just one day

82.

I lay in the cold large hotel bed staring at the ceiling as I was having trouble falling asleep. Not because I was in pain but also because I couldn't sleep knowing yoongi couldn't.

I mean he had to be uncomfortable, there's no way he was going to actually get a good night rest, especially in the small hotel lounge chair.

I sighed for what felt like the hundredth time before twisting and turning to the other side facing not only the window but Yoongi as well.

His eyes shut as the moon light beamed off of his facing, showing off his features. I don't know why I had forgotten that he had always been this attractive. I found myself getting lost in my thoughts while looking at him, looking at how he was curled up with that little blanket.

It's crazy to think when he sleeping he's the cutest, he wasn't demanding or aggressive. The man laying down on the chair in front of me wasn't the same man he was years ago, I knew that.

So just why did I have a hard time trying to accept the fact that he was different? I suddenly was brought out my thoughts when I hear him sigh. I watch in the dark as he sits up and turns on the lamp near him, causing me to freeze.

Was he not sleeping?

"What's wrong?" He asks before looking at me, I hesitate to answer because the truth was there was a lot of things wrong at the moment.

I shake my head as a response and of course he doesn't believe me. "If that were true you'd be sleeping, and we wouldn't be having this conversation..." He trails off causing me to sigh.

Mindful of my sprained ankle, I slowly sat up and leaned back against the headboard. "I.. it's just you looked uncomfortable sleeping there..." I say breaking eye contact with him.

I hear him chuckle lightly, "I'm fine... I've gotten used to sleeping in chairs. You should rest..." He says cutting the conversation short.

Used? Like a habit or something?

I watch as he reaches to turn off the lamp and I stop him, he looks at me in confusion. "Are you sure you'll be okay..." he cuts me off, "Maya, I'll be okay." He says softly reassuring me, but something obviously was wrong.
I look at him reading him as if I was going to figure out what was wrong just by looking at him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He asks me catching me. Usually, I would say I wasn't but I seriously wanted to know what's bothering him.

I fold my arms, "you only knew I was sleeping because you weren't. Why not?" I ask him.

"Why can't I sleep?" He asks me restating my question, I nod. He nods before answering, "it bothers me that my fiancé still doesn't trust me enough to..." I cut him off.

"Here we go again. What are you talking about?" I ask him feeling myself getting annoyed by having this conversation with him.

Again.

"What happened today at your job?" He asks causing my eyes to drop. I unfold my arms, thinking quickly of how he might or could've found out.

"What?"

"Jimin said when he saw you, you were in tears. So I want to know what happened." He states.

Of course, Jimin told him. The two were like brother at this point, they share secrets as well as other peoples life.

I sigh, "Nothing. I just had a stressed day at work.." I trail off, I could tell he wasn't buying my reasoning, especially then I hear him scoff.

"Stressed?"