Jungkook P/V:
I understand that nobody understands how I see my relationship with my friends and family or Baika. Yoongi is a dangerous type of guy... there is much gray in him. He would say no... but later, at least about me... he sees things differently, and a no becomes something different from the beginning and sometimes is even a yes.
I think that is what happened to him with his wife... he knows that lacks in a few areas... probably couldn't sleep thinking of a solution. At first, I couldn't understand why he does all that stuff, unnecessary stuff that sometimes makes me see him hurting because of his own decisions.
- Dude... you really are rude...- the man says again.
- And you're less manly than that skinny girl - I retorted.
- Is she really hurting? Where is she? - asked the man.
- With Yoongi...
My friend came at that moment, her lipstick marked over his mouth, she blushed because he was on full display of their relationship. Holding her close, looking at her... all the things he doesn't do for anyone else.
Some looked at him, surprised by their aura, and she didn't try to escape from him. When Yoongi left her seated on her designated spot, noticing the mark was turning purple, she asked if she needed treatment and said that she could wait until she arrived home.
- I don't enjoy seeing you hurting - Yoongi admitted
- Don't worry - she cleaned his face, and he let her, but I know he was proud of himself with all that lipstick smudge.
- I'm not a child - he moved away before she could do a good job.
- Leave him... how many times he will be kissed by a hot girl?- I teased him
- Kissing, mmm? Is all that stuff in your head when you see us together?- She asked to put an order on her small purse, I got interested in her lipstick. It was lips oil with some color, smelled like cherry so I automatically tried it on by myself without asking. She moved me suddenly and I ended up like a mess. She laughed saying that I am too innocent.
- She is more mischievous than you think... Do you really think she minds if her purse is a mess or not? I wouldn't look that messy with that kind of makeup - Yoongi says, smiling
- Sorry you made it so easy for me... I should make myself rich by selling all the stuff you guys use without permission? - she laughed, helping me look nice. Now nobody was sure if they actually kissed or not, if they were together, married, or were just gossip.
Jin's P/V:
The time to leave arrived not long after the dinner, Hoseok announced it was time for us because he is a little further away and wants to arrive comfortably in time so his permissions will be approved easier next time... I didn't mind shortening my time to be able to drive in the same car as him on my way back since I am destined closer to the city.
I sneaked away from the crowd and pulled Baika with me. She didn't made a sound when she noticed it was my hand who held her.
- Jin... why do you look so sad? I am fine, truly, see ? Yoongi put on an ointment and a cute bandaid - she moved her hair that smells like the brand I gifted her once because it says that my hair feels nice when I use it.
- You really can't visit me? I will die lonely there - I hugged her, lifting her from the floor. Someone came out so I opened the first door at hand and moved us inside the darkness.
- It's too dark... can't see you - she grabbed my clothes.
- This is the door, and this is the handle... Do you want to leave? - I turned us around, pushing her back to the door. I pinned her against it with my body and moved her hand to the handle.
- Jin... I don't think we should be here - she said tense but I know she wasn't scared of me. She wouldn't let me take her anywhere if she didn't trust me enough. We shouldn't be here alone in the dark.
- Do you love me?- she turned her face and said it was an unfair question that no matter what she feels, she wants to be Yoongi's special person... even if he ended being cruel and taking her for granted.
I couldn't stop her, she left me alone dreaming for a kiss that will not happen until her relationship is totally ruined without my or Jungkook's help.
He was crazy about her too, maybe he can endure the situation... I am not... the further I am away from her the more I find myself thinking to see her once more and become whatever she wants me to be.
Hoseok's P/V:
- Tell me what's wrong before the driver gets back - I asked my friend, Jin looks like leaving his soul behind.
- Baika... I can't stop looking for her, if she wouldn't refuse, wouldn't have a piece of that dress wearable... I really wanted to do it, to fuck her up.
- Oh my gosh! What happened?
