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yoongi reaction to reader falling asleep on his shoulder?

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Yoongi: when you fall asleep on his shoulder

Genre: fluff (obvi)

He froze when he felt your head slump over onto his shoulder. Yoongi had been watching a movie with you on the couch . He peered over at you, trying not to jostle you. He smiled when he saw your cute sleepy face. Your mouth was slightly open and you let out tiny snores. He wouldn't move for fear of waking you up. When the movie ended, yoongi would gently carry you to bed. He didn't want you to be uncomfortable on the couch and he wanted to sleep. He also doesn't like sleeping without you. If you woke, he'd kiss your face and tell you to go back to sleep. You'd snuggle into his side and quickly fall back asleep.

“Yoongi joins you in your bath and you talk about your days.” 

Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x f.Reader 

Genre: established relationship!AU, Fluff 

Warnings: casual & intimate nudity, Yoongi being the cutest bean in love 

Wordcount: 1.3k

a/n: I lose a lil bit of my sanity each time I write fluff. I can handle anything, but fluff always ruins me 😔 i love them so much 😔

You spent the day working in the gardens. It was a very rewarding day and left you feeling utterly content.

Content, but also very exhausted and very dirty. So you hopped into the shower for a quick rinse off and while you did, let the bathtub fill with the hottest water. You used  some of the lavender oil you made with your flowers and then lit some candles to set the mood. Ten minutes later, you were boiling in your little lavender soup, getting rid of all the tension in your muscles.

It is another ten minutes later when a faint knock on your door rips you out of your relaxation.

“Yes?”

“It’s me”, Yoongi says.

“It’s open.”

The door opens and in steps Yoongi. 

“Oh? Sorry”, he gasps, turning around, “why didn’t you say something?”

“Why are you turning away? You’ve seen me naked a million times before.”

“I don’t know, just don’t wanna be rude.”

You laugh, “you’re so weird”, you chuckle, “what’s up? Do you need help with something?” 

“No it was…no it’s fine, it was dumb”, he dismisses you. 

“No, it’s okay. Tell me.”

“It’s nothing, I’m dumb, just wanted to ask for, you know…”, he lowers his voice to a whisper, making it unable to understand him. 

“I didn’t get the last part.”

“I just wanted to…”

“Yoongi, you are talking too quietly. I can’t understand you.”

Yoongi whips around, “I just wanted to ask for cuddles!” he blurts out and pouts, “it’s dumb, okay?” he adds in a shy mumble and his eyes flitting to his feet.

“Aww my love, it’s not dumb. You’re so cute”, you coo, resting your chin on the edge of the bathtub, “do you wanna hop in here? The water’s so nice.”

He rubs his tummy, inspecting you with his head tilted to the side. 

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Somebody Does Love | MYG

Pairing: BestFriend!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Idol au

Synopsis: You never wanted to burden Yoongi with your problems, he was healing and you weren’t even close but he was your best friend and he’d always turn up for you.

Warnings: Depression, self depreciation, implied self harm.

WC: 2.1k

Posted: 18 August 2023

It didn't take much for Yoongi to worry about you. He could tell something was wrong by something as simple as the way you worded a text or how you carried yourself on a particular day. In fact, he knew you better than you knew yourself. Habits, tastes, quirks. Some of which he'd tell you, others he kept to himself because he didn't want you to stop doing them, because he knew you'd stop if he did.

He knew you well enough that you'd stop all the things he loved most about you if he uttered a word about them, it was a habit of yours he hated. You never did it consciously, of course. It was like it was programmed into you that the second someone told you they loved a feature, you’d change it or one of your quirks, you'd stop doing it almost instantly.

And that list of things he loved was long. He'd probably have to write a book, but there were things he hated, one in particular.

You never wanted to bother him with your problems.

It drives him mad.

He's your best friend, Yoongi would remind you constantly. You're problems were his problems and vice versa. someone broke your heart? They broke his. Someone mistreated him? They mistreated you.

