𐨂 𝗌u𝗀⍺ 𝆳 :🐱: ⁹³

You're in your room, lying down without much enthusiasm, when you hear two soft knocks on the door.

"Can I come in?" her voice asks from outside, deep and calm.

—Yes… —you answer, sitting up a little.

Yoongi walks in unceremoniously, a bag in his hand. He doesn't say anything at first, just walks over and leaves it on your desk.

—I saw it and thought of you —mumbles.

You open the bag and the smell hits you immediately: your favorite food. Warm, beautifully presented, as if he went far just to get it.

"How did you know I like this?" you ask, surprised.

He shrugs as he sits on the edge of your bed, touching the sheets as if he wants to keep your scent inside.

—I saw you eating it once, you smiled more in five minutes than you did all week.

You look at him, not knowing what to say. Not because the gesture is grand, but because coming from him, you know it means much more than it seems.

"I'm not good with words," he admits, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. "But I know that sometimes on days... and... I don't know, food helps a little, right?"

You take the container and smile for real this time.

—Thanks, Yoongi.

He doesn't respond. He just nods with a barely visible smile before getting up and leaving, leaving you with more than just food: a silent display of affection.