#i haven’t bought any clothes except for sweatpants and hoodie for over a year now i think

[szczylpierdolony]

purchased a pair of shoes.

[yoon-kooks]

Little Things

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: FriendsToLovers!AU, FWB, Fluff

Summary: You never thought a casual one-night stand would lead to six months of friends-with-benefits shenanigans, nor did you believe that something as simple as borrowing his hoodie would make you question your feelings for him.

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: this is day one of my yoongi fluff week 2.0!! tomorrow ill be posting a short dogwalker!au ft. min holly ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ check out the official myg fluff week post for the full schedule~!

When the rustling of sheets finally settles after a long night, it’s all routine. First you cuddle your bare body up to his and listen for your heartbeats to slow. Then you stare longingly, waiting for a kiss. And when you finally get the kiss, you never want it to end—the feeling of his tender lips against yours. But then it does, and the two of you have a moment of silence to cherish each other’s company.

“I should get going now,” you break the silence, running a delicate index finger along his chest.

Yoongi waits until your finger has made its way up to the tip of his chin before nodding. Your lips can’t hold back a tiny smile and giggle. It’s always so funny how the two of you don’t have much to say once the physical intimacy ends, and yet, there’s this unspoken feeling that lingers between you and him.

And after giving the boy one final smooch on the cheek, you sit up in the bed and stretch. The boy, too, knows that’s his cue to get cleaned up and dressed. You enjoy the view as he rolls out of the blankets first to slip on a fresh pair of boxers.

“Hey Yoongi, can you toss me my underwear please?” you ask innocently, still waiting beneath the warmth of the blankets. His eyes glance over at the bottom corner of his bed, the designated spot where all your clothes got tossed aside amidst the sex. But in the aftermath, your clothing seems to have disappeared.

“Help me look for them, Lazy.” Yoongi sneaks another peek at your exposed chest before handing you a heavy black mass. It isn’t until you unfold the black mass that you realize it’s one of his many hoodies. One of the hoodies you’d always wanted to try on when he wasn’t looking because it looked so soft and comfy.

You slip the hoodie over your naked body, thankful that it covers just below your ass cheeks. Although you really want to check yourself out in the mirror, you instead help the boy gather your clothes that had somehow scattered across the bedroom. A sweater is found on the floor, jeans thrown over the chair, a cute bralette hanging over the computer screen, and lace panties in the hand of your friend with benefits.

Snatching your last garment out of Yoongi’s hand, you smirk. “I’d put these back on, but they’re probably all dirty now. So I won’t~” Instead of putting any of your own clothes back on, you shove them into your bag and opt to make use of Yoongi’s hoodie. The boy picks up on your naughty intentions and pulls the hood over your head, perhaps to trap in the warmth.

“Are you going to be warm enough like that on the way home?” Yoongi starts digging through his dresser for some sweatpants you can borrow along with the hoodie. “It’s cold out tonight, you know.”

“It takes like five minutes for me to drive home, so I think I’ll be fine, Yoongi. But I appreciate the thought,” you giggle at his sweet gesture. The two of you might only be acquaintances who use each other for sex, but he’s definitely the most thoughtful boy you’ve come across. You can recall so many instances in which you were on the receiving end of his soft side, like the time he helped you cover up a bad hickey with makeup, or how he disses the annoying coworkers you always rant to him about. And part of you envies the lucky person who’ll someday be blessed with all his love and affection.

“Fine, but just remember to return my hoodie when you have time,” he puts on a pouty lip as he walks you to the door.

“Nah, I think I’ll keep it forever. Thanks,” you stick your tongue out and wave goodbye with sweaterpaws.

-

When you awake the next morning, you’re nice and toasty thanks to Yoongi’s hoodie. It’s so comfy, you had fallen asleep in it as soon you laid down on your bed. And for a solid ten minutes, you roll around your bed contemplating whether or not to “accidentally” steal Yoongi’s hoodie and claim it as your own.

