That sweet sweet honey smell

You were at the kitchen, fixing yourselves some quick dinner when Yoongi called your name from the living room. You answered with a loud hum, still concentrated on the mayo you were rubbing on the bread. "Do you want to watch something while we eat?" he yelled back. You said yes and smiled to yourself while getting the sandwiches assembled.

He surely wanted to cuddle after dinner, because usually you would only watch some random tv and then chat a little, or he would kiss your forehead and then go back to work a little before bed. If he wanted to watch something specific that required you both to keep focus on the story line, that meant he was planning on staying longer in the couch with you.

Usually Yoongi wasn't one for a lot of skinship, not even when you both were alone because he would easily get flustered, besides the fact that he appreciated his personal space a lot and you respected that, that being the main reason he fell for you: he hadn't found someone who wouldn't get mad at him being reserved. Usually people would assume they could get clingy once the relationship was settled, or that there was not limit on the touching or concept of privacy inside of a relationship. He was not all into having people trying to chat or kiss him while he was at his studio working. Not even a partner. But you understood perfectly when he told you that he had to be alone when working in order to focus.

Usually you would let him vibe on his own, except from the few times when you would bring him snacks or a tumbler filled with water (spill proof, such a smart one, he thought with a smile the first time you brought him that instead of a glass of water) and on the occasions when he would actually enjoy some company and invited you to stay, he loved to see the sparkles in your eyes when you got to hear the pieces he was working on, while sitting on his lap, filling his system with the strong roses aroma from your shampoo and perfume.

You grew into him so unbelievably fast he was impressed too, suddenly asking you to move on when you were about six months into the relationship. You said yes because you did enjoyed taking care of him and because waking up next to Yoongi was one of the best experiences you ever had the pleasure to live. Those were some the times when he would actually become clingy and would whine for your attention. Hugging you close and tight, enjoying the feeling of you rubbing your face on his neck and chest and inhaling, smelling his sweet, sweet honey smell. In your opinion, he always smelled sweet, like ready to be eaten. He said you were just too much into him, but couldn't help to get some color on his cheeks and the tip of his ears when you complimented him while looking at his eyes, eventually making him look down because he was too flustered to hold your gaze.

Eventually, Yoongi got completely used to your presence and stopped being ashamed of getting your continuous help. He even let himself depend on you a little, it was nice to have a full pantry and three meals a day, sometimes even more because you loved to give him snacks every once in a while. And he couldn't even get started on the wonderful fact of always sleeping and waking up on a warm bed that smelled of the lavender cologne you loved to splash on the sheets.

Everytime, he would find himself doing more and more things to get rewarded with a kiss or a tight hug, cooking for you would always did the trick, you would excitedly jump and get your arms around his neck in order to give him some grateful kisses. Buying you small gifts like stationery or craft material would be a nice surprise that would lead to you, resting on his lap, with your face on the crook of his neck, quietly humming while smiling against his skin. He was thirsty for affection more and more frequently and didn't know how to take it. He, himself, was confused. But you gladly accepted this, making him feel relieved instead of weird or like a burden. He liked that so much, you both just clicked so easily; most of the times, words were not even necessary.

While you carried both plates to the living room, you told him that he had to get the napkins and juice glasses that you had already left on the counter. He walked quickly and got back when you dumped yourself on the couch, already relaxed in your clean pajamas and almost dried hair. "What are we gonna see, Yoonie?" you said before getting some chips on your mouth. "Eh...I don't know. Maybe something simple and funny? What about some Blooklyn 99?" You happily agreed and he looked for it on the site and pressed play.