For You, A House of Cards
It was 5:30 AM. A loud crack of thunder had woken you up.
You didn’t jump awake but a tiny nervousness began to build inside your stomach. It had been meaning to rain for a few days now. The thunder rolled for hours each day but eventually it calmed and now, during your sleep, it decided to come back roaring.
Within seconds lighting flashed across the sky and the rain began to pour. You watched through the blinds for a moment and then rolled around in bed wondering how it was possible for him to stay asleep.
Yoongi wasn’t even in bed. You yawned and got up, then turned on the flashlight from your phone to walk through the dark house in search of him.
Now you were really scared because if the thunder were to crack suddenly and loudly again, it would most likely take you by surprise.
As you walked down the stairs, the lightning provided some creepy visibility to the house. You just hoped that the thunder would remain quiet for just a moment. Until you could find him.
He was in the kitchen, hovering over the counter and making coffee. He saw you come in and your eyes met.
“I was making tea so in case you woke up. It should calm down your nerves.” He took a sip from his mug. It probably cost ten dollars more than you would have paid for.
“I’m not scared, the storm just woke me up. I never heard thunder so loud before.”
Suddenly the thunder and lighting roared through the sky again simultaneously, making you take quick steps towards him but you didn’t touch him as you looked towards the windows much too large for your liking.
You didn’t want to be too clingy and lose your dignity.
Instead, he pulled you towards him as he turned his attention back towards the brewing tea but he lazily wrapped your arms around him.
“I’m not scared.” You repeated, hugging him from behind.
“The entire day you were nervous about the thunder. Now it really hits and you don’t want to admit that you’re scared? I kind of wanted to hold you until you weren’t scared anymore.” He surprisingly admitted.
“I’m scared Yoongi.” You said quietly.
He took your hand and pulled you back upstairs towards the bedroom.
You tucked yourself into him and he kissed your forehead, letting his arm serve as your pillow.
“Go to sleep. This is just one of many storms we’ll have to go through.” He said, taking a deep breath.
You held onto his hand and closed your eyes. It felt so good being in his arms.
There was something crazy about feeling this happy. Especially since this wasn’t your house, your room, your bed…or his.