frenzy solely on Jungkook and Jimin. After all, Yoongi was the one who’d snapped the picture and leaked it to a journalist friend.
The point is, he’s always liked Jungkook. Which is why he’s taken aback by the sudden rush of irritation he feels when he sees the way you’re looking up at him.
He’s on his way towards you when Jimin falls into step beside him.
‘I’m going to blackball his latest gaming venture,’ Jimin says, eyes narrowing.
‘I wouldn’t bother,’ Yoongi says. ‘The kid’s got a nose for a profit like a bloodhound.’
He steps in next to you and offers his arm. ‘They’re about to serve dessert,’ he says smoothly, nodding to Jungkook. ‘Jeon.’
Jungkook, always irrepressible, flashes him a smile so brilliant Yoongi would swear he can hear a collective sigh from the room.
‘Lovely to meet you, Y/N,’ he calls, as Yoongi leads you away.
He leans in to kiss Yoongi’s twin on the cheek. ‘Always a pleasure, Minnie.’
Jimin stares at Jungkook with barely repressed fury. 'What did you call her?'
‘Sorry,’ says Jungkook, but the tone of his voice is anything but.
***
Yoongi’s driving you home. You’d eaten your dessert and most of his, but he doesn’t mind.
‘Did you enjoy yourself?’ he asks.
You lean your head against the headrest of your seat. ‘I did, thank you. I wasn’t expecting it to be so much fun.’
‘I’m glad you had a good time,’ Yoongi says.
You’re looking out the window, at the buildings flashing past as Yoongi drives.
‘I’m so grateful for everything you’re doing for my brother,’ you say, quietly. ‘He’s had some bad experiences.’
‘I’m enjoying helping him,’ Yoongi says, honestly. ‘I think some of my father’s colleagues see me as a young upstart still, but when I speak to your brother it reminds me I’m not as green as I was when I started.’
‘Green?’ you ask, smile blooming on your face. ‘I can’t imagine you being green. Not you. You’re ruthless, sharp. It’s like you were born for this.’
Your smile is making Yoongi feel warm, as is the finger you’re now tracing along the line of his arm that’s holding the gear stick.
Yoongi’s voice is deeper when he says, ‘How’s the process of becoming a public company coming along?’
Your hand is now tugging at the short hairs at the base of Yoongi’s neck, and he’s fighting the urge not to shiver at your touch.
Your voice, when you speak, sounds remarkably unaffected, despite the fact you’ve given Yoongi a semi hard-on just by touching his neck.
‘It’s going well. Are you coming to see Minjun on Wednesday?’ you ask.
‘Yeah,’ Yoongi says.
‘Great. My mom wants to have you over at our restaurant. Unless you have plans.’
‘No plans,’ Yoongi says, backing into a parking space in front of your building.
‘Great,’ you say, cheerfully.
You lean forward, hand landing on his thigh. ‘Don’t get out. I’ll be fine,’ you say.
Yoongi’s trying to be respectful and not look down at the lush mounds of your tits above the low square neck of your white dress.
You’re still looking at him, so Yoongi leans forward to kiss you goodnight.
It’s a chaste kiss, a soft brush of his lips on yours. You smell so good. When he pulls away, he notes with satisfaction that now you’re the one flustered, eyes wide, breathing a little faster than you were.
‘I’ll see you Wednesday,’ Yoongi says.
He watches you walk up to your apartment building and get inside before he drives away.
***
Yoongi’s on the driving range and trying to ignore the fact that his twin is swinging her club like a literal Neanderthal.
‘I’m sure we both took golf lessons for the same amount of time,’ he says, trying not to wince at a particularly clumsy putt.
‘You try and focus on your swing when Pablo’s got his arms around you,’ she mutters.
She gives up and lets her club fall to the ground with an admirable carelessness.
‘Why did you want to meet here, anyway?’ she asks, hands on hips.
‘I didn’t ask you to meet me here,’ Yoongi points out, exasperated. ‘You invited yourself along.’
‘We haven’t had twin time lately,’ she says. She sips her water as though she needs to rehydrate, although she’s barely done enough to work up a sweat.
Yoongi scoffs. ‘Twin time’s not a thing.’
‘I’m pregnant,’ she says.
Yoongi misses the golf ball completely. ‘Is it Jungkook’s?’ he asks.
‘We won’t know until the paternity test comes back,’ she replies, rolling her eyes, not missing a beat.
