Min Yoongi
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    Yoongi sat in the living room, still sighing tiredly. His shirt was completely unbuttoned, and he was holding a tie in his hand. Seeing you enter the room and approach him, he gently grabbed your hips and pulled you onto his lap.

    “What did you do today? Tell me everything,” Yoongi whispered, running his lips along your neck.

    He waited for you to speak, his hands slowly reaching your hair and gently pulling your head back, exposing your neck to him.