If You Love Me

Epilogue

You sigh dreamily breathing in the fresh spring air, sweetened with youth and memories. Today there's a reunion with the boys; last time was about a year ago, so you made sure to really make this time special.

Not to mention it is your wedding anniversary.

When you look back a remember that crazy summer of romance, so much has changed. When you and Bora got back to Seoul, you brought home responsibility and a boyfriend. At first, your dad wasn't pleased but by the time Yoongi had to return to Busan, your dad was the one weeping at the airport.

From there a long-distance relationship started. Yoongi had things to fix up in Busan with his new company, and said he'd be back when he moved its headquarters to Seoul. As for you, after all that soul-searching, you realized you wanted to switch majors.

So, you dropped your classes and transferred to the business department.

You knew that you wanted to work with Yoongi and thought being a secretary and CEO duo would make you two a power couple.  

It's been 10 years since then.

And you have never regretted it. 

"Hello?" You call opening the front door of your house. 

A maple scent swirls in the air and a light fog disperses throughout the corridor leading to the kitchen. There's some banging of kitchenware and sizzling popping in the distance. Your lips curve into a giddy grin, and you quietly approach after slipping off your heels.

"Knock knock." You chuckle, tapping the wood at the doorway.

Surprised at your early return home, Yoongi glances towards you and beams with his whipped cream-covered nose, "Honey!" 

He saunters on over and pecks your lips. He chuckles, swathing some white from his nose, "There. Some for you too." You laugh when he taps the tip of your nose.

"You spoil me darling."

He grins, "Well, I said that in our vows when I made you mine, didn't I?"

You both laugh at the fond memories of your wedding, high on the bliss of the happiest evening of your lives. Eagerly, you set down your bag on the couch and wrap your arms around your husband's broad frame.

"I'm cooking Y/N." He chuckles.

"I know." You mumble, standing on your toes so you whisper in his ear, "But I have something else on the menu for dessert."

You can feel Yoongi's muscles twitch against yours. There's a smoky red running wild along his cheeks, "Babe, the kids-"

"Are with Seokjin, what of it?" You giggle sliding your hands down to his plump derriere and squeezing it teasingly.

Embarrassed, he turns you and seizes your hands, looking somewhat guilty.

"About that-"

"Mommy!"

Before you can even process what unholy image you almost provided your kids with, your two love gems tackle your legs and wrap their arms around your waist.

"Hwayoung!" You ruffle your eldest daughter's unruly hair. She flashes back her cat-like smile, inherited from her handsome father, so obvious even at the tender age of six.

"Me too! Me too!" Your youngest, still a toddler, Yeonhwa prattles. You smile tenderly at your beautiful baby girl and smooth over her delicate hair.

"What about me?" Yoongi pouts.

"No." You tease. "You lied to me."

He puffs his cheeks even more, setting down his spatula and leaning back on the kitchen counter. You know he's trying to appeal to you with his equally cute face and sexy forearm appeal.

"Baby~" He sings.

"Nope-"

He walks over and kisses the crook of your neck. "What can I do to make it up to you?"

Your cheeks burn up and you stutter in mumbles, "I don't know."

"That's okay." He smirks, leaning in to your ear. He licks your earlobe and whispers, "I made an appointment with you in my bed."

You pound his chest in embarrassment and your daughters join in slapping their dad thinking it's a game. Yoongi tumbles over exaggeratedly, feigning defeat in his lime-coloured apron. Your daughters laugh maniacally and run off into their room when Yoongi threatens to chase after and tickle-attack them.

When it quiet downs a bit, you sigh in relief.

He jokingly cries out, "Do you even love me anymore Y/N?" 

You kneel down by his side and kiss him, mumbling into his mouth quietly, "Always."

He smiles, hot breath stinging your lips, "Then let me go."

You smile in the middle of another kiss, sliding your hand down his chest.

"Never."