Three

~Yoongi's POV~

I wake up, reaching out for her warmth that's become so familiar to me now. All I feel is an empty bed so I call her name but no answer. I lazily stretch before reaching for my phone, finding an email from my manager with my itinerary for my flight home in two days. Two days left to be with Emma if she decides to stay. Not knowing if she is willing to move to Seoul with me is killing me but I know it can not be an easy decision to make. I think I might have asked too much of her, my stomach in knots with worry. Climbing out of bed, I drag my feet across the room towards the bathroom when I notice something on her vanity. A wooden jewelry box, her name carved on the lid. I walk over to the box and trace my finger along each delicately carved letter of her name. I smile at the thought that she kept it, even without knowing who sent it and can't help but wonder if part of her knew all along that it was me. I lift the lid and see the tiny heart pendant in the velvet lined heart shaped compartment. I smile knowing she picked that very compartment for the pendant I gave her. I just hope I get the chance to show her the real meaning behind this jewelry box.

I hear the front door quietly close and light footsteps approaching the bedroom. I close the jewelry box and stand there watching as she sneaks into the bedroom. Emma's looking down, watching her steps as if it makes her stealthier somehow. I smile in amusement as she reminds me of a rebel teenager sneaking in after curfew. She's casually dressed in ripped jeans and a Got7 hoodie, her strawberry hair wavy and loose around her face. She's so beautiful, my heart still skips a beat. She softly lays her shoes by the door and as she finally looks up, she freezes. I cross my arms, my brows turned down in mock sternness, "What are you doing?" Her mouth opens as if she's thinking of what to say. "Uuh, I just had to drop something off at the office before the weekend when my boss is hard to reach. Hungry? I am. Let's get breakfast." I look at her questioningly. Her words are casual but that little crease in her forehead tells me otherwise. She's nervous. "Breakfast? You do know it's after 3 in the afternoon, right?" She grabs my hand and pulls me to the bathroom, "So? You're obviously still on Seoul time and it's what, like 8am over there? Besides, do you really need a special time for pancakes?" How can someone possibly be so cute! I wrap my arms around her waist, missing her warmth, "Ok, ok. Let's get a new chain for your pendant today. I want to see you wearing it, again." She hugs me back, giggling to herself, "Only if the chain's 3 dollas. Now go shower. You stink."

I get out of the shower and wrap a towel around my waist. Brushing my teeth, I notice some stubble growing in and decide to shave. I leave the door open to air out the steam and lather my jaw with shaving cream. Halfway through shaving, the scent of strong coffee fills the room as I feel someone staring at me. Looking over in the mirror, I notice Emma leaning against the door frame, a steaming cup in her hands, sexily biting her lip. That pretty little mouth is so tempting. I can't help but wonder what is on her mind, "Do you want to help?" Startled, she looks up at me through the mirror's reflection, "No, I shouldn't. I don't want to cut you." I swirl the razor in the soapy water, rinsing it off. I gesture to her with the razor, "Come here. I'll show you." She sets the coffee cup down on a shelf and comes closer.

I sit down on the edge of the tub, making it easier for her to reach my face. She stands in front of me, between my legs as she nervously takes the razor. I hold my hand against the back of hers, guiding the razor up against my skin. Her tongue peeks out in concentration, afraid of nicking my skin. I can't stop watching her, entranced by her. Blood rushes through my ears, my heart beating faster with every gentle stroke across my skin. Her lavender scent, her smooth, soft skin, the different flecks of sapphire in her sparkling eyes. The light sprinkling of freckles across her cheeks, barely noticeable but beautiful. I grab her wrist, pulling it away from my face. Taking the razor from her hand, I set it down on the edge of the tub. She wordlessly stares at me, as if frozen. I place my hands on her hips, slowly gliding them across the bare skin peeking out from beneath her hoodie. I stare into her eyes, looking for a sign that she wants me to stop, but there isn't one.

