"Picture time?" he asked and you nodded.

He did adjust your hair a little bit before turning on the lights in your room.

He took out his phone and captured a lot of your photos first.

And then, he joined you for selfies.

He was wearing a white button up shirt which was a rather good combo with your dress.

After a session of shooting selcas ended, you changed into your pajamas.

The shorts that you're wearing come up to your mid thigh along with Yoongi's sleeveless basketball jersey.

You have a few of his clothes hidden in your closet, in case he needs them or he wants to stay overnight. He cannot sleep in his tuxedo or jeans.

So you always have a lot of his sweatpants, shirts, the jerseys he used during high school. A pair of Rolexes and a couple of his tuxedos, suppose he has an urgent meeting or has to go to his work from your home, sneakily.

Basically, you can tell that one third of your closet is his.

And obviously you've always did your best to hide them from the maids and sometimes when your parents enter your room.

You occasionally wear his clothes, basketball jerseys and etc. Because you find it comfy, and he finds it cute.

And you both are not even dating. Funny, right?

A few minutes later, his phone started ringing.

It was his mother. He immediately handed over the phone to you, but you only put it on speaker.

"Happy birthday my daughter!" you could literally hear Yoongi's mother squealing.

"Thank you mom" you smiled through your words. "And nice gift by the way".

You and Yoongi's mom are like two sassy girls who've been best friends since they were in diapers. Her conscience never aged if I'm briefing.

"I'm the one who knows your preference after all" you could definitely tell that she just flipped her hair back while talking.

"Even I know what she wants mom" Yoongi said lazily while placing his head on your lap.

"You don't talk back to your mother lil meow meow," his mother tried to mimic you to which you laughed as you had your hand resting on Yoongi's chest. "And don't get her pregnant too soon," his mother sassed to Yoongi, knowing that the phone was on speaker.

"Eomma!" Yoongi said in disbelief and gave a pout, which was supposed to be a teleported glare to his mother.

"I can understand, Yoongi," she sighed through the phone. "I know that you cannot control your desires. But just wait until your engagement."

You sighed and shook your head.

You decided to make his mother drop the topic. So you turned off the speaker and continued talking about some random things with her.

Yoongi just took your hand and placed it on his head. Which means that he wants you to play with his hair.

You ran your fingers through his dark brown coloured scalp while talking for a few more minutes through the phone with his mother.

After what seemed like infinity to Yoongi, you finally hung up the call.

"Train to Busan?" he asked and you nodded.

Time skip~ (The end of the movie)

"No!" you exclaimed when Gong Yoo locked his daughter inside so that he won't be able to attack her once he changes into a zombie completely.

You cried your heart out while laying your head on Yoongi's chest.

He cuddled with you by wrapping his arms around your waist and stroked your hair while resting his cheek against the top of your head.

The movie ended and you sobbed hardly in Yoongi's embrace.

"It's just a movie. Why are you crying?" he chuckled and you sniffled.

"It's getting late. Come, I'll read to you" he said and you nodded.

He made you stand up on the couch and you both walked towards your bed.

He tugged you in the blankets as you laid your head on his lap.

He leaned his back on the headboard and took the book he always reads to you before you go to sleep.

The book was placed on the nightstand beside, where it usually is, and exactly where Yoongi placed it last night.

The book was titled Grandpa's bedtime stories.

It was gifted by Yoongi's mother to you when you were seven years old.

She might have figured out that maybe Yoongi would be called a grandpa by his hyungs and he'd be reading you to sleep with this book every night.

"Shall I start?" he asked and you nodded.

He started reading the story for you. You played with his fingers while using his lap as your personal pillow.

He caressed your hair like he always does and continued the story.

Yoongi's pov

"And when the-" I stopped reading when I saw her rubbing her eyes lightly.

I closed the book and placed it on the nightstand beside me, as usual.

While gently taking her head and placing it on the pillow as I covered her with the duvet properly.

I kissed her forehead, "Goodnight kitty".

She smiled and I pouted while saying, "I need my good night kiss too".

"Don't make that face" she chuckled with heavily lidded eyes.

I brought my face closer to her and turned sideways.

She kissed my cheek and smiled, "Goodnight Yoonie".

Her eyes closed and she drifted off to sleep.

It was almost 4 am.

If it was another normal day, I would've chatted with her and read her to sleep.

But when it's any special occasion, like one of our birthdays, festivals, weekends or holidays or a day off, we both even stay awake for the whole night talking and spend time watching dramas and movies.

I looked at her face before closing the glass door to her balcony when I exited her room, careful not to wake her up.

Our friends and my hyungs say that I'm being too lazy and sleepy. But the main reason is because I and Y/n stay up till midnight while discussing random things.

(A/n: Suga does sleep a lot. But unfortunately it is always in the waiting room of music shows, and thanks to bangtan bomb we can see suga sleeping. So we all have mistaken him of being too lazy and too sleepy. But the main reason is because he works a lot, spends a lot of energy which makes him tired and lazy to even move.)

Nevertheless, it still feels good to sleep.

Sometimes I end up sleeping while cuddling with her and sneak out the next morning without anyone knowing.

I climbed down the balcony swiftly like how I've been doing all these years.

Things I do for her.

I chuckled to myself and headed back to my home without any of the guards noticing.