He woke up early, his mind too filled with happy energy to sleep. He rolled out of bed, quietly, wanting you to be able to continue sleeping. After he went to the bathroom, he stood leaning back against the doorway, watching you sleep. His gummy smile, staring at you, his heart feeling like it was literally filling with more and more love for you. You were barely covered, only wearing the kind of panties he liked, boy shorts, because he liked the way the bottom of your ass cheeks peeked out when you wore them. He licked his lips, tempted to join you, spreading your legs to lick between them, but he had a lot on his mind and he wanted to talk to someone…someone from home.
"Hoseokie," he chuckled, as Hoseok answered the phone with a sun shining hearty greeting, "Yoongiyah!" "So, tell me about her, she's so gorgeous," Hoseok's voice was warm on the other side of the call. Yoongi loved that he could talk about you. He'd previously sent a message to the group chat with the guys, along with a picture of the two of you. Everyone was happy, sending messages of happiness, even Jungkook responded within 24 hours. "She's everything, Hoseokie," he closed his eyes, still finding your existence hard to believe, "she's beautiful, smart, funny, super talented…and so fucking sexy. I hit the fucking jackpot with her. She's amazing." "Awww, Yoongiyah, that's amazing. I'm so happy for you bro. So why do I sense a little melancholic tone underneath all the happiness?" Hoseok was nothing if not observant, especially when it came to Yoongi. All the members found it so incredible that Hoseok just always knew.
"I don't want to be without her," Yoongi admitted, having been thinking the same thing you'd been thinking. "Yeah, that's always the worst. I figured that's what was happening. Well, have you talked to her about how you are feeling? Maybe, she would be good with a long distance relationship? I mean that's all any of us can do," Hoseok empathized with Yoongi’s state of mind. "I love her too much to sentence her to a life of never knowing. I can't do that to her. She's too amazing a person to not be sharing that beautiful light she has. She just makes everyone around her feel so seen. Her cousin, Enzo, had one session of time in the studio with me and he talked about her most of the time," Yoongi sighed, "of course at the time I didn't know I'd be falling in love with her, but it's like in hindsight…everything he said was spot on. I don't want her to be lonely, but I also don't want to give her up. I'm fucking stuck." "Well, it's just gonna be a little harder, but if she's what you think she is and you know what she seems…I think you'll work it out. But don't hold it in, be honest with her now. The sooner you tell her how it has to be, the better you'll know what the future will hold," Hoseok was always the one to drop the best advice. "Yeah, but…" Yoongi started, but stopped, starting to feel shy. It didn't matter because Hoseok knew what he was going to say, "...you're scared?" Yoongi chuckled timidly, "yeah." "I mean, I get it…I would be too. I've been there, we all have. But, it will either work or it won't. Don't make more out of it than that," wise as wise could be, Hoseok's words were always of comfort. "Yeah, I know you're right. I also know she's amazing, so I feel like I'm scared for no reason, but…you never know," Yoongi admitted.
"True, but Yoongi, you are so intuitive. You protect yourself more than any of us, I think you know what you know…and you just have to believe that. Let go, take a leap of faith, have…HOPE," they both laughed at the easily inserted motto. "Well, I'm gonna get going. I'm not gonna let her sleep anymore," Yoongi said, a small smirk on his face, his smirk obvious in his tone. "Oh shit, get it Yoongiyah. Don't worry, have fun, be happy," Hoseok delivered the final positive boost and Yoongi hung up…taking a few more minutes of the sound, smell, and feel of the ocean around him. Little did he know, you were on your way to see him, having taken a few pictures of him as you watched him from afar.
"Good morning, boyfriend," you spoke softly, leaning over the side of the chair, kissing his smiling lips. "Awww, hello, girlfriend," he smiled, tapping on his lap for you to sit, "I was just talking about you." "Oh, you were? And what was my hot and sexy man saying," you had taken a seat on one of his thighs, your legs hung between his legs as you wrapped your arm around his neck, placing your other hand on his face, pulling his kiss to you. "I was just telling Hoseok how much I love you and how amazing you are," his sweetness flowed so easily from his mouth. "Awww, baby, I love you," you smiled, kissing him again, before leaning onto his shoulder. "Actually," he started, as he rubbed his hand on your bare thighs, "I was going to go wake you up with my mouth." You raised your eyebrows and smiled, "oooh?" "Yes, but I'm happy instead to welcome you to the view with my fingers," he pushed his hand between your legs, holding still as the heat from your pussy warmed his skin. You'd stepped out of the beach house wearing his slippers, after you'd slipped on one of his white t-shirts and his black coat. Your ass, still hanging out perfectly from the bottom of his favorite of your panties.