My hands slide under her hoodie, going up around her back. She takes a step closer toward me, her arms reaching up. Hesitating, my hands pause. I can feel the delicate lace trimming of her bra beneath my fingertips. She slightly nods her head, as if telling me it's okay. Hands against her hot skin, I slide her shirt and hoodie up over her head, her hair cascading around her. Tossing it aside, I pull her closer. I can hear her breath hitch as I plant a kiss on her belly. I stand, sliding my hands down her sides and around her thighs, gripping them to lift her up. She latches her legs around my waist as I begin kissing her neck, carrying her into the bedroom. I kneel down on the bed, laying her down in front of me. I unbutton her jeans and she lifts her hips. I pull her jeans off and slip each sock off one at a time. She looks nervous as her cheeks turn pink and she covers her face. I pull her hands away so I can see her, "Hey, we don't have to do this now. We can wait." She looks at me for a few seconds and shakes her head, "I know we can, but I don't want to wait. I want you ." Emma slips her fingers beneath the knot of my towel, untucking it from my waist before pulling me down towards her.

~Your POV~

The weight of Yoongi's warm body against mine is comforting, safe. He trails kisses across my jawline, down my neck, over my collarbone, and down my cleavage. I arch my back, letting him unhook my favorite sky blue bra. He tosses it aside and lays on top of me, propping himself up on one elbow. He starts kissing my neck, lightly biting and licking everywhere his lips touch. My face feels flushed with heat, soft moans bubbling out from my throat with every mark his mouth leaves behind. My hips squirm beneath him, nails pressing harshly into his skin. His warm breath tickles my ear as he licks and nibbles my earlobe. Yoongi groans as I buck my hips against his thigh. The sound of his heady breathing and soft moans lights a fire within the pit of my belly. New sensations I have never felt before crawl beneath my skin like tiny threads of electricity.

Then, I feel it.

Yoongi's hand glides across my belly and over my pelvis until it's there . The palm of his hand pressed against my underwear, gently massaging against my clit. My nails drag across the skin on his shoulders and down his biceps, leaving thin trails of blood blossoming beneath his fair skin. Groaning, his mouth clamps down on my breast, teeth grazing my nipple. My breast unlatches from his mouth with a soft, wet pop as Yoongi leans back on his knees between my legs. His eyes are smokey, hooded with hunger, "Lay on the pillows." My breath catches in my throat hearing the sudden change in Yoongi's voice, now deeper, raspy, and commanding. Goosebumps crawl over my skin as the sound of his gruff voice washes over me, turning me on. It feels as if something deep within me has awoken and all I want is to defy him, just to hear it, again, "Make me." Yoongi's head tilts, his left eyebrow raised, "'Make you'? Oh, baby, I don't think you're ready for that yet." Rolling my eyes, I cross my arms beneath my head, close my eyes and feign a yawn, "No wonder I'm so bored."

All of sudden, I feel a shift in weight on the bed, two large hands grasping my ankles and my entire body being dragged to the edge of the bed. Shocked, my eyes fly open, finding Yoongi standing with my legs held around his hips, "Bored, huh?" I let out a giggle as Yoongi wraps his arms around my hips, lifting me off the bed and against his chest. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I brush my nose against his, his breath tickling my lips, "If I say 'yes', what will you do to me?" His lips softly press against mine before slowly parting, teeth biting down on my lower lip. I instantly wince,my lip burning as he pulls my lip with his teeth until it finally snaps out of his grasp, throbbing in pain as my blood rushes to my lip. Yoongi flicks his tongue over my swelling lower lip, "You really do love being a brat, don't you? Can't really say I'm surprised." Through the pain of my throbbing lips and burning thighs still wrapped around his waist, the desire I feel is even stronger. My core throbs, wanting him, needing him in any way I can possibly get. As long as I get it now . I can feel the thin fabric of my underwear sticking to my sensitive skin as I feel myself getting even wetter. Still, I can't deny my playful instinct to push each and every one of Yoongi's buttons I can find, "Me? A brat ? Never. Although, I can't really say the same for a jerk like you." The tiniest glint of humor flashes in Yoongi's eyes, his right arm squeezing tighter around my waist as his left hand slides up between our bodies until his hand is wrapped around my throat, gently tilting my face away. His mouth skims against my ear, sending chills down my spine, "Ah, then you're in for a very long night, babygirl." Without warning, he throws me onto the bed, leaving me gasping from the thrill. In a rough, deep voice filled with lust, deadly eyes burning right into mine, he growls, "Turn over. NOW ."

