Hard Work

Yoongi let out a pained sigh as he felt another bump in the ride back to the dorm, he just wanted to lay in his bed and not move. It was going to be silent and he couldn't have been more excited, as much as he was going to miss the boys he was going to enjoy the quiet more. PD looked over at him and smiled slightly.

"Okay, I'm going to drop you off. Let me know if you need anything."

"Okay, I will. Thank you PD."



His managers car pulled away from the dorm, Yoongi turned and walked inside the building. He looked at his phone as he shut the door. It was 1:20 in the morning, he was prepared to fall asleep and not wake up until he was ready. He turned to see the lamp over the sofa on, he glanced down and saw a figure slumped over on the couch. He resisted the urge to scream, he slowly walked closer. As he looked at the slumped figure, it dawned on him that he knew the person.



Kokyung's long pastel hair was splayed across her arms as she rested her head on them, her legs folded up beside her torso in a position that seemed uncomfortable. He blinked;

What on earth was she doing here?

He rested his hand on her shoulder, she jolted beneath his touch. Her large eyes fluttering open, she blinked a few times before she seemed to come to.

"Yoongi-oppa, you should be resting." She mumbled, her voice tight from sleep.

She let out a small yawn and rubbed her eye with the back of her hand.



"Why are you sleeping on the couch?"

"Ah, Jin-oppa asked me to watch after you. Didn't PD-nim tell you?" Her sleepy voice replied as he led her down the hall.

"I guess he left that detail out."

A sudden burst of pain hit him, he winced out.

"Hobi told me I should use his bed." She said softly, resting her hand on his arm.

"Okay. Follow me." He began to slowly move towards the room he shared with Hoseok.



"Didn't you bring clothes?" He looked over her clothing, jeans and a hoodie. It couldn't have been comfortable.

"I-I really didn't know I was staying, you should rest." Worry coloring her tone.

He turned towards his dresser and pulled out two pairs of sweats and two t-shirts. He passed one of the two sets over to her.

"Here, go change. Those should be more comfortable."

He met her eyes shyly and noticed her cheeks were flushed lightly. He couldn't help but blush as well, she cast a soft smile and looked around slightly.

"Where is the bathroom?" She mumbled.

He blinked, he had forgotten she had only been to the dorm a few times.

"Down the hall, third door to the right."

"Gamsa."



Yoongi pulled on the sweatpants and groaned slightly in pain, he glanced down at his slowly healing stitches.

"Are you in pain?" Kokyung's soft voice questioned.

The rapper's head shot up; leaning in the doorway to the room was the aforementioned woman. His clothes were extremely baggy on her, the shirt coming down past her thighs. She looked far to cute in his clothing, he could feel his pulse rise slightly.

"Only a little, I'm sure it will be better soon. Please don't worry too much."

"That's a hard thing to do, as you stand here in pain. Please lay down,"

She slowly came closer and pressed her small hand to his shoulder.



Yoongi laid on his back, he had never been quite so aware of the fact there was another person in the room. It was never like that, even with Hobi in the room with him. He shook his head and closed his eyes again, he heard a small noise from the bed next to his. His eyes popped open once more and the rolled slowly over to look at Kokyung. She was curled up in a ball on the bed, he could hardly see in the low lighting of the room. She let out another small noise, he looked closely and realized that she was shivering. He carefully sat up and called out quietly.

"Kokyung?"

"N-ne?"

"Come here." Was all he said.



He shifted his weight slightly and made room for her on his single bed, after a few seconds her body weight was resting on the edge of the bed.

"Oppa, are you sure this is okay?"

"We'll both be warmer this way." He reasoned, he could feel his throat tighten as he felt her get
closer to him.

She laid down beside him, her shoulder brushing his as she shifted around to get comfortable. He waited for her to become still before reaching out and pulling her closer to him.

"A-ah." She stuttered out.

Yoongi felt her small body shift against his slightly, the smell of peaches wafting around him.

"Be careful with your stitches."

"I will, sleep." Yoongi whispered gruffly, trying to keep the blush that was on his face out of his voice.



The night was silent. Yoongi could feel Kokyung slowly roll over, he could feel her breath softly puffing against his collarbone. His large, baggy shirt slipping down to expose the skin. He reached his arms out and pulled her body even closer to his, after a second she slowly nuzzled her nose against the hallow of his throat. He closed his eyes, lulled by the sound of her steady breathing. Pain but a slight sting in his abdomen.

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