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simple things

Cold guy. Dating a cold guy. That's what friends or relatives will say when they know about me and him. Min Yoongi.

For most of people who didn't know him that well, they'll assume like that as soon as their eyes laid on him but for some others who appreciate him without judging that fast, they have gain my respect.

Even his fans know how he was known as "the cold guy" among the rest when you just started getting to know them but after you know them better, he's the softest.

Yoongi never raises his voice on anyone. We don't ever fight with each other. Of course, it's such a lie if I said we don't have conflicts and argues but he never let me crying to sleep. He will always try his best to solve the problem as soon as they exist.

Yes, he's hard to express his feeling through words but it doesn't matter because his action said it all and I don't need any doubts because trust, commitment and communication always comes first for both of us.

Earlier, he called me asking if I had any plan today and after I said no, he asked me to drop by to his company.

"I want to show you something. Please come by 6." it was such a rare statement coming from him.

Usually Yoongi doesn't like it that much when I visit him in his studio. He doesn't even bother to text back or make a call once he's working and I respect that. Despite that, he still told me his studio password beforehand in case there's emergency and I couldn't be more happier that he trust me that much.

Makes my way to his studio room, I press on the bell instead of enter the password. I don't know what he's doing and it's better to play safe. He was doing a Live earlier and I'm not sure if he has ended or not. Despite dating for almost 2 years, we still being so secretive to public. No one beside company, the members, and some of his and my close friends know about us. So, it's better to be careful.

"Come in." His deep voice woke me up from my daydreams. "Why would you press the bell? You know the password." He opened up the door for me and I noticed he still wear the same black suit that he wears on his Live before. I caught a glimpse of it but didn't manage to watch it all.

"Just being careful." I flash him my sheepish smile and he clear his throat before locked turn around and walk back to his couch. Surprisingly, he looks a little nervous?

"What is it, Yoon? You said you want to show me something?" Excited, I sat beside him while he was playing some random key on his guitar, still avoiding my eyes. "Yoon?" I called him once again and he finally look at my eyes.

"So, you know I've been practicing my guitar, right?" He asked and I nodded, remind me how I always notice the guitar string scars on his hand whenever we holding hands. "And I also practicing my singing, right?" He asked again and I keep doing the same thing and trying to read his body language.

He's nervous. What he's going to do?

"I know I'm not that good yet for both but I want to play this song and sing for you." he what??

I gasp dramatically and he start to whine, "Don't act dramatic now." For someone else, it might come out as rude, but for me, it's just him being him and I know he didn't mean that. He's just shy.

I smile and hold his arms gently. "I would love to listen to it. Play it. Sing it for me." He coughs few times before suit himself holding his guitar.

It hasn't been long since he started but he's progressing so fast. I'm so proud of him, looking at him playing the string so easily.

And it's the simple things you do
I just can't get enough of you
It's that perfume that you wear
And the way you do your hair
That I love so much

And it's the simple things you say
And how in bed we play
It's the way you kiss my cheek
When you think that I'm asleep
I love it so much

The way he sings, my lips couldn't stop grinning. I remember it. I remember the silly me kissing his cheek when I think he was asleep. That still makes me flustered every time he reminded me of it.

"I love you", words I never say
Friends make fun but I tell you every day
Anyway, lately you've been getting me home safely
Wake up, love the coffee that you make me
Ask me how my night was, I like us, it's so easy

And we don't ever fight 'cause
You don't blow up my phone when you're home alone
Assuming that I'm doing what a guy does
Trust, with just the right amount of lust
Even loved by my family, that's a must and fun

Everything we do me and you
My song comes on and you dance and sing too
With the windows down like G's
We don't care who's around or who sees
And everyone is jealous of my ride
Because you're sitting in the passenger side

He's telling our story and I love how he sing-rap the verse. Every lyric he sings remind me of each moment we share together. I didn't expect that he will notice those small things I do for him but I guess maybe I underestimated him a little too much.

Everyday scrubbing it, loving it
Cruisin' freeways in our PJs 'cause that's the fun of it
Unless, you wear that pretty black dress, oh yes
Catch me in a suit so I can look as good as you but I don't
Oh well, with that smile that you wear so well
And the way that you cry in movies
Pass you the ball and you pass it back to me

Beers with the guys ain't nothing
It's your eyes and the simple things
That make this work like it should
When you rock my shirt, oh you look so good
So take my hand and stay as long as you can
With the man that tells all the jokes only you understand
And I promise to be honest if you promise to accomplish love

All we need is love.

He ended it while playing some soothing key and biting his lips out of embarrassment.

"It's really the simple things you notice about me huh? You should've told me that I look good on that black dress, you just hummed and avoid my gaze. Yoon..." I whine and wipe away the tears that unknowingly already exist on my cheek.

"W-why? Why you cried? Yah, it's not even a big deal." He was flustered and half panic seeing my tears. He once mentioned, he hates seeing me cry especially because of him.

"And I thought you hate me stealing your clothes." You hit him lightly, "Now you said I rock your shirt." I laugh a little with hand busily wiping away my tears that show no signs of stopping.

"You understand me. I didn't say anything because I know you can read me, my body language, my mind, my heart. You're the only one who understand my joke and that's enough, love."

Yeah, all we need is love.