One Shifty Boi | k.th (discontinued ?)

18 | Warm

It's warm.

Also, your arm is a bit numb, so you try to reach out and stretch it. No use, it doesn't budge.

Huffing in annoyance, you try the other arm. Equally no luck. You throw your head back against the couch and groan pitifully into the darkness of your living room. A cacophony of gentle snores surrounds you on all sides.

At some point while Taehyung had been talking with his friends, each of the boys' eyes began drooping shut, one by one, until they all had more or less passed out on the couch.

With you stuck in the middle.

How did you even end up on the couch? You don't know. At one point you had been having a grand ol' time, conversing with the guys and getting along just swell and then all of the sudden they started dropping like grown men-sized flies and squashed you under their collective weight.

Okay, it is cozy, you'll admit, with Hoseok leaning on one of your shoulders and Jimin curled up in a little ball with his head on your lap. Taehyung, however, is getting a bit on your nerves. He's splayed all across the couch and flopped halfway over Jimin, with his nose buried in your neck and warm breath fanning across your skin.

A shiver jumps down your spine when he exhales deeply against the skin of your collarbone, nearly giving you a heart attack. You may have imagined it, but you swear you can feel him smile against the skin. You wrench a hand free and smack him square in the face. Taehyung's face screws up and he grumbles in protest but remains asleep.

It kind of feels like you're babysitting a bunch of sleepy toddlers. Big, heavy toddlers.

Now your legs are going numb. You try to shake off Jimin, who's latched tight to your thigh and is using it as a pillow.

You're feeling quite exploited right now. If people (hybrids?) are going to keep falling asleep on you then you ought to start charging something. Make a business out of it, become rich. From the looks of things, you've already got quite a few potential customers.

While lost in your daydreaming of what to do with all your wealth after becoming rich off marketing yourself as a premium pillow to cute, tired hybrids, you barely notice when one such specimen materializes from the shadows and enters your line of sight.

Okay he didn't exactly materialize, but until he pads over to the couch on little light feet and stands before you with his head tipped to the side, you hadn't even noticed Yoongi was there.

"Uh... hi," you murmur, so as not to wake the snoozing babies crowded around you. You're not sure how to explain this predicament. Even in the late night dimness you manage to meet Yoongi's ice blue eyes and he grins, silently laughing at you and the situation you've managed to get yourself in.

Yoongi, you've come to find even in such a short amount of time, is not much of a talker. Not that you mind, seeing as Taehyung and Hoseok talk more than plenty enough for themselves and then some.

With the chatterboxes asleep, at least, you feel like you can finally chill. Except you can't, because they're cutting off the circulation in your limbs by latching on like little koalas.

"Mind, uh, helping me out a little?" you plead, quietly, while trying to channel as much desperation into your face as possible to sway Yoongi into saving you. Though, it doesn't seem to take much to convince him.

The corner of his lips curves up in the slightest and he steps closer, completely silent. Oh so gently, he coaxes away Hoseok's sleep-induced death grip on your arm, then climbs onto the couch and allows the blonde to latch onto himself instead. Yoongi settles into the tight spot and makes himself comfortable. He, unlike, you, doesn't seem to mind being squished.

Inwardly though, you're still moved that Yoongi would sacrifice himself to spare you from being hugged to death, even if by just a little bit.

"Cuddly." He says simply, and so softly that you barely hear it, even with him pressed snugly against your side. He is peering down at the younger boys with a fond look on his face, and then looks up to you. There is a twinkle in his eyes and he smiles.

You snort a laugh, and nod in agreement. "Yeah, no kidding."

Below, Jimin clutches a little tighter to your leg.