𝑬𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 | m.yg. ✓

둘 :: starshine

Present

Min Byeol was busy stargazing at their bedroom's window. Alone.

She did this often whenever her husband wasn't home. Not that she was extremely depressed but she just couldn't help but feel lonely because after all, no matter how much humans were always used to being alone and being the introverted type, we also need a little bit of company. Even just a tiny bit.

Her daydreaming, however, was cut short when she heard the sound of their front door opening. Immediately abandoning the window and storming out of the room, she bolted down the stairs to see her lover slipping out of his shoes.

She caught him off-guard by literally jumping on him and wrapping her small arms around his big form, inhaling the scent of his cologne and the scent of his studio.

Without any hesitation, he wrapped an arm around her whilst his other hand supported the weight of his backpack.

"I missed you, Yoongi!" Byeol cried out.

The male smiled, his gums showing. "I missed you more, starshine."

The couple pulled away but not completely. While Yoongi's arm remained to hold his beloved, he leaned down to place a soft kiss on her lips.

When they pulled away, Byeol helped him, taking his backpack from his hand. Yoongi tried to resist but due to Byeol's persistence, he let her and indulged himself instead at the thought of how caring and loving his wife was.

"I cooked us dinner," Byeol announced happily as she placed Yoongi's treasured backpack on the couch gently. "It had gotten cold already so I'll have to heat it up for a bit. Freshen up first so that you'll feel refreshed."

As the female began to walk towards the kitchen, strong pale arms snake around her waist, making her gasp at the sudden presence of heat behind her.

"Yoongi?"

"Mm?" He hummed in response, burying his face at the crook of her neck. "I'm lazy. Why don't you help me freshen up, hm?"

Byeol didn't fail to notice the meaning behind his words. It had been almost a year since they were married and the man never failed to make butterflies erupt in her stomach. It was always as if she had just begun to fall in love with him.

She honestly thought that she would never ever get tired of repeatedly falling in love with him all over again and again.

"Yoongi..." she sighed his name softly when his lips began skillfully working on her neck but it still seemed that he was holding back and she melted instantly. "Y-You need to—"

Her words were cut off when Yoongi began to nip and suck at her skin, making her elicit a moan she never intended to.

"You were saying?" he whispered huskily, his breath fanning the side of her face, causing to send a series of shivers down the latter's spine.

"Nothing."

"Thought so." He smirked.

The male reattached his lips on her skin, resuming what he had begun earlier. His feet began to move, slowly pushing the female in the process. He continued to do this until he felt the presence of the wall.

He unlatched his lips from her skin to swiftly and smoothly whirl her around so that they were now facing each other. Byeol didn't seem to be surprised as her half-lidded eyes were hooded, caused by the purplish and bluish color that was now imprinted on her neck.

Yoongi caressed the bruised skin lovingly, as his own eyes were now darkened, a dangerous aura swirling around them that Byeol felt something in her stomach, a knot tying.

As the man before her continued to admire his work of art, the latter took this an advantage to pull him towards her and crash their lips, eagerly moving them against his.

He brushed his tongue against her lips, asking for entrance to her mouth. The woman happily complied and soon their tongues were fighting for dominance. Byeol's fingernails began to rake on Yoongi's biceps, her toes curling as she let out yet another moan, earning a groan from the man.

This initiated him to push her further into the wall, their chests pressed against each other, leaving no room for space.

Just when as things began to go deeper and take a turn, a blaring sound could be heard.

Yoongi's phone was ringing.

At first they paid no heed at the ringtone but when it began to rang for the third time, Yoongi pulled away with a displeased groan.

Byeol was disappointed to for their lustful moment had been interrupted but she knew that the call must be important because it had been the third time it rang.

"Take it, Yoongi." She encouraged him, the lust now gone from her irises. She began to draw circles around his bicep to comfort the man. "It must be important."

The former looked at her apologetically, his eyes, as well, no longer hooded. "I'm so sorry, Byeol. I really am. Thank you as well for understanding. I'll go answer the call."

The moment the male detached himself from her, she instantly missed his warmth. Byeol watched him as he took his phone out from the couch and walk outside the door, disappearing from her sight, to answer the important call.

Byeol softly smiled to herself as her gaze left the door and settle on the other side of the wall instead, panting slightly for air, the lack of oxygen caused by their makeout session earlier.

She closed her eyes, hearing the sound of her heart beating against her chest.

She was so happy that this heart of hers was beating for Yoongi and only for Yoongi.