When Namjoon was gone you turned to the bathtub, checking and adjusting the water before adding some oils and salts and putting soap nearby. You checked the door and set out some towels then turned to Yoongi. His lips were bitten red and his cheeks were tear stained, hair messy and eyes red and puffy.
"My Yoonie," you cooed, running your fingers over him softly as you carefully pulled his shirt off over his head.
He sluggishly raised his arms, wincing when he leaned forward.
"Come on," you murmured softly as you climbed into the tub with him.
You sat cross legged with your back to the side of the tub and he lowered down slowly, whimpering at the tenderness, and sat so that he was draped over your lap and his sore skin didn't have to touch anything but yours. He leaned back, resting his head on the edge of the tub and you reached up and pushed his hair back lightly with your fingers, admiring him. He sighed as the water enveloped him and his muscles began to relax. You didn't speak for a bit, both of you just soaking in silence, faint sounds of others in the house and the movement of the water whenever you shifted the only noise.
"You're staring at me," he finally murmured, his eyes closed and his face slack.
Your fingers were tracing lightly along his lower back beneath the water, your other hand resting on his thigh.
"Yes I am," you replied softly. The room was a little steamy and everything was wet, your hair sticking to the back of your neck and your skin warm and flushed.
"Well stop it," he grumbled, peeking one eye open.
"No," you said simply, giving his thigh a little squeeze.
He wiggled it beneath the water as if to shake you off but it was half hearted, only made the water slosh a little.
"I could look at you forever," you said, smiling. He grimaced.
"Ew," he mumbled, his voice deep and scratchy.
"Well it isn't my fault you're so pretty," you retorted.
"Stop calling me that," he grumbled, his cheeks getting a little pinker.
"Pretty?"
"Yeah you said it like a bunch of times earlier."
"Do you really not like it or are you just being difficult?" He grumbled incoherently.
"Pretty," you said, grinning.
His eyes opened and your breath caught because fuck he actually was that pretty. You didn't say anything though, just pulled on his arm until he was sitting up, tugged him more onto your lap. "What is this, I'm bigger than you-" he complained as you made him straddle you, turning so he could wrap his legs around your waist.
"Shut up," you said, simply, sliding your hands over his warm wet skin until you were tilting his head down to kiss him.
As difficult as he had been until your lips met he melted into you immediately, mouth going pliant and hands resting on your shoulders. You felt warm inside now, stomach fluttering as your lips moved with Yoongi's, soft and sweet and so lovely. You parted your lips against his and he followed suit, wanting to taste more. You let out a relieved sigh when your tongue finally met his and he was just as warm and soft and sweet there. He brushed his fingers through your hair slowly, and then brought them back up to do it again, kissing you lazily as he played with your hair, completely at ease perched on your lap.
Your head was tilted back and your eyes were only half closed, although you couldn't see anything but his dark lashes resting on his skin. You slid your hands over his stomach as you kissed him, feeling him inhaling and flexing at the slight tickle that came with such light touches, his breathing pausing and then exhaling against your lips as you traced over his ribs then flattened your hands out, thumbs brushing over his nipples.
