BTS One Shots

To-Don't | Yoongi

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Sometimes, life gets overwhelming. But Yoongi will gladly remind you of the things you tend to forget.

pairing: yoongi x reader
genre: fluff
warnings: none (unless you consider mentions of stress one)
word count: 1.8k
a/n: hi guys! Different day than usual, and I'm still kind of tired so I hope there are no typos that slipped through, but here's the fic as promised :) I hope you like it!

PS: I've started to post Valentine's in a separate story, since I'm adding multiple parts to the one that's in this work. If you want to check that out, you can go to my profile and find it there. Thanks for reading!! :)

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Deep breaths, you tell yourself, eyes fluttering closed as you force yourself to follow your own instructions. Deep breaths, you'll be fine.

You open up your eyes, slowly breathing in through your nose, out through your mouth. You're standing in the middle of your living room, heart pounding and muscles tense with stress. You don't even feel like you can sit down somewhere, take the time to pour yourself a cup of tea, or take a hot shower and let yourself unwind for a second – your mind just keeps running, thinking back, thinking ahead. Ideas, tasks, worries. Things you said, things you'll have to say, reports you have to write, cleaning you should be doing... and all of it is coming at you all at once. Like a ton of bricks that suddenly drops from the sky, bricks pulverising you in a split second. Everything you have to do, everything you should be doing –

It paralyses you.

It's not necessarily that you feel like crying, or breaking down. It's like your body is just refusing to do any of the hundreds of tasks on your list, and your mind is just playing along, keeping you rooted to your spot.

You let out a shaky breath, gaze flickering to the window. It's dark outside. You know it's late – a little past eleven, you figure. When you left your office around half past ten, you were the last to switch off the light at your desk. You'd trudged through an abandoned building, the only wave and smile you received coming from the night guard sitting at his spot at the entrance, feet propped up on his desk and leaning back to stare at his screen until morning. Your car had been the last to leave the parking lot, the sound of your heels clicking against the pavement echoing through the area.

And yet you'd been the first to come home.

It's not like you're not used to it, and it's not like you don't understand. Living together with Yoongi is both a blessing and a curse, if you're being truly honest. You get to spend your downtime together, or those precious few minutes before you go off to work for the day, or your free days sleeping in, just resting in each other's arms in a peaceful silence. The curse here is, though, that those days off, that downtime, it's all few and far between, and those few minutes in the morning and at night are usually just that – a few minutes.

Which is exactly why you're here, stressed, frozen, and alone.

You could just call someone, or text, just to vent your frustrations and move on. A good point. You could. Only one problem – you don't have the fucking time.

At that thought, you suddenly jump into action, blood rushing through your veins as you grab your laptop and your phone, pulling up your to-do list for the coming weeks. Meetings, meetings, and even more meetings, prepare stuff for those meetings, write proposals, prepare pitches, call Anne, email IT department, brainstorm on new approach, help organise networking event. Make doctor's appointment, check budget, clean bathroom, clean the whole goddamn apartment while you're at it, get groceries before you run out of food, do the dishes, meal prep for the week. Do this, do that, and do more.