Min Suga

THIRTEEN:

Two years later...

She stared at herself in the mirror, Sura coming to stand beside her, wearing a beautiful purple gown. Her brown hair was done up in curls, her make up professionally done by her best friend.

"You are so beautiful," Sura murmured, smiling at her.

Mara palmed the white dress. "Am I?"

"He's going to have a heart attack." she promised, laughing at the look Mara gave her.

Mara looked back at the dress, pursing her red painted lips. The dress skimmed along the floor, hugging her body and flattering her curves. It was simple, with no accents to it, the neckline heart shaped, following the roundness of her breasts. She wore a simple diamond and amethyst necklace, the engagement ring on her finger.

Her red hair was curled and loose, the veil pinned to the back of her head, dangling diamond ears catching the light. Her make up was natural and alluring, brightening her already stunning blue eyes, her full lips red.

There was a knock on the door and Sura opened it, letting Jimin and Jungkook in, both of them looking handsome in their black suits. Their eyes lit up as they saw her and they grinned.

"Wow, Mara..." Jimin trailed off, eyes taking her in.

"You look absolutely beautiful." Jungkook finished for him, pulling her into a hug.

"Thank you," she smiled, hugging Jimin as he came to join the hug.

"Are you ready? Its about to start." Jimin said, pulling himself together.

Nodding, the two men followed her and Sura out and she walked down the short hallway to the double doors of the ceremony room. They entered first, Sura handing her her bouqet, and finding their seats. Her heart beat a million miles a minute and the music started, her feet automatically carrying her into the room.

It was filled with everyone they met during their lives, their families and friends, all faces turning to watch her walk down the aisle. Her eyes looked up to where he stood, a light on him.

Yoongi looked stunning with his dyed blonde hair, his brown eyes on her as she moved to him, a smile on his handsome face. His suit fit him like a glove, showing off his lithe, muscular figure and she felt her breath hitch.

She couldnt believe that she was going to marry him.

He walked the rest of the way towards her, slipping her hand into the crook of his arm, and he walked her down to Namjoon, who stood up front, acting as their officient.

The music stopped as they did, shyly looking at each other. She hardly heard the words spoken at her, only going with the flow when it was time to recite the vows, her hand shaking when they exchanged rings, her heart racing when she kissed him for the first time as his wife.

The room was full of aplause and cheers as they left the room, hand in hand.

****

She couldn't believe they managed to sneak onto the plane without anyone disturbing them. She was even more surprised to learn that ARMY was still unaware that they were married. She looked over at Yoongi, who was studying his phone before the plane took off, and couldn't help but feel her heart skip a beat.

Feeling her eyes on him, he looked at her, brow raised. "Can I help you?"

She grinned, leaning in and kissing him. "Just thinking about how sexy you look with your hair blonde again."

"I just hope I don't have to keep dying it like I used to. I liked having my brown hair." he muttered, leaning his head back and tucking his phone away as the plane began to move.

She watched them take off, watching the night around them as they climbed higher. It was a long flight to Las Vegas, Nevada, both of them deciding to go there since a couple of their coworkers had said how much fun it was.

She leaned her head back, eyes closing as she thought about everything. She had been hired as the lead makeup artist to an upcoming group Black Pink, and while she found them to be fine enough, she never did like female idol groups and her schedule was never synched up with BTS's so they always worked around each other, never really having any time together.

At first it was hard, but after a while they grew into a rhythm that worked, and before she knew it another year had passed. On their second anniversary, he had proposed, in front of his brothers, their surprise increasing her own surprise. He had done it so suddenly, no one was aware at all what he was doing. It had been nighttime and they were all standing in a park next to the Han River, when he dropped to a knee, asking her.

They had fucked all night, slowly and loving, then desperate and wild. Their engagement was taken wildly by ARMY, all but a small percentage showing their love to them and the rest of the members. BigHit had come out with their own congratulations, and they lived on, happy.

They planned the wedding in secret as they didn't want to be bothered by the press and would announce it all once they were back from their honeymoon.

She felt a hand gently shake her and her eyes opened, noticing the light in the cabin, Yoongi's eyes on her. "We're here Jagi."

"Really?" She stretched, looking out the window and finding it to be late afternoon and they were indeed in Vegas.

They left the airport and were shuttled to the hotel, taking the elevator up to the top floor, the suite, her mouth dropping as she stepped into the most luxurious room she's ever been in. Yoongi set their luggage down in the bedroom, coming out to watch her stand at the windows, taking in the sights.

Smiling he walked over to her, hands on her hips, pressing himself against her. His lips at her ear, breath hot on her skin, he felt her shiver. "I need you, Mrs. Min."

Biting her lip, she looked back at him. "How do you want me, Mr. Min?"

Eyes darkening, he licked his lips, looking from her to the view. "I want to fuck you against this window. I want the whole world to see you."

Blushing, she leaned into his touch, his hands snaking up her shirt and pulling it off, his lips instantly going to her bare skin.

****

They lay together, naked and entwined, his hands caressing her as her hand played in his hair, his head resting on her chest. He watched her breast rise and fall, the nipple hard and rosy from his work on it earlier, his finger tracing the scar on her side from her surgery a few years ago.

"You don't regret it, do you?" she murmured, breaking the comfortable silence.

He closed his eyes, amused that she was still insecure about their relationship. "I will never regret it."

Biting her lip, she looked out the large window, to the glittering lights of Vegas. "I hope you still feel that way in a few years."

He sighed, finally leaning up to stare at her in the darkness. "Would you stop it? I married you, Mara. I dont regret it."

He gently pulled the lip she was worrying from her teeth, kissing her, her mouth instantly yielding to him. It was a slow burning kiss, one that could sustain them all night, and as he moved to rest between her legs, the head of his erection sliding into her, he murmured to her:

"I love you."

END.