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I pulled my coat a little tighter around myself as the wind continued its assault on myself and the people around me as the car door was opened. I really could not be bothered today but I'd learned quickly that in my occupation, you had to be bothered no matter how you felt, otherwise you wouldn't make it.
Crowds of people were gathered on either side of the walkway that led up to the door as I took my first tentative step out of the car. Security was instantly at my side as my Manager led the way into the building. The screams were instantaneous as people called my name and waved various items of merchandise at me. I felt the smile crackle across my face immediately, I always had time for the fans.
Unfortunately, my security was quick to usher me inside. You could never be too careful. I'd been grabbed, pulled and even bitten, yes bitten, by various 'fans' before. It was crazy how 1% could ruin things for the majority.
"Let's see." My Manager was stood in the hallway, looking at his watch. "You have around two hours to yourself before you're needed in hair and makeup." I nodded my head, looking at my own watch and then back to my Manager. "I'll show you to your room."
I was due to appear on a chatshow later that night to promote my newest film. I'd be appearing alongside my co-star, a famous chef, and a music producer. Thankfully the studio was attached to a hotel so I didn't have to travel too far or through too many crowds to get to and from the interview. My Manager led me to the door of my hotel room making me promise to be ready to place myself at the stylist's mercy in approximately one hour and forty-seven minutes. I agreed before closing the door over behind me and taking a deep breath with my eyes closed.
This was my favourite point of any day. I loved nothing more than being free to just laze around with my own thoughts without having to think too much about anything at all. I had learned to never take a moment for granted, to enjoy every passing second that I was given in my own company with peace and quiet. I span around, anticipating finding the bed and planting myself down on it. My brow furrowed as I caught sight of a bouquet of flowers placed on the kitchen countertop. I studied them, looking for a tag or any information. I frowned as I noticed they were completely bare which was rather unusual considering.
Tulips. Tulips of every colour imaginable. My favourite flower.
It was definitely strange that someone had gone to such lengths to give me such a personal gift without placing any indication of themselves upon said gift. I placed my face against them for a moment, letting their scent wash over me as I closed my eyes.
The smell took me back. Way back. Further than I'd like to go.
Once I'd given my head a shake, I kicked off my shoes and padded through to the living area of the room. Throwing myself down on the couch, I ran my hands over my face as I sank into the fabric. I closed my eyes as I allowed myself to run over what I was planning to say and what I was allowed to say. I must have bored myself, sleep hastily descending.
A gentle breeze that snuck in through the slightly ajar window made my fine hairs stand up on end, waking me from my slumber.
He's lying close to me so the breeze doesn't matter. All that I can feel is his warmth, radiating through me. I take a moment to figure out whether the warm comes from our natural body heat or from our desire for one another before I realise that it doesn't really matter either.
His skin glistens in the moonlight as I run my forefinger from his shoulder down to his wrist. I take in his face, the peace that registers easily across his features.
I feel happy.
I feel loved.
I feel regret.
Regret that we'd promised we wouldn't do this.
Regret that we'd promised that last time would be the last time.
Regret that we'd allowed ourselves to become slaves to our desires, allowing ourselves to be hurt even deeper when this thing we had came to its inevitable end. My eyes raked over his features, my eyes finally moving back to his eyes that were now partially open.
"Hi." He breathed.
I woke up with a jolt as a loud knock rang out against my hotel door.
"20 minutes, Y/N." My Manager shouted through. I pushed myself up into a sitting position as I pushed my hair back from my face. My eyes flickered over to the tulips - it was all their fault. They'd reminded me of him. They'd reminded me of what we had.
They'd reminded me that I'd still left a door open in my heart for him.
Sitting in my dressing room chair, I tried my hardest to remain focused as my Manager ran through the lines that I'd been previously rehearsing.
"So you're not to mention the plot twist."
"I know."
"And you're not to mention any other plot points that haven't been released already."
"I know."
"You can mention where you were filming and you can hint, you're good at that."
