#sometimes is can be about stealing warmth for yourself and causing others mild annoyance

[ledleaf]

Be a leech! Cuddle and steal the warmth from your victims! Also their blankets.

cuddling doesn't have to be romantic

cuddling can be platonic.

cuddle your friends

cuddle your friends

cuddle your friends

cuddle your friends

[saveme-ruinme]

Ambivalent | ONE

~ Superhero AU ~ Namjoon x Reader ~ fluff/angst ~ Rated M (mild violence and suggestive themes) ~ 

character guide/summary // TWO

Word Count: 3.5k

"Yoongi, I'm cold," you whined, pouting at him from the other side of the couch.

"And what do you want me to do about it?" he asks, clearly not interested in your antics as he doesn't even spare you a glance, choosing to focus his attention on his phone.

The two of you were sitting on opposite sides of the charcoal coloured 'L' shaped couch. Yoongi was spread out on the other side of you, wearing black sweatpants and a plain black shirt, not even bothered that it was snowing outside. You were curled up in the corner of the couch, wrapped in a thick duvet, wearing two pairs of socks and still you could feel the chill in the air. You loved winter, the snow made everything look magical, but the extreme cold weather could go fuck itself in your opinion. You weren't made for weather that dipped into negative degrees.

"Yooooooongi," you cry.

"No," he deadpanned, not even turning to look at you.

"Yoongi!"

"I'll keep you warm, princess," Jimin said, jumping over the couch and settling next to you.

"But Yoongi is warmer," you complain, wrapping the blanket tighter around yourself as Jimin tugs at it, trying get you to unravel it so he can cram himself in with you. "And you have snow in your hair, where have you been?"

"Running errands," he tells you simply, tugging harder at your blanket. "Let me in, I'm cold too."

"Did you finish your job?" Yoongi asks, turning his attention away from his phone for the first time.

You didn't miss how heavy the atmosphere became, as Yoongi's question had sobered Jimin's playful behaviour for a very tense moment. You had no idea what they were talking about, you never did really, and you they had told you didn't want to know the few times you asked. It was better for you if you didn't know Yoongi said to you once, with a cold demeanour that gave you chills, a sharp contrast to his pyrokinetic abilities. Jimin had brushed you off, coming up with lame quips instead of real answers when you had asked him.

You never asked Seokjin what they did. He was the one that gave them their tasks, but you never asked him.

"Yup, and I already filled hyung in, so don't worry," Jimin informed Yoongi, sounding incredibly serious, something that Jimin usually was not.

Sitting between them as they spoke about things you obviously had no business knowing made you uncomfortable. You had absolutely no idea what they got up to when they weren't around you, and the fact that they weren't willing to tell you frightened you a little. There was nothing you could do, however, except wait for the icy feeling in the room to dissipate.

"Good," was all Yoongi said, before he looked away again, going back to his phone.

There a pause in the room, as Jimin sat in silent contemplation, absently tugging the blanket out from under you and shifted the both of you until he was pressed up against you underneath the duvet. Unfortunately for the both of you, Jimin being under the duvet with you did not make it any warmer. He was still dressed in his dark washed jeans that held onto the cold, bringing it into the warmth of the blanket with him causing you to shy away.

Noticing that you were attempting to shuffle away from his still cold body, he snickered. "It's way too cold today, isn't it?" he asks you, the mischievous edge in his tone making you raise your brows as you wondered what he was up to. "Yoongi-hyung?"

"No," was Yoongi's automatic response.

Jimin focussed all his attention toward Yoongi. "Hyung, we want to cuddle," Jimin pouts, shuffling you, the duvet and himself closer to Yoongi. There was a dark undertone in his voice, something that sounded suggestive and inviting and made people want to do things for him. "You want to cuddle with us too, don't you hyung."

"No." His answered sounded a lot more force than a few seconds ago. "Cut it out."

"Don't be like that hyung, we're cold and you're not. Share your warmth with us, ___ is over here shaking."

You observed in mild fascination as Jimin continued to gaze at Yoongi, eyes bright with focus and mischief. Yoongi had started to squirm from his side of the couch, trying to resist Jimin's temptation. It was futile, he would always give in sooner or later. No one could resist Park Jimin and no one could escape his temptation, not when he willed it upon people. Yoongi, much to his misfortune, was no exception.

