"GOOD MORNING!" I shouted again, but the boys were still glued to their phones, totally focused on whatever they were doing.
I stood between Jungkook and V to see what all the commotion was about. On the screen, there was a girl dancing very sexily... but the strange thing was that the videos were in our group chat, so I looked for my phone to see what was going on.
The last message I read was one Suga sent in the middle of the night asking who was playing music... he discovered the culprit was the little princess he's fallen in love with, but I had muted the chat to sleep peacefully.
I played the clips and almost had a heart attack reading the comments and watching video after video. I remember the kind of performances we saw at award shows, even that time Solar did that pole dance... this was on another level, and nobody really knew she was capable of it; it was just pure improvisation... choreographing it properly must be incredible.
Namjoon told us he was leaving to start his plans for the day, while the rest of us stayed behind, reacting to the rap line's long exchange of opinions at such an early hour. Jin was surprised Yoongi hadn't killed her... only because watching her dance was better than sleeping.
Hoseok was genuinely impressed with her talent and how deeply she must love dance, given that her strength lay in the strictest discipline: classical ballet. Taehyung was trying to list all the unexpected things he'd learned about Baby, while Jungkook was developing a bit of a crush on this sexy side of the princess.
"Did you read what she wrote? She was venting her frustration with Yoongi, ha ha ha... Baby really gets it," I said. It was the first time he'd willingly shared so many details about a girl with us.
"Yoongi deserves an amazing girl who can make him happy in a way no one else can... I hope this is the one because he was isolating himself with work so that no other relationship ending badly would hurt him," Jungkook said when he finally stopped watching the videos and paid some attention to us.
"Well, they'll probably forbid her from repeating something like that if she ends up being an idol and not just a professional dancer... remember when Solar decided to pole dance in that gold outfit? They considered her too sexy and provocative... imagine this... compared to that," I said.
Jin replied that it was too early to worry about that because she was barely starting out; we trained a lot before our debut, and she had only developed her dancing talent. She still had a lot to learn about being an idol, and Jungkook thought he was right because she was having difficulty singing, even though Baby was also working hard on her own, since at the moment they couldn't train her like they did in the past.
P/V of Suga:
"Why are all the dishes so hot and spicy?... They taste good, but I'm having trouble eating them... I'm already sweating," I commented while blowing on my nugget.
"Because my throat hurts, and I doubt it's from starting the day so early. These foods help the body avoid catching colds... I'm going to take a nap and then I'll do my homework for today's singing class." I liked her idea of taking a nap after lunch. It was raining outside, and we had been working in the morning, but I felt quite tired now.
Baby cleaned up after we finished eating and went upstairs to rest without waiting for me. She got comfortable and, once in bed, set an alarm. She didn't want to sleep too much, just enough—three hours at most—to make sure she could sleep soundly at night, which is when you're supposed to sleep. We had eaten a little early, so there was plenty of time to rest and do other things during the afternoon.
I lay down next to her on top of the covers and waited until she was completely asleep. During the days we were apart, I discovered that she doesn't do impossible things; Baby tries to maintain a balanced schedule so she can work hard and concentrate, while also having enough time to enjoy other things before returning to finish all her daily tasks.
Today she had done a lot physically even before breakfast, so in the morning she concentrated on doing all the office work, the work related to her studies and the supervision of her companies. The princess had left pending the singing and other musical tests that the company asks her to do so that they can evaluate her natural talent, even creating small compositions.
Baby enjoys the different ways she can work with music; she's especially good at creating choreographies. One of our producers has been asking her to organize sounds or songs into lists and categories to better understand her musical sense, so they can help her in the future. She can create her own compositions despite not knowing how to play any instrument, and she's quite good at writing lyrics for her practice sessions.
Although her supervisor isn't too happy, since Baby uses any language to do her homework, which means a lot more work just for her. The guys often ask me how I'm doing and tell me to just focus on getting better. I really miss being everywhere with them, and while I'm here unable to help with the presentation of our latest album, I was able to see it in person the other day, although we haven't released it publicly yet; it'll be a couple more days. Being at home, I could do a few things and talk about our music, but nothing significant because of my injury.
I didn't want to get sad thinking about everything I couldn't do, so I admired her pretty face before resting for a moment. I started to feel warm, and the warmth was coming from a blanket Baby had taken the trouble to put over me when she woke up. Besides giving me more space in bed, she was quietly playing on her phone.
