Bonded: A Min Yoongi x OC Soulmate AU

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Crystal lay back against Yoongi's bare chest, freshly bathed and fed. She was beyond content under the covers of their newly changed bed with one of her favorite shows, How to Get Away with Murder, playing on the TV with subtitles for Yoongi. They were as naked as the day they were born underneath the bath robes they donned and he'd pushed hers down so it was hanging off both her shoulders, allowing her skin to rest against his.

He slumped back against the headboard, one of his hands resting comfortably between her breasts as he concentrated on the show.

"Nothing against lawyers at all, obviously, but everyone is giving me shady vibes," Yoongi says, making Crystal giggle.

"With that instinct, you could've been one yourself. Every single one of them are shady in some way or another," she says, tilting her head back to look up at him.

He hums in acknowledgment, brows furrowed as he followed the subtitles on the screen quickly. His lips were slightly pouted and his nose scrunched whenever he saw something he didn't like happening—his instant distaste for Sam Keating making her smile. She'd watched the show in its entirety already so she preferred watching him as he watched, gauging his reactions to things as they happened and answering questions he had about things that were lost in translation without giving away too much. They were about 5 episodes in when he sighs and feels around for the remote so he could pause the TV.

"Well, I'm confused," he says, making her laugh.

"I'd be surprised if you weren't. The show bounces back and forth so much you can never fully get a grasp of what's happening," she says, pulling one of her legs up quickly as it had gotten stiff.

She gasped a little as the soreness between her legs let itself be known with the quick movement.

"You okay?" Yoongi asks, other hand going down to massage the crease where her thigh and hip met.

She was sore there too to no surprise. Being folded like a pretzel with your knees up by your ears will do that to you.

"Mhm," she answers, making him laugh.

"Oh it's funny?" She asks, making him laugh harder.

"Yeah considering you got exactly what you asked for," he says, making her suck her teeth.

"You don't hear me complaining, do you?" she asks, pursing her lips and rolling her eyes.

Just like she'd asked for last night, she indeed could not walk this morning. Her whole damned lower body was sore as hell and any and all quick movements had her gasping. She was pretty sure she had micro tears, which was where the bulk of the pain was coming from. Still, she couldn't bring herself to mind much, leading her to believe she may have slightly masochistic tendencies. The thought reminded her of the conversation she and Yoongi had when they'd woken up this morning, making her chuckle.

"We're never going that long without it again. You hear me?" he asked, playfully stern.

"Pshh, if I get fucked like that when I deprive you..." she trailed off, biting her lip and raising her brows.

"If you want me to ravish you regularly, then just say that. We could get you a wheelchair to get around in," he'd said, making her fall into a fit of giggles.

"That's not weird at all," Yoongi says, side eyeing her as he reaches over to get the room service menu off the table.

"I was thinking about this morning. Imagine everyone's faces if I was suddenly in a wheelchair for a day at a time," she says, making him laugh.

"Two days," he corrects, making her look back at him.

"What? If you don't let me heal you, you definitely won't be walking tomorrow either," he shrugs with a look that challenges her to dispute.