A/N: Shout out to all the fanboys across the world, you the real mvps.
Seokjin:
Holding unto your hand gently, he watches over you as fell into a deep sleep. He plays with your hair and chuckles to himself. Jin has always been fascinated as to how he would found a man as perfect as you to call his lover. He was so glad to have met you through the Wings Tour. He could still remember the adorable moment when you had told him that he was your favorite. It warmed his heart and now that he was able to have you as his own... That feeling alone was more rewarding than anything else in the world.
Every moment never seems to go to waste when he is around you. He could remember the moment he taught you how to make his favorite dish and almost burning the dorm down in the process.
Dangerous? Why yes it was, but those types of memories were what he loved. The adventures and trials you both had to overcome were worth it one of them being that both of your parents never fully accepted you both as a couple. Those so called "fans" would threaten to kill him on a daily basis, but he crossed the line as soon as they brought you into the mess.
It is sad to see how so many people would not accept you both to be in love, but after taking a few lessons from Yoongi on how to not give a shit nor a fuck, he became a pro at saying that he loved you no matter what.
"Y/N..." He says quietly, while running his hand through your hair. "I don't know how many times I have said this to you, but I am so grateful to have you. I promise you that I will protect you and love you."
You slowly awaken from your slumber and greeted by your angelic lover. "Hey" you say in a groggy voice. Jin lets out a small chuckle. Leaning down, he pecks your forehead and runs his hand through your hair. "Slept well?" You nod back. "Good because we've got a long day ahead of us. Let's get going!"
Yoongi:
When it came to music, nothing seem to matter. With the exception of you, of course. You of all people would understand that someone with great talent like Yoongi must strive for the best in life, but there are times where both of you do not see eye to eye. It looked like today was one of those days.
Opening the door, you peak into his studio and see him at his prime. He taps his pen on the table, as he listens closely to each rhythm through his headphone. Scribbling into his note pad, Yoongi was in his zone, creating a new piece for the boys and even for himself. You creep up behind him and place your hands on his tense shoulders, massaging them tenderly.
He hums back, looking over his shoulder. Yoongi takes off his headphones and looks at you with a stoic expression.
"You have this whole week off, babe. You promised me that you'd take a break. " You say
You slid your hands down to his chest and then hugged him close. His cologne still lingered as well as the scent of coffee. He must have had a rough night. Letting out a heavy sigh, Yoongi pulls away from you to rub his temple. "I'm sorry, (Y/N). I just have to finish up this one song before the release of the album."
"Yoongi.... That album isn't released until the following week. Why don't we head on over to bed and call it a night?"
"Because unlike you, (Y/N), I am a very busy man." He answers back bitterly.
You roll your eyes and scoff. "Whatever.." You pull away from him, and walked back to your bedroom. You feel a tug at your sleeves and turn around, seeing Yoongi in front of you. Your heart sank a little when you notice the fatigue finally catching onto him.
"I'm sorry, (Y/N). I didn't mean to snap at you like that." He apologizes for his moody behavior. "It's just that this album means a lot to me. I want everything to be perfect." Yoongi rubs his eyes and pouts. 'Oh god, why must this man do this to me?'
