[] If The Rare Occasions That Both Of Your Schedules Lined Up Felt Like Incredible, Both Of Your Vacations

[♡] 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.

[♡] "You've been a bad girl, woman" he says with his busan satoori on full force. "Hands where i can see them, ma'am"

It was going to be the most perfect planned night. He had planned everything, from the food your baby was going to eat so that she could fall asleep as quick as possible, to the costume he was wearing and the handcuffs in his hands that he had stolen from his best friend Jimin, an actual cop. But he didn’t exactly steal it, more like borrowed it since he was on his honeymoon and Jungkook was in charge of taking care of his house while he was absent, handcuffs he had surprisingly found in Jimin’s bedroom. 

You end up giggling when he finally latches the handcuffs behind your back after a little bit of struggle and he whines. "Yah! Stay in character" it was amusing to hear him stomp his feet, almost like he was throwing a fit.

It was jungkook's idea of doing this roleplay. He wanted to spice up your sex life after having your first daughter, and the first thing that came to his mind was to roleplay, since the sir and daddy kink 'thingy' made him giggle like a schoolgirl.

"Sorry, sorry" you try to hide your amused smile as you felt him pressed against you, holding onto the handcuffs with one hand and the other one making sure your front was glued to the wall.

"you're gonna have to come with me" he announces once again, in character. "you have the right to remain silent and anything you say or do may be used against you in the court of our bed.."

[♡] 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.

[♡] it was the last time you were seeing your jimin in a long time. he was having a tour overseas with his group and he was coming back in almost two months.

all the families were in the waiting room of the airport, saying goodbyes and taking pictures with their loved ones since they weren't going to see them in a really long time. you were sitting beside him, helping get his backpack organized with the help of his mother, who was also one of your favourite people in the world.

you were feeling nervous and kind of sad to see him leaving again, but you knew that crying in front of him would only make things worse, so the only thing you decided to do was to help him with everything before he had to go. as he looked down at your trembling hands and your laboured breath as you finished putting everything in its place, he looked at you with a reassuring kind of goofy smile, and took your cold hands into his warm ones.

"are you going to miss me, jagi?" he asks pulling you onto his side, and you cannot help but place your head in his shoulder. "i am" you answer in a whisper almost impossible to hear, but not for him. "i promise i'll send you a lot of pictures and we'll talk everyday. i'll tell every single person i meet about how i have the coolest and most caring girlfriend in the world" he says with an enthusiast tone, making you smile and ease the pain that was building inside of your heart and stomach. "are you going to tell your coworkers about how you have the coolest boyfriend in the world?" he teasingly asks, and you look at him. "they alredy know, i've been screaming about it since the first day we've been together, jiminie"

and the last minutes you spent with him were full of jokes and teasing words, wishing you could stay by his side at all times, but also feeling your heart a little bit more at ease, ready to let him go. as the managers announced they should get ready to board the plane, he said his goodbyes and when he hugged you for the last time, his hyung, namjoon, took him by his collar and made him let go of you, making both of you laugh.

"i promise you, we'll bring him home safe and sound" namjoon says directly to jimin's mom and also to you, with a confident smile on his face.

[♡] "can she come in with me?" if you didn't know him well enough, you wouldn't be able to notice the excitement in his voice at the prospect of you joining him on his tattoo appointment.

with a certain nod from his friend, the one who was tattooing him ever since his skin met ink for the first time, you went inside the room, deciding that the little stool in the corner was enough, still nervous about seeing him in such a vulnerable way. you knew his tattoos were important and super personal to him, something you rarely talked about because he was entitled to have a little privacy about them, and it made you feel flattered, almost honored in a way to be allowed in something that for him can be so precious.

jungkook easily took his shirt off for the tattoo artist to be able to easily access the inner part of his bicep, only for you to cover the other half of his body, scared of his skin turning even whiter because of how cold it was in here, making the both of them laugh at how protective you can be. the security camera in the corner, almost too near the chair he was sitting in, turning into your temporary enemy.

and even if you were holding too much stuff, like your heavy coat and his, both of your bags and his phone and yours, you still scrambled to be even closer to him to just hold his hand when he reached out for you.. smiling at seeing him a bit drowsy from the whole thing. the almost sleepy smile he gave you while grabbing your hand made you feel dizzy from how crazy the butterflies in your stomach started to turn. you were so in love with him.

[♡] there's no point on denying how you still struggled to let your guard down even when the both of you were alone. you were 2-months into the relationship yet it still felt like every day you spent with him was one of your first ones. your hand still didn't feel confident enough to take his, and feeling his hand on your waist at night after one of your dinner dates still made you giggle like a school girl and blush like a tomato.

and tonight, first night spent between the both of you, you are taking a few more minutes looking at the mirror making sure the pajamas you'd carefully chosen weren't too revealing. you had turned around in the mirror at least a thousand times to make sure you didn't have your whole butt out (just a sneaky peek), arranged your hair in a way that the apple of your cheeks didn't look to big or your nose too long, and hid the little armpit fat you'd grown to hate so much. you had never tried that much for someone; not for anyone actually. but this time around you were so in love... so in love. you were nervous, nervous because you still didn't know how deep his love for you was, and if it was unconditional. but at the end of the day you knew he would only see perfection in what you see as imperfections. it's crazy enough to feel so elated because of love, and you mentally slapped yourself for overthinking so much to make yourself crazier.

two knocks on your door make you know that he's waiting for you. "babe, you okay?" he asks, and you shiver. he's that good. you're that in love. your body always reacts before you can even process anything. "coming out in a min!"

and it turns out that even if you come out with your previously worn clothes in your arms to hide your body from him, he still looks at you with a smile that makes you think "fuck it" and leave your clothes on the floor forgotten just to feel his arms around you in his really expensive and comfortable bed.

you'd think tomorrow about the consequences of not putting enough deodorant since namjoon takes his last minutes awake to inform you his a.c is broken and that's why he cannot cuddle you throughout the entire night.

it was all good. for now.