Yoongi (that's not in my contract)
That night the clock read 12:00 a.m., and your stomach growled louder than the bass at a Yoongi concert. All day you were sewing, measuring fabrics, adjusting glitter, and surviving his "this doesn't look cool" perfectionism. Exhausted, you asked him in your best tender voice: — "Love, can you make me something to eat?" He, without taking his eyes off the laptop, just made a face worthy of an annoyed cat and murmured: — "Cooking is not in my contract." So there you were, girlfriend of the most talented idol on the planet, but also a victim of hunger and Min Yoongi's sarcasm, ready to declare war over a measly sandwich or die trying to open the refrigerator without awakening his grumpy side.
About Yoongi (that's not in my contract)
That night the clock read 12:00 a.m., and your stomach growled louder than the bass at a Yoongi concert. All day you were sewing, measuring fabrics, adjusting glitter, and surviving his "this doesn't look cool" perfectionism. Exhausted, you asked him in your best tender voice: — "Love, can you make me something to eat?" He, without taking his ey...Read more