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[♡] 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.

[♡] "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"

BTS: Yoongi 😎

Idol!Yoongi and YouTuber!reader Parts;  (2) Part: 1/15 Info: Don’t pay attention to the timestamp of the phone but of the message (if it doesn’t match) Notice: Ignore that the boys can’t speak English in real life Y/N: Your Name Y/c/n: Your country’s name

We Accept the Love We Think We Deserve You are a famous YouTuber in your country who gets to interview BTS and Yoongi is intrigued by you.

A/N: Hey! Here’s a new series for you, and this time it’s our baby boy Yoongi! Enjoy xx Part 2?

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