BTS One Shots

Effort | Yoongi

Y'all!!!!!!! This may not look like a coincidence but,,,,, I did have this fic in mind before D2 dropped but honestly this just makes it perfect timing sO ANYHOOT I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS also im so happy to be baaack!!!

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You let out a soft breath as soon as the front door shuts behind you. Leaning back, you close your eyes and let your shoulders slump, the black fabric of your jacket rustling against the smooth white door. Your work bag pulls at your arm as if it has tripled in weight during the trip to your apartment, and your shoulder aches dully. The ringing in your ears gradually subsiding, you adjust for a moment to the quiet atmosphere of your apartment; soon, you pick up the soft purring of your cat in the living room, Yoongi typing away at his keyboard, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. You listen to the faint sounds of the city traffic outside your window, though at ten floors up, you can only hear the occasional angry honker, the heavy rumble of a Harley Davidson speeding through the streets.

Yoongi yawns audibly, his sweater brushes softly against his chair as he stretches, and he sighs deeply. Your cat Stella meows at him, he hums at her in question and she meows again. Yoongi snorts and meows back at her. An involuntary smile curls at your lips and you feel your muscles relax, tension melting off of you.

Home.

With a resolute sigh, you open your eyes again, pushing yourself off the door and slipping out of your jacket and your shoes, walking further into the living room to drop your keys on the chest of drawers at the end of your the entrance area.

Yoongi looks up from his laptop just as you dump your bag against the wall and start towards the couch, your pace rather lazy. "Hey," he greets you with a small smile, leaning back in the large, deep brown chair he's occupying as he pulls his earbuds. His socked feet are resting on the edge of the low glass coffee table in the middle of the seating area and Stella keeps walking back and forth underneath his calves, her tail brushing the underside of his dark sweatpants.

You return his smile, though your tired body can only manage the half-hearted version of it. "Hey," you reply, dragging your aching feet over the floor. You've been walking around for hours trying to keep up with the whirlwind of the day; if the couch was just one inch further, you might've chosen to simply lie down on the floor instead. Stella always seems to like it there, anyway, so it probably wouldn't even be that bad.

"Dinner's in the fridge, we still had some of those vegetables from yesterday so I made– oh."

Yet another soft laugh rings in your ears as you drop face-first onto the couch, letting out a loud groan that stretches out as long as your lungs will allow.

"Long day?"

You groan again.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Another groan, and he laughs once more. "Sorry, babe, but I don't really speak fluent groan," he says, amusement dripping off of every word. You sigh, though you can't help but smile into the cushion. "Only took, like, one class in college."

With a snort, you lift your head to look at him. He moves to put his laptop on the coffee table, tossing his earbuds on the keyboard as he stands up.

"I can't believe it's been three years and you never told me about this great shortcoming," you tease, watching as he stretches his arms up above his head, bending his torso slightly backwards, then from side to side.

His lips curl up into a small grin. "I'll take an online course to catch up." You can't help but smile as you playfully roll your eyes at him, dropping your face back into the couch cushion. "But I don't need to speak groan to know what that means."