Seokjin spent the entire day babying you, as promised. You sat koalaed around him on his lap while he worked, resting with your head on his shoulder or chest. You expected to get bored eventually but it was just - nice.
The sound of his fingers clicking the keyboard was soothing and every now and then he would start to hum softly, his voice sweet and steady and vibrating against your cheek through his chest.
You let your eyes close, just enjoying the closeness and the calm. When he wasn't using both hands on the laptop he would rub softly at your back, tracing lazy circles distractedly.
He would rest his cheek or his chin on your head as he looked at the screen, clear his throat softly, occasionally mumble softly to himself as he read.
You loved that he was just letting you rest with him, not getting annoyed or tired of your weight on his lap. You mindlessly fingered the hem of his shirt, playing with the soft material as you blinked slowly, the warming light of the mid morning sun moving slowly across the floor.
Finally Seokjin sighed and scooted the chair back a little, patting your back and looking away from his laptop screen. You raised your head slowly, yawning and stretching your arms up.
He smiled and slipped his hands down your back, watching you stretch sleepily on his lap like a cat. When you relaxed again, closing your mouth and blinking sleepily he slid his hands under your thighs and grunted as he stood, lifting you with him.
You squealed and leaned forward, throwing your arms around his shoulders to hold on tight and wrapping your legs around his waist. He chuckled and walked slowly toward the door, hands gripping your ass and thighs to hold you up.
"Come on baby girl, time to feed you, hm?" He said, carefully taking you with him as he headed for the kitchen.
You giggled and held on tight.
"What's for lunch?" You asked, face pressed to his neck to make yourself easier to carry.
"What did you have for breakfast?" He replied.
"Um..." you mumbled guiltily.
"No breakfast?"
"Uh-uh," you said, shaking your head slightly.
He sighed.
"What am I going to do with you."
He sat you on the counter next to him while he cooked, reaching over occasionally to touch your bare knees, as if just to appreciate that you were there to touch at all.
While he cooked he asked you questions, encouraging you to talk to him about whatever you felt. You were so at ease, babbling about nothing important, kicking your legs and watching him happily.
"Open," he murmured, holding a spoon out for you to taste.
"Mmm!" You hummed happily after obediently opening your mouth for him.
He stood against the counter and fed both of you from the same plate, giving you bites and making sure you ate enough.
"Alright baby girl, I have to go back to work," he said when you were done eating.
You yawned, feeling full and happy.
"Can I come wif you?" You asked hopefully.
"You look tired," he said.
You pouted.
"Please!" You begged, leaning forward.
He smiled at you fondly and slipped his arms around your waist, hoisting you up again and you squealed happily, wrapping yourself around him as he carried you back up to the study.
