Jungkook pays Yoongi a visit. And stays.

Jungkook unlocks the door to the studio and scoffs, like he always does, at the cat on the mat giving him the finger. He shakes his head, dusts his shoes off and unceremoniously walks in.

He scans the place until his eyes land on a figure tucked in on the couch, only a fluffy tuft of hair visible while the rest of their body is completely engulfed by a thick blanket.

Jungkook stifles a giggle at the sight, trying hard not to make any noise and wake the other person up. His nose scrunches adorably in the process and his eyes have a happy glint to them, sparkling warmly in the low light of the studio.

He sits at the edge of the couch, silently admiring Yoongi's sleeping form. Unable to contain himself—and not really wanting to, if he's being honest—, he leans down and places a kiss on Yoongi's forehead, tucks him in better, makes sure he's warm and comfortable.

When he's about to get up a hand swiftly grabs his wrist and a muffled groan reaches his ears.

Jungkook laughs, low but incredibly amused, incredibly fond.

He pulls the blanket back a little and makes room for himself, kisses Yoongi's nape and hugs him tight.

A contented hum is heard and Jungkook doesn't really know which one of them made it, doesn't really care as it doesn't matter anyways, not when they can both fall asleep in each other's arms like this.