𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝟑 | 𝐅𝐈𝐍

yoongi

a/n: yes, i'm early with updates but there is a reason! tomorrow, i'm heading off to the city with my class for an excursion so i have to leave really early to catch the bus and stuff so there will be no time for me to update then. i just figured it'd be better to do it now for you all! love youuu!

HIS WORLD

- yoongi is stuck on lyrics until you decide to help him out

Your attention strays from the words written in the book to Yoongi, curled up on his chair at his desk. Letting the book fall onto your chest, you hide your smile beneath your hand and watch him work.

Your nights normally end up like this. Him, working on lyrics for the band while you do light reading until he's done. Never have you stopped to just stare at him.

His eyes, brown, warm and rich with a purity that's rare in others, are narrowed onto the notebook balanced on his knee. His soft, pink lips are jutted out, the bottom one occasionally being drawn in between his teeth when he's figuring out an idea. His hands, strong but gentle in touch, flex in and out to relieve the cramps from writing too long. His hair, coloured a dusty purple, is disheveled upon his head in a way that's undeniably attractive.

His throws his head back, splaying his limbs out over the edge of the seat as a groan of frustration leaves his lips. You jump at his sudden outburst, placing your hand over your chest for dramatic flare.

He lifts his head up slightly, not moving from his odd position. "Sorry, baby. I didn't mean to scare you."

You wave his apology away with a soft smile and push yourself off the couch. He notices your arrival and sits himself on the chair properly, a pout replacing the look of helplessness from a few seconds ago.

You chuckle, seating yourself on his lap as you snatch up the notebook to see what he's working on. Your hand instinctively reaches up to play with the hairs on the back of his neck, mind focusing on his work.

"This isn't you," you conclude, throwing the notebook onto the desk. He glances at it before furrowing his brows, returning his gaze to you.

"Not me?" He asks, confusedly scratching his head. You tsk and hold his hand in yours, nodding to his question.

"These lyrics are bland. It's like you're only writing for the sake of writing. It shows when you truly feel what you write, Yoongs. Try again but this time, write about your world," you suggest, kissing his cheek before going back to your book on the couch.

His eyes stay on you, a smile slowly making its way onto his face. He loves how you understand him at times where he doesn't even know what he's feeling. He knows he'd be lost without you. Gasping in realisation, he gets to writing, scribbling down all the ideas pleasantly filling his mind. He feels himself relaxing at how easily the words come out of him, each one reflecting what he's feeling on the inside. It's personal, emotional and filled with so much love.

All because it's about you.