"I know."
"Or you can just tell the entire nation that you're not at all bothered about your new film and that realistically it doesn't matter to you whether they go see it or not."
"I know."
"Y/N!" He scolded me and I immediately gave my head a shake. "You're not listening to me at all, are you?" I blinked, trying to find the words to explain why my head was such a jumble. My Manager must have seen the look on my face as his features instantly calmed as he sat in the chair next to me. "What's wrong? You haven't been yourself since I left you earlier."
I considered telling him about the flowers.
I considered telling him about the love of my life.
"I just have a really bad headache and I'm trying my hardest to save my energy so that I don't come across as disinterested." I could tell by the way his stance calmed that he believed what I was telling him. He reached out, taking my hand in his.
"Y/N, you always come across brilliantly in interviews - migraine or not. Why do you think all of those fans were waiting for you outside? Why do you think someone sent those flowers up to your room?" I looked at him with my head slightly tilted.
"Do you have any idea where they came from?" I asked, confusion ripe. He shrugged, standing up to his full height once more as he checked his watch.
"There are many more, just the same, down at the reception." He brushed it off. "I didn't want to bombard you so I left them there rather than having them all sent to the room. We need to get you to wardrobe. Are we done here?"
As he was conversing with the stylist, I took a moment to look at myself in the mirror.
Was I being stupid to think that these flowers were somehow special? To think that they somehow signified something? I couldn't let these thoughts get the best of me. Not today. Not when the world was watching.
I was waiting backstage, shaking my hands out as I always did before I appeared on these 'talk shows'. My Manager was talking with the handler who had been assigned to me once I'd left the wardrobe stylist.
I played around with the edges of the skirt as I tried to compose myself and put my 'acting face' on. All I had to do was get through these next few hours and then I could wallow in my thoughts for the rest of the night.
"Y/N-ah!" A voice came from the bottom of the hall, footsteps hitting the wooden flooring. I turned my head to catch sight of my co-star, Kim Taehyung bouncing up the corridor, full of life.
He was the best distraction that I was ever going to get. He embraced me as I caught sight of his handler chasing up the corridor after him, looking thoroughly exhausted.
"Are you excited?" He asked me, beaming from ear to ear. I nodded my head lightly finding it difficult not to replicate his smile. He was such a good friend.
"I've got to admit - I was feeling the pressure a little." I smiled. "But I feel a lot better now that you're here." He was about to answer when the handlers stepped up to us.
"You guys are on in two minutes. It's the door to the left and you'll hear your names called when he's ready for you."
The glare from the bright lights caught my eye immediately as Taehyung and I walked out, smiling and waving as was customary. His hand hovered just over the small of my back as he directed me over to the sofa, allowing me to sit before he sat down afterward. There were two men on Taehyung's other side but I could barely make them out as Taehyung blocked my view. I could only assume that this was the chef and music producer I'd been previously told about.
I was glad Taehyung took the lead on most of the questions about the film, meaning I only had to add little snippets of information to keep up appearances. Once Taehyung had finished talking about filming in Rome, I noticed the host's eyes focus on me. I kept the smile plastered on my face, unsure what question he may have in store for me.
"So Y/N, are the rumours true?" He asked, eyes glistening with curiosity. I just say stopped the smile falling from my face. Wherever this was going - it couldn't be good!
"Which rumours would those be?" I asked, catching sight of my Manager's concerned and confused face across from me. Clearly, he had no idea about this line of questioning.
The host laughed as he tried to get the other three guests to laugh along with him.
"The rumours about the pair of you dating, are they true?"
I could feel Taehyung twitching nervously next to me.
I could see my Manager throwing a fit and demanding to speak to someone out of the corner of my eye.
I could see the guest next to Taehyung looking behind him, trying to glimpse my face which I prayed wasn't burning red with embarrassment.
"Taehyung and I are very good friends." I told him, honestly. "But any romance between us is strictly for the film." A couple of the audience members 'awwed' in disappointed response. "Sorry guys - but on the plus side, at least he is still up for grabs?" The audience responded as a whole and I could tell from my Manager's face that I'd handled the situation well.
