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7:18 pm || myg

pairing : husband!yoongi x reader

genre : fluff, established relationship

rating : pg-13, sfw

summary : you love your husband's long hair a little too much

word count : 1k

warnings : kissing, tickling and them being adorable :(

author's note : i love love love his hair!!! we all are in such a mess after his new ig post istg! i had to write this fluffy lil thing :(( i wrote this when it was 7:18 pm and the time in the fic is same!! idk how timestamp fics work? but pls it was quick as fuck! so spare me cuz it's straight up fluff with no sense by me!!

mood : still with you

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"Where are you?"

"Y/N?"

You could hear Yoongi call for you from the front door but you were too lazy to give him a reply, snuggled up in your bed with eyes drooping low.

It was a work day but due to your fatigue, your husband had forced you into taking it off and resting. Given, you did nothing the whole day, just got up to eat and excrete.

A few seconds pass by and just before you slip into dreamland, your bedroom door creaks open and soft light filters in while you can make out the silhouette of Yoongi.

The smell of his cologne hits you before you can even see his face clearly in the dim light. You inhale a wave of old spice and citrus and sigh softly. The comfort it brought you was more than your bed was able to give you throughout the day. It was loving, it was familiar, it was home.

"I am home." his croaky, tired voice rings in your ears as you hear him padding towards the bed.

"I know." you mumble with a smile and feel the mattress sink beside you.

It was raining and you could smell the faint traces of earth and water wafting from him and the window left open by you.

You peek open an eye and look at the digital clock on your desk displaying the time, 7:18 pm, the yellow light from the clock being the only source in your room now that your husband has closed the door.

He lifts up the covers and lies down beside you, shifting his tired body towards your form.

"Hey." you greet him, without any reason.

"You slept all day. Lucky." he whines and throws a hand around your waist, pulling you to his chest.

You laugh and make cooing sounds at him, rubbing his spine and snuggling further into his chest. You close your eyes again and revel in his warmth, the warmth from the bed seeming cold in front of him.

You inhale swiftly and that's when you feel the scent of his citrus shampoo get stronger, awakening your senses. Your hand moves on its accord and before you know it, it is resting at the nape of his neck, toying with the strands of his soft hair that you love more than anything else.

"Y/N."

"What? You know I love your hair." you pout at him and he quickly pecks your lips.

A wave of adoration and butterflies washes through you even when he has done it millions of times, even when you have known him for thirteen years, even when you have been with him for six years now, even when it's been three years since you married him.

You instinctively tug at his hair as he lets out a low, satisfied moan at your lips, before you start drawing lazy patterns at the skin of his nape.

"I love you."

"And I love your hair." you quip back with a smug grin as your hand travels further upwards to his scalp, parting his lush locks with your fingers to massage at his tired skin.

"Not me?"

"Mhmm, I'll think about it."

"Brat." and before you know it, his fingers sneak under your shirt and he tickles your waist.

"Oh my god Yoongi, no." you laugh and try to turn on your back but he relents you from doing so swinging his leg over yours and locking your body in place. His tickles travel across your torso and you hit at his hand continuously to stop him.

"Please nooo." you laugh with tears now lining your eyes and wiggle and squirm under his hold.

"Say you love me first." he laughs and your heart skips a beat at his gleeful voice and his gummy smile now on full display, with his hair a beautiful fluffy mess, thanks to you.

"I love youuu, now stop."

He kisses your scrunched up nose and lets you relax, laying back beside you and pulling you flush to his chest. You once again take the opportunity to play with his hair, this time attacking the strands which had stood out during the tickling session.

He purrs with his eyes closed when you softly press at his scalp and entangle your other hand through his hair.

You loved his hair a little too much, an infatuation that led you to hiding any stray scissors around your house. You know he won't ever cut his hair that way, but your heart was scared of the unknown. You had stopped him from going to the salon twice and were already dreading the day he would think of finally trimming his locks.

"Aah don't stop." he groans and your heart flies out to him again.

"Had a rough day?"

"More like tiring."

His closed eyes make you inch towards him and you bop his nose with yours. It's always the same. Being the executive producer of a label company was exciting but tiring and you knew it all too well given he had been at that position for almost the same time as your married life.

