[] You Looked One More Time At Your Phone Just To See If You Had Missed Amy Other Important Message But

[♡] You looked one more time at your phone just to see if you had missed amy other important message but found absolutely nothing. jungkook had called you last minute and told you to get up from bed and wait for him at your doorstep because he was on his way. that was almost an hour ago. the slightly cold breeze was starting to annoy you since you weren't properly dressed for the night and you were pretty sure your doorman was starting to think you were crazy because you hadn't moved one inch ever since you got down from your apartment.

just as you started to doze off the loud and annoying noise of a motorbike's engine woke you up. next thing you know, jungkook is setting one feet on the ground and taking a helmet of his head, the angle providing you a great view of his neck veins and his soft silky black hair.

"seriously?" you asked. completely unamused. he spent the last few months talking about getting a bike, but you were almost sure he wasn't going to..

"hey baby!" he exclaims happily in a cheery tone. "like my new toy?" just as he finished his question he changed his teasing smile to one of his many dorky expressions. how could you not love him?

"i am not getting on that, i'm telling you right now."

[♡] you had been patient. you had waited and waited. one month away from him with hundred of miles in between? sure, you can wait. little to no communication from how heavy his schedules were? pfft, no worries, you understand. but just when you thought you could finally have him all to yourself, the sudden addition of those 10 days of quarantine made you turn into a crazy woman. you had been through the whole month waiting without a single complain, but your patience has its own limits. you were just this close to start pulling your hair from how desperate you felt, and that's why the minute he comes through that door, you're wearing almost nothing and you want nothing but him.

your plans almost come to a halt when you watch him as he gets his luggage in. he's tired. you can see it in the way his back is hunched as he closes the door and his fringe covers his eyes but not the bags underneath them. but you decide to be selfish for once and still walk to the entryway and hug him as tight as you can, your lips searching for his but falling right onto his jaw when he stumbles from your sudden appearance.

"baby, not now. I'm so tired" you know he is; his tired voice begs you to stop, and his eyes barely look at your way. he knows you so well though; he knows what you want and what your actions mean. but you don't take it personal; if it was under another circumstance, you're confident that seokjin would have jumped your bones, just like you wanted.

"seokjin-ah" it had been years since the last time he even tried to reject your advances. you knew he was tired, rightfully so, but you'd waited for him too. tonight, your rational mind is clouded by neediness and longing for him. that's why you'd prepared everything; from the new sweet perfume you had splurged in, to the lingerie you'd retreated from one of the forgotten boxes from the back of the closet, nevermind the light curls in your hair and the light lipstick on your lips. everything was planned to a tee.

"don't go to sleep yet." he looks at you while unbuttoning his shirt and you cannot help but whine at him. "I'm so tired, baby. You're not understanding me" and as he sits down on the bed to take his socks off, you take the opportunity to crawl behind him and your hands wander off to his wide shoulders like a reflex, massaging his soft skin in the way you know he likes the most. "but I got all pretty for you.. I love you, I missed you" he sighs when your lips start to gift light pecks to his neck, your hands busy going through his fluffy hair.

"don't I look pretty? you haven't looked at me once ever since you got here." the grumble incoming from his chest makes your body turn up its engines. you're so close to make him give in.

"you're always the prettiest." his eyes look at you through the mirror standing right on the side of the bed. "I missed you" you purr at him, your hands finally being able to freely explore his soft torso. you appreciate the warmth of his skin and you moan when he turns around to finally look at your eyes. the light turquoise bustier is finally being appreciated by his own eyes and his hands dare to wander off until they make you melt right onto him. he's right where you want him to be.

"you're a brat, you know that?" he holds your chin with one of his hands and you look at his eyes, the heat in between your legs making it impossible for you to stay still. "welcome home, baby" you giggle and give him the brightest most happiest smile when he flips you over just so that you're right under him. he doesn't say a single word as his left arm extends to turn the lights off. you're so excited.