**

I wake up a couple of hours later to the sound of the bath running. I stretch my arms out and wince at the slight aching throughout my body. My shoulders, back, abdomen and hips ache as if I have spent all morning in the gym. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and wince again. My legs feel weak, my thighs vibrating as they begin to shake. I sit on the bed, waiting for the quivering to stop. I always had thoughts of what sex would be like but never expected this . A huge smile spreads across my face as memories of Yoongi flash across my mind. His hot skin pressed against mine. The sting of his teeth biting down on my lips. The biting sting across my bare ass from Yoongi's hand every time I needed to be "punished". I remind myself to be disobedient more often. Feeling achy and sore in a way I have never felt before puts a smile on my face, a reminder of my first time with Yoongi. This is a whole new level of happiness.

"You're awake." I look up to find Yoongi in the bathroom doorway looking at me. I expected him to be all smiles, too but he looks serious, distant. He steps closer to me, his eyes scanning my body with each step, "I ran you a hot bath. I know you're probably feeling really sore right now. Come on." He gingerly grabs my hand and helps me up. I feel my legs shaking as I take a few steps before they calm down. I see him look down at my shaking legs before looking back up without saying a word. Walking into the bathroom, I catch my reflection in the oversized mirror. Deep purple bruises are scattered across my neck and over my shoulder, spreading to various spots on my body. It oddly reminds me of a purple clematis vine,, beautiful and delicate. A crescent-shaped bite mark on my hip sits above a rosy blush in the blurred shape of a hand prints on my left ass cheek.

I catch Yoongi's reflection in the mirror, his eyes focused on the backside before turning away, his expression somber, "Come on. I'll help you." He helps me into the bathtub and I can't help but to wince as the warm water touches my sensitive skin until I am finally submerged to my shoulders. Yoongi starts pouring water over my hair and body, soothing my muscles. He lathers my hair and scalp in shampoo and conditioner before he grabs the body wash and starts working on my body, gently massaging my muscles as he lathers me with soap.

Yoongi works in silence and I can feel the tension emanating from him as he carefully avoids touching each purple mark. I find the gesture sweet and romantic but the mood is far from it. As if reading my mind, he finally speaks, his voice quivering with restraint, anger delicately bubbling beneath, "Why didn't you tell me it was your first time?" My heart stops. I never told him. I open my mouth, my mind racing for anything to say but nothing comes out. He throws the soapy sponge down into the water, startling me, "I saw the blood, Em. The way you winced in pain in your sleep. Did you not think I deserved to know something like this? That I was taking your fucking virginity?!" I don't know what to say. I never saw my virginity as a big deal. I never expected him to react like this. Yoongi stands up, running his hands through his hair, "It's my fault. I'm an idiot. I should've known by how nervous you seemed, at first. The way you tensed up and cried out. I should've fucking known ." I feel guilty about how upset he is, blaming himself, "Why are you acting like this? I didn't tell you because I didn't think you needed to. My virginity is my business. I never saw it as some kind of precious thing to protect. I am capable of making my own decisions, you know." I reach for his hand but he pulls his hand out of my grasp, walking across the room to lean against the sink counter.

I watch him with a sinking feeling, my euphoric mood long gone, as he slips away from and into his own dark mind, "This isn't your fault..Yoongs, I'm not some delicate princess made of glass that needs saving or for her virtue protected, for fucks sake. I was just a woman that never had sex before. So what ?" He looks at me like I'm crazy, "'So what'?! 'SO WHAT'?! Yes, it was your virginity and your body but it was ME that put you through pain! You don't see that as being my business, too?! I fucking hit you, Em! All those bruises are because of me and you don't see that as being my business? God, had I known, I never would've gone that far. Not yet. I would've been more careful. It should've been special."

I get out of the tub and walk over to Yoongi, taking his face in my hands, "I'm sorry, I didn't know it would mean this much to you. I waited until I was ready and it was with someone special. You . Yoongs, please, stop this. There's nothing to blame yourself for. I wanted to have sex with you. I wanted it. When I woke up, all I could think about was how happy I felt with you. I don't regret a thing so please don't regret it either. Stop beating yourself up." He avoids looking at me, his eyes towards the floor. I move his face towards mine until he finally meets my eyes, "Stop. Stop blaming yourself like you're some kind of monster. I'm the one that didn't tell you. I wanted it. I wanted you. I always want you." His shoulders slightly begin to relax as he looks me in the eyes. It is as if he is searching for a sign that what I am saying is true.

