"Babe. Girlfriend. What's wrong? What happened, Baby…" he was shaken into worry, seeing the tears gush down your cheeks, instinctually pulling you into his chest…squeezing you tightly. You had no idea what had come over you, you just let go, sobbing into his chest. He stopped asking questions and just held onto you, comforting you, reminding you, "whatever it is…I'm here, don't worry about anything. I'm here, we will get through it."
You took a few deep breaths, finally able to provide him some context, "you're so amazing, Yoongi. I just…I was looking at this picture and I thought about the fact that we are going to be apart so soon. Like…in days, babe. And I'm just not sure what I'm going to do. I know we talked about it, but what will that mean? When will we be able to see each other again? How much time will pass between this picture and the next?" He completely understood what you were saying and had you not talked about the fact that you were going to stay together no matter what, he would probably be freaking out too, but instead he laughed. He felt a confidence about your relationship that he hadn't felt before, about anything and if he was completely honest, no one had really made him need to feel confident. But with you…he just knew everything would work out. "Boyyyyyfriend," you whined, pushing away from him with your mouth held open, as your hands found their way to your hips, "what the fuck…I'm serious, why are you laughing?"
He engulfed you in the biggest hug and kissed your forehead over and over again, "girlfriend, snap the fuck out of it. I love you. You love me. We're together…we want to be together…we'll find a way. Plus, to answer your question…" He pulled your phone from your grip and held it out in front of the two of you, pulling you close to him, and snapping a selfie, "...like a minute." "Bae-Beeee, I'm serious," you began, before looking at the picture he took, "...oh my god, we're so cute." He laughed again, pulling you back into his arms, "babe, relax. Honey, I know you're serious and I get it. But, I can guarantee you that I am fully committed to making this work. Are you?" "Of course I am," you started to calm down. "Then we will," he stated simply and moved forward, lacing his fingers between yours, "...I'm so fucking hungry, let's get a snack." You breathed a little easier, believing him, trusting in him…confidently.
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"How did the time go by so quickly? How is it your last night here…with me?" You snuggled into Yoongi, laying on top of him as he held you close on your couch. He'd spent the last two days of his vacation with you, in your place and with your people. He wanted to take in everything that he possibly could about you. The previous night he'd had dinner with all the people who mattered to you and your relationship was solidified as he gained the approval of your parents, friends, and family. You had no doubt they would love him, but nevertheless he was still nervous, so much of the drive over was calming him down…reminding him who he was.
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"Boyfriend, pull your shit together, you're Min mother fucking Yoongi, you don't get nervous. You get it done," you'd given him the motivational talk he needed, slapping his ass as he walked in front of you after stepping out of the car. He turned around and held his mouth open in surprise, "ow, babe." You both laughed, having agreed the night would be about having fun and enjoying each other, not about saying goodbye. You both closed your eyes, as you held your heads pressed together, "I fucking love you, girlfriend." "I fucking love you, boyfriend." After taking the moment to just be, you opened your eyes to see him staring back at you, the quiet disposition that you'd come to appreciate even more, blanketing you with warmth. In the short time that you'd been together, you'd already learned so much about living life. Just being around him, soaking in his perspective…with him, you were able to see the world, bright as technicolor.
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In the quiet of your living room, you listened to his heartbeat underneath you, taking deep breaths…breathing him in so you'd have enough of him to hold onto when he was back home. "Let's go bone," he said in the quietest and most serious of his tones. You lifted your head up to look at his face and you fell into a complete laughing fit. He kept a straight face for only a moment, joining in on the laughter, before he slid out from under you and pulled you off of the couch. You walked to your room with him attached to your body, his chest against your back, still effortlessly walking in unison…easily, confidently…obvious to both of you that you'd been made to walk with him just as he’d been made to walk with you…your bodies perfectly melding together.
