you whine and grumble. this was how you’d spent the last thirty minutes in wake of your saturday morning. only moments before had yoongi taken his first steps, and only to pull the curtains closed with a huff.

the heat seemed to encase the room like a bubble. with the apartment’s cooling system gone haywire, yoongi and yourself lie in bubbling silence.

your boyfriend is the first to make a move - a move which both catches you off guard and sets off your irritable mood of the summer.

he wriggles closer to your body and you can feel his body heat mingling with yours, almost like an aura becoming one with your own. though your eyes are closed, you frown with furrowed brows. did he not understand that you could barely handle your own body temperature at this time?

next comes his arm which he slings over your stomach, his fingertips dancing your warm skin. you clench your teeth in the hopes that yoongi’s limb will soon retreat, but it does not. in fact, it is joined by his legs. entangled with yours, yoongi finally presses his chin to the flesh of your shoulder, his lips gently brushing the warmth of your neck.

“i know you’re awake.” he mumbled huskily, his words almost inaudible, but you manage to decipher them.

“then i guess you know that i’m going to kill you if you don’t remove yourself from me right now.” your boyfriend chuckles at your threat which he assumes is empty. how could you kill the love of your life?