The Getaway

By some miracle, Yoongi never found out about your little adventure that night.

You barely made it to arrive home before he did, and he was too exhausted and distraught to notice that you were welcoming him with the same outfit you wore when you left home that day to visit him in his office.

The next day, Yoongi appeared to be agitated. While he refused to share what was bothering him, Yoongi still chose to spend the day by staying home with you, keeping his promise to make up for cancelling the lunch date and for leaving right after dinner the night before.

He did as much as he could to hide it, to show that he was all in to enjoy his time alone with you. Yet you could still tell that something was bothering him.

You kept finding him getting lost in his own world whenever he thought you wouldn't notice, like how he fell silent when he sat down with you during mealtime or when he had a faraway look in his eyes while you were watching a movie together in the TV room.

His puzzling mood and actions didn't stop there.

Yoongi continued to become distant for the next few days after that little break. His working hours grew longer, and while it never stopped him from sparing a few minutes to greet you warmly with a smile and soft kisses on your cheeks each time he came home from work, you could feel his exhaustion surging heavily through his body whenever you were with him.

Something was happening. You could feel it.

Your curiosity about what he was hiding and concern over Yoongi's well-being are starting to take over your mind, pushing away any thought you had of your secret meeting with Jungkook and the hacker. You know that there are still some questions that need to be answered, and there are things that you need to do to help your new friends, but you have become more fixated on finding out what was wrong with your husband to do your part of the deal.

When Friday night came after seeing no change in Yoongi's actions, you decided to get your answers.

So you prepared dinner and waited for him to return home from work, hoping that sitting down with him with a home-cooked meal would eventually help him to open up about what had been troubling him for days. Only for Yoongi to steal that chance and beat you up to it by expressing his wishes instead.

By asking you to pack up your things without giving you any chance to question him about it.

"Why don't we go away this weekend? Just the two of us. Let's have our honeymoon a bit early and go far away where we don't have to worry about work, or our meddling families, and enjoy our time together. We can leave early morning tomorrow, I can take a week's leave so we can have a long break and we'll return the next weekend so we can both have some time to recuperate before going back to our daily routine."

The sudden offer had sounded so silly. Yet Yoongi still made it happen when the next day came, and you find yourself sitting by his side in his fancy private jet, heading to a location somewhere across the globe which Yoongi still keeps as a secret.

"It's supposed to be a surprise, remember? Somehow, I have a feeling that you'll absolutely love it once we're there," was all that he said to you before the plane departed, when you tried to ask him about the destination and how long the flight would be.

So you are left with no other choice but to relax during the flight, and enjoy a moment of calmness, where you are able to forget for a moment about all the turmoil you are leaving behind.

The same cannot be said about Yoongi, however. The man may seem calm, but you can feel his facade slipping away within the first hour of your flight. You keep finding him getting lost in his thoughts, sometimes looking far away in his silence. Other times, he is tense, as if the weight of his responsibility still follows him wherever he goes.

But for some reason, even while his mind is busy wandering somewhere else, Yoongi continues to hold your hand in his. As if your touch serves as an anchor keeping him in the present. You turn to look at him when he starts rubbing his thumb at the back of your hand absentmindedly while his eyes are looking straight into space. There is no distress written on his face, but you can still sense the turmoil circling inside his head, coming out of him in waves despite his silence.

"Yoongi," you carefully whisper to get his attention, your heart sinking when you realise that you aren't succeeding.

Whatever it is that's been weighing his mind is too strong for you to break.

Refusing to give up, you give it another try. You carefully lace your fingers through his, while placing your free hand on top of his, engulfing his hand with your touch, and quietly watch in fascination as his jaw slowly relaxes and the constricted lines on his face begin to soften upon the contact of your skin.

"Yoongi—"

This time, your voice manages to pull him back, away from his thoughts. He blinks his eyes slowly and lets out a soft sigh before he then turns to look at you, a thin, regretful smile plastered on his face.

"Yes, sweetheart," he murmurs, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ignore you." Tightening his hold on your hand, he brings it to his lips for a kiss. "Something wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Tired? Bored?"

Laughing softly, you merely shake your head. "I'm the one who should be asking you," you say this while stroking the back of his hand. "Something has been bothering you lately, hasn't it? You've been so distant, and I'm not just talking about today."

Yoongi's gaze softens when he smiles, yet it doesn't seem enough to hide the way he grows tense the moment you bring up the way he has been acting lately. Instead of answering you, he brings your hand up once again to his lips, turning it over so he can kiss your wrist this time.

"Forgive me if I haven't been paying much attention to you," he apologises, "It was never my intention to make you feel neglected. There are just some work matters that I still can't get my mind off, but I promise to focus on you—on us—and our time together once we land."

Looking into his eyes, an indescribable wave of emotion runs through you. Before you realise what you are doing, you reach up to cup his cheek with your free hand, brushing his skin gently while keeping your gaze locked on his.

"What is it? Does it have anything to do with our sudden honeymoon?" you tentatively ask him, as you are still wondering why he suddenly chose to whisk you away from home when he was supposed to be dealing with such important matters at work. "You know that you can talk to me about anything, don't you?"

Yoongi remains quiet for a moment, simply looking back into your eyes as if he is trying to read your mind. Then a sigh slips out of his lips and you can feel him slowly relaxing. "I know," he says with a small smile. "But I can't let it get in the way of us enjoying our time together. I will share with you everything once we get back from our trip. For now, I just want to focus on our honeymoon and not think of anything else."

