Unsatisfied with your life was an understatement. Being under the thumb of your father can have that effect. He wanted someone capable of running the company, but you wanted to pursue your passion. Countless unwanted blind dates and the threat of lo...
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"No, wrap it this way." I laughed.
I laid my hands over Jungkook's showing him how to wrap the yarn around the crochet hook. The man had insisted that since we had the time, I should show him how to make some of the blankets I would be sending to Jimin later. And while gift baskets had been a piece of cake for him, the poor guy was struggling to keep his hands where they needed to be while crocheting.
"Loop it around your pinky like this and then over your index finger. Make sure you're not too loose."
I watched as he carefully wrapped the strand around his hook and slowly pulled it through the holes, his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration. His long hair fell into his face, and I wondered how he was even able to see anything he was working on. I brushed a few strands behind his ear, Jungkook not even fazed by the action as he focused on what he was doing. The movie had ended hours ago, and most of the boys had holed themselves up somewhere. Jin had gotten a call from the hospital saying there was an emergency surgery. He apologized profusely, to which I had simply told him it wasn't a problem. He was a busy man. Very in demand from what I had heard from Jimin, and I couldn't fault him for a job where he saved lives.
Namjoon had stepped out too. Said he needed to handle a few things at the office, and he would be back. Yoongi elected to make a late lunch/early dinner, so he was slaving away in the kitchen. Jimin was fast asleep on the couch next to us. I wondered if we should wake him, but Jungkook had told me that he had been putting in a lot of overtime at the hospital the last couple of weeks and probably needed the extra sleep. I even felt bad about it because that meant he had taken time out of his already packed schedule to spend that evening with me.
Taehyung was perched right next to Jungkook. Splitting his attention between what I was showing Jungkook and the television that was currently playing some rerun of a popular K-drama.
Hoseok had quickly swiped me from Jimin once the man was out cold. I was currently settled between his legs, his hands running through my hair, braiding pieces of it on occasion. I was quickly learning that physical touch was their love language. Maybe some of them fell into another category, but even if that's the case, physical touch was high on their list. It seemed any time one of them came within arm's reach of me they would touch me. Whether a brush on my arm, a pat on the head, or leaving chaste kisses on any piece of skin they could. Being so deprived of such affection for so long, I was basking in it.
Hobi's ministrations paused long enough to wrap his arms around my waist to pull me further into his lap as I moved to scoot a bit closer to watch over Jungkook.
"Stay." He commanded, going back to my hair.
"Yes sir." I giggled, opting to lean towards Jungkook instead.
After I fixed the pattern he was working on again, I leaned back into Hoseok. I could easily take a nap myself with how relaxed I was at the moment.
"You should come by the studio next weekend. I'm hosting a class for the younger students, and I think it would be a good chance for you to come watch and take a break with everything that's been going on lately."
"If you don't mind, I'd love to."
I tilted my head up to look at him. His smile already making me glad I had accepted as he kissed my temple.
"Good. Now lift up again, I'm almost done with your hair."
I turned my attention to the tv, shifting enough to stretch my legs out behind Jungkook. Taehyung quickly took an ankle, moving himself so my feet rested in his lap. He began rubbing my feet, digging his fingers into my soles making me let out happy sighs. Oh yeah. The pampering was definitely something I could get used to. The door opening had all of us checking to see who was here just as Namjoon rounded the corner of the entryway.
"Welcome home." Taehyung and I said at the same time.
"Jinx!" I yelled before he could, his narrowed eyes making me smile triumphantly.
"I'm home." Namjoon chuckled, ruffling my hair and then Tae's as he passed.
"Yah! I was almost done!" Hobi scolded him, running his fingers through it aggressively, hoping to salvage it.
"Dinner is done. Someone come help me set the table. Namjoon, call Jin and see if he'll be back in time for dinner or if I need to pack his up."
Namjoon nodded, continuing his way through the living area to the hallway as Taehyung jumped up to go help Yoongi.
"Y/N. What happened?" Jungkook whined turning his tangled mass of fingers and yarn to me for help.
His bottom lip poked out just the tiniest bit, eyebrows scrunched together as if he had no idea how this situation happened. Hoseok and I both laughed as I reached out to help him fix it.
"I think you may be better suited to tie blankets rather than crochet."
He shook his head frantically as I freed his fingers.
"No no. I'll get it. I just need to keep practicing."
I undid the series of knots he somehow managed to do before setting aside his project and patting his back.
"Alright we'll keep practicing, but for now, we should eat."
Jungkook and Hobi stood, making their way towards the dining room as I made a pit stop at the sleeping fairy still lost in slumber.
"Jimin." I called to him, kneeling next to his head.
He faced me, one cheek smooshed against the arm of the couch as his silvery blonde locks fanned out across his forehead. His lips were pushed out, looking invitingly plump and I couldn't help but poke them.
"Jimin. Yoongi made dinner."
He didn't move. Breathing still deep and even. He must have been exhausted and I wanted nothing more than to let him keep sleeping, but he really should eat something. Maybe after that I can convince him to go back to bed in his room. I shuffled a bit closer, kissing his adorable nose before moving to his lips. I pecked them once, twice, finally getting some kind of reaction as he groaned.
"Time to wake up handsome." I murmured, feeling my heart skip beats as he tiredly blinked open his eyes.
"Y/N?"
"Time for dinner."
"Do we have to?"
His eyes closed again, only peeking open when I started laughing.
"Yes, we have to. Let's eat, and then you can go back to bed."
I stood, planning on heading to the dining area since he was awake now, but Jimin caught my wrist before I made it too far. Sitting up and stretching his limbs that had been cramped in the same position for the last two and a half hours.
"Will you sleep with me tonight?"
I lifted an eyebrow, searching for the underlying innuendo. Jimin waited for my answer, a smirk slipping past when he realized what he just said.
"I mean just sleeping. Unless you want to do other things of course."
"Yes, Jimin. I'll sleep with you. As long as you get up and come to dinner." I bargained, returning his smile.
"Okay, just one more thing." He stopped me again as I tried to lure us in that direction where I could hear everyone starting to converse.
Jimin stood, cupping my cheeks and laying the most tender kiss on my lips. It only lasted a few seconds before he was pulling away and taking my hand.
"I'll only accept you waking me up with kisses from now on."
