"You have no plans getting out of this bed, huh?"

You received not even a grunt of an answer, yet with Yoongi burrowing his face deeper into your neck proves to show that what he was conveying to you was a straight 'no'.

You let him be because, uh, it was his turn for today? The Wheel of Fortune clearly stopped on his name, so with that stated, you were to go along with whatever he wants, in fear of lowering down his Affection Meter. But you guessed that you liked this idea of his... The bed was comfortable, the curtain was blocking the light from the Sun, and the temperature was far from hot even though it's summer already because of the Air Conditioner that was turned on.

So in a nutshell, you shared his sentiments.

As you two were huddled up in your King-sized bed, the other robots were at a guest room, prohibited to interrupt you and Yoongi. You could just hear their sulking from afar, but no, you wouldn't get affected by that. Each of them would have their turn after all, so no need to get y'all's panties in a twist.

"Hey," Yoongi started, voice muffled because his face was currently situated on your neck. You hummed in response, wondering what was it that he wanted. "Do you have a piano?" He asked, though he made no movement at all. "Yeah, I think so. I have a music room in here filled with all the instruments I've tried to learn but gave up in doing so, so I think that I might've bought a piano before with the same reason," you said in one breath, causing you to inhale right afterwards.

Yoongi chuckled, "You in a rush or something? You speak so fast that you could be a rapper." You rolled your eves even though he couldn't see you, damn him, "Shut it, Mr. Smartypants. So what d'ya want to do with the piano?" Silence filmed the air before Yoongi parted his lips one more to answer your query. "Out of all the dunces, I'm the one that was programmed to be the very best at playing that thing. Might as well try to make use of the skill and attempt to impress you, right?"

"I'll take your word for it. And what if you didn't?"

"Let's save that for later if that actually happened."
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"You playing the piano is great and all, but can I just take a seat next to you and not on your lap?"

"Hm? No. Do I look like someone who follows people's orders? I have my needs as a robot too, you know."

"Touché."

His head was propped on top of your right shoulder as he continued finishing the piece he was currently on. To be honest, even if he was an AI, you were still mesmerized by the skills he was showing you at the moment. His fingers worked so fast that your e/c orbs weren't able to catch up with them. And since you failed to do that, you settled with just listening to it instead.

"Hey, I'm really envious of you right now. Mind teaching me?"

"Oh? And what happened with not living up to your expectations?" He quipped, and with your head turned for a bit, you were able to see his mouth turning into a simper. Cocky much?

"Well, you did. Are ya happy now?" You remarked with a snappy tone. Yoongi lightly laughed before ruffling your hair and gently pushing your head towards his chest as his free arm as wrapped right on your waist. What a sneaky little guy.

"Yes, yes. Though I'm a bit skeptic about going along with your request. What's in it for me?" Halting yourself from straight up headbutting him since you knew you were up against someone that was mainly comprised of metals, you heaved out an exasperated sigh partnered with a raised brow. "What do you want?"

"Just beg."

"Pft. No. I got a reputation to uphold," you retorted before leaning against him, because he was, well, far more comfortable than you thought. He emitted a type of warmth that brought you discomfort, his temperature was just right, enough that you felt quite cozy up against him.

"If you already said 'please' in a cutesy tone then you probably would've been learning complex pieces right now," Yoongi let out a breath seeming as if he was pitying you hadn't an ounce of knowledge as to how one should play the aforementioned instrument.

"Well, if you won't, I guess I have no choice but to tattle to the others about the cute Bobsponge und-" And with this, you turned and clamped your both of your hands on his mouth. Yes, you two were alone in this four-cornered room, yet the embarrassment was too much for you that your rational thinking was thrown out of the window.

"Shut up. And I won't even ask why you knew that I have those... character printed garments, but say another word and I'll turn you off." Yoongi was looking far more amused than you would've liked, and if you could, you would've punched that shit-eating grin on his face but decided against it since you were lanky as hell and you mayhaps would end up hurting yourself rather than the latter. Oh the woes of not being physically fit enough.

"I'll do it, okay?" And Yoongi gently pulled your hands off of his mouth before gazing at you with that vexing look on his visage for the second time. "Fuck it. This is the best that I could do. P... Please, you brat?" You chanted curses inside your mind repeatedly, wanting to puke after stammering in front of this male.

"The stuttering part was cute, I'll give you that. Let's get started, then." Props to him for looking so endearing whilst donning a gummy smile that stretched from ear-to-ear. Yet would you tell him that? N o.

And thus, 'Yoongi tutoring Y/n' time had commenced.
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A/n: As always, comment the next member who you want to be with next! I apologize for not updating for months, intense writer's block and all. ㅠㅠ