Yoongi suddenly notices the drops of water running down my body from my wet hair so he reaches over for a towel and begins gently drying my hair. I begin to relax, my eyes following every contour of his face. The way his soft cheeks curve down his to his jaw, his deep brown eyes moving as he meticulously runs the towel through my hair, the subtlest shine on the pinkish tip of his perfectly round button nose the way, down to the way his blossom pink lips naturally curve down into the cutest pout.

Yoongi wraps the towel around my shoulders and pauses, staring at me, "D-don't look at me like that." I reach a hand towards his black hair, gently playing with his hair between my fingertips, "If you could see yourself the way I do, you couldn't help it anymore than I can." A deep blush creeps across his cheeks, "Em. . ." I move in closer, placing my fingers on his hips. I can hear him catch his breath. He places his hands on either side of my face, bringing me closer until his lips meet mine, soft and sweet. I quickly get lost in his touch, taste and scent as I feel him lift me in his arms, carrying me to the bed. He lays me down gently, laying on top of me but holding himself up with his arms. He breaks the kiss and looks down at me, whispering "I want to do this right. How it should have been."

My heart is pounding against his, filled with lust and emotion. I never knew I needed a moment like this until now. He reaches over me, grabbing the blanket and throwing it over the both of us, leaving me surrounded by his warmth. It's like we are in our own little world and nothing else exists but us, together. He softly kisses my lips, then my jaw, down my neck. He leaves a warm trail of kisses down my cleavage, belly, and across my hips. He makes a point to plant sweet little kisses over each and every bruise, his lips moving lower and lower over my waist.

My skin turns flushed and hot, fingers knitting into my pillow as my breathing gets faster and my heart races, Yoongi's breath hovering just above my core. I shiver as I feel his warm tongue slowly glide up along my slit. I look down at him but he's already watching me, a deeply seductive look in his eyes as he holds my gaze, "Yoongi, please. . ." His tongue moves in a pattern. Wide, soft licks then quick pointed flicks, over and over. He's driving me crazy with just his mouth and I can't get enough of him. I run my fingers through Yoongi's hair, firmly gripping it as my legs start to shake. My back arches as my hips start to move to his rhythm. I can feel a tingling warmth in the pit of my belly as I start to lose control of my body, hips rocking against Yoongi's mouth. I gasp as I feel two long, slender fingers enter inside of me, his mouth enclosing my clit, gently licking and sucking it. A low hum sends vibrations against my mound, making me moan, "Don't you dare fucking stop.." Yoongi's arm wraps around my thigh and over my hips, holding me down as my body buckles uncontrollably. The tension is my belly builds like a rubber band, stretching as far as possible, begging to be broken. His fingers slide in and out, faster and faster, causing a deliciously wet sound to fill the room, "You look so beautiful like this. Panting and needy, all for me. Cum for me, baby." His words throw me over the edge, that needy rubber band finally snapping so gloriously. My fingers grip into my pillow as I cry out, spasms of electricity running throughout my body, clenching around his fingers. My mind fills with everything and nothing, at the same time..unable to focus on a single thought except Yoongi and how good I fucking feel right now. A chaotic, euphoric mess.

Lightheaded but coming down from my high, I can feel my own juices dripping onto the sheets. Trying to catch my breath, I look up to find Yoongi looking at me, a cocky grin across his face, his perfectly swollen pink lips wet and glistening. As my breathing slows down, I suddenly feel self-conscious and plop back on my pillow, covering my face with my hands but I can't stop smiling; the words "tongue technology" running through my mind over and over. I feel Yoongi's body slide up against mine. He gently pulls my hands away from my face, "Don't hide that beautiful face. I love seeing you like this. Pink cheeks, messy hair. Only look this way for me. I never want another man to see you like this. Just me." I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him toward me. His soft lips press against my mouth, his warm tongue moving in unison with mine. I can taste myself on him but it only makes the moment hotter somehow.

