A/N: Okay, can we talk about that Yoongi gif?😍 Did anyone else just die?
Your POV-
I was so happy when the school day finally ended and I went home hurriedly, hoping that he might be there. Of course, he wasn't. It was only 4:30pm, but I had hoped he would. I was disappointed but soon realized it was pointless to be so discouraged. I told myself he would be here soon and instead occupied myself making various meats after changing. He loved meat; it was his favorite. I also found his favorite movie, put the TV on the right input, and made popcorn after finishing dinner. I was just putting it in a bowl when I heard the doorknob turning and keys jingling on the other side. Yoongi's home!!!!! I couldn't contain my smile.
I faced away to pour the rest of the popcorn into a big transparent bowl. I could hear him walking up behind me as I threw away the wrapper. He put his arms around my waist from behind, cornering me with the edge of the counter.
"Miss me?" He asked in that gruff voice of his. It was so attractive! I turned around in his arms and gave him a big hug, smiling into his chest.
"Of course I did! What kind of question was that?" He chuckled and hugged me tighter. We stayed like that for a few seconds before I pulled away. "What do you want first? Dinner or a movie?"
"Dinner, please." He gave me a sweet smile.
"Aigoo~~, if you keep smiling like that, I'm going to die. Even though we've been dating for so long, that smile have any less effect." He chuckled again.
"It doesn't? I'll have to remember that so I don't make you fangirl to death." I stuck my tongue out jokingly. He leaned over and kissed me, softly biting my lip. "Does that wear off?" He whispered breathily. He was still so close that his lips brushed mine as he spoke. I shook my head.
"Not one bit."
"I'll keep that in mind too." With that, he lead me to the table by my hand and pulled my chair out for me. He was being such a gentleman!- but it was by American standards. How did he learn how to act like gentleman where I'm from? I inquired, then let it go. Yoongi had his ways of finding things like that out. He tucked my chair in closer to the table after I sat down. I was completely and utterly shocked. He sat across from me and looked straight into my eyes with a smile. I couldn't help but notice he still had makeup on from work. It looked great on him, but I liked the way his plain face looked better. Either way, he looked like he'd just stepped out of one of my dreams. I remembered the dream I had three years ago of him and Jimin competing for me. It was when I first met them.
I decided to mention it as we ate dinner.
"Yoongi?" I asked. He looked back up and into my eyes. "Did I ever tell you the first dream I ever had of you?" He raised his eyebrows as his eyes widened.
"YOU DREAM ABOUT ME??" He practically yelled even though his mouth was full of food. I giggled. How cute!!!
"Of course I do, silly!!"
"For real?" He closed his mouth after saying it, and continued to chew, but he was still listening intently. I just nodded. He swallowed this time before answering. "What was your dream?"
"I was all alone and it was cold and dark. I was running away from something, I can't remember what, but it was trying to hurt me. Then I climbed a fence and saw you and Jimin on stage at some talk show with a bunch of fans all around. Then, the host told me to go on stage and asked me a lot of random question about who was better at what and who I would pick for certain things, out of you two. When he asked the first question, the crowd yelled, 'Suga! Suga! Suga!', but I picked Jimin. It made him happy but you kept getting sadder and sadder and even frustrated with yourself. That same thing happened four or five times, and then on the last question, the crowd yelled, 'Jimin! Jimin! Jimin!', but I looked into your eyes, and you looked down. You were too upset and embarrassed to look me in the eye. Then, I picked you. I guess there was no solution though because then Jimin became upset in place of you." (A/N I really did have that dream, and it was the first dream I ever had of Suga.)
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"Why? Did you feel bad for me?" He asked before putting another bite of beef in his mouth. I shook my head.
"I liked you and Jimin. First, I liked him more, but then I fell for you so hard that he disappeared." He finished chewing then swallowed before answering, but I didn't mind when he talked with his mouth full.
"When did you dream that?" He raised an eyebrow but smiled to make up for it.
"Mmm.... about three years ago. When I first met the two of you."
"So, before we were dating then?" He smirked, and I nodded. "So you dreamed about me before we were even dating?" He smiled proudly, and I nodded again. He smiled like that for a few seconds before it faded with realization. His eyes widened as well. "WAIT!!! DOES THAT MEAN YOU HAD A CRUSH ON JIMIN TOO???????"
"Well, umm....." I looked down at my lap. "That was a long time ago. I know it was silly, but I was just seventeen..."
"Oh my gosh..." He was laughing now. "Seriously??" I nodded again. "Oh my gosh... Can I tell Jimin?!" I looked back into his eyes, mortified.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no!!!"
Yoongi's POV-
I unlocked the door then sneaked up behind her, putting my arms around her dainty waist. "Miss me?" I couldn't help noticing her hair smelled like coconut. I loved that smell, especially on her. Once I'd gotten her coconut perfume, and I liked it so much that every time she ran out and started wearing a different perfume, I bought her another bottle. She was wearing a white dress that had a shear lace top and solid bottom. Most of her wardrobe had slowly become white since we started dating. It was my favorite color, so most of the clothes I bought her were white, and she had also started buying mostly white outfits after about a year of us being together.
She turned around and gave me a hug. I held her back, feeling her smile against my chest, and for a few seconds, we stayed in each other's warm embrace.
