Yoongi's ABC's of love
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K is for kimchi
The first time they made kimchi together, it was a complete disaster. They had forgotten to wash the cabbage after salting it, so no matter what they added to it, it just tasted like salt.
Their second attempt was a little better. Except that Yoongi got too carried away with the chilli paste and flakes and made the kimchi so spicy that they could only eat a tiny amount at a time. (They had taken great joy in making the rest of BTS try it. Namjoon had turned bright red at the spiciness.)
The third time was the charm. They carefully followed Yoongi’s mother’s instructions and the kimchi had turned out perfect. They happily shared the kimchi with the very wary members of BTS. Even Jin praised them for their efforts. They exchanged proud grins as they all ate together in the BTS dorm. She gave him a discreet thumbs up as they all ate happily.
L is for language
Because she grew up abroad, she was fluent in English and Korean. Sometimes, particularly when she was excited or angry, she would slip into English. Yoongi always felt a little guilty. Knowing that it was difficult for her to always speak in Korean, when she had grown accustomed to speaking in English. He often envied how easily she and Namjoon slipped into English.
One night when she was alone in their apartment. She was curled up in a blanket reading a book. Her phone rang and she was pleased to see Yoongi’s photo on her screen, she happily answered the call. “Babe?” he said, hating how nervous he sounded. “Yeah? What’s up?” she asked, immediately picking up on his tone. “Can you come down to the studio for a while?” he asked. She nodded even though he couldn’t see her. “Of course. I’ll be there soon.” She hung up and headed over to the studio.
The security guard waved at her as she entered the building. She headed straight to the studio, seeing Yoongi’s bright hair through the window. He smiled at her as she let herself in. He stood up and hugged her tightly. “I have a surprise for you.” He sat her down on his chair and stood behind her. He leaned over her and pressed a button on his keyboard. A soft piano melody started and he wrapped her arms around her from behind.
Her jaw dropped when Yoongi’s smooth rap started, but what surprised her most was that it was fully in English. She listened, tears forming in her eyes at the lyrics to the song. She knew how much he struggled with English and to hear this self-composed song just for her made her heart swell. When it finished she couldn’t remove the smile from her face. “Yoongi… that was… that was amazing.” She heard him sigh a breath of relief. “Did you like it?”
“Like it? I love it!” she said as she turned around in his embrace. Her hand slid through the hair at the back of his neck as she pulled him into a kiss. Their tongues danced together as the song replayed in the background. They finally pulled away, Yoongi still hugging her from behind. “I love you, Min Yoongi.” She said against his lips. “I love you too.” He said before he captured her lips with his once again.
M is for makeup
They were getting ready to go out and Yoongi was sitting on the edge of the bed watching her putting on her make up. He watched her as she carefully applied her eyeliner. “How do you do that so well?” he asked as she evened up her eyeliner to match her other eye. She smiled at him in the mirror. “A shit load of practice. And it doesn’t always go this well.” She admitted. He got up and stood directly behind her. “Why are you staring?” she asked his reflection as she used her eyelash curlers.
“You know you don’t need to do all this. You’re gorgeous without make up.” He said as he placed a kiss on her temple, making her blush.
N is for nail varnish
“I can’t believe I’m doing this…” Yoongi muttered as he held her foot and carefully applied her nail varnish. She giggled and he gently slapped her leg. “Stop moving.” He scolded. “Do you want me to mess up?” she covered her mouth as she suppressed another laugh.
“I can’t help it!” she whined. “You know how ticklish I am.” Yoongi huffed in mock annoyance but he couldn’t hide his smile. “Just stop moving and let me finish.” There was silence for a few minutes before Yoongi spoke again. “If you tell anyone about this, you’re dead.” He muttered.
O is for overworked
She knows that he’s overworked by the tone of his messages. She sighs to herself as she reads his messages. I wish he would take a break. She checked the time and frowned. She picked up her jacket and bag and left the apartment.
She arrived at the studio half an hour later. Yoongi was exactly where she thought he would be. Sitting in his chair in the studio, headphones on, pen in one hand, mouse in the other. She opened the door and he didn’t respond. She laid out the food she had bought on the table behind him before tapping him on the shoulder. He jumped a little then gave her a tired smile. “Hey babe.” He said, his voice gruff.