He kissed your neck, finding it hard to hide his tears. He tried to push them away before you turned to face him, but it was a feat that turned out to be impossible to accomplish. So he let you in a little bit more, turning you around and kissing you, then allowing you to see that he was sad, too. He'd felt it in the moments before, the warmth of your tears soaking into his t-shirt, wanting nothing more than for you to be ok…to be happy, to avoid every tough emotion. His love for you was shown to you, like the love he held for his brothers, by unapologetically doting on you. Providing stability and comfort in the smallest, but most meaningful ways…he needed you to be ok, so he made you laugh. Helping you to forget the anguish of your heart being crushed by the weight of his fast approaching departure…and helping him to forget that his heart was suffering from the same fate.
He kissed the tears that fell from your eyes and you did the same for him. He held your face gently between his hands, the hands that you'd become so used to holding. The hands that were number four on the list you held in your mind itemized with the endless things you would miss about having him right next to you. Only the sound of his heartbeat, his gentle kisses, and his laughter edged them out, by the slightest of margins. You'd kept the list to yourself, wanting to provide him with a good head space as he returned back to being Suga. You were desperately trying to free him from the burden of making you feel better, but you realized it was just never going to happen because he’d made it his responsibility.
Your smiles appeared from the unavoidable melancholy in the air, accepting that it sucked that he was leaving, but both committed to enjoying every last second. But, again, he moved you both forward, lifting you up swiftly and tossing you onto the bed. Then, he took a few moments to provide you with a strip tease…the perfect silly Yoongi kind of strip tease. He made you laugh just as easily as he made you wet. His exaggerated movements and the flossing of his belt between his legs, provided you with an abundance of joy and appreciation…they just didn't make them like your boyfriend anymore.
His silliness transitioned into his sexiness, as he grabbed onto your legs and pulled you to the edge of the bed. He lifted your shirt up just enough to see a small bit of your skin, lowering his lips onto your tummy. His gentle kisses, number two on your secret list, painted the skin just above the waistband of your comfy pants. The sensuality of his delicate touch paired with his patience, drawing out a breathy moan from between your lips. He continued to kiss your body, as he freed you from your pants and panties. A gentle touch from his fingers finding its way between your legs, slowly tracing across your inner thighs, then trailing the length of your slit. You clenched, as the building anticipation covered your body in heat and chill bumps. He was the most patient man you'd ever met. He never rushed the opportunity to soak you in.
His gentle kisses now found their way along the path that had just been paved by his fingers. His lips pushed against your thighs, then lingered between your legs as he committed the scent of your arousal to his memory. His kiss continued to cover your skin, moving up from your opening, back to your tummy then to your chest and breasts. He lifted his t-shirt from your body, pulling it over your head and tossing it onto the floor, as his tongue and lips attended to your nipples. Everything he did was hot, sexy, sensual…but what made it even hotter, even more sexy, absolutely sensual, was the look in his eyes. He was one hundred percent, completely, entirely, solely focused on you. His eyes told you how badly he wanted you, how deep his feelings for you were, how in love with you he'd fallen. Bare. Raw. Genuine. Honest. He was the ONLY one.
He had you slide back and then climbed onto the bed. Laying next to you as you faced each other, kissing as if your life depended on it. Tears fell freely when they needed to, but what remained steady was your united movements forward. "It's you," he whispered, "it will always be you. It will always be us." You wondered only for a moment what he was referring to, before your tears welled and you pulled him into your embrace, whispering, "really, Yoongi? That's the answer, baby…really?" Both of you closed your eyes and went back to the question.
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"Ok, your turn," you smiled, as he held your hand while you leaned onto his shoulder, leaving the canyon, "is there something you have yet to add to your endless list of accomplishments?" "Hmmm," he pretended like he was deep in thought, closing his eyes and then fake snoring as if he'd fallen asleep. "You're so silly," you teased, "people don't realize how silly you actually are…being deemed the serious one is very misleading." He cracked up, "what?…I'm seriously deep in thought." You both laughed and you pushed into the kiss he held onto the top of your head. "It's ok to not have any…I mean, the list of your awards could literally take more than an hour to read through," you giggled, feeling like you needed to give him an out. "No, no, no…girlfriend, I want to tell you everything. It's just that it's not related to work, it feels like nothing I want is related to work anymore. It's honestly kinda terrifying to admit, you know. Like, you know how we get asked all the time about the one glaring award that is missing, right? But, I think about it and honestly, it's just not important to me anymore…and I don't know, I guess I'm afraid to sound like I'm taking things for granted, like I’m not still working hard everyday. That I'm not still committed to writing and producing and composing and just music in general, but…there are just other things that matter," he stopped, keeping what he was thinking to himself, for the time being. He was confident in what he wanted, but he wasn't yet confident in voicing it, worried that maybe the risk of saying it out loud could outweigh the reward.
