yoongi + lazy kisses (I know its two words but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)
You awoke to the image of your sleeping boyfriend, his hair messily falling over his face, lips parted ever so slightly, early morning sunlight cloaking his body like a second blanket. He was truly a beautiful man, especially in peaceful sleep, the usual wrinkled concern and anxiety no longer etching into his delicate features, giving him the look of an innocent, carefree child. The moment was almost perfect, however there was one glaring problem ruining the aesthetic for you; the loud, obnoxious chime of your alarm. Rather than being able to enjoy the serene silence and beauty of your lover, you found yourself groaning with indignation and sleepily swiping for your phone to turn the damn thing off.
After you finally managed to silence the offending noise, you let out a soft sigh and took one last look at Yoongi, who had been completely unfazed by the alarm. You were grateful it didn’t wake him up, as Yoongi was perpetually exhausted and needed as much sleep as he could get. You sat up, your legs dangling over the edge of the bed, trying your best not to move the mattress too much as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. There was nothing in the world you wanted more than to just lay back down and drift off to sleep admiring your boyfriend, but you knew that doing so would be downright irresponsible. It was with reluctance that you decided to actually get ready for the day.
You didn’t make it far, a warm hand wrapping around your wrist as soon as you hopped off the bed. Before you could so much as yelp out in surprise, Yoongi had pulled you back, flopping ever so gracefully into the mattress, and subsequently, into his arms. You smiled softly to yourself, and relaxed in his embrace, deciding to at least humor him for a moment. He buried his face in the back of your neck, his hands falling just above your hips as he pulled you closer to him, but farther away from productivity.
“Yoongi…” You whined, knowing that you shouldn’t be doing this, but also knowing that this is exactly what you needed most. It had been so long since you’d last seen him, you wanted to just sink into his arms and stay there for as long as possible, but you had responsibilities, primarily your job. “You might have the day off but I don’t. I have to get ready or I’ll be late for work.”
“Then be late.” Yoongi wasn’t usually this clingy, but after a world tour and months apart he had to admit that he missed being with you. All he wanted to do on his day off was sleep with you at his side.
“I can’t! I’ll get in trouble again.” This had happened more than once in the past. Every time Yoongi stayed the night you always ended up late, and every time you tried to end the cycle to no avail.
“I’ll take responsibility for it.”
“That’s all well and good but you’re not the one who’ll get fired.”
“I’ll get you a new job.” He muttered, squeezing you tighter, pressing a soft kiss to the nape of your neck.
“You can be my personal assistant.” You rolled your eyes and chuckled, breaking free from his iron grip.
“That would go horribly, Yoon, you know that as well as I do.”
“But I could see you every single day and we wouldn’t have to go months without even holding hands.” Now that you had escaped, you once again slipped out of bed, the floor feeling like ice in comparison to the bed. You didn’t make it much farther this time, however, as Yoongi had sat up and grabbed you by the waist instead of the wrist, pulling you down onto his lap so you straddled him.
“You’re pretending to be annoyed but you’re actually really happy aren’t you?” He asked, eyes still barely open. You couldn’t exactly argue with him, he was dead on. These moments of sincere affection were few and far between, and you treasured each sacred moment you spent with Yoongi, but that didn’t change the fact that you had responsibilities. “Just call out, tell them you’re sick.”
“You’re saying I should lie? To my boss? Who already has me on thin ice for being late so often?”
“Tell them you’re too sore to come in…” He said, pressing a sleepy, lazy kiss to your neck, his hands slowly moving from the top of your waist to your hips. “I’ll make sure it’s not a lie.”
“Jerk…” You muttered, biting your lower lip as he nipped at your skin, sending shivers down your spine.
“You want to call them or not?” You stared at him for a moment before letting out a sigh, Yoongi planting a sleepy peck on your lips, smirking like the smug bastard he is.
“I suppose I won’t be fired if I’m too unwell to go in…”