SOUL } BTS

SOUL } 59

When the boys return, they do rather loudly. "NAMJOON WHERE'S THE KEY YOU PICK-LOCK MOFO!?" Jin yells loudly, making me jump up from my sleep. The others startle from their naps, all settled with me. "SHUT THE FUCK UP! WHAT IF THEY'RE ASLEEP?" Namjoon yells back. I lay my head down, and realize my right hand is in Jimin's hair. He's laying in between my legs, his head right next to Tae's and just as awake. Barely. Hoseok is also on the bed, arm wrapped around my shoulders and pulling me into him. When they finally burst in, they try to be quiet as they turn on the light but only the four they just woke up, all cuddled together. 

I grinned as Jin and Namjoon froze, Jungkook half asleep on Yoongi's shoulder, who was shaking his head at them like they were idiots. I scooted up a little, forcing the boys to follow my lead. I rested my back against the headboard, Hoseok letting me partially rest on him as I winced with the sudden contact to my hand as I pulled it from Tae's hand. Jimin just scooted up so he was sitting in between my legs, and Tae scooted up to sit next to me. I met eyes with Jin, and he unfroze. "Baby!" He squealed like a child (quite uncharacteristic, by the way) and pushed Jimin gently out of the way to pick me up like a rag-doll.

I hug him back tightly, my hand pressing up against his back despite the pain. I bury my face into him, pressing my lips to his neck gently before he sets me on the bed like a child. I smile, the others all smiling in response. I stood, going over to hug Yoongi and Kookie. I turn to Namjoon, and hug him as well. "I missed you guys. How are you?" I ask as Namjoon looks at my hand like it's an alien. "Why the fuck do you have your hand unwrapped?" He hisses, gripping my wrist gently and pulling it up to my eye-level to show me like I didn't know. "Ooh, look at me!" I waggled my eyebrows, peering through my hand at him playfully. He suppressed a smile by biting his cheek, which was kinda hot.

"Why?" He asked me again. "I just wanted someone to hold my hand." I mumble, looking up at him with my puppy-dog eyes. He softens immediately, letting my wrist go gently. "You should wrap it up, Ara." He hums gently, and I pout. "But I like holding hands and it itches with it wrapped." I mumble, still giving him the puppy eyes. He bites his lip, closes his eyes, then sighs and nods. "Fine." He says, and I grin. "Thank you!" I squeal, leaning up to kiss his cheek and make him blush and smile. I sit back on the bed, scooting back up to be closer to the boys. Hoseok and Tae welcome me with open arms, letting me cuddle into them both, Jimin settling back on top of me. 

Jungkook also climbs onto the massive heap, settling on top of Tae and I softly, head on Tae's chest. Yoongi smiles, before settling on the exact opposite side, on Hoseok and I with his head in my neck. Namjoon and Jin watch with one emotion; adoration. Pure adoration. "Everyone should get in pajamas while I order food." Namjoon says, perking everyone up. "Food?" Yoongi asks, making me giggle. I keep my right hand in Tae's, letting him protect me. Jimin, Jungkook, Hoseok and Tae all get off the bed hesitantly to get ready for bed. I pout gently, rolling onto my stomach and kicking my legs against the bed. A few of them chuckle as they leave to go to their rooms and Tae starts digging around in his suitcase as the hyung and the leader leave the room. 

I stand, walking over to my suitcase full of clothes (which I had been, quite responsibly, lugging around to each room I slept in) and pulled out my fuzzy black sweatpants and my slouchy white shirt. I love that thing. I pull off the Taehyung hoodie, and the shirt underneath, replacing them with my slouchy shirt. I slide off the leggings I'm wearing, replacing them with the sweatpants. Satisfied, I turn to Tae. He's pulling a shirt over his back, and I just get to see his muscles flex before he turns around. He smiles, then winks and giggles. He dissapears into the bathroom, washes his face and brushes his hair, and then returns so I can. I do, and when I'm finishing up, the door open and in comes 6 clean-faced, tidy haired boys in pajamas looking tired as fuck, all holding tooth brushes, cellphones, chargers (and in some cases, pillows and blankets). The boys with pillows and blankets deposit them on the bed happily. 

I sit on the bed, flexing my fingers happily and enjoying the aching pain. I walk over to my suitcase as the boys get comfortable, I pull out my meds (my mild pain meds) and take out two pills. "Water?" Yoongi asks, before walking over with a bottle in hand. I put the pills on my tongue, before Yoongi hands me the bottle and I take a drink, washing them down. I smile, reaching my (rapidly healing) hand out. He grins, and then gently fits his hand to mine. "Food'll be here in a few minutes." Namjoon's words are met with cheers. I intertwine my less-sore fingers with Yoongi's, before pulling him to the bed to sit with me. 

I lean on him, yawning, and he wraps his other arm around me. "I'm sorry we left you today, after you got shot and shit." Namjoon says, leaning against Jin tiredly as he looks at me. I nod. "It's fine. I didn't mind it when you sent the drunk, the high and the Tae home." I said, making him groan softly. "Shit, I can't believe Jimin got high." He mumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose. Jimin giggles, jumping on the bed. "Don't beat yourself up about it, hyungie." Jimin snickers, laying his head on Yoongi's lap. Yoongi runs his hands through my hair before laying his head on the top of mine. 

"Oooh food's here!" Namjoon squeals before running out the door. The boys cheer, and when he comes back, we feast. Afterwards, we brush our teeth one by one. Namjoon, Jin and Taehyung are all comfortably settled at the top of the bed together by the time I finish, and go up to curl into Seokjin. I hold Tae's hand happily as Jimin settles in between his legs, face pressed against Tae's chest. Tae wraps his arm around Jimin before lightly patting his head. Hoseok curls into me, in between Namjoon's legs and let's Namjoon's arm rest comfortably over him and onto my arm. Jungkook settles in my lap, cuddling into me. Finally, Yoongi slides in between Jimin and I, making himself the middle part of a sandwich. Now, all of my boys and I cuddled together, I feel the most comfortable I think I ever have, despite the hand. 

WORD COUNT: 1198

So, as you all know, lots of shit has been happening.
I'm a white, Queer cisgender teenage girl living in America.
And I went to a protest a few days ago. I am outraged.

I am using my platform to spread this;

BLACK LIVES MATTER

MURDER IS MURDER

I CAN'T BREATHE

EAT THE RICH

RIP GEORGE FLOYD

ARREST RACIST COPS

 ACAP

MURDER IS MURDER

PETITIONS FOR BLM:

https://www.change.org/p/us-senate-hands-up-act

https://www.naacp.org/campaigns/we-are-done-dying/

https://blacklivesmatter.com/defundthepolice/

https://www.change.org/p/national-action-against-police-brutality-and-murder

https://www.standwithbre.com/

https://www.change.org/p/human-rights-campaign-justice-for-ahmuad-aubrey-2

https://www.change.org/p/govia-thameslink-justice-for-belly-mujinga-justiceforbellymujinga

https://www.change.org/p/justice-for-tony-mcdade

DONATIONS FOR BLM:

https://www.gofundme.com/f/georgefloyd

https://www.gofundme.com/f/rip-belly-mujinga

https://minnesotafreedomfund.org/donate

https://secure.givelively.org/donate/the-bail-project

https://www.communityjusticeexchange.org/nbfn-directory

https://secure.actblue.com/donate/ms_blm_homepage_2019

https://secure.actblue.com/donate/movement-4-black-lives-1

https://aapf.org/supportshn

https://www.gofundme.com/f/i-run-with-maud

No lives matter until Black Lives Matter.

Kisses x