|| BTS Yoongi Imagines ||

He Wants Your Attention

The main door opened and closed with a soft click. Yoongi had just returned home from another quite exhausting day from working at the studio all day long and barely had any energy to keep himself up without swaying on his heels.

Lazily shuffling over to the couch, he carelessly dumped his shoulder bag onto the plump cushions before falling back onto the soft covers himself and throwing his head back and letting out a loud worn out sigh. Tilting his head a fraction to the side, he caught sight of the neon clock hanging on the far corner of the wall. The time read 9.30 in the night.

"Oh, I always stay up working so late," he mumbled to himself, being so weary that his voice sounded like a whisper. "I think it's getting harder for me to keep up at it by the day."

Breathing softly, he let his droopy eyes flutter shut and decided to pay attention to the serenity of the living room. The clock ticked on and from the open window to his far left, he could hear the faint whooshing of the nighttime breeze followed by vehicles honking in the faraway distant.

For Yoongi, tonight was exceptionally quiet. Dare he say that it was too quiet? He was certainly not a man who despised the value of silence. In fact, he cherished it like a jewel but tonight, he felt he was undoubtedly missing something.

Then it hit him.

Your voice! He hadn't seen or heard from you since he got home. Your usual but adorable 'welcome home' followed with a sea of kisses had not greeted him today.

Which was why the whole house reminded him of a dreary and abandoned cemetery at night. Pulling himself up from his former lounging position to a standing one, he decided that it was upto him to search for his princess.

He had to admit that his legs and shoulders were just on a mission to kill him tonight and a part of him wanted nothing but to fall back under the warm covers of the couch, curl up like a kitten and fall asleep till daylight arrives, but the other part of him, -the soft part of him that he dares not to reveal to a soul on earth but you-, desired your sweet warmth along with your little arms wrapped around him, soothing him, protecting him and letting him bask in all of your affection.

If he wanted to take a nap, then he sure as heck was gonna pull you under the covers to happily cuddle with him and never let you escape his arms.

He scuttled from one room to another in hopes of finding a glimpse of you or possibly a clue that could lead him towards you.

He trotted down the long hallway and was just about to pass by your open bedroom door, when he skidded in his tracks before peeking in through the arched doorway. As he did so, he leaned against the doorway as a soft smile crept to his face.

For there you were by your desk at the far corner of the room, with your eyes glued to the screen as your fingers clacked rhythmically on the keyboard. The only sound that echoed was the clickety-clack sound of you furiously typing away at your computer.

The silence was soon broken by Yoongi, chuckling to himself upon seeing your hair looking so disheveled and astray. What amused him even more, was that you hadn't even realized his presence.

"Ah, my sweet workaholic girl," he sighed to himself before a mischievous smile dawned upon him. Inching forward, he entered the room before soundlessly making his way around, careful not to deter his presence.

You were still working away with your cheek resting on your palm, when Yoongi crept up from behind you before wrapping his arms around your shoulder, pulling you into a warm cuddle from behind.

With a startled gasp, you ceased your vigorous typing and froze on the spot.

"Y- Yoongi?" you hesitantly asked, even though you were more than familiar with the soft warmth of his embrace.