Morning of March 9th

I wake up and find myself wondering how, aside from Jimin, the others hadn't worked out what I had been up to yesterday. Did they not realize I knew the date? That made me think I should keep up the charade.

After getting ready I pop off a quick text to Manager Sejin before addressing the guys.

Me: Did the package arrive yet?

Sejin: Yes. I have it here in my room.

Me: Good. Do you know what the others have arranged for today?

Sejin: Something after they clean up from their practice that they have later this morning I believe.

Me: So, around lunchtime? Do you think you can do me a favor?

Sejin: What is it?

Me: He mentioned to me something called Bulgogi the first morning we had breakfast together. Do you think you can find somewhere that serves it in the area and have it delivered for lunch? Oh, and also order the other guys their faves from the same place too.

Sejin: And what would you want?

Me: Hm, I have never had Korean before so I really don't know. I've heard good things about Korean fried chicken so why not something like that.

Sejin: I can work with that.

Next I text Jimin to let him know where the package he requested is but to also ask him what they are planning on doing today. Turns out to be something I definitely wasn't expecting. I text him some requests regarding it, including the fact that I already arranged lunch, and he promises to get everything worked out accordingly.

Then I proceed to text the group as if I had only just woke up.

Me: Good Morning! <3

Jimin: Morning, Daisy! :)

Namjoon: Morning, I hope you slept well. I'm still half asleep.

Yoongi: Yes...sleep...zzz

Tae: Morning, Daisy! Missed you yesterday. <3

Me: Aw, yes I missed you all yesterday. I didn't really expect to be out as long as I was.

Hobi: You didn't get lost did you?

Me: No, I promise. One of the members from security, Korain, was with me.

Jungkook: Korain?!?!

Me: Um, yes. What's wrong with that?

Jin: Are we going to have breakfast together this morning? I want to make sure you eat well before we have to practice later on.

Me: Yes, I just have to get out of bed and take a shower. So, thirty minutes?

Yoongi: Mmm. Sleep. Zzz.

Me: You aren't ditching me for slumber are you?

Yoongi: Comfy.

Me: Yes, you are. :P But, I was asking if you were still going to be here for breakfast.

Yoongi: Mmhm.

Me: Okay see you all in thirty minutes! <3

After breakfast Jimin hangs back and lets me know that he worked it out so that everything would take place in his room. "It's the easiest way I can control the situation enough without letting anyone else know that you are aware of what's going on." He then hands me the spare keycard to his room. "I'll text you when the food arrives."

Unlike yesterday, today I do go down with the guys for their practice. They are once again playing music through the speakers this time, and I have worked out that it's only days when they don't have concerts that they do this. The logic behind it probably has something to do with the fact that they are under a tad less scrutiny.

It's difficult to keep up the charade, pretending that I don't know what today is. I can barely keep the smile off my face whenever one of his solos comes up. Jimin keeps giving me a fake blank expression that looks more silly than somber. At the end of their 'Idol' practice where they all sit in the choreography instead of getting back up they all lay back in their shared exhaustion. I go around the room, having worked out where they each tend to put their waters and towels, and grab them for each of them.

Namjoon sits up and frowns at the time. "It's almost lunchtime."

"Why did that make your dimples hide away with that frown?" I ask, although I already have an idea of what he is going to say.

He gets up and comes over to me. He speaks to me in soft tones, not quite a whisper but not far from one either. "We made plans for lunch today."

"I said yesterday that we can't live in each other's pockets." I touch his cheek. I truly have probably had the least time with the group's leader, but being the leader is exactly why I have had the least amount of time with him. He is always so busy trying to take care of everything for them that he has very little time for himself. Time for us. I will have to work to rectify that in the future. "I promise it will be okay." It will be okay because I am part of those plans you made. You just don't know it yet.

He sighs but nods.

I find Jimin smirking, and I only barely keep myself from rolling my eyes in response.

The guys all go to their rooms to get showered and changed. I grab the package I purchased from its hidden location in the bottom dresser drawer and wait. They will be starting the Vlive soon with the arrival of the cake and singing him Happy Birthday. I do wish I could be there for that part but the chance that the camera is turned toward the door for those moments is simply too high. Therefore making it too big of a risk.

Jimin: The food just got here.

Me: Omw

I head down to his room with the bag in one hand and his keycard in the other. As I slide it in I hear. "Who ordered the Korean chicken?" I guess it worked out he didn't ask that one in Korean because I wouldn't have understood him.

"That would be mine!" I announce as I enter.

There are panicked looks on their faces. Namjoon is quick to try to rectify the problem. "Daisy, we are doing a vlive! You can't..."

"That's why I'm manning the location of the camera right now, hyung. Don't worry we planned this." Jimin responds holding out his fingers in the pinched motion toward me, which I learned since the first time I saw it that it represented a heart.

"Hi Army! I hope you all didn't think I would miss Yoongi's birthday!" I can't go over to him seeing as he is in front of the camera, but that doesn't keep me from smiling widely at him. "You really didn't think I didn't know what today was did you?"

"I.." He shakes his head. "I didn't presume to think anything. I mean..you weren't Army before, and we hadn't discussed birthdays yet." He gives me a look as if he is prompting me to tell him mine now, but I offer him no response. That isn't necessarily something that Army needs to know. At least not right away.

"Well what errand did you think I was running yesterday?" I smirked back at him.

