[] You Had Been Patient. You Had Waited And Waited. One Month Away From Him With Hundred Of Miles In

[♡] you had been patient. you had waited and waited. one month away from him with hundred of miles in between? sure, you can wait. little to no communication from how heavy his schedules were? pfft, no worries, you understand. but just when you thought you could finally have him all to yourself, the sudden addition of those 10 days of quarantine made you turn into a crazy woman. you had been through the whole month waiting without a single complain, but your patience has its own limits. you were just this close to start pulling your hair from how desperate you felt, and that's why the minute he comes through that door, you're wearing almost nothing and you want nothing but him.

your plans almost come to a halt when you watch him as he gets his luggage in. he's tired. you can see it in the way his back is hunched as he closes the door and his fringe covers his eyes but not the bags underneath them. but you decide to be selfish for once and still walk to the entryway and hug him as tight as you can, your lips searching for his but falling right onto his jaw when he stumbles from your sudden appearance.

"baby, not now. I'm so tired" you know he is; his tired voice begs you to stop, and his eyes barely look at your way. he knows you so well though; he knows what you want and what your actions mean. but you don't take it personal; if it was under another circumstance, you're confident that seokjin would have jumped your bones, just like you wanted.

"seokjin-ah" it had been years since the last time he even tried to reject your advances. you knew he was tired, rightfully so, but you'd waited for him too. tonight, your rational mind is clouded by neediness and longing for him. that's why you'd prepared everything; from the new sweet perfume you had splurged in, to the lingerie you'd retreated from one of the forgotten boxes from the back of the closet, nevermind the light curls in your hair and the light lipstick on your lips. everything was planned to a tee.

"don't go to sleep yet." he looks at you while unbuttoning his shirt and you cannot help but whine at him. "I'm so tired, baby. You're not understanding me" and as he sits down on the bed to take his socks off, you take the opportunity to crawl behind him and your hands wander off to his wide shoulders like a reflex, massaging his soft skin in the way you know he likes the most. "but I got all pretty for you.. I love you, I missed you" he sighs when your lips start to gift light pecks to his neck, your hands busy going through his fluffy hair.

"don't I look pretty? you haven't looked at me once ever since you got here." the grumble incoming from his chest makes your body turn up its engines. you're so close to make him give in.

"you're always the prettiest." his eyes look at you through the mirror standing right on the side of the bed. "I missed you" you purr at him, your hands finally being able to freely explore his soft torso. you appreciate the warmth of his skin and you moan when he turns around to finally look at your eyes. the light turquoise bustier is finally being appreciated by his own eyes and his hands dare to wander off until they make you melt right onto him. he's right where you want him to be.

"you're a brat, you know that?" he holds your chin with one of his hands and you look at his eyes, the heat in between your legs making it impossible for you to stay still. "welcome home, baby" you giggle and give him the brightest most happiest smile when he flips you over just so that you're right under him. he doesn't say a single word as his left arm extends to turn the lights off. you're so excited.

[♡] date nights always made his heart feel jittery, specially when it's been a full month since the last time he saw you. the candles have been carefully rearranged as many times as he can remember and he had now moved onto carefully watching the steak currently in the oven every 2 seconds, just to make sure it was perfect. you deserved perfection, thats what he had told himself over and over again as he started making dinner.

he was nervous, and the elegant glass of wine that was keeping him company till you arrive was just now helping him slow down. he hadn't seen you in so long; he had been understanding of your situation as your practices were getting harder and longer, and he knew you'd understand his work situation too, so you both decided to do your own thing, respecting each other's boundaries and limits until you were able to reunite again. you both were able to overcome this sudden distance by communication and understanding, nevertheless he still missed you, he craved your touch and he missed the feeling of being able to be near you, to be the first one to wake up and make breakfast for the both of you and to hear the random facts that you would always spill on random times of the day. he was used to his life routine, as insane and tiring as it was, but all this time without you made it 10x times harder.

the first hello gets him the right amount of emotional. it feels like heaven and you look like it too; your soft hair in between his tattooed hands and your beautiful child-like giggle resounding in his ears. he feels at peace.

and he's grateful to share a lovely meal tonight, his food untouched because he didn't think he would be able to do two things at a time; to listen to your stories and news and eat. so that's why he decides to scoot over and look at you as if it was the last time; his bulky hands holding yours in an overprotective way. he missed you; the smooth feeling of your skin around his hands making him remember all of the beautiful memories he shared with you in an instant.

at the end of the dinner you are the one who makes the first move. he sighs in relief when you sit on his lap and round your arms around his neck, your breath colliding with his face and he cannot help but beg for you to kiss him; and the second he says that he thinks he's screwed, because the look you give him before getting closer makes him fall in love with you all over again.