You kiss him once, he smiles a little. You kiss him twice, he smiles a little more. You kiss him thrice, his gums peek out. You kiss him for the fourth time and he is laughing heartily. You pat down at his hair and tuck the stray strands of hair away from his face.

"Wanna talk about it?"

He moves in your hold and nudges your forehead with his.

"First, I wanna eat something."

"I am right here and you're whining to eat something else." you pout at him and jut your lips out to kiss him again.

He moves away this time and starts to sit up with his eyes squinted and mouth twisted into a smug pout.

"I want real food, wifey." he mimics your high pitch pout and you lash out at him with your hands tugging him down with his hair, pulling the strands gently but strongly so he tilts his head towards you with a laugh and a little 'ow'. You laugh out loud and sit up, grazing your teeth over his adorably cute nose.

"That was rude of you, hubby."

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[♡] "Oh, thank god you're here" he says after you let yourself in. You'd never been in his studio before, but he had texted you to come by urgently, followed by a passcode that would let you get in. It was unkown territory and a little bit intimidating really, but at the same time, you were already loving the fact that there is a whole room full of him, his cologne in the air making you feel warm inside.

"Are you okay? I was so worried" by the looks of it, he had exaggerated a bit, that's what you were seeing. He had all of his limbs intact, so what was happening?

"Yeah, I just want to leave." he gets up in a nonchalant way, like he hadn't scared the fuck out of you with his texts, and you weren't panting from having to almost run from the subway that's 4 blocks from here. And you weren't a runner, either. He was going to pay for this.

Seeing him put on his jacket gives you a view of not only him but the computer standing right beside him, in the center of a combination of multiple speakers that you don't really know about. "Are you not going to finish that?" you look at the computer that had multiple tabs open, his work in progress just being left like that.

"I want to eat" he simply says. He looks at himself in the tiny mirror beside him and puts his beanie on, ready to leave. Is he kidding?

Before he could pass beside you, you lay your hand right on his chest, stopping him from moving forward. "Aren't you forgetting something?" you look at him with a questioning look. He instantly pouts his lips, and leaves a tiny peck on yours.

Yeah, that'll do for now.

[♡] arriving home after a long day was one of the best feelings in the world. nothing compared to being able to feel the weight of your shoulders leaving once you closed your front door, but definitely the biggest highlight of it all was being able to share that moment of the day with your boyfriend.. seeing his messy sneakers with a little “suga” written in the sole making your arrival feel even sweeter.. and when you waddled to the kitchen, ignoring for now the pain that was a mere consequence of you deciding today of all days to break-in your new shoes, you could not be more glad to see him lazily making himself a nice cup of tea.

"hey stranger" he mutters, while concentrating on his cup. wordlessly, you wrap your arms around his waist. "thank you" you whisper while holding his body as tight as you can, burying your cheek on his back, the scent of his cologne making you melt right in that spot. the comfort and heat he radiated from his skin making you forget about your day and all your worries. "what for?" he asks. "for being you" you can hear his light chuckle that always appears when he's flustered, making your heart feel full.

[♡] if the rare occasions that both of your schedules lined up felt like incredible, both of your vacations lining up felt like heaven itself. you were just coming back from a one-week trip you'd spent all alone, and you still had one more week left till you had to go back to work. this time around yoongi was incredibly clingy to you, which was rare. from how he insisted on picking you at the airport and then treating you to dinner, to the mind-blowing treat he was in bed and now waking up tangled in his arms, you have never felt better. that was until you remembered half of his schedules, realising now that he was probably putting off work just to be with you. and you wouldn’t allow it.

that’s why he whines when you lift the covers up, the light breeze coming from the window you opened a few minutes ago making him instantly shiver. "yah! you have to go to work." you try to pull one of his hands to get him up but fail miserably at doing so when he doesn’t even move one inch from the bed, and you hit his arm playfully when he looks at you with a smirk on his stupid cute face.

this is what you reap for spending too much time together on the weekend and now he doesn't want to go to work. "I can take a few more days off! They owe me from those weeks back in two thousand something.." you whine this time when he brings you closer to him when he pulls extra hard. "You can come back once you finish two songs." "I don't even have one prepared!" he whines back at you, the shiver in your body provoked by a combination of his warm breath hitting the side of your neck and his raspy deep voice.

