Wild flower

Date and something extra

Directly behind Yoongi, I was puffing a little, to catch up with him, as we made our entrance towards the revolving doors of luxury. For some reason, unease started fluttering in-it may have been because this was a little too much to handle. He didn't have to do this; I appreciated his love without the weight of lavishness. In fact, his love was the lavishness.

He slowed down, and intertwined his hands with mine, and once again, my heart beat became healthily rapid.

I could see the beautiful inner decoration of the hotel, with its graceful and delicate chandeliers hanging above out heads, reflecting its ample shine. The walls were covered in velvety textured wall paper, along with a series of elegant paintings. And to complete the abundance of decoration, there were beautiful carvings and marble statues placed in parallel positions down the hall. I smiled in awe, because words weren't necessary.

As we reached the appointed hotel room (272, third floor), Yoongi motioned me to go in first. My hands still held the package, shaking in nervousness and gratitude. I walked in and looked around. The room was as elegant as the hotel, the bedding was freshly made, the wallpaper was of dark blue and there was also an en suite bathroom with posh and expensive taps.

"Well, go ahead and try them on," Yoongi looked at the package "See if they fit, so I won't have to return them.""

I giggled, even though his face was displaying total seriousness, and walked towards the en suite.

I slipped on the soft dress, the feeling of comfort enveloping me from all sides. The clothes fitted perfectly, and the heels made my feet tingle with delight. I adjusted the brooch, and glanced at myself in the mirror above the taps. Well, I looked a picture, and I loved it.

I got out of the bathroom, to see Yoongi lying down in bed, with his eyes closed. I thought he just resting, but it took me a moment to realise he was actually asleep. How did that happen? 

As I was pondering over the dilemma of waking him or not, he shuffled at the sound of my heels, then opened his eyes completely.

"Oh you're up" I enquired, smiling.

He got up, and rubbed his eyes, "I guess I should have slept before...I'm a little tired""

"I can tell. Hey, you can go back to sleep if you want to" I joked, but he took it seriously by fluffing up his pillow, and placing his head upon it. This mildly annoyed me, because I really wanted him to see me.

But he gave me satisfaction, as if he read my thoughts, "You look lovely, don't worry." He said before drifting back to sleep. I decided to change back to my normal clothes, because he did tell me to just try them on.

As soon as I was done, I felt my phone vibrate. A text message from F/N . The conversation went like this:

F/N : Where the hell are you????

Y/N: WITH SUGA. WHERE ELSE? WHY ARE YOU ASKING ANYWAY?

F/N: Oh I'm so sorry. I'm by myself...And it's so fking boring

Y/N: SO WHAT SHALL I DO?

F/N: Nothing. It's ok. Sorry for pissing you off...

Y/N: -_-

F/N: I hope I'm not disturbing you or anything...lol

Y/N: No. Actually, I don't really have anything to do either...

F/N: Huh? Why not? What happened?

Y/N : He fell asleep

F/N: Suga? >.<

Y/N: OBVIOUSLY -_-

F/N: Oops. I really hope he wakes up soon

Y/N: Yeah. He's so weird

F/N: Do you know he fell asleep when we were recording once? The boss was waaay angry.

Y/N: So it's a habit?

F/N: Yep. Better not wake him, tho. He'll get pissed. XD

Y/N: WHAT?

F/N: One of the guys at the studio woke him once, by accident. OMG Suga was swearing sooooo much afterwards >.<

Y/N: Seriously?

F/N: Yep, It's true.

Yoongi walked in, startling me. He looked a little bedraggled, after taking his nap. I smiled, despite his previous actions, and he ruffled his hair back to his original shape and asked, "Who you texting?""

"I was texting F/N . It seemed you were out of source..."

"Oh? Well, it's me. Old habits die hard, don't they?"

"I can tell. So what now?"

"Well, I think, you should get dressed again"

He saw my scowl pass over me, and assured me ""Don't worry; I won't fall asleep this time..." he smirked making me forget everything, and only remembering my affections for him. 

I got up, shuffling quickly towards the bathroom. I figured if I got dressed at double speed, he wouldn't have an excuse. This time he stood outside, tentatively gazing, admiring at what stood before him. He blinked and smiled once again, "I'm sorry. For, y'know, delaying everything. You look...classy. I can tell I have a good eye, 'cause it suits you.""

I smirked,"Yeah...""

"Let's go then....unless you want me to leave you here?"

He brought me closer, whirling me around, and kissed me on the cheek, with his slim hands clutching my hips. He nuzzled my hair, and his musty scent once again enveloped me. He let go, almost as quickly as he started, and motioned me to follow him downstairs, towards the dinner party. It was a sudden move, from his side.