#but this idea kept nagging at me whenever i tried to nap my headache away

[hollowwhisperings]

Kingdom Key & Kingdom Hearts: A SoRiku Theory

The Kingdom Hearts series (& its creators) actively emphasizes the ways that its primary protagonist, Sora, is a "normal, ordinary boy". Yet Sora wields the iconic Kingdom Key, the Ultima Keyblade & even a x-blade (as forged by Xehanort): Sora's Story has been that of a Chosen One, even as he fits the archetype of one "Unchosen".

This theory explores the nature of Choice within the KH series, specifically in the context of "Destiny" and prophecies. It employs the "Riku is The Light" & "Necklace" theories, as well as elements of "Sleeping Realm". It also casts Riku as one of those Strange Women in Ponds who Distribute Swords as a Basis of [Galactic World Order].

Sora's story seemingly begins as a Classic Hero's Journey only for such a reading to fall flat when Expectations such as "Getting The Girl" and "Becoming a Keyblade Master" pointedly do not happen.

The driving force of the KH series has always been Riku: Riku wished to see worlds beyond his home, knowing the truth of the KH Multiverse well before proof literally crashlanded in the form of Kairi (a literal shooting star).

It is Riku's Heart that drew the attention of the Worlds at large to the Destiny Islands: the brightness of his light lead Terra, Aqua & Xehanort to meeting Sora in the first place.

Terra chooses Riku as a future Keyblade Master.

Aqua chooses Sora for the sake of preserving Riku's Light, the events of BBS teaching her that the strongest lights cast the longest shadows.

Xehanort chooses Riku as a Dark Vessel, whispering to him & encouraging him to doubt, to mistrust.

It is assumed, by Sora and by Riku, that Riku was also the person responsible for "opening the door" to the Darkness that felled the Destiny Islands. Yet throughout his childhood, each attempt by Riku to open the mysterious door on the play island failed and, when Darkness Falls, it is Kairi who is found at its source (Kairi, who had been expelled from her home by a version of Xehanort & whose heart harboured yet another fragment of the Seeker of Darkness).

Regardless of whether he truly opened the Destiny Islands to Darkness, Riku believed it & through Darkness did he find "freedom" to explore the Worlds Beyond, just as he had always dreamed... except for one, rather significant detail becoming derailed: Sora's presence by Riku's Side.

The two were separated and Sora was almost lost: even with Darkness swallowing Riku whole, the light within his Heart acted in time to save Sora by entrusting to him 'Kingdom Key'. Riku's Keyblade. A physical manifestation of Riku's Heart.

(notably, the "Kingdom Key-D" found by King Mickey was found not too far from the scene where Kingdom Key manifested: it is plausible that this keyblade was also manifested by Riku's Heart, perhaps alongside its 'Light' counterpart - I'd need to check the timeline to see how such a theory holds up)

Kingdom Key was entrusted to Sora, a subconscious act of Riku's Heart that mirrored an earlier act of protection Riku gave to Sora: on the night where Kairi fell to the Destiny Islands, a young Sora felt frightened and a young Riku swore to protect his dearest friend. This oath was sworn in turn sworn by Sora to Riku. They sealed these oaths with tokens they held close: while Sora's charm gifted to Riku remains unknown, Riku entrusted Sora with a crown charm he had had since infancy.

When Riku was 5, Riku entrusted Sora with his Crown. Both boys swore to protect the other.

When Riku was 15, Riku's Heart entrusted itself to Sora in the form of 'Kingdom Key'.

When Riku was ~16, he subconsciously protected Sora by becoming the latter's Dreamel Eater. Within the same timeframe, Riku sacrificed himself entirely to save Sora at the Keyblade Graveyard (an act of sacrifice, an act of True Love).

At every instance where Riku has been at a crossroads, knowingly or not, his Heart has Chosen Sora's: Riku, presumed descendant of Ephemera and a child of the Destiny Islands, has always & continues to choose Sora.