He pulled your face against his, enveloping your lips with his, as the fingers between your legs started to find their way under the fabric. He guided you back against his chest as you spread your legs over his, allowing him the best access to your pussy. You closed your eyes, moaning as he started to tease your pussy, his fingers already knowing what you liked. You reached your hand back behind you, gripping onto his hair, "oh my god, yoongi…fuck, that feels so good, baby…" "You feel so good," he whispered in your ear, "...so hot and wet. As soon as I…make you cum…I'm gonna take you inside…and make you cum again…with…my tongue." His fingers moved against your clit, long strokes, slow strokes…bringing your release closer and closer. He listened to your moans closely, both as an indication of how close you were and the most effective foreplay, as he hardened underneath your body. Your body started to grind against him, then lifted and fell, then, "oh fuck, oh yes, yes, baby…bae…beeeeeee. Oh shit…I'm cumming." Automation took over your body, writhing against him, as your mind floated in ecstasy. He waited patiently for you to relax against him, sucking gently on your neck and earlobe as the tension in your muscles released, "mmm, that felt good…how about another one?"
Your breathing caught when he started to move his fingers inside of you again. "Ahhh, oooh," you moved slowly against him, as the pull inside your body began to tighten, quicker this time. He worked his experience next to your clit, your slight jerks against his fingers, telling him the path to please you. "Oh god, baby," your core pulsed, a blanket of heat poured over you, expanding from your pussy down through your toes and up to the top of your head. You held your bottom lip between your teeth as the pleasure seemed to explode from within. Each pulse from your clit sent waves of pleasure through your veins, and you exhaled slowly as your fingers floated with tingles. He pulled his fingers from your pussy and you turned your head back connecting to his lips. He pushed his fingers, dripping with cum, in between the connection at your tongues. "Mmmm," you moaned against each other, licking and sucking your orgasm off of his long fingers. You parted slightly, holding still just barely apart from each other with your eyes closed, smiles forming on each of your lips, "my tongue needs to spend some time with your sweet pussy, girlfriend." You chuckled, opening your eyes to see his smirk peeking from behind his sweet shyness, "whatever you want, boyfriend."
You stood up and held your hands out to him, he giggled as he joined his hands with yours and you let out exaggerated grunts as if you were straining to pull him up. "You are so damn adorable," he held his hands against your cheeks, kissing your lips before grabbing your hand and placing soft pecks against your forehead, "I love you." "I love you, too," you squeezed his hand while you wrapped your arm around his arm, leaning into him as you walked back to the house. "Oh, babe, look at these," you dug into the pocket of his coat on you, fetching your phone, proudly showing him the pictures you'd taken of him. He took your phone and smiled, his eyes seemed to sparkle with joy and pride, "babe, these are amazing. I'm so lucky that my girlfriend is such a talented photographer. My newly minted ig will be the beneficiary." You chuckled as he handed your phone back, "I mean…really, ARMY will benefit the most. I can see this picture on so many ARMY shelves. I mean it will definitely be on mine." "You're so sweet," he smiled, kissing your cheek, "oh, that's what I wanted to tell you. The guys loved the picture I sent. They were all singing your praises…very impressed with your skills and super jealous of my posts." You both laughed as you tucked your head against his chest, feeling slightly embarrassed, "thank you, boyfriend." "Awww, girlfriend, are you being shy," he grinned, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close to him.
