Life Is Ecstacy - Yoongi FF

My Story

I wake up the next morning with Yoongi in my arms. Sometime last night, we must have shifted into a position where his head was on my rib cage, just below my chest and his arms clutching my waist.
Lucky for me, it wasn't too cold last night because my top half was not covered by duvet at all.

Yoongi was still sleeping peacefully and I didn't want to wake him, so instead of getting out of bed, I brush his hair lightly, sometimes twisting it carefully in my hand and braiding his soft locks.
He didn't wake up for another twenty minutes when my stomach rumbles to life, signaling that I wanted food.

The rumbling wasn't really that loud but it must have been louder to Yoongi because he shifted slightly, smirking with his eyes closed.
"Are you hungry, Jagiya? If you wanted to eat you should have woken me up~ I have a really good cafe I want to take you to..."

I blush as he starts to lift his head up from my body, changing his stance so that he's hovering over me.
I stutter as I talk, this view and feeling as new to me as the thoughts running around my mind.
"R-right. Sorry, Y-Yoongi, I-I was j-just... Umm..."

He chuckles and kisses my cheek, promptly getting up from the bed.
With his back facing me, he speaks up, a beautiful ring of happiness in his voice.
"Don't worry, darling, I'm just teasing. Get dressed though, I do want to take you out!"

I smile and get up, walking out into my own room and getting dressed as quickly as possible, even breaking open the box that hold my Jordan's. I hadn't even looked at them until now, but they are very comfortable.

I walk out to see Yoongi leaning against the counter top of the kitchen bench, ready to go, holding his keys in his hands.
His eyes gloss over me and I blush slightly with the realisation that he's checking me out. When he finally makes eye contact, he's smirking.
"You're wearing the Jordan's..."

With the little confidence I have I walk closer to him, so close I'm drawing patterns on his chest with my finger smugly.
"Well, what good are they in a box?"

He take my hand off his chest and brings it to his lips, kissing the top of it and working his way up my arm, leaving sweet little sparks of heat along the way until he gets to the string strap on my crop top.
He stops and looks at me, full and genuine admiration in his eyes.
"You look good..."

I blush, not really knowing what to say, but knowing I want to show him just how much I love him, I repay the compliment.
"You look very handsome as well."

He smiles and walks over to the door, holding it open for me and I know that when I go through that door, this is going to be the start of a new relationship with Yoongi, with whole new memories.

***

The day was perfect, he is perfect.

We spent the entire day with our phones at home and he took me to a little cafe, hidden in a downtown allyway.
Then he took me to a market and bought me a new book. He told me that I could write down everything that makes me happy in it and the first thing I did, was write his name.
He then took me for a walk in the park before showing me into a big gallery filled with graffiti done by professionals.
When he asked me were I wanted to eat, though, I said home: with him, nobody else, just us.

And here we are, his arm around my waist as the TV plays the movie Big Hero 6.
Aprapo of nothing, Yoongi reaches over and outs the movie of pause.
I look over at him, questioning and he gives me a sad look.
I instantly get scared and start mentally going through all the reasons why he would tell me he doesn't love me, here and now.

"Y/n?"
He doesn't sound regretful, just a bit forlorn as I nod my head slowly.
"What made you want to jump of that bridge?"

I instantly feel a wave of ice and stone crash over me as I realise what he asking.
My past. My memories. Who I was and who I am today are shaped by all the pain that holds my throat tighter that a boa constricter.
But it necessary for him to know, right? With all the help and love that he's shown me, surly he deserves the truth...