When the pair were reunited in KH2 and confronted the threat of Xemnas, the two fought as one & passed their keyblades between each other intuitively

When the pair existed in parallel realms of Sleep, separated but connected, their heartbeasts joined to form a Waltzing variation of the melody 'Dearly Belove'. They then fought in sync with a Combined Blade, formed from the keyblades "Mirage Split" and "Nightmare's End", acting again as two halves of a whole.

When Riku was to meet his end in the Realm of Darkness, far within the abyss, Sora appeared to him and they once again wielded their Combined Blade. Beast had once reaponded to a 15 year old Riku's questioning of his impossible arrival to Hollow Bastion, where Beast's Beloved Belle was held hostage, that he had "simply believed": belief brought Sora to Riku in the Realm of Darkness, belief brought Sora to the Final World in the wake of Riku's Ultimate Sacrifice.

The premise of Kingdom Key & its counterpart, Kingdom Key-D, being Manifestations of Riku's Heart & indicative of Riku's being the "Child of Destiny" does run into some Logistical Obstacles.

One, if Riku's Keyblade is being wielded by Sora (& Mickey, assuming the two keys were originally one) then whose keyblade is Riku wielding?

Two, how can Riku's Heart manifest multiple keyblades? Posession by Ansem Seeker of Darkness explains 1 of the "extra" keyblades (the key of "all hearts"). The bequeathing ceremony by Terra could explain another. Kingdom Key-D is definitely connected to Kingdom Key yet never specifically associated with Riku, evem being wielded by King Mickey (a stranger to Riku, at that point).

To the first: if Riku's keyblade is being wielded by Sora (& its counterpart by King Mickey), how can Riku wield another keyblade in KH1 even before getting possessed?

There are several immediate & varyingly plausible explanations: Riku's nature as a "Child of Destiny" allowing his Heart to churn out keyblades on demand like some Fey Lady of Avalon; or the other keyblades were not actually manifested by Riku at all.

While I greatly enjoy the imagery of Riku playing the "Lady of the Lake" to Sora's "Arthur" in KH1, given Sora's opening dream sequence already set Riku as being stuck in a Body Of Water (which is additionally representative of Darkness), it is Stretching Things to assume all other Plot Focused keyblades were ALSO fished out from Riku's Heart.

Perhaps Riku's Heart simply conjured new keyblades in response to Sora's Heart taking in new quests: Riku's Heart supplying keys to the metaphoric doors of Sora's Heart Hotel.

It is more likely, however, that the "new" keyblade wielded by Riku (the one currently known as "Braveheart") is a manifestation of SORA'S Heart: Riku entrusted his crown & his heart to Sora, first on the night of the Meteor Shower & then on the night the Islands Fell; Sora, in turn, entrusted his sword & heart to Riku. It explains how each boy readily wields the keyblade of the other & fits within the theme of their hearts beating in sych.

Riku choosing Sora, Riku's entrusting his Heart (literally & figuratively) with Sora, resulted in Destiny Itself 'choosing' Sora: if Riku represents Kingdom Hearts, the subject of his love would naturally become beloved by the Worlds in turn.

Sora acting as "[the] One Sky, One Destiny" due to Sora having the 'Heart' of Destiny through its child (Riku)'s love.

Sora is not only Riku's Dearly Beloved, Sora is THE "Dearly Beloved": beloved by the Worlds, entrusted with their Hearts & appointed their Savior. And all because, dull and ordinary boy that he may be, it is Sora's naturally normal self that Riku fell in love with. Sora may not be any more innately special than anyone else but Sora is special to RIKU, the love between them (knowingly or not) serving as the driving force of their stories & of Destiny itself.