There’s a downturn to her mouth that makes Yoongi soften his tone. ‘Does Jimin know?’
‘I told him.’
‘And?’ Yoongi prompts. If Jimin’s being a dick, so help him, Yoongi’s going to make his life a living hell.
‘I don’t know, he hasn’t texted back yet,’ she says.
‘You texted him that he’s going to be a father?’ Yoongi asks, in disbelief.
‘Shit,’ she says. ‘Ah shit. I just texted him ‘see you later, Daddy.’’ Realisation dawns in her eyes. ‘Shit. Not that kind of Daddy.’
Yoongi groans because this conversation is making him want to wash his ears out with bleach.
‘God damn it, please call your husband like a full-grown adult,’ he says.
She’s turning to leave, eyes bright.
Yoongi pulls her into a hug on her way out. ‘Congratulations,’ he says. ‘You’ll be a great mom.’
She smiles up at him for a second before she pulls away, brushing her arms off like she’s worried she’s got cooties from him.
‘I hope it’s twins.’
‘Why? So you can terrorise them like you’ve terrorised me my whole life?’ Yoongi calls out at her retreating back.
She doesn’t even bother to reply.
***
Leehom walks into Yoongi’s office.
‘I wanted to speak to you about the Lee company,’ he says, without preamble.
‘I’m listening,’ Yoongi replies, setting his pen down.
‘Their voice recognition tech is a game changer,’ Leehom says. ‘It feeds into the edge computing market.’ He pauses, and looks at Yoongi meaningfully. ‘It would put us ahead of our competitors.’
Yoongi knows this isn’t to be taken lightly. ‘What are you suggesting?’ he asks.
Leehom chooses his words carefully. ‘If I were advising you, I’d suggest acquiring them. They’re doing well on the open market, and it’s only a matter of time before they catch someone else’s attention. Other acquirers might not have the same personal interests as you do.’
‘I’m the one who suggested they go public,’ Yoongi says. ‘They’ll assume I set them up for this.’
Leehom sighs. ‘They needed to go public. It was what anyone would have advised. If they don’t want to be acquired, then we’re going to need to put measures in place. In my opinion, it’s only a matter of time.’
Leehom’s been in the business so many years Yoongi doesn’t even bother questioning his insight. He’s seen Leehom back his father up multiple times, the man’s practically got second sight when it comes to business.
‘I’ll speak to them,’ Yoongi says.
‘Sooner rather than later,’ Leehom says. ‘I’ll keep my ear to the ground.’
***
Yoongi’s thinking about Leehom’s words as he parks up outside the Lee family restaurant.
You and Minjun are waiting outside.
‘You look great,’ you say, stepping forward to embrace him in greeting.
Yoongi looks down at his clothes as though he can’t remember what he’s wearing. He’s got a buttery soft leather jacket on over a long-sleeved tee and jeans. He’s put in the silver hoop earrings that were a gift from his sister, one of the few gifts she’s given him that weren’t accompanied by a sarcastic smile.
‘Sexy,’ you clarify, and Yoongi laughs, surprised.
‘Come on. Mom’s dying to meet you.’
As soon as Yoongi steps into the restaurant, he’s greeted by a petite woman who looks just like you. She grabs his arm and ushers him in.
‘You’re too thin,’ she says, clucking disapprovingly. ‘Y/N says you like chicken.’
Yoongi doesn’t even have time to reply before she’s rushing away.
‘I hope you’re hungry,’ you say.
Seven courses later Yoongi’s definitely not hungry anymore. He assures Mrs Lee that he loves her food, accepts the packed food she gives him because she’s clearly not going to budge unless he does and lets you walk him out to his car.
You’re watching him carefully store his food, smiling a little.
‘I’m sorry, she likes you a lot,’ you say, apologetically.
Yoongi smiles. ‘She’s an amazing chef.’
He looks at the way you’re standing close to him, face tilted up to his, and he asks, ‘Can I take you for a drive?’
You grin. ‘I’d love that.’
Yoongi drives you to one of his favourite places in the heart of the city, a square set back from a busy shopping district.
‘I used to come here a lot,’ he tells you.
You look around you, clearly trying to work out why he loves it.
‘When I was on visits home from university, my friend Seokjin and I would often drive around the city at night. There’s a 24-hour bagel bar about a hundred yards that way. We’d get blazed, then eat, and chat shit for hours.’