The seconds ticked by as Yoongi continued to struggle, trying to block the low whispers of suggestions that Jimin was putting in his head. The two of you sitting on the other end of the couch could feel the heat radiating off him in frustration. You wouldn’t be surprised if he would spontaneously combust in frustration, as it had been known to happen in the past.

"Fine," Yoongi admitted, grinding his teeth in annoyance.

With a shout of victory, you and Jimin launch yourselves at Yoongi on his side of the couch, dragging the duvet with you. Yoongi sighed in defeat, shifting around to fit both you and Jimin on either side of him, letting you drape your limbs over him. You stripped yourself of both pairs of socks and proceeded to dig your feet between Yoongi's legs, sighing at the warmth that immediately soothes your stiff, cold toes. Relief fills you as you burrow against Yoongi's chest, soaking up as much of his heat that he's willing to offer, quietly grateful for Jimin and his powers of persuasion.

"I hate the both of you," Yoongi muttered unhappily. "I'm going to kill you, Jimin."

"You're really heartless, did you know that? You were really going to make us freeze like that?" Jimin asked rhetorically against Yoongi's neck, making him shiver from the feeling of Jimin’s breath against his neck.

"Next time you tell me you're cold, I'm going to set you on fire."

"Don't be mean, Yoongi. We can't all be made of fire like you," you scold, pressing the cold tip of your nose against his chest.

"Well maybe you should try," he quips flatly, still tapping away on his phone. You would crane your head to see what exactly he was doing on his phone for so long, but your face was too warm against his chest and you didn't want to move.

"Don't pretend like you don't like this too, hyung. I know you're secretly a fan of cuddling," Jimin teases, his platinum blond hair falling into his eyes.

Yoongi scoffs at the notion, making you laugh against his chest. Sometimes Jimin and Yoongi were scary with their closed conversations, talking around you about things you were afraid to question, and then there were other times like this that made you question whether you imagined those dark, tense moments that passed between them.

It amused you, how different the two were. Yoongi was constantly dissatisfied with the world, with a mask of perfect disinterest where Jimin was all mischief and seduction, enjoying making people - mainly Yoongi - do his laundry for him.  They also tended to fight like cats and dogs; sometimes literally, but after they straightened out whatever beef they had them, they tended to settle down in a strange setting of domesticity. Well, as domestic as living with a pyrokinetic and someone with the power of persuasion could be.

They were you friends, no matter how weird they were. You still cared for them, and you hoped they cared about you in the same way. You assumed they cared about you considering they were letting you stay in their house for free, telling you that it was your home too. Whatever they did when they weren't around you could be forgiven because they were your friends, something that you hadn't really had in more than a few years.

"What is all this?" Seokjin questions, making his presence known.

"Leeches," Yoongi answers, the same time Jimin says "cuddling."

"Yoongi is warm," you sigh against him, feeling relaxed and kind of sleepy now that you were all warmed up. "The world is too cold and cruel for me, I'm never moving."

"Well you're not wrong," Seokjin mutters under his breath, sounding more than amused. "Well I was going to ask if you all wanted to go out for dinner, but I don't think anyone wants to move."

There were noises of agreement from both you and Jimin, and an annoyed sigh from Yoongi, making Seokjin laugh. He shrugs on a jacket, unable to take his eyes off the playful exchange going on between of you. Seokjin doesn't miss how all Yoongi's rude remarks carry no ill intent, or how he doesn't seem as unpleasant as he usually is.

"Take out it is, then. Suggestions?"

"Pizza," you gasp out, finding that you had developed a sudden craving for it. "A big cheese pizza."

"And pepperoni!" Jimin adds. "With stuffed crust!"

"If you two think you can eat on me I will set your beds on fire," Yoongi threatens. "And I want a vegetarian pizza. Any one will do."

"Hyung, we're getting pizza and you choose the one with vegetables on it?" Jimin asks incredulously, judging his hyung.

Yoongi rolls his eyes. "Yeah, so you two thieves don't steal it."

"That was Jimin! Not me!" you blame immediately, poking Jimin in the face who squirmed away from your finger, batting it away from him.

"Cheese, pepperoni and vegetarian, got it," Seokjin lists, sliding on his shoes.

"And garlic bread," Yoongi chimes in. "Lots of it."

"I'll be back soon," Seokjin announces.

"Why can't you just get it delivered? It's cold out there, hyung," Yoongi suggests, craning his head to watch as Seokjin wraps a scarf around his neck.