[♡] it is one thing to care about the people around you but it is another to be with your boyfriend at all times. your sweet and giving nature helped you define and demonstrate the amount of love you felt for him. and that's why today, even if you have your bag full of notes and pending stuff to do, you're still taking the 2-hour bus trip to visit your boyfriend, who'd informed you this morning how he'd fallen sick, and you most certainly know that his cold and fever are a mild consequence of how seasons are changing and he's not taking the proper care to face the weather.

and you don't mind how your hands burn and how they'd gotten red from how heavy the bags with takeout were and how little strength you had. what's wrong with running around to find the perfect soup and the best side dishes to go with just so that he can feel better? you knew it would cheer him up right away, even though you regret not having enough time to actually cook him, but this time around you truly couldn't find any time to do so. he'd get extra kisses instead.

arriving now at his apartment, the first thing you notice is him laying down with what you suppose is a wet cloth covering his eyes and the whole apartment drowned in darkness. you coo at hearing his whines, knowing well he just turned on them on like a switch after hearing you come in.

there was a time taehyung swore he could even fist fight a shark for you; tonight he's not even able to fight a headache and a bright white light.

"taehyung-ah" you murmur, and he hums, his arm instantly rising, searching for you.

and he doesn't respond until you're beside him, "baby, i'm so glad you're here" he pouts and barely gets up with the help of your arms, the weakness on his body making him instantly fall again backwards. it makes you feel guilty for not rushing here sooner, and you let him know, but he will not accept an apology, even less coming from you. in his eyes, you simply can't do anything wrong, that's why even feeling like shit, he takes the time to caress the back of your hand and bring you closer.

it's like magic. the way your body fits just right besides his, and his arms find safety on your waist. today he makes it a mission to lay his head on your chest, whimpers leaving his lips even though he starts to feel better now that you're here. he purs when your hands come up to his hair and ruffle it with extra care, and you're not surprised to find his forehead burning up.

and you're reminded of how needy he is when he rubs the side of his face on your boobs in a cheeky way. "you're not going to find the cure to your cold in there, babe" your giggles are interrupted once he hisses when his head reminds him of his predicament.

"can't blame a man for trying"

[♡] arriving home after a long day was one of the best feelings in the world. nothing compared to being able to feel the weight of your shoulders leaving once you closed your front door, but definitely the biggest highlight of it all was being able to share that moment of the day with your boyfriend.. seeing his messy sneakers with a little “suga” written in the sole making your arrival feel even sweeter.. and when you waddled to the kitchen, ignoring for now the pain that was a mere consequence of you deciding today of all days to break-in your new shoes, you could not be more glad to see him lazily making himself a nice cup of tea.

"hey stranger" he mutters, while concentrating on his cup. wordlessly, you wrap your arms around his waist. "thank you" you whisper while holding his body as tight as you can, burying your cheek on his back, the scent of his cologne making you melt right in that spot. the comfort and heat he radiated from his skin making you forget about your day and all your worries. "what for?" he asks. "for being you" you can hear his light chuckle that always appears when he's flustered, making your heart feel full.

[♡] you could spend all day trying to even get a grasp of all the advantages that came with hoseok quickly becoming one of the main characters in your life. it was the mere existence of simple details that gave you purpose and made you belong to him; to be the receiver of his first call in the morning, to be on the receiving end of his love and affection, and definitely to be able to call him yours. and your favourite: the way his hand radiated so much warmth, and would fit perfectly around your waist, reminding you that he was there, for you.

you were so loved by him, in every way. your love for him consumed you and defined you in many ways. and tonight, when you're on your knees, no bra on and panting from the effort that it takes to show him your appreciation, you're reminded once again that you are his favourite girl. and you love to hear that, you love to hear how his praises and love to feel his fingers guiding you while his other hand stays intertwined with yours in a simple act of affection.

you were his only girl. his favourite girl.

[♡] he felt so upset by how it was almost the fourth consecutive night that he had to cancel your usual dinners together. work was beating his ass but at least he was trained to endure it, and at the end of the day, the only thing that truly made his heart feel heavy, was the fact that you'd probably end up feeling sad and disappointed by his unavailability and complications of his work schedule, something that no matter the situation he had no control of.

it had certainly been a problem before, and he can recall a fair share of girls who ended up resenting him for it, and even if he tried to convince himself that you're really different from them, the lack of confidence on your relationship itself still made his shoulders feel heavy. would this relationship fail too?

as he finally got out of the building, tie on his hand and the first few buttons of dress shirt undone, he spotted you on the seats near the fountain, waving at him with the biggest smile on your face.

"joonie!" he only had a few seconds to react because you were right by his side in less than a moment, linking your arms together and your eyes looking at him like he was the most precious thing to see. it made him instantly blush. "i brought you food! you're working so hard" you gush at him, stopping the walk to give him a smooch on his cheek, the blush on his face intensifying.

"are you okay?" he hadn't had the chance to speak but his heart started racing when you looked at him with worry in your eyes, scanning his face and smoothing his hair with your warm hands.

the dimple smile he gave you brought butterflies to your stomach. "i'm so glad you're here" carefully grabbing your wrist, he gives you the faintest most delicate kiss there and finally links both of your hands together, decided on walking to the car that was parked not too far from there, instantly asking you about your day, wanting to know everything about it.