BTS One Shots

Clocking Out | Yoongi

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Hi guys, I hope you're doing well♥ Finally finally finally, I have a yoongi fic for you again! It took a while but she hath arriveth fjksldsdjklf I hope you like it!! :)

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With a sigh, you rest your chin in your hands, eyes fluttering closed. A shiver runs down your spine when you feel the perpetually cold air seep through your thin work blouse, though even that doesn't help in keeping you awake anymore. Your eyes remain shut as you listen to the soft, cheerful music that's playing inside the store, and you feel yourself slowly drifting away, imagining yourself in a warm bed, wrapped in a pair of warm arms, a blissful smile teasing over your lips as you slowly sink further into a slumber...

An involuntary snore escapes you and you immediately jolt upright, blinking forcefully and hitting your cheeks to wake yourself. You quickly look around the deserted convenience store to see there's still no customers walking around, and you deflate once more, leaning your forearms on the counter.

Your eyes drift to the glass double doors, staring out into the empty streets. Small pools of rainwater litter the wet pavement, and they glint in the soft moonlight. You feel your eyes glaze over yet again as you keep your gaze there, a single car driving past and almost blinding you with its headlights. It makes a splashing sounds as it drives through a puddle on the road, and you watch as the rain spatters onto the pavement.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind hits you and you realise someone has opened the door. You jump to attention, putting on your best service smile – and your back slumps once more when you see who it is.

"How's my favourite cashier doing?" Yoongi greets you, closing the door behind him and putting his hands back into the pockets of his striped pyjama pants. His leather jacket is halfway open, revealing a black hoodie underneath, the straps very much uneven. His collar is askew, a white pyjama shirt peeking out.

You blink slowly, a lazy smile curling at your lips. "Counting down the minutes until I can go to sleep."

He chuckles, sauntering over to the counter as he tugs at the wire of his earbuds to pull them out, slipping them into his pocket. "Told you you should've gotten some rest before."

"Hey, I had a paper to hand in. It's not my fault I was all hyped up on caffeine," you shoot back, planting your elbows on the counter.

He simply raises an eyebrow at you, putting his own arms right in front of yours and leaning forward. "Is it not?" he inquires with a soft grin.

You narrow your eyes at him. "Is that why you're here?" you reply instead of actually dignifying that question with an answer – you know you'll lose that battle anyway. "To gloat about the fact that you did get sleep?" you add, reaching out to run a hand through his soft, messy hair.

He smiles and shrugs. "Just because I'm wearing pyjamas doesn't mean I actually got sleep," he mutters, leaning even closer and softly pressing his lips to yours. It feels like a breath of fresh air, one that momentarily makes you forget where you are or why you're here in the first place, one that melts away your fatigue for just a little while. "The bed was so empty without you."

You chase the kiss with another one when he pulls away, trying to suppress the giddy smile you feel tugging at your lips. "What, so you're saying you didn't get any sleep because I wasn't there?" you say through a chuckle, leaning back as he straightens up as well. "When has that ever happened?"

He doesn't make much of an effort to fight back his own smile. "Okay, so maybe I did sleep for a little bit," he admits with a dramatic huff. "But wouldn't it be romantic if what I said was true?"