One thing always remained certain for both of you, no one would argue it. You'd take a bullet for each other in a heartbeat.

"You've been staring at the same screen for twenty minutes, hyung." Namjoon broke the silence of Yoongi's studio, interrupting the elder's thoughts.

"Sorry, You wanted something?" Yoongi asked nonchalantly as he swung his chair to face Namjoon, greeting him with a forced smile.

Namjoon held up a set of headphones he'd taken from one of the shelves in Yoongi's studio. "Mine broke, I knew you had a spare."

Yoongi rolled his eyes endearingly, a small breathly laugh slipped out.

"It wasn't my fault this time!" Namjoon protested his innocence.

For once, it actually wasn't the clumsy man-child’s fault.

"Ah yes, it's the little man that mysteriously comes in your studio and breaks all your stuff," Yoongi teased.

"Uhm, It was, actually." A blush rose on Namjoons cheeks, whether he wanted to admit it or profusely deny it, he could give a tomato a run for its money. "Jimin was in.. he.. sat on them."

"Suuure," he teased further, "I'm sure that’s what he, no, the two of you, were doing."

"Hyung!"

"Dongsaeng?" Yoongi hummed, giving Namjoon a knowing look.

"Back to the original point," Namjoon deflected. "Are you okay? You were miles away."

"I'm fine," Yoongi looked back at the lyrics on the screen, his expression changing instantly. "It's y/n."

"Is she okay?"

"I don't know" He rested back on his chair while running his hands through his long, fluffy hair. "I haven't heard from her in two days. I was meant to have dinner with her and got really into writing this song and I had an idea for the beat and went all in. She knows I get like that sometimes, and that's the reason when I don't reply."

"Sometimes." Namjoon rolled his eyes jokingly.

"I messaged her that I was sorry and we should have breakfast, no reply. I text about dinner an hour ago, and it's not even delivered."

"You're telling me this like you've never just welcomed yourself into her apartment a million and one times." Namjoon reminded him with a raised brow.

"I really have to fin.."

"GO!" Namjoon ordered his hyung. "Leader privileges," he defended quickly when he realised how abrupt he was while still pointing towards the studio door.

He didn't wait a second longer. Even leaving the studio in his slides, forgoing the Nike dunks by the door. Leaving Namjoon to save his work and sort all his equipment which he gladly did. He was worried about you too, more so because you meant so much to someone that meant equally as much to him. Thirteen years isn't easily forgotten, and you were there too.

He made it to your apartment twenty minutes later, letting himself in like it was his own home.

The sight he saw was enough to cause an ache, vice like grip on his heart.

Quickly making his way to be by your side.

With gentle calloused fingertips your best friend tilted your chin up, his smile was warm and inviting, but his eyes were filled with worry and sadness, even guilt for not noticing something was wrong sooner.

The pad of his thumb wiped away the tears that stained your cheeks, neither set of eyes straying from the others, you only briefly cut eye contact to blink away oncoming tears as they clouded your vision.

You weren’t there, not really. Yoongi knew better than to pressure you into talking, so he stayed silently knelt in front of you for a moment, his large hands engulfing your little ones before bringing them towards his lips for a quick peck before he took a seat beside you. He took you into his arms and kept you close until you stopped crying, not a care for the time that went by or the fact that his phone kept going off. It wasn't important, not right now.

“You're gonna be okay,” He talked softly, quiet as a mouse like he was afraid to startle you.

He repeated himself over and over, followed by 'i love you', 'you're safe with me" and every other sweet thing he’d ever told you. Your cries eventually turned into quiet hiccups to unsteady breaths and eventually a quiet calm, the room filled with nothing but your breaths and the noises from the street outside.

You stayed like that, in the comfort of his arms, in silence. An hour went by, maybe more.

He looked down at you, almost falling asleep from exhaustion, your entire face red and puffy from so much crying. All the overwhelming feelings all on your own, so intensely burst like a dam. He wasn't leaving your side, music would have to wait. For as long as you needed him, he was going to be there.

