Min Yoongi Oneshots

Cheering you up after work

You were thankful that Yoongi wasn’t anywhere to be seen when you got home from work. With a defeated sigh you slumped onto the sofa, too exhausted to even lift your aching feet for a massage. Today, you were on your feet a lot, but what made it worse was how you felt messed around by your colleagues. It was mentally and physically tiring, and as you relived those frustrating moments with your head in your hands, you were easily overwhelmed again. You managed to heave exactly one shaky sob before being bombarded with a small brown animal. An excitable Holly came into view, jumping on his hind legs and sniffing your face. It made you yelp in surprise, you had forgotten Yoongi had him for a couple of weeks while his family was on holiday. His fur was cold and he smelt of the outside, your boyfriend must have taken him for a walk. Lazily, you petted him back, blinking away the tears as you heard Yoongi walking in.

"How was work?" Yoongi asked, already walking into the open-plan kitchen.

You avoided his eyes. You had always been comfortable talking to Yoongi about your worries and frustrations. What you still hated was crying in front of him.

"Yeah, it was rough," you played it off with a shaky laugh.

Yoongi, who was already in the middle of preparing two hot drinks for the both of you, looked back over his shoulder at your figure, who was keeping busy with his dog. He sighed through his nose at the obvious frown lines between your brows. It was something that the both of you joked about, but today you were obviously upset and on the edge of crying, so he kept quiet.

"I’m listening, I know you need it," he said.

It could have sounded expressionless to other people but you knew he cared, so you spilled your anger with ease.  You continued when the hot drinks were done, Yoongi’s hand on your knee, and when some tears did escape he automatically handed you a tissue without having to be asked. He wasn’t an emotionally expressive person but the occasional squeeze to your knee still comforted you, and even now he granted you with a loose embrace–his arm laid around your shoulder as you leaned your ear onto his chest while you sniffled.

Yoongi waited for you to relax, smiling softly at the small dog sitting at your feet knowing something was wrong. He wished he could easily express the hurt he felt whenever he saw you upset, despite how you reassured him that it was okay. You loved the dynamic in this relationship, you felt he was a pillar of strength with his don’t-beat-about-the-bush attitude.

"Wait here, baby," he mumbled, giving your head a quick kiss before walking away.

You wondered what he was up to until Holly whimpered at you. You chuckled at his puppy eyes, his ears that pointed backwards.

"I’m okay," you whispered, helping him climb onto your lap.

A little while later, you heard the recognisable lilt of Yoongi’s footsteps. As he walked into view, he reached for one of your hands and wordlessly led you into a steaming bathroom. Your skin heated up from the steam but also blushing at Yoongi’s kind gesture. A hot bubble bath was prepared for you and to your surprise, Yoongi had turned to face you, helping you strip off your work clothes. There was nothing sexual, just tender and comforting with the light kisses he placed on your lips and cheeks occasionally. 

"Okay?" he asked as he helped you into the warm water. "Not too hot, not too cold?"

"It’s perfect," you hummed. You let your fingers wade through the soapy water before hesitantly asking him, "can you stay?"

He’s stunned, flustered for a second before he nods, his feet teetering. "Um, where do you want me?"

Your lips tugged upwards, adoringly. "Wherever you’re comfortable. Just stay with me."

Yoongi silently made his way to the side of the tub, placing the small step ladder beside it. The stepladder was a permanent addition after Hoseok’s kids were regularly babysat by you. You smiled as he perched down onto it, reaching for the peach scented shower gel. You leaned forward, gathering your arms around your legs and leaning your blushing face on your knee. Rolling his sleeves up his strong forearms, he dipped his hands in the water, the both of you giggling when his fingers tickled your skin. His hands gently massaged the shower gel into your skin, the feeling making you feel sleepy, hissing in pain as he kneaded a particularly tender muscle on your shoulder blade.

"You’re so tense," he said in his usual gravelly tone. You could only hum in reply. "If your job keeps stressing you out to this point just quit." You stayed quiet, listening to the water ripple over your shoulders as Yoongi washed the shower gel off.

"What are you working on at the moment?" you asked him instead, wanting to change the subject.

Yoongi took note of your tired voice, sighing and relaxing on the side of the tub. His hand relaxed into the water, fingers lazily outlining your ribs. He continued to talk about his work, his voice echoing around the bathroom walls, surrounding you and filling you with ease. Watching him talk about his music, the little upward twitches of his lips and the way his eyes narrowed whenever he got excited, made you feel so warm and soppy. Towards the end of your bath time, you ended up leaning over the edge of the tub watching videos on Yoongi’s phone until your tummy rumbled loudly. So Yoongi ordered straight from his phone and helped you out of the bath, patting you down gently with a towel. He made you feel so pampered, it was nice to be babied every once in a while. Before he walked out to sort out stuff for the food, after he’d wrapped you up in his favourite fluffy bathrobe, you stopped him by tugging at his hand.

"Thank you for cheering me up," you whispered, settling your hands on his waist.

He shook his head, smiling softly. "Just doing what any good partner would do."

"Still, it means a lot," you replied earnestly, tilting your head to place a peck on his lips as he gladly returned a few more before you both continued your evening in lazy bliss.