BTS Imagines

Yoongi ♡ Bubble Bath

Published: July 17, 2018
Rewritten: May 24, 2023

Word count: 1,723

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The sound of the front door opening pulled your attention away from your phone screen, prompting you to scurry into the living room. Yoongi was finally home.
You entered the room just in time to see him drop his bag by the front door and shuffle inside.
"Yoongi." You beamed, skittering up to him and engulfing him in a tight hug.
He wrapped his arms around you instantly, heaving a long sigh as he allowed himself to melt in your embrace.
"You have no idea how much this hug means to me." He murmured into your hair, his voice donning a tone of exhaustion.
"What's wrong?" You questioned, pulling back to look at him and examine his features.
"Rough day." He mumbled.
"Come on." You beckoned, leading him to the couch. "Sit there. I'll be back."
You ran off to the bathroom and started running some bath water for your overworked boyfriend, squeezing a little scented bubble bath into the tub before leaving the room.
"Babe, what are you doing?" Yoongi inquired from his spot on the sofa, curious to know what had you scurrying about the apartment.
"I'm running a hot bath for you so you can relax and de-stress."
His face softened. "You don't have to do that."
"I want to. You work hard all the time. You deserve it."
"Come here." He beckoned, holding his arms out.
You approached him and dropped down onto the couch next to him. He immediately pulled you into his chest and started stroking your hair.
"You're the best, you know that?"
"I'm not." You denied. "I'm just being nice."
"Just take the compliment."
You chuckled softly. "Okay, fine."
Enjoying having Yoongi so close, you decided to leave the bath water running for a while in favor of staying on the couch with your loving boyfriend for a few minutes, soaking in the moment.
Yoongi let out a song sigh, his eyelids sliding closed while his body slumped further into the cushions of the couch, his fingers combing gently through your hair.

"I have to check on your bath." You mentioned after a few minutes had passed, sadly putting an end to your quiet cuddle session.
Yoongi groaned when you got up, obviously disappointed that you had to go.
"I'll be right back." You assured him while speed walking out of the living room and down the hallway.
Once in the bathroom, you rushed to turn the faucet off, relieved to see that the water level was just right. You grabbed a few candles and lit the wicks, placing them around the tub as a final finishing touch.
Perfect.
"Your bath is ready!" You called from the bathroom doorway.
"Come help me up!"
"Ugh. Yoongi."
"Ugh. Y/n." He mocked.
You grumbled under your breath, stalking towards the living room. A smile graced Yoongi's soft features when he saw you.
"You're only happy because I'm helping you." You commented, pulling him off the couch.
"Why would you say that?" He feigned hurt.
Ignoring his comment, you took him to your shared bedroom, shoving him inside.
"Go do your thing."
He briefly narrowed his eyes at you and closed the door.
"He's so difficult sometimes." You muttered under your breath.
When the door opened a few short moments later, Yoongi was only in his boxers.
Your gaze immediately wandered down to his soft tummy, admiring how smooth it looked as you resisted the urge to caress and squeeze it. You don't think you'll ever get used to seeing him without a shirt on.
"What are you staring at?" He asked with a smirk, his head tilting to the side coyly.
"Nothing." You crossed your arms and looked away—a pathetic attempt at covering up your unconscious gawking.
He chuckled lowly and walked past you to the bathroom. Once the sound of the door clicking shut sounded down the hall, you went to your shared bedroom to gather Yoongi's discarded clothes, pausing when you heard the bathroom door open just a few seconds after it had closed.
"Hey babe?"
Your boyfriend was leaning out from the bathroom when you turned around.
"You wanna join me?" He smirked.
"Yoongi." You gasped, your cheeks set aflame at his offer.
"Come on, sweetheart. It would make my day." He pouted.
How dare he. He knows you can't say no to him, especially when he pouts and his eyes look so round and soft.
"I mean... I guess it wouldn't hurt."
"I'll be waiting." He grinned.