"It's just crazy to think of my life now," you shook your head, honestly still in awe of the fact that Yoongi had just been fingering you, "I mean…did I tell you about what I thought about anytime my pictures have been selected for something?" You chuckled, definitely embarrassed, inwardly thinking, 'wait, what the fuck are you telling him for? You're such a nerd'. "Noooo," he laughed, "but you are definitely telling me now…especially if you're that embarrassed." You pretended to zip your mouth, before unzipping it to say, "nope, never gonna say…" and zipping it again. "Yes, you are," he tried to tickle you, but his coat allowed you to escape, running quickly into the bedroom, jumping under the covers. "You do know I can see you, under the covers," he giggled, as he got closer to the bed. You giggled ever so softly, holding your hand over your smiling mouth, as you tried to remain as still as possible. "Oh wait," he pretended to act surprised, "where did my girlfriend go?" You giggled, imagining the look on his face, Yoongi being silly was everything your heart needed to be permanently warmed. "What was that?" He sounded as if his head had turned all the way around, but you started to giggle less quietly when you felt his body on the bed. "I know I heard something that sounded exactly like my girlfriend," he moved exaggeratedly, lightly touching the spaces next to your body. You giggled and said, "no, you didn't."
He laughed and pulled the covers back, exposing your curled up body, your eyes closed tightly. He laughed even more, then straddled your legs, and teased, "wait a minute…who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?" You opened your eyes and pouted as you giggled, "it's me, Yoongi." "Oh my goodness," he laughed, flipping you onto your back, as he hovered over you, holding your wrists against the bed,"it is you, beautiful." You both laughed and he leaned down to kiss you, before reminding you, "I'm not letting you go, unless you tell me." You pulled against your wrists, "no, it's too embarrassing." He tightened his grip, "baby, I thought we were gonna be the kind of couple that told each other everything." You rolled your eyes, shaking your head, "that only applied to you telling me everything, babe." He laughed, releasing your wrists, and pulled you on top of him as he rolled to the side of you onto his back, "come on, baby. Ok, well wait, how about I tell you something embarrassing first?" You kissed his cheek and nodded, "you're the sweetest boyfriend in the world." He looked away, shyly, "ulterior motive…I need to know what you were going to tell me." You both laughed again and he started, "ok…but you have to promise me you'll tell me yours after." You nodded, agreeing, "I promise."
"Ok," he shook his head with his eyes closed, "oh my god…why did I say I would do this?" You giggled, kissing his face over and over, "because you love me." He opened his eyes and pulled you against his lips, "that is true." He kissed you then continued, "well, so…when I met your cousin, he started talking about you almost immediately. At first, I nodded politely, but then I was like goddamn…what is the deal with this dude and his cousin…" You fell back onto the bed and covered your face, embarrassed, "Yoongi…this was supposed to be embarrassing for you…not me." He laughed and leaned over you, kissing your cheek, "it is…you have to let me finish…" You nodded, politely and smushed your mouth closed. He kissed your smushy mouth, then went on, "anyway…so, I was like bro, relax. He keeps talking and he tells me that you are a photographer…like a really good photographer. He showed me one of your pictures and I don't know, it like…spoke to me. I asked him to tell me your name and he did. And…" he looked down, mortified, but continued, "I went to the bathroom and googled you." He held his hand against his face and fell back onto the bed and waited for you to laugh.
But, you didn't…for a moment, because you were so mind-blown, your head just ran with the thought, 'he…Min Yoongi…googled me? Before we met?' He opened his sexy fingers, over his eyes, wondering what you were thinking, "girlfriend…why aren't you laughing at me?" You covered your face, feeling embarrassed again, giggling as he sat up and caught the tear that had dropped from your eye. "What did I say, baby…I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you?" He pouted, his eyes filled with concern, watching your every movement…maybe even every thought. "Oh, no no…" you threw your hands around his neck, "no, baby…I'm just, well I'm just having a slight bit of an ARMY moment. And now, I'm so embarrassed." "What do you mean," his tiny chuckle met your face with adorable kisses. "Just…It's not like I'm not still totally ARMY, and the fact that you even know who I am, it's like still incredibly unbelievable to me. Like I'm in love with you, for real…I'm not in delululand, this is real life. Ok, ok, ok…I'm ok now…I'm good. Back to you…stalker…" you finally gave him the laugh he'd expected. He seemed to release a very deep and exaggerated sigh, grateful that it wasn't something he said, "well, damn it's about time." You both laughed and you fell into his mouth, your tongues committing each other to memory. "So, honestly, I just can't believe you googled me, because that's actually like super related to what I was gonna tell you…well, ok what I'm going to tell you. So," you took a deep breath and he chuckled at your nervousness. "Give me your hand, girlfriend, don't worry…you can trust me," he kissed your hand and squeezed it tight. "I love you," you scrunched your shoulders in giddiness. "And, I love you…now please tell me," he giggled as if the anticipation was killing him. "Oh gosh, now it's gonna be like so nothing…" you started to second guess yourself. "Oh my god, woman…tell me," he kissed your neck with lots of small pecks, "please, baby." You laughed and finally spit it out, "well, so anytime I would get commissioned for any kind of job…like mag covers, I'd always think, maybe they, meaning you all…will see this and Google who the photographer was. And like, you did…kinda."
