The Getaway

While Yoongi remains on the ground floor to tend to the attendant who came by from the resort's management to greet him, you follow a friendly female staff as she escorts you to your bedroom—the honeymoon suite placed on the second floor. A pair of French wooden doors similar looking to the one you saw at the front entrance of the villa welcomes you. The female staff gently opens the doors widely for you to enter.

"Your bags and belongings should be sent up in a moment," she says with a smile, and you briefly share your gratitude for her service.

Soon, the female staff leaves you be, allowing you the chance to take a closer look at the interiors and the beautiful view outside through the glass doors. Drawn by the scenery, you walk across the private seating area and open the glass doors to reach the balcony.

This part of the villa is set facing straight towards the ocean. Without stepping out onto the balcony, you already get a clear view of the clear waters and the contrasting sight of the warm afternoon sky with the receding golden sun reflected on the ocean.

Down below, you can see the crashing waves reaching out onto the spread of white sand below, the melodic sound of the waves feels calming to your ears and it feels soothing just by listening to it. Breathing in the scent of the ocean, you look far ahead, catching the shadows of sailboats bobbing in the distance.

How peaceful, you wonder, as you lean against the doorway.

A serene feeling surges through you as you continue to watch the beautiful scenery before you in awe, all while doing your best to look anywhere but the queen-sized bed that fills the other side of the suite, dominating the space that it makes you flustered even when you only get to look at it through the adjoining balcony doors.

Trying not to think much of it, you close your eyes and enjoy the rhythmic sound of the waves coming from below. A deep exhale of breath escapes your lips at the sense of calmness that warms your chest. But then your brief moment of peace and quiet is broken when you sense a movement coming from behind you.

Turning around, you find Yoongi standing in the middle of the living room, right in the middle of shrugging off his suit jacket, showing hints of the faint ripples of his back muscles through the white T-shirt that he has been wearing underneath. You find yourself getting captivated by his movement, unable to tear your eyes away from him, not even when he looks over his shoulder to catch your gaze.

"Like what you see?" he asks with a sick playful grin on his face, causing your cheeks to grow warm.

Giving him a bashful smile, you lightly shake your head. "If you're talking about the scenery, then yes, I do like what I'm seeing."

Your response earns a deep chuckle from Yoongi. You can also hear him humming in a teasing tone before saying, "Of course, you do. But you do know that I don't mind showing you more if you'd like."

Hearing this makes your cheeks grow even warmer. Instead of answering him, you simply reach out your hand to him. "It's warm out here, and the breeze is really refreshing. Join me?"

With a smile on his face, Yoongi tosses his jacket away onto the sofa and walks over. He takes your hand as he joins you out on the balcony, his warmth and the musky scent of his cologne envelope you as he pins you against the railing, holding you close from behind.

You are quite sure that by standing in this position, he would be able to feel and hear the way your heart is racing in your chest. And there is no doubt that he can easily catch your gaze as you are continuously drawn towards the sight of the bed that is visible through the adjacent windows, the scattered petals of white roses spread on top of its cover clearly seen from where you are, a welcome treat from the resort meant for you and your husband.

"I can sleep in another room if you are uncomfortable about sharing the bed," Yoongi whispers, confirming your thoughts about him catching your straying wary gaze.

"It's fine. There's really no need for you to do such a thing," you answer with a soft whisper, as you already have your mind made up about the sleeping arrangement. Resting your hand over his strong arm that is wrapped around your waist, you glance over your shoulder to say, "I don't think it'll be a good idea to spend our honeymoon in separate rooms. Weren't you the one who wished for our marriage to proceed just like anyone else's?"

A wry, yet somewhat warm, smile rises on Yoongi's face. "You're right. That's exactly what I proposed for us," he says with a soft hum.

He falls silent for a brief moment, thinking deeply, while you relish the warmth that he is giving you as he tightens his hold around your waist. Just as you are beginning to get lost in the moment, Yoongi gently turns you around until you are facing him.

"I want to apologise once again for not paying much attention to you for the past few days. I've promised to take care of you, and yet—" He sighs, looking troubled as he reflects on the way he has been acting lately, "Seems like I've been neglecting you instead due to having my mind filled with problems at work."

You tilt your head, feeling even more curious that you cannot help but ask him again, "Is that the reason why you decided to fly me all the way to this place all of a sudden? To make it up?"

He lets out a soft chuckle. "That was partly my intention. But most of all, I just wanted to spoil you in every way that I could. You deserve it."

Ignoring the flutters rising in your chest, you reach up to cup his cheeks. "You've done so much for me already, Yoongi," you whisper softly, almost failing to speak at all with how much your own words are weighing down your chest. "You've taken care of me so well, I'm not even sure I can allow myself to ask for anything else when I haven't done much in return."

"Well, actually—" he starts to speak, yet stops himself before he can say more. Smiling to himself, he only shakes his head and says, "Never mind. Just don't think that you can't ask anything from me. Remember that, okay?"

