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[♡] 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.