After coming to the conclusion that theft is never the answer, you change into a clean set of your own clothes and toss Yoongi’s hoodie into the washer along with your dirty laundry. You suppose you should be a good person and return the hoodie all clean and neatly folded. But until the laundry is done, an idea pops into mind. You pull out your phone and text the boy.

[9:27AM] Y/N “are you free for dinner tonight?”

[9:29AM] Yoongles “why yes i am”

[9:30AM] Yoongles “was there somewhere in particular you wanted to get food from?”

[9:30AM] Y/N “just come to my place 💃”

[9:33AM] Yoongles “oh 😳”

[9:33AM] Yoongles “omw 🏃‍♂️”

[9:35AM] Y/N “NO NOT NOW you horny fucker”

[9:36AM] Y/N “LATER.”

[9:37AM] Yoongles “later 🤤”

You can only shake your head with a smile as you toss your phone aside. Smiling like an idiot seems to be becoming a bad habit the more you interact with Yoongi.

“Hey Y/N, I’m expecting a package today with some, uh, adult toys, so answer the door if someone knocks. I’m gonna be out with Jimin. Thanks in advance~” Your nosy roommate, Taehyung, pops his head into your room and chuckles when he sees your face. “Oh shit, you’re smiling like an idiot again… Let me guess—Yoongi finally asked you to marry him?”

“Yoongi and I aren’t like that,” you throw a heart-shaped pillow at the boy.

“Funny, you said the same thing after you had that fateful ‘one-night stand’ with him. Half a year later and you’re still sleeping with him,” Taehyung shrugs as if your love life is any of his business. “So, naturally, the next step after friends with benefits would be for y’all to date, yeah?”

For a moment, you really do consider the possibility of being that lucky person who could call Yoongi their boyfriend. But at the same time, you’d worry that your relationship with him wouldn’t last outside of the physical intimacy. “I really don’t think so, Tae.”

Taehyung frowns, chucking the pillow back at you. “Whatever you say, Y/N. But I’m just saying when you got home last night, you looked awfully happy and cozy. Enamored, even.”

“That’s because he let me borrow his hoodie…”

“Yeah, but whenever you borrow my clothes, it feels a lot more malicious and petty than heartfelt, you know.” With an overexaggerated hmph, your roommate backs out of your doorway.

“It’s just… different.” Because your world is somehow different when Min Yoongi’s involved.

-

As soon as the clean laundry comes out of the dryer, you’re so tempted to wear the toasty hoodie one last time. You slip your arm in the sleeve “just to test how warm it is fresh out of the dryer”, and the coziness only reminds you more of the boy who let you borrow it in the first place. He’s sweet, he’s gentle (except in bed!), but he’s not yours.

You slowly retract your arm from the sleeve with a disheartening feeling, but pause halfway out of the temptation that never seems to fade. You really shouldn’t be playing around with something that doesn’t belong to you, and yet, it’s something you can’t let go of.

So maybe, just until Yoongi shows up, you’ll secretly wear his hoodie to keep warm as you run to the grocery store and start preparing dinner in the kitchen…

Knock. Of course someone has to knock on your door right when you’re about to start prepping dinner. You seriously contemplate whether or not you should ignore the inconsiderate person who had the audacity to interrupt your mission in the kitchen. But it might be Taehyung’s dildo, so you suppose you should answer the door.

“Oh,” is all you can say when you open the door and see Yoongi eyeing you up and down in his clothes. You’re caught red-handed.

“Cute hoodie you got there.” He gives you a nod of approval as if he wasn't the one who bought it in the first place. But maybe this means he doesn’t mind you wearing his stuff. Maybe he likes the way it looks on you.