[assweetassuga]

Prompt 15: Late Night Confessions

Prompt: "do you have ANY idea what time it is-” “Shhhh-" “AND YOU’RE OUT HERE ON THE STREETS IN YOUR PAJAMAS” “Not so loud" “no, you PUT me down right this instant-” AU: Roommate Genre: fluff Ship: Reader x Min Yoongi/ Suga Third person POV with reader referred to as 'Y/N', 'she', 'her',... Note: Yoongi isn't 'famous' or part of BTS here. He's only an aspiring music producer who is somewhat well known. Warning: this is pretty long and not proofread or edited. ___________________________________ It wasn't Y/N's fault. It really wasn't. She tried her hardest to avoid failing her exams but she let one subject slip away and earn her an F. But it wasn't her fault, the professor hated her and made it her mission to fail Y/N- only because she wouldn't talk much during class. What kind of dumb reason was that? And what did the professor benefit from having her repeat the class and seeing her again?- Y/N could never figure it out. Anyway, despite it only being ten in the morning, Y/N's day was already ruined. Having received her grades for the previous semester with many disappointments, she cancelled her plans to meet up with her friends and headed back to the apartment she shared with the self-proclaimed world renowned music producer, Min Yoongi, who was actually only a locally known but brilliant producer who worked behind the scenes for some very well known groups and artists. Although his work can be done from the comfort of his own room/ office, his company forces him to work from their official building, so she was sure she wouldn't find him when she reached their shared space. Despite this, she made sure to knock on his door once she got home and was actually surprised to hear a response. Suddenly concerned, Y/N entered his room and almost immediately tripped on a shoe placed haphazardly in front of the door. "Yah Min Yoongi clean your room up it's a safety hazard," Yoongi, who was somewhat concealed by the back of his huge desk chair, swiveled around in said chair while posing like The Godfather and and eyed her silently, quirking an eyebrow. "It's an organized mess. It reflects my genius," Y/N rolled her eyes at his typical response and walked over closer to him, seating herself on the small couch next to his desk. "Whatever. Why are you here?" "What? Can't I be in my room?" "You know what I mean. Aren't you supposed to be at work?" "I am at work," "Yoong," "Y/N (nickname)," "I'm waiting for a valid response," "I gave you one," Y/N usually loved their routine banter, but on that specific day she couldn't even handle looking at him, let alone talking to him. She was feeling especially guilty that day, because he was expecting her to inform him of her grades and he knew she was stalling. The only reason she felt guilty about her less-than-satisfactory results was because he'd actually taken time out of his busy schedule to help her study some topics he was good at, and she didn't want to seem like she was taking his help for granted by displaying such ugly marks. Since she wasn't getting anywhere with her attempt at stalling, she decided to just leave and avoid talking about the topic. With that, she got off the couch, gave him one last eye roll, and headed towards the door that would lead her to her freedom and her cosy bed. "Not so fast, Y/N," Y/N couldn't hide her groan and rested her hand on the door knob. She closed her eyes and composed herself, trying to look as innocent as possible before she turned around to face him. "Yes, Yoongi?" "Your grades please," and he held out his arm for the folder that she held that contained the shameful truth. "Uuuhh... I didn't get them," "Bullshit. Hand it over," "Please no," "Y/N," "Please," she begged, using the well known puppy dog eyes technique she knew would usually work on him. "Your cuteness won't work this time. Come on, Y/N, show me your grades. I know they're not as bad as you're making them seem," "They are, I swear they are. You'll be disappointed and you'll realize you wasted your time. And I'm sorry about that. I really am. Just please don't look at them," "Y/N, it's okay. I promise you I won't be mad. And you're not a waste of time, I actually enjoyed those study sessions, even if you think they didn't pay off," Y/N jutted her bottom lip out, pouting, as she tried one last attempt at the puppy dog plead. Realizing it really didn't work this time, she visibly deflated and huffed. "Fine. I'll give you the folder, but don't open it before I leave the room. Let me leave first then look at them. Please," "Whatever you want, Y/N," "Promise me," "I promise," "Pinkie swear?" Yoongi chuckled at that but held