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sixteen

"Oh. My. Gosh. Is that a huge kumamon stuffed animal?" Was the first thing I said when I walked into Yoongis apartment.

The plant shaped lamps with a door in the middle which I'm guessing lead to the bed room were absolutely gorgeous.The kitchen was a soft gray color with little chairs up against a counter with black cupboards on the bottom.

The floors were a brown wood and TV stand with a big enough TV on it, a white couch with gray brown and black pillows on it.

You could say that this place was very aesthetic.

"Yeah, I got it when I won a game at a carnival I went to."

The single lightbulb coming from the living room made everything look vibrant and just beautiful.

"I'm in love with this place," I said "Why didn't you tell me I would be blown away by your place? Could've given me a warning."

I plopped down on the couch and started looking for the remote. I spotted it on the TV stand.

"Yoongi~" I whined "Hand me the remote please~"

He sighed and handed to me as he sat down next to me and put his arm around me.

"Whatcha wanna watch kitty cat?"

"I'm not a kitty nor a cat."

"You look like one."

I scanned through Netflix to find a good movie. I found a LGBT+ section and immediately clicked on it.

"Can we watch From Head to Toe? That's my favorite movie." He asked and leaned more into the couch.

"Sure." I quickly went to it and played it. I took off my shoes and put my feet into the couch and laid my head in his lap.

"This movie is sad. Hope you don't cry."

Guess what? I cried like a little bitch.

"What. The hell. I can't believe you made me cry the freaking Atlantic Ocean. I hate you." I scooted away from the mint haired boy until I was at the end of the couch my knees to my chest and my head down.

"I told you it was sad!" He said chuckling when I didn't say anything I felt the space next to me slump down.

"I'm sorry Hoseok. I didn't mean to."

Okay now I fell bad.

I looked up and his face was really close to mine.

I looked over his cute features. His brown eyes that were beautiful like milk chocolate. His pink lips, slightly open as he was breathing heavily. His cute little nose. His cheeks, shaded with just the ight amount of pink.

"U-uh want something t-to eat?" He cutely stuttered as he peered down at my lips.

I straightened my posture and stood up and walked over to the barstool.

"Sure, whatcha got?" I asked as i leaned on my arms sitting down at the counter.

"I have leftover spaghetti?" He rubbed his sweaty hands on his jeans.

"Ill take that." I smiled at him as he hurriedly ran around the kitchen shuffling thing trying to find a proper plate.

He placed two plates in front of me and went to go get a big bowl out of the refrigerator.

"Whoa. Who even cooked that much spaghetti?"

"My mom." He replied. "She always brings me large amounts of food to last whenever i dont cook or have anything inside of my house. This is the first time she cooked spaghetti."

"What does she usually bring?" I asked as the minty boy put a couple of spoonfulls of spaghetti on my plate and his.

"Kimchi." He walked back over to the refrigerator and put the bowl back. On the way to the counter he grabbed two forks.

"Yoongi." I stopped him before he took a bite of the pasta. "Its still cold." I gestured to the plate.

"Oh, your right." He grabbed both plates and put one into the microwave.

An idea came to my head.

Ive always wondered how dominant Yoongi can be. Whenever he get compliments or has pressure on him, he really doesnt seem like the dominant type. Time to test this theory.

"Are you nervous?" I asked him as he looked up at me from fidgeting with his fingers.

"N-no, why would you say that?"

I got up from my chair and walked around to the other side of the counter he was on.

"You sure do seem like it......"

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