"yoongi!"
i looked up from my white bed sheets to see taehyung staring at me, our faces inches apart.
"how did you get in here?"
"well, jin told me he was heading out so he needed someone to make sure you were ok." there was a long pause. "after all, you did work very hard today!" he said, a smirk spreading over his face.
i could feel my face heating up.
"ah, is our little yoongi embarrassed?"
"shut up," I laughed dryly, turning over in my bed.
"you must be tired, right?" he asked softly.
i nodded. taehyung always tried his best to look after me, and i honestly liked it. it just hurt my pride to admit it.
a few minutes passed and it suddenly occurred to me that taehyung had actually gotten IN the bed with me.
"t-taehyung? but what if-"
"jeez, you are older than me, yet, I am always the one to look out for you." he smiled kindly, cutting me off before reaching over to kiss me on the forehead. i turned bright red.
snuggling up closer to him, i finally mustered up the courage to break the silence.
"sing me a song," i murmured.
"what?"
"you heard."
a few moments passed before taehyung finally began to sing. it was warm, comforting and familiar, and i pressed my head to his chest to listen to his heartbeat as he sang.
the last thing i remember was taehyung wrapping the blankets around us before we both fell asleep in each other's arms.