“Thanks, it does look pretty cute on me, doesn’t it?” you play along before switching back to reality. “What are you doing here so early? I told you to come by for dinner, not lunch. The only reason why I bothered to answer the door was because I thought it was Tae’s dildo. I haven’t even started preparing the food yet and-”

“Wait, two questions: 1) Dildo? And 2) you’re making dinner?” Yoongi tilts his head with wide eyes. “If I had known, I would’ve brought over drinks or dessert… maybe a fruit tart or someth-”

“No… We’re making dinner. Together,” you stop him from rambling on. “And yes, dildo.”

After dragging the boy into the kitchen, you throw a spare apron at him. He leans against the counter looking awfully boyfriend-like, waiting for the head chief to give him directions.

“You can chop the vegetables and I’ll handle the noodles and broth, okay?” You walk him around your kitchen, briefly going over where cooking utensils and ingredients can be found. He nods with a chuckle over how serious you are about cooking dinner together.

“Yoongi, come here,” you say an hour later, once the vegetable soup is just about ready to come off the stove. With a tiny spoon, you scoop up some broth and feed it to the boy. “How is it?”

“Hmm…..” He smacks his lips and takes his sweet time in giving you proper feedback. “Can I have another taste?”

You dip the spoon into the pot and hold it out for Yoongi taste once more. Except this time, you pull the spoon away just before he can taste anything and stick it into your own mouth in triumph. Your smirking lips keep the spoon in place, taunting him.

He steps a little closer, backing you against the counter, until he has a grip on the spoon. Tugging gently enough for you to fight back, he laughs at you “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

You shrug, still keeping a tight hold on the spoon between your lips. It’s only when his face draws near yours that you weaken your grip and allow the spoon to slip out. Because there’s something else you’d rather have between your lips than a fucking spoon.

With a spontaneous kiss on the lips, you give Yoongi an innocent smile before forcing him to get the bowls and another spoon. And once the soup is all dished out, you lead him to the couch with bowls in hand.

“Ooh, it’s good, right?” you ask while slurping up a long noodle.

“It’s only good because someone did a phenomenal job chopping up those veggies.” He leans over to wipe off the tiny bit of broth that had splattered onto your cheek. “What made you want to cook soup all of a sudden?”

“Because it’s nice to have something warm when it’s cold out?” you chug down a good amount of your broth. “And because I wanted to share something with you, as thanks for letting me borrow your hoodie last night.”

“And you’re still wearing it, by the way.”

“Well do you want me to take it off now? During dinner?” You set your soup bowl down on the coffee table and teasingly tug at the bottom hem of the hoodie.

“Maybe a little later?” He flips the hood over your head again. “You’re free for the rest of the night?”

Nodding, you pull a blanket over yourself and snuggle up to the boy as he finishes up his soup. That unspoken feeling lingers again.

“Y/N,” he says once his empty bowl is set down on the table next to yours.

“Yeah?” You throw part of your blanket over his lap as he settles back onto the couch with you.

“Cooking was fun.” He runs his fingers along your back in a soothing motion. “It’s a good thing I came early, right?”

“Let’s do it again soon. I want to try making tacos next time,” you yawn.

“Okay,” is the last thing you hear him say before drifting off to sleep. Cooking with a friend was a lot more exhausting than you had anticipated. But like the boy said, it was fun. And it’s the little things like that that you appreciate so much about your relationship with Yoongi.

-

“Y/N.” In the midst of your slumber, you feel something soft poke your cheek but you decide to ignore it.

“Y/N, wake up.” You feel something shake your shoulder but you decide to ignore it.

“Y/N, c’mon on.” You feel something warm against your lips that you can’t ignore. So you kiss back.

“Mm… What time is it?” You stretch your body out, still in the arms of someone warm.

“It’s seven in the morning, and I have to be at the studio in half an hour,” Yoongi’s soothing voice almost puts you back to sleep until you realize you’d slept right through the night with the boy on your couch.

“No you don’t,” you giggle, rolling yourself on top of the boy to give him a couple of love bites. And after a rather affectionate hug, you finally let him go. “Just kidding.”