"Awww, sweetheart, you're the fucking most amazing girlfriend and a fucking amazing photographer. I'm so happy…that came true and that you told me, because…that feels, not to steal your 'bias'' line, but serendipitous," he laughed when you tilted your head to the side and started to laugh, "I mean…it's Park Jimin, you know." "Oh no, you did not," he got on top of you again, holding your wrists against the bed again, "I'm going to remind you who your actual bias is…well, actually…" He released your wrists as he slid down your body, "my tongue is." "Holy fuck…Yes," you boasted, running your fingers through his hair, "but, just so you know…I haven't forgotten who my boyfriend is…and believe me, he is at the top of my bias list."
He pulled your shirt up and started to kiss your tummy, as he pulled down your panties, chuckling as he pulled you free from his coat and t-shirt, "are you wearing all my clothes, girlfriend? And you had my slippers on? So, wanna hear another embarrassing thing?" You chuckled and said, "ummm…the answer to that is always yes." "…I've actually imagined having a girlfriend and having her wear my clothes and jacket and shit, that's been my imagination butterfly fluttering moments…" "Oh my fucking, adorable man," you sat up slightly to see his shy face again, "you are so fucking…ugh, just everything. You're such a sweetheart. Fuck, I fucking love youuuuuu!" He moved back up to kiss your lips, then opened your legs and kissed your other lips, but before he went to work he gushed, "Fuck I fucking love you!"
"Hoseokie," he chuckled, as Hoseok answered the phone with a sun shining hearty greeting, "Yoongiyah!" "So, tell me about her, she's so gorgeous," Hoseok's voice was warm on the other side of the call. Yoongi loved that he could talk about you. He'd previously sent a message to the group chat with the guys, along with a picture of the two of you. Everyone was happy, sending messages of happiness, even Jungkook responded within 24 hours. "She's everything, Hoseokie," he closed his eyes, still finding your existence hard to believe, "she's beautiful, smart, funny, super talented…and so fucking sexy. I hit the fucking jackpot with her. She's amazing." "Awww, Yoongiyah, that's amazing. I'm so happy for you bro. So why do I sense a little melancholic tone underneath all the happiness?" Hoseok was nothing if not observant, especially when it came to Yoongi. All the members found it so incredible that Hoseok just always knew.
"I don't want to be without her," Yoongi admitted, having been thinking the same thing you'd been thinking. "Yeah, that's always the worst. I figured that's what was happening. Well, have you talked to her about how you are feeling? Maybe, she would be good with a long distance relationship? I mean that's all any of us can do," Hoseok empathized with Yoongi’s state of mind. "I love her too much to sentence her to a life of never knowing. I can't do that to her. She's too amazing a person to not be sharing that beautiful light she has. She just makes everyone around her feel so seen. Her cousin, Enzo, had one session of time in the studio with me and he talked about her most of the time," Yoongi sighed, "of course at the time I didn't know I'd be falling in love with her, but it's like in hindsight…everything he said was spot on. I don't want her to be lonely, but I also don't want to give her up. I'm fucking stuck." "Well, it's just gonna be a little harder, but if she's what you think she is and you know what she seems…I think you'll work it out. But don't hold it in, be honest with her now. The sooner you tell her how it has to be, the better you'll know what the future will hold," Hoseok was always the one to drop the best advice. "Yeah, but…" Yoongi started, but stopped, starting to feel shy. It didn't matter because Hoseok knew what he was going to say, "...you're scared?" Yoongi chuckled timidly, "yeah." "I mean, I get it…I would be too. I've been there, we all have. But, it will either work or it won't. Don't make more out of it than that," wise as wise could be, Hoseok's words were always of comfort. "Yeah, I know you're right. I also know she's amazing, so I feel like I'm scared for no reason, but…you never know," Yoongi admitted.
