BTS 8th Member Imagines

Lonely

Everyone is working.

I've been laid on the couch in Yoongi's office for an hour now, scrolling through Twitter and Instagram until my thumbs hurt. Yoongi himself hasn't taken his headphones off for the entire day, only going out to grab a glass of water. Namjoon walked in once, but went out almost as soon as he came in with Yoongi's spare computer mouse in hand.

Yawning, I dragged my body away from the pillows and slid out from under the pile of blankets. I stared at Yoongi's hunched back for a few seconds before walking out, unicorns slippers cuffing on the floor.

"Kookie?" I call sleepily, knocking on our shared room's door before stepping in. He's not there.

Aish, I'm so bored.

"Jin?" I shout in a hushed voice. Jin's in the kitchen with his laptop playing soft yet loud classical music on the worktop while he chops up a leek, adding them to a pan full of soup on the hob. He doesn't look up, instead turning to add more leek to the pan, and walking to the fridge.

With a resigned and quite frankly tired sigh, I walk to Taehyung's room, opening the door only to see his sleeping figure curled up in the bed. I can't disturb him... he was working out the entire morning...

Closing the door with a gentle thump, I turn back around. Par the classical music still floating in the air, the dorms are silent. Hobi and Jimin are in the dance studios, practicing some new dance of theirs that the rest of us don't know.

We don't usually have days like this, although them have been getting more frequent. Everyone is usually doing something together, occupied by either hobbies or work; Namjoon and Yoongi in the office, Hobi and Jimin in the dance studios, and me with either Jin doing baking or Taehyung and Jungkook, fighting it to the death on Overwatch.

I slink back to Yoongi's office, back to the couch. I sit down for about 5 seconds before getting right back up and trailing over to stand behind his chair, leaning over so I can see his screen; there's no point. I understand nothing.

I slowly make my way around the chair, carefully studying Yoongi's face for any signs of annoyance, and slide onto the cushion situated loosely on his lap. Due to the fact that I often come over and fall asleep on his lap, he has started keeping cushions on his lap whenever he sits down out of habit; it's also earned me the nickname 'kitten' which I don't really like, but can deal with if it's from one of the members.

He doesn't react, so I simply curl up and fall asleep. It doesn't last long, however, when I feel an impatient tapping on my shoulder and wake up to see Yoongi's face scrunched up.

"Yoongi?" I murmur sleepily. He seems to be doing it subconsciously, a habit I'd grown to notice him do often.

"What?" His voice is sharp, gaze unwavering as he clicks the mouse furiously.

"I- Nevermind." I crawl off his lap and go to Taehyung's room, carefully opening the door and closing it behind me. With both hands enveloped in my jumper sleeves, I crawl under the covers and curl up, my back slotting perfectly into his front. His arms wrap around my small body as he lets out a tired groan, pulling me closer. However, due to my earlier nap, I can't sleep and simply lay like this for ten minutes before growing restless.

Eventually, I cautiously slide out of his arms and off the bed with a soft thump. Then, slipping my unicorn slippers back on, I walk out to see Jimin and Hobi taking their shoes off at the door.

"Oh, hi Miso," Jimin greets with a grin. Hobi sends me a tired wave before making his way to the bathroom, picking up a towel on the way.

"Hi Jimin!" I exclaim in return, perhaps a little too excited at human interaction. Jimin mocks shock.