"She picked out the cake, hyung." Jimin tells him.

I nod in response. "Yes, I did. I special ordered it yesterday and someone from the bakery delivered it this morning." I look at all the food around us. "Were we going to eat? I'd hate for the food to get cold."

That prompts them all in action. Jimin however pauses. "You going to tell him?"

"Tell me what?" Yoongi asks.

It even takes me a second and Jimin scanning over the dishes to get what he is referring to. "Sejin ordered the food, but it was all my idea. I asked him specifically for Bulgogi since you mentioned it that first day we had breakfast together, and I asked him to pick something that everyone else favored."

"Thank you," he seems to be utterly touched.

I only hope he likes the present as much as the food. Although, I guess the food could be considered a present itself. As predicted the guys each share some of their dishes with me. I quickly discovered that I like almost everything I sampled. Kimchi will take some getting used to because of the texture but the flavor is delicious. The guys start handing out their presents. At first there are a couple of gag gifts, BTS merchandise from each member accordingly. That's when I learn that Yoongi had done the same thing to the others in the past on their semi-reality show 'BTS Run.'

None of them have noticed or asked about the large bag at my feet. But, once he thinks he is done with opening presents I hand it over to him. "Happy Birthday, Yoongi. I hope you like it."

I spent a lot more than I intended to, so I really do hope he loved it. Unlike the meticulous way he opened the others he is literally tearing through the tissue paper to get to mine. He first pulls out the big present and gasps. I got him a satin starter varsity jacket of the New York Knicks. "I didn't know if you were a fan, but I knew you loved basketball so I hoped at the very least you could wear it while you were here."

"I'll wear it to Good Morning America tomorrow." He proudly exclaims.

"You don't have to." I shake my head to punctuate the point.

"I want to." He goes to place the jacket back in the bag when he notices there is more there. He holds up the Knicks baseball cap with the gray map like background.

"I know it's Tae that collects baseball caps, but I couldn't resist that one. It was so unique looking that I just couldn't help myself." He puts it on his head right then and doesn't take it off for the rest of the stream. He even wears it when we decide to head to my room to relax and watch movies.

They have to be up early tomorrow so I attempt to push them all out of my room to sleep. That works for the most part. Except Yoongi lingers behind everyone else. He pulls the baseball cap off his head, and before consulting with my brain, I find myself brushing away the adorable hat head look he is sporting with my fingers. "Can I stay for just a little longer? I want to spend more of my birthday with you."

I find myself shrugging and nodding at the same time. "Go get in some comfy pajamas." I arch an eyebrow at him, but find myself doing as he asks when I grab a pair and take them to the bathroom with me so I can change there. I come back to find him in my bed, his shoes off and lounging comfortably.

"Come here." I climb into the bed without hesitation. He pulls me down into his arms, and I'm reminded again of how comfy he is. He strokes up and down my side, the action causing my pajama top to rise ever so slightly. Then he is caressing that sliver of bare skin that has only just been exposed. "I hate to ask. But can I see my mark again?"

I don't even hesitate to expose my bare midriff to him, but I don't expect the sensations when he traces the pads of his fingers over the mark. How can that action be so sharp and intense? "I want to show you your mark that I wear on my body. I want to prove to you that I am yours." He interrupts me before I can butt in. "It's not that I think you doubt it, or anything like that. I just want you to simply know how wholly yours I am."

Before I can agree or disagree he is carefully sitting up and pulling his shirt from his body. I'm immediately gasping at the sight of the pearly white skin on display. If I weren't in bed I would fear that I might faint. Then I see the daisy mark on his upper chest. I can't keep myself from reaching out and rubbing the pad of my own finger against the mark. The sensations hit me again, and I realize this time that it's not just me; It's both of us. Without realizing it I find we are closing the gap between us, and I'm sighing into the tentative touch of his lips on mine. The grazing of that sensitive flesh is almost too much and not enough at the same time. I am guessing he thinks the same when he takes charge of the kiss, deepening it by asking for entrance with his tongue. The shyness seems to evaporate from both our bodies as we find ourselves tangling together and devouring each other.

When he pulls away, I am not sure if I am relieved or disappointed. I must be frowning because he kisses my forehead and whispers. "I didn't intend for our first kiss to happen tonight, but I'm not disappointed. It was the best of all the presents I received today. But, I don't think you are ready for more than that." Then he is frowning. "I hate to admit this. I didn't wait for you. I had planned on it, waiting. But things happened." He sighs, and I can immediately tell that he doesn't want to talk about this now. "Perhaps, I shouldn't say all this right now. I'm not sure I want to sully our first kiss by following it up with this."

I shake my head. "Then don't." I don't tell him what I am thinking. That he doesn't have to tell me at all if he doesn't want to. That I trust him completely. That he already has my heart, and that's the only thing that truly matters. Instead I say. "Do you want to stay tonight?" He looks at me, surprised by my suggestion. "Only to sleep and cuddle."

He shakes his head and puts his shirt back on. I unintentionally frown at that. "I want to, but I don't think I should." He kisses my forehead again. His eyes flicker on my lips, temptation obvious in his eyes. He shakes his head again. He climbs out of bed, tucking me under the blankets and whispering goodnight against my forehead before it gets another kiss. He smiles at me one more time before leaving the room.

How the hell am I supposed to sleep after that?