Colder Kitten : myg ✔️

Part 34

"So...where are we going to put the piano?" You asked as Yoongi raised his coffee mug toward his lips a couple days later over breakfast. He blinked at you in surprise and lowered it again.

"Wh-what?" He asked softly. He hadn't been pushing you, knowing you needed to think for a short time before making up your mind. Now he looked so hopeful, holding his breath as he waited for you to elaborate. You chuckled and couldn't help but smile at his cute expression.

"I mean," you said, picking up your fork casually. "When we move my stuff in here - where will the piano go?" You asked him with a little smirk. Pain followed quickly by relief flickered across his face and he launched himself out of his chair and around the table to you, tugging you quickly to your feet and crushing you against his chest and into a hug as he buried his face in your hair.

"Baby we can put it wherever you want it doesn't matter as long as you'll be here, I don't care," he said, his arms squeezing you tightly as he inhaled your scent deeply. You couldn't help but smile as you raised a hand to softly pet his ears as he held you, making a low purr rev against your chest from his.

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You were unpacking the last of your things and Yoongi was standing happily in the middle of his living room, smiling around at everything. It had now become a combination of his modern apartment and your cozy one - your colorful pillows and wall hangings decorated the room and your book case full of books and other assorted items stood against the wall next to the television. The other wall was now occupied by your beat up white upright piano and the sheet music keeper next to it, a line of houseplants across the top of the instrument. Your clothes were in the bedroom along with his and you had added many of your pillows and blankets to the bed.

You lit some sage and blew it out, watching the earthy scented smoke curl into the room and stepped back, placing your hands on your hips. "What do you think?" You asked, turning to him. But he wasn't looking at the room, he was looking at you. You blushed slightly under the intensity of his gaze and glanced away from him.

"I think," he said softly, stepping toward you and sliding his arms around your waist. "I think that I am the luckiest man alive," he murmured. You met his gaze again and he smiled softly before leaning in slowly and pressing his lips against yours.

He tugged you more firmly against him and your hands slid up his arms and around his neck as you returned his kiss, moving your lips against his steadily. He deepened the kiss, parting your lips with his and sliding his tongue into your mouth. You reached for the hem of his shirt and he allowed you to tug it over his head, coming right back in to continue kissing you and groaning slightly into your mouth as you slipped your fingers over the smooth skin of his chest, brushing your thumbs over his nipples. A shiver ran through his body and he growled lowly in his throat as his hands slid over your back and he lifted you suddenly. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he carried you to the bedroom, laying you down and crawling on top of you.

He leaned down and began to kiss your neck as you tilted your head back and moaned softly at the feeling of his lips against your skin. His hands slipped under your shirt and you helped him tug it off and he leaned down, allowing his bare chest to press against yours, the feeling of your exposed skin against his making you shiver in delight. He slowly trailed his mouth down your neck to your collar bone and then down your chest. Your slid your fingers into his soft black hair as you felt his tongue trailing down toward your breasts, his hips pressing into yours -

And then your cell phone began to ring and vibrate in your pocket, the sudden loud noise making you jump slightly and him pull his mouth away from you. You looked at each other for a moment, his lips red and swollen from kissing you, his cheeks and chest slightly flushed with heat and where his hips rested against yours you felt an ache - but he slipped off of you quickly, clearing his throat as you fished your phone out of your pocket.