BTS- one shots

Nimble- M.yg

"Can you stop fussing around?! I'm just braiding your hair!" Yoongi said exasperatedly as you couldn't help but brush the stray hair that kept falling on your eyes

He had walked into the bedroom to see you sitting in front of the dressing table, combing your hair for the night.

"How are you so fast at this-" he said as he pulled an ottoman closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he sat down behind you
"Can you let me finish this and then we can cuddle-"

"Can I try?" He whispered
You chuckled as you turned around to face him better, "try what?"

"Braiding your hair? It looks simple enough"
You cocked an eyebrow at him and proceeded to give him your scrunchie, "knock yourself out"

It had been 15 minutes since that exchange, him fumbling, asking you every few seconds to show him again, only for him to mess up the sections again

"Just- let me do it Yoon-" you said, turning around, reaching for your scrunchie

"No I am determined to get this right. There must be some advantage to being good with my hands"

You snorted as Yoongi chuckled "WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING" he asked as his shoulders shook with silent laughter

"Just don't say that out loud in public" you said as you wiped tears from your eyes.

He leaned forward and whispered, "I mean, where is the lie? I'm good with my hands aren't I?" He said, brushing his lips on your ears ever so slightly, causing your cheeks to heat up, your hands flying up to cover your ears

"Min Yoongi that's enough funny business for the night!"

You watched him smirk at you through the mirror, before turning his attention back to your long strands, sighing when he realised he had misplaced the sections again.

You carefully divided the hair again and have it to him, sitting up as straight as you could while he tried it again, humming as his fingers weaved your hair.

You felt him reach the end of the braid, his hands fumbling again to remove the scrunchie around his wrist while trying to hold onto your braided end, yanking your head back in the process.

"I'm sorry I'm so sorry, are you okay?" He asked, his eyes wide with worry as he patted your head.

You sighed as you wordlessly asked for his hand, pulling the scrunchie off his wrist, handing it to him. He twisted it around the end and grinned in triumph,

"Pa pa pa ra ra! Pa rapapa pa!" He sang as he raised your braid and placed it over your shoulder so that you could see what he'd been up to.

It was wonky, with some strands criss crossing the others over sections.your eyes shifted from the braid to him behind you in the mirror, his hands on his hips as he beamed

"What? Is it not good enough?" Yoongi asked as you just stared at him and the braid

You got up from the chair with a smile and pecked his cheek, "better than my first try ever was, so I think you did a great job, love!"

He smiled again, bending down and hiding his face in the crook of your neck, his arms snaking around your waist as you stood there, taken aback by the gesture.

You smiled as you wrapped your arms around his back, his grip tightening around you, pulling you closer.

"Thank you..." He mumbled, only for you to hear, his lips grazing your neck.

"Whatever for?" You asked as your hand went up and played with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"For- for everything... But most of all, your patience," he said, bringing back all those days and nights where you knew he wanted to be with you, but couldn't, cause some things would always take precedence, whether he liked that or not.

It was the first time in weeks he'd been able to calmly focus on something other than music.

First time in weeks he could focus on you.

"Ahh Yoongi don't do this. I don't wanna cry before I go to sleep tonight," you say as you look up.
He pulls back from your neck and looks into your eyes, his smile soft, eyes crinkling as he looks at you with so much love that you wonder what he sees in you.

He kisses under your eyes, hands never leaving your waist as he whispers, "There you can't cry now. I've already kissed the tears away. No take backs!"

You chuckle, the tears brimming in your eyes slipping past anyway. Yoongi tuts as he gently wipes them away with the pad of his thumb.

"I'm not worth crying over," he smiles as he holds you close, hands loose around your waist
"Don't you ever say that!," You say as you hit his chest, "I- I don't cry over just about anyone or anything, Yoongi and let me assure you, you are worth crying over, okay?" You said as you looked down and wiped away the tears rolling down your cheeks, looking up to see a couple on Yoongi's cheeks too.

You reach up, wiping them as his face breaks into a sad smile, his face leaning into your hand, turning and kissing it.

"I love you so much," you say as he closes his eyes and leans into your palm.

"I love you more," he mumbled into your hand, before turning to look at you with a smirk, his eyes still glistening.

"I've always wanted to do this," was what you heard before you felt yourself be picked up and twirled, giggles of suprise and delight leaving your lips as he laughed, gently setting you down on the bed.

He kissed your forehead as you sat on the edge, "goodnight love. And sorry about the wonky braid,"

"Maybe we could practice more and you could become a hair braiding extrodinaire!"

Yoongi chuckled as he walked over to his side of the bed, getting under the covers, "I wouldn't mind that" he said as he flipped the switches, half the room enveloping in darkness.

"Then it's settled," you declared as you got in as well, switching off the lights on your side of the room.

You felt an arm snake around your waist, pulling you to his side.

"You've got to stop doing that!" You whispered into the dark

He placed his forehead on yours, and you could hear the smile in his voice, "Never. I'll never stop this."

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A/N
I think, personally, Yoongi would be stupid good at braids. Just one of his many hidden skills