just one day

49.

"so I was thinking before graduation come, we go on a trip" Yoongi says making conversation as he was lying down and I was picking out an outfit to wear to school tomorrow.

"A trip?" I ask in the closet.

"Yeah. A trip. Like a getaway from all this. Just you and me. Us two. How does that sound?" He asks facing the television.

But I could promise you he wasn't watching the television.

"It sounds like a pre-honeymoon to me" I say looking over to him as he stared my body down.

"And what's so wrong with that?" He asks trying to get my opinion.

"Nothing. It just means we'd have lots and lots of sex" I smirk.

"Well, the doctor did say that it would safe and healthier not only for the baby but as well as your body if we had sex" he says.

"Mhm" I say causing him to grin.

"Think about it, me and you. In the city of love, sounds perfect right?" He asks getting my attention.

I turn facing him completely forgetting about my outfit for tomorrow.

City of Love?

"Paris?" I ask softly.

He nods smiling, I bit my lip to hide the smile at wanted to appear. I've never been to Paris before, hell I've never been pregnant or engaged to a rich guy before so that makes a lot of first.

He climbs out of bed approaching the closet, blocking the doorway causing me to turn my attention back to my outfit.

I placed the dress up against my chest to imagine how it would look on me.

"so?" He asks I'm assuming wanting my answer immediately.

"so" I trailed off responding.
He walks up behind, pulling my waist back towards him. I try to distract myself with the clothing in front of me.

"It'll be fun"

"I have finals" I tell him.

"You can take them before we leave" he says.

"I don't think I can take them early"

"Then make them up when we get back" he says having an answer for everything.

"Black or White?" I asked him.

"Huh?" He asks in confusion looking up in the mirror.

"The shirt, Yoongi"

I watch as he takes the hanger out of my hand and tosses it to the other side of the closet, he turns me around causing me to have no other choice but to look at him.

"Why do I feel like you don't want to go?" He asks. I sigh, wrapping my arms around his neck and shoulders looking up at him.

"It's not that. It's just a lot of things are going on right now. You know with school ending soon, you graduating... us moving in together... you taking over the company... it's a lot" I tell him.

"I know and that's why I want us to take a weekend off. Go off the radar, no work, no friends, no drama... just us" he explains.

The truth was I was trying everything I could not to go on this trip. Because for me, it may be a get away for a couple. But for him, it could be a distraction.

To distract me from finding out the truth, from finding out whatever he was hiding from me.

The more and more I waited, the more and more I became anxious. Wondering if this was a way for him to feel less guilty for what ever he did, or what ever he's going to do,