up his little finger. "Pinkie swear," he said as they hooked their fingers. As soon as the oath was bound, Y/N all but ran out of his room and over to hers after throwing the folder on his bed. Without even bothering to take her clothes off, she dove onto her own bed and rolled herself up in her bedcovers like a burrito. Within half an hour, unexpected sleep overtook her, leaving a confused Yoongi standing at the foot of her bed with her grades in his hands. "She falls asleep even faster than I do. What a weirdo," he mumbled as he placed the grades folder on her desk and wrote her a sticky note- which he then stuck on the folder. He decided against waking her up and let her rest after weeks of stressing over finals and the results afterwards, promising himself he'd check on her around dinner time after he ordered something for them to eat. Fourteen hours later, Y/N woke up with a pounding headache. Confused about the year and the planet she lived on, she groped around for her phone to check those details before she checked herself into a mental hospital. She found her phone dug under her back bra strap; how it got there was a mystery to her and the universe. As soon as she saw the time and the darkness outside her open windows, she yelped and her phone slid out of her hands. She'd never been able to sleep for fourteen continuous hours; she must've been really upset in order for her to take a depression nap like that. With a throbbing head and numb limbs, she got off her bed and tiptoed to the shared bathroom, trying not to make any sound and thus avoid any unnecessary encounters with her roommate. She still didn't know how to face him after those shameful grades. When she passed the kitchen she saw a bag of food from the usual place she and Yoongi would order from when they wanted to treat themselves- but there was no Yoongi and no indication of him having eaten. She immediately felt bad, she was usually the one who nagged/ reminded him to eat, while he was the one who reminded her to do everything she forgot to do... which is everything needed to function as a human being. She decided to check up on him after relieving her sad, distended bladder and then brushing her teeth. Yoongi wasn't in his room when she slowly opened his door. He wasn't in the living room either. He was no where to be found, and she was starting to worry. At this time he'd usually be asleep, eating or working away at his laptop, finishing what he couldn't during the day, but he wasn't doing that right now, and breaking a habit was near impossible for him. She called his phone too many times for rationality before she discovered it buried underneath his bedsheets. The fact that he didn't have his phone on him worried her even more. She paced the apartment endlessly, thinking of a logical course of action, before she threw caution to the wind and put on her shoes and coat and head out to look for him in the few places he went to when he left home or work. An hour later found a furious Y/N and an out-of-character Yoongi. "do you have ANY idea what time it is-” she started, seething with anger and worry. “SHHHH-” “AND YOU’RE OUT HERE ON THE STREETS IN YOUR PAJAMAS," “Not so loud, Y/N,” “no, you PUT me down right this instant-” "Y/N, stop fidgeting," he whined, holding her bridal style and swinging her left and right as if to halt her movements. "Yoongi I'm dead serious put me down right now," Y/N's heart was pounding with fear of falling- perhaps both ways of that sense. "What if I don't want to," he deadpanned, posing it as a phrase instead of a sentence. "You'll regret it. If you let me fall I'll have your head. I'm pretty sure you're drunk and I don't need a head injury right now," He suddenly stopped the swinging but he kept her in his arms. "I'm not drunk," he said, sounding as sober as ever. "Then what are you doing?" Y/N was convinced he wasn't drunk- despite the fact that he can hold his liquor, Yoongi was a way-too-obvious drunk, his face would be flushed and his eyes would be unfocused and watery. He would also be unstable on his feet and he sure as hell wouldn't be able to lift and carry her like this. Right now, his eyes were watery, but that was probably because of lack of sleep- also evidenced by the black under-eye bags. "I'm carrying you back home," he replied, tilting his face to where hers was, smiling his rare wide smile that made Y/N want to frame it and keep it with her for when she was feeling down... which was generally all the time. "Can I ask why?" She inquired after she recovered from the effect his smile had on her. "No," he smiled again, sarcastically this time, but still a smile she loved seeing. For someone who was as attractive looking while straight-faced as Yoongi, his smile always left an unexpected aftertaste in Y/N's heart that was different from the usual appreciation she had for his looks. I mean, come on. She knew being attracted to her roommate was a bad idea, but it's not like it was interfering with anything... maybe. Whenever she was confronted with her potential feelings for him she'd always shut them out and ignore them; she was convinced they were useless and more than likely only one sided. Besides, she was fine with her relationship with him as it was; she was too terrified of alienating him by talking about such useless things as emotions. