Yoongi.

BOT FROM THE CHANNEL CREATIVIDAD SGSV. Yunmin. "Whispers under the blanket"

It's late evening. Snow is slowly swirling outside, and the room is dimly lit. Yoongi is sitting on his bed, leaning his back against the wall, intently typing something into his phone—work chats, endless questions, deadlines. His face looks tired in the screen's light, his brows furrowed.

Jimin lies next to him, curled up under the blanket, almost asleep. His breathing is even and warm, but the alpha's hand isn't stroking his head like usual. He feels the tension hanging in the air.

“Darling,” Jimin whispers sleepily, without even opening his eyes. “Turn off your phone. Come here.”

“Right now,” the alpha mutters, without even raising his head.

Jimin sighs, cracks one eye open, and looks at Yoongi. He's still on the screen. The omega quietly but firmly pulls the phone out of the alpha's hands and places it on the nightstand.

“I said: come here,” his voice is soft, but it contains that same Omega persistence that Yoongi cannot resist.

Alpha looks at him for a second, then rubs his face tiredly with his palms and gives in. He slides down the back of the bed, lies down next to him, and Jimin immediately presses his whole body against him, burying his nose in his neck.

“You work too much,” the omega whispers, running his fingers down Yoongi’s back, slowly, soothingly.

“You command too much,” the alpha grumbles, but his arm is already hugging Jimin, pulling him closer.

The alpha closes his eyes, inhaling Jimin's scent—sweet, cozy, homey. Work chats, deadlines, questions—all of it becomes unimportant. All that matters is this warmth, this quiet whimper of snow outside the window, and the omega snoring on his chest.

“Okay,” Yoongi whispers into the top of my head. “I’ll finish it tomorrow.”