“Haha, very funny, Dork.” He flips the hood over your head once more before heading to the door. “Thanks for the soup. I enjoyed last night.” A night without the obligations of friends with benefits.

“Me too.” As he opens the door, you remember something, “Wait, Yoongi. Your hoodie.” You start struggling to get the oversized black mass over your head until he stops you.

“You can keep it,” he laughs at you.

“…You’re really letting me keep it?” Your eyes brighten. “But that’s such a boyfriend-thing to do, you know.”

“I know. Do you want it or not, Dork?”

“I want it!” you hiss at him. “But does that mean you don’t mind if we’re something more than just, uh, friends who fuck a lot?”

“You mean like dating?”

“That or, umm… Yeah that.” You shrink yourself in the hoodie. “Like, we can make tacos together and stuff.”

“We could do that,” Yoongi nods. “It’s actually been on my mind for a while now.”

“Mine too.” You throw your arms around the boy’s neck and send him off with a dozen kisses on the cheek.

[reine-des-etoile]

Prompts: "but you promised…" and "you’re really drunk right now. I don’t think you’re gonna remember any of this. ‘i’m not drunk, you’re just blurry’"

Tonight was Maeve's 25th birthday party. Since Maeve is, well…Maeve, everyone who's invited to her party is currently at a rooftop bar uptown getting shit drunk while strippers are dancing on the pole.

You would think twins would celebrate together, but that's not the case for this pair of twins.

Maven, Maeve's twin brother was already too drunk to remember anything. That's my best friend over there, jumping into the pool with a margarita in hand. I feel like I should go get him about now.

"Maven! Get out of the pool!" I shouted at him.

Maven proceeded to swim away while shouting back, "No wayyy. Get in loser!" I sighed. Here we go again.

After 20 minutes of chasing him around the pool trying not to get wet, I manage to get him out of there. It was such a hassle seeing as I had to run in 5-inch heels.

I hand him a towel as I drag him out. "Wipe yourself off, you'll get sick in this weather if you stay wet."

I can barely understand him with his drunken slur when he mumbles, "Mmm... but I'm cold. Hug me. Let's cuddle."

"Yeah Maven, okay okay but let's go inside first, deal?” I've known Maven for 20 years, this is nothing new.

"Promise?"

"Yes, come on let's go home."

Maven held out his pinky. I interlocked mine with his and pressed our thumbs together to seal it off.

I say my goodbyes as I make my way out of the bar while Maven slumps on my shoulder while mumbling incoherent nonsense.

I try to say goodbye to Maeve but she's too busy grinding on the strippers. The one she's with tonight is smoking hot, I have to admit.

I get to my Lexus, put Maven in the passenger's seat, and secure his seatbelt around him. His head was already lolling to the side. God, how much did he drink?

I chose not to drink too much today since it was my turn to be sober. It was seriously so hard. I mean, the martinis were practically calling me.

I get into the driver's seat and start the engine. "Mavy, hey wake up for a bit. Can you drink some water for me?"

He's not being bratty today. He drinks half of the bottle.

"Okay good, come on you can sleep for a bit, okay?" He mumbles in agreement.

I reach over the back to get my jacket and a pillow. I place the jacket over Maven and put the pillow around his neck.

This happens often. Either he gets shit drunk and I bring him home or vice versa. Most of the time it's the former because I have a higher alcohol tolerance than he does. But when I do decide to drink 20 shots of tequila in under 30 minutes, he makes sure to bring me home as well. It's what we've been doing for years now.

I really like driving at this time because it's so peaceful. There's no traffic nor noise and everything is just so serene.

After a twenty minute drive to Maven's place, which is two blocks away from mine, I go park in the basement of his apartment complex.

I pat Maven lightly on the shoulder. "Maven, wake up we're here"

Maven doesn’t even open his eyes as he says,"Mmm already? I'm sleepy. Carry me up."