Yoongi smiles fondly at the memory.
‘It was nice to get away from being Min Yoongi, heir to Min Holdings.’
You’re looking at him, and you’re smiling too. ‘Where’s Seokjin now?’
‘He’s working in Europe. I don’t see him as often as I used to,’ Yoongi tells you.
Your hand’s on his arm, and he can’t work out how long it’s been there, it feels so natural.
Yoongi places his hand over yours and leans over to kiss you. You taste as sweet as he’s imagined you would.
‘Want to come to mine?’ he asks.
You’re smiling encouragingly at him. ‘I’d love to.’
***
Yoongi’s always appreciated the interior design of his apartment, it’s deceptively simple, aesthetically pleasing and above all, comfortable.
His feet sink into the plush carpet of his bedroom, where you’re waiting, sitting on the edge of his bed.
You’re looking at him in that way you do, and Yoongi wonders if you’ve been wanting him to kiss you all this time.
Your lips are soft, parting for him with the slightest flick of his tongue. He licks into your mouth, savouring the taste of you. You let out a soft whimper as his hand slides around the nape of your neck.
He kisses you until you’re both breathless and your hands are fisting the material of his soft t-shirt.
‘You want this off?’ Yoongi asks. His voice has dropped an octave, and he doesn’t miss the way you shiver at the sound of it.
‘You’ve seen my tits,’ you say, smiling at him, impertinent. ‘Can I see yours?’
Yoongi, obligingly, pulls his shirt off, and is rewarded by your hand sliding along his chest. He likes the way you touch him, whether it’s a flirty hand on his arm or shoulder massage.
You’re lifting your top off your head, and the view could make Yoongi cry. He looks to you for permission before he dips his head to lick a stripe between your tits.
‘Beautiful,’ Yoongi remembers to tell you as he kisses a nipple, already taut for him. The mewl you let out as he sucks at your nipple makes him almost fully erect.
You’re saying his name breathlessly, and Yoongi loves the sound of it. He plays with your other nipple, enjoying the way you’re arching back, holding him to you.
His hand stops along the curve of your waist.
‘More?’ he asks.
The look in your eyes almost makes him laugh. ‘If you stop now, Yoongi, so help me---’
Yoongi gives you what you’re asking for. You help him pull your jeans down, and he only has a split second to enjoy your pink lacy panties before you’re tugging them off.
Then he’s face to face with your beautiful cunt, glistening with arousal.
Yoongi loves giving head. He tongues along your slit, and your fingers immediately come up to tangle in his hair. ‘Fuck, Yoongi!’
Yoongi hums into your pussy, spreading you apart so he can kiss you deeper, letting his tongue go as deep as he can so he can taste all of you. He presses his thumb against your rim, and you cry out so loudly Yoongi’s grateful he owns the whole floor.
You cry out, ‘I’m cumming, oh, oh---’, but Yoongi already knows you are, can feel you pulsing against his lips, his tongue. He keeps going until your grip on his hair loosens, and your thighs fall open.
You’re already sitting up, pulling him to you. ‘Get up here,’ you say, voice husky from how loudly you were crying his name.
‘Yeah?’ Yoongi asks.
‘Yeah,’ you say. You’re smiling up at him, flushed and breathless, and Yoongi doesn’t think he’s seen anything more beautiful.
‘I hope you didn’t think we were done,’ you say, hand working the button of his jeans, slipping under them to curl around his cock.
‘We can do whatever you want,’ Yoongi says. He’s being honest, he’s always been one for the long game.
‘I want you to fuck me stupid,’ you tell him. ‘Can you do that, Yoongi?’
Yoongi smiles then, confident. ‘Yeah.’
***
Yoongi wakes up in stages, to the delicious feel of wet warmth on his cock. He’s hard, has been for a while by the feel of it, but the rest of him feels relaxed, comfortable.
‘Ah,’ you say, smiling up at him, lips glistening. ‘You’re awake.’
Yoongi can’t help but smile back at the sight of you.
‘Been busy?’ he asks.
‘Fuck you sound sexy,’ you say.
Yoongi lifts the covers off so he can see more of your glorious body.
Your breasts are just as pretty as they were last night, and he’s pretty damn sure he’ll never get sick of the sight of your glistening pussy.
You’re sucking his cock in earnest now, taking him all in, and Yoongi holds your hair back so he can see you properly.
‘Feels so good,’ he tells you. You flick your eyes up at him.