There is something that he is not telling you, that much is clear, judging from his response. Yet you realise that there is nothing that you can do to force the truth out of him. Not at this moment, at least, when you still need to win his trust.

"All right, if that's what you think would be best," you respond to him with a smile. "It's just that I hate seeing you looking so troubled these days. It makes me worried when I have no idea how to help."

Your words render him silent. For a brief moment, time seems to stop. Neither of you makes a move to look away, keeping your eyes locked with one another while your hands are still entwined—as if neither of you is willing to break this moment. Then, without saying a word, Yoongi suddenly begins to lean forward, getting closer and closer, not stopping until your lips come together in a soft, hesitant kiss.

The touch of his lips feels gentle and cautious against yours, but you can feel something else emerging as you slowly return the kiss—a feeling of longing. He doesn't give you any chance to react to it or get a grasp of what it is that you are feeling when he suddenly pulls away before the kiss gets any deeper.

"Try to rest," he whispers against your lips, and then briefly returns to leave a chaste kiss that steals your voice when you try to speak. "You'll need it, as we won't be landing until at least seven more hours."

Still speechless and nearly breathless from the kiss, you can only nod your head to respond. Yoongi kisses the back of your hands before letting you go, allowing you to lean back in your seat so you can find a way to relax through the rest of the flight.

"You should rest too. You've been working too hard lately," you softly murmur to him as your eyes begin to grow heavy, which Yoongi only responds to with a gentle kiss on your temple.

"I will," he says, murmuring against your skin. The simple gesture brings more warmth to your chest that makes you feel like you are wrapped under a fuzzy blanket, warm and comfortable enough that it doesn't take long before you are pulled into a deep slumber.

It isn't until a short moment before the pilot announces that the plane is about to land when Yoongi wakes you up with another kiss on your temple.

You feel slightly lethargic when you force your eyes open, but you soon find yourself awake when you look out the window and see the warm sunlight filtering through the window and the wonderful sight of the clear blue ocean spread down below. Soon after, the plane lands smoothly, and you step out of the aircraft while embracing the warm breeze welcoming you, elevating the warmth that you still feel inside your chest.

It was a short few hours before dawn even arrived when you first boarded the private jet, and the sky was still dark in Seoul when the plane took off. With the time difference, you are welcomed by the afternoon sun that feels heavenly on your skin and body after being stuck on such a long flight.

But it's the excitement you feel after finding out where you are that elevates your joy further, causing Yoongi to laugh when you let out a joyful squeal upon stepping onto the tarmac.

"Surprise," he says with a deep chuckle. The relieved look on his face becomes a welcome change after the tense and agitated look that he has been wearing since you left home. Seeing it only adds to the joy you feel as you look around.

"How did you know?" you question him as you cling onto his arm when he begins to escort you towards the car waiting at the side of the tarmac. "Either you've been reading my mind, or you've been stalking my browser history. I've always wanted to go to the Maldives."

Yoongi merely listens to you rambling happily with a smile on his face. Opening the car door for you, he turns to look at you and says, "I have my ways to find out everything about you, love."

As the car takes you away across the island, heading straight to the resort where you will be staying this weekend with your husband, you cannot resist looking out the window to enjoy the beautiful view—the blue sky above that is slowly turning into a warmer hue as the day is closing to its end, the beautiful scenery appearing around you, and the sight of the clear blue ocean peeking from the distance, with its clear waves and the spread of white sand.

You are so in awe with what you see that you don't realise how hard you are clutching Yoongi's hand which he has resting on your lap.

But the beauty that you witness along the way is nothing compared to what is waiting for you at your final destination—the private resort that Yoongi had prepared for this honeymoon trip.

The private resort villa is part of a villa complex located right up on a small hill at the end of the road. A familiar-looking family emblem marks its front gate, adjoined by a different emblem that you assume to be something that belongs to the resort.

Entering the lavish property, you are presented with more exquisite sights appearing around you. But you pay little attention to the small villas and bungalows that the car passes by as it drives further into the property, until your eyes are drawn to the beautiful structure rising between the green hedges and trees, right at the end of the brightly paved driveway—a white-shingled cabin standing against a small rocky cliff, set facing what seems to be a secluded beach at its front, further away from the beach connected to the other villas within the property.

The car drives into the private lane leading towards the villa, before stopping right in front of it, where young gentlemen wearing suits with the same emblem that you saw at the front gate imprinted on their pockets.

As you step out of the car and walk up the front landing, your gaze moves towards the set of double doors at the front which is wide open, giving you a clear view across the living space inside. From here, you can see all the way to the glass doors at the back that show you a sweeping 180-degree view of the private beach and clear blue ocean, all for the two of you to savour.

"I take it this place is yours?" you whisper to Yoongi the moment he joins you.

Your husband simply grins, before taking your hand and slipping it around his elbow so he can escort you into the villa while the staff members are taking care of your luggage.

"In a way, it is. One of our branch companies runs this resort together with a local magnate who is a close affiliate of ours. He owns the land on which the resort is built, while we own the majority of the business," Yoongi calmly explains as he takes you into the villa, "This villa, specifically, is part of the property that personally belongs to me."

Surprised, you turn to look at Yoongi with wide eyes, while he simply chuckles. "I'm serious. Made it official the first week after our wedding, right after I made up my mind to take you to this place the moment I'd have the chance to."

Laughing softly, you shake your head at him in disbelief. "How charming," you gently tease him, while trying to remain composed despite your astonishment at knowing how far Yoongi would be willing to go just to please you.