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As I walked outside the building of our office, I stretched out my arms, thinking about how how would I spend my weekend. It’s Friday night, a good time to have fun and also I got paid today. I smiled, wondering how my boyfriend, Yoongi, is doing right now. He’s a busy person, immersed into the world of music and also to me. Sounds conceited? Don't think so.
I grabbed my phone and called Yoongi. It just kept on ringing, his own song playing as his ring back tone. A few seconds later, it reached the voicemail. “Yoongi, I’m hungry. I miss you. Please call me back. I love you.” A simple message for my simple and cute boyfriend. I want to cuddle with him tonight, I miss his beautiful sleepy voice whispering sweet nothings in my ear.
I walked towards the parking lot and found my Black car all alone in one lane. So easy to find, huh. It’s kind of late, 10:30 to be exact, so it’s no wonder the cars were gone. Lucky bastards who had their out early. I fiddled with my bag to find my keys, and when I looked up, I saw my man. Min Yoongi, holding a bouquet of Purple roses. So much effort. I want to cry.
“Good evening beautiful. I miss you too,” he smiled. He looks so stunning. His Black hair, his glasses, his Brown coat, his Black knit sweater and his favorite ripped jeans paired with his boots. I ran up to him and hugged him tightly, “I miss you so much.” He patted my back and kissed my forehead.
“As much as I want to hug you all night, I want to take you somewhere,” he broke the hug, grabbed my keys and opened the door for me. Simple gestures like this still makes me giddy, especially with his look tonight. So manly. And his favorite not-so-strong perfume which I love.
Yoongi drove the car, him choosing songs to play since he’s too picky with music. Of course, I blasted his own songs first. We were both singing, rapping and Yoongi getting all jumpy while driving. It’s been a while since we’ve got together like this, and I’m glad Yoongi’s in the mood tonight. Something must've had happened.
“You’re so excited tonight, why is it?” I asked him. He licked his lips, “You know I’ve been working on a song, right? It got accepted as our title track. I couldn't be more happy.” He smiled, his cute gums showing. It’s pretty obvious how he’s so into music, how passionate he is and I love when he’s just talking about it like it’s his girlfriend. (I don’t get jealous. It’s just…music, right.)
“Really? Oh my God. I’m so proud of you. I want to kiss you right now.” I blurted out, the latter part shouldn't have been included but really, his lips look extra plump today I just want to make out with him. He held my hand, “You’ll not just be kissing me later. Patience.” I sighed, “What can I do? Be patient. Alright. Good things happen if you wait, right?” That line, he always uses it to me. Why am I always the one waiting anyway? Soon. I’ll let him know how hard it is to wait.
He stopped the car so suddenly. “Wait, this is where you’re taking me? In a love hotel?” Why would he stop it in front of a love hotel? “Yah, Yoongi, ans—“ I couldn’t speak. He shushed me off with his kiss. A warm familiar feeling bursted inside me. I could feel my heart beating fast as he placed his hands on my cheeks, and his tongue asking for access. I reached for his hair, and kissed him roughly. The kiss was passionate, with a hint of lust but still romantic in a way it brought butterflies in my stomach. I love this man so much and I couldn’t believe I’m his. I can’t believe he loves me so much. What did I even do in my past life? That doesn’t matter. I just want to kiss him. We kissed, and I pulled away first since I had a hard time breathing.
“You said you want to kiss me, right?” I nodded. My lips and cheeks must be so Pink right now. He bit my lips a bit hard and it was still hot. “You made me feel so hot.” He said, taking off his coat. “No fucking way?” I said. “What?” “Are we doing it here? In my car?”
He chuckled, “Do what?” He looked into my eyes, “Later. I told you, right? Patience.”
I sighed, “Good things happen if you wait. I’m fucking tired.” He just laughed, and drove off again with his hands holding mine.