it’s been cold and rainy these past few days and all i can think about is human furnace Daichi Sawamura gathering you in his arms to keep you warm. he press kisses all over your neck and shoulder while his hair tickles your cheek, making you giggle. you listen to the rain fall and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat as you lean back into him. closing your eyes, you can smell the freshness of the rain along with the woodsy smell of Daichi’s cologne. his hold on you gets tighter when you start to drift into a nap and as you smile at his protectiveness, you think
They said it would wear off; the kind of love that makes your heart feel like it grows three sizes and sends your mind reeling at the very sight of your partner. But, on your 5th wedding anniversary, Daichi rolls over in bed and the very same feeling washes over him as you subconsciously snuggle yourself further into him.
He’s never lost that feeling, not even for a second. Sometimes it makes his chest hurt. He doesn’t hesitate to tell you either, Daichi has never been one to lie. You’re not fully awake right now and he knows you probably can’t hear him but he starts to list everything about you he loves. Small details that you’ve never really noticed about yourself.
You wake up midway through his rambling about how much he loves when you make him lunch to take to work and how he brags to all his colleagues that his wife is pretty, smart and a talented chef.
He notices your sleepy smile and it almost gives him heart palpitations. Sometimes he thinks his love for you is dangerous but its still more than worth it.
He’s completely and utterly in love with you and he hopes you feel the same way.
(A/N: for the anon requesting a drabble based off of jk saying yoongi hyung wouldn’t scold him. this was SO fun to write!!!)
Yoongi liked to keep you all to himself.
You got along with the others- had common interests with Namjoon, a genuine friendship with Jin, ongoing inside jokes with Taehyung. They loved you, adored you even.
“I used to worry about how the boys would react to meeting you,” Yoongi said one night, kissing the top of your shoulder from behind with the upmost gentleness. “Seems silly now.”
“Why? Because they like me better than you?” You joked, sighing contently when he pushed the strap of your top off of your shoulder, exposing more skin for himself. He smiled against your skin, moving your braid that laid neatly between your shoulder blades to one side.
“Yes, exactly,” He snarked sarcastically.
“Are you jealous?” You mumbled, craning your head to look at him better. He dragged his eyes up to meet yours, unwavering attention directed towards you.
He hummed pensively, his hand reaching up to hold your face still, leaning into your small frame until his lips brushed against yours, “No, I like it.”
You didn’t think much of it, brushing it off until a couple weeks later, when you were meant to head to Yoongi’s to hang out for the night. You waited patiently for him to answer the door, expecting your boyfriend on the other side until Jungkook’s beaming face appeared before you, swinging the door open confidently.
Jungkook greeted you without honorifics, pulling you into a bear hug, “Finally- I’m starving, let’s eat!”
You grinned, always happy to see Jungkook but felt a little confused- tonight was meant to be just you and your boyfriend. You said nothing , searching for an explanation in the form of Yoongi- standing with his arms crossed, leaning his hip against the dining table impatiently.
“He just showed up,” Yoongi said plainly, ignoring Jungkook’s arm laced around your waist.
You bit your lip but shrugged, sitting beside Yoongi quietly while Jungkook sat across from you, looking over a lit candle at you. You complimented the plate of food in front of you, grinning at your boyfriend when he shrugged gruffly and mumbled something about not putting much effort in.
“You should try my cooking- it’s just as good as Yoongi’s.” Jungkook grinned.
“That’s because I was the one who taught you how to cook,” Yoongi pointed out.
You were about to laugh, reaching for your glass of water, when you felt a hand close over your thigh, Yoongi’s strong fingers pressing into your skin. You pressed your mouth into a thin line, looking at him from the corner of your eye. Things kept on like that, Jungkook toeing the line of flirty and simply being himself. You looked at him with suspicion, wondering what was going on in that head of his every time he threw a coded comment towards Yoongi or you.
Yoongi kept his eyes on you, disregarding Jungkook completely. The second you found yourself alone with your boyfriend, you rushed to his side, squishing against him on his couch. He grunted, looking at your knee pressing into his side incessantly before throwing you a pointed look.
“What the hell is going on?” You whispered at him, gesturing towards where Jungkook had headed off towards the kitchen for a drink.
“I know, he’s being so obvious it’s embarrassing,” Yoongi smirked, flicking through the movies on Netflix, debating on what to choose.
“Why are you letting him get away with this?” You whined, “Doesn’t it bother you?”
He paused, a serious look on his face now, “Is it making you uncomfortable?”
“No-”
“Then whatever, he’s just being him. I already knew he wanted to fuck you, I just didn’t know how desperate he was for it.” He quipped. “Tell me if he makes you uncomfortable and I’ll do something.”
You felt yourself blush- news of Jungkook’s attraction towards you was foreign to your mind. It had never occurred to you that he might have a crush on you, you figured he was just messing around.
“So what? You’d be okay with me fucking your dongsaeng?” You gasped, turning more fully towards him. This was all so fascinating, you never would’ve expected this from Yoongi.