"True, but Yoongi, you are so intuitive. You protect yourself more than any of us, I think you know what you know…and you just have to believe that. Let go, take a leap of faith, have…HOPE," they both laughed at the easily inserted motto. "Well, I'm gonna get going. I'm not gonna let her sleep anymore," Yoongi said, a small smirk on his face, his smirk obvious in his tone. "Oh shit, get it Yoongiyah. Don't worry, have fun, be happy," Hoseok delivered the final positive boost and Yoongi hung up…taking a few more minutes of the sound, smell, and feel of the ocean around him. Little did he know, you were on your way to see him, having taken a few pictures of him as you watched him from afar.
"Good morning, boyfriend," you spoke softly, leaning over the side of the chair, kissing his smiling lips. "Awww, hello, girlfriend," he smiled, tapping on his lap for you to sit, "I was just talking about you." "Oh, you were? And what was my hot and sexy man saying," you had taken a seat on one of his thighs, your legs hung between his legs as you wrapped your arm around his neck, placing your other hand on his face, pulling his kiss to you. "I was just telling Hoseok how much I love you and how amazing you are," his sweetness flowed so easily from his mouth. "Awww, baby, I love you," you smiled, kissing him again, before leaning onto his shoulder. "Actually," he started, as he rubbed his hand on your bare thighs, "I was going to go wake you up with my mouth." You raised your eyebrows and smiled, "oooh?" "Yes, but I'm happy instead to welcome you to the view with my fingers," he pushed his hand between your legs, holding still as the heat from your pussy warmed his skin. You'd stepped out of the beach house wearing his slippers, after you'd slipped on one of his white t-shirts and his black coat. Your ass, still hanging out perfectly from the bottom of his favorite of your panties.
He pulled your face against his, enveloping your lips with his, as the fingers between your legs started to find their way under the fabric. He guided you back against his chest as you spread your legs over his, allowing him the best access to your pussy. You closed your eyes, moaning as he started to tease your pussy, his fingers already knowing what you liked. You reached your hand back behind you, gripping onto his hair, "oh my god, yoongi…fuck, that feels so good, baby…" "You feel so good," he whispered in your ear, "...so hot and wet. As soon as I…make you cum…I'm gonna take you inside…and make you cum again…with…my tongue." His fingers moved against your clit, long strokes, slow strokes…bringing your release closer and closer. He listened to your moans closely, both as an indication of how close you were and the most effective foreplay, as he hardened underneath your body. Your body started to grind against him, then lifted and fell, then, "oh fuck, oh yes, yes, baby…bae…beeeeeee. Oh shit…I'm cumming." Automation took over your body, writhing against him, as your mind floated in ecstasy. He waited patiently for you to relax against him, sucking gently on your neck and earlobe as the tension in your muscles released, "mmm, that felt good…how about another one?"
Your breathing caught when he started to move his fingers inside of you again. "Ahhh, oooh," you moved slowly against him, as the pull inside your body began to tighten, quicker this time. He worked his experience next to your clit, your slight jerks against his fingers, telling him the path to please you. "Oh god, baby," your core pulsed, a blanket of heat poured over you, expanding from your pussy down through your toes and up to the top of your head. You held your bottom lip between your teeth as the pleasure seemed to explode from within. Each pulse from your clit sent waves of pleasure through your veins, and you exhaled slowly as your fingers floated with tingles. He pulled his fingers from your pussy and you turned your head back connecting to his lips. He pushed his fingers, dripping with cum, in between the connection at your tongues. "Mmmm," you moaned against each other, licking and sucking your orgasm off of his long fingers. You parted slightly, holding still just barely apart from each other with your eyes closed, smiles forming on each of your lips, "my tongue needs to spend some time with your sweet pussy, girlfriend." You chuckled, opening your eyes to see his smirk peeking from behind his sweet shyness, "whatever you want, boyfriend."
