"Perfect," Seokjin mutters as he tucks Yoongi into bed, stuffing a pillow between his legs that are pushed as far upwards as Yoongi's tummy allows. Seokjin props another pillow under Yoongi's head, making sure that he's lying properly on his side by grabbing another pillow that he nudges behind Yoongi, so he won't roll over onto his back in his sleep. As if Yoongi is going to sleep.
"Seokjin-hyung, I'm not tired," Yoongi argues when Seokjin grabs their enormous duvet and pulls it over Yoongi's body. Seokjin squints at him as he tucks the duvet around Yoongi's body, making him feel like a child being put to sleep. "I'm not tired!"
"Doctor's orders, you know that," Seokjin says firmly, yet his eyes soften considerably. He sits down on the edge of the bed, the mattress dips under his weight. "You're supposed to be resting."
Yoongi gets him, he does, but lying in bed all day, having been lying in bed for over a week, is so fucking boring. It's not as if he's going to go out for a run or climb Mount Everest. He just doesn't want to be isolated to their bed twenty four hours a day.
There's a soft, gentle smile on Seokjin's lips as he bends down and kisses Yoongi's cheek. Long, slightly crooked fingers comb through Yoongi's blond hair, blunt nails scratching his scalp gently. The skin on his back pebbles at the motion; gentle pleasure shuddering through his body. In Seokjin's movements, gestures, actions, there's nothing but love and concern for Yoongi, and their unborn baby. A surge of emotion; gratefulness overwhelms Yoongi, filling him until it feels like he's going to start crying.
Instead, Yoongi sits up, at which Seokjin lets out a surprised noise. He doesn't, however, try to stop him from getting up. He watches cautiously as Yoongi finds a sitting position that doesn't hurt his pelvis, and then, lets out a gasp of surprise as Yoongi fists his hands in Seokjin's pink, knitted sweater, leans in to kiss Seokjin's lips softly. Yoongi's heart flutters when he feels Seokjin smile against his lips, Seokjin's hands trailing down the sides of his face, over his shoulders to rest on Yoongi's round tummy. His fingers splay out, and Yoongi can feel him rubbing soothing circles through the fabric of his sweater.
"I'm bored, hyung," Yoongi says when they pull apart, his fingers still fisted in Seokjin's sweater. "I know I have this STD-pelvic pain-"
"-Whatever, it's pelvic pain," Yoongi says, flushing slightly. At this, Seokjin chuckles softly, nods. "And I'm bored out of my mind. I know you mean it well and that there's no cruel intentions behind this but can't I at least rest on the couch?"
For a couple of seconds, Yoongi finds himself staring stubbornly at Seokjin, a slight pout on his lips; involuntarily, of course. However, Yoongi knows this is one of Seokjin's weaknesses. Him, Yoongi, is one of Seokjin's weaknesses and especially now, pregnant, Seokjin will do almost whatever Yoongi asks of him.
After Yoongi's doctor told him he had early signs of SPD, however, Seokjin has refused to fuck him, but that's a tale for another day. Yoongi only wants to get out of the bed now, not further into it.
"I understand," Seokjin murmurs, smiles fondly at him. In his eyes, there are some traces of sadness, so Yoongi speaks up quickly, stumbling over a couple of words as he speaks.
"It's not that I don't appreciate your concern, Seokjin-hyung, really!" Yoongi explains quickly, not letting Seokjin look away, feeling the urge to make sure that Seokjin gets him. "I know you love me, and that's why you're coddling me, us, like this and I appreciate it, I just-"
Yoongi's own words make him flustered.
"You just?" Seokjin says helpfully.
"I want to spend more time with you," Yoongi mutters quietly, looking away from Seokjin, speaking instead to the wool of Seokjin's pink sweater. "I mean, you're still working full-time and I'm just, eating and sleeping and growing and I want to do that with you."
"Yoongi," Seokjin says affectionately, curling his fingers under Yoongi's chin, tilting it up towards him gently. Yoongi inhales sharply, cheeks warm at the pure love Yoongi sees etched into every single fibre of Seokjin's body. It's visible in the curl of his lips, the shine in his eyes.
"Of course, of course."
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