The interview with Taehyung and I seemed to be winding down as we had no juicy rumourmill gossip and the host turned his full attention to the Music Producer 'Suga' who had produced a piece that he was going to play to close of the show. It was when he sat forward that I finally caught a glimpse of him fully and my heart backflipped in my chest.
"So Suga - you wrote this song as well as producing it, is that right?" The host asked and 'Suga' interlocked his fingers together in response as he sat forward slightly.
"I like to take control over the things that are mine." He mused, his voice like velvet, his tone exactly as I remembered it to be. I very nearly slipped into my own mind, my breath hitching in my throat at his words. I tried my hardest to pull my mind from the gutter as I reminded myself that he was talking about music and music alone..."You can call me a perfectionist if you'd like. I'm definitely guilty of micromanaging. I like to write the lyrics, rap the lines and produce the music. It gives it more authenticity. It gives it more believability. I think that's why people enjoy my music or at least, I hope that's why they enjoy my music. My music is me and I am my music."
"That's a very inspiring mentality to have, there are not so many artists out there nowadays that can say they're so intimately involved with their music. So the song you're performing for us tonight is called 'First Love'." The host continued, reading from his card. "Can you give us some insight into what this song is about? What it means to you?"
Taehyung sat back in his seat, reclining comfortably. I took the opportunity to look to my left and finally came eye to eye with him. My skin prickled as though a burst of heat had exploded right before me, scorching me. His gaze was enough to make me melt inside and take me back all of those years. I turned my attention back to the host, knowing that the world was watching and that sometimes a stare was all it took to create a barrel load of gossip.
"The song has a dual meaning." He breathed, his voice husky and full. God, this boy did things to me. He laughed at himself and I struggled to stop myself laughing in sync. "I don't think we have enough air time for me to tell you everything that this song means to me." The host pouted at him slightly, fishing for something. I could see his jaw clench as he tried to keep up his appearance. "Well if you want it in the briefest terms I could possibly give you, it's about my love for music and my first love."
"Oh! You would drop a bomb like that right as we're about to end the show!" The host scolded him, jokingly. "One last question, I'm sure I have time for that right?" He looked out to the producer who must have given him a nod. "Does she know? Does she know that you've written this song for her?"
'Suga' was on his feet, clearly getting ready to perform the song. A piano was sat in the middle of the stage and I could feel my heart beating readily in anticipation. I couldn't wait to hear it. He rolled up his sleeves as he flashed all of us a gummy grin. "Well, she will now."
The song was beautiful and a perfect way to end the show. As we were thanking the host and exiting the stage, I couldn't help but run the lyrics through my head.
So don't ever let go of my hand
I won't let you go ever again either.
I couldn't help but feel extremely nervous when we reached backstage. Taehyung was talking animatedly to the Chef as I stood with one of my arms crossed over my chest waiting for my Manager. 'Suga' followed us through, straightening out his sleeves. He stopped at my side, just one look was enough to make my heart pound in my chest.
"Hi." He finally breathed, his eyes twinkling.
"Hi yourself." I smiled, taking him all in. "You look good. Have you been well?"
"All the better for seeing you." He teased. "I've been following your career. You've done well for yourself, the world really is your oyster." I tutted at him.
"That's rich!" I smirked. "I would have been following your blossoming career had I known you'd given yourself a stage name. 'Suga'? What's that about?" I asked.
"Ah, it's just a basketball thing." He smiled, closing the space between us.
"I think I'll stick with calling you Yoongi." I smirked. He returned it. The chemistry was clearly still bubbling away between us.
"What are you d-" He started.
"Y/N, there you are." My Manager came around the corner looking like a man possessed. Yoongi took a step back and looked between us.