He looked like a caught cat, eyes wide and mouth pressed to a thin line. You grasped again, more dramatically this time, realizing that the answer was yes. Yoongi rolled his eyes, sputtering out a quick response, “It’s not like whatever he’s pulling right now is working-”
The two of you stared at each other for a beat, the two of you breathing a little too heavily, your thighs pressing together a fraction of an inch.
“Is it…” Yoongi asked slowly, looking at you out of the corner of his eye with an amused smile growing on his face, “Working?”
You blushed, feigning outrage and slapping Yoongi on the bicep with a weak hand. He laughed childishly, practically fucking giggled and you hit him again.
“You’re unbelievable, you know that?” You snapped, crossing your arms tightly.
Jungkook came back a moment later, handing Yoongi a glass of wine with a sweet smile and flopping on the couch beside you. He threw his arm over the back of the sofa, resting his hand just being your head, “So, what are we watching?”
You sucked in an antsy breath, eyes flitting between both Yoongi and Jungkook sandwiching you from either side.
This was gonna be an eventful night.
Things were fine, slipping back into more normal conversation for the three of you. You laughed at Jungkook’s jokes and Yoongi’s deadpan comments, feeling all too at ease when you felt a soft touch through your hair, massaging your scalp.
Yoongi knew how much you loved that- being cared for like this. He’d spent hours rubbing circles into the base of your neck, dragging fingers through your hair and massaging deeply. You let an involuntary noise slip from your lips, a happy little sigh before sinking into the touch, eyes slipping closed.
“I didn’t know you had such soft hair,” Jungkook purred, making you freeze instantly.
Your eyes snapped open, flashing over to Yoongi, who had a comically astonished look on his face.
“Yah- you really want her that bad?” Yoongi exclaimed, seeming more surprised than angry.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jungkook grinned mischievously.
“You’re pushing your luck, Jungkook.”
Jungkook beamed, tilting his head in the most adorable way. If you didn’t know him better, you’d miss the two little devil horns poking out of his shiny hair. Jungkook laughed carelessly, eyes crinkling at the corners, “It’s Yoongi hyung- he won’t scold me, will you?”
He snapped his head towards your boyfriend, who was glaring back at him from over his wine glass. You smirked, leaning back to watch the show. Yoongi always checked you when you had an attitude, snapped you back into place. He had the sharpest tongue, everyone knew that. There’s a reason he gave off brat tamer vibes. He was going to kick Jungkook’s ass so hard, this would be-
“No, probably not,” Yoongi said flatly, shrugging.
Your jaw fell open, a shocked scoff leaving your lips.
“See?” Jungkook grinned cockily, “Hyung and I are solid- we share everything.”
Even girlfriends?
You raised your eyebrows, beyond overwhelmed at the entire situation. You shifted slightly, the room feeling a million degrees warmer and why couldn’t you catch your breath and oh no- you could feel yourself getting turned on.
“You didn’t let me finish- I probably won’t scold you, but I’m gonna break that arm if you don’t get your hand out of my girlfriend’s hair.” Yoongi said with a straight face.
Jungkook hissed and lifted his hand off of you immediately, tucking into his side obediently. Yoongi said nothing else, replacing his hand where Jungkook’s had been in your hair just a moment ago.
“Head scratches are my thing,” Yoongi grumbled. “If you really wanted her to fuck you, you should’ve just sang in front of her- that would’ve gotten you laid in a second. She likes your singing.”
“That’s true,” You noted, nodding vacantly.
“Damn,” Jungkook muttered under his breath. “Next time.”
boyfriend who grabs your hand while driving and kisses the back of it. when he accidentally breaks too hard, he puts his arm in front of you, preventing you from jolting out of your seat and hitting your head. he never fails to always open the passenger door for you like the gentleman he is. he immediately lowers the volume of the radio music playing in the background as soon as you begin to speak, talking about your day or whatnot. he always adjust the heat and air conditioner to your liking, making sure it’s not hitting your face directly as well so you don’t catch a cold.
•a/n: a little something for Yoongi’s birthday. May he always have what he needs. If you want to, you can now tip me on ko-fi:)
1:27 ───ㅇ───── 3:14
“You’re just going to get older and harder and more alone. And one day you’re going to look around and you’re going to realize that everybody loves you! …but no one likes you. And that’s going to be one of the loneliest feelings in the world.”
What even was this radio? Who puts a TED talk to play in a bar?
Yoongi tipped another glass of soju into his mouth, sloshing around it like mouthwash. The bartender gazed on partly horrified, partly impressed but made no move to interrupt Yoongi’s self-congratulatory pity party. Good, he really was not done wallowing.
Opening his phone he re-read the messages one by one.
Namjoon: Happy Birthday, Yoongi, sorry I can’t make it little ones are coughing like crazy. Have to make sure, they’re not too sick. Sorry, again but we’ll celebrate tomorrow, yeah?
Jin: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRO i can’t make it today, family meeting *sigh*
Jungkook: Happy Birthday! May you have a year of good health and content!