‘You taste so good,’ you say, lips smacking as you lift off his cock briefly.
Then you’re lifting your tits up, pushing them together and encouraging him to spit in between them.
‘Helps with the slide,’ you say, and Yoongi’s transfixed by your mischievous smile. He doesn’t think you realise quite how sexy you are.
Then you’re slipping his cock between your tits, kissing his head sloppily, and Yoongi stops thinking at all.
***
Yoongi’s never been one to cave under pressure. On top of that, he’s learned over the years to mask his emotions, to present a cool exterior no matter what’s thrown his way.
Today though, he’s stretched. His twin has just called him, holding back tears, saying she’s at the hospital bleeding. Jimin’s there with her but Yoongi’s frazzled. He can’t remember the last time he heard her cry. He’s making his way out of the office to the hospital when Leehom stops him at the door.
‘I’m sorry, I don’t want to add to your plate, but the Kang corporation have been steadily buying stock in the Lee company. They’re preparing for a takeover bid.’
Leehom walks with Yoongi to the car park. ‘I’d just like to make sure you ---’
‘Contact the shareholders directly, give them a better offer,’ Yoongi says. ‘Let Minjun know.’
‘He was very clear he wanted to maintain control,’ Leehom says.
‘And we’ll give him that. He has no reason not to trust us, especially if it’s between us and Kang Ji-Hwan,’ Yoongi says.
He stops outside his car. ‘We’ll do it without their approval if we have to,’ he says. ‘We can pick up the pieces after.’
Leehom nods. ‘I’ll get it done.’
Yoongi breaks every speed limit on the way to the hospital, but the relief on his twin’s face as he enters her room is worth it.
***
Yoongi’s spent an exhausting day at the hospital with his twin, who’s being kept in overnight for observation. He hasn’t eaten since the coffee he had for breakfast, and it’s nearly 10pm by the time he leaves. Jimin had been beside himself, and Yoongi had had to calm him down before he could leave.
Yoongi’s ignored all his texts, phone calls and emails apart from one from Leehom which simply read, ‘Done.’
He crawls into bed, and is thinking about calling you to check you’re ok when he falls asleep.
***
You walk into Yoongi’s office.
‘I’d like an explanation, Yoongi,’ you say. Your posture is defensive, you stop a few feet from him as if you can’t bring yourself to go any closer.
It’s a stark contrast from the woman who kissed him goodbye as she left a few days ago.
‘I’ve taken over your brother’s company,’ Yoongi says, though it seems you already know.
‘Why didn’t you talk to us about it?’ you ask.
‘Leehom -‘
You don’t let him finish.
‘You could have called me,’ you say.
Yoongi wants to tell you about his twin being in the hospital but he’s worried as fuck and he’s tired and he’s not up for an argument right now.
‘I’m sorry,’ he offers.
‘Fuck. Is that all you have to say?’ you scoff. You seem to be waiting for him, eyes pleading with him to show you that he’s not the asshole some people think he is.
Yoongi’s so tired of proving himself. He’d thought that by now, you’d know enough about him to know he’s not the kind of guy whose attention can only be gained by parading around in lingerie. That he’s got more integrity than to try to pull some shady business manoeuvre.
His gaze flickers over the inscription on his pen.
His mouth opens and instead of the ‘can we talk later’ he’d been meaning to say, what comes out is another tired ‘i’m sorry.’
You look like you’re about to say something else, but then you change your mind. You turn and walk out of his office.
***
Yoongi’s getting dressed when his twin sister walks into his room unceremoniously.
‘Are you meant to be walking around?’ Yoongi asks, mildly concerned.
‘The docs gave me the all-clear. Sorry about the scare,’ she says. ‘I promise I won’t call you like that again unless I’m dying.’
‘Oh, it’s ok,’ Yoongi says. ‘I’ve told Dasom to hold all my calls from you unless it’s the funeral home.’
They exchange a smile in the mirror.
‘So I was chatting to Leehom at dinner last night,’ she says. ‘My brother the white knight.’
Yoongi scoffs. ‘Now you pretend to know about business.’
She scoffs right back. ‘If Lee Y/N doesn’t appreciate what you did she doesn’t deserve you.’
Yoongi sighs. ‘When do we stop having to prove ourselves?’
She lays her hand on his shoulder.
‘We’re Mins,’ she reminds him gently. ‘Fuck them all.’