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts and think of a response for his statement, she narrowed her eyes at him as her gave her a (cute) shit eating grin and shuffled her in his arms, shifting her weight to distribute it evenly so it wouldn't interfere with their walk back home. "Yoongi seriously I'm too heavy for this just put me down," "Don't wanna," he said and held her tighter. Y/N's heart squeezed at that- before she shut it up, that is. "Yooooooongiiiiiiii," she whined, then she realized there was no getting anywhere with him. "Fine, then at least tell me where you were," "Hmm," he feigned being deep in thought, "I was just out and about, walking to clear my head," "You and I both know you don't do that," "Indeed?" "Indeed," "Maybe indeed will be our always," "Shut up doofus," They both erupted in hardly muted fits of giggles, Y/N's left arm went around Yoongi's waist and clutched the back of his shirt while he subconsciously brought her closer to his chest. They were aware of how silly the exchange was but they both were smitten by each other's presence that they couldn't see the signs staring them right in the eyes. "Yoongi aren't you exhausted?" She asked as she saw him unsuccessfully hide his yawn. Both of them were unconscious of her right arm slowly inching up to reach his face until it touched the side of his cheekbone. He shook his head in denial but his drooping eyelids and watery eyes betrayed him. Her thumb stroked his cheek languidly, neither of them minding the contact. In fact, they were both enjoying the minimal skinship- not that either of them would admit it even if it saved their lives. "We'll be home soon," he whispered, subconsciously angling his face towards her touch. She nodded, maintaining the eye contact as she consciously caressed his cheek, enjoying the way her heart reacted to a gesture as small as him smiling faintly in response. His smile grew as she cupped his cheek with her entire hand while she still caressed his cheekbone with her thumb. She nodded in acknowledgement of his statement as their faces drew closer and their emotions ran deeper. They've been dancing around each other for the past three years, so this advancement in their relationship was logical- at least that's what Yoongi thought. Y/N held her breath and stilled as she watched him draw even closer, letting him take this interaction in the direction he wanted. She thought her heart would burst out of her chest as he rested his forehead on hers and closed his eyes as he sighed slowly. Her hand was still on his face but it was inching closer to his neck and then his hair. She'd always wanted to stroke his hair and feel its softness- despite his claims of it being rough and damaged because of over-dying, it was actually silky smooth and fluffy she was almost jealous. "Y/N," he started, his voice rougher than usual despite the fact that he was whispering. "Hmm?" She couldn't bring herself to say anything besides a hum in fear of ruining the moment. "If you keep doing that I might fall asleep while walking," he whispered, his eyes still closed, causing her to smirk triumphantly and angle her face up so both their foreheads and noses were touching. Still stroking his hair, she inched her face away from his, causing his eyes to fly open at the sudden loss of contact. Before he can question it, she quickly pecked his nose and just as quickly moved back, almost falling in Yoongi's suddenly less stable arms, then hiding her face in his chest. She didn't want to over think and go over what she just did and what it could mean to him but it was hard to avoid the thoughts... until he stopped walking and slowly set her back to her feet, her face still buried in his chest. Both hearts pounding and minds racing, each one of the two individuals was thinking of a way to take this moment in the direction he and she wanted. The directions were the same, unbeknownst to the other party. Suddenly decisive, Yoongi placed his arms around her waist, silently