we don't talk together

11 - Breakfast in Saturday Morning

Y/n POV
The sun finds its way to wake me up through the curtains. Not fully awake, I tried to gather up my sense back before I decide to wake up and get ready for work. When I'm about to move, I can feel a huge strong-arm above my waist keeping me in place. That's when I come to the realization, that I wasn't sleeping on my own bed.

His face was only a few centimeters away from mine. He looks like a baby, sleeping so peacefully with mouths slightly opens. I find it cute. If you wonder what we're doing last night, Nah, we didn't do anything you're imagining. After our long talks, we called it a day and went straight to bed. He lends me one of his oversize tees and shorts so I could sleep in comfy clothes. We cuddled while having a few pillow talks until both of us fell asleep.

He opens his eyes slowly, caught me staring.

"Good morning." He smiles.

"Morning." I return his smile and he pulls me closer, hands still around my waist. He sniffs my hair.

"You smell good."

"Thank you." I mumbled on his chest. "But I gotta get ready for work now." He let go of the hug.

"Do you really have to? This early?"

"Mmm yeah, I have to get back to my apartment and get ready."

"Why not here?" He furrowed.

"What do you mean?" I'm confused.

"Just...get ready here, take a bath, do your makeups and all right here. Here." Alright, now I got it.

"I don't have clean clothes, Yoongi."

"I've got a bunch of clothes you could wear. You know, just wear it as a teenager dressed nowadays. Oversized boyfriend shirt style something." I smiled a little when I hear the word 'boyfriend', and he caught me, again.

"What? I am your boyfriend, right? Wait..." He pretends to think so hard while putting his hands on his lips. Damn, that's sexy. "I am not your boyfriend, I am your man. We're adults now." I giggle and kiss the tip of his nose.

In fact, this happens almost every morning now. Almost like a routine now. I would stay up at his place, for so many times. He rarely stays the night at the dorms now. I kinda feel bad to his boys, but he said I don't have to worry. He said, at this point, the boys might already guess what's happening because this was unlike him. He also said that Namjoon will make them understand. Wait, did he told Namjoon about us or what?

He might be busy, almost all the time, but he tries his best to give his time for me. There was one time where he thought that I'm mad because he was abandoning my text for more than 12 hours and got all panicked because I didn't answer his call. Just to found out later that I was falling asleep. He was more paranoid and sensitive.

I have told him that it was okay. He could not texts me for a week and I'm gonna be okay with it, as long as he told me the reason. I told him that we're adults now, we got our own different jobs. I assure him that I will always try to understand his job and all his hectic schedule. Years ago, I'm already getting used to him being busy working triple part-time jobs, I guess there's not much different now.

Every time he felt that way, I would always find myself cuddled him to sleep. Not only because of us, I finally experienced his other side when his anxiety crawling up to his mind. I'm so glad that he called me and ask the help from me because even when I'm miles apart, I would drive straightaway to his direction to hold him captively close so that he could feel better.

I have never been happier. I just love him so much.

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It was another regular morning to be spent with him, but this time, it's the weekend.  Saturday morning is a rare occasion we could spend together since both of us was always too busy to catch up with our own jobs.

I woke up earlier to make him some breakfast. I almost run out of ideas of what should I cook for him. I kinda feel insecure every time I cook for him because he cooked way better than me and I admit it for good. But anyway, he keeps eating my dish though.

An idea pops up in my head. Strawberry pancakes with maple syrup should be nice and easy to make, right? As I whisk the dough and put it on the pan, I could hear a footstep getting closer heading to my direction.

I greet him. "You're awake?" He kisses the top my head quicks and answers with a quick hum and sits down on one of the stools.

"Is that pancakes?" I look back to him and smile lifting my brows.

It's all set. I served it to him after pouring some strawberries and maple syrup on top of it. And he looks like this when I bring the plate to him:

"You look like a mess." I said while putting down the pancakes to his side. "You still love me anyway so it doesn't matter."

"Tsk. You're right." We were hungry after last night's session doing God-knows-what. It was exhausting.

"It's weekend, both of us are staying, right?" I look up to his sudden words. "Hm? Yeah, I guess. I have no plans for today, why?"

"What about Netflix and Chill with me? Or we could also do workouts together, or play some Xbox or some other games where I could beat you numerous time, or play with my musical instruments around here, or just cuddle all day, I don't know."

I smiled wryly. I find it's cute how this time he gives me a lot of choices. He let me decide, he always asks for my opinion and somehow, that makes me feel beyond special.

It's been almost a month now we've been doing these whole new routines. Never even once we spent our times outside, other than his apartment. It's not like he wants me to lock myself in here, it's because I simply don't wanna take any risk of being exposed. Even though he said that he won't care about his reputation, but I can't do that. I can't risk it. That really scares me. Eventually, he understands. We just gotta keep it lowkey.

And so I answered to him, "Anything, Yoongi. We could do anything. We have the whole day."  And so that's how he carries me bridal style and bring me back to our room. Doing whatever you might think we'd do.

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A/n: I wonder did you play the song I'm putting on almost every part while reading the stories?