KNOWING BTS

W I T H Y O U *Suga×You*

A large crash from downstairs startles you awake.

As abrupt as you've opened your eyes, you close them again, as you slowly blink, adjusting to your surroundings. You sit up, raising your arms and stretching them, releasing a long sigh.

You haven't had a good sleep in a while - even having a good 3-4 hour rest is already a great blessing - with all the meetings with parents and having to deal with a bunch of kids, leaving you always exhausted. But today you feel oddly light, warm even - content.

Suddenly, an unconscious smile graces your lips and you don't know if its because you've had had a good night's sleep, or because of yesterday's events - but either way you're happy, so it doesn't really matter. He has finally dropped the major question last night, and you couldn't be more eager to fulfill the promise of forever with him.

The sun is already high up in the sky, and looking at your right, you see that it's already quarter past eight.

You get up from bed, grabbing a shirt - his shirt - and a pair of shorts, slipping them on. Then, you head to the bathroom, to wash your face and brush your teeth - cause fiance or not, you're not facing anyone with morning breath.

Heading downstairs, you enter the kitchen, and your mouth waters with the enticing smell of food.

But then you see him (who's much more enticing than the food he's cooking), clad in nothing but sweatpants, and your pink apron around his torso.

He turns the stove off, and transfers the omelette on a plate. As he turns around, a smile immediately graces his features upon seeing you there by the doorway and you couldn't help but smile back. With his still messy bed hair, that's already too long it covers his eyes - you take note to have them cut later - he still manages to look attractive.

He settles breakfast on the counter, washes his hands, and then removes the apron. Giving you a full view of his naked chest and torso, littered in shades of deep purples and and scarlet reds - not that yours are any different - a stark contrast to his very pale skin. Somehow the sight makes you smile wider, knowing that those marks prove that he's yours , just as much as you're his.

He saunters his way to you, smile not once falling from his lips. His hands immediately drop on your waist, as if they've always belonged there - you think that maybe they do - and your hands automatically fly to his hair, running your hands through the strands, while he hums in content (he always liked it when you did that).

"Good morning." You greet, voice raspy from sleep (and the shouting. Hey, let's be honest here).
"Good morning to you too, baby." He replies, voice deep.

He's staring again, you notice. He has that look in his eyes, one that you're very much familiar with. One that's always been there every time he looks at you - so full of love and adoration. He looks at you like you're the sun to his dark, stormy sky. Like you're water, and he's a man that's too parched.

You plant a peck on his lips, and immediately pull away, but it seems like he has different plans, as his hold on your waist tightens, preventing you from moving further, and kisses you for real, deep.

He turns you around,the counter digging up on your back, but you're too engrossed in the kiss to even care about the slight pain -  but actually, it's just because it's him. A few minutes later, you pull back for air, but only about two seconds pass, then his lips are back on yours again. You indulge him, (of course, its not like you can resist him anyway), your grip on his hair tightening, and you feel him shudder.

You slowly part, your foreheads touching. He plants a peck on your lips, then another, and another, and another, and-

"Okay, stop. Let's eat breakfast." You giggle, pulling away. You grip his hand, dragging him to the stool, and making him sit. He follows, though there is an evident frown - pout (but he would never admit that because, Min Yoongi NEVER POUTS! He has an image to uphold!) - on his face. He looks like a kid who just lost their favorite candy.

"Stop looking at me like that. Wouldn't want breakfast turning cold, would we?"

He just huffs, and you chuckle at his childish antics.

"Come on, stop that. Eat. I should be mad at you right now. You promised me you'd wake me up, and we'd make breakfast together, then you'd drive us to work, but you just let me sleep in."

You know you sound childish, but Yoongi's always been the one to wake you up in the mornings, since you're a really heavy sleeper (though he loves to sleep, he's a very light sleeper - since he's very sensitive with noise).

You start acting mad, (not like you can get mad at him anyway), frowning at your plate of food, and he immediately sputters. He grabs your hand, settling you down on his lap, his arms going around your waist.

"Baby... I-I was just fooling around. I'm sorry, okay. You know I really love kissing you.  (5 years in, not once have that changed, and he thinks it will never change sooner, or ever.) And about this morning, you just really looked peaceful sleeping, and you're always tired these days and stressed from work, and from last night - you hit his arm at that - so I figured you'd need more rest. I called Momo to sub for you today, so it's fine."

You stay silent, and he sighs.

"You're not mad, are you? Please don't be mad. Can't have my future wife mad at me, can I?" He sees you fighting off a smile, and proceeds to tickle you,  making you burst out laughing,  squirming from his grip, as he continues to assault your sides.

"Stop... MIN YOONGI STOP!" You squeal, and he stops. Both of you panting, and seemingly out of breath.

"You're not mad anymore, are you?"
You just huff, getting of his lap, but then, he turns your body to him, engulfing you in a hug.

"I love you." He whispers to your ear, kissing the side of your head.

And you really can't help the smile that takes over you lips this time.

"I love you too."