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bloody-bee-tea · 4 months

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We have to match

This fic was entirely inspired by by this amazing art by @jjks-dodo

The first time it happens, Suguru doesn't know what to do with the present Satoru shoves into his hands.

“It’s not my birthday,” is the first thing out of his mouth, because it’s the first of December, so it’s actually closer to Satoru’s birthday than his own.

“I know that,” Satoru gives back, bouncing on the balls of his feet as if he’s vibrating out of his skin with excitement.

It’s kind of his default state whenever he does something, though, so it doesn’t really clue Suguru in on what’s going on here.

“What is this, then?” Suguru asks, lifting the present slightly. It’s wrapped, though haphazardly so, and Suguru knows that Satoru must have done it himself.

“If you’d unpack it, you’d know,” he snaps out, slightly on edge so this must be important to him.

Still, Suguru can’t help but to want to know more before he unwraps it.

“I’d like to know the occasion first, if you don’t mind.”

He’s wrecking his brain, trying to figure out if he missed some important date, some anniversary he wasn’t aware of–he wouldn’t put it past Satoru to remember the first time they shared a popsicle or something and then make a big deal out of it–but nothing comes to mind.

“It’s Christmas,” Satoru informs him, and it only serves to make Suguru frown harder.

“It’s really not,” he gives back, because it’s December 1st. Christmas is still far away, and it’s not even as if Suguru celebrates it anyway.

He didn’t think Satoru would, either, what with his family and all but clearly he’d been wrong about that.

“But it’s the Advent Season,” Satoru almost whines out, clearly bothered by the fact that Suguru didn’t open his present yet. “Will you just open it already, goddamit.”

Suguru hesitates for a moment longer, mostly just to annoy the hell out of Satoru, but he sees how the bouncing slows down, sees how Satoru worries the hem of his sleeves with his fingers and Suguru just knows that this is important to him, no matter what is in the present.

It’s important enough to Satoru to make him nervous about this and Suguru doesn’t have it in him to let him wait longer.

“Fine, fine, relax, would you,” he mutters, even as he rips the paper wrapping apart and he momentarily goes still when he finds a sweater.

A Christmas sweater to be precise.

It’s red and green with little reindeers all over and it’s kind of hideous if Suguru were to be honest, but he can’t be. Not when Satoru looks at him with so much expectation written on his face.

“Thanks?” Suguru finally manages to say, still unsure what he’s supposed to do with this, when Satoru suddenly whips out a matching sweater.

“The time leading up to Christmas is the best time and we’ll have to match, so I got you that one to match mine,” he excitedly says, clearly reassured by the fact that Suguru didn’t immediately throw the sweater in his face.

“We have to match,” Suguru repeats slowly, and the corners of his mouth twitch when Satoru nods vigorously, making his hair flop around.

When a strand gets stuck in Satoru’s eyelashes, Suguru reaches out without thought to push it away. He briefly feels panic lick up his throat when Satoru goes still under his fingers, but Suguru pretends as if nothing happens and takes his hand back as if it didn’t mean anything.

“You sure you got my size right?” he asks to break the weird tension between them and it’s enough to jolt Satoru back into action, though he can’t quite hide the faint blush on his face.

“A size bigger than me, because of your stupidly huge shoulders,” he huffs out and Suguru laughs.

“I keep telling you, if you’d actually train like at least once a weak you wouldn’t be all noodle-limbed.”

“I’m not noodle-limbed!” Satoru huffs and puffs with outrage and Suguru laughs even louder.

They both know it’s not true anyway; Satoru is good enough at hand-to-hand combat to best just about everyone they know, except, of course, Suguru.

“If you and your stupidly jacked arms rip this sweater apart, I’m not getting you a new one,” Satoru hisses at him when Suguru takes of the shirt he’s currently wearing to try the sweater on.

It’s a nice thought, not having to wear this hideous thing, but Suguru just knows that for all his faked outrage Satoru would be devastated and Suguru couldn’t stand it. So he slips into the sweater and lets out a relieved little sigh when it actually fits him.

He only feels slightly stupid when he turns around and he gives a pointed look at Satoru’s own shirt.

“Where’s yours then,” he wants to know and Satoru lights up like a Christmas tree.

“I have it right here, wait,” he rushes out, magicking out a second sweater from god-knows-where and he slips it on without hesitation. “Now we match,” he laughs out, bright and happy and for that alone Suguru would wear much worse things than a stupid, cute, matching Christmas sweater.

~*~*~

The second time it happens, Suguru is kind of expecting it. He knows Satoru too well to think he’d let something like this go, would only do it for one year and so when Satoru hands him a slightly better wrapped present, he accepts it without complaint.

“Cutting it a little bit close, huh?” he asks, because it’s already late in the night of the first of December and it’s not like Satoru to miss out on even a day of this.

Last year he made Suguru wear the sweater almost constantly, only allowing him to take it off to get it washed and for missions and so for him to almost miss an entire day is uncharacteristic.

“Yeah, well–” Satoru trails off, clutching his jacket more tightly around himself and Suguru narrows his eyes at him.

“What did you do?” he wants to know because it’s clear as day that Satoru is up to something.

“Nothing,” Satoru easily gives back, too fast and too smooth and Suguru’s fingers still on the paper.

“I don’t think I want this anymore,” he says, shoving the parcel into Satoru’s chest who shoves it right back.

“You have to, though Suguru, we have to match, remember?”

“I’m not so sure I want to match with you anymore,” Suguru lies straight through his teeth and a painful stab of regret is all he gets for his trouble when hurt briefly flashes over Satoru’s face.

“But–it’s tradition, right?” Satoru asks and Suguru shakes his head.

“One year doesn’t make a tradition, Satoru,” he tells him, though he does get back to unwrapping the sweater.

This one is thankfully only red as far as Suguru can see so far, and so that already makes it better than the last one, at least in Suguru’s opinion.

That thought only holds for as long as he needs to fully unfold the sweater though, because of course it wouldn’t be that easy, not when it comes to Satoru.

The words ‘I’m the naughty one’ are stitched into the front in white and Suguru lowers it just enough to be able to glare at Satoru.

“What the hell is this?” he demands to know only for Satoru to grin brightly at him as he takes off his jacket, revealing a matching red sweater underneath it.

Except his says ‘I’m the nice one’.

“Absolutely not,” Suguru whispers under his breath, even as Satoru laughs right in his face in his glee but he gets the wind knocked out of him when Suguru throws his own sweater in Satoru’s face and then uses that moment of distraction to tackle him to the bed.