"Yoongi, this is my Manager." I introduced them. My Manager gave him a quick nod before gesturing to me that we needed to leave. I felt torn, not ready to part from this reunion just yet. "I think Taehyung wanted a quick word with you actually." I directed my Manager in his direction for a moment while I had a private word with Yoongi. "I have some free time at the weekend before I have to promote the film overseas. If that sounds like something you'd like to do or you could do - give me a call. I'm in room 207."
My Manager ushered me off before Yoongi had a chance to respond and it did frustrate me. It felt like fate that we'd been brought back together like this and who was I to deny fate?
Before he'd let me retire to my room, my Manager had gone through the entire interview with me. He thought we'd done a good job and was especially pleased with how I'd handled the rumour question - even though he was still going to make a complaint to the show's board for it being wildly inappropriate. I was just thankful to be back in my room where I was hoping I may receive a phone call.
A couple of hours had passed since the show had ended and I was halfway down a complimentary bottle of red wine that had been left in my room. I'd changed into a comfortable pair of pajamas as I sat near the window watching the world go by. Just as I was about to pour myself another glass, a sharp knock rang out against the door.
Throwing my silky dressing gown on, I made my way over to the door before peeping through the spyhole. I frowned lightly as all I could see was the back of someone's head. Placing the door on the catch, I pulled it open gently peeking through it. My heart skipped a beat as I caught sight of him, pulling the catch off immediately and widening the gap in the doorway.
"I thought why call you when I could just call by." He spoke simply. I looked down the hallway, aware that my Manager might be wandering around and knowing how bad this would look. I opened the door a little wider.
"Come in." I smiled, giving him the space to step by me. He smiled instantly as he took a stride into the room. I closed the door over and moved to turn around almost bumping straight into Yoongi who had stopped right behind me. "Oh, sorry."
"Don't apologise." He said softly, closing the gap between us. "I thought we could greet each other properly." My breath was stolen away from me as Yoongi embraced me, his body warm against mine. I didn't want the hug to end, it just felt so comforting.
"Would you like a glass of wine? I've just opened a bottle." I asked as we parted, heading across the room and retrieving a second glass. He was shrugging out of his jacket, placing it lightly on the back of the sofa as he moved around to sit close to me. I crossed my legs, sitting down as I grabbed the bottle and emptied it between the two glasses. I handed the glass over to him, the electricity passing from his touch to mine. I was about to push the glass to my lips when his hand reached out for my wrist. I pulled it back slightly, mouth ajar.
"Could we make a toast first?" He asked. I nodded my head, listening. "I want to make a toast to destiny. I'm thankful for the way fate works and intertwines people together. So I'd really like to live up to my words now and seeing as we've both made lives for ourselves, I don't want to let you go again." I opened my mouth and closed it again as our glasses clinked together.
"Yoongi-"
"Just hear me out, Y/N-ah. I've been thinking about this for a while." He stopped me. "The only reason we split was to focus on our careers. We have our careers. So why can't we have each other?" He took a breath.
"Yoongi-"
"I don't care if I lose a couple of fans who are mad enough to stop enjoying my music because I've got a girlfriend and I'm pretty sure you don't care about that either. I think you'll be better for my career to be honest with you. You inspire a lot of my songs and I need that inspiration around me. I need you around me."
"Yoongi-"
"Y/N, all I'm trying to say is-"
"Will you stop cutting me off?" I laughed, taking a deep drink from my glass and placing it back down on the table. I moved forward slightly so that our legs were touching slightly. "I'm trying to tell you that I agree with you. I'm trying to tell you that I've missed you too and that I have never forgotten how I felt about you. I also wanted to ask you something." I smirked. He tilted his head, raising his glass to his lips and taking a sip.
"You can ask me anything." He breathed, his face moments away from mine.
"Did you send those flowers up to my room?" I laughed and a smile exploded onto his face. He reached forward taking my chin with his slender fingers. He brought my face closer to his and I could feel his breath warm on my face. His lips parted mine and I enjoyed his familiar taste even if it was slightly tainted by the red wine. He pulled back, a smirk dominating his features.
