Request: could you do an imagine where both you and Yoongi are super exhausted from work and you’re both just all sleepy and can’t drink anymore coffee without wanting to gag and it’s all fluff and sleepy cuddles. Thank you so much! Happy Birthday!!
Genre: fluff
Ship: ReaderxYoongi
Word Count: 906
A/N: this is so late but 95% of my writing is soooooooooo yeah! anyways hope you like it!
Originally posted by sugasuite
The times you let out a loud huff today were countless. Your feet felt as heavy as bricks and your shoulders could only slump forward. Even your head wanted to drop. Eyes painfully dry and tired, you had no idea how you were managing in opening your door. Bag slipping off of your right shoulder, you couldn’t wait to get a full night’s sleep. It had been so long since you had had nothing on your plate. With the next few days being your break, the excitement was abundant.
When you finally got the door open, you kicked your shoes off, dropped your bag, and peeled off your jacket. Walking into your place, you stopped at the sight of Yoongi laying on the couch, eyes closed and lips parted slightly as he snored silently. He must have let himself in after finishing up with his schedule. You both were worn and having him there made you happy.
Running into your room, you changed into an oversized shirt and a pair of pajama shorts before going out to get your boyfriend. Wanting to ask him to come to the bed, you reached so you could shake his shoulder. He must have begun to stir because he quickly grabbed your forearm and pulled you on top of him. Letting out a surprised giggle, you quickly got comfortable instead of fighting him. Resting your head on his chest, he was warm and you could hear his steady heartbeat. He wrapped his arms around you and it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep there. Both reeking of coffee, no one deserved rest more than the two of you.
It wasn’t until the next morning nearing noon that you woke up. Of course, Yoongi was still passed out beneath you, his hair more disheveled than hours before. Slowly, you escaped his grasp and tip toed around so you wouldn’t disrupt his slumber. Still tired yourself, you knew trying to fall back asleep was useless. It wouldn’t work so you were up for the rest of the day. Glancing at the coffee machine in the corner of the kitchen, your body, for the first time, cringed. After downing so much so you could stay up and work, your whole being was now rejecting it. Instead, you went for a glass of water and went to catch up with what all your friends had been doing lately. Checking all kinds of social media, time flew by as you scrolled endlessly. Sitting on the chair beside the couch, the whole space was quiet.
After two hours, you finally looked up when you heard Yoongi getting up from the couch. Watching as he stretched and let out a long and big yawn, it took a second before he looked at you through sleepy eyes. Practically squinting, he couldn’t help but smile when he saw you beaming at him. “Good morning,” you chirped, putting your phone away. You got up and walked over to where he was sitting. Naturally, he hugged you close, closing his eyes again.
“Morning,” he croaked back through his deep morning voice. He then shifted so his head was in your lap and he was looking up at you. Black hair sticking up in all directions, it was impossible not to play with it. Running your fingers through it, he grabbed your other hand, intertwining his fingers between yours. Nothing else was said for a moment and you both liked it that way. Fatigue still loomed of your heads although routine had you up for the day. Eventually, you found yourself playing with his bloated cheeks. Causing him to giggled, he swatted your hands away only for you to pout. Continuously trying to play with the face of his you loved so much, you both were both bickering as you fought. When his big gummy smile appeared, you let out a loud laugh loving it more than anything. “Stop! You’re so-”
“So what?! I just love your face,” you countered as he scooted towards the edge of the couch. Suddenly, he was falling onto the floor with a loud thud. Gasping, you felt bad. “Oh gosh! Are you okay?”
He sat up, rubbing the back of his head. Narrowing his eyes at you, you hoped he wasn’t mad. “You’re lucky I love you.”
Grinning, you grabbed his face and planted a quick kiss on his lips. “I love you too,” you cooed.
Clearing his throat, no matter how many times you two kissed, he always blushed and got excited. “I think… I think I need another kiss so my head doesn’t hurt,” he pouted.
Rolling your eyes, you knew that was coming. Leaning in again, you kissed him again, this time longer. Pulling away, you saw him pout at the loss of touch. “You taste like coffee,” you frowned, the taste still something you dreaded.
“Whatever,” he chuckled, getting up on the couch before peppering you with kisses to the point your ticklish body was pushing him away. Although still tired, Yoongi always had enough energy to love on you. Some may think he’s cold but he was undeniably the softest human around you. He couldn’t help it. Even after days and weeks of working, the first place he came to was yours. He always chose you. He loved you and although you both could get tired of the taste of coffee, you could never get tired of each other.