"Yeah, all right. I'll remember," you promise him with a small voice, his kindness only driving the guilt residing in your chest to bury itself deeper. But your answer seems to be enough for him, as Yoongi lets out a soft sigh and leans down to kiss your lips.

Unlike the gentle, tentative kiss that he gave you back when the flight had just recently taken off and the chaste kisses he kept teasing you with during the rest of the long flight, this kiss quickly grows deeper. His lips linger just a bit longer on yours, swallowing the sound of your soft gasps, while his hands reach down to your waist, catching you just as your body starts to sway.

He pulls you in until you are pressed against his chest, catching you by surprise. He uses the brief moment when he finds your walls crumbling, too caught off guard to keep it up, and grazes your bottom lip with his tongue, asking for permission from you to let him in. With a moan, you part your lips for him, giving him the chance to deepen the kiss. He presses harder against your lips before his tongue slips in, brushing itself against yours. You return his kiss by sucking on his soft lips, drawing a soft, deep moan from him, before he slowly pulls away.

Your head is spinning, and both of you are breathless when you come apart. The sound of your racing heartbeat blocks everything else around you, though you can still feel the way his chest trembles with each deep breath he takes.

Yoongi closes his eyes briefly, taking a moment to catch his breath before he softly whispers against your lips, "Why don't you go freshen up and get some rest while you can? I'm sure you're still tired from the long flight."

His words are sweet, yet you are having trouble focusing on what he is saying when he remains close, his nose grazing on yours as he speaks, "I'm going to go back downstairs for a little bit and see if I can have our dinner sent a bit earlier, and maybe ask for some wine too to help us loosen up. What do you think?"

Shaking your head, you force yourself to focus. With a smile, you brush your lips across his jawline and leave a soft kiss on his lips. "Okay," you whisper to him, before taking a step back from his embrace, forcing him to reluctantly let you go.

With a small smile on his face, he nods and turns away to leave the honeymoon suite, leaving you standing hazily on the balcony with the warmth of his kiss still lingering on your lips.

The rest of the day flows and ends too quickly.

Once the two of you were done settling in, Yoongi took you strolling down the beach that was connected to the other part of the resort area to enjoy the view of the sunset. He also shared everything about the resort—how his company became affiliated with the owners of the property, and how he managed to strike the deal to build the resort and then run the business together with the locals.

By the time the sky began to grow darker, Yoongi had the staff set up a dinner table for two on the balcony of your suite so you could enjoy the evening view while savouring the simple meal that had been prepared for you.

The food was marvellous, yet you quickly traded your second glass of wine with a cup of camomile tea to help you relax after the long journey while he settled with a glass of malt whisky.

Soon, the night comes, and everything you have done all afternoon to ignore the large bed waiting in the bedroom suite becomes futile. Although your uneasiness no longer matters now, as spending the past few hours with Yoongi has helped ease your worries about having to share the same bed with your husband for the first time since your wedding day.

"Are you sure this is okay?"

Standing on the side of the bed, already wearing his sleeping attire for the night—a soft white cotton shirt and a pair of satin pyjama pants—that he deemed appropriate to wear for the first night he is spending with you, Yoongi questions your invitation once again as if he isn't sure if you had truly meant it. You can sense his wariness as he stands there, waiting for your answer, while doing his best to keep his gaze from straying down the silky nightgown that you are wearing and forcing himself to keep his eyes on your face instead.

Holding back a smile, you lean back against the pillows and take your time answering. Yoongi narrows his eyes, realising that you are doing it deliberately to tease him when he is trying his best to be chivalrous. You can tell that it amuses him, and you find yourself enjoying the reactions that he has been giving you since the moment you suggested for him to stay.

At first, Yoongi had only entered the bedroom to bid you goodnight and grab an extra pillow so he could sleep on the sofa tonight, giving you the privacy and comfort of the bed so you could rest well, only for you to stop him and insist that he could join you on the bed instead.

"What do you mean? Of course, it's okay," you insist, even if it had been you who felt wary about sharing the bed at first.

"This is your villa, and this is your bed. It's our honeymoon and I'm your wife, and I'd like to share this bed with my husband," you continue, regardless of how warm your cheeks feel when you say these words. Reaching out your hand, you beckon him to grab it as you invite him to join you, "Come here and sleep next to me?"

A melodic chuckle comes out of him when he finally takes your hand, holding it gently as he carefully climbs onto the bed to lie next to you.

Moments later, you are lying sideways and facing each other. While you are tucked underneath the comforter, Yoongi chooses to lie on top of it, still cautious about eliminating the distance between the two of you. Yet, you are still painfully aware of his presence. It's hard not to. This would be the first time you are in such close proximity with your husband since you got married, and in such an intimate setting that makes your skin tingle.

"What are you thinking right now?" Yoongi asks you once he notices your silence.

