BTS Reaction: They Get Needy For Your Attention
You laid back on your bed, relaxing on the feeling of the mattress. Jin laid beside you, his finger poking your cheek lightly.
“Jagi!” He whispered, as you remained unresponsive. “Jagi, jagi, jagi,” he continued, prodding harder at your body.
“Look at me,” he whined, moving his hands down to poke in your hips, jabbing you to make you turn and look at him.
You sighed, glancing momentarily at him, watching a small smile appear on his face. He knew he was wearing you down as he continued to do so, tickling and jabbing harder and harder.
“Stop it Jin. I mean it.”
“I will when you pay attention to me.”
“Jin! What the hell do you want?” You snapped, eventually caving in frustration, turning to look at him. “Why are you so annoying today?”
“I just wanted to say I love you,” he giggled, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I really love you and I wanted to tell you that, is that so bad?”
“You could’ve just told me that,” you sighed, cuddling into him, “rather than getting annoying and winding me up. You’re the worst.”
“There was no fun in just telling you that.”
His tired body entered the hotel room, throwing himself down on the sofa alongside the bed that you laid on, running his hands over his face.
“Ow!” He grumbled, turning to face you. You ignored him, lost in your phone. “Ow! Everything really hurts, I need a cuddle.”
“The boys are next door,” you smugly replied, still not looking at him. He gasped, turning to face you. “What? They give good cuddles.”
He sighed, walking over to join you where you sat, laying next to you, turning to face you with a soft pout forming on his lips only making you feel sorrier for him.
“I’m sure the boys would give you excellent love.”
“Why are you so mean to me? All I want is your love and affection,” he giggled, fighting his way to rest his head on your chest. “Jagi!”
“Yoongi, I’m busy, can’t you see that?” He nodded, and yet continued to cuddle down further into you anyway. “What’s aching? What can I help you with?”
“Everything!” He screamed, throwing his arms up in the air, overdramatizing everything. “I just want you to help me, everything is sore.”
“You’re such a baby sometimes, you know that?”
Pressing play on your documentary, you couldn’t wait to sit and watch it having recorded it earlier in the week, tugging a blanket around your body.
“I’m home!” A voice shouted; the front door slamming shut. “Babe! Where are you?” He yelled, following the sounds of the television playing.
“Be quiet, I’m trying to watch,” you snapped, flapping him away as he walked past the television, shifting your body so you could continue watching.
He hummed as you did so, walking back in front of the telly, dancing in front of it until he wore you down enough to pause it, slamming the remote down on the sofa beside you.
“I can’t. I need to talk to you urgently.”
“What! What is so damn important that you are being needy and annoying!” You shouted, a little louder than you expected, making your point clear.
“I just wanted you to say hello,” he smiled, sitting beside you, pulling you down into him. “I thought you’d be pleased to see me after missing me this morning.”
“I am happy to see you; I’ve just been waiting to watch this for so long. Give me an hour and then I promise I will give you all the attention in the world Hobi.”
“I can live with that. I’ll be quiet, promise.”
You sat back with your book, resting on the cushions of the sofa, when Namjoon sat beside you, glancing at the book that you held in your hands.
“What are you reading?” He asked, just as you turned the first page. “What’s it about? Who writes it? I’m reading a book; do you want to hear about it?”
“Why don’t you read your book instead?” You sighed, turning back to the book, only for his voice to interject again, continuing to disrupt you.
You stood up, taking your book, moving onto the other sofa to get away from him, glancing up to see him softly pouting at you.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“Then tell me what I did so wrong.”
“I’m trying to read Namjoon, I don’t need you constantly interrupting me with questions.” You felt terrible as he looked guiltily towards you.
“I’m sorry, it’s just we haven’t spent much time together recently, I thought it would be nice of us to talk for a while.”
“No, you’re right,” you sighed, putting your book down. “We haven’t spent much time together, my book can safe for a time when you’re not here. Let’s talk.”
“I like this, having your attention on me.”
The peace and quiet was quickly shattered as you laid down for a nap, hearing the bedroom door fly open, his heavy footsteps quickly following.
“Jagi! Wake up, it’s like three in the afternoon, let’s go out!” He jumped onto the bed, laying beside you, clapping his hands to make sure you didn’t sleep.
“Jimin, go away,” you kindly requested, burying your face into the pillow. “I’m trying to sleep for a reason, I’m super tired from work this morning.”
He laid beside you, continuing to make plenty of noise, ignoring your requests for conditions nice enough to sleep in, making plenty of noise to make sure you stayed awake.
“If sleeping makes me a loser, so be it. I don’t care.”
“Why are you so boring? I want to do things with you, and all you do is sleep,” he groaned, kicking his legs up into the air.
“It’s not boring, I’m just tired.” You sighed, sitting up. “But you obviously want something, so why don’t you tell me what you want?”
“I just want to see you, I want your attention on me for a while, I’ve missed you.” You sighed, laying back down cuddling into him. “See, this is better.”
“Good, now be quiet, and let me get some damn sleep.”
A figure slowly creeped into the room whilst you settled at your vanity desk, pulling out your drawer of makeup to prepare for an evening out with your friends.
“Do you have to go,” Tae’s voice whimpered, coming up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Can’t you just stay here with me?”
“This has been planned for weeks, and you’ve known about, I can’t just bail.” He sighed, heavily rolling his eyes towards you.
He reached into your drawer, trying to grab a few of your products, but your hand quickly came down, stopping him in his tracks.
“You don’t really want to go.”
“They are my friends; I have to go to this and see them.”
“Can you just say you’re ill? I don’t want to let you go tonight, I want you here with me,” he sighed, peppering kisses all over your face.
“I promise I won’t be out too late, wait up for me if you want,” you tried to compromise, but his shoulders shrugged nonchalantly.
“It’s not the same. Are you sure you can’t just reschedule or cancel? How can you say no to this handsome face jagi?”
“It’s taking a lot of willpower, trust me.”
You laid out across the bed, opening your magazine to flick through with a moment’s peace and quiet, it was the optimum time to settle.
“There you are,” a voice squeaked, opening your bedroom door, flopping down beside you on the bed. “I thought you were hiding from me.”
“I was,” you admitted, “you’re being annoying and playful when all I want to do is read my magazine.”
He softly pouted, pulling a funny face at you, before tickling your sides making you erupt into a fit of giggles, losing your magazine page.
“Stop being such a child Kook.”
“I can’t. It’s in my nature, just humour me and entertain me.”
“What do you want?” You sighed, turning to face him. “What can I do to stop child Jungkook running around and bring back adult Jungkook.”
“Firstly, you love child Jungkook. Secondly, do you fancy coming downstairs and playing a game with me?” You nodded slowly, as he pulled you off the bed.
“Just for clarity, I like child Jungkook when he’s not being a giant pain in the ass,” you informed him as he carried you down the stairs.
“I’m always a giant pain in the ass jagi.”