Hoseok: HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU GROUCH! The doctor won’t discharge me, says the ankle is still too tender for me to walk around. But we’ll celebrate when I get out of here for real! HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOONGS! :D
Taehyung: sent a little something on your way. try not to be too sad this day
Jimin: I’m really, really sorry, my flight got cancelled and I’m stuck in Paris now :( Happy birthday, Yoongi. I’m really sorry I couldn’t be there for you.
So no one came. Yoongi had broken his tradition of ignoring his birthday just this once and no one came in the end. He sat by the table, with one of his more decent jackets, long hair neatly combed, so neatly he couldn’t even remember the last time his hair wasn’t a bird’s nest, with seven menus in a pile, a birthday cake ordered and absolutely no one to eat it with.
Blankly watching the cars go past the restaurant window, he idly tinkered with the candle perched on top of the cat’s head. At least, he hadn’t gotten those obnoxious large numbers so that everyone here would see that a thirty-year-old man can in fact be stood up at his own birthday party. His phone rang and for a second, his heart leapt, thinking that maybe it was you. Maybe you remembered and just maybe you wanted to know.
He picked it up with an eager face but quickly slumped hearing his mother’s voice.
“Son,” she greeted him warmly. “Happy birthday!”
“Hello, mom. Thank you.”
“My boy is thirty already,” she cried. “Thirty! When will I have grandchildren?”
He figured she’d ask it.
“I don’t know. Not anytime soon.”
“What you and your girlfriend are doing, huh? You’ve been together for five years! And no engagement ring, no children, nothing!”
And unbeknownst to her, there was no more girlfriend at that. He hadn’t told her yet. If he broke it to the guys then it would be a pause, a break, a little diversion, but if he broke it to his mother then it would be official. And the ring that he had carried in his pocket for a year and still continued to carry would be as useless as the sorry he said far too late.
“Put her on the phone, will you? I haven’t spoken to her in ages!” Why naturally she hadn’t. There was no one to speak to. Only listen to Yoongi’s ever-shrinking list of excuses - you’re busy, you’re doing something else, you’re out. You were simply not here.
He looks on at the smiling cat as though it’s mocking him and while twirling the ring box in his pocket, gathered what was left of him to say the damning words.
“Mom, listen, she’s-”
“She’s very eager to hear you too, Mrs Min!” your voice squealed in fake cheer right next to him before plucking the phone out of Yoongi’s stilled fingers. You were sitting by the table, a soft, sad smile playing on your lips, one that only Yoongi could see.
“Hello! Long time no see! Yes, I’ve been working very hard! How is Mr Min? Good! Oh, children, heh,” you laughed and glanced at him, face unreadable. “Oh, it’s still too early to say, Mrs Min. Yes, well what can you do, that’s the youth for you! Yes, thank you very much. Yes, I’ll tell him. Yes, thank you. And you. Bye.”
Bye. He hadn’t gotten to say bye to you.
When you closed the phone and pushed it towards him all the lightness in your body disappeared.
“Thanks,” he muttered and you nodded.
“The cake kind of looks like you,” you remarked casually. Like you’re still friends, like nothing had happened, like the year apart was just a blink spent in between loving gazes.
“Yeah, well, that’s why I got it.”
“Shouldn’t you light the candle, make a wish? If you broke the rule of not doing anything, shouldn’t you go all out?”
“I don’t need a candle to wish for things. I already know what I want.”
You sigh, “Yoongi…”
“I want you to come back. I want for that night to never have happened. I want you to nag me to drink more water, I want to nag you to pay your phone bill on time,” he wants to stop, he desperately needs to stop, but he can’t anymore. He’s been sitting prim and quiet for an entire year and now it just all rushes out.
“I want to buy you flowers on Sunday and I want to take you on Wednesdays.”
“Yoongi…”
“Do you even remember what we fought about?”
You sigh once more seeing the determination in his eyes.
“No,” solemnly, you answer. “No, I do not.”
He reaches to hold your hand. It’s been so long and he just wants to hold your hand on this terrible birthday of his. Thankfully you don’t push him away.
“So, let’s just…put it past us.”
“Are you sure this is not dementia talking?”
Yoongi frowns.
“Dementia?” he echoes, dumbfounded.
“Now that you’re one of the elderly.”
He cracks a light, tentative smirk.
“You’re not so far behind, grandma.”
He leans in to rest his forehead on yours and you screw your eyes shut.
“If we want to do this…it’ll take a lot of work, Yoongi. Like a lot. You’re sure you want to do this?”
The ring resting in his pocket like a ton of rocks says yes. And now so will his mouth.
“Absolutely.”
You breathe a shaky exhale and run your fingers through his hair. Good, that he combed it.
I had the absolute honour of drawing the cover spread for it, and I can happily tell you the zine is full of awesome work and has some very fun merch available (pokemon trainer cards, anyone?)
Waking up with Daichi early in the morning is nice. Especially when it’s his off day. Everything is almost perfect and it’s just so comfortable that getting up is not an option. Even awake you guys snuggle up together knowing you might not get this again. The sunlight barely hitting your faces. Admiring each other when asleep. Maybe you guys might sleep in longer. Though if someone’s stomach growls it’s definitely time to get up. No matter how much you know you’ll yearn for each others warmth. Daichi wants to make sure both are well taken care of.
