6.15 PM 

"Missy, do I need to send you a text to call you back home everyday? What's this new hobby you have developed, of staying out late after school? Is this the new 'senior year' trend?" All hell breaks loose as soon as I get past the entrance to our apartment.

And all I can do is force a cheerful smile on my face and try to lie as best as I can.

"Haven't I told you this before, Tae? I was attending a creative writing workshop."

Silence.

My hair, left open, sticks to my neck. I am all sweaty, and maybe that is because of two things that surmised today.

One: All that biting and kissing and sucking on the skin of my neck. 

Two: This round of questioning that is unasked for. 

Even though my hair clinging to the sweaty nape of my neck does give me trouble, I think it is probably good to save my ass by all means I can adopt. Especially since my neck is open for viewing by the general public, as I forgot to borrow a scarf from my beau. 

Shucks! 

"Do you even have the slightest sense as to how late you are?" Taehyung's eyes widen in an attempt to feign anger and disappointment. 

"Told-"

"Oh, please! I am not having any of that." He points in the direction of the grandfather clock, rather frustrated at this point. "6.15!" He almost barks. 

"Okay, I am sorry." Apologizing is definitely a good option right now, given that he is really very cross with me. I had better get this over with, as soon as I can.

"To hell with sorry! You're grounded." 

And yes, he says that with the most noncommittal expression I have ever seen on any homo sapien's face, even my lover is not that noncommittal, at least in front of me, that is.

The ground beneath my feet starts sliding away, opening into a wide, bottomless hole which has the equivalent of an all-encompassing darkness that would engulf me in its wake. 

"You cannot do that." I cry.

" I can, and I'm definitely going to do that, because you deserve it."

"But what about my creative writing workshop?" I make a puppy-eyed face. And no one can beat me in looking cute with such a face.

"You don't need it."

"You're no one to dictate what I need and what I don't." I yell at him. 

"Whatever, you're grounded. You're only gonna go to school. And since you reach this area by 4.00, I want you back here everyday by 4.30 at the maximum." 

This bitch. 

I sigh. "And for how long does this arrangement work?"

"A week." He dusts his hands off the flour that had settled on them. "Now get done with your shower real quick so that we can eat."

For a fucking week I can't meet Min Yoongi. 

"Hmmm." I half-sigh, half-reply as I grab my clothes and enter the shower. 

8.37 PM 

Thankfully, by a bright instance of coincidence, my love has my phone number. And since I am free right now, having completed my schoolwork for tomorrow, I can surely check if he has hit me up.

After having tied a scarf securely round my wretched neck, I prop myself up on my soft pillows, against the bedpost. Upon opening the messaging app, my thirsty eyes are greeted with a text message notification from an unknown number, and curiosity gets the better of me.

Clicking on it reveals a simple yet heartwarming message, sent around 6.45 PM. 

'hey, ur Suga here...hope everything's fine @ home.'

Has he got a sensor fitted or something? 

I immediately save his number, then make a beeline for our chat window. 

Me: hey, got ur text ☺

His reply comes the instant I press Send.

SugarLove: I had ur #, duhhh 😑

Me: obvio 😂

       : but there's sumn I need 2 tell ya...

SugarLove: spill...n u hvnt answered my ques yet

Me: this concerns ur ques...

       : everything's not fyn. for starters...tae grounded me 😭

       : how r we spposed 2 meet now?!

SugarLove: uh-oh, that sure does suck

                       : I'll miss u so much...as if I m not already...but dw we can stay in touch this way

                       : but why tho?!

Me: yk I was late 2day

SugarLove: ahhh yes 

                       : thas sumn I m NOT gonna forget anytime soon 😉

                       : dw, we'll stay in touch. how long does this grounding period last?

Me: a fckn week 🤦‍♀️

      : gonna miss u so bad...

SugarLove: we'll chat whenever u get d time, take care 4 now :)

Me: yea ttyl 

      : rlly wanna pretend dis never hppnd but...

SugarLove: wut cn u do? he's ur big bro...u gotta listen to his words 🤷‍♂️

                        : k bye 4 now, luv ya sweetie

Me: bye babe, luv u 2 ❤

After that, smilingly I place the phone on the bedside table, and not long after, sink into a deep sleep. Dreaming of my one and only, losing myself in the sensations he gave me today. 

A/N: No smut :(