Yoongi turns to her. ‘She’s kind, and warm, and her family are so nice.’
‘Then she’ll come around,’ his twin says. ‘You’re Min motherfucking Yoongi, after all.’
She tugs his perfectly tied tie so it’s askew and hurries out before he can tell her off.
***
Yoongi walks into the meeting room with Leehom by his side. He’s meeting with the board for the Lee company, including Lee Minjun and you.
His eye is drawn to you as soon as he enters the room, and the look you give him is completely neutral. He’ll take it.
Leehom starts with some formalities, and once that’s done, it’s Yoongi’s time to speak.
He gets up.
‘Min Holdings acquired this company because we believe in your product, but more importantly, we believe in your people. Having worked closely with Lee Minjun and Lee Y/N over the last few months, I felt I was in a better position to safeguard your interests than the Kang corporation. I hope to continue to do so for a long time to come.’
Minjun’s speaking now, thanking him, but he barely hears him because all he can see is you.
You’re staring straight at him, and it almost looks like you’re smiling.
For the first time in days, Yoongi feels the tightness in his chest ease.
After the meeting, you’re up on your feet, heading towards him.
Yoongi lets you walk all the way up to him.
He’s not expecting the first words to come out of your mouth.
‘Your sister called me.’
Yoongi freezes.
‘If this business thing ever falls through and you need a reference, you should definitely ask her.’
‘I don’t normally need help from my twin in my romantic life,’ Yoongi says.
‘That’s right,’ you agree. ‘You’re a hell of a guy.’
You’re both quiet, looking out the window in the conference room.
‘So can I take you out sometime?’ you ask, finally.
Yoongi pretends to be thinking about it. ‘So I have a question about the red lingerie,’ he says.
You smile at him, and it makes him feel warm inside.
‘Yeah, Min Yoongi. I wore it because I wanted to get the attention of the sexiest man I’ve ever met.’
You’re tracing your finger along his arm again.
‘I mean, if I wanted business advice for my brother, I would have just asked you.’
Yoongi nods. He’s giving up the fight, throwing in the towel, letting the smile that’s been threatening to come out since he saw you finally show on his face.
‘So, dinner?’ you ask.
‘Yeah,’ Yoongi says. ‘Yeah.’
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What’s your favourite type of survey to take?
A collection of random questions that’ll make me answer beyond a yes or no, but also not make me reflect and give an entire thesis of an answer. Questions like the last time I stepped foot in a bookstore or what my elementary school friends are up to now are usually enough to catch my interest.
What was the last topic you read about?
The Columbia space shuttle disaster. I’ve only ever read about Challenger, so when I learned about Columbia from a Reddit post I ended up reading the Wiki page for it.
Have you ever made a diorama?
I don’t think I have, even for school.
Do you prefer Windows or Mac?
Mac.
What’s the best amusement park ride you’ve ever been on?
Ooh, I hate rides haha. As a kid I was always the party pooper screaming for the attendant to stop operating the rides because I was dizzy or nauseous or scared or whatever, until I just accepted that theme parks just aren’t for me. Well, except for the food stalls.
Where are you right now? Describe the room or place.
I’m in my bedroom which has been recently renovated, now housing my loft bed. The stairs to the bed double as shelves, where I meant to house my K-pop merch but ended up housing merely my BTS coffees (I bought way too many as a newer fan); the rest of the merch – albums, DVDs, photobooks, etc – are on the shelves on my TV stand. Underneath the bed is my work station and my makeshift mini couch which is really just a couple of foldable mattreses.
Have you ever participated in a fundraising campaign?
Nothing on-ground, but yeah. Mostly donation campaigns spearheaded by local ARMY chapters, or for fundraisers to rescue stray dogs.
Do you know how to knit?
Nah, never learned how to. I loved embroidery for a time, though.
What did you have for lunch today?
Just French fries. Wasn’t too hungry.
Name some of your favourite sitcoms.
Friends, The Big Bang Theory, Brooklyn Nine Nine.
Who is the 7th contact in your phone and how did you meet them?
Bea; she’s always been my immediate superior at work. We started out as a manager-associate tandem; but promotions have happened over the years and we now work as director-manager.
Would you know how to read a house blueprint?
I don’t think I’ve ever seen an actual one in real life. I probably wouldn’t.
What shirt do you wear the most?
Idk if there’s one; I try to wear my clothes an equal amount.
