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enjoy this very short but very sweet drabble for yoongi’s birthday :) i hope it translates just how much i adore this man

genre: fluff

happy birthday yoongs :(

Wringing your hair mostly free of the water from your shower, you tossed the towel up on the hook to dry, a yawn pausing your actions briefly before continuing into your bedroom.

Yoongi had already settled himself into bed, (after popping your towel into the dryer, folding it nicely for you to warm up in once you got out and soaking the dishes without being asked, of course), scrolling through his social medias as he waited for you to be done.

He really, truly, was the best.

Crawling onto the bed yourself, you shifted your knees over to Yoongi, who breathed a sigh through his nostrils while he scrolled through his phone.

Leaning forward to nudge his occupied hands with your head, he quickly took the hint and lifted his phone into the air, making room for you to settle atop his chest before he dropped a kiss to the top of your head, going back to scrolling as you reclined on him.

Puffing another breath through his nose, he tossed his phone to the side, the device bouncing beside you on the mattress as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

His touch was warm, firm yet gentle in a way you couldn’t quite wrap your head around. All you did know for sure was that you were happier than ever while in his arms, a fact you couldn’t even try to deny.

“Hi,” you mumbled into his shirt, Yoongi flashing his signature grin at you as his hand smoothed some of your hair back from your face.

Glittering brown eyes focused on you and only you, making you quite possibly the luckiest girl in the world.

“Hi,” he repeated, the apples of his cheeks rising further as you snuggled further into the cotton of his shirt.

“You’re soft,” you murmured by way of explanation, sleepiness seeping into your bones as your boyfriend’s pillowy belly shook beneath you.

You forced your eyes to remain open as he smiled wide, sweet chuckles of his filling your ears and warming your chest.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he spoke softly after a few moments, using the strength he’d been building during his weekly trips to the trainer to shift your deadweight self up his body, settling your head onto the pillow while his nose nuzzled into your neck.

You let an incoherent whine slip at the removal of the contact you’d had with Yoongi’s chest, quickly hushing at the gentle smack of his lips against your pulse point.

His fingers thumbed through your wet strands of hair, eyebrows knitting into a stern frown as he reached to bunch up the fabric of his shirt.

“You should’ve let me dry your hair. You’ll catch something like this,” he tutted, making you grin as he clenched the fabric of his shirt around your tendrils, excess water leaking into the fabric of his tee.

“Sorry, mom,” you snickered, Yoongi scoffing at you before murmuring something about no respect.

A few beats of silence ensued after that exchange, chests rising and falling in sync as you drifted more and more over into slumber.

Yoongi’s hand soothingly went up and down your back, the perfect amount of weight pressed into his touch for ultimate comfort. Intimate touches like this only ever happened while you two were in private, and you savored every minute of it.

But you could tell you were beginning to succumb to sleep, and so could your boyfriend as he reached over your frame to switch the alarm off on his phone.

“Tomorrow’s a day off. Let’s go to sleep,” he suggested quietly, another incoherent sentence spilling from your mouth as you reclined on the eternal comfort that was Min Yoongi.