Quit Smoking Hotline (Min Yoongi x OC FF)

Eighteen

"Muummyyy, I made breakfast, wake uuuuppp!" I sang in her ear, causing her to pry my limbs off her and sit up with a glare.

"Why are you so annoying?" is the first thing my mum says to me in the morning.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

I leave her room to give her space to wash up, while I skip down the stairs to wake sleepyhead number two, a certain Min Yoongi. Now this, I'm a little afraid of.

I sent my dad a nervous smile as I approach the sleeping mass on the couch, just to see he wasn't even paying attention. He's too engrossed in his nintendo switch.

Why are my parents, both in their 60s, such CHILDREN?

"Hey," I said softly, poking Yoongi-oppa in the cheek. "Wake up, I made us breakfast."

He groans, before fluttering open his feline eyes, still half asleep. His eyebrows scrunched up in a frown, he got ready to curse whoever it is who dared to wake the sleeping king up, before his eyes lit in in realisation and a gummy smile broke over his beautiful features.

"Good morning, my love," he mumbles in his morning rasp. He sits up lazily, before pulling me into his arms. He settles his chin above my head, savouring in the moment.

"Good morning, sleepyhead. Get up, you're taking up everyone's spot on the couch." I joked.

With that, he sprung up from his position immediately, smoothing down his hair and swallowing nervously as he finally clocked that my father was watching him sleep the whole time.

Also because he just snuggled into me as my father's right beside us. That too.

He clears his throat, "Good morning Mr Chan"

My dad, who apparently finds this situation extremely funny, teases him about it.

"It's not every day you wake up to see Suga of BTS curled up on your couch."

Yoongi-oppa flushes pink.

"I-uh, I'll go wash up first." he stammered, escaping into the bathroom.

We enjoyed breakfast as a family (Mother said, "Thanks for breakfast, my daughter. Now continue to do that every day for the rest of your stay.") then broke up to go about our days. My parents had booked to play badminton in the early afternoon, so they left the house shortly after.

For the rest of the afternoon, Yoongi-oppa and I walk around the neighbourhood, where I showed him where I spent my last year of high school in the UK, the pub I liked, and so on.

I'd texted Isaiah and Becca, asking to meet and catch up. It's been a while.

We decided upon the pub we frequented, and perhaps we'd hit up the club if we feel like it afterwards, so we all agreed to dress to the nines.

I'm glad I packed some options with me. I decided on a black lace minidress with sweetheart bow detailing, paired with knee high socks, leg warmers and chunky soles.

When I stepped out of the bathroom, Yoongi-oppa's eyes darkened lustfully.

He inhaled through his nose.

"Mmm... You look so sexy... All for me?" he smirked as his pulled me closer by my hips until our bodies are flush together, thumbs circling my hipbones in a hypnotising pace.

He buried his face in my neck, kissing me up and down as I giggled and protested, "Oppa, we're going to be late, we need to go like, now."

"But you look ravishing. Are you sure you can't cancel? We can be fashionably late, hmm?"