You trusted in his wisdom and allowed the question to remain unanswered, finding solace in the insight he was able to provide. Confident that when he was ready, he would tell you.
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"I want my biggest accomplishment to be our relationship. I want to get to 'forever' with you," he kissed you, as he gently guided you onto your back, then climbed on top of you. You were overwhelmed, but for the first time in your life…it wasn't a big dark and disastrous cloud of uncertainty. No, now, it was your boyfriend…an abundance of joy and love and hope and happiness and confidence in the strength of 'together' with him…it was overwhelming how easily and without reservation you had fallen in love with him.
His lips on yours, were like a validating certificate of authenticity. He kissed you softly, deeply, as if he was trying to transfer all of his love for you into you…so you had it, always. You ran your fingers through his hair, taking in the feel of his body on top of yours. Taking in how it felt to be only an inch away from his face. You weren’t going to forget anything about him, you never could…you never would.
His fingers trailed down the front of your body, gently, circling your nipples causing you both to giggle. He kissed your skin as he continued down to your opening, expertly teasing your slit before pushing in, soft slow circles grazed every tiny length of your clit. He kissed your skin, the feel of his lips and his fingers, working in unison to bring pleasure to your body was incredible. You grabbed onto his hair, locking him into place as he inched closer and closer…no rush, no time limit, no thought but to please you. The slowed speed of his fingers brought out something deep, deeper within your whole body, causing you to jerk as the soft tissues he touched became overly sensitive in some spots. He’d adjust quickly and find the rhythm that your body craved, staying the course, always moving forward with you. “Yes, yes, there, there, oh my god,” you moaned, as your body began to lift on its own, the feeling of being paused in place but continuing to move slowly, began to set in and you let him know where you were, “I’m gonna…cum…I’m cumming.” “That’s it, that’s my girl, get it baby,” he encouraged as he held his fingers still, allowing the first wave to crash over you. Then quickly speeding up to catch it on the way down, pressing a little harder to draw the intensity out even more. “Oh fuck,” you called out, before squeezing him within your arms, holding on as your body began to shake and jerk in sporadic motion.
The smirk on his lips was sexy as fuck, as he held his fingers within you to take in the feeling of your walls throbbing through your orgasms. “Damn, girlfriend, when you cum…that’s the sexiest fucking shit I’ve ever seen,” he growled against your skin, pulling his fingers out and replacing them with his hardness, slowly pushing his length into you. “Oh god, yes,” you moaned, as you felt his cock stretch your walls, and your walls push against him, welcoming him into your body. “It feels so good when I get in, every time, baby,” he moaned as he began to thrust into you at a moderate pace, still taking the time to push his tongue against your skin, and into your mouth. More than anything, he was taking the time to watch your face, to look into your eyes…to commit your face to memory, just as you’d done his. The intense feeling of love darted between your bodies, enveloping you both in comfort and joy. In that moment, you didn’t just feel lucky and happy, but complete. He would always be the one that made you feel whole.
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You took a few deep breaths, finally able to provide him some context, "you're so amazing, Yoongi. I just…I was looking at this picture and I thought about the fact that we are going to be apart so soon. Like…in days, babe. And I'm just not sure what I'm going to do. I know we talked about it, but what will that mean? When will we be able to see each other again? How much time will pass between this picture and the next?" He completely understood what you were saying and had you not talked about the fact that you were going to stay together no matter what, he would probably be freaking out too, but instead he laughed. He felt a confidence about your relationship that he hadn't felt before, about anything and if he was completely honest, no one had really made him need to feel confident. But with you…he just knew everything would work out. "Boyyyyyfriend," you whined, pushing away from him with your mouth held open, as your hands found their way to your hips, "what the fuck…I'm serious, why are you laughing?"