“Absolutely not!” Suguru repeats louder this time and starts to wrestle Satoru out of the sweater.

“Hey, hey, what are you doing, Suguru,” Satoru shrieks out, laughing so hard he can barely breathe when Suguru tries to distract him by tickling him but even like this it takes him a long time to finally, finally get Satoru out of the sweater.

“If one of us is the naughty one, it’s you,” Suguru pants out, sitting across Satoru’s legs and looking down at him, his hair falling around his face, bun having come undone somewhere in their tousle.

“But everyone expects that,” Satoru pouts at him, still breathing hard from screaming and laughing and his face is flushed red.

He’s absolutely beautiful.

“And besides, don’t act as if you don’t encourage me at every turn,” he adds and it’s not as if Suguru can even deny that.

Enabling Satoru is a bit of a bad habit of his but not everyone needs to know that.

“Do not,” he says, just to be contrary, and pulls the ‘I’m the nice one’ sweater over his head, so that there’s no chance of Satoru taking it back.

He stills when it settles around him.

“That’s my size,” he says, fixing Satoru with his eyes and Satoru blinks up at him.

“We have the same size?” he tries, even though they both know that’s bullshit and Suguru proves it to him by reaching for the naughty sweater and checking the size there.

“This one is one size smaller, though,” Suguru says and shoves the sweater almost into Satoru’s face.

“My mistake,” Satoru says, still not able to admit that he did this on purpose it seems and there’s only one possible punishment for that.

Suguru flops down on top of him.

“Uff, you oaf, don’t you know you’re heavy as fuck?” Satoru breathes out but his attempts at pushing Suguru off are half-hearted at best.

“I’m also tired as hell,” Suguru easily gives back and dares to nuzzle his face into the crook of Satoru’s neck. “I think I might sleep right here.”

“Hey, hey, Suguru!” Satoru squeaks out, though of course he’d never admit to that and Suguru huffs out a laugh.

Satoru is warm under him and kind of poky with his sharp edges but it’s the single most comfortable position Suguru has been in, simply because it’s Satoru, and soon enough he really gets sleepy.

“‘m gonna sleep now,” he whispers out and the last thing he knows is how Satoru scratches at his scalp as he breathes out a soft “Okay”.

~*~*~

Suguru is already holding his hands out when Satoru steps into the room.

“Let’s see what horrible thing you brought this time,” he says, making grabby hands at Satoru, who seems to have frozen right in the doorway.

“Uhm,” Satoru says, looking down at the present in his hands before he looks back up at Suguru.

He’s more nervous than he was even the first time he did this and it instantly puts Suguru on edge.

“Is it that hideous?” he wants to know, simply snatching the present out of Satoru’s hand, who tries to get it back but ultimately fails because he still can’t best Suguru when it comes to anything even resembling close combat.

“I just–” Satoru cuts himself off, clearly unsure of himself and Suguru fights the urge to soothe his nerves.

He fails miserably, because he always does when it comes to Satoru.

“You want me to give it back?” he asks, offering the present to Satoru, who doesn’t reach out for it. “If you don’t want to, we can skip this year,” Suguru goes on, even though it’s clear that some part of Satoru at least must want because he did get the sweater after all.

“No, it’s just–you might hate it.”

Satoru hasn’t been that unsure since the very first week of them knowing each other and Suguru hates it with a passion.

“Why would I?” he carefully asks but Satoru only shrugs. “Can I unwrap it?”

“Sure. Just remember that it doesn’t–you don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to.”

Of course I want to sits at the tip of his tongue, but Suguru bites it back. It’s not going to help if he reassures Satoru with meaningless words right now, so instead of saying that he busies himself with unwrapping this year's sweater.

This one is green for a change but by now Suguru knows to wait until he sees the front before he forms his decision on this, so he quickly unfolds it, holding it out in front of him.

In stark white it says ‘Family Christmas’ on the front and Suguru is glad that the sweater is hiding his face for the moment because to think that Satoru was nervous about this hurts him acutely.

“You hate it,” Satoru grumbles when Suguru takes a moment too long to say something. “I knew you’d hate it, that was such a dumb idea,” he goes on, his voice barely above a whisper and Suguru lowers the sweater so fast, Satoru flinches.

“Of course you’re my family, you idiot,” Suguru breathes out, instantly honing in on what made Satoru so nervous because he knows him after all. “It’s a great sweater.”

“It–is?” Satoru wants to know, clearly still not convinced and Suguru doesn’t hesitate to slide it over his shirt.

“Of course it is,” he vehemently says, because it is.

Satoru doesn’t quite seem convinced though, so Suguru pulls him into a hug.

“You are my family, idiot,” he says, more fondly than maybe necessary, but Satoru doesn’t call him out on it and instead slings his arms around him.

“You sure?”

“I’ve been wearing stupid matching Christmas sweaters with you for the past two years, you really think I would do that for just anybody?”

Satoru doesn’t need to know that that really has nothing to do with being family and all with Suguru being stupidly in love with him. At least not yet.

Though a plan is slowly starting to take form in Suguru’s mind.

“I should hope not, actually,” Satoru gives back and Suguru rests his head on top of Satoru’s.

He doesn’t move away, and he doesn’t protest about the hug as much as he normally does–however feigned his protest usually is–and so Suguru knows that this really means a lot to him.

It means a lot to him, too, and so he’s more than content to stay right where he is.

~*~*~

Suguru barges into Satoru’s room at the tail end of the last day of November.

“I’ve got a present for you!” he calls out, throwing the wrapped gift right into Satoru’s face when he’s not quick enough to sit up and catch it.

Nerves are licking up Suguru’s spine but like this he can’t talk himself out of it. Not again. He talked himself out of it so often during the last year–years, really–and he thinks it’s time that one of them man’s up. He thinks he knows what Satoru’s answer is going to be, has seen it in the lingering stares, has felt it in the prolonged touches but there’s still that small chance that it’s all just because Satoru sees him as family.

As just family, and nothing more.

“What’s this?” Satoru wants to know, turning the present in his hands and Suguru rolls his eyes at him.

“If you’d open it, you’d know,” he shoots back, not sitting down next to Satoru because he needs to be able to read Suguru’s own sweater once he unpacked his.

It doesn’t help with the nerves, when Satoru has to look up at him like that, though.

“Is this–a sweater?” Satoru asks, squeezing the package in his hands. “Did you get me a Christmas sweater?” He almost sounds accusing and Suguru raises an eyebrow at him.

“What? You can do it, but I can’t?”

“But I have ours picked out already!”

“Yeah, well, shucks. It’s my turn, this year,” Suguru decides and he closes Satoru’s mouth when it drops open.