"So keep a spot warm for me when I get back, but I have a few things to do first, so you might have wait a bit for the pizza," Seokjin informs the three of you.

"Well, have fun hyung. Don't take too long," Jimin says cheerily.

Seokjin chuckles before leaving, making sure to lock the door behind him. You, Yoongi, and Jimin are quiet after that, choosing to enjoy Yoongi's warmth and the soft, platonic intimacy of cuddling with you friends.

He had been following you all night, you had been aware of that since the first time the two of you made awkward eye contact from opposite sides of the room. He was handsome, much too handsome for the likes of you. His unnaturally platinum blond hair had made him stick out since he walked in the room, and everyone in the room was naturally drawn to this quiet, attractive stranger. The stranger in the tight leather pants that made you want to sin, and a white tank top that had a red writing patterned in a circle that showed off his unfairly toned arms.

The scariest part is that with everybody staring at him, this too good-looking stranger seemed to only have eyes for you. You, who did not even want to come to this party, but was dragged here by a good-natured acquaintance who thought you needed to get out more. You, who was wearing an oversized hoodie with a pair of plain blue jeans at a party with girls who breathed fashion and latest trends and put more than a few minutes of effort into their appearance. Not that you were judging, power to the women who wanted to look good, you just didn’t happen to be one of them.

There wasn’t much of you to look at, you were much too aware of that. You were grateful for it because it gave you the ability to wander through the party relatively undetected, which in turn hid you from gross guys with grabby hands. But arguably the most good-looking person in the room seemed to be interested in you, only you, despite the number of people attempting to gain his attention.

Uncomfortable with the attention from the handsome stranger, you turned away from his heated gaze, heading into the kitchen to get a drink. Until now, you hadn't had anything to drink as you've never been comfortable drinking around strangers outside the comfort of your home. You preferred to be with people you know who look after you in case you decide to throw up your entire stomach. You still weren't going to drink any alcohol, you just needed an excuse to escape the man who wouldn't stop staring at you.

Filling up a red solo cup with sprite, you nervously swallowed half of the contents of your cup, cringing at the fizz burning your throat.

"Not a drinker, huh?"

Jumping in fright, you accidentally sloshed the rest of the sprite against your arm. Gasping at the cold drink against your skin, you ignored the heat that bloomed in your face from embarrassment and scrambled for some napkins to dry yourself.

"Definitely not," the stranger laughed, helping to dry your arm.

"Uh you surprised me, that's all," you tried to explain.

"I take it you don't like parties either? I've been watching you; you seem like you want to disappear," the sincerity of his voice made you stop trying to dry all the moisture out of your arm.

Turning, you couldn't tell if you were surprised to find that the attractive man staring at you earlier had followed you into the kitchen. He was smiling at you softly, which was a weird difference from his leather pants that were stretched sinfully tight over his thighs.

"I'm Jimin," he introduced himself as you stood there and stared dumbly at him.

"Uh- ___," you answered slowly, unsure as to why he was talking to you.

"Do you want to get out of here?" Jimin asked, his voice dipping low and suggestive. There was something else to it, something you couldn't describe but you could feel the power of his suggesting pulsing through you, compelling you to follow him. To obey.

"And go where?" you asked to distract yourself from wanting to do whatever Jimin suggested.

"Somewhere fun," he replied, stepping forward into your personal space. "Don't you want to go somewhere fun with me?"

You would've stepped away from Jimin, hoping to create some space between the two of you but you were already pressed against the kitchen bench. Jimin had crowded you, and you wondered if it was because he found you attractive too, or he was just messing with you, wanting to make you uncomfortable. There was barely any space between the two of you, if you looked down to see how close he was you'd knock your head against his. You could feel his breath against your face, and see the ring of brown peeking behind his bright blue contacts.

"Not really," you said softly, not wanting to upset him.

"No?" he repeated, shocked at your refusal.

"No." you repeated firmly.

You shook your head, confirming your refusal and secretly enjoying how Jimin's eyes widened from surprise. You imagined that not many people said no to someone as attractive as Jimin, not when he drew the eyes of everyone when he walked in a room. Jimin had a captivating aura, that made people want to look - yourself included, but you knew that if you went anywhere with him, you’d end up with a broken heart somehow.