"Does that answer your question?" He said, breathlessly. I nodded, something stirring deep inside of me. "We'd need to talk about how to get around a few certain things - your Manager, our schedules, the public - but it's all perfectly manageable of course." I rolled my eyes, climbing into Yoongi's lap and taking his glass from him.
"I think we need to take things back to basics." I smiled, getting myself comfortable. I took a sip from his glass as he watched me the entire time. I pushed the glass back to his lips, letting him finish the rest of it before I placed it on the table behind us. His hands fell to my waist as he held me in place in his lap. "Get to know each other again." I breathed, running my finger down the center of his chest. I could feel his heart pounding beneath me as his eyes never left my face. "Get reacquainted completely..." I muttered, my mouth hovering just over his ear as I grasped at his shirt. "Or I mean, we could just talk?" I moved to get out his lap but his grasp became vice-like.
"Don't you dare." He warned me, butterflies instantly sweeping through my stomach. His hands snaked up my sides, taking in every inch before he found the base of my neck, his hands entangling themselves in my hair. Holding on to either side of my head, he pulled my face down to his as he engulfed my lips with his own. He swallowed my moans, greedily making me produce more. He pulled back, gasping for breath. "Where is your bedroom?"
"You're keen, aren't you?" I teased as he stood up, holding me up easily, wrapped around his waist. He looked at me, eyes full of hunger.
"It's been too long, Y/N." He told me simply. "You can't expect me to not drag you into the bedroom when you're sat in my lap teasing me in those pajamas, running your hands all over me." I smiled at him, knowing that this was going exactly how we both wanted it. As soon as we reached the bedroom, he threw me back from him as I hit the bed behind me, rolling onto my side.
"Ow!" I shrieked, in mock pain. He tutted, his body taking over mine as he crawled up the bed, unbuttoning his shirt. My attention quickly diverted. "No, let me do that." He pulled me up into a sitting position as I ran my hands down his chest, taking great care with each and every button. He flicked his tongue over his bottom lip, watching me keenly. I shrugged his shirt over his shoulders, revealing his torso. "Oh Em Gee Suga, have you been working out?" I mocked him in a singsong voice, battering my eyelashes at him. He growled, pushing me back so that I was amongst the blankets once more, giggling like a mad woman.
"I see you haven't lost that stupid sense of humour." His body was overtaking mine as his fingers crept up the inside of my t-shirt, rediscovering every inch of skin. I was starting to get embarrassed, the same way I always did when it came down to getting fully naked hence why my humour was starting to come out. I sat up so that I was face to face with him.
"What can I say? I've gotten funnier with age." I mocked. He shook his head, placing his forefinger against my forehead and shoving me back down with ease amongst the pillows.
"You still have your smart mouth..." He breathed, holding my lower half in place with his own body weight. "We've had words about that smart mouth of yours in the past." He breathed, leaning down so that his mouth was against my throat. His hands were running down to my wrists, grabbing them and pinning them above my head. I gasped in response as my hips automatically lifted earning me a grin. "Some things never change, do they, babe?" He held my hands easily with one hand as his free hand traced down to the top of my shirt, tugging it down and exposing my chest. "You're exactly as I remember." He breathed, his breath hot on my bare chest. "Absolutely perfect." Everywhere his hands went, his mouth followed. I was a mess beneath him, writhing and gasping at his every touch. I could feel his smile against my bare skin, his teeth grazing me ever so often as they took me that little bit higher. I struggled beneath his hold, finally freeing my hands and reaching for his face, taking it between both of my palms.
I kissed him with unrivaled hunger, my tongue making quick work of his as we battled for dominance. I sucked on his tongue and his lips as my hands grasped at his face before sinking to his shoulders, his chest, the waist of his trousers. My mouth moved to his neck, finding his sweetest spot as my hands hastily removed his belt. I shimmied him out of his trousers, sitting up on my knees before him as I continued to nibble on his neck. I made my way closer to his ear, my hand slipping into the waistband of his underwear.
