Yellow.

i don't know what an nda is • 2015

~ July 27th, 2015 ~

That was the first and only time Min Yoongi ever lied to you.

On the morning of July 27th, 2015, the morning after an exceptional night, you were not allowed to sleep for however long you pleased. There was a meeting to attend.

Waking up beside him was a dream, and almost didn't feel real. Cuddled together directly in the center of the mattress, Yoongi had an arm slung over you with a grip that didn't ease as the two of you slept. His chin was pointed down, his nose nestled in the fluff of your hair.

After sharing a shower, the steamy air inducing sleep on you both, once Yoongi was curled up beside you he made it his mission to never let you go.

Until the phone rang around seven thirty in the morning.

Opening your eyes to the gentle glow of sunlight from behind the closed curtains, you take a long breath and comprehend your situation. You were laying in the softest bed, in Los Angeles, in a hotel room, with Yoongi pressed to your back and his arm underneath your shirt wrapped around your bare waist. He hadn't stirred yet, the shrill ringing of his phone not seeming to affect him.

Turning your chin to try to peek at him, the sight of his peaceful expression makes you smile. You almost felt bad for having to wake him up.

"D," You half whisper, not wanting to startle him completely. He doesn't move a muscle, but he speaks.

"I hear it," He says. Waiting a couple seconds, you think he's going to roll over and stop the incessant trilling of marimba, but he's glued to your hip.

"Are you gonna get it?" You ask, smiling harder. Yoongi shifts his head, eyes still closed, and sighs.

"No," He says softly, assuming you've held back a laugh by the way your body slightly shakes.

"We have to get up," You whisper, flipping yourself over in his hold so that you were facing him. His hand slides up and down your back a couple of times.

"Mm," He hums, "No we don't."

"Yes we do," You challenge. His eyebrows furrow.

"No, we don't," He grumbles.

Copying his face, even though he wasn't seeing it, you say, "And why not?"

"Because," He says, then pops his eyes open and lets out a gentle laugh, "Is that what I look like?" He questions.

"Yeah," You giggle.

The phone stops ringing, finally. Your brows raise, Yoongi copying your face this time.

"I hope that wasn't important," He says, and it's like the night you met all over again, the giggles were contagious.

"You better check it," You say.

"No, I wanna do this," He whispers, dipping his chin down to try to catch your lips in a kiss, but you cowered away from him. You clicked fast, but that didn't mean you weren't still embarrassed about completely normal things that happen to humans that you shouldn't be embarrassed about.

Giving you a weird look, Yoongi tries again, and fails.

"What are you doing, weirdo?" He scrunches his nose, "What'd I do?"

"Nothing," You reassure him, "I just... woke up, that's all." Yoongi deadpans, then gives you the world's most dramatic eye roll.

"Fuck out of here with that, and kiss me," He says, and that was the last time you were ever afraid to do anything to him, with him, or near him, ever again.