"You know I can't carry you. Come on let's go, just lean on me"

"Mmkay fine."

I make sure to hear the familiar beep beep of my car locking before making my way to the elevator. Maven lives in the penthouse just like I do.

We get to his floor and I open the door with my key card and bring him to his bedroom.

His bedroom is pristine as always. The sheets are fixed and the floor is free of dirt. I lay him down on his bed and change his shirt to a comfortable hoodie. It's the lilac one I bought for him, my favorite.

People would think me changing him is too much, but I've been with him since we were five years old, so it's nothing I haven't seen before.

But for some reason, nowadays it feels different from how it did in the past. It's been different for a while now, but I've chosen to ignore it.

He looks so cute sleeping like that so I stroke his hair to soothe him, it's soft as always.

I tuck him in and dim the lights.

"Goodnight, Mavy."

I'm about to leave when I feel him tugging on my arm.

"Maven, what is it?" I whispered.

He says ever so softly I can barely hear him, "But you promised..."

The events of the night played back in my head.

I can barely understand him with his drunken slur when he mumbles, "Mmm... but I'm cold. Hug me. Let's cuddle."

"Yeah Maven, okay okay but let's go inside first, deal?” I've known Maven for 20 years, this is nothing new.

"Promise?"

"Yes, come on let's go home."

"Oh...yeah of course. Hold on, let me change first. I don't wanna lie down in this dress."

I make my way to his closet and pick up a pair of grey sweatpants and another hoodie, a blue one this time. I change quickly and head back to the bed. I do this often and he doesn't really mind if I wear his clothes. He never did.

"Scooch over.” I slipped in beside him as he moved a bit to the side of the bed.

Suddenly I felt his arms wrap around my waist. My heart starts beating faster every second. His arm around my waist is burning hot but somehow it’s comforting.

It's just Mavy. This is nothing. You've always been doing this.

I lean into his touch as he lays his head on me. He snuggles in even more and I don't think it's possible to get any closer than that.

"Mmm I love you, Val"

"Yeah I love you too Mavy."

"Noooo I mean I love love you. You can't leave. You make me so happy and sometimes I look at you and I just want to kiss you, but I can't because it's not like that between us. It makes me so sad." He pouts and I just want to squish his cheeks because he's so adorable but my heart stopped at the exact same time. I could barely process anything.

"You’re really drunk right now. I don’t think you’re gonna remember any of this." My voice almost cracked.

Maven looked up at me with his big eyes. They shined, even in the dim light. "I’m not drunk, you’re just blurry, hmph."

I laughed a little at that. "Come on Mavy, go to sleep now, okay? Let's talk again tomorrow."

He squinted his eyes at me and said, "Okayyy. Goodnight Val. I still love you.” He snuggled in close again and after a few minutes I realized he was already sleeping.

My heart was still pounding rapidly against my chest when I figured I was just going to sleep beside him since I didn’t want to disturb him by moving away. He's sleeping so soundly, I just couldn’t bare waking him.

I try to sleep, I really do, but I can't get those words out of my mind.

"No, I love love you. You can't leave."

What was that even supposed to mean? I don't know what to think anymore.

I wake up the next day and the bed is empty except for me. Maven woke up before I did, I guess.

The smell of bacon and pancakes hit me and I instantly shoot up. Maven's cooking always tastes the best. I make my way to the kitchen to see what he's up to.

"Good morning sleepy head!” Maven calls out to me.

I grab a banana from the fruit tray.”No hangover?”

He smirks."Killer hangover, but Advil and hangover soup always helps."

"You cooked hangover soup this early in the morning?"I said while chewing my banana.

"Of course not. Some of my mom's helpers came over this morning and dropped some off. She said to give you some as well.” Of course she would, knowing her daughter had a party tonight. Everyone knows how those parties end up...

