it hurts until it doesn’t pt. 2
Pairing: reader x Yoongi
Word Count: 5,375
A/N: PLEASE DO NOT ASK ME ABOUT IF AND WHEN I WILL UPDATE THIS SERIES. THANKS
“Y/N! Will you please stop texting and tell me if this mirror is straight?” Yoongi called out impatiently from the living room.
“Someone’s cranky,” you tease from your newly shared bedroom. You were were careful not to knock over the hours worth of unpacking stacked neatly around you.
He was staring at the wall, absent-mindedly running his finger across his lips as he always did when he was thinking. You had never seen a man that deep in thought about an inanimate object. The sound of your camera clicking makes him turn around, the look on his face sending a smile across yours.
“What’s so funny?” he asks, pouting at your enjoyment.
“I’ve never seen someone hang a mirror so seriously before.”
He turns around and focuses back on the gilded frame in front of him, “This is our first apartment together, Y/N. I want to make sure it’s perfect.”
You stare at him quietly, taking in the moment in front of you. Yoongi was never one for sentiment. He was a serious man, but deep down he there was a softness. A softness that he only let you see in brief glimpses, catching you off guard every time he does.
“It’s perfect,” you whisper as you walk up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist.
“Can I take a photo of us?” he asks, pulling out his phone from the pocket of his hoodie.
You nod as you bury your face in the back of his neck, taking deep breaths of the mixture of cologne and sweat and shampoo. You smile, wishing you could live in this moment forever.