The Secret Between Two [A Min Yoongi ff]

You didn't tell me...

The sun was up and blinded my eyes once I woke up. I blinked a couple of times and yawned, turning my head to read the time on the analog clock. *9:30am* I sighed and cursed my early bird self.

Finally being awake enough to gather my surroundings, I pushed the blanket off of me and sat up. I wondered why I was naked and why the room was all hot, stuffy and smelled like sex.

"OMG! WE FUCKED!" I yelled when I realized why the room smelled like sex and why I was naked.

I turned around quietly to see if I had woken up Yoongi, and to my surprise I didn't.

So I sighed in relief and took to Twitter, which I haven't been active on since the day Yoongi asked me out, and posted showing off my beautiful love bites he gave me.

I sighed and lied back down on the bed and replayed last nights events in my head. I became all giddy remembering how good everything felt.

After reminiscing, I turned and rolled over to Yoongi who was facing me, curled up on the left side of the bed. I smiled to myself and and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. He then stirred and opened his sleepy eyes.

"Good morning Yeobo," he yawned.

"Good morning Yoongi," I replied giggling at him.

He then placed a chaste kiss onto my lips and pulled me close.

"I don't know how or why I stayed away for that long but...you felt really good around me. Thank you for being my first," he said softly.

"Its ok Yoongi-ah, you weren't ready and I was willing to wait till the end of time for you."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

And he kissed me, all over my face, hands holding onto my waist and turned us over till I was on my back and he was hovering me.
"Beautiful," he would repeat in between kissing me.

"As much as I want to stay here, I would love to go shower, we reek of sex," I said pushing on his chest slightly, preventing him from kissing me once more.

He nodded and got off of the bed, reaching his hand out for me to grab, and once I did he pulled me off the bed and we made our way to the shower.

After the shower I opened all the windows in the room and threw the sheets and blankets into the washer to clean them. I placed clean ones on the bed and and sat down waiting for Yoongi to go start making breakfast for the both of us.

A quiet morning that was. No talking, only if it was necessary like when I was asked what kind of cheese I wanted in my omelet or to pass him the plates.

The sizzle of the omelets on the stove and the sounds of us chewing was enough sound between us. We were good like that, comfortable enough to appreciate each other without talking.