[♡] if the rare occasions that both of your schedules lined up felt like incredible, both of your vacations lining up felt like heaven itself. you were just coming back from a one-week trip you'd spent all alone, and you still had one more week left till you had to go back to work. this time around yoongi was incredibly clingy to you, which was rare. from how he insisted on picking you at the airport and then treating you to dinner, to the mind-blowing treat he was in bed and now waking up tangled in his arms, you have never felt better. that was until you remembered half of his schedules, realising now that he was probably putting off work just to be with you. and you wouldn’t allow it.

that’s why he whines when you lift the covers up, the light breeze coming from the window you opened a few minutes ago making him instantly shiver. "yah! you have to go to work." you try to pull one of his hands to get him up but fail miserably at doing so when he doesn’t even move one inch from the bed, and you hit his arm playfully when he looks at you with a smirk on his stupid cute face.

this is what you reap for spending too much time together on the weekend and now he doesn't want to go to work. "I can take a few more days off! They owe me from those weeks back in two thousand something.." you whine this time when he brings you closer to him when he pulls extra hard. "You can come back once you finish two songs." "I don't even have one prepared!" he whines back at you, the shiver in your body provoked by a combination of his warm breath hitting the side of your neck and his raspy deep voice.

"Yes you do! You have a shit ton of requests. Sort that out and then you can come back" you push his chest and he whines with a chuckle from the pain.

" ... You promise?"

"I promise. Finish at least two songs and write a couple more and then you can come back here" he seems to take your words seriously, and it takes him two minutes to get up and put on some clothes.

He comes back four hours later, eager to come back to you and be with you, a pendrive on his hand with a winning smirk on his face. You end up cooking dinner while hearing his latest projects, happy and loving kisses being shared all throughout the evening.

[♡] "baby, come on! i'm winning!" he says, his laugh laced with pure happiness. you roll your eyes at him, fixing your work clothes in the mirror one last time, hurriedly spraying perfume on your neck, ready to go out.

the both of you had decided to have an spontaneous karaoke session in the middle of the day, and you had been having so much fun while having an almost brunch-like meal, but now, he was staying while you had to go to work, and it was hard, because he was so pretty today, his hair ruffled just the way you liked and he was in such a good mood, everything was perfect. but you couldn't stay with him, not even a chance. your brain had worked ten times harder than your heart to convince you of that.

"i love you so much, give me a kiss" you interrupt his extra note changes and grab his both cheeks with one hand, his lips puckering up, ready to reciprocate your kiss. "mwah!" he exaggeratedly exclaims and smiles once he hears your chuckles. "have a great day, baby" his bunny smile is the last thing you see from your living room once you close your apartment door.

fuck.

[♡] "how can i help you?" his deep voice right by your ear makes the hair behind your neck stand tall and proud, and a shiver runs down your body when he runs his long fingers through your skin, finally positioning themselves at your shoulders, lightly massaging them.

you can feel his chin really close to you and you notice the way he whispers the words in front of him while reading, your biochemistry book intimidating him inmediately. you laugh when you notice he gets up in an instant. "i'm sorry baby, but that's hard.." he sounds kind of sad and you give him a tiny smile, looking up to find him giving you one of those pouts you love so much. "i know.." you mutter, and you slightly caress the hands on your shoulder. "thank you though" he gives you a quick hug with all of his will and you laugh at the sudden jolt of movements, your face full of his dark curls. "tae!" you chuckle once again when he gives you the fattest smooch on your cheek, a tiny peck on your lips joining afterwards.

"i'm lending you all of my strength to get through it, i love you so much"

[♡] He feels like a fool once he realizes how distant the both of you'd gotten towards each other, your heavy schedules and demanding jobs drawing what felt like an immense and incredibly uncomfortable space between the both of you. It takes something as mundane as a meeting with his best friends to realize the both of you are not spending enough time together. There's this bitter taste that jealousy leaves on his mouth from feeling alone while being surrounded by his friends' girlfriends that he fails at getting rid of.