"Is it time to get up yet?" However, he told me there was still about an hour before his alarm went off. I felt better, but not tired enough to keep sleeping. Uncomfortably, I took off the sling and everything else that was bothering me before getting back into bed, but this time properly.
"Baby, can we talk?" I have so many doubts about us, and I'm surprised she hasn't pressured me to confess my feelings yet. She put her phone down to give me her full attention.
- Of course, is there anything that bothers you?
"I've been waiting to see you again and ask... well... why me?" Smiling, she asked if I could rephrase what I wanted to know so she could answer.
- What do you like about me?
- Physically... there's nothing I don't like about you. When I have the chance to see you, I always find something new I like, like the pinkish color of your lips, the way you speak, your face in the mornings, or the different meanings behind your smile... I don't know how to explain it better... When I look at other people... I think, "That man is clearly attractive," or "I don't know what they see in that other person," but there's always something telling me, "Yoongi is better," because of all those little details I've been learning about you... You won my heart.
I felt shy and even a little embarrassed. I've heard Army say all sorts of nice compliments to me, although I never take them too seriously or think about them. They've told me I look good on dates, but not like this, or they admit they prefer me when comparing me to other men... their words really make me grateful for what my parents gave me.
- And something that isn't physical? You say you like the way I talk... what is it that you like?
How can I explain it? For example, in the mornings, you're quieter and your voice is very deep. You use a lot of swear words in general, but not really directed at other people. When you talk about something that interests you, you can talk about the same topic for hours. You don't like noise, but you can be very loud when you're having fun. You have an opinion about everything. I mean, you clearly have strong ideas about what you like or how you want to do things. You hate to lie, even when you're playing. You're a little bossy sometimes, and your voice is pleasant and very rich to me. You pronounce words very clearly, although you have something like a unique accent that makes your voice different from others.
- Wow, I never imagined you saw me that way... I don't even think about those things... at least you know I'm not a liar or offensive... I appreciate you saying so many positive things... I... I never would have imagined it on my own...
I was so nervous about what she might think of me, and all Baby said were nice things. My shyness got the better of me this time... over the years I've managed to hide that part of myself... she's so sweet. I got lost in my own thoughts and didn't realize when she leaned in to whisper in my ear, leaving a tingling sensation when she finished.
- I love everything I learn from you, I love it when you get shy and even more when you can control it, I really like how you kiss, the way you look at me, Yoongi... I... I really love your work... even if I'm the only one who feels it... I'm happy being in love with you.
I never imagined she had fallen in love; maybe Baby found me interesting or something like that... she was so brave to let me know. I realized I liked her a lot too, but I felt pressured to figure out what she wanted from me. Again, I tried not to get my hopes up about her because I don't think she's someone I could make happy... at least not for very long.
"You'll regret those words..." came out of my mouth, and I was scared that she had heard me.
"I can't know, neither can you, but I'm the only one who can decide if I feel happy and lucky... I don't need anything from you... I admit I wonder if... but don't worry, it won't happen again," Baby said and began to stir to get out of bed.
That wasn't what I was dying to tell her. I held her to correct my mistake, but when I did, I felt the pain in my shoulder and I had to stay still and take care of myself.
The biggest mistake I ever made was saying those words to her. Baby helped me put my arm back in the sling and left the cabin. I heard the door slam behind her... it was my fault... I was dying to come here and tell her that I love her too, that I want her to love me.
I searched for her in the rain, window after window, looking outside to see where she'd gone... she was struggling with herself, trying to decide whether to go far away or come back. I was hurting her, and that kills me. Baby looked at me, and in that moment I wanted to go back to our bed and tell her I'd run after her because I need her to love me.
Did I make her cry? She's soaked again... it was all my fault for keeping my feelings to myself. The pain in my heart intensified because I needed her, so I would run outside to find Baby. Maybe she was stronger than she seemed because before I could even step outside, she was walking towards me.
I didn't get wet from the rain, but I did get wet from my tears... it's rare for me to cry, but when it starts, all the accumulated sadness and fears make the tears difficult to stop...
"About you, I don't regret anything... if my love isn't good enough, maybe you should try to forget about me... what did you come here for? Did you buy me flowers to tell me to leave you alone?" Baby said, wiping away my tears, and I didn't say anything. She took me to the room and let me calm down while she took another hot shower.
My princess came back and dried her hair, using her fingers to smooth through her wet strands... what am I supposed to do now? Every second I spent drying her hair was another second thinking about everything that could go wrong from now on.
