You were laying on the couch with Taehyung after your scene, his head resting on your chest, his limbs wrapped lazily around you.
"Pup," you murmured, your fingers running through his soft, fading blue locks.
You could see his dark roots showing through, and they were getting a bit long. He hummed in response and nuzzled his face against you, his fingers tightening briefly, the tag on the collar he still wore tinkling with the movement.
"Do you need any help studying?" You asked.
You knew that taking a break was important, but you were beginning to feel bad about distracting him for so long this evening.
"I do but I don't know who to ask," he murmured.
You continued to rhythmically comb through his hair with your fingers softly.
"Is there anything I can do to help? I mean I know we aren't studying any of the same things but I could still help you go over your notes or something," you said.
He raised his head and looked up at you with big eyes. The blue tips of his fringe fell into them messily, his dark lashes blinking it out of the way. His lips had a bit of a natural pout and his upper lip held the suggestion of a shadow, as if he hadn't shaved in a bit. The collar fitted snugly around his neck and in this position it moved a little with his Adam's apple when he spoke.
"Really? You want to help?" He asked.
"Yeah of course I do," you replied.
"It's organic chemistry," he warned.
You made a face and he giggled.
"It sounds...interesting at least," you said.
"You can teach it to me, that's the best want to learn something anyway."
He grinned and disentangled himself from you, rolling off the couch onto the floor. You giggled as you sat up, looking down at where he sat, looking like your cute little puppy again.
"Okay! Let's go to the kitchen, maybe someone will make us snacks," he said.
You smiled, stretching and straightening your clothes. He scrambled to his feet and grabbed his backpack as you made your way downstairs.
"I bet if you ask Yoongi once nicely he'd make you something," you told him.
"Hyung would grumble about me being needy though," he pouted.
"But he would still do it. That's what he's like," you said with a chuckle.
When you got downstairs Yoongi was in the kitchen, reaching into the fridge for a beer.
"Just the man we were hoping to see," you said, going over to plant a kiss on his soft cheek.
"What, me? Why?" He asked, setting down his beer to look at you.
"Cause you're handsome," you told him with a smile.
You swiped his beer and took a sip and he snatched it back after with a scowl.
"Right, sure," he said as you went to sit down by Taehyung who was pulling out his notebook.
"And also me and Tae Tae are hungry," you pouted, resting your chin on your fist and blinking up at Yoongi.
He stared back at you, lips parted. Taehyung glanced at you and quickly caught on, also batting his lashes and looking hopefully at the older boy.
"We're starving hyung," Taehyung said.