I feel Yoongi's right hand glide down the side of my body, caressing every curve. His hand softly wraps around my thigh. He lifts it, wrapping my leg over his hip. My heart races in anticipation. I can feel myself getting wetter with thoughts of what's to come. Yoongi breaks the kiss and looks into my eyes, as if asking for reassurance. I nod, licking my lower lip before biting it. Still watching me, I can feel myself stretching around him. I'm still sore from our morning together but I don't care. I welcome this kind of pain. A low hiss escapes between his teeth. His heart is pounding against my chest. His smoldering dark eyes staring right into mine. He's so seductive right now, I forget to breathe. He looks down at my mouth, watching me bite my own lip. He grabs my chin, freeing my lip with his thumb and swiftly leans down to kiss me, sucking on my bottom lip. It's such a turn on.

Yoongi's body moves against mine, slowly thrusting into me and I can't get enough. I impatiently move my hips against him, begging for more. Just the feel of him gliding against my soft inner walls are enough to make me wet. Drops of sweat and cum soaking the sheets. I dig my nails into his back letting out a soft moan. His body slightly shivers beneath my fingers with every sound I make. I look up at Yoongi. Beads of sweat running down his face, panting, his heart pounding against mine. I've never felt this good or happy in my entire life. Waves of pleasure hit me over and over with each thrust and groan Yoongi makes. My nails dig into his back again, "More..I want more ." He puts his head down unto my shoulder and bracing himself against the headboard with his hand before he roughly rams into me. I cry out in shock and pain, but above all, pleasure. I breathlessly whisper, "Again..I want all of you.." I hear him deeply growl at my words, his voice smothered by my shoulder. He grabs my thigh against his hip, squeezing it as he holds me in place. Propping himself up with his arm, he briefly looks down at me, his dark gaze making my breath hitch. I place my hand on his cheek as he leans down, deeply kissing me. Tongue against tongue, breathing in each other's scent, I whisper against his lips, "Fuck me like you should have three years ago.." Yoongi roughly rams into me again. The tip of his dick hitting my belly over and over again, harder..faster. His warm body grinding against my clit. I moan into his mouth as I grab onto his hips, holding on to him for support and urging him on. He bites down on my lip. Beads of sweat falling down across our bodies. I can feel that now familiar sensation building in the pit of my belly. I gladly welcome it as I feel Yoongi's hot breath on my neck, making me shiver. Breathless and panting, "Yoongi..Fuck, I'm-" Yoongi plants a kiss just under my jaw as he lifts his head to look at me, a bead of sweat on the tip of his nose, "Cum for me. I want to feel cum all over me." I unravel at his dirty words, throwing my head back as waves crash throughout my body. Nails against his back, thighs shaking. I cry out Yoongi's name once again, my head clouded with all thoughts of him, my body on a natural high.

Yoongi breathlessly whispers against my ear, "Fuck, you're so wet for me." Mercilessly pounding into me as I orgasm, chasing his own release. He places a hand on my cheek, his thumb reaching between my lips. Looking into his eyes, I wrap my lips around his thumb and firmly suck on it. His mouth slightly opens as he watches, his tongue peeking out against his teeth. I begin to feel even more turned on by his reaction. Knowing he's getting close, I slide my hand down his back and around his hip. He looks down between us to find my fingers already working my clit, his thumb still in my mouth. Wet sounds of sex, heavy breaths and moans fill the room.