“Wow, didn’t know you could be so rude,” he mutters, Suguru’s hand still under his chin and Suguru gives him his best grin.

“I learned from the best. Now, if you would?”

“Now, if you would,” Satoru repeats mockingly under his breath, but he does rip into the paper, quickly unveiling the sweater.

At first glance it’s simply red, but of course there’s something written on the front and Suguru’s heart beats in his chest.

“I have everything I want for Christmas,” Satoru reads out loud and Suguru can see the frown on his face. “That’s not even funny, Suguru,” he then whines out, turning his gaze back to Suguru, who feels as if he could die on the spot.

His mouth his dry, his heart is beating so fast he’s afraid it might jump right out of his chest and the butterflies in his stomach make him a little bit sick.

“It’s not supposed to be funny,” he still somehow gets out as he opens his jacket and shows Satoru the matching sweater he’s wearing.

It’s green and the words “It’s me, I’m everything” are written on the front.

Suguru watches how Satoru’s eyes go wide as he slowly takes in the words and he knows it’s all going to be fine when Satoru blushes a furious red.

“What does that mean? Suguru, what does that mean?” he demands to know, almost shouting out the words in his urgency and Suguru smiles at him.

“Take an educated guess,” he replies, though he doesn’t torture Satoru–or himself–any longer.

He bends down, briefly pressing his lips to Satoru’s to make it abundantly clear just what this all means and he knows Satoru finally goes with the program when his hands fly up to tangle in Suguru’s sweater, keeping him right where he is, keeping him close.

“Does that mean I don’t get any other Christmas presents this year?” Satoru pouts out, though Suguru can see how his eyes shine with happiness.

He leans in to taste that smile once more.

“Maybe if you’re being good, I have one or two for you,” he breathes out, and this time it’s Satoru who leans in for a kiss.

“But everyone knows I’m the naughty one,” Satoru mutters against his lips and Suguru laughs.

Satoru steals the sound right from his lips.

“Maybe I’ll part with that sweater just this once,” Suguru muses but Satoru shakes his head.

“Not a chance in hell, we’re never going to take these ones off. I love you.”

Trust Satoru to still be the first one to say it, Suguru fondly thinks as he’s almost drowning in his love.

“I love you,” he quickly gives back, peppering Satoru’s face with kisses until he’s laughing with happiness.

“I want everyone to know,” Satoru eventually says, once they are cuddled close on the bed and Suguru snorts out a laugh.

“Kind of inevitable if you don’t want to take that sweater off ever again,” he gives back and Satoru beams at him.

“Best way to tell everyone. Best way to tell me, actually, “he adds after a moment and Suguru simply has to kiss him again.

“Thought you might like it,” Suguru nods, pulling Satoru closer. “Glad you like it.”

“Love it,” Satoru immediately corrects him. “Just like I love you.”

“Love you, too,” Suguru mutters, getting sleepy now that all the adrenaline is out of his system and he’s warm and cozy in bed, with the love of his life safely in his arms.

He nuzzles his face against Satoru’s shoulder and breathes one more kiss on his skin before sleep slowly drags him under.

The last thing he hears his a muttered “You think there are sweaters for proposing?” and Suguru falls asleep with a smile on his face.

He really wouldn’t mind a sweater like that.

#bt writes #jjk #satosugu #stsg #getting together #love confessions #first kiss #fluff #humor #christmas sweater #cuddling and snuggling

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hour-once-operation · 10 days

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#HarryPotter #identity v #中村静香 #tma #cuddling #black moodboard #sexy peachy bum 🍑#asian #sissy and slave #glow up #layouts #ethan dolan #leigh bardugo #gatiss wednesday #bts wallpaper

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vinetae · 1 year

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Sleepless Hours - JJK

summary: sharing a bed wasn't the easiest thing for Jungkook. Especially when it's sleeping next to Namjoon's friend... AKA, his crush..

Genre: Fluff, Smut, comedy, F2L, Only one bed trope

Warnings: cute talks and cuddles. More cuddles. Jimin's a cockblock. Mentions of Jungkook's dick once- no. Twice. Dummies in love, late night talks and cuddles.

A/n: Smut update because someone tagged this sad excuse for a oneshot in their masterlist recs. Actually I took the banner pic lol. So aestheticccc. Maybe I wrote a whole fanfic just for the purpose of sharing this pic

Maybe I didn't. You'll never know.

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Your hand pushes down onto the hotel's door, sliding the keyboard back to Jungkook's hand once he sets all the bags down. You chuckle, as Jimin shuts the door behind you three.

"You know, I could've carried my own stuff, Kook." He smiles, shaking his head. "Nah, nah. I needed the workout."

Your eyes roll, as you begin to unpack you things. Namjoon had invited you to the LA tour with him, not knowing that girlfriend had been wanting to go too. So, Jungkook ended up buying you an extra ticket, ironically sat right beside him. And when you had to figure out sleeping arrangements, Jungkook kept you tight and close. Suggesting that you could bunk with him and Jimin in their hotel room for the trip since Namjoon's girlfriend had been wanting some.. alone time with her spouse. *So to say*..

You reach up to pop your back, groaning from exhaustion. "So," you shake your head, along with your body to rid itself of the sleepiness. "Who's sleeping where?"

They both share a similar look, eyebrows raising. Jungkook speaks up. "Oh.. we didn't really think about that.."

Your arms cross playfully, slinging your clean clothes across your arm, planning on heading into the shower once their Vlive starts. The walls had been pretty thick, so you're almost positive the fans wouldn't be able to hear water running. If they had, jimin said he could say that Hobi's shower hadn't been working and just decided to crash with them for the night.

Jungkook takes a glance around the room, watching as you're quick to pull out the sofa bed in one go. You straighten up, dusting your hands off as if they had been dirty. "What?" You ask, head tilting at his surprised look.

He shakes his head. "Nothing it's just.."

Jimin cuts in, popping a small French fry into his mouth. "He thinks it's hot."

Your lips curve into a smile, shrugging. "Well it's winter right now but.. it might get a little hot later if we leave the A/C off." Jungkook chuckles at your overlook of his Hyung's comment, grabbing the phone to start and order some food.

Jimin rolled his eyes, chuckling under his breath at your obvious miss of his hint.

—-

Jungkook thanking the man, before letting you know it had been safe to come out of hiding from the barn-doored bathroom. He sets the delivery bags down, locking the door behind himself.

"Oh uhm- Y/n if you can go ahead and eat that'd be great." He comments, while Jimin's already on the floor, using the little move-able foot stool as a table.