Do you keep notes on your phone? What sort of things do you write?
Minutes from work meetings, mostly. I also started a thing this year where every social media post from a BTS member requires me to save a particular amount of money hahaha, so I use my Notes app to track the daily posts then transfer them to a spreadsheet where it does the calculation for me.
Have you ever used Duolingo to learn another language?
I used it to learn Spanish during the peak of the pandemic. I got pretty far, but found the tenses too difficult and stopped from there.
What was the last video game you played?
Does In the Seom count? Let’s.
Do you remember much from high school?
Not really. Back in college I did a major oopsie and accidentally permanently deleted my entire camera roll, so I’ve virtually no photo/video record from 2014-2017 – the biggest factor in my not-remembering-much-from-high-school. Then there is also the fact that all 4 years were spent with my ex as my best friend, and my mind has done a fantastic job wiping out those memories as well, so.
What’s your favourite fruit to snack on?
Oof, don’t like fruits.
Has anyone ever come out to you?
Sure.
Have you ever been part of a bridal or groom’s party?
Just as a flower girl and as a ‘junior bridesmaid,’ which was a unique concept my mom’s best friend had at her own wedding.
Are there any rooms in your house that don’t have windows?
Nah, every single room has at least one.
What’s your go-to order from KFC?
Either a Zinger or their Twister. I never actually get fried chicken come to think of it, whether from KFC or other restaurants – eating them properly is too much work what with having to separate the bones and all haha.
What was the last album you listened to in full?
Flowers for Vases by Hayley Williams in what is probably the first time in two years that I finished the album all the way through. I’m three songs into mono. now and will be jumping into Indigo right after, too.
Would you prefer cupcakes or a big cake for your birthday?
Cupcakes. I don’t like cake and if I were to get one it’s largely to feed everyone else.
What emotion is strongest for you at the moment?
Poignant. I hate Sundays.
Do you have Disney+?
Yep.
Have you ever sent a package or letter to a foreign country?
I haven’t done that.
How many jobs do you have on your resume?
Just my current one so far.
Do you use pepper to season your food?
No.
When was the last time you had a headache?
Thursday. It was my own fault, using my laptop while in a car. I felt like vomiting within five minutes.
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Have you ever thought of a relationship as more of a job than love?
No, everything I did through the highs and lows were out of love. It never felt like a chore or obligation at any point.
Have you ever been caught right in the middle of a rain storm outside?
Yes, a few times. I also never carry an umbrella so this has most definitely happened to me more than it has with other people haha.
Have you got any cousins with interesting or embarrassing names?
My closest cousin’s second and third names are both movie references, which I find very cool. I can’t remember where he said his second name came from, but his third is from Schindler’s List.
What is one food you could eat for a month, straight, and not get sick of?
I’m confident about answering sushi for this. I’m constantly looking for it, lol.
When was the last time you watched a complete hour of the news?
When my dad is home we always watch the evening news all the way through, over dinner. That said the last time we did this was early January.
Have you ever spray painted something about your love somewhere?
No.
When was the last time you visited the park? Who did you go with?
We don’t have parks around here...
Are you one of those people who like to eat at restaurants a lot?
I do like dining in at restaurants especially if with company, but since everyone I know is constantly busy or has plans, I don’t get to do it as much as I’d want to. I just make up for it and make sure I get to regularly try new food (a personal goal) by getting food delivery.
Have you ever been out on the ocean in a rather small boat?
Yeah. I can’t remember which province it was, but we were headed to a city you can only get to by boat, hence the boat ride. I was fine, but can’t say the same for a number of people there who didn’t fare as well.
When was the last time you went swimming? Who did you go with, if anyone?
Last December. I was with my family on a weekend beach trip to Zambales.
Do you like going to the beach, or do you not really care to go?
I love the beach and used to enjoy solely the actual concept of beaches; but now that I’m older I feel like I now enjoy the culture of the general vicinity more so than the beach. Like I prefer going to places with a little bit of nightlife in it; I wouldn’t enjoy as much if I was at a remote resort with a private beach, with nothing happening.
What are your parents’ names? Are you named after either of them?
I’m not sharing those, but I can confirm that I’m not named after my parents.
What was the last thing you bought at a store? When did you buy this?
On the day of Seonho’s fanmeet I rushed to a hardware store to get batteries for the lightstick I meant to buy at the merch stand. Unfortunately when I got to the arena, they were all out of lightsticks hahaha; in the end I got to use the batteries for my BTS lightstick instead when I went to the cinema screening of Yet to Come Busan.
