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Happy Together

Jimin-
I woke up on something soft. It's cold, but extremely comfortable. I groan slightly as the sun shines on my face. I sit up, and rub my eyes. I realize I'm no longer in the back of Yoongi's car. It's a hotel room.
Yoongi comes in, he has a plastic sack in his hands. "Oh, good morning," he says. "I bought breakfast." He sets the bag on the bed and pulls out McDonalds breakfast.
"Where are we?" I ask.
"The hotel. We got here at four this morning," he says. He starts to eat a potato triangle. "These are the best thing McDick's makes."
I take a sausage and egg sandwich. "Did you not sleep?" I ask. I feel a little bad. He drove the whole time while I slept, then he drove even more. He didn't even get any pleasure, he fingered me and didn't cum. I'm so fucking selfish.
He shakes his head. "I slept. I just woke up at one because the road was loud and the car was getting cold. So I decided to drive until we got to the hotel. I didn't want your back to hurt. I carried you in here and fell asleep until about an hour ago."
i look at the clock, it reads 12. I kiss him. "Thank you. You're so generous." I cut a piece of pancake with my fork and feed it to him.
"So, what time is the college thing?" Yoongi asks.
I smile. "It's at one. Maybe after we can walk around. Be tourists."
He nods. "I want to take you on a date for dinner."
I grin. "Really? Where?"
"'S surprise."
I pout slightly. "M'kay."
He sighs. "Don't pout, doll. What's the fun in knowing? Just let me treat you."
"You have treated me. So much. You should let me treat you," I say suddenly.
He bites his cheek. "You do. It's different though. I'm happy when you're happy. I don't need special treatment and I don't want to be pampered. But you, however, I want to pamper and spoil you." He feeds me a piece of pancake. "I want you to know that you're my prince."
I giggle. "You're too cheesy." He kisses my nose with sticky lips. "Good." I grunt in disgust and try to wipe the syrup off.
After we get dressed and ready, I call for an Uber. The morning traffic is already bad. Everyone is trying to get somewhere. It doesn't stop Yoongi and I from snapping pictures. We get to Juliards dance campus. It's filled with other people. I look at in in awe. This is where I'll be for the next few years. Yoongi squeezes my hand. We go inside for the orientation.
A few people who are are taking the courses at the university talk to everyone. They tell us what's expected and rules. They talk about performances and what we will be doing in our classes. It ends at 2.30. They let us go to the main hall where tables with food is set up. It's a place to meet other students and make friends.
A few boys end up talking to Yoongi and I. They're all very nice. Yoongi mostly watches. I guess everyone doesn't feel part of the crowd since he isn't going here. I feel bad so I say goodbye to my new friends and we leave.
Yoongi is holding my hand as we walk around it's mostly quiet unless one of us say something about the views. It's comfortable. We tour around New York until six. Yoongi says he made reservations at a food place. He says it's not very formal so we go in the clothes we're wearing.
It's a small restaurant. It's almost like a cafe. We are lead to a table and given menus. I'm way more decisive than Yoongi is. We order drinks and he still doesn't know what he wants. I chose for him and he doesn't complain.
"So, how'd you like the school?" Yoongi asks.
I smile. "It's amazing. I'm so excited to be going. Just think, only five more months."
Yoongi smiles. "Yeah, I hope you have a great time. You'll come visit I hope."
I nod. "Of course. How else is a relationship going to survive."
He nods. "And I'll visit too. I think I like New York."
I smile. "Yeah. You could always live with me."
He shakes his head. "I have to take care of Auntie and Kook."
"I know."
We finally get our food. I must've done a good job because Yoongi eats his quickly. I eat mine slower and so he steals from my plate too. We get a small dessert. It's chocolate covered chocolate cake. He insists on paying, them we go back to our hotel.
I lay on the bed. He lays next to me. I turn towards him. "I feel guilty."
He pulls me towards him. "About what, Baby?"
"Last night. I didn't do anything for you. You didn't get any pleasure."
He scoffs. "Excuse me? I got a ton of pleasure. Having you moaning for me and feeling good is the best." He kisses my neck.
I blush. "Don't, I'm tired."
He laughs. "Okay. Go to sleep baby."
I bury myself into the blankets and his chest. "I love you." I can hear his heart beat rise. "I love you too."