"Don't sleep, jagiya. Let me make you something to eat, alright? We'll get you cleaned up and in some fresh clothes. You can sleep after that."

You shook your head.

"Yes," Yoongi told you sternly, not too harsh, but he wasn't going to let you keep doing this to yourself, not on his watch. "I will chew it for you and spit it in your mouth like a mother bird, if i have too."

You scrunched up your face in disgust, causing Yoongi to chuckle softly.

"That's what I thought."

You didn't protest when Yoongi ushered you into your room, you didn't want to hurt him. He was getting you in the bath regardless. It wasn't like he hadn't seen you naked before, definitely not under the same circumstances, but it didn't faze him then, and it won't faze him now.

He went into the bathroom and starting filling the bath, picking your favourite bathbomb and dropping it into the bath, smiling to himself as it turned purple and a light lavender scent began to fill the air. He grabbed some towels and put them in the dryer to warm up for you before coming to help you out of your clothes.

"Do you trust me?" He asked.

"Always," you replied in a coarse whisper.

He was careful, gentlemanly, checking your face for any sign you were uncomfortable. You were okay until he went to help you out of your tracksuit bottoms, he watches your hands clutch tighter to the bedsheet and the faint hitch in your breath.

"I'm sorry," you tell him before nodding in permission for him to take them off.

He took one look at your thighs before looking up at you, leaning up to press a light kiss on your forehead. "Don't ever apologise for how you feel, I just wish you'd told me it was getting this bad again."

He wrapped his arm around your body, helping you toward the bathroom and helped you step into the bath. He relaxed a little when he heard you hum as you lowered into the water.

"Is it hot enough?” he asked, watching for any discomfort.

“S’good.” you hum, tracing over the bubbles with the tips of your fingers. Yoongi watched on with a little smile before he sat himself on the edge of the bath, reaching for your favourite body wash and a soft sponge, opting for the soft option rather than a loofah.

He squeezed a drop of soap onto the sponge and scrunched it together in his hands until it was covered in vanilla scented suds.

“Tell me to stop if you want me too,” he told you, leaning forward to get a look at you when you didn't reply. You nod for him to go on, even though you were miles away. He could tell by your eyes, he decided to just get on with it. He moved gently around your back, air in the bathroom filled with it's vanilla scent, mixing with the lavender. It was even making him sleepy. He watched you close your eyes beginning to relax as he continued on.

Once he had you covered in bubbles he rinsed you off with a cup he had sitting near by in the water and began washing the bubbles off. He saw your back rise and fall with a deep breath, a yawn he came to realise. He glanced at your face and your eyes in a fight to stay open as you moved your hands up to your face slowly and rubbed at your eyes for a moment before dropping your hands back into the water. Yoongi smiled. You looked adorable, if he was honest.

He was equally as gentle when washing your hair, missing some of your routine but the goal was to get your freshened up and comfortable, not Miss Universe.

“You can lay back now if you want.” Yoongi offered, you sighed and slumped in the tub, body sinking into the bubbles.

"Why do you do this for me? You're always there." You finally spoke more than one word.

"Because even if everything else was to disappear, I know you'll always be there."

"What if I'm not strong enough?"

"You are," he told you, leaning down to kiss your forehead again before he left for the kitchen to make you a quick snack, knowings it’s probably all you could stomach or be bothered to eat.

Crackers and a makeshift topping would have to do because it was all you had.

He brought everything you two would need for the night including the hot towels from the dryer to the bedroom before Yoongi helped you out of the bath, taking you into the bedroom wrapped up in the toasty towel to get you dried off and into some PJs.

“Which Pyjamas do you want?”

You pointed to him with a sweet, innocent smile.

“My top?” he chuckled. “Really?”

“Please?” and like clockwork you put on your best puppy dog eyes. Jungkook taught you well because Yoongi could never say no.

