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After a long day at work you couldn't wait to head home and snuggle up in your bed. Your boss had approached you about a few extra meetings which you couldn't turn down. Your boss wasn't the nicest of men, often intimidating you, so of course you had to accept, finally leaving work at around nine in the evening.
You unlocked the door to the flat, the lights were off, yet light jazz music played in the background. "Hello?" You called out, dropping your keys on the dish, noticing Yoongi's keys there too. "Yoongi?"
"In here," his voice echoed from the kitchen. You followed the sound, walking into the kitchen, a couple of lamps lit the area, he was dressed in one of his tracksuits, a big hoodie covering his body. "You're finally home."
He opened his arms for you to walk into, allowing your chest to bury into the crook of his neck. You could smell the sweat he'd excruciate during his long day at the studio rehearsing for the tour. His hand rested on the small of your back as his lips pressed to the top of your head.
"I'm sorry I'm so late, work was just a lot of hassle, I've still got a bit more to do otherwise my boss will be on my case." Yoongi nodded, swaying you slightly in his grip, "I reckon I might need to do some more tonight or head to work early tomorrow morning."
"You're doing nothing tonight." Yoongi told you. You pulled back, covering your mouth as a tired yawn escaped making him chuckle. "See, you're shattered, you need to have a good rest, work can wait for another day."
You couldn't argue with him, you were exhausted. Your shifts were long, the pile of work was ever building, you were struggling to find any balance in your life anymore. It was something Yoongi knew all too well, work was his life, that was until he met you, since then he's relied on you to provide that break.
"Have you eaten?" He asked, already reaching in the cupboards to find something to make you. You shook your head, looking away as Yoongi frowned at you. "What do you want? Noodles? Pasta?"
You didn't care, any food that was put before you would be consumed. "Whatever you want to do," you smiled, feeling him untangle from around you to prepare a meal.
He wasn't the best cook, but still made you a meal, desperate to keep you healthy. Of course, you were incredibly grateful as he sat opposite you at the dining table, making sure you ate everything. He sat and listened as you told him all about your day at work and how hard you were finding things.
"Is there anything I can do?" He asked. You smiled; he really was the sweetest. He wanted to help you in any way he could. "Maybe you could take some time off? I can have a word with your boss if he's causing you a problem."
"It's fine Yoongs, I've just got to get on with it."
"No, you don't," he argued, standing up to walk around to where you sat, pulling you back up into the familiar hold of his arms. "I'm not going to standby and watch you come home from work night after night struggling to keep yourself upright, it hurts me to see you this way."
He was never one to show his emotions, but hearing his words hit you hard. You sighed, cuddling further into him, "you don't have to worry about me, I'll be okay."
"I always worry about you, you're the love of my life, I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you. I want you to be happy and healthy, always, and if you're not, then I'll always be there to support you and care for you."
You pressed a trail of kisses along his jaw in appreciation, "you do have a heart after all," you teased, his smile making an appearance, "who'd have thought it."
"It can be our own little secret; I don't want anyone else knowing that I care." You chuckled, but agreed anyway, you were quite happy to keep your soft hearted Yoongi to yourself. "Are you feeling better?"
You reached up on your tiptoes pressing a kiss to his lips, "I am, thanks to you. You really are the softest human being in the world, just no one else knows it."
"I like the sound of it, let's keep it that way." You nodded in agreement, another little yawn escaping making him chuckle. "Bedtime for you," he joked, lacing his hand in with your own, dragging you along to your bedroom.
The two of you settled, your body moulding straight away into the mattress, feeling Yoongi come behind you wrapping his arm around your waist. "Tomorrow will be a better day my love. Goodnight, I love you."
