Work Text:
Another verse, a few more lines.
One more melody, one more song.
Work never ends, inspiration always seem to hit during the odd hours of the night. It's never easy. Once I start, I'd lose track of time. Weary bones, droopy eyes, but I can't stop. These lyrics do not write themselves.
Tick tock, tick tock.
Scribbling on the coffee stained notepad for hours is giving me a migraine and my back is aching but I have a deadline to meet.
"Yoongi" a soft murmur comes from behind me. I glance at the clock on my desk, 5AM blinks back harshly at me. It's late.
Gathering the loose sheets of lyrics, I close my laptop. Switching off the desk lamp and pushing in my chair and then finally, finally padding towards our bed.
Looking at the small lump on the bed, I can't help but smile. Jimin’s puffy lips parting slightly as he slept, his face a look of innocence. Standing by the side of the bed, I lean down and press my lips on his forehead. "Finally, you're here" jimin says as he struggles to lift his eyes. So cute, so soft for me. Lifting the blanket, I slowly slip under the warm covers. It's always this warm and comfy with you here. I can no longer remember how I managed to sleep before we met. It just doesn't feel right.
Throwing my arms across his waist, I pull him closer. Jimin’s nuzzles the crook my neck and I'm immediately consumed by the scent of peach and apricot. It smells like home. Jimin squeaks, "you're so cold, yoongi" as he cuddles a little closer, tangling our legs together.
Holding his small hands, I place my lips on his knuckles and ask, "Why aren't you asleep baby?"
"Couldn't fall sleep without you." Jimin mumbled.
"You silly boy, what will I do with you?" Jimin starts to giggle, and then he says "I love you."
Planting a soft peck on his forehead, I lean towards his ears and whisper “I love you too. Go to sleep sunshine.” Once more, kissing the top of his soft pink head. My little baby. Jimin releases a sigh of contentment and tucks his head under my chin. I can feel him smiling while pressed against my chest.
My inspiration, my muse. I can only write because of you. I love you. Work can wait. For now, let's sleep.