BTS One Shots

Siesta

Author's Note: This is a short one, because I lost interest in writing this. I hope you still enjoy it! 

One shots (Namjin):

🎤 Let's get it, you are my siesta.

Rub your eyes, it feels new.

Boom, boom, fireworks.

Boom, boom, fireworks.

Siesta.

The brief nap is over, I'm burning up.

Boom, boom, fireworks.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, yeah.

La-la-la, siesta.

La-la-la, siesta.

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.

Siesta.

My brief nap is over, I'm waking up.

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh. 🎤

The afternoon sun was shining through the second floor window, giving the bedroom a golden glow.

A young couple was lying underneath the covers of the queen size bed, still naked from their morning activities.

The older male had black hair, along with dark brown eyes, and was big spooning the younger male, who had chestnut brown hair, and golden hazel eyes.

There was a small tattoo of a seven on the inside of his right ankle, signifying his lucky number.

He's never been a religious person, but has always believed that the number seven held magical powers- hence why it was his lucky number.

I mean, he met his husband on the seventh day of the month, making him believe that they were destined to be.

And, they probably were, since they've been married for four years without any problems- sure, they still bickered like normal couples.

But didn't everyone?

He was the first to wake up that morning, opening his golden hazel eyes, and squinting then, until they adjusted to the bright sunlight.

He tried to sit up after that, but failed, hissing in pain, forgetting how painful being a bottom was.

They were a switch couple, in case you were wondering, meaning that they both topped and bottomed.

But he hasn't bottomed in a while, though, until that morning in fact, meaning that he forgot how painful it was.

He also forgot how much he hated it.

He groaned, before falling back onto the bed, getting the attention of his husband, who opened his eyes at that point.

"Now you know how I feel," he muttered tiredly against the pillow, while his eyes closed again.

"I wasn't too rough, was I?"

"No," the younger male just replied, continuing to lie on top of the sheets, not caring that his naked body was exposed.

"I'm just not used to being a bottom, that's all."

His husband hummed in reply, muttering something that sounded along the lines of "you should do it more often," underneath his breath.

He wrapped his arms around the younger male after that, enjoying the warmth that he was getting.

"Jin," he heard the brunette haired male say, his tone of voice sounding a couple miles away.

"It's the middle of the afternoon. We should probably get up."

"A couple more minutes," he managed to breathe out, finding himself on the verge of falling asleep again.

He's never been a morning person- that's always been Namjoon, who used to wake up at five in the morning during college.

And Seokjin could never understand how he could do that.

Before he knew it he fell asleep again, cuddled up to his younger husband like a koala clinging to its bamboo.

The younger male just smiled, before kissing the ravenette male on the temple, finding himself getting comfortable.

Pretty soon, however, he fell asleep himself, filling the bedroom with the soft breathing and light snoring of the young couple.

It was the perfect day to have a siesta.