what about ‘can you keep holding my hand, please?’ ?
Yoongi’s eyes followed Taehyung as he tapped Jeongguk. Stifling back the scowl, he tried to act unbothered as the two each looked towards Yoongi, whose legs were stretched onto the top of the coffee table, his back curved into the plush of the familiar couch, and your slumbering head comfortably perched atop his thigh. They tiptoed over, slowly to keep comically quiet despite the bits of giggling, but also perhaps as a ready defense to escape if Yoongi started to do more than glare.
“Don’t.” His voice warned above a whisper, while his hand reflected an opposite disposition in its gentle caress of your smaller appendage.
“Hyung,” Jeongguk spoke as Taehyung jolted away at the small movement of Yoongi’s non-pillow-turned leg kicking out towards his fingers attempted prod into your cheek. “Your face is red.”
“Rosy,” Taehyung’s fingers instead tested fate with the swift squish against either of Yoongi’s burning cheeks. “Love.”
“Stop!” Yoongi’s swat acted as a chide, voice still not lifting out of fear you awaken from the volume. “Don’t wake her up.” A glare softened as he glanced towards your still even breaths. Yoongi’s chest felt near overflowing as you became to shift further into comfort, your hand clenching firmer around his– hopefully unbeknownst to the teasing younger two who still sent comments to one another by means of exaggerated eye contact.
Jeongguk stepped over the extension of Yoongi’s legs, passing the barrier of sorts to get closer.
“Jeongguk, really, don’t wake her up; she’s tired.”
“Yeah, she’s sleeping like a rock for sure,” He smiled at the realization you hadn’t looked even slightly more awake than when they had stalked over, “She must think your thigh is comfy.”
“How come I can’t fall asleep on your thigh too, hyung? What’s with the favoritism?” Yoongi’s eyes rolled at the question, further annoyance and worry of them waking you up building as Taehyung slipped into the space beside Yoongi. “You don’t love me as much as her; that’s how it is, huh?”
“Well she is cuter than both of you.” For some reason the active confirmation caused Taehyung and Jeongguk to just look at each other with grins. The admission only cementing what they all knew by the way Yoongi acted towards you, spoke to you– reacted from just the mention of you.
“Tell her,” The final syllable cast out as long as Taehyung could manage. His body weight added on top of the shoulder of his hyung who huffed as response, pulling both of his arms off to simply shove the giggling boy off into the plush of a throw pillow. “She’ll say it back-”
“Yoongi,” The hair on all three of the boys whipped around to find the source of your mumbling voice. Yoongi’s throat thickened from wonder at how much you may have heard them all saying, his hands remaining in the air around you, too uncertain to touch you as you stirred around into just a coherent consciousness. “Can you keep holding my hand, please?”
Jeongguk hopped off, hands covering his mouth as a means to stop the laughter from the pure humor of your immediate reaction. Taehyung all the while bit his lip with bits of chuckling, watching the new flare of red creep up Yoongi’s neck as the male of question’s lips pursed so as not to release eery piece of fondness he couldn’t say around those two children.
“Sorry, sweetheart.” He just ignored them as best he could, returning his focus to your lifted hand awaiting the return of his with fingers intertwining upon contact, “Didn’t mean to wake you up. Did you want to sleep in my bed, love?”
“No,” You sighed stretching your free arm, “’m comfy here.” Cracking a single eye open to look up at him and his hanging locks of hair, “Wait, I can move if you need to go though-”
“No.” He shook his head, not taking any notice of the two younger two finally escaping off to leave you both alone. “I don’t need to leave, but,” His tongue dragged barely between his lips, hesitation building up only an inch before he just went ahead and continued, “Do you mind if we both lay down on the couch though? My leg’s a little stiff.” A relaxed smile flourished as you immediately nodded.
The ease that you shifted into on top of chest, with his hand still giving you the requested warmth asked previously, and his free arm snaking protectively around your waist had you smiling into the melody of his heartbeat at how well you both seemed to fit. Only a few moments passed along before your breaths were already returning into their lulling state, barely reaching a whisper as you asked him with closed eyes,
“What were they bugging you about?”
“Nothing.” He simply answered, glaring once more at the appearing younger two who felt the need to conspicuously snap around fifteen pictures on their phones before once again running off to the retreat of a room. Luckily you had no notice of them, instead falling right back into the comforting sleep against his frame, head snuggling just right into the crook of his neck as he spoke words that barely registered, “Well… I’ll tell you about it later, angel.”