You nod, grabbing some of your things to eat at the table alone while the two boys had set everything for the live.

They sure did love their fans, you thought. A smile tugging your lips as you begin to dig in.

—-

Your hands come to reach upwards, removing the last bit of clothing before stepping into the fogged up shower. It had been one of the luxurious showers you'd have ever taken. A gold nob and handles on the side, with stone marble tiles and flooring. LED lights rimmed the crystal clear reflection in the mirror, making it seem as if it had almost been a portal of some sort.

Yeah, a portal to richness.

Once you heard the two boys bidding a farewell to the stream, you walk out of the bathroom sporting a button up loose flannel, with some knee cut shorts. Jungkook's head turns from the side to admire your attire.

"Wow.."

You chuckle silently, taking a seat over by the table as to not cause any disturbance.

Too late.

Jungkook's cock was now harder than learning English. His eyes followed up the trails and dips of your thighs, before settling on the sculpture of your entire shown frame. Anything he could see, he basked in. Anything of yours, he practically wished he could have between his lips.

It wasn't until Jimin had to stab at his leg under the table non-chalantly, acting as if he'd been trying to read the comments that had been speeding by. Jungkook flinches, eyes trying to focus on what had been on hand here. His hand comes to reach for a pillow, using it to lean on for the live. When in actuality, it had been concealing how much he really liked you.

—-

You sigh, flopping to the back of the couch, as the two boys stayed flat on the floor, continuing to eat the rest of their delivered rice and Jajangmyeon noodles. Jungkook sat between the space just in front of your legs… on accident.

Or so he had claimed.

When in reality, he'd been using the sneakiest tactics to try and slowly lean further and further against your thighs without you noticing.

You had. Obviously.

Your mouth gaps, letting a large yawn escape. Eyes lulling shut, playing a mental game of 'sleep no sleep'. You lay back onto the pull out sofa bed, snuggling into the comfort of it's cozy sheet set. Once the two had been done eating their meals, they started to clean up. Careful as to not disturb your half asleep figure. Jimin leans close to jungkook while washing the beer Glas he'd been drinking from during dinner.

"So, you sleeping there with her?" Jungkook nods, setting one more glass into the sink for his Hyung to wash. Jimin's eyes glance towards your sleepy self, chuckling.

"Do I need to go ask if I can sleep with Hoseok?" Jungkook's cheeks redden, shrugging.

"No no, I'm kidding. No, you can stay, Hyung. I'm really tired anyways." Jimin's eyebrow quirks, not truly believing his younger brother-figure, but is too exhausted from the long flight to even care at this point.

Once Jimin's done with the dishes, he makes his way towards the king suite bedroom, shutting the door behind himself.

Jungkook turns to the side, startled by your sat up and perked figure.

"Hey." You shyly comment, as he's making his way towards the bed, fixing some of the sheets.

"Hey" he mirrors, before making his way to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, he returns, prepped and ready for a goodnight sleep. Well.. what he thought he'd have a good night sleep in.

Turns out, you're a huge bed hog. Twisting over to the opposite side, snatching away 92% of his comforter. He rolls to your side, gently leaning over your body to shake you awake.

"Y/n.." he softly calls out.

"Y/n.." a little louder.

Then,

"Y/N! He yelps, sighing in frustration from your lack of response.

Alright then. You were a heavy sleeper as well.

His hand comes to lightly graze your shoulder, trying once more to calmly wake you. Your body rolls onto it's back, as your begin to let out little snores.

Cute, Jungkook thought.

He tugs the blanket a bit more, trying to get comfortable on his back, letting out a relaxed sigh.

Until an arm hits him in the face.

Sitting up, he's quick to assess the room, chuckling from seeing that it had been your arm. Not some crazy fan trying to kidnap him.

He lays back down once again, shuffling with the paper-like sheets before finally finding a comfortable position. As his eyes are finally being able to drift to dreamland, a figure wraps itself around his midsection. Legs tangling up in his, on their own. His eyes peep open, head turning to the side to smile at your cute position. Face nuzzle into his side, digging its way to move his arm up and around you.

Yet, you had still remained completely unconscious.

"Jeez, Y/n.. you could sleep through a zombie apocalypse, huh?" He chuckles.

You nod, "mhm".

His eyes widen, lowering his head to sleep that you'd been completely awake and aware now. Eyes drawing into his, as your arms come around to pull him your body closer.

Ohhh shit.

There goes his dick again.

"I-I.. didn't know you were awake.." Your lips tug into smile, lifting your head to rest it on the crease of his shoulder. Eyes doe-like and wide, gazing into his own.

The world seemed to stand still. Not a sound was to made. A breath to be exhaled. As if it has just been you and hi-

"Jungkook I asked if I was needing to go sleep with Hobi tonight.." Jimin chuckles, throwing a pillow to your side of the bed. Before you know it, you're squished between the two very differentiating men. Jungkook's arm wrapped around your body to keep your close to him, as Jimin laid to the side of you, turned to face the brightly lit window's nightly glow.

Jungkook's head lifts to glance over to Jimin. "Uh- Hyung, I thought you were sleeping in the king bed."

Jimin chuckles, turning to face Jungkook, as you pull yourself closer into his embrace. Jimin's lips fall quietly, as he calmly speaks.

"Namjoon said he doesn't trust you with his friend." Jungkook faints a hurt expression, gasping.

"Me? Why not?"

Jimin's eyebrows wiggle, eyes quickly taking a glance to Jungkook's prominent cock poking through the sheets.

"Oh, I don't know. Just a guess."

Jimin laughs softly, before rolling over to rhe middle, scooting in between the two of you. You sigh, lightly hitting at Jimin's shoulder, making him smile.

"Abuse me all you want. I'm not letting there be any baby Kookies running around anytime soon."

With this, you and Jungkook both decide in unanimously giving up after ten minutes of try to persuade his hyung, who'd been stone cold.

And Jungkook had still been stone hard.

Settling for falling asleep while holding hands across Jimin's lightly snoring body.

Letting sleep consume the three of you in a peaceful manner.

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It's 2am, I'm going to sleep lol.

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sopekooks · 3 months

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141/638 days of missing yoongi

#froggy :]#i need to cuddle him for mental health reasons #yoongi #bts #domy

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raplinenthusiasts · 1 year

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#JINDAY

best moments are happy moments

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY <3 #i just hope he's getting all the love and hugs and cuddles today #kim seokjin #seokjinedit #bts #btsgif #dailybts #dailybangtan #ot7 #*mine #ksj #jinday #i hate compilations #but i love him

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97luvs · 1 year

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he’s just a little cuddly guy!

