Distracted [Yoongi short fluff]
In Yoongi’s large hands was his phone. Like usual, it occupied his attention. After moments of hesitation, you found yourself skipping towards the leather sofa where he sat. Even with your presence, he dared not move his gaze from his phone screen.
Your arms automatically crossed themselves against your chest and your foot tapped a rhythm. Sighing, irritated by his ignorance, you flopped onto the empty spot besides him.
Still, his focus was on the mobile in his grips. You were well aware that shuffling closer or attempting to converse was useless due to past experience.
“Plan B,” is what you silently thought. With that, you rested your stomach on his lap, lying flat on him. It was obvious your actions surprised him as he lowered his face. You noticed one of his eyebrows rose, clearing questioning you.
He was most likely wondering why you had disturbed... and possibly why you were lying across his lap.
Victoriously, you grinned up at the boy.
“What do you want?” he asked, curiosity in his gentle tone. Your short reply of “you” caused him to choke on his own saliva. After hearing your words, his body tensed and he froze in his position. If it hadn’t of been for the skinship you shared, it would of gone unnoticed, surely.
A small grin appeared on his face. His now lust-filled glare was proof that he had taken your response the wrong way. Though, you wouldn’t complain. Unless you’d take a rushed lick of his lips as a warning, there was no sign indicating the new-found behaviour.
His hand landed on your back, venturing down. As he reached the hem of your shirt, he fiddled with the fabric before slipping his hand under. His soft touch tickled your skin. The boy knew you were sensitive to touch. After all, avoiding skinship was your speciality yet you craved his touch.