I smiled thinking about Maven's mother. I loved her like she was my own mother as well. "Oh well then give her my thanks."

Maven smiled back at me. “I called her already to say thank you and she said she misses you.”

“Oh really? Let’s have lunch with her some time then.”

“Sure. I’ll ask her when she’s free.”Maven said while he gestured to his phone.

Maven dropped a plate with pancakes and bacon in front of me and with the biggest smile and said, "Eat up, I cooked breakfast." His eyes literally disappeared from smiling so wide. Too cute.

I smiled back a soft smile. "Thanks Mavy."

After a while, he got his own plate of food and sat down across me.

"So you stayed the night?"

I stopped eating and placed down my fork. Just as I suspected.

"You don't remember what happened last night?"

"Not really. Everything was pretty hazy. I just remember jumping in the pool and next thing I knew I was in your car and then after that I wake up and the sun was already up and you were sleeping beside me."

"Don't worry that's pretty much what happened. You were shit drunk and you even jumped into the pool, so I brought you home and stayed over to make sure you were okay. You drank too much over your limit this time."

Maven just nodded while eating more of his pancakes.

"Ah well... Thank you for doing this for me all the time."

If I hadn't known any better, I would've thought he was blushing quite a bit.

"It's no problem, Mavy. It's what we do." I smiled the brightest smile I could and he did the same.

“Just… be careful okay? What would you have done if I wasn’t there?”

“That’s why you’re always there.”

“But what if I’m not.”

He flashed a cheeky smile at me.“Then I’d drag you with me to the party, or I just wouldn’t go.”

I made a show of rolling my eyes. “Unbelievable.” I looked at him again. “Just promise me, okay?”

“Okay, I promise”

He interlocked his pinky with mine as our thumbs touched to complete the promise.

At the back of my mind all I could think of were the words from last night.

“No, I love love you.”

And he didn't remember any of it.

[kpopreactions-vixx]

Old friend. Part 1.

A/N: this was something I thought of at midnight, it’s probably very low quality and may seem rushed, however I treasure it because it’s my first “mini series”, if you can even call it that. I hope everyone enjoys it. 

Warnings: None

Pairing: Jimin x reader

Word count: 1.3K

You’d expected your first night back in Korea to run smoothly, considering you’d made sure that all plans were final and everything was sorted for when you arrived. However, as you made your way to the house you bought, the previous owner told you that you would have to wait a few more days for remodelling to be over. You had virtually no place to go, except the brightly lit hotel across the street. You were hoping they would give you a room for just the £15 that you had in your pocket as you didn’t know where the closest cash machine was. 

You were hauling two suitcases and a backpack, and the hotel was fancier than you had anticipated. You knew you were out of place just by the way you were dressed. You were still in your comfortable aeroplane clothes, a pair of black sweatpants and an oversized orange hoodie with your last name printed on the back. You’d been given the hoodie by a close friend back in the UK. Your feet were covered by a pair of old, dirty Nike trainers that you often used for your jogs in the mud or hikes. 

“hello Miss, how may I help you?” The lady at the front desk wore a luxurious red button up jacket and an incredibly bright smile that made you suddenly aware of the amount of hours it had been since you brushed your teeth. 

“What’s your cheapest room?” You asked, your voice barely audible due to the amount of time you had spent in silence throughout the day. 

“Our cheapest room is a one bed room, with a bathroom for £55 a night,” She smiled at you, a small sigh left your lips as you chewed on your bottom lip. 

“Do you have a cash machine in the building at all?” you asked, she nodded and pointed over the far left of the lobby, you smiled and bowed to her gratefully. Your work was short and as quick as you possibly could make it. One night may not be enough, seeing as you’re already here, you should buy for four nights and then you can fix your house throughout the day. Your bedroom wouldn’t be good to sleep in for a few days anyway. 

