You gazed at your phone, about to faint from boredom. Yawning, you felt cold. Yeah, you could use a blanket, but the warmth you wanted was something that was only from a person. It was more comforting. Yet, you were stuck waiting in your husband's recording studio while he typed away and just wrote lyrics.

"Yoongi," you murmured tiredly, your eyes flickering towards the working boy. When no response came, you tried again, "Yooooooooooongiiiii!"

Again, no response. You knew he was busy, but all you wanted was a small cuddle.

"Yoongi," you whined, rubbing your eyes in exhaustion.

He finally snapped, glaring at you. "What the fuck do you want?"

"A-a cuddle," you lowered your eyes, trying to keep them open and trained on the floor.

"Christ, (Y/n)," he rolled his eyes, "'m fucking busy. Can't you wait?"

"N-no.. I'll just go back to the dorm and watch a movie..." you stood up, slightly wobbling. His eyes never softened, which made you slightly sad. "See you tomorrow."

"Love you," he put his headphones back on, all of his focus back on his work.

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"Hey, (Y/n)!" Jimin smiled happily, his red hair sightly messy. He and the youngest two must've been wrestling . "You're back quite early."

"I was distracting Yoongi," you shrugged, heaving a big sigh before giving Jimin a smile back, "wanna watch a movie?"

***

The movie was halfway done, but your eyelids were too heavy.

Jimin had his arms around you while you sat in between his legs. He was wide awake, head lolled back on the armrest while you hugged him back, letting his warmth comfort put you to sleep. Right before the movie finished, he finally passed out

The slight jingle of keys awoke Jimin, who looked at the door, then at you, then at the door again. Yoongi quietly walked in, turning on the lamp.

"It's super late, hyung," Jimin whispered weakly, extremely tired.

"I know," Yoongi turned, eyes immediately going to your sleeping figure. "How long has she been asleep?" His head nodding towards you.

"Almost two hours. She was quite unhappy when she had gotten home," Jimin's eyes had started to close again.

"She wanted to cuddle, but she also knows 'm busy," Yoongi sighed.

'Y'know... I'm not going to scold you, since your mixtape is an important milestone in your career, but (Y/n) is your wife. She also needs attention," Jimin reminded, barely even awake.

"I give her attention," the blonde man closed his eyes.

"Telling her she can hangout in your studio isn't giving her attention," Jimin chided, gently lifting you off his chest and giving you to Yoongi, trying his best not to wake you.

"Then what is attention?" The rapper sighed in frustration, opening his eyes just as you were put in his arms.

"Occasional cuddling, kissing, hugs, dates, you know... something to tell her that you love her," Jimin yawned. "Goodnight hyung."

"Jiminie-" Yoongi clicked his tongue, looking down at your sleeping figure. It's not the first time he's dated, but it's (naturally) the first time every having a wife. He was so caught up in his work that he had forgotten what love and attention meant.

"Let's go cuddle, shall we?" Yoongi whispered, mostly to himself, and carried you to the bedroom. Then, he set you on your shared bed and got in after, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to his chest.