"I'm thinking about a lot of things, actually, and how everything feels like a dream," you answer with a sigh. Shifting slightly to get more comfortable, you look him in the eyes before continuing, "This place, you, us, the beautiful dinner that we had while listening to the calming sound of the waves, the magnificent wine and Bowmore, and that beautiful shell necklace you bought me earlier while we were watching the sunset."

Yoongi laughs. "I figured it would be fitting to give you a shell necklace rather than diamonds while we were out strolling down the beach."

Your smile grows as you recall the way he rushed towards a local vendor which he found at the edge of the beach to buy you the necklace. It was a simple gesture, yet it feels special looking back, when you think about how spontaneous it was.

"I loved it. I loved everything," you gently say to him, and his gaze softens. "I had a splendid time today. Thank you for bringing me here."

"It's a relief to know that you're enjoying our time here already. But this is only the first day," he says with an exaggerated sigh, "Now I have to figure out how to top that for the next six days."

You cannot help but laugh at his comment. "You'll do good, Yoongi. I know you'll never disappoint me."

Something flashes in his eyes when he hears what you are saying. "I truly hope that I'll never disappoint you in the future," he says with a hum, a thin smile grows on his face when he asks, "Do you regret coming on this trip with me? For being with me like this tonight?"

"No, of course not," you immediately answer him, only to have the same doubts circling your thoughts. Your insecurity sets heavily in your chest when you recall a past event that has been lingering in your mind without you realising it, and you start questioning him before you can stop yourself, "Do you wish you were here with someone else instead of me?"

You quickly regret it the moment the question slips out of you. The heavy feeling, added with the fear of knowing the answer, has you biting your lips. But you can still catch the way Yoongi's eyes move to your lips, and how they slowly grow darker right before he finds your eyes again.

Gently, he reaches out to touch your chin, and starts brushing his fingers on your cheek as he guides you to look at him in the eyes as he whispers, "Absolutely not. Why would I be thinking of anyone else when I have you with me?"

His answer leaves you speechless, stunned to silence while your heart starts racing in your chest. Before you can even think of a response to say to him, Yoongi leans forward, placing a hand on your waist to pull you closer, then captures your lips in the warmest, and most innocent, kiss. He pulls away for a brief moment, as if giving you a chance to push him away. When you do no such thing, he returns, pressing his lips on yours for a longer, and much deeper, kiss.

Your body arches into his embrace as you melt into the kiss, and your hands reach up around him to hold him even closer. Your fingers soon bury themselves deep between his soft locks as you deepen the kiss, and he takes this chance to shift and push you onto your back so that he is now on top of you.

His warmth feels scorching hot in your body, yet comforting at the same time with the way he engulfs you with his whole body.

His touch feels sinful yet soothing at the same time as he runs his hands down your waist, keeping you steady just as you begin to tremble under his weight.

His searing kiss feels sinful, taking and demanding, swallowing every sound that you are making, and stealing your breath away. Your lips continue to mould together with his, tongues pursuing each other with hunger, while your body seems to fit like pieces of puzzles, even with the soft covers coming in between as a barrier.

His chest rumbles with his deep growl when you brush your chest against his. You feel his grip tightening on your hips for a moment, before he pulls his hands away, burying his fingers into the covers instead in his desperate need to hold himself back. But then, as you are both lost in the heated kiss, his body moves in the same rhythm as his lips—his hips begin to rock against yours, bucking forward until you can feel his hard bulge grazing against your center, and everything comes to an abrupt halt.

With a long, deep sigh, Yoongi breaks away from the kiss. His breath is ragged and heavy, just as much as yours. As if he is still reluctant to let you go, he leans down, pressing his lips at the pulse rising on the side of your neck, making you shiver, while he struggles to calm himself down.

Your skin is still flushed with heat, your mind is hazy from the blissful fog, and your heartbeat is still racing rapidly along with your ragged breath, yet the reality of what had just happened is already beginning to sink in.

Noticing the way you are slowly growing self-aware of the situation, Yoongi shifts his weight and drops down beside you. He leaves a gentle kiss on your cheek as if helping to clear your mind a little, then brushes the tip of his nose against yours as he whispers, "Go to sleep, _______, before I completely lose control over myself."

With a sigh, you fight to gather your composure and open your eyes. With a trembling hand, you reach out to cup his cheek and lean in to give him a chaste kiss in return. "You should sleep too, and promise that you won't leave the moment I fall asleep," you whisper with a small smile, which he quickly returns with a nod. "Goodnight, Min Yoongi."

As the tension in your body eases and you grow lax under the covers, the exhaustion that you have been feeling takes over, slowly pulling you deep into slumber. You feel Yoongi easing back against the pillows as he settles to lie down beside you, finding his own way to relax and enjoy this moment to be with you.

It doesn't take long for you to fall asleep, and you fade into a dreamless night with your fingers laced between his.