One Sister, Seven Brothers, and More Memories {BTS}

Sleep Over

Requested by jiminieorjoonie. I'm sorry this too long, but I hope you like it~!

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This was a dangerous game your boyfriend was playing. Sneaking into his eighteen-year-old girlfriend's house where her seven brothers lived was almost like being on the front lines in war. You were fast asleep in your bed, so you were unaware of your clumsy boyfriend creeping into your bedroom in the middle of the night. Him, being the most angelic being ever and the purest bean you had ever met, had no intention of doing anything nasty. He just wanted to prove to you that he could be a daredevil.

You had joked with him earlier at school that he was too nice to do anything mean. To this, he agreed, but then you said that he was too careful to anything daring.

"Like you know in all the movies where the boyfriend sneaks into his girlfriend's house?" you teased. "You wouldn't even look at my house without being invited."

So your boyfriend just wanted to show you that he could sneak around, even if it was just to cuddle you.

Your boyfriend, glancing between the floor to your bed behind his round glasses didn't know which would be better. Would you get mad at him for sleeping on the floor or in your bed? So he tip-toed over and tapped your shoulder, expecting you to wake up instantly.

But of course, you were a heavy sleeper. He pouted before shaking you gently like he would when you would fall asleep on him during lunch or break at school. But you didn't move then, either.

Your boyfriend whined. "(Y/N), wake up..." He squished your cheeks but immediately let go when he saw you stir. He went to your lamp and flicked it on so you could see and not freak out when you saw some dark figure standing over you.

You yawned before looking up. "Oh, hey, (Y/Boyfriend/N)."

"Hello," he grinned, waving at you cutely.

You looked at the alarm clock before shutting your eyes in attempts to go back to sleep, thinking this was all some sort of dream until reality hit you. You shot up. "What are you doing here?" you hissed.

He looked hurt at your reaction. "I snuck in."

"You're going to get killed," you gasped. "Like as soon as one of them wakes up, you're going to get flat-out shot."

"I wish you would've told me that sooner," he muttered, glancing off to the side.

"Jin usually gets here about 10 in the morning," you murmured, recalling always having to unlock the front door for him. He was married now and lived down the road a little ways from him childhood home, but he always made breakfast for his siblings, or at least tried to, anyways. "It would be best to get you out before then."

"I'm sorry," your boyfriend whispered, softly. "I didn't mean to get in trouble you anything. I can leave-"

"No, no," you shook you head, moving over in your bed. "You've made it this far. And why are you wearing khakis in the middle of the night?"

"In case I got caught," he said, slipping off his shoes and placing them near your door. "I at least wanted to look nice in case I got questioned."

"Can you sleep in them?" you asked, pulling your covers around your shoulders.

He nodded. "I have before, haven't I?" He took off his glasses and placed them on your dresser before turning the lamp off. He slipped in under the covers and when you went to snuggle him, he placed a pillow in between the both of you.