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preference ▷ #2

i love writing this book and i love all of you and yes i did make another preference.
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    He comes home after a long day of rehearsal to find you sleeping on his side of the bed.

   -RM

    Namjoon pushes past the door, immediately kicking off his shoes and pulling off his jacket. The house was dark, nearly pitch black, meaning that you had already gone to bed.
 
   A stab of guilt rips through Namjoon's system, thinking of you sitting up for hours, waiting for him to return, before ultimately giving up and going to bed without him.

    "Jagi?" Namjoon whispers, walking into your shared bedroom. A warm glow of light radiated from his bedside lamp. Your sleeping silhouette is the first thing he notices.

   The second thing he notices is one of his white t-shirts. On you.

  He smiles, pulling off his shirt and pants until he was left in his boxers. The rapper immediately pulls on his sweatpants, and turns back towards you, sleeping soundly on his half of the bed.

   The smile doesn't leave his lips, even as he leans down, his arms going under your legs and back, carrying you bridle style.

   You stir, but don't open your eyes. Instead, a hand wraps around his neck, your fingertips knotting themselves in his dyed hair.

  Namjoon crawls into the bed, before setting you down next to him. All the while, your hands don't come off his body. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

  

    -Suga

    "(Y/n)?" Yoongi calls into the quiet house. "(Y/n)?" He asks, more desperately this time.

   He promised he would be home at 9, to take you to dinner for your birthday. Except, he got caught up with the members and had to stay a wee bit later than he had intended.

   It was 1 am.

  He pulls of his hat, jacket, shoes. Basically discarding anything that wasn't absolutely necessary.

  "(Y/n) I am so sor—" Yoongi speedwalks into your bedroom, expecting to see you sitting up, either mad or sad at the fact you had to spend your birthday alone.

  Instead, he found you clad in a longsleeved wool shirt and shorts, cradling his pillow with your hair strewn across the head of the bed.

  A smile fights its way to his lips, but soon disappears as he notices the dried tears that stained your soft cheeks.

   "Oh (Y/n), I'm so sorry." He whispers, scooting into bed beside you. He takes the pillow, replacing it with his own body. You wake slightly, noticing that he was finally home.

   "Happy Birthday, love." He whispers, pressing his lips to your forehead.

   "Jerk." You whisper, before passing back out.

  -Jhope

  
  
    "It'll only be a moment, I swear." Hoseok promises Namjoon, before disappearing into your apartment. The leader nods, leaning on the doorframe. Hoseok had to stop by, to get something, before having to go right back to rehearsal.