"Yes you do! You have a shit ton of requests. Sort that out and then you can come back" you push his chest and he whines with a chuckle from the pain.

" ... You promise?"

"I promise. Finish at least two songs and write a couple more and then you can come back here" he seems to take your words seriously, and it takes him two minutes to get up and put on some clothes.

He comes back four hours later, eager to come back to you and be with you, a pendrive on his hand with a winning smirk on his face. You end up cooking dinner while hearing his latest projects, happy and loving kisses being shared all throughout the evening.

[♡] He feels like a fool once he realizes how distant the both of you'd gotten towards each other, your heavy schedules and demanding jobs drawing what felt like an immense and incredibly uncomfortable space between the both of you. It takes something as mundane as a meeting with his best friends to realize the both of you are not spending enough time together. There's this bitter taste that jealousy leaves on his mouth from feeling alone while being surrounded by his friends' girlfriends that he fails at getting rid of.

A celebration for his latest achievement was going on right outside on the terrace of your shared apartment yet he was hiding on the kitchen looking at your chat together and reminiscing about the last few days, realising that yes, maybe the both of you hadn't really been prioritizing your relationship, distractions bringing consequences that even if it sounds cheesy, he knows his heart can't take.

You're just working, he tries to remind himself and ground his thoughts, stopping his anxiety from running even further.

But his friends are not helping either, constantly asking about your whereabouts and how much longer until you come back; already used to seeing you by his side at all times and enjoying your company the most. It's not that the both of you were one of those cheesy couples that were on top of each other every second of the day, but after a couple months of dating and trusting each other to fully immerse into each other lives', there was indeed a turning point in which you and yoongi turned into a get 2 in 1 situation.

He understands. He understands the kind of pressure you're under these days, and that's why today he let himself be woken up to your delicate kisses and your magical hands even though he now realizes that trying to find refuge in something as unimportant as sex was like putting a bandaid on a bullet wound. His thoughts make him realise that it's been so long since the last time he properly looked at you, or the fact that he's unable to figure out if you've grown an inch or two, or maybe if any gray hair has made a comeback after you pulled a few just the other night. All these epiphanies open his eyes completely to the reality that is missing you.

That's why his body acts faster than his own thoughts and not long after he finds himself picking up the keys to his car and his wallet from the table.

He knows that distance can destroy relationships in the most devastating of ways, but tonight he realises that there is more than enough time to talk about it and avoid something as tragic as losing you, to talk before the arguments and endless fights even dare to knock on his door. He's there in less than 20 minutes, and he's too busy to try to be nice with the receptionist, instead choosing to go up the elevator and call you in the meantime, trying to reach you. He would take the time to apologize profusely for his rude actions later.

"Darling, how is everything going?" your tired voice reaches his ear and he gets more impatient. He needs to see you. "I'm just finishing up. I know I shouldn't have taken so long, and I'm sorry. should I pick something sweet on the way?"

Do you even have any idea of what time it is? There's no use. Everything was already closing down, which means everyone was already at home seeking a well-deserved rest. Except for you.

"I'm here to pick you up." he says nothing more and nothing less. "What? But- the dinner? What happened?" you're startled and he hears a ruffle of paper sheets through the line.

The only light on the floor comes from your cubicle and his heart clenches uncontrollably at the thought of you being left alone tonight. "I really need to spend time with you." His voice makes you turn around and you have a worried expression on your face. but he shakes his head, hanging up his phone and quickly putting it back into his pocket. "I don't care if it's here. We need to be together."

