Me and Yoongi wake up around noon. I'm basically laying on top of him. He opens his eyes right after I open mine. He pulls me on top now and kisses me gently. He's so sweet. I love him. But I look around and instead of finding BTS, I find a note. It's on the rug and I read it. It says they're out eating but they'll be back soon. I then read it to Yoongi.
"So we have the house to ourselves. I just want to spend some time with you. Not fuck time, but real time. I'm gonna take a shower, but I'll be back soon, okay?" he says.
"Okay," I say smiling as he pecks me on the lips.
"I love you," he says walking to the bathroom.
"I love you too," I says, meaning it with all of my heart and soul.
He winks at me, then goes to the bathroom. A minute or two later and I hear the water running. I love him so much. I can't even put it into words or thoughts. He isn't perfect, but it doesn't matter. We're both imperfect together, and that in and of itself is perfect. I feel like I can tell him anything. Oh no. I do feel like I can tell him anything. It just hit me like a truck. I'm gonna end up telling him if I stay here. I have to go. I rush into my room. I change my clothes, putting on some skinny jeans, Vans high tops, a black t-shirt, and I steal Yoongi's leather jacket that's laying on my floor. I throw my shoulder length hair into a ponytail and pack a small bag. It has clothes, deodorant, toothbrush and tooth paste, other hygiene products, and a photograph of me and the boys. I just ripped it off the wall. It was when we all went to the beach together. Yoongi has a real and genuine smile on his face. These people are my world. And sometimes, the things you love the most are better off if you leave. I start crying. All of it fits into my black backpack. I shrug it on my back, and almost run to the front door. The water just stopped which means Yoongi will be out in any minute. I blow one kiss towards him, hoping he can feel my love through the bathroom walls, and then I go out the front door. I accidentally leave the front door cracked, but I don't have time to close it. I hear Yoongi calling my name in the house from all the way out on the sidewalk and I run as fast as I can down the street, turning the corner just as the front door opens. He didn't see me, but I saw him. His face is undescribable. He looked so scared for me. He probably thought I was taken again. The tears keep flowing. I keep running and don't stop. I need to get to the airport before I change my mind.
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His Toy
Fiksi PenggemarM.Y.G. *Partial Smut* "Somehow Toy, you keep getting taken from me," he growls, angry with himself for letting it happen so much. "And somehow Daddy, you love me enough to keep saving me," I whisper in his ear. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon...