You stood up and held your hands out to him, he giggled as he joined his hands with yours and you let out exaggerated grunts as if you were straining to pull him up. "You are so damn adorable," he held his hands against your cheeks, kissing your lips before grabbing your hand and placing soft pecks against your forehead, "I love you." "I love you, too," you squeezed his hand while you wrapped your arm around his arm, leaning into him as you walked back to the house. "Oh, babe, look at these," you dug into the pocket of his coat on you, fetching your phone, proudly showing him the pictures you'd taken of him. He took your phone and smiled, his eyes seemed to sparkle with joy and pride, "babe, these are amazing. I'm so lucky that my girlfriend is such a talented photographer. My newly minted ig will be the beneficiary." You chuckled as he handed your phone back, "I mean…really, ARMY will benefit the most. I can see this picture on so many ARMY shelves. I mean it will definitely be on mine." "You're so sweet," he smiled, kissing your cheek, "oh, that's what I wanted to tell you. The guys loved the picture I sent. They were all singing your praises…very impressed with your skills and super jealous of my posts." You both laughed as you tucked your head against his chest, feeling slightly embarrassed, "thank you, boyfriend." "Awww, girlfriend, are you being shy," he grinned, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close to him.
"It's just crazy to think of my life now," you shook your head, honestly still in awe of the fact that Yoongi had just been fingering you, "I mean…did I tell you about what I thought about anytime my pictures have been selected for something?" You chuckled, definitely embarrassed, inwardly thinking, 'wait, what the fuck are you telling him for? You're such a nerd'. "Noooo," he laughed, "but you are definitely telling me now…especially if you're that embarrassed." You pretended to zip your mouth, before unzipping it to say, "nope, never gonna say…" and zipping it again. "Yes, you are," he tried to tickle you, but his coat allowed you to escape, running quickly into the bedroom, jumping under the covers. "You do know I can see you, under the covers," he giggled, as he got closer to the bed. You giggled ever so softly, holding your hand over your smiling mouth, as you tried to remain as still as possible. "Oh wait," he pretended to act surprised, "where did my girlfriend go?" You giggled, imagining the look on his face, Yoongi being silly was everything your heart needed to be permanently warmed. "What was that?" He sounded as if his head had turned all the way around, but you started to giggle less quietly when you felt his body on the bed. "I know I heard something that sounded exactly like my girlfriend," he moved exaggeratedly, lightly touching the spaces next to your body. You giggled and said, "no, you didn't."
He laughed and pulled the covers back, exposing your curled up body, your eyes closed tightly. He laughed even more, then straddled your legs, and teased, "wait a minute…who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?" You opened your eyes and pouted as you giggled, "it's me, Yoongi." "Oh my goodness," he laughed, flipping you onto your back, as he hovered over you, holding your wrists against the bed,"it is you, beautiful." You both laughed and he leaned down to kiss you, before reminding you, "I'm not letting you go, unless you tell me." You pulled against your wrists, "no, it's too embarrassing." He tightened his grip, "baby, I thought we were gonna be the kind of couple that told each other everything." You rolled your eyes, shaking your head, "that only applied to you telling me everything, babe." He laughed, releasing your wrists, and pulled you on top of him as he rolled to the side of you onto his back, "come on, baby. Ok, well wait, how about I tell you something embarrassing first?" You kissed his cheek and nodded, "you're the sweetest boyfriend in the world." He looked away, shyly, "ulterior motive…I need to know what you were going to tell me." You both laughed again and he started, "ok…but you have to promise me you'll tell me yours after." You nodded, agreeing, "I promise."