He rolled his eyes playfully and took off his shirt, pulling it over your head for you and smiled contently when he took a look at you. “You’re so adorable,” he smiled up at you before instructing you to sit between his legs with the hairbrush he had in hand.

You sat in front of him, lightly snacking away on the food he gave you when you sat down while he brushed through your hair, effortlessly putting it into two french braids. He’d watched you do it enough times and he was a quick learner, especially if it was taking up his cuddling time with you.

When you finished eating, Yoongi went to tidy up while you got yourself into bed. Half asleep when he came to join you, he switched off the light and climbed into bed with you.

Instantly cuddling into him with your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as you began to drift off to sleep.

“Can I play you a song I’ve been working on?” he asked, cuddling you in close.

Yoongi presses play on his phone as you nod.

Somebody does love but I'm thinking ‘bout you.

He watched as you drift off to sleep, running his hands through your hair, softly singing along until his eyes fell heavy and he drifted off too.

Maybe one day he’d tell you the song is for you.

Authors Note: A huge thank you to @sopebubbles /@sopebubbles-replies for encouraging me to write this fic and proof reading, it's been a long time coming for her, you have no idea! also my bestie @lifeinakpopbubble who never thought she'd see this day.

You Don’t Want to Fall in Love With Me

Your best friend Yoongi just confessed his feeling for you. You leave him standing there even though you feel the same way. He deserves someone better.

Mentions of anxiety/depression

“Y/N I think I’m falling in love with you.” Your best friend just confessed his feelings for you. Your heart wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and pull him in for the kiss you’ve wanted for so long. Your brain on the other hand told you that you weren’t good enough, you’d just bring him down with you, and that he’d leave you once he realized just how hard it would be to be in a relationship with you. You looked at his face for the first time. His perfect skin and gummy smile. His eyes that you wish you could drown in. His hands that you knew had a fandom of their own, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. You softly whispered, “Yoongi, you don’t want to fall in love with me.”

You started to run back to your apartment ignoring the calls from Yoongi and leaving him standing alone and rejected in the park where you two first met four years ago. Once back home you immediately fell onto your bed. Your best friend just confessed his feelings and you left him there. You kept telling yourself it was for his own good.

You started thinking back to the day the two of you first met. It was late at night and you were sitting in the park after your shift at work. Something happened that triggered you to have a panic attack so you went for a walk trying to calm down. Yoongi was walking by after also having a bad episode with anxiety when he noticed you were crying. He had asked you if you were okay or if you needed help. The two of you spent the night talking and venting and it quickly turned into a very close friendship.

As time went on Yoongi’s anxiety and depression started to lessen. He still had his days but he was having a much easier time coping and learning how to manage it. You on the other hand were getting worse. No matter what you did you couldn’t shake the thoughts. The only times Yoongi ever put his work aside were when you were feeling down. He’d be over to your apartment in a heartbeat or he’d shut off his computer and hold you close in his studio. He knew what it was like and he never wanted anyone, especially you, to feel that way. You always felt guilty afterwards. You hated that he’d put his work on hold because of you. That’s the big reason why you walked away from him today. You didn’t want to be that burden on him. Even though you loved him from the start you knew in your heart that he should fall in love with someone who was strong, who didn’t need him to be there to pick up the pieces, someone who could be there for him instead. He needed someone that wasn’t broken.

That’s when it started to hit you. The walls felt like they were closing in. The room was spinning. You couldn’t breathe. You sat down on the ground and pulled your knees up. Slowly you rocked yourself back and forth trying to calm down. Normally this would be the time you’d call Yoongi. He’d drop everything and immediately come over but you couldn’t call him now. Not after what happened.