"I thought you liked to take control of everything that was yours?" I breathed into his ear, my voice full of lust. His sharp intake of breath told me that my actions had been successful. With one swift swoop, Yoongi managed to maneuver me so that he was kneeling behind me. One of his hands was wrapped around my waist, the other was teasing my nipples. His head tucked into the crook of my neck as my hands were trapped between my back and his chest.
"You-" He muttered, biting lightly into the flesh of my shoulder causing me to shudder. "I don't know why I expected anything different." He mused as his fingers played with me mercilessly, my body throbbing in anticipation. "You dirty, beautiful girl." He moaned into my neck as one of his hands trailed over my stomach, stopping just short of my shorts. I whined lightly, resting my head back against his. He chuckled a deep sound that came from his throat. "Do you want me to touch you, baby?" I nodded and he chuckled again, his hand started trailing lightly away from my waistband. "I can't hear you."
"Please." I begged, my voice heavy and wanting. His hand started traveling in the right direction once more as he went past the waistband and hovered over the fabric. He traced a single finger over the dampened fabric, breathing in roughly behind me as he kissed the base of my neck.
"You're out of practice, but I'll let that one slip." He breathed as his fingers traced circles on top of the fabric making me squirm. "I can't believe how wet you are." He quickly grew tired of my shorts, pulling them away roughly and discarding them on the floor. He continued drawing me near for minutes on end, never letting me succumb. Pushing me down against the bed, he stood up and looked down at me. I could make out how hard he was, the fabric of his underwear stretched. Any embarrassment I had was long gone. I felt radiant beneath his gaze, alive. My body was burning and he was the only remedy. "I just can't stop looking at you." He muttered as he eased his way out of his underwear. "You're just so fucking perfect." I pouted as I let out a short whine followed by a bite of my lip. I needed him and this teasing was agony. I knew just what to say.
"Please, Daddy." I pleaded, breathlessly as I looked up and caught his eye. I could see the corners of his mouth twitching, his erection twitching more so. He descended upon the bed and upon me. One of his hands kept my face in place as his mouth hungrily devoured my own. His other hand immediately sought out my center, his thumb grounding down against my clit. I moaned and gasped into his mouth making his actions all the more feverish. I raised my hips up to meet him as he slipped a slender finger inside of me, followed by another. I wrapped my hands tightly around his back, my nails nipping into his flesh. He gasped lightly before taking my bottom lip between his teeth and pulling on it roughly. I slipped my arm between us, finding his erection and running my hand up and down it in a rhythmic motion. His hand moved against me faster as I could feel a knot forming in my stomach, my breathing becoming more ragged by the second. I threw my head back against the pillows as my body started to shudder, my release cascading over me like a wave smashing over the rocks.
"Look at me." He breathed, his fingers still deep inside of me. I caught his gaze, his eyes a burning inferno of lust, desire, and promise. "Good girl." I sighed as he removed his hand from my core, bringing his fingers up and popping them into my open mouth. I kept my eyes open, watching him as I did as he wanted, no words needing to be exchanged. He pulled his hand away a few moments later, wrapping it around the back of my head and pulling me into a deep kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. "You taste so good." He breathed against my lips. I caught him by surprise as I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him down against me, feeling his erection brush my entrance. I dug my heels into his ass, forcing him even closer. "Are you sure about this?" He asked, brushing my hair back from my face. I lifted my head, seizing his mouth with my own as I tugged his bottom lip away from his teeth.
"Does that answer your questi-" I started but the end of my sentence was swallowed by a loud moan as I felt him fill me for the first time in years. He took a moment to allow both of us to adjust, his eyes closed as he tried to steady himself. His hands ran down the length of my body as he dug his fingers into my thighs, pulling them up alongside his body as our bodies fell into a rhythm.