asking her to look at him. Once she did, he took his chance. With their eyes staring into the others' and both of his hands cupping her small face, he gently brushed their lips together in an almost-but-not-exactly kiss. They both sighed at the teasing contact but stayed where they were, collecting their wits and attempting to calm their racing hearts. Y/N's arms circled his waist, prompting him closer. He took the gesture as encouragement and pressed their lips together as he kissed her over and over in small, innocent kisses that conveyed both their feelings for each other. Y/N kissed back, and after countless tiny kisses that made her head spin into euphoria, she held his face in place and deepened the kiss, starting slowly at first and then exploding and letting rip the fire of emotions she felt for him. After his initial shock he reciprocated, and all too soon they were both coming up for air. "Damn, Y/N," he sighed, eyes wide and pupils blown wider than she's ever seen them, "if I'd known that would be your response I would've kissed you sooner. Much, much sooner," Suddenly shy, Y/N kissed his cheek in response and buried her face in his chest. He drew her in closer and held her tightly, smiling faintly at the precious girl in his arms. Even without verbal confession, he knew he finally had her. Years and years of pining were worth it for just this moment of complete satisfaction and tranquility- he wondered if this is what happiness truly felt like. They remained standing in the same spot, in each others' arms, for what felt like a happy lifetime. They weren't sure who moved first, but at some point they resumed their walk home, still wrapped in each other with small smiles and secretive glances. Anyone could tell they were smitten- it was as if they were in their own heart-shaped bubble with small heart-shaped bubbles floating around them. In short, it was super cheesy and they both knew it. Once they got home, the atmosphere shifted and became somewhat heavier. Yoongi- whose stomach rumbled loudly at some point during the walk- headed straight for the kitchen, while Y/N went to her room to change into her pajamas before joining Yoongi for a late night snack. "What're we having?" She asked as she entered the kitchen wearing one of her better pajamas. Yoongi, whose back was turned to her, lifted the bag of food that he'd ordered almost a lifetime ago, but it was empty as he'd removed the containers and was heating up the food. "It'll be ready in around five minutes," "'Kay," she replied, walking slowly toward him and hugging him from behind, resting her head on the back of his shoulder. He stiffened slightly at the unexpected contact but relaxed almost immediately, letting out a soothing sigh as he got back to the mugs of hot chocolate he was preparing. Y/N's head was placed strategically to hear his heartbeat, and she was strangely satisfied to hear it beating as rapidly as hers was. The disbelief as to what had happened earlier was starting to sink in- had they really kissed? Did they really have such a cute moment just around an hour ago? She was baffled- she never expected one of her greatest wishes would come true this easily. "Yoongi," she murmured slowly, mind still foggy. "Yes love?" He replied, throwing in the endearment almost mindlessly and causing Y/N to melt and spike her heartbeat up a few notches. "I- we- that is, um... what-" Yoongi cut her off by turning around and holding her arms tightly but not painfully while looking directly into her eyes as if trying to convey a message merely by eye contact. "Y/N," "Yes?" She squeaked uncharacteristically then cringed at how she was acting. Why was Yoongi turning her into a pile of mush like this? He blinked slowly once, twice, three times, the action mesmerizing Y/N and causing her to reflexively mirror him. "I'm going to say this once because honest to god I haven't had much time to prepare and I want to do it now so please pay attention. Y/N, you mean the world to me. I mean it, you're more important to me than anything or anyone else. You make me want to say and do cheesy things like in those movies you watch when you're PMSing. You make me want to laugh and cry and love and hate and I just- you make me feel. Ever since I met you five years ago and especially three years ago when you let me move in- you slowly wore down my walls and let yourself into my entire being and helped me learn how to feel again- and I love you for that. I don't know if mere words can describe this... thing that I'm feeling but, Y/N I don't think I can ever just remain 'friends' or 'roommates' simply. I've been in love with you for so long and I've had many