- Nothing much, asked her to visit me again and might be a little too close than necessary - he says touching his lips briefly and hiding it under a blanket... was so cold for him tonight I asked myself seeing the small blanket in his lap.
I pulled it
- Yoongi is going to kill you and Jungkook too, he was all over her tonight.
- He knows everything anyways the one against it is Baika - he said
- Someone has to be normal in this mess, girls as young as her aren't as mature to think about consequences... I see she really cares about her relationship with Yoongi.
- Worries me more Jimin... he is behaving like a psycho with Jungkook and specially with Suga.
- How come? - I asked thinking about it
- Suga says that he forced him to spend the night with him when he visited him... you know to see the concert and has been worsening his demands for him. Yoongi actually is on his limit with him.
- He really suffers any issue with the members, even when we had a problem in the past my heart stinged watching him so sad about it. I couldn't stop my mouth in time being angry , I am not a person that can be nice if I don't feel like it - I confessed
- Me neither... I am not in trouble, just expecting something might happen. Jungkook is taking care of him with girls so he probably won't have trouble finding a distraction.
- I really got surprised when a blonde girl hurried crying from his car... thought it was her when I saw Baika tonight but actually was impossible, they didn't met until dinner time - I said
- Guys ready? - the driver asked and we talked about the concert and the dinner dishes all the way back to our military duties.
We talked about the concert and the food on our way back but was nice that Jin trusted me and didn't hold everything to himself. Like before making him explode and get drunk to deal the situation.
SUGA'S P/V:
- I think is time for me to go home, people is starting to... be really drunk and out of handle - Baika suggested
- I promised to not leave first... it's the last time. - I pouted to her.
- Sorry Yoongi but isn't really my thing to watch everyone getting drunk to stay here, there is no music, nobody I can call a friend... even the other members had to go... you are the only one up to talk to me.
- Sorry this is the usual for me... just want to have you here with me... There is nothing I can do? I would like to go home together... I wanna be together as much as possible...
- okay but if this goes too long I don't promise you that I will endure it till the end. The dinner was great but all this drinking stuff... I will never understand what's so great...
- Our culture is too strict to have relationships, to have friends... we do it by getting drunk to drop all formalities and not feel offended... Can you try to understand?
- Someone is calling you, I will be fine - she smiled with a plastic gesture and pulled out her phone to watch something entertaining on the sofa. She decided to recline herself to be out of the way of heavy drinking groups.
Around 4 am the remaining people would got to a club or home so they were organizing something. I was too drunk and tired to go elsewhere but home so I looked up to find my wife.
At some point she probably visited my studio to use the private bathroom and was wearing comfortable clothes now... I felt bad because she dressed up for me and I ended ignoring her presence to drink, and talk rubbish about crazy fans shouting nonsense to me on stage.
I'm not single... but I keep not being clear about my love situation. I looked at the scene and someone tried to pee in a corner so fortunately others stopped him... this is not something to be proud of or to keep in my memories. Actually I would have bitter aftertaste from this celebration if, instead of continuing till the end, I would take her somewhere with her nicely dressed and collapse together in our bed afterwards my intention to be the lover of her dreams.
I passed my limit drinking long ago... I closed my eyes for a moment, with my back on the wall to not kiss the floor trying to look for my wife to take me home. I felt being kissed and hugged, and asked my wife what she was doing in public. The sound of a glass crash in a million pieces made me pay attention.
This is not my wife... my dearest person was freaking out about what she just found out. I tried to realize the situation, my mistake, and tried to talk but my voice didn't come out. My throat was too tired to work for me now.
- Great... - was the only thing Baika said before turning around and starting collecting her things to leave.
I didn't even know who the heck was trying to hold me, I just followed my wife... was so drunk... why did I? ... because she was there looking for me from time to time to bring me some water and pass her hand over my shoulder...
