Yoongi POV

Oh my god. God, none of this is real. Namjoon wrapping his jacket around me while it's all nippy and cold outside,

"There, happy?"

"Whatever-"

Acting cool about it as if he wasn't just sticking his tongue down my throat; it's hard to not get red while it's chilly outside too.

"Anyways, do you think we should maybe go back inside?" Namjoon suggested quietly, with a tiny little smile appearing, his smile lines more visible.

"Yeah! Yeah lets- let's just get going inside..."

Quickly standing up, I feel a hot burn around my face and neck. With the way he's looking back at me, he can definitely see how red I am.

He's so cute. He's so cute. I can't wrap my head around it, walking back to his apartment.

"Hey listen, did you have any plans after this?" quipped Namjoon.

"NO! Well, I mean no, yeah, what's up?" I'm a wreck.

"It's kinda late, I was just worried that you might want to get home, but if not, I'm not opposed to making a bed for you...you know, if you don't have any plans..." I watched him rub the back of his neck tenderly, trailing off his sentence like he really...wants to ask this...but doesn't wanna seem too forward?

Maybe I'm reading too far into it.

"Yeah! Yeah that's cool, I mean I don't have anything to do for the night, a sleepover would be pretty fun you know," I playfully punched his shoulder-- we're back at the door of his apartment complex, as if we didn't accidentally blow out one of his lights with an ice cream scoop earlier.

Ice cream scoop.

I turned to Namjoon, "Hey wait didn't we- didn't we go out...to get ice cream on the way?"

"Oh shit yeah, yeah the ice cream- I can go back out and get some-"

"No, no, Joonie forget it, come here" I tugged at his sleeve to beckon him inside, I really really wanna just get cozy with him right now.

Nothing else feels like it matters.

Walking back into the apartment, Namjoon clears his throat, "So listen, I only have one bedroom, you know given how humble my apartment is...I don't mind sleeping on the couch, or if you like the couch, that's fine too-"

"Orrr..." I'm feeling pretty bold.

"Orrr..." Namjoon continued my trail off, inching closer to me, "we could just sleep in the same bed?"

We could...just sleep in the same bed.

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He's making the bed, changing the sheets and everything, it's like I'm getting prince treatment.

"You know you don't need to do all that," I say, watching him switch his pillows and move the stuffed animals here and there to make room. Taking stuffed animals out of their environment feels illegal.

"Nah, nah, I want space to be around you,"

Butterflies.

"...so how does it look? Comfy?" Before I could even get the words out, he picked me up and tossed me onto the bed,

"YAH! I DIDNT EVEN GET TO SAY ANYTHING"

"I don't think you wanna say anything else. Get cozy, I'll get you something to wear for the night."

He's pissing me off. I wanna kiss him again.

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(a/n: im trying so hard to channel my 13 year old self for this just to say i finally finished this, icl it's so silly but im putting in the work 🐈‍⬛️)