He engulfed you in the biggest hug and kissed your forehead over and over again, "girlfriend, snap the fuck out of it. I love you. You love me. We're together…we want to be together…we'll find a way. Plus, to answer your question…" He pulled your phone from your grip and held it out in front of the two of you, pulling you close to him, and snapping a selfie, "...like a minute." "Bae-Beeee, I'm serious," you began, before looking at the picture he took, "...oh my god, we're so cute." He laughed again, pulling you back into his arms, "babe, relax. Honey, I know you're serious and I get it. But, I can guarantee you that I am fully committed to making this work. Are you?" "Of course I am," you started to calm down. "Then we will," he stated simply and moved forward, lacing his fingers between yours, "...I'm so fucking hungry, let's get a snack." You breathed a little easier, believing him, trusting in him…confidently.
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"How did the time go by so quickly? How is it your last night here…with me?" You snuggled into Yoongi, laying on top of him as he held you close on your couch. He'd spent the last two days of his vacation with you, in your place and with your people. He wanted to take in everything that he possibly could about you. The previous night he'd had dinner with all the people who mattered to you and your relationship was solidified as he gained the approval of your parents, friends, and family. You had no doubt they would love him, but nevertheless he was still nervous, so much of the drive over was calming him down…reminding him who he was.
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"Boyfriend, pull your shit together, you're Min mother fucking Yoongi, you don't get nervous. You get it done," you'd given him the motivational talk he needed, slapping his ass as he walked in front of you after stepping out of the car. He turned around and held his mouth open in surprise, "ow, babe." You both laughed, having agreed the night would be about having fun and enjoying each other, not about saying goodbye. You both closed your eyes, as you held your heads pressed together, "I fucking love you, girlfriend." "I fucking love you, boyfriend." After taking the moment to just be, you opened your eyes to see him staring back at you, the quiet disposition that you'd come to appreciate even more, blanketing you with warmth. In the short time that you'd been together, you'd already learned so much about living life. Just being around him, soaking in his perspective…with him, you were able to see the world, bright as technicolor.
--
In the quiet of your living room, you listened to his heartbeat underneath you, taking deep breaths…breathing him in so you'd have enough of him to hold onto when he was back home. "Let's go bone," he said in the quietest and most serious of his tones. You lifted your head up to look at his face and you fell into a complete laughing fit. He kept a straight face for only a moment, joining in on the laughter, before he slid out from under you and pulled you off of the couch. You walked to your room with him attached to your body, his chest against your back, still effortlessly walking in unison…easily, confidently…obvious to both of you that you'd been made to walk with him just as he’d been made to walk with you…your bodies perfectly melding together.
He kissed your neck, finding it hard to hide his tears. He tried to push them away before you turned to face him, but it was a feat that turned out to be impossible to accomplish. So he let you in a little bit more, turning you around and kissing you, then allowing you to see that he was sad, too. He'd felt it in the moments before, the warmth of your tears soaking into his t-shirt, wanting nothing more than for you to be ok…to be happy, to avoid every tough emotion. His love for you was shown to you, like the love he held for his brothers, by unapologetically doting on you. Providing stability and comfort in the smallest, but most meaningful ways…he needed you to be ok, so he made you laugh. Helping you to forget the anguish of your heart being crushed by the weight of his fast approaching departure…and helping him to forget that his heart was suffering from the same fate.
He kissed the tears that fell from your eyes and you did the same for him. He held your face gently between his hands, the hands that you'd become so used to holding. The hands that were number four on the list you held in your mind itemized with the endless things you would miss about having him right next to you. Only the sound of his heartbeat, his gentle kisses, and his laughter edged them out, by the slightest of margins. You'd kept the list to yourself, wanting to provide him with a good head space as he returned back to being Suga. You were desperately trying to free him from the burden of making you feel better, but you realized it was just never going to happen because he’d made it his responsibility.