You closed your eyes and started counting back from 50. Something that Yoongi taught you to do. “42,41,40,39…” You were focusing on your counting when you heard a deeper voice join you, “31,30,29,28…” Strong arms snaked around your waist. You looked and saw Yoongi sitting next to you. He nodded as if to say continue. The two of you counted down to 1 and that’s when he helped you up to the bed. You watched him grab your favorite pajamas handing them over to you, “I’m going to get you some warm milk. Get changed and get in bed. I’ll be right back.” You did as he said although you weren’t sure why he was even here after earlier.

Yoongi came back handing you the warm mug, “Here drink this. It’ll help calm you.” After a few sips you placed the mug on your nightstand. He took off his jacket and got in bed next to you pulling you close to him. You started crying once again. You were crying at how gentle he was being and how once again he came to your rescue. “Y/N do you want to talk about what’s making you so upset?”, he said rubbing circles on your back. You couldn’t stop the words from coming, “I’ve been in love with you for years but I don’t want you to fall in love with me. You deserve better than this. You shouldn’t have to waste your time taking care of someone like me. Someone who’s broken.”

By this point you were balling and in full panic mode again. Yoongi started tapping on your forearm, another one of his tricks to help manage anxiety by taking your mind off of it. “Y/N I appreciate the thought but you don’t really get to tell me who I can and cannot fall in love with. You’re not broken by the way. Some people just need extra love and care for whatever reasons and there’s nothing wrong with that. We met because of these reasons. I will be there for you at all times both good and bad. I’m not just falling in love with you. I am in love with you Y/N. ALL of you.”, he said bringing your face up to look at him. He continued, “If you genuinely don’t want to be with me I won’t force you but I want you to know that I’m here because I love you. You think you’re broken but I don’t think anyone is ever broken. I think sometimes we mentally and emotionally receive little cracks but cracks can always be fixed. It just takes a little glue and some time. I’m willing to be that glue for you and I will give you all the time you need.”

He always had a tender way of explaining things to you. You rested your head on his chest for a while just listening to his heartbeat and letting the gentle rise and fall of his breathing calm you while you thought about what he said. “You know you’re really starting to sound a lot like Namjoon with your analogies.”, you whispered. “Yeah I think I’ve been spending too much time with him lately. But he does know what he’s talking about most of the time.”, he said with a chuckle. Slowly you both started to drift off to sleep. “Yoongi, Thank you for falling in love with me.”, you said while peaking up at him. He snuggled you a little closer before kissing your forehead, “I love you Y/N.”

Dating headcanons pt.2

Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: crack, swearing

A/N: part one felt a little short to me for some reason, so let's cover some of the things we missed, yeah?

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Increasingly not so secretly romantic. He made hundreds of handwritten notes for everyone at his birthday fanmeet, imagine the kind of things he would do for an s/o?

The type to surprise you with a pillow fort and your favorite movie after a tough day and then try to brush it off like "I didn't really do anything tho".

Intentionally takes couple photos out of focus? Idk why, it's just become his weird aesthetic with you.

Man's a master of 'flirting, but not flirting.'

Starring at you while you're doing anything, with that lil head tilt and the fucking tongue thing he does.

Knows you have a thing for his hands, and will use it against you.

Although, would you really mind?(I'm going to hell for these posts)

Brutally honest. Like he loves you, but he's still Yoongi.

"Does this make my butt look big?" "Your butt is big." "EXCUSE ME?!" "What? I like your butt."

But also the most supportive boyfriend about even the littlest things, similar to the way he tends to go along with Tae's little bits or dances.

Does not fall for or tolerate those tiktok/text pranks.

"I want a divorce." "🤨we're not married? Also no" "But-" "NO" "okay rude."

Actually has a little box of momentos from dates with you, from ticket stubs and bottle caps to a paper crane made out of a shopping receipt.

Loves it when you fall asleep on him, because it means you feel safe with him (maybe got a teeny bit emotional the first time it happened, but will never admit it).

Has a habit of sniffing you?? Like, idk he just finds your scent really comforting. Always notices when you try a new perfume or shampoo.

Intentionally leaves hoodies at your place in hopes you'll wear them.

