social media for dummies ; a yoonnie fic

midnight 3/16/2019

I ran towards his dorm as fast as I could as soon as he called me.

I knew he wanted my forgiveness.

What I didn't know is what I really wanted.

But I can't stop thinking about him. Wanting him. Loving him.

Especially after Chaeyoung found Jimin chewing on another woman's face, I can't lose Yoongi to someone like that. I'm not willing to risk that with him because for the longest time, he was the love of my life— still is. Thinking about it is different from seeing it.

I was huffing and puffing with the dangers of getting caught so late.

"Baby, why are you crying?" He asked me when I called with my heart on my sleeve and hiccups escaping my lips. He never just called. He always needed to see me first. No matter how I looked. "Jennie."

"Chaeyoung's crying again." I mumbled as I held my phone at a distant angle in my room's darkness. "I'm just sad for her."

"Jennie..."

"No don't defend him." I begged in a hushed tone knowing the other crying woman's room was just next door. "I just want to hear you. You always knew how to make me feel better."

He hummed dropping his phone to turn on the light by his bedside, letting Jin know he was on the phone with me. I can hear a faint hum before he lifted his phone up so I can see him.

"Come here. I want to see you in person." He told me quietly knowing his hyung was still trying to sleep across from him.

I fiddled with my bedsheet wiping at my remaining tears. "Is it wrong that I still miss you?"

"Everything about us is wrong, Jennie." He said strictly, a tone with him I was so used to getting disappointed with. "But we can make things right."

"Will Jin be okay if I slept over?" I asked hugging my blanket tightly out of nervousness, the giddiness of talking to him again as if I just met him and fell for him like the first. "I want to go.. and be with you for a little."

"Just," he sighed not out of frustration. He sounded like he was relieved. After something that he's been dying for. "Be careful."

"Okay.."

In no time, I was in front of his townhome's gate requesting at the entrance and he approached me instead of opening the gate from the comfort of his home.

He wanted to see me. Just as much as I did.

I threw my arms around his neck as he buried himself so far into me as if he was about to lose me another time. As unassuring as that seems, I loved this feeling of him so close to me that I couldn't let go either. I didn't even know if it was possible to tighten the embrace but I did. His smell was enough, his touch was enough, he is so much it was far more than enough.

My hands frantically weaved in his hair as his arms curved around my waist so tightly I was slightly lifted up in my place.

"I love you." He reminded me as if the cold weather around us wasn't unbearable. Probably should've put more than just a thin sweater on, not gonna lie. "I'm sorry, baby."

"I love you." I pulled away finding his face in the palm of my hand. So chubby, so real.

My Yoongi.

"Fuck, can we go inside?" He scowled looking at the invisible breeze from the other side of us. "My dick's about to fall off."

I chuckled rubbing my somehow warmer hands on the base of cold pale neck. "Mm."

He bear hugged me from behind as we trudged a block towards his townhouse that was stupidly at the end of the lot. He informed me to keep my voice down as he snuck me in taking me to his studio where he had a lock unlike his shared bedroom.

Now Min Yoongi is a tsundere man. He hated showing any kind of affection and it was a rare occurrence to see him adore me the way he was now. Devoted, was a better word for how it felt like.

He was colder than I was but he wrapped the fuzzy throw blanket over my tinier body and pressed my face together with it. I immediately pulled him in, finding his eyes and forehead as soon as he gave in. My hands went back to his fatty cheeks and caressed them with tenderness, not knowing how long I'll have him for again. We'd have broken up multiple times in the past, for only days. This was the first break up that lasted months on end that felt like years. And I just wanted to make up for the time I lost him— when he wasn't mine.

His lips grazed my own, his hot breath heating me up instantly. I wrapped my thin arms around his even thinner waist pulling him closer to me as I initiated our first lip lock of the year basically. He groaned against me as I starved for him even when his lips and body were already mine. He lifted me up easily as he shut off the lights and brought us to his futon that was already premade. My body caved into his as if it were meant to be there, lips locked and hands intertwined underneath the fuzzy blanket.

He pulled back giving me small kisses anywhere but my lips.

"I love you." He repeated over and over again. "God, you were mine before I even knew it."

I smiled against him, breathing in his admiration, touching him like he was the most important object in my life cause he is. "My Yoongi."

"Promise me," he held onto my hand like he did when we would go on dates, sit in his car, lay in his bed. "Promise me no matter how bad our fights get, we'd be back here somehow someday."

"Is that a proposal, Min Yoongi?"

"My love for you is not a proposal." He hummed kissing me again lovingly. "My love for you is a sincere way of handcuffing you to my wrist without a key."

"You are my one and only." I reminded him. "Not even the girls can replace my love for you."