Your smiles appeared from the unavoidable melancholy in the air, accepting that it sucked that he was leaving, but both committed to enjoying every last second. But, again, he moved you both forward, lifting you up swiftly and tossing you onto the bed. Then, he took a few moments to provide you with a strip tease…the perfect silly Yoongi kind of strip tease. He made you laugh just as easily as he made you wet. His exaggerated movements and the flossing of his belt between his legs, provided you with an abundance of joy and appreciation…they just didn't make them like your boyfriend anymore.
His silliness transitioned into his sexiness, as he grabbed onto your legs and pulled you to the edge of the bed. He lifted your shirt up just enough to see a small bit of your skin, lowering his lips onto your tummy. His gentle kisses, number two on your secret list, painted the skin just above the waistband of your comfy pants. The sensuality of his delicate touch paired with his patience, drawing out a breathy moan from between your lips. He continued to kiss your body, as he freed you from your pants and panties. A gentle touch from his fingers finding its way between your legs, slowly tracing across your inner thighs, then trailing the length of your slit. You clenched, as the building anticipation covered your body in heat and chill bumps. He was the most patient man you'd ever met. He never rushed the opportunity to soak you in.
His gentle kisses now found their way along the path that had just been paved by his fingers. His lips pushed against your thighs, then lingered between your legs as he committed the scent of your arousal to his memory. His kiss continued to cover your skin, moving up from your opening, back to your tummy then to your chest and breasts. He lifted his t-shirt from your body, pulling it over your head and tossing it onto the floor, as his tongue and lips attended to your nipples. Everything he did was hot, sexy, sensual…but what made it even hotter, even more sexy, absolutely sensual, was the look in his eyes. He was one hundred percent, completely, entirely, solely focused on you. His eyes told you how badly he wanted you, how deep his feelings for you were, how in love with you he'd fallen. Bare. Raw. Genuine. Honest. He was the ONLY one.
He had you slide back and then climbed onto the bed. Laying next to you as you faced each other, kissing as if your life depended on it. Tears fell freely when they needed to, but what remained steady was your united movements forward. "It's you," he whispered, "it will always be you. It will always be us." You wondered only for a moment what he was referring to, before your tears welled and you pulled him into your embrace, whispering, "really, Yoongi? That's the answer, baby…really?" Both of you closed your eyes and went back to the question.
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"Ok, your turn," you smiled, as he held your hand while you leaned onto his shoulder, leaving the canyon, "is there something you have yet to add to your endless list of accomplishments?" "Hmmm," he pretended like he was deep in thought, closing his eyes and then fake snoring as if he'd fallen asleep. "You're so silly," you teased, "people don't realize how silly you actually are…being deemed the serious one is very misleading." He cracked up, "what?…I'm seriously deep in thought." You both laughed and you pushed into the kiss he held onto the top of your head. "It's ok to not have any…I mean, the list of your awards could literally take more than an hour to read through," you giggled, feeling like you needed to give him an out. "No, no, no…girlfriend, I want to tell you everything. It's just that it's not related to work, it feels like nothing I want is related to work anymore. It's honestly kinda terrifying to admit, you know. Like, you know how we get asked all the time about the one glaring award that is missing, right? But, I think about it and honestly, it's just not important to me anymore…and I don't know, I guess I'm afraid to sound like I'm taking things for granted, like I’m not still working hard everyday. That I'm not still committed to writing and producing and composing and just music in general, but…there are just other things that matter," he stopped, keeping what he was thinking to himself, for the time being. He was confident in what he wanted, but he wasn't yet confident in voicing it, worried that maybe the risk of saying it out loud could outweigh the reward.
You trusted in his wisdom and allowed the question to remain unanswered, finding solace in the insight he was able to provide. Confident that when he was ready, he would tell you.
--
"I want my biggest accomplishment to be our relationship. I want to get to 'forever' with you," he kissed you, as he gently guided you onto your back, then climbed on top of you. You were overwhelmed, but for the first time in your life…it wasn't a big dark and disastrous cloud of uncertainty. No, now, it was your boyfriend…an abundance of joy and love and hope and happiness and confidence in the strength of 'together' with him…it was overwhelming how easily and without reservation you had fallen in love with him.