"Turn over," he growls. He pulls out of me and I do as he says, getting on all fours. He slowly runs a hand up my spine and around my neck before gently taking my jaw in his hand and turning my face to look at him. Standing upright on his knees, his body glistening with sweat over every curve of his lean muscles, locks of damp hair sticking to his forehead, the tip of his tongue peeking out of the corner of his mouth..all for me. Only me. He rubs himself against my slit, teasing me. I push back against him, anxiously wanting him inside me. He gives a breathy chuckle, "So impatient. How bad do you want me?" He painstakingly slowly pushes his thick tip inside, a moan escaping from my lips before he quickly pulls out again. "No!" I protest in frustration, pouting my lips for him. He teases again, rubbing against my clit before slowly pushing himself inside again. I can feel my juices dripping down my thighs, impatiently calling for him. He's purposely going in slow, driving me insane. Like a spoiled brat wanting her candy, I push my hips back, "Just fuck me already!" Yoongi laughs before licking his lips, "Good girl." With one hand braced against my hip, he wraps my hair around his wrist, getting a firm grip of my hair. He squeezes my hip as rams himself into me, fast and hard, pulling my head back by my hair at the same time. I cry out, unable to control myself. Pleasure and pain showing he's in control. Over and over, he pounds into me, my eyes watering as I uncontrollably cry out, fingers rubbing furiously around my clit. I continue to push back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. His pelvis slapping against mine, my thighs wet and dripping. My inner walls clench around him even tighter, making him moan. I turn my head around just enough to watch him, his eyes clenched shut, his mouth forming a perfect "O". My legs begin to shake, my belly quivering as another orgasm builds. His breathing is faster, his thrusts becoming erratic and shaky. I can tell he's getting close, "Yoongi, look at me. I want you to look at me while you cum." Yoongi opens his eyes without hesitation, looking straight into mine.

I don't know what has gotten into me but his face showing how much he wants me gives me courage to talk dirty to him, "Do you know how good it feels when you fuck me? I'm so wet for you right now. Can you feel it? No one's ever treated my pussy better than you have." He licks his lips, "I love that dirty little mouth of yours." A sly smirk plays across my lips. I'm so close, his fingers now wrapped around my own, working my soaked clit as he continues to take me from behind. I watch him, sweaty and flushed, shaking as he tries to keep control. He looks back at me, a desperate look on his face as if begging for a release. I playfully lick my lips, "Cum with me.. now. " A few seconds later, my body gives in to him, shaking uncontrollably as more waves of heat crash through me, again and again. His fingers relentlessly rubbing over my sensitive clit faster and faster, my hips buckling with his touch. I cry out, stuffing my face into my pillow to smother my yells. I feel Yoongi's hand grip my hip as his other hand grips my hair, pulling my head back. He moans loudly, my name slipping from his lips as I feel warm ribbons of his cum filling me. I tighten my walls around him, making him breathlessly hiss, " Fuck -"

Yoongi collapses on the bed, pulling me into his arms. His chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath, sweat dripping down his face. His body glistening in the light. I feel exhausted, happy, happy, and perfectly satiated. I can't stop marveling at his beauty. How did I get to be this lucky? Averagely plain me? Yoongi eyes flutter open, peeking at me, "What's the matter? Why are you looking at me like that?" I blush, having been caught staring at him, "I guess I just still can't believe you're really here with me. It feels like a dream I can't bear to wake up from." He turns toward me, swiping a lock of hair behind my ear, "Then let's dream together." Placing a hand around the nape of my neck, he moves closer, his body against mine, planting a soft and sweet kiss on my lips. His forehead against mine, eyes still closed, he softly whispers against my mouth, "My sweet girl… I'm so in love with you."

~Yoongi's POV~

It's after one in the morning and I'm still wide awake, my mind filled with all that's happened today. I can't stop watching her sleep. The peaceful look on her face, the soft sound of her even breathes, the rhythmic rise and falls of her chest. Her hair is spread across our pillows, a streak of moonlight across her face. She's beautiful. She drives me crazy but I can't get enough. She's so incredibly sexy. It's like she became another person, surprising me. I need more of her. It wasn't my first time, yet I feel like it was. Today will be a day I'll always cherish. All because of her. The first person I've ever loved.

I didn't mean to tell her I love her so soon. By the shocked look on her face, it was obvious I took her by surprise. She hasn't even given me an answer about Seoul but I'm telling her I love her? I just don't want to pressure her; I can't. What if she decides not to go? It's too much to ask of her. What if I scared her off by telling her I love her? I should take it back.. Shit ! But if I take it back, she'll think I don't love her at all. I'm so stupid ! Why did I have to get caught up in the moment and open my mouth? I can't help but look over at the vanity desk for the nth time. I just can't stop thinking of that jewelry box. It took me weeks to make between my schedule. I can't believe she kept it, without her even knowing I sent it. Could she have somehow known it was from me? I just hope I get the chance to show her the true meaning behind it.