#that’s all he wants #some cuddles #also the glasses #the glasses that had all of us THIRSTY #BUT he looks so cute here 🥹#bts jungkook #jungkook fluff #jungkook imagine #bangtan #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook photo folio #jungkook smut #jungkook nose #jungkook icons #bts

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dontworrymochi · 1 year

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#his jungkookie #min yoongi #yoongi fanart #bts fanart #jungkook fanart #dontworrymochi #i'm still crying over the fact yg has photos cuddling with a kitty on his phone #will never get over that!!#and kookie shining so bright at the world cup #i feel so proud of him

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nyommie · 1 year

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in bed, the kiss but make it sope

#sope #bts sope #sope fanart #bts fanart #bts #yoonseok #yoonseok fanart #cuddles #boyfriends #fluff #fanart

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scarefox · 23 days

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posting this again for the unhinged glory of it all

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all the Boys Journey crossover kisses

#still salty they cut the kisses out of the actual episode but grateful for them still handing them out in the BTS #pit babe the series #pit babe polycule #cuddle cast #boys journey #Youtube

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Title: To Be Loved By

Pairing: Min Yoongi/Reader

Summary: Reader takes the day off because of period pain and Yoongi leaves work to comfort and take care of her.

Word Count: 865

Yoongi calls you moments after you enter his apartment. You thought this might happen because even after a year and a half of dating you rarely come over without telling him. After removing your shoes you slide your thumb across the screen to answer his call.

“Are you okay?” He asks without greeting as you walk further into his apartment.

“I took the day off because I’m not feeling great. Don’t worry I’m okay, it's not that bad.” You want to lie and say you’re completely fine but he would scold you if he found out that wasn’t true. “I’d rather be here. Yeonjun doesn’t understand.”

Living in an apartment with another man would surely be a problem for most other couples. Yoongi doesn’t seem to understand why so it’s worked greatly in your favor. He doesn’t see Yeonjun as a threat, which is exactly how it should be.

There are times when you think you should just stop being stubborn and move in with Yoongi but somehow it never feels like the right time. That feels so serious despite how much you love him.

“Okay, let me know if you need anything. I’ll be home in a few hours.” He says, then pauses. In the background you can hear one of his company's producers speaking to someone else. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Don’t worry about me. Work on your song. Bye.”

Before he can get another word in you end the call. You walk straight to Yoongi’s bedroom and strip out of your clothes. You opt for your own sweats that you left here last week and one of Yoongi’s soft oversized white shirts. You tie your hair into a bun with one of his hair ties he left on his dresser.

You curl up on Yoongi’s bed under the blankets, thankful for how warm it already is. Being surrounded by Yoongi’s scent is always comforting. It’s like a hug from him even when he’s not here. Your eyes slide shut hoping to fall asleep to stop feeling the incessant cramping brought on by mother nature’s worst gift.

Purring near your chest makes you open your eyes. The black cat you adopted with Yoongi a few months ago is cuddling against you. You stroke Sugar’s soft fur as you bring your knees to your chest. It won’t relieve your pain but it’ll certainly make it easier to handle. You drift off to sleep holding your sweet cat.

“Are you taking care of our girl, Sugar?” Yoongi’s voice is the first thing you hear when you wake up. He is standing in front of you with a heating pack in hand. “I couldn’t focus thinking of you home alone not feeling well.”

“I’ve had my period once a month for 15 years. I think I can handle it.”

Yoongi frowns while he joins you on the bed. He reaches his hand under the blanket and lifts your shirt. Yoongi holds the heating pack against your stomach then leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. The heat pack feels nice against your skin. He always knows just how hot to make it so it’s comfortable.

“I know you can handle it, but why should you do it alone if you don’t need to.” Yoongi shifts into a more comfortable position as he speaks.

Sugar stretches before moving to the end of the bed. She’s always liked you better no matter what your boyfriend thinks. Yoongi comes closer to you settling in with his hand still holding the heat pack for you.

Your boyfriend snuggles his head into your neck leaving soft kisses and tickling you with his long hair. Your heart sings knowing he left work because he wanted to comfort you.

He pulls away to turn the TV on and without asking puts on your favorite movie. Matilda is a film you can watch a million times and never get tired of. Yoongi pulls you against his chest and runs his hand over the hair that isn’t tied up as the opening begins.

You take the hair tie out allowing him more access to run his fingers through your dark strands. He plays with your hair as he watches the movie you both have memorized at this point. Cuddling against Yoongi makes you feel wonders better. It’s amazing what a little love can do.

When the hot pack goes cold Yoongi applies pressure with his hand. Rubbing your soft skin without saying a word. Every once in a while he leans over to press his lips to your forehead. You don’t think you could ever get tired of his soft lips grazing your skin.

You fall asleep to the familiar sound of Yoongi’s heart beating with your arm wrapped around his middle. There’s nowhere quite as safe as his arms.

“Jagi, I ordered food. Come eat.” Yoongi calls waking you from your slumber.

You scoop Sugar off of the bed after standing. She purrs as you press her soft fur to your face. You are very grateful you found a cuddly cat.

Yoongi is setting out the fried chicken looking like a domestic dream. How did you get so lucky?

#bts fanfic #min yoongi #min yoongi reader #fanfiction #min yoongi fanfiction #min yoongi fanfic #cuddling #fluffy sweetness #fluff #comfort

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darling-imobsessed · 1 year

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I'm devastated

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bloody-bee-tea · 2 months

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IntiMarch 2024 Day 9 - Listen closely

The prompt for this was "Touch me"

Suguru smiles into his book when Satoru walks past the couch and absent-mindedly trails his fingers over Suguru’s shoulders. He’s on the phone, talking to someone and he’s pacing the room. His pacing leads him past Suguru again and again, and every time Satoru reaches out for him to touch him in some way; trailing his fingers over Suguru’s hand, his arm, his shoulder and one time even to pat his head, which made Suguru chuckle and Satoru frown at him.

He still hasn’t noticed what he’s doing and Suguru is not going to tell him.

Satoru gets weirdly self-conscious about these things when they are pointed out to him, even when Suguru reiterates again and again that he doesn’t mind, that he loves it actually, so Suguru bites his tongue.

He enjoys these casual touches way too much to say anything and risk making Satoru stop.

Satoru walks close again, but this time he stops behind the couch, his fingers carding through Suguru’s hair as he listens to something the other person says. Suguru can make out a male voice, but that’s about it and he’s not straining to listen in.

Satoru will tell him who that was or he won’t and Suguru is fine with both.