You quickly made your way back to the front desk with the money in your hand, The receptionist smiled at you,

“A young gentleman just paid for your room, you can head on up, its room 384, 4th floor up,” She grinned, giving you a huge smile. You stared at her as she gave you the key, shrugging her shoulders. As you left for the elevator you gave her a small smile. You hadn’t told anyone of your friends that you were coming back to Korea so there was no way that any of them knew you were back. Your brother was the only one that knew but he was back in Busan, your hometown, not in Seoul. Nobody you had recognised was even in the hotel lobby. You decided not to dwell on it as you stepped out of the elevator, making your way to your room. 

The door was locked, which relieved your soul, it meant nobody was in your room. When you opened the door, you were surprised by the beauty of the room before you. 

You placed your bag down and stared at the bathtub that was full of flowers and romantic candles. who did this for you? You made your way to the bed and looked at the bottle of red wine inside the bucket, along with the two wine glasses. A small note was next to them on the tray. 

‘You’re probably a little bit confused right now. Don’t worry, I’m not some strange person that randomly decided to buy you an expensive room. I’m an old friend of yours and your family, your brother told you’d be coming home. I was with you on your last day in Korea 5 years ago, I’ve missed you, even though we kept in touch. When your brother told me you were coming back for good, I almost cried. I hope you enjoy this bedroom that I booked for you, you have it to yourself for a week. 

I love you,

-An old friend

PS. I’ll be around in the morning to greet you’

You instantly knew who the mystery man was.

Park Jimin.

Your family was close with his family, both of you had been born in the same year so naturally, you became the best of friends. Everyone in your families had expected you to become lovers, get married, have children, even you thought it would happen. Until you were sent an email to attend an acting school in the UK, a once in a lifetime opportunity that you couldn’t refuse, so you left. Shortly after you left Jimin debuted in BTS, both of you forgetting the idea of even being together. 

Your thoughts were cut short by a knock on the door, followed by a loud and cheerful,

“room service.” 

You quickly placed the paper back down and opened the door, welcoming the young man in with his cart of food. He placed the cart in the centre of your room and then left with a smile and a ‘have a nice meal’. You lifted the lid to find a lovely array of food.

To say you were starving was an understatement, you placed the lids back over the food and quickly made your way over to the bath. Your fingers dipped into water to find it still hot, you sighed in content as you took the candles our and placed them around the sides of the tub. You quickly made your way over to your suitcase and took out clean underwear, a plain white tank top and a pair of stripy blue and white shorts. You pulled the hoodie off of your body and kicked your shoes off, peeling your socks off straight after. 

Soon enough you were laying naked in a vanilla and cocoa butter scented bath, a large glass of wine in your hand. Your stress from earlier in the night was completely gone as you thought of meeting Jimin in the morning. You took a large gulp of wine as you let your body relax into the water. Your phone buzzed on the floor next to the bath and you leaned over to pick it up, seeing a text from an unknown number. 

Unknown: Hey, I hope your enjoying the room and meal I bought you, I hope it                      was the food you liked, sorry if it wasn’t <3

You: It’s lovely Jimin, I haven’t eaten it yet, I’m relaxing in the bath, thank you so          much, I cant wait to see you in the morning. 

Jimin: I’m glad you like the bath, eat it soon, you must be starving, rest well, I                 have a surprise for you in the morning. 

You: Stop with the surprises Jimin! just you would have been enough! 

He stopped replying after that and you frowned slightly, wanting to talk to him more. You followed his request and got out of the bath, drying and dressing yourself before you sat down to eat. As you were eating you couldn’t help but think of how much you really cared about Jimin, after all, he must care a lot too, he put in so much effort to please you. 

Your meal was quick and unfinished due to the fact that you could barely keep your eyes open whilst you chewed on your greens. You blew out all the candles and turned all the lights off, making your way into the extremely comfortable bed. You pulled your phone out and texted the last number on your messages,

You: Goodnight Jimin, see you tomorrow x

Jimin: Good night Y/N, sleep well.