"Are you okay? What's happening?" you get up and go up for a quick hug, even though his hands around your waist insist for you to stay longer and even closer to him. You can sense something wrong, and he hates the way apologies start tumbling from your lips when in reality, you're not at fault and you never were.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have missed dinner. I'm the worst, i-"

"Stop" your words stop on command and you look at him with shiny eyes. His hands reach for your cheeks and they caress your skin in the most delicate of ways, making you close your eyes for a second. "I missed you." it's something general and in no way he tries to incriminate you. "I missed us. it's just-" he sighs. "It feels like this is how it starts. First it's just a simple dinner, then, it's birthdays, and suddenly we're not sleeping together like.. together. We're just sharing a bed. And I wouldn't like that? Not at all. And I'm just talking shit right now because I'm so in love with you and I don't want to let go, you know?"

Your gentle smile and a big kiss to his lips help him to breathe better and to feel more relaxed, so do your arms around his waist.

"Let's go home?" you smile at him when he nods, and you quickly pack your belongings and put on your favourite coat. "Let's buy you the sweetest pastry we can find" you press your cheek to his shoulder to watch his smile from up close. He's so pretty.

[♡] "Baby! How are you doing?" once he's done taking his shoes off after closing the front door, he takes his own time to look at you once he finds the slight agitation in your voice. You're hiding something behind your back too.

"Just really tired." he has his usual :] face as he waddles through the apartment and finally sits down on the couch with a sigh. You have not moved one inch from the spot he found you in and you're smiling a bit awkwardly. "Is everything okay? Why haven't you kissed me yet?" his eyebrow raises a little bit and he's now a little suspicious of your predicament.

"What? No, everything is okay. I'm just.. uhm, yeah, arranging some things." you try to take a few steps to your left but his voice stops you. "What do you have there?"

"Just some.. things. I have to throw them out, though."

"I can see the shiny paper, babe." his eyes light up at the sight of some curled kind of plasticky paper behind you, and once he takes a look around the living room, he finds a few balloons here and there behind the curtains, one of the ottomans on the corner and he can definitely see one under the tablecloth. "Did you make this for me?" his tone lights up as he looks at you nervously shifting from one feet to another. "Why did you take it all off?" he extends his hand towards you and you take it without any second thought. His lap feels comfortable as always and you wrap your arms around his neck with an apologetic face.

"I just.. I didn't know you were feeling so tired, and once you actually told me, I felt so so bad so I took everything away. There's still cake on the fridge, though. It's too good to throw it all away." he listens to your whines while locking eyes with you and he makes sure to drag his fingers through your long hair.

"I'm never too tired to celebrate with my favorite girl. Why would you think that?" his nickname for you makes your heart flutter and you instantly go in for a smooch. It was kind of dumb now that you think about it. But you were worried for him, you don't miss the bags under his eyes and the tender muscles beneath you. As the day went by and you guys texted here and there, you knew how long this day had felt for him. "Would you mind cutting me a piece of that cake you made for me? And gifting me the privilege of sharing it with me in bed?" his hands tenderly hold you and his arms bring you closer to him, another kiss being left on your lips as you nod. Yes. Of course.

"Do you have some lingerie under there?" his left hand goes under your hoodie to look for something. "Just some plain cotton undies."

"Even better. Let's go" he playfully slaps your bum as you get up from your spot.

"Happy birthday, baby"

3:13pm(Yoongi)

"Cat!" You happily scurried over to the stray tabby, stroking his head affectionately as you cooed over what sweet boy he was and how he was too precious for this world.

"You realize that's the third cat you've stopped for." Yoongi commented, watching you with mild amusement.

"Is that a problem?" You asked, giving the feline a farewell pat.

"Not yet, but if you find the fourth, we're gonna be late to lunch with the guys." He said, taking your hand to keep you from wondering away from him again.

"I can't help it, they need to how loved and appreciated they are." You said lightly.

"Do they?"

"Yes, all cats require praise, it's a proven fact." You said.

"Hm." Was all he replied.

You walked in relative silence for a minute, until your humor got the better you.

"Cat." You chimed, poking his cheek.

He shot you a deadpan look.

"I will dump your ass right now." He said with mock severity.

"You will not!" You retorted.

"Why not?" He quirked a brow at you.

You let out a small 'hmfp' as you pouted at him, making him chuckle.

The two of you walked for a bit without saying anymore, til you felt a gentle poke against your cheek.

"Cat."