“Hey. How you getting on?” she asked, pointing at his computer. He let out a sigh, slumping back into his chair. “Could be better, could be worse.” He said as he took her hand into his, his thumb rubbing the back of her hand. “I thought as much. I brought you some food. You need a break.”
A devilish smile appeared on his face as he pulled her towards him. He manoeuvred her so that she was straddling his hips. She smirked at him and she leaned down over him. “Not exactly what I had in mind.” She said as she nipped at his bottom lip. He groaned a little. “The foods gonna get cold.” She said as she pressed her lips against his. “Let it.” He said as he pushed his tongue into her mouth.
She pressed herself flush against him as his hands roamed down her back to squeeze her ass. She groaned into the kiss as Yoongi’s hands pulled at the bottom of her t-shirt. He pulled it over her head, breaking their kiss for only a second. Her hands slipped down and unbuckled his jeans, her hand slipping into his underwear.
He threw his hand back against the chair, his hands grabbing onto her sides. “Fuck.” He muttered as she pumped his length. She smiled as she leaned forward, once again catching his lips with hers. His hand slipped underneath the material of her skirt and into her underwear. “Baby, you’re so wet.” He mumbled into their kiss. He slipped a finger inside of her and she let out a load moan. He slipped in another finger, working them inside of her.
She slipped her hand out of his underwear and stood up, quickly removing her underwear. Yoongi slipped his jeans down enough to free his length. She manoeuvred herself back over him, letting him slip inside of her. Yoongi groaned loudly. “Baby… you’re so tight.” He groaned. She rested her hands against his chest as she started to move against him.
Their groans filled the room as Yoongi’s hands roamed every inch of her body. “Baby…” he warned as he started thrusting up into her. Her moans increased in volume as her climaxed approached. She cried out his name as she came, her tightening walls and voice screaming his name was all that he needed to send him over the edge. He moaned her name loudly as he came, thrusting up into her a few more times until he was spent.
They stayed that way, exchanging lazy kisses as they came down from their highs. “Feel better?” she asked smiling down at him. He smiled lazily up at her, his fingers running up and down her sides. “I couldn’t feel better. I love you.” He said making her smile. “I love you too.”
The first time they made kimchi together, it was a complete disaster. They had forgotten to wash the cabbage after salting it, so no matter what they added to it, it just tasted like salt.
Their second attempt was a little better. Except that Yoongi got too carried away with the chilli paste and flakes and made the kimchi so spicy that they could only eat a tiny amount at a time. (They had taken great joy in making the rest of BTS try it. Namjoon had turned bright red at the spiciness.)
The third time was the charm. They carefully followed Yoongi’s mother’s instructions and the kimchi had turned out perfect. They happily shared the kimchi with the very wary members of BTS. Even Jin praised them for their efforts. They exchanged proud grins as they all ate together in the BTS dorm. She gave him a discreet thumbs up as they all ate happily.
L is for language
Because she grew up abroad, she was fluent in English and Korean. Sometimes, particularly when she was excited or angry, she would slip into English. Yoongi always felt a little guilty. Knowing that it was difficult for her to always speak in Korean, when she had grown accustomed to speaking in English. He often envied how easily she and Namjoon slipped into English.
One night when she was alone in their apartment. She was curled up in a blanket reading a book. Her phone rang and she was pleased to see Yoongi’s photo on her screen, she happily answered the call. “Babe?” he said, hating how nervous he sounded. “Yeah? What’s up?” she asked, immediately picking up on his tone. “Can you come down to the studio for a while?” he asked. She nodded even though he couldn’t see her. “Of course. I’ll be there soon.” She hung up and headed over to the studio.
The security guard waved at her as she entered the building. She headed straight to the studio, seeing Yoongi’s bright hair through the window. He smiled at her as she let herself in. He stood up and hugged her tightly. “I have a surprise for you.” He sat her down on his chair and stood behind her. He leaned over her and pressed a button on his keyboard. A soft piano melody started and he wrapped her arms around her from behind.
Her jaw dropped when Yoongi’s smooth rap started, but what surprised her most was that it was fully in English. She listened, tears forming in her eyes at the lyrics to the song. She knew how much he struggled with English and to hear this self-composed song just for her made her heart swell. When it finished she couldn’t remove the smile from her face. “Yoongi… that was… that was amazing.” She heard him sigh a breath of relief. “Did you like it?”
