Getting front row seats at your favorite bands concert is an amazing opportunity . But getting the chance to be front and centre and then being picked out of the audience by your bias is a once in a lifetime.
What's happens next is what dreams and...
It's been twelve long weeks since you last saw Yoongi in person, twelve long weeks since he flew back to Seoul with BTS and you went back to your normal, but now really busy life. Your job as a photographer has really taken off, you're not sure if this is due to the recent publicity that has followed you since you were caught with Yoongi while he was here, but you're definitely welcoming the money it is bringing in. You've received a bit of hate from some fans who believe Yoongi is theirs and theirs only, but it's what you expected once you saw the press waiting outside the hotel when you both left the morning after your sexcapade.
You have kept in contact over the past three months: texting, emails, phone calls and video calls, even having time for the occasional phone sex video call. As experienced with sex as you were, having 'sex' via a video call was a whole new ball game for you, phone sex yes, you could just pretend you were doing all the things you were saying to the guy. But doing it while physically watching each other was new, exciting and oh so fucking hot. Some nights when you couldn't speak to him and you were laying in bed all alone and horny you'd recall those hot video calls in your brain and instantly wish he was next to you so you could devour each other. Instead you just lay there imagining its him who is getting you off, imagining its his dick inside of you making you scream and not the toys he sent you for these specific moments. You know he thinks about the video calls too and the pictures you've sent him, he's told you countless times about how after a long day in the studio he often leaves the other members and goes off to his room on his own. Getting in the shower or in bed to stroke and pump his cock imaging it's you taking him to heaven and back, imagining its your lips around his tip and that your tongue is swirling around in his juices all the way down his thickness, moaning and grunting until he releases his load all over himself or on the shower floor.
You both cant wait to be able to be back in each others arms again, to be able to hold each other at night or to just sit and stare at each other, but when will that be?. Neither of you know the answer, but god damn you hope its soon, real fucking soon!.
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You are awoken to the sound of knock at your front door, it's a Saturday morning and your wondering who the hell is waking you up at this hour, your alarm hasn't even gone off yet. You slowly make your way to the front door still sleepy and fumbling to get your legs moving properly, you open the door to a man holding the biggest bouquet of flowers you've ever seen right in your face. "Y/N?" asks the delivery man, "Yes that would be me" you reply as he gives you the clip board to sign. He hands you over the flowers and a small box and wishes you a lovely day and leaves. You walk into your kitchen and place the bouquet which is already in a glass vase onto your table and look for any sort of note, there isn't one, so you investigate the box instead. You carefully pull the ribbon from the box and open the lid, inside is a handwritten note and a folded A4 piece of paper. You decide to start with the hand written note, its only short with a few words scrawled across the page but you instantly recognize the handwriting, its from Yoongi. It simply says: I miss you, I want you and I need you! You smirk at the note and place it down so you can open the folded piece of paper, "Oh you crazy fuck!" you squeal in excitement.
