Post-military boyfriend Yoongi
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🎧 ⋆ ☕️ 🤎 ⋆ 🎹
Because after everything, his favorite place in the entire world is wherever you are waiting for him
🎹 He spent two long years waking up to harsh digital alarms and a rigid, unforgiving schedule. now? his absolute favorite luxury is waking up with nowhere to be, except tangled up in the sheets with you.
🎹 If he wakes up first, he doesn't get out of bed. instead, he props himself up on one elbow, free hand tracing the line of your jaw or lazily winding a piece of your hair around his finger, just watching the way the morning light hits your face until you finally blink your eyes open with a sleepy smile.
🎹 Returning to the studio was a homecoming, but it also taught him the hard way about burnout. he refuses to sacrifice his peace anymore. He takes you with him every session, sitting in his lap or in his couch.
🎹 Right around dinner time, you'll hear the familiar jingle of keys at the front door. he drops his heavy leather bag by the entrance, kicks off his shoes, and immediately tracks you down—wrapping his arms tightly around your waist from behind, burying his face in the crook of your neck, and letting out a long, shuddering sigh as all the tension of the day melts away against your skin.
🎹 Weekend grocery runs are a quiet ritual, like everything is with him. he stays low-key under a black bucket hat and an oversized vintage hoodie, keeping close by your side through every aisle.
🎹 The second you reach for a heavy carton of milk, a large bag of rice, or anything remotely bulky, his hand intercepts yours effortlessly. a little smirk plays on his lips as he takes it from you, murmuring, “i didn't spend all those months doing physical work just to watch you lift heavy things, baby. move.”
🎹 Sometimes the insomnia still creeps in, or his brain is simply too full of unreleased melodies and lyrics to sleep. but he doesn't pace the studio floor alone anymore.
Instead, he rolls over in the dark, gently nudging your shoulder. “get up. put a hoodie on.”
ten minutes later, you’re parked at a quiet overlook staring out at the city skyline. he has the heater on low, a lukewarm canned coffee in his cup holder, and his hand resting comfortably on your knee, humming a brand new, unpublished melody just for you while you lean your head on his shoulder.
🎹 He was never a man of grand, theatrical gestures, but post-military yoongi is deeply, fiercely tactile. he needs to know you're there.
If you're sitting on the living room rug grading papers or scrolling through your phone, don't be surprised when he quietly wanders over, drops down right behind you, and pulls your back flush against his chest, looping his arms securely around you like you're the only thing keeping him anchored to reality.