~Your POV~

I wake up to the sound of my alarm. 6 am. "Babe..turn it off. . ." I shut off my alarm and turn towards that deep voice I love so much. I snuggle into Yoongi's back, wrapping my arm around his waist. His large, warm hand grabs mine, pulling it up to his mouth. Planting a soft, sleepy kiss on the palm of my hand, he lays our hands, fingers intertwined, against his chest. I press my face into his back, breathing him in. I'm dreading getting out of bed. I just want to lay in bed with Yoongi all day but I know I can't. There is a long day ahead of me with so much to do and no time to waste. Yoongi's flight is scheduled for tomorrow morning and I am entirely terrified.

Planting a kiss on his back, I turn away to climb out of bed. I feel Yoongi's hand wrap around my wrist and pull me down, landing against his belly, "Where do you think you're going?" He pokes my sides, making me squeal, "Some of us do have to work for a living, you know." His mouth pops open in mock offense. I laugh as I kiss his nose, straddling myself across his hips. "I have to go out for a few hours but I'll be home early. Probably around 2 pm or so. Since tonight's your last night here.. would you have dinner with my parents?" His eyes widen, "Your parents? Are you sure?" I giggle at his reaction, finding it adorable, "Of course I am. I think it's time the most important people in my life finally meet." His hands cradle my face as he pulls me down to him, kissing me softly. Instinctively, my heart starts to race at his touch and I deepen the kiss. He sighs as he kisses me back, his hands moving down and gripping my hips. I can feel him start to harden between my legs. I still find it crazy how easily he makes me want him. I can't help myself as I start to rock my hips back and forth against him. A moan escapes his throat. I'm getting foggy headed with lust as I suddenly remember how important today is. Breaking the kiss, I jump off of him before I can back out. I can hear him whimper softly as I climb off the bed, making me chuckle, "Later. . .we'll finish this later. You don't know what you do to me, Min Yoongi."

After my shower, I throw on some jeans, a vintage concert tee of The Beatles, a black blazer and boots. I tie my hair up in a ponytail with a black ribbon and head out to the kitchen. The smell of bacon and coffee fill the apartment as I reach the living room. I find Yoongi in the kitchen, pushing the freshly cooked bacon onto an egg sandwich, a steaming cup of coffee and a travel mug by the plate. I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist, "It smells so good in here." He turns around, my arms still wrapped around him. "Do you really have to look this good without me? You even wore your ass-hugging jeans." He slides his hands around my hips, firmly squeezing my ass. I kiss his nose, smiling, "Only so you don't forget what's coming home to you." Laughing, he reaches for a piece of bacon, "You need to eat something before you go. I know how you tend to forget to eat when you're busy. Here. . ." He pops the piece of bacon into my mouth, licking the remnants off his fingers. He wraps the sandwich in a paper towel and hands it to me with the travel mug. I stand there, staring at him, completely lost. Not only is he handsome and talented but genuinely thoughtful. Standing in my kitchen, barefoot in grey sweatpants, messy bed head splayed across his forehead, barefaced and beautiful, I can't help but realize just how in love with this man I really am. Yoongi takes a sip from his coffee and raises his brows, "What's the matter? Are you okay?" He places a hand on my forehead, as if checking for a fever. Just wanting to be closer to him, I press myself against his body and wrap my arms around his waist. "I like you, Yoongi. . . I really do." I feel his arms wrap around me, his head resting on top of mine, "I love you, jagiya . Hurry back to me." He plants a kiss on my forehead and lets me go. Ready to get the morning over with, I walk out into the sunlight, but before I close the door, I look back to my future, still standing against the counter, a gummy smile spread across his face.

It's just after one in the afternoon when I finally get to head back home. I look over at the small box in the passenger seat. My few belongings, marking the past year I've spent at work. Just a couple of supplies, a framed picture of my parents and I on graduation day, and a small BTS poster. Not a single sign of having friends or even being close with co-workers; people I have seen almost every day for a year. Even Ky grew distant after meeting his boyfriend last April. A few lukewarm goodbyes and insincere "let's keep in touch" are what I have left. Tomorrow marks a new chapter for me. A new beginning. Tomorrow is the day I start over in Seoul with the love of my life. All that is left is one final detail..

Telling my parents.