Borahae (BTS reverse harem)✔️

So What

There's a team dinner party scheduled for our last day in LA to celebrate a successful US promotional tour. The talk shows, the radio interviews, the photoshoots, the constant filming, and the fan meeting are all behind us and we have an afternoon to pack before the get-together tonight then an early morning flight. And honestly, I'm excited to get back to Seoul. The States just doesn't feel like home anymore. Maybe because I found my home in seven men who never fail to make me feel cherished and safe. And my heart belongs wherever they are.

I'm sitting on the floor of JK's bedroom, folding my clothes to set inside my suitcase, when I get an unexpected visitor.

"Need help?"

I look up at Yoongi and smile, so insanely smitten by just the sound of his deep voice. I'm just about done but I nod anyway, excited to have his company.

"You're already finished?" I ask with a small, envious frown.

"Yeah. Not much to pack...just my equipment."

Yoongi, as well as many of the other guys, travel with their computers and production equipment so they can work between appearances. However, hardly any of them utilized much of their free time to work on unscheduled projects. I hope I didn't distract them, although it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. They work too hard.

He eases down onto the ground with me and stretches out his legs. "How are you?" He asks pensively. "You know...since yesterday?"

They'd all been pretty cautious with me at first, wondering if I'd still be heated after my run-in with Jasmine. I hate the thought of them walking on eggshells as if I'm some hothead who can't control her emotions. So I made it a point to prove to them I was fine. After explaining the situation and who Jasmine was, they all understood why I saw red when she hit on Jungkook. And JK felt pretty damn flattered that I was ready to throw hands for him. Honestly, I would do that for any of them, and it's not because they don't make me feel secure. I just know what we all have is incredibly special and I'm willing to fight for it, something I've never experienced with anyone...ever.

"I'm good, Yoongs. Still don't feel great about making a scene though. Are you sure the optics aren't too bad?"

He shakes his head. "No. And who cares? She was wrong. You weren't."

"I know. I just don't want to embarrass you."

He makes a face, scrunching his nose, then pats his lap. I toss the shirt I'm folding without a second thought then straddle his thighs, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"You don't know how proud I am to be with you," he says, searching my face with dark, keen eyes. "You could never embarrass me. I'm honored that you're mine."

"You are?" I ask just above a whisper. Yoongi is always very intentional with his words. He doesn't say things he doesn't mean and he shoots straight. So to hear him say that I'm his...? Tears sting the back of my eyes.

He nods. "I don't want you to stop being you just to fit our lives. I like you how you are. And I like how I feel when you're around."

I smile before leaning forward to kiss his lips. It's intended to be sweet and short but Yoongi captures my waist with a hand, pressing the small of my back to hold me to his body. He nibbles my bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth before sweeping his tongue against mine. He feels so good beneath me yet he is in absolute control. I don't think Yoongi even realizes the effect his kisses have on me.

"Violet..." he murmurs against my skin as his lips slide down my throat.

"Yeah?" I gasp.

He licks along my collarbone. "I need to tell you something."