Baby Jeon au where Y/N comes back to the dorm with Jungkook asleep in her arms. In the dorm there's only Yoongi working on his laptop, composing. She joins him on the sofa with Kookie still asleep in her lap and asks Yoongi about his work. He gets shy but explains how it all works, and he would go on talking for ages if he didn't feel y/n's head bump onto his shoulder. And he's frozen there with y/n asleep on him. And he just dies as he glances at the two cause they cute and it feels so domestic
yoongi hadn’t been expecting anyone to return at this time when almost everyone is knocked out, except for him. the dim light from the living room, casted to his features as it reaches the dining area where he sets up his working gear is enough for him to work. it isn’t until he feels his back getting sore that he moves to the sofa and conquers that area as well (since dinner, up until now).
when he’s gotten used to the silence, occasional tunes that he’s familiar with as it is his work, he gets the shock of his life at the creak and the slam of the latch from the door. he jolts up, yelping when he knocks his knee against the coffee table, only to - “y/n…”
“sorry,” you whisper, stepping in and yoongi quickly paces over when you’re juggling jungkook in one arm, the other trying to hold the door open. he gently nudges you to the side so you can tend to jungkook with both arms and he’s locking up for you instead.
when you thank him, he tells you it’s no problem and as he heads back to his work station that drags out from the dining room to the living room, your chuckle catches his attention - more so when you sit beside him in front of his laptop.
“what’re you doing?” you murmur, leaning against him so you don’t have to crane your neck in case you want to see his screen. he clears his throat and relaxes into the sofa, rubbing the nape of his neck, “uh… well…”
“well?” you sing-song, quietly, because jungkook’s fast asleep comfortably in your arms and at first yoongi thinks he shouldn’t talk about it. because who cares and why do you but when you look at him like that, like that where you’re dying to know with curiosity lighting up the flame in your pupils, he gives in and starts to talk about it.
he describes of the procedure, and he gets his fuel of passion in talking about his passion when you ask questions, pointing at the level bars, to the audio controls, over to any other thing that catches your fancy.
yoongi could, would talk more and it would be to the point he talks your ear off but the light thud he feels against his shoulders gets him to stop. light, before it turns into a tornado storming inside his ribcage when he sees you sleeping on his shoulder, jungkook sleeping on yours.
he presses a smile and carefully reaches over to tuck you to him, while he uses his free hand to close his laptop quietly.
“guess it’s time to sleep, then.”