The Arrangement (BTS MYG x ofc, complete!)

Wake Up In Paris

The sky outside the hotel window glows a fiery orange with long streaks of pink on the horizon, and the room gradually grows lighter with the sun rise. Yoongi lies pressed against her back, cradling her, as his hand strokes her stomach. He lifts his head, noticing the light on the walls and he realizes its morning. He frowns, wishing their night could last longer. He had made plans today, big plans, that involve her future; their future. But now, as he pulls her closer, he wants to make a new plan.

"Jagi," he whispers, close to her ear.

She doesn't stir, so he kisses her neck just behind her ear and she leans back into the kiss. Her arms begin to stretch out in front of her and he can't help but to slide his hands over her breasts, and bury his face at the back of her neck. She turns her face towards him, smiling as though he has stirred something inside her. She rolls over to him, and looks up into his eyes as her fingertips trace a line down his chest.

"Good morning," she whispers, leaning up to kiss him. He smiles through the kiss and pulls his head back.

"We have to get up now," he tells her, but his hands now slide over her bottom, pulling her closer. She frowns and closes her eyes.

"Can't we stay in bed a little longer?" Her hand travels lower down the front of him and he pulls his body back a little to stop her advance.

"No, we need to get dressed." She realizes he's serious and she lifts up on her elbow to look down at him.

"Why? It's a concert day, you shouldn't be up yet." She tries to convince him as her hand slides over his arm and pulls him closer. He shakes his head.

"There is something we need to do." He sits up in bed and she watches him closely, her brow furrowed, her lips in a pout.

Today was the day she was going to be sent home. The awareness of that is crushing and she feels the wound anew. Could he still send her home after their night together? Does he even have the choice? She might be sent home by the company and the lawyers and not by him. She fights back a tear that threatens to cloud her eyes and she sits up next to him, pulling the covers up over her body protectively. He stands up, and walks across the room to pick up his pants, crumpled on the floor, where he quickly discarded them last night. He pulls them up over him, leaving the belt buckle undone as he turns back to her. She's sat up in the bed, naked, pulling the covers tightly over her chest and she looks worried. He smiles at her as he runs his hand through his messy hair.

"It will be ok, trust me," he says, and he holds his hand out to her.

She looks at his outstretched hand, and she feels an instant relief. She doesn't know what today will bring, but she does trust him. She can't help but trust him after she's nearly given everything to him. She crawls towards him, allowing the covers to drop off of her body as she reaches him and she takes hold of his hand, rising up in front of him on her knees. He smiles down at her, and brushes a stray hair from her face.

"I do trust you," she purrs at him, and she presses her head against his chest, against his heart, as he holds her. She lifts her head to look up at him. "I'm going to jump in the shower...want to join me?" she bites her lip at the cheek of inviting him, knowing where it will lead. He smiles, arching his eyebrow, wishing he could, but he knows there is something he must do.

"I have to take care of some things first, you go shower and get dressed." He punctuates his reply by giving her a pat on the bottom, as if to send her on her way. She reluctantly leaves him, climbing off the bed, and she walks to the bathroom, turning to see that he's watching her. She smiles before she closes the door.

Yoongi waits to hear the water start and he picks up his shirt off the floor, buttoning it quickly as he walks through the suite. He grabs his keycard and stands at the door, listening for a moment to be sure he doesn't hear her before he quietly opens the suite door, and steps into the hall, letting it close behind him, very softly.  He looks up at the door across from his; Jongdae's room, and he knocks. He listens, but then he knocks again quickly when no one responds. He looks back at his personal security members door, but before he can knock, Jongdae opens the door, standing in his night clothes, yawning, as though he's just woken up. Yoongi looks at him, confused.