It was exactly as I remembered it to be and yet so much more. He reached me in ways that I didn't think was possible. He made me feel elevated and grounded at the same time. My blood ran hot and cold and every temperature in between. He was perfect and he was mine. He always would be. How could we belong to anyone else after this? How could anyone ever compare to what we shared?
He placed his hand down next to my head and I immediately wrapped my hands around his wrist, shifting it's placement so that it was resting around my throat. He didn't need to ask for instruction or direction, knowing exactly what I wanted him to do. As he gripped my throat, I cast my head back, lifting my hips to meet him. My strangled moans seemed to push him closer to the brink as his thrusts became less controlled. Grunting roughly, he pushed himself back from me. I knew better than to question it. In a flurry of movements, he had flipped me over. My feet pressed against the cold floor as he pushed my front down against the bed. He gently kicked my feet apart with his as he positioned himself once more.
His fingers trailed down my spine, my skin rippling. They trailed back up once more as his hand became entangled in my hair, pulling it back roughly in time with him entering me once more. It was becoming too much to handle. Our words became jumbled together, my blasphemous repetitions in perfect time with his expletives. My voice was becoming higher, my body starting to shudder readily.
"Wait for me." He managed to grunt, his grip on my hair tightening as his other hand dug into my hips. I pushed myself back against him to help him on his way. I found myself repeating his name as my own release started to spiral me out of control. A barrage of 'fucks' welcomed in Yoongi's own release as both of his hands encircled my waist, keeping me close to him.
We parted slowly and unashamedly. He lay down upon the bed, pulling me in so that half of my body was covering his. He placed a kiss against my forehead, followed by my nose before he seized my lips.
"Tell me one good reason why we haven't been doing that for the last 4 years..." He breathed, running his forefinger up and down my side, his eyes never leaving me.
"Our careers?" I offered, smirking lightly. He weighed it up, pulling me impossibly closer.
"Nah, not worth it." He shook his head. "Now, if I could get paid for this - that would be a career." I propped myself up and looked at him.
"Well, you can get paid for it but I'm pretty sure it's either illegal or a bit of a blight on a career such as yours." I mocked. "I can see the headline now 'TALENTED MUSIC PRODUCER GIVES UP MUSIC FOR PORN CAREER'." I overdramatically drew the words out in the air above us. He rolled over on top of me, laughing.
"You think I'm talented, huh?" He teased his tongue in his cheek, hand over his heart. We burst out laughing once more as he remained on top of me. Then suddenly we weren't laughing anymore, his eyes staring deeply into my own as his fingers traced along my jaw. I smiled up at him, scouring his eyes, his soul.
"What?" I asked eventually, my voice light and airy. He shook his head for a moment before his gaze returned to me.
"I adore you." He said, truthfully. "I'm not sure whether you've been with anyone in between us, I don't care whether you have but I just wanted you to know that I'd waited. I've always waited until we met each other again like I knew we would." He took a pause but I quickly interjected.
"I waited." I told him, running my hands over his shoulders. "Nothing and no one would ever compare." His hands traced down my cheek, cupping my jaw as his face filled with appreciation.
"I love you." He assured me. "I always will."
"I love you most." I teased and he bumped my nose with his finger before kissing me sweetly. I curled up against his chest as we relaxed together, talking about things neither here nor there.
"We should really get Taehyung something." Yoongi mused eventually as I propped myself up on my elbows. He laughed awkwardly, running a hand through his hair.
"What do you mean?" I asked. "Do you guys know each other?" Yoongi shrugged.
"He's an old friend." He smiled. "He just made sure we got lined up for the same show is all. I knew I could handle the rest." He winked at me. I pouted.
"He could have at least warned me!"
"What? And ruined all of our fun?" Yoongi's hands reached for my jaw, pulling my lips towards his again. I kissed him deeply, pushing him back amongst the sheet as I straddled his lap. I felt him twitch lightly beneath me, I pushed my hair back from my face.
"Speaking of fun..." I bit my lip lightly as he looked at me, eyes wide and wanting. "We have 4 years to catch up on, I hope you didn't think that was it!"
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