"Ok," he shook his head with his eyes closed, "oh my god…why did I say I would do this?" You giggled, kissing his face over and over, "because you love me." He opened his eyes and pulled you against his lips, "that is true." He kissed you then continued, "well, so…when I met your cousin, he started talking about you almost immediately. At first, I nodded politely, but then I was like goddamn…what is the deal with this dude and his cousin…" You fell back onto the bed and covered your face, embarrassed, "Yoongi…this was supposed to be embarrassing for you…not me." He laughed and leaned over you, kissing your cheek, "it is…you have to let me finish…" You nodded, politely and smushed your mouth closed. He kissed your smushy mouth, then went on, "anyway…so, I was like bro, relax. He keeps talking and he tells me that you are a photographer…like a really good photographer. He showed me one of your pictures and I don't know, it like…spoke to me. I asked him to tell me your name and he did. And…" he looked down, mortified, but continued, "I went to the bathroom and googled you." He held his hand against his face and fell back onto the bed and waited for you to laugh.
But, you didn't…for a moment, because you were so mind-blown, your head just ran with the thought, 'he…Min Yoongi…googled me? Before we met?' He opened his sexy fingers, over his eyes, wondering what you were thinking, "girlfriend…why aren't you laughing at me?" You covered your face, feeling embarrassed again, giggling as he sat up and caught the tear that had dropped from your eye. "What did I say, baby…I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you?" He pouted, his eyes filled with concern, watching your every movement…maybe even every thought. "Oh, no no…" you threw your hands around his neck, "no, baby…I'm just, well I'm just having a slight bit of an ARMY moment. And now, I'm so embarrassed." "What do you mean," his tiny chuckle met your face with adorable kisses. "Just…It's not like I'm not still totally ARMY, and the fact that you even know who I am, it's like still incredibly unbelievable to me. Like I'm in love with you, for real…I'm not in delululand, this is real life. Ok, ok, ok…I'm ok now…I'm good. Back to you…stalker…" you finally gave him the laugh he'd expected. He seemed to release a very deep and exaggerated sigh, grateful that it wasn't something he said, "well, damn it's about time." You both laughed and you fell into his mouth, your tongues committing each other to memory. "So, honestly, I just can't believe you googled me, because that's actually like super related to what I was gonna tell you…well, ok what I'm going to tell you. So," you took a deep breath and he chuckled at your nervousness. "Give me your hand, girlfriend, don't worry…you can trust me," he kissed your hand and squeezed it tight. "I love you," you scrunched your shoulders in giddiness. "And, I love you…now please tell me," he giggled as if the anticipation was killing him. "Oh gosh, now it's gonna be like so nothing…" you started to second guess yourself. "Oh my god, woman…tell me," he kissed your neck with lots of small pecks, "please, baby." You laughed and finally spit it out, "well, so anytime I would get commissioned for any kind of job…like mag covers, I'd always think, maybe they, meaning you all…will see this and Google who the photographer was. And like, you did…kinda."
"Awww, sweetheart, you're the fucking most amazing girlfriend and a fucking amazing photographer. I'm so happy…that came true and that you told me, because…that feels, not to steal your 'bias'' line, but serendipitous," he laughed when you tilted your head to the side and started to laugh, "I mean…it's Park Jimin, you know." "Oh no, you did not," he got on top of you again, holding your wrists against the bed again, "I'm going to remind you who your actual bias is…well, actually…" He released your wrists as he slid down your body, "my tongue is." "Holy fuck…Yes," you boasted, running your fingers through his hair, "but, just so you know…I haven't forgotten who my boyfriend is…and believe me, he is at the top of my bias list."
He pulled your shirt up and started to kiss your tummy, as he pulled down your panties, chuckling as he pulled you free from his coat and t-shirt, "are you wearing all my clothes, girlfriend? And you had my slippers on? So, wanna hear another embarrassing thing?" You chuckled and said, "ummm…the answer to that is always yes." "…I've actually imagined having a girlfriend and having her wear my clothes and jacket and shit, that's been my imagination butterfly fluttering moments…" "Oh my fucking, adorable man," you sat up slightly to see his shy face again, "you are so fucking…ugh, just everything. You're such a sweetheart. Fuck, I fucking love youuuuuu!" He moved back up to kiss your lips, then opened your legs and kissed your other lips, but before he went to work he gushed, "Fuck I fucking love you!"