♡ chocolate opal ♡

♡ Pairing: boyfriend!yoongi x reader

♡ Summary: While out celebrating your engagement, you hear a drunken confession from your fiance that risks destroying everything you've built together.

♡ Genre: angst/fluff

♡ Word Count: 912

♡ Warnings: strong language

♡ A/N: This was a request for some happy ending angst with either Bang Chan or Yoongi. I went with Yoongi since I don't get requests for him much and I just adore him to pieces.

You haven’t spoken in what might as well be an eternity but the pain in what was said, pain caused by repeating those whiskey-laced words he whispered to his best friend late last night, has settled deep within his bones. They splinter and crack, the rotted core of a once beautiful home now fallen to ruin in a matter of seconds.

It’s almost comforting that you’ve partially turned away from him, a sea separating you across the dining room table. He’s sure that if you were to flutter disappointed lashes in his direction or let out a heartbroken sigh he’d crumble to nothing. “Is it true?” you ask, softly closing your eyes in anticipation of the answer.

The "it" in question is that he’d proposed to you before he felt ready. Eavesdropping had never been the plan when you stepped outside of the restaurant to check on him after he said he needed some air. Namjoon had tailed him out the door so you trusted he was in good hands. Still, what kind of fiance would you be if you didn’t at least peek out to see how he was?

Your peek, quiet with the sole intent of not disrupting whatever bonding moment was occurring between the men, is how you overheard the admission. “What if,” Yoongi mumbled, wavy locks of coal pressed against Namjoon’s shoulder, “What if I’m not ready for this? Maybe having a wife…” You turned back around, seeking shelter from your own little apocalypse in the noise of the crowded restaurant.

Disassociation. It’s the only way you made it through those next few hours. Laughing and smiling, exchanging loving glances that you both knew were a facade, as everyone admired the newly engaged couple. Disassociating your way home, into the shower, and into the darkness of your bedroom where, only once you were sure he was out cold, you cried enough salted tears to make your cheeks raw in the morning. 

“Is it?” you repeat when your question is met with silence. Yoongi straightens his back, clears his throat, cracks his knuckles. “Hmm,” he exhales in a tone that gives the answer away before his lips can, “It is.” With only enough tears left in you to moisten your lower lids, weeping isn’t an option and so you laugh. At him. At yourself. At the 500k diamond ring on your finger that might as well have come out of a cereal box at this point.

Everything that meant anything to you is all just one big joke. You rip the ring off, tossing it across the table. He doesn’t react, not even a little, and that drives the knife in your back straight through your heart. You're bleeding out. Why can’t he see that? How can’t he see that? Would it even matter if he did? Choosing not to stick around to find out, you storm off towards the bedroom to gather a few things of yours.

Nothing major. Just enough to hold you over at a hotel for a few nights while you pieced together the ruins of your shattered heart. At least, it’s what you would’ve done if Yoongi didn’t have his fingers wrapped around your wrist, refusing to let you take another step. “Put it back on” he insists, struggling to slip the ring back onto your resistant fingers. “What for? You don’t want me.”

“I never said that.” “But it’s what you meant! That you don’t want me. That ‘maybe having a wife…’” Yoongi’s up from his chair in an instant, your wrist still in his hand, his body close enough to yours that your noise nearly brush. His eyes gleam like polished chocolate opal, as close to crying as you’ve ever seen him. “That maybe having a wife isn’t meant for people like me. Maybe I will only fail her.”

Yoongi sets you loose, the ring clinking onto the pristine marble floor. “Maybe,” he sighs, warming your cheeks with his palms, “I’m too broken for her. But you know what Joon told me?” “What?” “Shut the fuck up and stop being an idiot before you miss out on the best thing that’s ever happened to you.” The laughter that escapes you this time is genuine and, strangely enough, your body suddenly finds the tears to shed. Yoongi dries them with his sleeves, “Sounds like something he’d say doesn’t it?” “Yeah, it does actually.”