They have more trust in their relationship than that, so Suguru doesn’t feel the need to pry, even after Satoru hangs up.

What does worry Suguru though is how Satoru stays quiet.

“Everything okay?” he asks after five minutes where Satoru did nothing but play with Suguru’s hair and he knows that something is definitely not right when Satoru jumps as if he has forgotten all about Suguru.

“Everything’s fine,” Satoru still tells him and Suguru makes a face at him to let him know just how unbelievable that sounds. “I have to go out for a while, that okay?” Satoru asks him and Suguru rolls his eyes.

“What am I, your keeper? We have no plans for today, so do whatever you like,” he gives back because it’s not as if they have to be glued to each other all the time.

They both have their own set of friends the other don’t like much, so it’s not unusual for either of them to do anything without the other and the fact that Satoru even has to ask that makes Suguru frown.

“You know you don’t have to ask my permission, right?” he adds on, because something about Satoru has been strange since the phone call.

Satoru is quick to nod his head though he doesn’t seem much happier.

“I just thought–” he trails off. “Never mind.”

“Satoru, if you want to stay, stay,” Suguru says, finally lowering his book completely. “If you want to go, then go. I’ll be here. I intend to finish this book today, so you know where to find me.”

“You don’t even want to know where I’m going?” Satoru asks and Suguru reaches up to untangle Satoru’s fingers from his hair so he can hold his hand.

“Do I have to ask? Do you want to tell me?” Suguru wants to know and Satoru lets out a deep sigh.

“I guess not,” he whispers, but he intertwines their fingers before he leans down to press his cheek to Suguru’s. “You don’t mind that I’m going?”

“I’m starting to think that you might want me to mind,” Suguru sighs out and turns his head to press a kiss to the corner of Satoru’s mouth.

“But you don’t.” There’s no trace of emotion in Satoru’s voice, nothing that lets Suguru know what the right answer to this is, what Satoru wants from him right now and so he simply decides to be honest.

“I don’t,” he agrees and nuzzles Satoru’s cheek.

“Okay,” Satoru gives back and moves away, though not without demanding a real kiss, which Suguru is more than happy to give him. “I’ll be back before dinner.”

“Okay. If not, call me. I don’t want your food to go cold.”

“Fine, fine. You’ve got plans today?”

They just talked about the fact that they both had absolutely no plans until like five minutes ago, but still, Suguru only raises his book in answer.

He does intend to get through it today.

“Alright then, nerd,” Satoru fondly says and tugs on Suguru’s hair playfully. “It’ll be much easier for you to concentrate on that if I’m not here anyway,” he then adds with a crooked smirk and Suguru immediately shakes his head.

“Not true, everything's better when you’re there,” he gives back because it’s the truth and it makes Satoru blush slightly, which is a win in Suguru’s book.

“Shut up,” Satoru half-heartedly mutters but he moves away from Suguru to put on his shoes. “I’ll make dinner, no worries,” he calls back and Suguru looks over to him.

“You’re going to leave, just like that?” he demands to know and stubbornly tilts his head, waiting for a kiss when Satoru only stares at him.

“How demanding,” Satoru chuckles out but he does move back in for that kiss Suguru wants.

“Have fun and be safe,” Suguru says when they part, because he always does when Satoru leaves the house without him even though Satoru only carelessly waves his hand at him.

“Yeah, yeah,” he calls back. “Love you!”

“Love you, too,” Suguru quickly says, but the door closes before the words fully leave his mouth and Suguru sighs.

He’ll have to make sure to tell Satoru again when he comes back, he decides and then busies himself with his book again. The quiet of their apartment is a little bit jarring at first and even though Suguru adjusts to it relatively quickly, he never forgets that Satoru is currently not home.

Suguru always misses him when he’s not there.

~*~*~

Satoru behaved strangely even before he went out, but now that he’s back, something is definitely off.

Suguru had moved his reading to his reading chair eventually, but when Satoru texted him that he’s on his way back–way before dinner–Suguru moved back to the couch, to be in perfect touching proximity for Satoru.

Now Satoru has been home for almost half an hour, and he’s passed the couch and Suguru’s spot on there several times already and not once has he reached out for Suguru.

No trailing fingertips, no hair playing, not even any head pats.

Something is bothering Satoru, Suguru is sure of it.

He gives him one more chance to go back to his usual behaviour before he says something, but when Satoru walks past him yet again without reaching out Suguru puts his book down.

“Satoru,” he calls out and waits for him to turn around to look at him. “What is wrong?”

“Huh?” Satoru mutters, clearly distracted by something but his gaze sharpens when Suguru continues to look at him. “Nothing is wrong.”

“Bullshit,” Suguru gives back, because he knows Satoru better than that. “Something is bothering you. What did I do?”

“Why do you assume it’s something you did?” Satoru wants to know, slowly coming closer to the couch and Suguru waits for him to sit down, but Satoru never does.

“If some random thing is bothering you, you’d still be touchy with me. But it’s been half an hour since you came home and despite a quick kiss you haven’t reached out for me at all, which means that something is wrong with me. Did I upset you?”

It’s an honest question; Satoru sometimes gets so lost in his head, twisting things around that he ends up accusing Suguru for something he never even did and Suguru knows from experience that it’s best to simply ask about it.

Satoru will tell him and then they can figure it out; either Suguru apologises or Satoru realises he was a little bit dumb and way too insecure for Suguru’s liking and then they can go back to their relaxing evening.

“Nothing is wrong,” Satoru says again, probably only to be contrary, and Suguru briefly presses his lips together.

“Fine. Touch me,” he demands, but Satoru stays frozen way too far away from him.

“Huh?”

“If nothing is wrong, then you can touch me. Come on, you like to do it all the time, shouldn’t be hard now, should it?”

It’s a little bit mean Suguru is aware of that, but he can’t help it. It’s not always that easy to get Satoru out of his own head, but this usually does the trick.

Suguru knows that he’s won, too, when Satoru’s fingers twitch and Satoru’s face falls briefly.

“It’s just–my dumb thoughts,” Satoru still tries to shrug him off and immediately Suguru worries.

This must be something serious then, if Satoru doesn’t take the offered chance to talk about it.

“Most of your thoughts are dumb,” Suguru agrees because even when Satoru is not worrying over nothing his thoughts don’t tend to be too mature most of the time and Suguru loves him for it.

To soften his words he stretches himself over the back of the couch, reaching for Satoru’s hand, reaching out for him first.

“Tell me about them anyway.”