There was a moment of silence as Jimin processed what you said. Then he did something that surprised you - other than following you into the kitchen - he started laughing. For what reason, you had absolutely no idea. He just started laughing, taking a step back out of your personal space. You were thankful for that, now that he had backed away from you, you felt like you could breathe again. Although you still weren't sure what was so funny to Jimin, and it had your anxiety creeping up again, giving you slightly paranoid delusions as to why he was laughing.

"You know, I think I like you ___," he finally said.

"Why?" you sounded more than slightly bewildered at his ridiculous statement considering you had just rejected him.

Jimin said nothing, choosing to smile at you. You observed him, confused and intrigued at the same time. You had trouble comprehending how this person you had just met was smiling after you had rejected his advances, and it seemed like a genuine smile too. Jimin smiled and it brightened his face, erasing the dark allure from a moment ago. Jimin was an enigma to you, one that you wished to understand.

The door of your room creaked open, rousing you out of your sleep. You expected it to be Jimin, he sometimes liked to sneak into your bed when it got too cold at night, and you hadn’t seen him all night. He had disappeared after the pizza feast Seokjin came home with, saying that he still had something left to do and locked himself in his room. Whatever it was had taken him a while, as he hadn’t come out of his room when you had decided to retire for the night.

Rolling over to get more comfortable, you closed your eyes again and focussed on going back to sleep, hoping he wouldn’t make too much noise.

"There's a civilian!" you heard an unfamiliar voice hiss, cutting through the darkness in your room.

"How do we know she's a civilian?" another person who sounded unfamiliar to you asked.

In the dark confines of your bedroom, you laid in your bed with your back facing the intruders. You could feel your heart hammering away in your chest, keeping perfectly still hoping that whoever it was would just leave you alone. Fear clutched at your heart, making it difficult to breathe quietly. You willed yourself to stop breathing so loud, afraid that whoever was in your room would notice that you were awake.

"We already got that pryo psycho, maybe we should just leave her here, Einstein didn't say anything about a girl," the second voice whispered.

You squeezed your eyes shut and prayed that they would do just that.

Please leave, please leave, please leave, please leave.

"She probably knows something, we have to take her," the first voice announced, not trying to be quiet anymore.

Fear paralyzed you, as silence fell over the room. You stopped breathing as you laid there in your bed and waited for them to do something. You had never been all that confrontational, and to be perfectly honest you were also somewhat of a coward too. You had no idea what to do, you couldn't think, you couldn't breathe, you only hoped that you wouldn't accidentally wet the bed.

"Get her."

The next few moments passed in a blur.

Blankets were ripped off your body, making you scream and you curled your body in shame, as you had forgone sleeping in any kind of pants. Even though it was cold, you had an electric blanket under your sheets that kept your bed warm for you, so wearing pants was never a necessity in bed. That had turned out to be a bad idea, as whoever was trying to kidnap you was also getting an eyeful on your teenage mutant ninja turtle underwear. Hands grabbed at you, yanking you up at of bed, shouting at you, words you weren't listening to because you couldn't hear anything over your own screaming.

"Let me go!" you screeched, attempting to wrestle your limbs back from whoever was grabbing them.

"Stop fighting! This will be easier if you just calm down!" the person who was attempting capture you yelled in your ear. "Can't you calm her down?"

"I'm trying, it's not working for some reason," the other person said, sounding frustrated but making no attempt to physically restrain you.

"Gonna have to do this the hard way."

Panic seized you, and you screamed until your throat had started to hurt for the exertion. There was nothing else for you to do but scream. You couldn't fight them, the one who had their hands on you was too strong. He had caged your wrists is one of his fists to stop your arms from flailing around everywhere, and his hands feel like stone around your wrists. They wouldn't budge, no matter how hard you pulled and squirmed. Adrenaline coursed through your veins, making you kick at your captor, swinging your body around wildly in an attempt to break yourself out of his hold.

"Muscles," the other one warned as he watched you struggle.

"I don't want to hurt her, what if she's innocent?" 'Muscles' said, not even sounding like he was struggling at all with your flailing body.

If you weren't out of your mind with fear and panic, you would've noticed how stupid, yet agonisingly appropriate his name was. Unfortunately for you, you were otherwise preoccupied at having your fight or flight response - mostly flight - inhibited by this very strong intruder.

“Sorry about this,” was the last thing you heard before you felt your head explode with white hot pain, struggling to stay awake as the world faded away.