The pain leaving his bones at the sweetness of your laughter, he retrieves the ring once more, remaining on one knee, hands trembling as much as the first time he asked. “I'm sorry I hurt you. I didn't mean to, I just...I do feel broken sometimes but I’m never more whole than when I’m with you so please will you marry me…still?”

Easing down onto your knees so that you’re at eye level once more, you kiss him like you never have before. “You aren’t broken, Min Yoongi and you won’t fail me. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me too.” Yoongi smiles, taking your hand and returning the ring to its rightful place, “I love you…but if you ever throw this at me again I’ll glue it on in your sleep.”

You roll your eyes, pushing yourself back onto your feet, “I love you too but there won’t be a next time, okay?” “Okay,” he says, four letters encompassing the pages of love notes he holds for you in his heart. Four letters magically conveying that there won’t be a next time because he trusts what he hasn’t been able to with any woman before you. That he’s sincerely and truly loved.

boyfriend drabbles (pt.16)

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: the one where you can’t sleep, but jungkook is there to soothe you

word count: 500+

boyfriend drabbles masterlist!

You’re tossing and turning beside Jungkook restlessly, your boyfriend fast asleep, soft snores coming from his mouth.

It’s 4am in the morning and you’ve taken every sort of substance possible to make you fall asleep, from a warm glass of milk to melatonin, somehow your body is wide awake.

You don’t dare to wake Jungkook up, he was clearly exhausted from a long day of rehearsals, boxing lessons, and his two hour long live with army at the end of the day.

But you’re so desperate to fall asleep, even though you had no schedule planned for tomorrow, it was exhausting having to lay in bed for almost four hours already and not yet being asleep.

“Sorry Bam,” You step over the dog’s sleeping body, envying how even the animal can sleep so well while you’re the only one wide awake.

You decide to try out the last idea you had, playing sleep music.

As you reach over to your laptop at the far end of the desk, you accidentally knock over Jungkook’s mini speaker on the edge of the table.

BAAM.

Oh, shit.

The dog that was once sleeping peacefully on the floor jerks awake, standing up immediately and searching for the loud sound.

“Bam, it’s okay, shhh,” You try to calm the startled dog.

“Jagi-ah?” There's a hoarse, low voice coming from your bed, it’s Jungkook, who’s now wide awake.

“It’s okay, I just dropped something, go back to sleep,” You wave off his concern, but your boyfriend has other plans.

“Are you hurt?” Jungkook walks to you, hair messy as he grabs your hands, inspecting them.

“No baby, it’s okay,” You chuckle at his concern, finding it cute that he immediately checked up on you.

“Why are you awake anyways, I was all alone in the bed,”

Jungkook whines, wrapping his arms around your figure as he sniffs the top of your head, a habit he often had when hugging you.

“Couldn’t sleep,” You mumble against his chest, Jungkook pulls away from you and stares at you with a frown on his face.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Didn’t want to wake you up, you had a long day,” You cup his cheeks, smiling fondly at your boyfriend.

“It’s fine if you wake me up, you know that,” Jungkook scolds you, “I’ll end up sleeping with you again anyways,”

“Okay sorry sorry, let’s go to bed now then,” You roll your eyes at his nagging tone

Jungkook suddenly picks you up, tossing you on the bed as you let out a squeal.

“Yah! You can’t do things like that! I got a shock!” You whine, but soon your boyfriend is hovering above you, peppering you with kisses as you giggle under him.

“Oof,” Jungkook’s muscular and heavy body plops on top of you as you groan.

“How are we suppose to sleep like this,” You’re whining under him as he laughs, finally getting off you.

“Come here and cuddle me,” Jungkook pulls your figure to snuggle against his chest, you sigh in content.

“Love you Jagi,” Jungkook whispers against your head as his hands rub your back, soothing you to sleep.

“Love you too,” You mumble out, falling fast asleep in his arms.

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