Pulled her hand and she turned, stopped walking to see me trying to hold her close... I didn't have any right but... and she helped me to stand. Permitted my arms around her, wrapping her into me.
- I'll take you home... you can't stand with your own strength.- she says patting my shoulder to be free. But better have my arms cut than letting her go anywhere in this situation.
- Wait Yoongi...- she says... wanted to die, I didn't even recognize the person taking advantage of me, but my wife had to endure that too from me. Goodness can't we just be happy?
BABY'S P/V:
I can't say that didn't hurt, devastating my insides could be more accurate. A technician was all over Yoongi. The glass in my hand slipped and I was too shocked to move.
He was drunk, every time I looked up to see him he was looking at me... always made gestures to call me towards him, caressed my hands to take some water that I offered... I didn't wanted to see him suffer the following days.
I changed my clothes when an idiot poured something... there wasn't any other way to stay with such a disaster on my dress. And helped girls to get a taxi to go home meanwhile, was tired to play on my phone and couldn't focus to work on anything else.
Yoongi was having trouble to stand, I saw him trying to hold himself against the wall and decided to bring something fresh, before asking if he had enough and wanted to go home.
That girl pinned him against the wall and suckered his neck like a vampire, he just wanted to hold himself up but when she trapped his mouth I... I couldn't move. There I stood like an stupid man, and a woman who took her golden opportunity.
Her hair was blonde too, we didn't look similar in any way but she was having the kisses that I wanted. No, because I would take advantage of his drunkenness to show everyone that we are together... Just I love when he kisses me.
- Great... - I couldn't hold back my deception... but to tell the truth, Yoongi was having trouble finding his own strength to believe that he wanted to do anything with that woman.
I turned around... I was sorry but couldn't save him from the mistake. I was probably waiting for me. I noticed him looking over his friends' heads and the stupid smile when he found my eyes.
He stumbled onto me, feeling his warm hand trying to get me... I stopped, he was too drunk to walk around and probably would end pathetically laying on the floor like a moron. I don't want to humiliate myself that way, it doesn't matter if he made a mistake or was involved in something he couldn't control (he decided to get that drunk).
I know too well that inhumane strength. I couldn't move, breathe or control the situation... Even telling him that I will take him home wasn't enough to oblige him to let me stand comfortably, feels like all his weight was on my shoulders and couldn't find balance.
- Wait Yoongi... calm down... please... calm down... - tried to keep us up. But it was impossible, I hurried to have my back on the wall of the corridor to slide down carefully and end seated on the floor.
- we can't do this here... let's go home... - I suggested rubbing his back. He is not a fan of being comforted but actually he was out of his senses.
- love...- he finally said in my ear, his voice was a disaster but I understood him.
- Hush, Hush... darling - I suggested to him. But he was voiceless... and it was funny that I could talk even though he doesn't when usually, it's the opposite.
He was sorry but can't change what already happened... I know he didn't have any interest in other girls, but he got drunk to that point anyways... the excessive amount because I was taking care after him to be sure he wouldn't be dangerously intoxicated, made him loose.
He started to feel bad in general, so being sure that he can endure the car ride, I helped him walk into our apartment and to prepare before bed.
The sun was threatening to rise by that time, so after freshen up and dressing a nice pijama, prepared some breakfast for our guests.
- Morning li'l sis - Geumjae said not very happy about getting up so early but today was Monday and he probably has some work to attend.
- Good morning... Are you hungry?... I am almost done here but if you only want coffee... well, the house has a self-service unwritten rule - I joked.
- What about cold brewed coffee?... I believe that I saw a jar somewhere in the fridge... - He comments, but maybe they finished it yesterday and forgot to prepare some more.
- We have some commercial ones on that cabinet - I pointed out
- oh, you are up early - Yoongi's father says before greeting us.
- Didn't have that pleasure, we came a little late from the party.... my day went a little long this time - I smiled
- Go to bed, child... What are you cooking? - He says trying to finish the meal in my place.