What is one odd thing about the opposite sex you find to be attractive?
I wouldn’t say it’s odd, just something not really embraced by a lot of guys – being confident, comfortable, and content in their masculinity. I admire dudes who can be loud and fangirly about K-pop, or be able not to bitch about a little bit of makeup put on them.
What noises in the room you’re in, do you hear at the moment?
Don’t judge me but I’m literally listening to RM, Paul Blanco, and Mahalia’s Closer AGAIN. I’m OBSESSED with this song, fuck. I take 5x as much time as it takes to go through one round of Indigo just because I repeat this song way too goddamn much.
Do you know a lot of things about the opposite sex’s body parts?
Not as much as I’d like, admittedly. I haven’t had any experience with guys and everything I know is just from science textbooks and educational YouTube videos here and there.
What color is the kitchen in the house you’re in, painted?
It’s white with some brown accents at the bottom.
Do you live in a town where basically everyone knows everyone else?
Nah, that kind of stuff only happens in the province.
When was the last time you or someone else in your family bought a vehicle?
My dad got our Vitara in like 2018, but he sold it in 2020 because we couldn’t keep paying for it during the pandemic.
Are your grandparents the kind who are very protective of you?
I don’t doubt they care about me, but protective isn’t a word I’d use to describe their grandparenting style. < Super true. I know they’d come to my defense and feed me and do grandparent-y stuff, but they don’t hover.
Have you ever, or do you live on a farm at this moment in time?
I’ve never lived on a farm.
Are you one of those people who can’t help but download everything they find?
Not at all. Owning a secondhand laptop riddled with viruses made me know better for when I started owning my own laptop; the only thing you’ll find in my files are screenshots, haha. My phone is *sort of* a different story though – I obsessively download photos, videos, TikToks of anything BTS. My camera roll is at 32k at present.
How many things in the past have you bought off Ebay? What things?
I’ve never used eBay, so zero.
Are you or the people you live with pack rats? Or are they tidy?
We keep a tidy home.
What are three things to you that are really worth the wait in life?
Weathering through your darker periods in life to attain happiness in the end; ignoring leaked movies/albums and waiting for their actual release date; and on a more personal level, having to spend the next two years waiting for BTS to come out of their hiatus. 2025 is gonna be a (tearful) RIOT (and reunion).
Is there any sound everyone else finds weird, yet you find nice?
ASMR chewing sounds. Nearly everyone I know hates the eating ASMRs whereas it’s really the only kind I find worth watching til the end ha.
Were you always one of those kids who got in trouble with everyone around?
Not at all; it was the opposite. I was really shy as a kid and barely made a move. I liked to be invisible.
When was the last time you took a nap? Did it relax you any?
Yeah, I took a siesta this afternoon. I slept at 4 AM the night before so it was very relaxing, but waking up was shit because I woke up with my entire back sweating.
Honestly, do you see yourself as a slut?
Nope.
Is there a secret you’ve never told your parents?
A number of them. I dunno if I envy those who share everything with their parents; I can never imagine being such an open book to my own.
What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever been through?
The stupid breakup that nearly killed me.
Have you ever had your heartbroken?
Yes.
Do you think Enrique Iglesias is sexy?
I’m not actually familiar with how he looks like.
Can you text quickly?
Yeah. A fast-paced job helps you with that.
Do you like fast food or does it disgust you?
Depends on the restaurant. I’ve never seen a clean KFC or Chowking branch, but I’ll happily order at a McDonald’s.
Which singer’s vocals would you love to steal?
Cho Youjeen.
What’s your favourite shop?
I don’t have one. I don’t shop much.
Have you got a hairdresser that you can trust?
Yep.
Are you a deep or light sleeper?
I’m sort of a weird case because I can be on both ends of the spectrum. I can sleep through a relatively intense earthquake or noisy conversations, but like if I have to wake up early I can also automatically wake up like 10 minutes before my alarm rings, without fail.
Do you wear a lot of make up?
Nope. If I do it’s very light and I keep it to the basics. Just foundation, concealer on my acne scars, and the lightest hint of blush and eyeshadow that no one is probably ever able to make out.
Do you get nervous before exams?
Yeah, it was a constant feeling I went through for every exam, whether if I knew I was prepared for the test or was just planning to wing it.