Baby finished and walked up to stand in front of me. Was she going to yell at me? Was she going to slap me? Because I had done enough to make her start to hate me.
But she did none of that. After a pause in front of me, that angel gently touched me, caressing my head, first with her fingers a little hesitantly, but when I brought her closer she continued playing with my hair between her fingers.
When I felt calm, she bent down to look at me, kneeling in front of me, held my cheeks and pressed our foreheads together, and after a moment lowered her hands to my knees.
"Yoongi, can we talk? I don't understand you. Well... when you decided to come all the way here, I thought you wanted to be closer to me... you knew about my feelings for you... every day on the phone you seemed so happy, sharing your day with me and finding out everything I was doing. But once I got here, it stopped working, and I don't know if I'm doing something wrong..." I interrupted him.
"That's not it," I said, kissing her. I knew it wasn't the solution, but it was the only thing I'd dreamed of since we broke up. I felt terrible because I was making things worse. I just needed to feel her soft lips one more time before she decided to forget everything about me.
- Yoongi.... damn it... - I don't understand what she's saying but she was kissing me now and I couldn't stop, right or wrong right now the only thing on my mind was to return this kiss and realize that I was dying to please her.
I want much more than just pressing our lips together.
"Open up for me, Baby," I said, and she did. She let me exchange sweet, soft kisses for more passionate ones. She tried to stay still, but her hands moved up my legs and back down to my knees, sending shivers through my body.
Our position wasn't the most comfortable, so I separated our mouths and stood up, offering her my hand to help her up. She did, though she seemed confused, wondering if I intended to stop. I removed the sling, crossed the room to lock the door, and sent a quick message to the guard telling him to stay in his room or take a drive.
I know we need to talk... but Baby... I want you... as far as you want to go...
I couldn't finish that sentence because this woman pushed me against the door and snatched the phone from my hands, placing it on the first flat surface she could see. My princess presses her body against mine; I suppose she's been waiting a long time for me to decide to have her.
"I love you, Yoongiv," she said, looking at me before giving me a kiss that started at my toes, continuing to the side until she reached my neck. She was careful not to leave marks on my skin or make any sudden movements.
- You can call me Baby, I heal quickly and I have time before I have to stand in front of a camera - she didn't try, but opened my shirt making the buttons fly off, taking a good look at my figure.
"I don't need to leave a mark on you to remind me what I do with you," she said as she held the waistband of my pants to lead me to the center of the room. Baby walked around me and helped me take off my shirt, taking her time to tease me with her fingers until the garment was left abandoned on the floor.
- Can I remove the accessories?
"Do as you please, Baby," she smiled at that and held my waist from behind. Suddenly, I felt her tongue tracing up my spine from my waist. Now she's starting to remove my jewelry. She knows what she's doing, even if it's her first time and she's never tried anything like this before.
It was my turn to remove her top; she wasn't wearing much after her shower, but before doing anything, I raised my palm and she pressed her body against my hand, letting me know she wanted to feel my hands on her.
Baby had worn a simple dress this time, along with those leg warmers to keep her legs warm; they barely covered her knees. The dress was soft but not too thick and very easy to take off, as it simply had a tie around her waist.
I also took the time to observe her, to tease her until it became difficult for her to stay still for me. Baby enjoys it when I linger on her more rounded parts; she wears almost nothing under her dress, and her habit of not wearing the top part of her underwear was risky for my little heart. At this time of day, despite the rain and the bedroom curtains being closed, I saw enough to memorize the sight of her standing in the middle of the room, waiting for more.
I intertwined our fingers and kissed her before approaching the bed. I wanted to preserve her princess status at least until I could use both hands properly, but in the meantime, I have different ideas to make this experience much better than last time.
She wanted to see everything about me and touch me, though I don't know why she was so fascinated that I had to ask for a little mercy so I could make her feel good too. I made her touch herself after demonstrating with my own hands. Baby soon tired of that game and begged me to touch her, using only my fingertips until she saw stars, and to her surprise, I licked my fingers when I finished.
The princess was determined to please me; I guided her a little so as not to make a mess, although my belly obviously ended up all dirty, and of course she wanted to touch it, smell it curiously, and I didn't have time to stop her before she put her fingers in her mouth... well, it's my fault for teaching her strange things.
We cleaned and tidied the room a little before going downstairs; she wanted to finish her singing exercises, and I just lay down to rest on the sofa because I had used up all my energy for the day.