Satoru hesitates for a second before he heaves out a sigh and comes around the couch. Suguru readily stretches his legs out on the length of the couch, so Satoru can lay down between them, his head on Suguru’s chest and it’s only when Satoru relaxes that Suguru prods him again.

“What is it, Satoru?” he wants to know, carding his fingers through Satoru’s hair, slipping one hand under his shirt, seeking the warmth of his skin and then he simply waits Satoru out until he’s ready to talk.

Sometimes it takes him a while to gather his thoughts into something coherent and Suguru doesn’t mind giving him that time.

“You’re going to be mad,” Satoru mutters eventually and Suguru bites back a sigh.

“I’m not going to be mad,” he patiently explains to Satoru, “because as long as you talk to me, we can figure it out.”

Satoru falls silent again, though it doesn’t last very long.

“I met with Naoya.”

“Okay,” Suguru simply gives back, though now he can guess where this is going to go.

Naoya is head over heels in love with Satoru and he’s being an absolute douchebag about it, at least to Suguru.

“What did he say?” Suguru still wants to know, because clearly this time Naoya hit a nerve.

“You don’t mind that I meet him?” Satoru wants to know instead of answering Suguru’s question and Suguru cranes his head to press a kiss to the top of Satoru’s head.

“I know he’s in love with you and you know it, too. If you meet with him, I trust that you’re aware enough to not fall for any of his flirting tricks. I can’t say I like the guy, but I know that you’ve known him for a very long time, so why would I mind? I trust you.”

“Or it’s just a convenient excuse for you, because you don’t really care,” Satoru bitterly mutters and now that makes Suguru frown.

“I don’t care? About what?”

“Me. Us. This relationship.”

“Now hold on a minute,” Suguru says and pushes Satoru up so he can look him in the face. “You think I don’t care about you?”

The thought makes his stomach drop out, because how can he have failed so much? How can he have failed to make Satoru understand just how much he loves him?

“Well,” Satoru awkwardly says with a shrug. “I mean–”

Suguru takes a deep breath instead of answering immediately because he’s so mad right now, but at least half of it is directed at himself for failing Satoru in such a way.

“Please explain how you came to that conclusion,” Suguru says, trying to keep his voice even and calm but with the way Satoru’s shoulders almost raise to his ears he knows he’s failing at least somewhat.

“Naoya said it’s obvious,” Satoru mutters out and now that makes Suguru see red, though he still tries to reign it in.

“What did the fucker say?” Suguru bites out and immediately chastises himself even though it makes Satoru smile, if only briefly.

“He said it’s obvious that I care much more about this relationship than you do.”

“And he wants to know that how? It’s not as if he’s living with us and he barely sees us together. I’m curious to know how he came to that conclusion.”

“It’s just–he’s not entirely wrong, I think,” Satoru mumbles though he does reach for Suguru’s hand to soften his words. “I am much more tactile and more vocal about how much I love you, too.”

Suguru already has a thousand things to say to that, but he bites his tongue for now. He can tell that Satoru is not yet done.

“And–he said that you might be in it for the money. I mean, I’m paying for everything, that much is true. It’s not as if you have to worry about rent or anything.”

Suguru takes a deep breath before he speaks.

“Alright, is that it? Or are there any other concerns?” he wants to know and despite everything Satoru flashes him a quick smile.

“He also said that I’m clearly the prettier one, but for that I told him to shut the fuck up.”

“You shouldn’t have,” Suguru immediately says, “because while he spouts a lot of bullshit, he’s definitely right in that regard.”

“Suguru!” Satoru protests but Suguru only rolls his eyes.

“Shut up and get your phone,” he instructs him because the money thing is at least easily disproved.

“What for?” Satoru mutters but does as he was told to do.

“Go into your banking app, check your income. I know you never ever look at it, so do it now.”

Satoru frowns but starts tapping away at his screen and Suguru knows he’s done when his eyes go big.

“You’re sending me money?” he whispers out and Suguru sighs.

“Of course I am. Half of the rent, utilities and groceries. Until we’re married and have a shared account it will stay that way.”

“‘Until we’re married’?” Satoru breathes out and Suguru hates how much disbelief he can detect in his voice. “Not if?”

“Never if,” Suguru decidedly says and leans forward to capture Satoru’s face in his hands. “You’re it for me. Of course I’m going to marry you eventually. That’s not even a question for me.”

Satoru seems honestly shocked by that and Suguru really wonders just where he went wrong to make Satoru doubt them like that.

“Satoru, I love you. I love you so much, you have to know that. And I’m definitely not in it for the money, as you can see,” Suguru says with a nod towards the phone.

“Okay,” Satoru says, as if it’s as easy as that and Suguru knows that he would let it go now, but Suguru goes on. If they let it be at this then these thoughts will rear their ugly heads every once in a while and Suguru is not going to take that chance. Still, comfort over explanation, Suguru thinks.

“Come back here, please,” he quietly says and makes grabby hands at Satoru, who easily lays down on top of Suguru again.

“I’m sorry for being stupid,” Satoru mutters as he goes heavy on top of Satoru again.

“It’s okay to have concerns and to wonder about things,” Suguru tells him as he goes back to carding his fingers through Satoru’s hair. “But I need you to know that I care very much about you and this relationship. We just express it differently.”

“How so?” Satoru wonders, though he doesn’t tense up, stays soft and malleable on Suguru and Suguru loves him so much it sometimes feels as if he’s going to burst apart with it.

He wishes he could let Satoru feel that.

“You are very tactile,” Suguru starts with, “that much is clear. But I don’t think you’re more tactile than me. You just initiate it first, you’re more forward with it. But have I ever pushed you away? Moved out of the way, or otherwise let you feel as if your touch isn’t welcome?”

Satoru thinks about his question for a moment.

“You have a reading chair,” is what Satoru finally says and it’s so out of left field that Suguru frowns.

“Yeah?” He’s not quite sure what Satoru is on about.

“You have a chair completely, wholly dedicated to reading in it and yet you always end up here, on the couch, and then you complain about how much your back hurts and yet you’re back in that spot the next day.”

Well, when Satoru says it like that it almost sounds embarrassing.

“And what conclusion do you draw from that?” Suguru wants to know, though he can tell that Satoru has figured it out already.

“You sit there, because I reach out for you every time I walk past when I go somewhere in the apartment. And it wouldn’t be possible if you sat in the chair.”

“Exactly,” Suguru breathes out and buries his face in Satoru’s hair. “It’s the reason I knew something was wrong, too, because you passed me several times without touching me and I can’t say I like that very much.”