- Yoongi will be up soon... he probably would feel really bad after drinking like a sponge... we can have something nice all together and rest afterwards.
- mmm... you know me well...- Yoongi came to hug and kiss my cheek after saying that, with his hoarse voice.
- If you want some of those things to feel better... I believe you brought a box the other day - but he is just staying behind me waiting for a piece of fruit that I was cutting.
Yoongi's mother came with their dog in her arms so Yoongi hurried to play with the pet until everything was on the table. The last to get up was Geumjae's wife, she came out of their room completely arranged, hair, make-up, nails, clothes... it didn't matter where I looked she was ready to go out, really pretty. I don't know what she does but since all of them came, I imagined that they have some free time to come and stay here.
I didn't say anything in particular, just answered a few questions here and there... I didn't want to say anything before talking to my husband and he decided what they should find out about last night, didn't even minded when he talked to not let me answer a few delicate questions.
- I don't know how you can enjoy the concert... haven't you endured the same thing for months? Furthermore, he wanted to hear all those girls shouting nonsense to him. Seriously... he can have anyone... but married you in secret. - she pointed out that my relationship was a secret.
- I loved it, every concert is very different, plus I really, really, enjoy his music, going to his concerts are just a plus. I have watched a lot of BTS content through a screen and it is not really the same feeling, the last concert will be in my heart and memories for a long time. He becomes quite amazing on stage.
- Only on Stage? - Yoongi asked.
- That's secret - I teased him and he looked at his parents before saying anything, he regretted his thoughts and looking at his breakfast as if it was that interesting, smiled.
I love when he is up to flirting and says something inappropriate to be heard by someone else, where our little internal jokes and way to communicate, at some point, they let us go rest.
Isolated from them inside our bedroom, Yoongi didn't hesitate to kiss me, to ask me if I conveniently had energy to accept his intentions. I don't feel tired in his arms, I am sure that he will create the perfect moment for us even if I need some time to rest properly.
But my heaven is inside his mouth, his touch it's the best way to relax my muscles and forget what stress means. Noticing the softness of his skin made me desire more, he was warm from his nap, the extra amount of alcohol always helped to rise his average temperature the following days.
- Do you really love my music or you said that to close that trap she has in the middle of her face? - He decided to ask before he would continue to start something serious, something that we can't afford to stop once we get to that level.
- Yeah, love every little detail of it... now that I could see you working, adding and cutting back and forth... I believe that I love it even more than before. I get obsessed with some parts of every song and don't hesitate to play them when I feel like it.
- Babe... thanks for loving me... I... I never wanted to impose my creations over your original taste in music - he says looking into my eyes.
- It's not necessarily only your music... What if I feel a little obsessed right now ?- I didn't want to wait... I had the lead for a moment.
Yoongi was feeling remorseful about last night, so I couldn't have access to reach his heart, to make him feel hungry, loved... important to me. He blocked me out but at the same time wanted me closer, feeling burned by my touch and hearing my moans.
- Sorry Yoongi... I left you alone for a moment, someone couldn't get his drink right and threw it on my dress... I didn't wanted to stay wet the rest of the night - I said softly
- Oh my dear, I'm so sorry for not noticing her approach... My beautiful... I don't want to be with anyone else.... - he hushed me in response.
- I couldn't believe someone stole you lips... show me, did she marked you? - I asked him
- I would love to have your bites on - He let the robe slip from his body, showing the red pijama that I was supposed to gift him last Christmas but he received it from me, months later.
He closed the curtains, the shadows appeared in our bedroom but I didn't care. My eyes were too entertained watching him to think about anything else.
Yoongi pulled a little his top to be able to unbutton the cloths. I wanted to do it by myself, he looked at me not worried about what I wanted from him.
- Anyone can take your place - Yoongi says getting closer to lift my face and start kissing and stripping our remaining clothes.