Does the weather influence your mood?
I can be impatient and not the happiest camper if it’s very sunny and hot out.
Who was the last person you kissed?
My last partner.
What’s your favourite alcoholic drink?
Peach soju. For cocktails, Long Island Iced Tea.
Do you watch Big Brother?
No, I never understood the hype.
Do you like the smell of BBQs?
Sure.
Do you crash on people’s sofas often?
Never done it.
Have you left school or not?
I did, three years ago.
Can you keep a secret?
Sure.
Have you ever been trapped in a fire?
Fortunately not.
Do wasps scare you?
Yep. Anything that flies because you never know whether they’ll fly the fuck away or zoom straight to your face.
Have you ever had to spend the night at a hospital?
Yes once, when I had a really low platelet count. I was admitted the same time as my sister, for which I really felt for my mom as she was understandably deathly worried at the time and ended up losing weight over those two days.
Are you currently trying to get over someone?
Nope.
Have you ever dated someone with longer hair than yours?
Yes.
Have you ever bought clothing online?
A few times, yes.
Have you ever worn flip flops in the snow?
I have never experienced snow.
Do you wear Roxy, Billabong, or Volcom?
Nope.
How old were you when you met your first love?
I knew them since I was 4 but we didn’t become friends until we were 13. Started dating at 16.
Are you big on partying?
I’m not big on the culture, i.e. I have to be at a bar/club every Friday, but I’m definitely always down if my friends plan something or if I get an invite.
In December, were you single or taken?
Single.
What is the last thing a boy gave you?
Will a dude handing me a parking ticket count? LOL
Are you listening to music right now?
Nah, I’ve just finished Indigo and plan on finishing the rest of this survey in silence.
Last time you saw fireworks? With who?
Right after our New Year’s Eve mass when our church had a quick fireworks show. I was with my family.
Anything hurting?
Shoulders. I think I’ve been having shit postures in bed recently as I’m always waking up in utterrrrrrrr pain.
Were you happy when you woke up today?
Not really. More dazed and disoriented as I had stayed up til 4 AM reading fanfic haha.
What mood are you in right now?
There’s a bit of paranoia and anxiety creeping in as it’s a Sunday evening and I have to work again tomorrow...but I’m trying to push it aside and remind myself that I can choose to enjoy what’s left of my free time instead.
Are you mad at anyone right now?
Nah, no reason to be.
What are you currently hearing right now?
The quiet hum from my (now bladeless!!!) electric fan.
Are you confused?
No.
How much clothes do you have in your closet?
Enough, but like 70% of them I don’t even wear anymore so technically I don’t have a big enough selection. I try to get new clothes at least once a month so that I get to build on what’s my current style these days.
Are you good at hiding your emotions?
My face reveals everything, so no. It can be both a good and bad thing.
Who is the last person you talked to on the phone?
Hans. We were gonna meet up for dinner at our favorite Korean place and he just called to ask me where I was and what my ETA was.
Do you regret anything from your past?
Things here and there, yep.
Last argument?
I can’t remember. I don’t like getting into arguments.
Favorite month(s)?
April.
Have you ever regretted letting someone go?
For a time after it happened, yeah. With the clarity that comes from years’ distance from the emotional fallout, definitely not. < Same.
Have you ever broken someone’s heart?
Probably.
Did you speak to your father today?
Nope.
How many months until your birthday?
Two.
Who was the last person to compliment you?
I’m not sure. Maybe Celeste after I presented a pitch? She said something along the lines of “crushed it!” a few days ago.
Do you often use the term “slut”?
No.
Do you regret anything you’ve done in the past 24 hours?
I don’t think so, no.
Would you ever have a threesome with your friend and their bf/gf?
Not interested.
Who would you really like to become better friends with?
Lea. We got to spend time together last Wednesday when we watched Yet to Come, and she’s a really great person to be around! We talked for like 5 hours straight and even then it wasn’t enough. I’m glad we were able to reconnect.
Could you go the rest of your life without smoking a cigarette?
Easily.
Do you personally know anybody who has more than five tattoos?
Yes.
Name something you dislike about the day you’re having?
IT’S SUNDAY.
Do you believe there’s always room in your heart for your first love?
If that room is resentment, then yes.
Have you ever worn the opposite sex’s underwear?
Nope.
Have you ever kissed in a pool?
I think?
Have you ever lied to protect someone’s feelings?
Sure.
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