opportunities to tell you and hopefully make you mine but I've always chickened out- until tonight when my cousin called me crying about losing his wife and asking me to come over and help with arrangements. His situation terrified me and I realized I would never want to lose you like he lost his wife- his other half. Yes, I realize I'm being super cheesy and we're not married or anything but you bring out this side in me and I'm not sure if I should hate you or love you for it- although I'm inclined to choose the latter. I'm not sure why I'm telling you all this and I'm probably scaring you off but it's been building inside for so long it was bound to come out at some point. Y/N, I love you so much and I can't see myself without you in any way. Will you accept my feelings and make me yours?" Throughout his speech, Y/N got more and more teary eyed until the tears started flowing rapidly when he mentioned his cousin's loss. Once he noticed the tears streaming down her face, he panicked and tried to backtrack and rectify what he said, until she interrupted him with a kiss she didn't realize she was capable of giving. She kissed him with all the passion she had and a handful more, conveying all the love and tenderness she felt for him, answering all his questions and giving him more answers than he'd asked. Her kiss made his head spin so fast he almost forgot his own name, which he was reminded of when she sighed it heavily after they broke apart for air. Tears still streaming down her face, she held his in both hands and tried to word exactly what she was trying to say with her kiss. "The feelings you induce in me when you're around, when you look at me and talk to me and touch me, even the innocent and mindless touches, cannot be explained by the simple word 'love'. Yoongi, the way I feel for you transcends any emotion articulated by our limited human vocabulary, but for the lack of better wording, I love you. I love love love you so much I never thought I'd be able to tell you. Yes, I accept your feelings. I am yours and you are mine and I don't want this to ever change. I love you Yoongi, so much that it terrifies me," she ended her smaller speech with a sigh and a shake of her head. "You've even made me cry because I couldn't handle my emotions. I hope you can take responsibility for that. Oh, and," she added as an afterthought, "after this I will be clinging to you like a damn koala so much so you'll regret this," she giggled, silently praying that he'd never regret this; them. At this he laughed loudly, his lips stretching over his teeth and gums in a genuine laugh at her ridiculousness- not that she minded, she loved his smile and even more so his laugh; both so rare but so beautiful. She voiced her thoughts, ceasing his laugh but causing him to grin stupidly at her statement. "That smile and laugh, they're yours and yours only," he proclaimed, pecking her forehead and holding her close. "That's so damn cheesy though," she groaned, her voice muffled because her face was pressed to his chest, "but I love this side of yours," "Well I love you, so I guess it's a fair trade," "You, sir, are the king of cheese," "You love it though," "Damn right I do," she admitted, kissing his cheek and begrudgingly removing herself from his warm embrace after both their stomachs rumbled embarrassingly loudly causing them both to burst into laughter. "So the food's ready. Let's eat quickly, Y/N, I want to sleep next to you tonight," Y/N blinked at the unexpected statement and blushed when the words sunk in. She squeaked a quick 'okay' and took the plates of food and mugs of hot chocolate from him and placed them on the table. He joined her soon after, displaying a self-satisfied smile and a twinkle in his eyes. Halfway through their meal, Yoongi seemed to remember something. "Oh, before I forget. Y/N, about your grades-" "Aaaaaaagh Yoongs no don't bring this up when I'm in the best mood," whined Y/N, pouting. "I'm not disappointed in you, baby," he rolled his eyes, Y/N's heart skipping a beat at the pet name, "however," Y/N could see a dangerous glint in his eyes before he finished his sentence, "I will have to punish you later for that D-," and he winked, pulverizing Y/N's intestines into mush and coloring her cheeks a warm red. She felt her whole body heating up in a blush at his comment, but she soon recovered and swatted at his arm, looking him straight in the eye and trying to mess with him too. "I can't wait, sweetheart," smirking, she stroked his hand as it lay on the table close to her then linked their fingers together, before looking up through her eyelashes at a violently blushing Min Yoongi. "I really can't wait,"