Oh Fuck

39

We waited outside their door so that they could get dressed and put our plan into action. The three of them could have restrained themselves until we were ready, then I would have been spared many a sight and sound. I actually wanted to stay sober so that I could enjoy my wedding night to the full this time, but now I would have liked a tequila... or 2... maybe 3.

Yoongi's grin hadn't left his face for a second and, realizing that my mood wasn't so good right now, he took me in his arms and gently rubbed his cheek against mine. I couldn't resist his sweet actions for long and without me being able to resist, the corners of my mouth lifted again. Damn, I was the defenseless one in this marriage, if he put his mind to it, I would say yes and amen to everything he would ask of me... Sighing in surrender, I leaned against him and let him hold me. To hell, so far he had never asked anything of me that I didn't like myself, so that was okay.

After a few minutes, Hobi, Wooyoung and San came out of the room and we thought about what to do next. Mingi and Taehyung were lying in the banquet hall with their heads on the table and had fallen asleep, so it was easy for us to carry them to their room and undress them. We didn't even have to put them together, as soon as they were both lying down, they automatically cuddled each other. We put the rings on them and put the fake marriage certificate we had printed out days ago on the bedside table before we left the room, giggling.

On the way back, San said that maybe we should prank Jin and Jongho too and Wooyoung disappeared shortly afterwards, laughing, while we stayed behind, unsure of what he was up to. Jin and Jongho had long since gone to bed, so we had to find a way to get into their room. Yoongi bribed a cleaning lady with BTS VIP tickets for the next concert and got the key card with which she could open all the rooms. When Wooyoung returned with rubber gloves, a dishwashing brush and dishwashing liquid, we stood in front of her room and held our hands in front of our faces so as not to laugh too loudly and wake them up. San then crept into the room, carefully put the gloves on Jin, who was fast asleep, put the washing-up brush in Jongho's arm and spilled some dishwashing liquid on the bed before taking pictures and coming out giggling.

"Omg, I'd love to see their faces in the morning when they wake up," Hobi said with a laugh.

"But one thing's for sure, they're definitely hooking up, because they're cuddling naked," San told us, waggling his eyebrows.

"Well, the managers' strategy of mixing the bands to get more attention worked out better than they had hoped... the only ones who aren't together are Mingi and Taehyung and that might change now." Yoongi pondered.

"We still don't know what Hongjoong and Namjoon were doing in the dressing room... Maybe they were just sorting jackets by color," San said with a giggle and we agreed, as we thought it was quite possible. But when we got back to the ballroom, Hongjoong was sitting cuddled up on Namjoon's lap, who looked at him in love and kept hugging him.

"Ok... So, no sorting jackets after all," giggled Wooyoung.

We talked and laughed with friends and family for a while before Yoongi took me by the hand and waved goodbye.

"We're off now, you can continue celebrating without us. Thank you all for coming. Good night." he called as he said goodbye and then pulled me behind him towards our room. As soon as he had closed the door behind us, he pressed me against the wall and pressed his lips hungrily against mine.

"I've been waiting all day for this," he breathed into my ear as we breathlessly broke away from each other.