soft hours » bts

4.0

includes ; yoonyoon cursing in the middle of the night, u cryin, keep in mind mothertruckers yoonyoon and u aint dating here, comfort cuddling from roommie yoonyoon, storytime kids, ok bye hf im tired.

min yoongi & y/n - ❛don't cry❜

"mhmh-" Yoongi stirred awake from his sleep frowning at the sound of quiet sobbing. Who the fuck is crying at this fucking hour what the fuck is wrong with-

Crumbling, Yoongi ran a hand through his bed hair. After a few minutes of sitting in silence and hearing the quiet sobbing Yoongi finally concluded that it was coming from your room. He sighed, why were you crying? Did something happened? but then again Yoongi wouldn't know. He hadn't talked to you in a whole week because of his busy schedule. He spent the last week in his studio preparing a new track.

Guilt filled his mind as he realized he hadn't replied to any of your texts or calls because he had lost his phone somewhere under the mess in his studio but that probably isn't the reason why you were bawling your heart out in the middle of night, right?

He finally got on his feet and slowly walked out of his room to get to yours. He knocked on your door a couple of times and heard you ruffling around inside the room and then in a couple of seconds the sound of your feet approached him. "ye-yes?" you tried your absolute best to hide the fact that you were crying as you opened only a crack of the door not intending to look outside.

"y/n" he mentally cringed at his deep voice. "O-oh oh yoongi? when did you get home?" You tried to hide your sniffle as you wiped your face to remove any sign of tears standing behind the door. Yoongi sighed having an idea of why you were crying already after getting a glance of the screen of your laptop lying on your bed.

Without another word he pushed open the door startling you as you stumbled a few steps back. He grumbled pulling you into his chest as he paddled with you towards the bed and making the both of you fall onto it with him on top of you. 

"Wh-what?" You frowned but nonetheless grabbed onto his sweatshirt for security. Yoongi swatted the laptop with the back of his hand, making it drop on the floor as he situated the both of you properly on the bed. He hummed dropping his chip on your head.

He wrapped your arms around his waist as he placed his leg on your thigh. After a few minutes of complete silence you started accept his affections as you buried your head into his chest and placed your leg on his other thigh willingly and cuddled into him. He sighed again, his breath hitting your head.

"was it her again..." he started, for some reason whispering and you nodded sniffling again. He hummed combing your hair, he muttered soothing words of encouragement, love and compliments as you cried and explained what had happened in your last call with your mother. 

At around 3am did you stop and spoke aloud, "and y-you you dickhead didn't respond to any of my calls" Yoongi chuckled mumbling a sorry. It was tempting not to kiss the pout away from your lips but Yoongi knew his boundaries. He would never put you in a position you didn't want to be and so instead he places one on your forehead and asks you to sleep cause he's fucking tired.

It only takes the both of you a few minutes to make your way to dreamland. Yoongi mumbles a faint good night and you try to as well. The night goes on with loud snores and soft cuddling as you both wake up the next afternoon missing all your morning classes.

"Darn it Yoongi!"

a/n ; 
ok i dont like this one LIKE AT ALLLLL 
P.S a sneaky lil thanku to rei for leaving votes on every one of my shitty stories even tho nobody reads any of them. ily ok bye.

-kjw