"Of course I did. What kind of question was that?" She joked against my chest. I laughed and held her tighter. "What do you want first? Dinner or a movie?" She pulled away to ask.
"Dinner, please." I replied with a smile.
"Aigoo~~, if keep smiling like that, I'm going to die. Just because we've been dating for so long doesn't mean that smile has any less effect." I chuckled again.
"It doesn't? I'll have to remember that so I don't make you fangirl to death." She stuck out tongue as a joke, but I leaned over and kissed her. "Does that wear off?" I whispered with my face only a millimeter from hers. She shook her head softly.
"Not one bit."
"I'll keep that in mind too." With that, I took her pretty hand in my rough one and lead her to one side of the table. I un-tucked the chair for her to sit down, then pushed it back in a little when she sat. She looked really pretty and was beaming with excitement. I wanted to kiss her again. She probably wouldn't have minded, but I sat down in front of her instead. We'd get to that later. She had set out plates and ivory chopsticks over a table cloth. The table was originally black and had matching chairs that were covered in soft, white cushions. Her whole loft was decorated beautifully in black, red, and white. Those were her favorite colors, just like Jungkook. In fact, her and Jungkook had a lot in common, so I was a bit surprised that either him or Jimin didn't fall head over heels for her. Maybe they did, and I just didn't know it.
We occupied our dinner of beef, pork, lamb, and pan noodles with conversation. She told me about an interesting dream she had had of Jimin and me three years ago, when she apparently had a crush on both of us. I knew of neither of those things before that night. I didn't even know she dreamed about me. She's so sweet! I couldn't believe she even had dreams of me before we were dating, but I don't know what shocked me so much- I've ad dreams of her since then, too. We had a long conversation about it but time flew by. It was nice to talk to her in person again.
"WAIT!!! DOES THAT MEAN YOU HAD A CRUSH ON JIMIN TOO???????" Realization hit me at a point in the conversation when I was acting smug. But could you blame me? I was just so happy and proud to find out my girlfriend dreamed of me. Looking back on it, I realize how funny it must have been to see me being so arrogant before going into shock from noticing that my girlfriend once had a crush on my best friend.
"Well, umm....." She looked into her lap. "That was a long time ago. I know it was silly, but I was just seventeen..." I finally accepted it.
"Oh my gosh..." I started to laugh. "Seriously??" She nodded again tentatively. "Oh my gosh... Can I tell Jimin?!" She looked up from her lap and into my eyes with a sudden urgency.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no!!!" She said quickly.
"Okay, I won't. I promise." I started laughing again. I bit my lip and tried to hold it in but couldn't stop it. "But seriously??"
Your POV-
"Yes..." I decided to change the subject. "Are you finished eating?" I asked, and he finally stopped laughing.
"No, not yet." He said. "I'll eat quickly." I think he was trying not to upset me, but I was just embarrassed. I stood up and brushed my lap off, but there was nothing there. It was just a habit of mine. "You're finished already? Jagiya, you barely ate anything." He looked a bit worried.
"I'm not very hungry." I said, honestly, but the look on his face screamed an apology. I giggled. "Jagiya, I'm not angry with you. I'm really not very hungry." I giggled again.
"Oh, good. I was worried this was one of those rare times where you actually got mad at somebody." I shook my head and rolled my eyes jokingly, and we both laughed. I stared at his handsome figure as he ate the rest of the food on his plate, then stood up. I was surprised he didn't get seconds. He set his plate down on the counter in front of me then took mine gently from my hands. He picked up a piece of beef with his chopsticks.
"Please do me a favor and eat at least another bite. You know I worry about you not eating enough..." He took my hand in his and stared down at it. Tears welled in his eyes.
It wasn't weird for him to worry about such things. When I was fifteen, I started thinking I was too fat and started eating less and less. I was diagnosed with an eating disorder at sixteen and was sent to the hospital, where I hit a turning point and decided to try my best to recover. When I met Yoongi six months later, I was almost back to my weight before anorexia. However, about a year later, I regressed. Yoongi, who was already my boyfriend by that time, realized within the first month of my regression that something wasn't right. He would bring me food as often as he could, but he started to notice it stacking up in the fridge. One night, he walked in on me changing and the next day, he sat me down and made me eat dinner. I told him everything the next morning. He listened intently and helped me eat normally again. I haven't regressed since then, but he still watches to make sure I eat enough. He is the most amazing boyfriend.
"Will you please eat more?... I-I don't want you to get sick again." He said, interrupting my thoughts. He looked back at me, and I could clearly see the tears that threatened to escape his eyes. He was talking about the eating disorder. He didn't want me to have it another time.
"Yoongi... I...I-" He held my chin gently in his hand and kissed me. He tasted good, like lamb and noodles and pork and beef. His tears ran down my cheeks as he kissed me passionately. He didn't bite or tease me, it was just a sweet kiss, full of emotion. He held me against him tightly with his free hand, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, resting my fingers in his soft, black hair as it became more passionate. One hand caressed my cheek and the other went down my back, rubbing it slowly. It rested just below my waist, pressing the chopsticks against the fabric on the bottom of my dress. My hands slid from his hair, finding their way down his neck and onto his chest. I kissed him back affectionately, until a little after my lungs began burning. I broke the kiss gently.