His lips on yours, were like a validating certificate of authenticity. He kissed you softly, deeply, as if he was trying to transfer all of his love for you into you…so you had it, always. You ran your fingers through his hair, taking in the feel of his body on top of yours. Taking in how it felt to be only an inch away from his face. You weren’t going to forget anything about him, you never could…you never would.
His fingers trailed down the front of your body, gently, circling your nipples causing you both to giggle. He kissed your skin as he continued down to your opening, expertly teasing your slit before pushing in, soft slow circles grazed every tiny length of your clit. He kissed your skin, the feel of his lips and his fingers, working in unison to bring pleasure to your body was incredible. You grabbed onto his hair, locking him into place as he inched closer and closer…no rush, no time limit, no thought but to please you. The slowed speed of his fingers brought out something deep, deeper within your whole body, causing you to jerk as the soft tissues he touched became overly sensitive in some spots. He’d adjust quickly and find the rhythm that your body craved, staying the course, always moving forward with you. “Yes, yes, there, there, oh my god,” you moaned, as your body began to lift on its own, the feeling of being paused in place but continuing to move slowly, began to set in and you let him know where you were, “I’m gonna…cum…I’m cumming.” “That’s it, that’s my girl, get it baby,” he encouraged as he held his fingers still, allowing the first wave to crash over you. Then quickly speeding up to catch it on the way down, pressing a little harder to draw the intensity out even more. “Oh fuck,” you called out, before squeezing him within your arms, holding on as your body began to shake and jerk in sporadic motion.
The smirk on his lips was sexy as fuck, as he held his fingers within you to take in the feeling of your walls throbbing through your orgasms. “Damn, girlfriend, when you cum…that’s the sexiest fucking shit I’ve ever seen,” he growled against your skin, pulling his fingers out and replacing them with his hardness, slowly pushing his length into you. “Oh god, yes,” you moaned, as you felt his cock stretch your walls, and your walls push against him, welcoming him into your body. “It feels so good when I get in, every time, baby,” he moaned as he began to thrust into you at a moderate pace, still taking the time to push his tongue against your skin, and into your mouth. More than anything, he was taking the time to watch your face, to look into your eyes…to commit your face to memory, just as you’d done his. The intense feeling of love darted between your bodies, enveloping you both in comfort and joy. In that moment, you didn’t just feel lucky and happy, but complete. He would always be the one that made you feel whole.
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“I miss you too,” he pushed his lips together and stretched a smile within them. The cute dimpling of his chin evident in the half smile, half pout that he was showing. “I can see how much in that picture you posted. I got sad knowing you are in your bed and I’m not next to you,” you were trying so hard to keep it together, but he’d been gone for a full 24 hours and it was hard to accept. You talked via email throughout the flight, trying to remain focused on planning the next time you’d see each other rather than thinking of the distance between you. “But you will be, soon, right?” He tried to remain positive, realizing as he sat alone in his room that being away from you was even harder than he’d imagined…and he’d imagined essential armageddon. “Yes, that’s true, but…” you began. “No, girlfriend, nothing but yes. We focus only on ‘soon’, no matter what that means. We have to, baby. It’s the only way we will get through this together,” he put aside his own pain to help you deal with yours.
More sad than he could even describe, seeing you on the screen and not being able to touch or kiss you…was tortuous. As you started to change the subject to your upcoming week’s, trying to take your minds off of the obviousness of your despair, his mind began to think about how he could fix it. He needed you with him, he didn’t want to settle for a long distance relationship. You deserved the comfort of his arms and he deserved the comfort of yours. His thoughts became focused on one thing that would keep him proactive in getting what you both wanted.
‘I’ve got to get us a place…’
More sad than he could even describe, seeing you on the screen and not being able to touch or kiss you…was tortuous. As you started to change the subject to your upcoming week’s, trying to take your minds off of the obviousness of your despair, his mind began to think about how he could fix it. He needed you with him, he didn’t want to settle for a long distance relationship. You deserved the comfort of his arms and he deserved the comfort of yours. His thoughts became focused on one thing that would keep him proactive in getting what you both wanted.
‘I’ve got to get us a place…’