vegas, baby.

vegas, baby. 3

~ April 9th, 2022 ~

The white satin curtains of the hotel windows are open, letting light from the city below leak into the dark room where you and Yoongi laid beneath the sheets, illuminating the two of you just enough. Laying on your chest, gazing up at you with a sweetness you've missed, one of his hands smoothes over your skin gently, from your thighs, to the little scar on your abdomen, to your hips. There wasn't a part of you he didn't touch, not when life was unpredictable. He took advantage of all of his time.

After leaving the concert venue, once you were in this room Yoongi coddled his daughter to sleep, soaking in the bedtime routine after you gave her a bottle. You did mention before leaving Allegiant Stadium that there was a huge chance she'd sleep through the night, and so far, for these past few hours, you were right. Though he longed for more time with her, he was dying for a night with you.

So, the door conjoining the two rooms was left open a crack, just in case, and Yoongi took his time with you.

Two weeks without him used to be a breeze. Sometimes two weeks without him used to be a well needed break, something you had both admitted to one another way back when. It helped to strengthen your relationship, especially since most of the time spent together was crammed. The way you lived the old tour life was proof enough, when you were crammed, you were crammed with the addition of six other boys and a Sunny.

Now that you had a little one and life had shifted, time apart was agonizing. There were ample things to worry about, like Yoongi's constant worry that his daughter would forget who he was if he was away for too long, but the main one was always if you could handle her alone. Seven months into motherhood however, though the start was rocky, you've gotten the hang of it. It just ultimately sucked that Yoongi had to miss time with his Mini Me.

Gazing down at him now, dragging a hand through his dark locks that were still stuck to his dewey forehead, you can't help but smile, a soft one that he returns. You've been laying here in this position for almost fifteen minutes, doing absolutely nothing other than sharing looks, touches, and tiny kisses he'd place on your chest while your bodies both calmed down from their euphoric high's that were two weeks overdue.

"I missed this," Yoongi whispers, breaking the silence, giving the skin on your hip a squeeze.

"Me too," You agree, giving his head a scratch.

"I miss... this," He says tentatively, making you tilt your head in question.

"What do you mean?" The two of you continue to speak in quiet voices so as to not disturb the sleeping baby in the next room.

Yoongi breaks from your eyes for a moment, thinking about his choice of words before deciding to say, "Before baby." His expression falters like the words he just spoke poisoned him, or were painful to say. Pouting your bottom lip, you give him a giggle.

"D," You coo, cupping his cheek with your other hand, "It's okay."

"No it's not," He says shamefully, averting his eyes once more.

"Yoongi," You say with persistence, breaking out the full name to show your seriousness. He looks back over to you slowly.

"I didn't know if that feeling was normal," He begins, "You hear about mothers going through... tough times, I didn't know if a father could feel this way," Slightly nodding your head, you encourage him to continue, "I wouldn't change my life for anything. I would never give you, or our daughter up, for anything. Having her here right now is unreal, babe. That's our kid."

Smiling a bit bigger, you whisper, "Yes she is."

"I wouldn't take her back, ever. I don't regret anything, okay? I just can't shake this feeling of... of..."