“Like it? I love it!” she said as she turned around in his embrace. Her hand slid through the hair at the back of his neck as she pulled him into a kiss. Their tongues danced together as the song replayed in the background. They finally pulled away, Yoongi still hugging her from behind. “I love you, Min Yoongi.” She said against his lips. “I love you too.” He said before he captured her lips with his once again.
M is for makeup
They were getting ready to go out and Yoongi was sitting on the edge of the bed watching her putting on her make up. He watched her as she carefully applied her eyeliner. “How do you do that so well?” he asked as she evened up her eyeliner to match her other eye. She smiled at him in the mirror. “A shit load of practice. And it doesn’t always go this well.” She admitted. He got up and stood directly behind her. “Why are you staring?” she asked his reflection as she used her eyelash curlers.
“You know you don’t need to do all this. You’re gorgeous without make up.” He said as he placed a kiss on her temple, making her blush.
N is for nail varnish
“I can’t believe I’m doing this…” Yoongi muttered as he held her foot and carefully applied her nail varnish. She giggled and he gently slapped her leg. “Stop moving.” He scolded. “Do you want me to mess up?” she covered her mouth as she suppressed another laugh.
“I can’t help it!” she whined. “You know how ticklish I am.” Yoongi huffed in mock annoyance but he couldn’t hide his smile. “Just stop moving and let me finish.” There was silence for a few minutes before Yoongi spoke again. “If you tell anyone about this, you’re dead.” He muttered.
O is for overworked
She knows that he’s overworked by the tone of his messages. She sighs to herself as she reads his messages. I wish he would take a break. She checked the time and frowned. She picked up her jacket and bag and left the apartment.
She arrived at the studio half an hour later. Yoongi was exactly where she thought he would be. Sitting in his chair in the studio, headphones on, pen in one hand, mouse in the other. She opened the door and he didn’t respond. She laid out the food she had bought on the table behind him before tapping him on the shoulder. He jumped a little then gave her a tired smile. “Hey babe.” He said, his voice gruff.
“Hey. How you getting on?” she asked, pointing at his computer. He let out a sigh, slumping back into his chair. “Could be better, could be worse.” He said as he took her hand into his, his thumb rubbing the back of her hand. “I thought as much. I brought you some food. You need a break.”
A devilish smile appeared on his face as he pulled her towards him. He manoeuvred her so that she was straddling his hips. She smirked at him and she leaned down over him. “Not exactly what I had in mind.” She said as she nipped at his bottom lip. He groaned a little. “The foods gonna get cold.” She said as she pressed her lips against his. “Let it.” He said as he pushed his tongue into her mouth.
She pressed herself flush against him as his hands roamed down her back to squeeze her ass. She groaned into the kiss as Yoongi’s hands pulled at the bottom of her t-shirt. He pulled it over her head, breaking their kiss for only a second. Her hands slipped down and unbuckled his jeans, her hand slipping into his underwear.
He threw his hand back against the chair, his hands grabbing onto her sides. “Fuck.” He muttered as she pumped his length. She smiled as she leaned forward, once again catching his lips with hers. His hand slipped underneath the material of her skirt and into her underwear. “Baby, you’re so wet.” He mumbled into their kiss. He slipped a finger inside of her and she let out a load moan. He slipped in another finger, working them inside of her.
She slipped her hand out of his underwear and stood up, quickly removing her underwear. Yoongi slipped his jeans down enough to free his length. She manoeuvred herself back over him, letting him slip inside of her. Yoongi groaned loudly. “Baby… you’re so tight.” He groaned. She rested her hands against his chest as she started to move against him.
Their groans filled the room as Yoongi’s hands roamed every inch of her body. “Baby…” he warned as he started thrusting up into her. Her moans increased in volume as her climaxed approached. She cried out his name as she came, her tightening walls and voice screaming his name was all that he needed to send him over the edge. He moaned her name loudly as he came, thrusting up into her a few more times until he was spent.
They stayed that way, exchanging lazy kisses as they came down from their highs. “Feel better?” she asked smiling down at him. He smiled lazily up at her, his fingers running up and down her sides. “I couldn’t feel better. I love you.” He said making her smile. “I love you too.”