“I never realised,” Satoru mutters, sounding far away and Suguru bets his life on the fact that he’s running through as many of their moments together as he can. It doesn’t worry Suguru, because he knows that Satoru will only see just how much Suguru craves this contact, too.

He gives Satoru another few minutes before he speaks up again.

“I express my love for you just as often as you do, as well. I just don’t always use the same words. I mean ‘I love you’ whenever I tell you to be safe when you leave. I mean ‘I love you’ when I ask you to text me so your dinner won’t get cold. I mean ‘I love you’ when I ask you to rest, when I banter with you, when I egg you on, when I join you in your shenanigans. I might not always use those exact three words, but I always, always mean it.”

“I see,” Satoru breathes out and rubs his face against Suguru’s chest. “I’m sorry for being stupid,” he says again and Suguru sighs.

“You’re not stupid, so don’t apologise. Just know that I love you, that I care about you, us, this relationship just as much as you do. And then prepare to say yes when I’m going to ask you to marry me.”

“You really will?” Satoru asks, turning his head so he’s able to look at Suguru and it takes Suguru’s breath away, how beautiful he is.

“I really, really will. I have the ring already.”

It was supposed to be a surprise but Suguru guesses it can’t hurt to say this now.

“Ask me now, then,” Satoru demands, his eyes sparkling with excitement but Suguru shakes his head.

“Not a chance. I’m going to catch you off guard,” Suguru promises him and Satoru laughs.

“I won’t be able to think about anything else from now on.”

“And I will wait until you finally do and then I’ll hit you with it,” he softly gives back and pushes Satoru’s bangs out of his face.

“Okay, deal,” Satoru agrees and nuzzles into Suguru’s hand. “I can’t wait.”

“I love you,” Suguru says, dropping a kiss to the tip of Satoru’s nose.

He vows to say it more often now, just so that Satoru can be sure that he really means it.

“I love you, too. And I promise I’m not going to listen to Naoya anymore from now on.”

That makes Suguru laugh and Satoru shakes with it.

“Please,” he agrees, because listening to Naoya is such a bad idea in the first place. “And if any other doubts come up, you talk to me instead of keeping it all bottled up.”

“Fair enough,” Satoru hums out and stretches himself to bring their lips together. “Dinner still on?”

“We’re ordering in, there’s no way I’m getting up now to prepare it,” Suguru decides, because he’s perfectly happy and content right where they are and he’s not going to make Satoru get up.

“Sounds good,” Satoru easily gives back and places his head on Suguru’s chest again.

They order dinner late, too caught up in the comfort of being like this with each other and Suguru knows that neither of them mind. And despite everything, Suguru counts this evening as a win because when he drops food into Satoru’s bowl he knows he loves but never gets for himself Satoru mouths ‘I love you, too’ at him.

#bt writes #jjk #satosugu #geto suguru #gojo satoru #established relationship #no curses #insecurities #misunderstandings #fluff #cuddling and snuggling

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mattresses and midnight snacks - jungkook x reader

jungkook prefers convenience over fashion. he likes the comfy and warm and doesn't care much for the interiors of his house, as long as it has the essentials. he also likes giving this as an answer to mattresses all over his penthouse, placed in the oddest of locations.

said mattresses in his living room, positioned in such a way he could fall asleep watching TV and having a snack (ramyeon!) is spurring him on, grateful for every green light he sees. it's been a busy week, prepping and practicing for his upcoming plans. he thanks his driver for bringing him home, wishing him a safe night and sound sleep. taking his black bag, he all but runs to the lift, eager to feel like his cloud-like bed and re-watch episodes of psycho but it's okay.

humming his way out of the lift, he swiftly presses in the code and puts his things aside, failing to notice the pair of heels next to his chunky boots, another coat already on the hanger. he dumps his bag on the ground and rushes to the kitchen, opening his cabinet for some much needed spicy tteok and ramyeon. he realises someone beat him to his night routine when he hears the familiar voice of lee suhyun singing in your time. glancing up from the slowly boiling water, he sees a recap of an episode playing on the tv and a lone figure fast asleep on the mattress.

lowering the volume on the tv, he keeps his snack aside for the timebeing. looking down at you, he decides there's more than enough of space for the both of you. promptly taking the fluffy pillow held tightly in your sleep-ridden grip, he slips his arms under your neck and knees, adjusting you in such a way you aren't taking up most of the bed. (as usual, he may add.) you're still deep in slumber and he finally notices your tired state, work shirt and pants same as it was in the morning, before he kissed you goodbye for the day.

he settles in next to you, pressing play so he could watch what ko munyeong would do next to keep her safety pin. chewing on his spicy saucy tteok, jungkook thinks you both are each other's safety pin. he knows you'd keep his rage under control, never letting it cross the line. you know he'd hold you back from doing reckless things, so reckless it was beyond the point of saving. he glances down at your sleeping form, unconsciously and slowly curling around his thigh. he keeps his snack to the side yet again and undoes the bun on your head, knowing you'd wake up from a headache from tying your hair so tightly. he expertly ties it into a loose plait, knowing you wouldn't have to worry about knotted hair tomorrow. his hands itch to reach for his 5x spicy ramyeon but your hands suddenly curl around his, somnolent eyes now on him.

"when did you reach home, koo? i didn't even hear you," you say, slight pout at the end.

he smiles, endeared at your dozy quirks. "you're just tired, that's all, you barely acknowledged me moving you around," he says matter-of-factly. booping your nose, he goes close to you and leaves a sweet kiss on your forehead, bringing you up with him. you scrunch your nose at the spicy smell, mouth watering.

"you know, keeping the mattresses here wasn't really a bad idea after all," you admit quietly, mouth slurping up the now cold ramyeon, eyes focused on gangtae's movements. jungkook chuckles, stealing the chopsticks and a bite, vividly remembering the day you had first come to his place, face contoured in mild judgement. you were quick to change, so as to not disappoint him. you always ended up sleeping in the bedroom, your excuse being, "i'm not really feeling the sleepy vibes at the home studio, know what I mean?"

with you curled up next to him, watching TV (he'll confront you watching the drama without him later, no worries) and eating your favourite food, he knows he's made one of the best decisions of his life. putting mattresses in strategic locations. oh, and you, of course. goes without saying.

pt time: @lvoekook ; @joondiary ; @soobhyun

#thank the margherita i had last night #and the sudden overwhelming feeling to cuddle smth in my sleep #feedback is appreciated <3 #jungkook x reader #jungkook drabble #jungkook scenario #jungkook imagine #bts x reader #bts drabble #bts scenario #bts imagine #jungkook #jeon jungkook #mattresses and midnight snacks #moy&i #chaenelcore

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