"Uh, Yoongi...can you, uh, let me go?" I asked him nervously. He seemed to blink for a moment in realization of what he was doing and stepped back away from me. I slipped past him and headed back towards my room to go get ready. I wasn't going to push him. I quickly changed out of my pajamas and into a pair of ripped jeans and an oversized sweater. It was now winter and cold outside. I had no desire to leave and since it was Saturday I didn't really have any plans. I could always text Namjoon and set a time to meet up, but I really didn't want to piss Yoongi off when he was so unstable. I was pulling on a warm pair of socks when my door creaked open and Yoongi stuck his head inside.
"Are you okay?" he asked curiously.
"Hmmm?" I asked perking up to look at him. "yeah, I'm fine. Do you have anything that you want to do today?"
"Are you not going anywhere today?" he inquired. "I thought you were going to meet up with Namjoon." He frowned when he mentioned Namjoon. I shook my head with a small smile.
"Nope, I'll be here with you. Its too cold for me to really want to go out and do anything. Besides, I need to get some cleaning done here in the house...but we do need to also go get groceries...so I'll have to get some motivation to do that too." I sighed. He just looked at me as if what I was saying was going in one ear and out of the other. He was just staring at me. I waved my hand in front of his face to break his trance. He blinked and shook his head as he came back to reality.
"Huh? Oh right, cleaning. I'll go start." he stated before turning on his heels and heading off towards his own room. I just looked after him in confusion at his sudden change in mood. I shrugged it off as I began to tidy my own room. Cleaning was something that I actually didn't mind doing...as long a I was in the mood to do it. If I started to get distracted then it was all over. I had finished cleaning my room and began to move on to the living room when I heard something fall and shatter in the kitchen. I came running in to see Yoongi trying to pick up large pieces of glass off of the floor from the plate that I assumed he dropped.
"Hey, hey, hey! Don't pick it up!" I exclaimed causing him to pause where he was with a large shard in his hand. "Stay there, I'm going to go get a broom. Don't move. I don't want you to cut yourself." I scurried off and grabbed a broom and a dust pan and began to sweep around him to get all of the glass. He watched me with wide eyes as I swiftly cleaned up the shards of plate and threw them away.
"Do you see anymore?" I asked worriedly. "Did you cut yourself?" I grabbed a hold of his wrist to inspect his hands, there was a couple of cuts that were slightly bleeding. He didn't say anything as he just kept watching me as I fretted over his hands.
"Lets get these cleaned up." I encouraged as I led him towards the bathroom. I directed him to sit on the toilet seat so that I could get my first-aid stuff out of the medicine cabinet. I got band-aids, and alcohol wipes to clean them up. I also grabbed a tweezers in case he had any glass left in his hands. He just studied me as I focused on my work. I was as gentle as I could be in taking out the few little shards of glass that had pierced his pale hands, staining them red.
"You need to be more careful." I scolded softly, my voice tightening. It hurt me to see him injured...it was also it concerned me that he wasn't even phased at all by there being glass in his hands. It was like he couldn't feel it.
"It doesn't hurt." he replied lowly.
"I know." I sighed. ", but it should." I dapped the rest of the blood off of his hands and bandaged them up, throwing the glass and bloodstained materials away.
"Why?" he asked suddenly as I stood up.
"Because...I know that you've been numbed to it due to your past...I know I should want you to feel pain, but I can't help but imagine all of the shit you went through to be so numbed to it now." I explained with a slight frown. He gave me a curious look as if he was trying to figure me out as he cocked his head to the side.
"You're a weird one." He chuckled as he shook his head. "Lets forget that I fucked up and broke a plate. The kitchen is still a mess." He said as he tugged me out of the bathroom. I was hesitant, since I wasn't sure if I wanted to really let the topic go at this point, but since he was so eager to get off of it I let it slide...for now. I let him lead me out into the kitchen were we finished cleaning and moved onto the living room as if nothing had happened.
We had just finished cleaning the living room when I finally collapsed on the couch in exhaustion.
"Okay!" I proclaimed. "I'm done, we're done!" Yoongi laughed at my dramatic fall onto the couch before he had a smirk grow across his face. My expression changed to worry the second I noticed his smirk.
"What are you planning?" I asked warily. He moved closer to me and I looked up at him. It was too late for me to move when he flopped himself on top of me like a pancake.
"You little fucker!" I exclaimed, slightly muffled underneath him as he laid on top of me.
"What was that?" he teased. "I can't hear you from under there."
"Then maybe you should get your big ass off of me!" I shot back as I tried to push him off of me. HE just laughed as he adjusted himself so that he wedged me in between himself and the back of the couch, preventing me from being able to leave unless I went over him. I couldn't help but feel like that may have been his plan.
"I'm tired." he complained with a yawn as he closed his eyes and snuggled himself into my sweater...which also happened to be my breasts as well. I could feel my face heating up he nuzzled into me.
"Uh, Y y Yoongi..." I stuttered.
"Hmm?" he hummed innocently as he froze. I couldn't bring myself to say it so I made myself let it go. I knew that I was already making things hard for him as it was and I didn't want to make it even worse...not that I really minded him being so close, it wasn't that unusual...I guess.
"Uh, never mind." I muttered quickly. My face was still on fire, but he obviously couldn't see it.
"Just slllllleeeeeeeeeeppp, (y/n)..." groaned Yoongi as he wrapped his arms around me. I tried to get myself to relax as he pulled me flush against himself. His legs tangled themselves in mine. I hesitantly tried to wrap my arms around him...he apparently got fed up with my hesitation as he ended up taking my arms with his hands and wrapping them around himself before hugging me close again.
"Sleep." he repeated softly. I could feel a familiar feeling of drowsiness hit me that usually did when Yoongi would sleep in the same bed as me. I found out later from Namjoon that it was some sort of chemical or hormone that cats would give off that would actually make you relax and become sleepy. I likened it to a slight cat roofie...that wasn't as strong of course.
"We can't sleep for too long, we still need to get food." I reminded his quietly. He let out a small groan of annoyance. He shifted slightly and reached over to get his phone out of his pocket. He set an alarm.
"Good enough?" he asked as he showed his phone to me. I nodded and I watched him click out of the alarm app...I also noticed what his phone background was. I had never really paid attention to what it was before now. I was a picture of Yoongi and I that Mi-lin had taken when we were at her house. I had fallen asleep cuddled up to him while we had been watching a movie. I was actually surprise that he had that picture on his phone, but I guessed that Mi-lin had sent it to him. I didn't say anything as he put his phone away and turned back towards me.
"Why are you smiling like that?" he asked in confusion.
"Hmmm?" I asked. "Oh, nothing. I'm just...happy is all." I shrugged it off. He seemed to take that as an answer before he nuzzled himself into the crook of my neck this time.
"Me too." he hummed sleepily. I couldn't help but feel the smile on my face grow a little more as I closed my eyes to nap with my pretty little kitty.
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Kitty Comfort
Fanfiction(y/n) is convinced by her friend to go get pets together, only they weren't just getting pets but hybrids. (y/n) finds out that going from living alone to living with a selective hybrid is something that she had never expected that she go through...
