#soft sheets

soft sheets is a series based off of the prompts on this post. thank you for the inspiration also to my loved friend, karol.

“you are very endearing when you are half-asleep.” | park jinyoung (got7)

he was up by the writing desk, working on something, his back hunched over, the light faint over his figure. it was way past midnight, far gone into the night and into his work. he had this habit of creating whenever the inspiration came - be it at 3am or on a plane to the other side of the world. he said that’s when his lyrics were the most truthful.

it wasn’t the noise he made while writing or humming melodies that woke her up. neither was the light from the lamp on top of the desk that leaked through his head. it was the coldness from the other side of the sheets, the emptiness underneath her head even if it was propped over the pillows. so she got out of bed, while tugging his shirt down to cover at least her bum and rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she took the path she knew by heart towards him.

he didn’t notice the shift in the bedsheets from her crawling figure, he didn’t hear her cold quiet feet against the wooden floor or her yawn. he only realized her presence once she pulled his rolling chair away from the desk, enticing a muffled gasp from him. he was already to fight whoever stopped him in the middle of his work and, on top of that, almost gave him a heart attack, but it all dies down at the tip of his tongue once he sees who’s up.

there she was, sitting on his lap, sideways, her legs hanging off the edge. “come to bed. right now.” she says and her voice is quiet and hoarse from sleepiness, her hair is a whole mess and a half, her eyes are halfway closed already and her lips pursed and pink. “please, please, baby. you need to sleep. and that bed is very big and very lonely without you.”

and he can’t contain himself. half laughing at her childish choice of words, at her small crooked voice and at the way her fingers dance along his collarbones, trying to convince him to leave it all until the morning. he knew he was going to give up the second he noticed she was up.

soft sheets is a series based off of the prompts on this post. thank you for the inspiration also to my loved friend, karol.

“you are my new pillow.” | kim taehyung (bts)

the light in the room was colored purple and blue. the movie crossing the screen fast, animated in sweeping lines and curves, stories entangled in a magic adventure mess. they were absolutely in trance, their eyes following the movements and hues without even taking a breath. it was probably very well past 3am, but the marathon was still in its penultimate movie.

with the still quite long way to go, taehyung was getting tired from his position against the back of the sofa. stretching his legs out to one side, he laid his head against her thighs, the flesh warm against his cold cheeks. she fidgeted in her seat, scared to break the moment in half, wondering how could that be comfortable and burning hot cheeks at the intimacy.

“hey, here, have the pillow.” she whispered, frightened that making any louder sounds could disrupt the night. she tried to push his head off of her thighs, pulling the pillow from her side and trying to fit it in between him and her. he made a childish noise, somewhere between a huff and a heave, annoyingly stating:

“no. you’re my pillow.” and fitting his hands underneath her thigh, in between it and the sofa, sinking his head deeper against her flesh, letting his lips graze against the surface, nuzzling.

soft sheets is a series based off of the prompts on this post. thank you for the inspiration also to my loved friend, karol. 

“you smell really nice.” | kim yugyeom (got7)

it almost seemed day at the funfair thanks to all the bright lights from the rides. the ferris wheel was lit up in purple and pink, casting colorful shades against her cheeks as they stood in line. they had been running around all day, catching prizes at the shooting water guns booths, eating cotton candy and turning their tongues green from weird fizzy drinks, riding the same rollercoaster for 5 times in a row... now it was almost dinner time and they were exhausted. so yugyeom suggested the ferris wheel for them to calm down before having some more hot dogs and heading to watch the fireworks by the lake.

as they waited for their round, he rested his forehead against her shoulders and his hands loosely around her hipbones. he was at least a foot taller than her (if not more), so he completely crowded her small figure, dropping his weight slightly against her and making her squeal.

“you know, if we both fall here it’s going to be the embarrassment of the century.” she said, tugging his hands away from her so she could turn around inside his arms to face him.

“but i’m tired and you’re comfy.” he said, whiny voice and all, pulling her towards him, making a home inside her arms that reached to soothe his shoulders.

as the ferris stopped to unload more passengers, he buried his face against the crook of her neck, rubbing small circles against her lower back as she ran her fingers through his hair. he felt safe lying on her, she felt safe inside him. it was pure calmness, serenity even, being next to each other. even in crowded places, even in the midst of all the madness of their lives, they found each other and it was suddenly silent.

but their little bubble burst once the line moved up and it was their turn to sit on the fragile metal cabin. she sighed at the thought of going around in that tiny thing, wondering how could that be safe. but he gave her a nod, tugging her hand and reassuring her. like he always did.

as they moved up, she almost crawled over his figure, her hands so tight against his biceps, hiding her face against the crook of his neck. he laughed as he carefully pulled her thighs against his, resting his palm over them, giving her the warmth she needed. “it’s so fucking high, gyeom.”

“i know. but i’m right here. and we’re not going to fall. now look up, the lights look crazy from up here.” he pointed out, but she refused to leave the spot against his skin.

“no way.” she murmured. “besides, you smell nice.” she nudged her nose against the vein that ran down his neck, planting a peck against it and seeing the milky skin flush pink. against what she said, she did look up. to him. his eyes looked brighter than they had ever been, his lips were rose colored and she couldn’t love him more.

as they came to a stop at the top of the ferris wheel, he whispered: “this is the cheesiest thing in the whole fucking world.” and before she could reply, he caught her lips midway. his tongue was hot and he still tasted of strawberries and cotton candy. she almost forgot she was so high above the sod, feeling secure and settled and strong. running her fingers against his cheek, she pulled away for some air.