A celebration for his latest achievement was going on right outside on the terrace of your shared apartment yet he was hiding on the kitchen looking at your chat together and reminiscing about the last few days, realising that yes, maybe the both of you hadn't really been prioritizing your relationship, distractions bringing consequences that even if it sounds cheesy, he knows his heart can't take.

You're just working, he tries to remind himself and ground his thoughts, stopping his anxiety from running even further.

But his friends are not helping either, constantly asking about your whereabouts and how much longer until you come back; already used to seeing you by his side at all times and enjoying your company the most. It's not that the both of you were one of those cheesy couples that were on top of each other every second of the day, but after a couple months of dating and trusting each other to fully immerse into each other lives', there was indeed a turning point in which you and yoongi turned into a get 2 in 1 situation.

He understands. He understands the kind of pressure you're under these days, and that's why today he let himself be woken up to your delicate kisses and your magical hands even though he now realizes that trying to find refuge in something as unimportant as sex was like putting a bandaid on a bullet wound. His thoughts make him realise that it's been so long since the last time he properly looked at you, or the fact that he's unable to figure out if you've grown an inch or two, or maybe if any gray hair has made a comeback after you pulled a few just the other night. All these epiphanies open his eyes completely to the reality that is missing you.

That's why his body acts faster than his own thoughts and not long after he finds himself picking up the keys to his car and his wallet from the table.

He knows that distance can destroy relationships in the most devastating of ways, but tonight he realises that there is more than enough time to talk about it and avoid something as tragic as losing you, to talk before the arguments and endless fights even dare to knock on his door. He's there in less than 20 minutes, and he's too busy to try to be nice with the receptionist, instead choosing to go up the elevator and call you in the meantime, trying to reach you. He would take the time to apologize profusely for his rude actions later.

"Darling, how is everything going?" your tired voice reaches his ear and he gets more impatient. He needs to see you. "I'm just finishing up. I know I shouldn't have taken so long, and I'm sorry. should I pick something sweet on the way?"

Do you even have any idea of what time it is? There's no use. Everything was already closing down, which means everyone was already at home seeking a well-deserved rest. Except for you.

"I'm here to pick you up." he says nothing more and nothing less. "What? But- the dinner? What happened?" you're startled and he hears a ruffle of paper sheets through the line.

The only light on the floor comes from your cubicle and his heart clenches uncontrollably at the thought of you being left alone tonight. "I really need to spend time with you." His voice makes you turn around and you have a worried expression on your face. but he shakes his head, hanging up his phone and quickly putting it back into his pocket. "I don't care if it's here. We need to be together."

"Are you okay? What's happening?" you get up and go up for a quick hug, even though his hands around your waist insist for you to stay longer and even closer to him. You can sense something wrong, and he hates the way apologies start tumbling from your lips when in reality, you're not at fault and you never were.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have missed dinner. I'm the worst, i-"

"Stop" your words stop on command and you look at him with shiny eyes. His hands reach for your cheeks and they caress your skin in the most delicate of ways, making you close your eyes for a second. "I missed you." it's something general and in no way he tries to incriminate you. "I missed us. it's just-" he sighs. "It feels like this is how it starts. First it's just a simple dinner, then, it's birthdays, and suddenly we're not sleeping together like.. together. We're just sharing a bed. And I wouldn't like that? Not at all. And I'm just talking shit right now because I'm so in love with you and I don't want to let go, you know?"

Your gentle smile and a big kiss to his lips help him to breathe better and to feel more relaxed, so do your arms around his waist.

"Let's go home?" you smile at him when he nods, and you quickly pack your belongings and put on your favourite coat. "Let's buy you the sweetest pastry we can find" you press your cheek to his shoulder to watch his smile from up close. He's so pretty.