You lay on your bed worrying when a light tap on your door came. You open it and you're surprised to see your grandmother crying. Your concern surfaces immediately and before you can even ask what's wrong, she hugs you.

"My poor grandchild, my poor poor grandchild." She says over and over. 

"Grandma, please stop crying. It's not good for you." You tell her as you rub her back. "I'm ok. Don't worry about me. I'm a big girl and I'm strong. I can take whatever they tell me." But not to Yoongi, you do not say that out loud of course.

She shakes her head. "Everyone has a weakness. I see yours is that boy. He is the one we've talked about before right?" Your grandmother just read what you had in your mind. So you nod in reply. "You never answered back to your father except today. He has a lot of shortcomings to you and your sister. I am sorry for that, I should have intervened when he married Eun-Sil, but your grandfather stopped me. No one can stop me now so I will act upon it. Let me start by saying if you want to go see him now, then go. I am embarrassed to even think how awful my son and his wife had been to him. Tell him I am sending my apologies."

"Grandma, it's not your fault." You say as you pull back from her wiping her tears away. She's not supposed to be upset because of her heart problem so you try your best to convince her you're fine.

"It is my fault.  I am his mother and I didn't discipline him enough for him to treat other people that way." She said. She gently touched your cheek and said. "Go find that boy, don't worry about your father and your aunt, I'll handle it."

"It's not good for you to be stressed out like this Grandma." You remind her.

She smiles at you. "I am stronger than I look even though I am an old lady. My heart is not that weak either. It's your heart that you need to worry about."

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You're grateful to what your grandmother did for you.  She didn't stop telling you to leave and find Yoongi until you were at the door. Her words about worrying about your heart sticks in your mind. Even if you get to fix this mess Yoongi, the fact still remains that you're leaving soon. 

Yoongi is not home just as Hoseok told your cousin earlier. You decide to sit at the wooden bed and wait. Your heart jumps when your phone rings because you were hoping that it's Yoongi. It's your sister asking how you were. Her twin senses must've set an alarm which is why she called. This connection that you have is not new anymore, you can always tell when someone is not in a good shape whether physically or emotionally.  

Of course, she is mad over what happened, she almost bought a ticket just to be with you. But you remind her that you're leaving in two days and your grandmother is helping you too, so she calms down.

Two days, the thought comes back again. After this day, you only have one day left. You can't help feeling sad. He said they'll make it work but you have to be realistic too. With the turn out of things, it's very unlikely you'd be sent back here again by you dad. It's not fair to keep him in a relationship with no assurance of when you'll be coming back.

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The afternoon breeze made you fall asleep as you waited. By the time you wake up, it's already dark. You're startled to see an outline of a person sitting right across from you. You immediately sit up before you realized it's Yoongi. Relief floods into your whole body. 

"Why are you here?" He asks. You didn't miss the smell of the alcohol from his breath. "I don't want your father or your aunt coming here with the police so they can accuse me of heaven knows what." His speech is slightly slurring.

"You're drunk." You say instead of answering his previous statement.

"Damn fucking right I am." He takes in a deep breath as he tries to calm himself. "Go back home Y/N, they're right. You shouldn't be with me. You deserve better."

You move towards him. "No, they're not right. They have no clue what you can do and what you might become. You already have big named recording artists buying your songs. It won't be long before you can make that break through."

He scoffs at your words. "How long will that be huh? One year? Two? Neither of us do not know the answer to that. Maybe we should stop living on dreams and face reality."

"No. The minute you stop believing in your dreams means you're stopping from believing in yourself. I believe in you. I don't know shit about music technicalities but I know you have that talent."

He remains silent for a long time. "How can you believe in a nobody like me?" He says in a flat voice.

You kneel on the wooden bed right in front of him and you grab his face forcing him to look at you.  The street lights from the posts next to the building makes you see his eyes better, to your distraught, they looked empty. "You are not a nobody. People might think you are, but for me, you're a somebody. Somebody who is important, somebody I have to see and touch so that my day would be complete, somebody who makes me happy, annoyed and really mad. Somebody who made a mess about my personal rules with boys that I keep on breaking them." You lean towards him and kissed his lips. 

He pulls you away from him. "Don't." He said.

"I want to, please." You whisper as you move closer again towards him.

"Y/N, your father said..." He whispers as you give his lips a smack.

"Screw what he said. I don't care anymore. I'm leaving soon, I want this." You kiss his lips again and he kisses you back making you taste the alcohol on his tongue. Your mind gets intoxicated but not from alcohol but with longing for more. You shift from your position moving towards him but not pulling away from his lips. You slowly swing your legs on each side of his hips and you straddle him. He groans as soon as you sit and move against him.

"Fuck Y/N, if you don't stop I won't be able to hold myself back." He whispers against your ear, nipping your lobes after he spoke.

"I've decided Yoongi, I won't stop you anymore." You reply making him stop and pull you back from him.

"Are you sure? I thought you're saving it for the right guy." He asks you.

You smile at him and you run a forefinger against his lips. "I am, and you're the right one for me. I've got your name tattooed on me and you have my heart too."

He holds your finger to stop it from moving, he needs his focus. He was drunk until he heard what you said. "Do you mean it?"

"What proof do you still need? I left home and have waited hours for you just so I can tell you I love you." 

He pulls you towards him ang hugs you tight. "You're one crazy woman gambling your heart for someone like me."

"Someone like you is perfect for me. I mean it." You reply.

He grabs your head and kisses you hungrily. He puts his arms around you and lifts you up carrying you towards his house. With the door behind you, he grunts when you wrap your legs tighter against him. You laugh when you see him fumble with the keys. He managed to open the door, shutting and locking it behind him before settling you on the bed. 

You take his shirt off and he does the same thing with yours, you didn't wear a bra because it'll rub on your still fresh wound. He gently traces your tattoo, and you lean towards him so you can kiss his left chest where your initials were. He buries his hand in your hair pulling your head towards him. His tongue caresses yours, and you sigh as his hand cups one breast, it all feels perfect for you. His touch is gentle, and you barely feel anything but pleasure over how his tongue moves over body now.

He unbuckles your pants, and he pulls it down. His hand quickly reaches inside your panties, and you moan the minute his fingers touch you. His eyes locks with yours as his fingers slide towards your core entering and burying inside you before slowly moving out. 

"More?" He asks you. When you nod your head, his fingers move back in building a rhythm that makes you shut your eyes as you make another deep sound in your throat. 

"Sexy." He mutters as he continues to watch you. He wants to see your face as pleasure builds your body. He finally decides to pull the last remaining clothing you have on. "I want to taste you again." He says before moving in between your legs, his tongue diving inside you. It didn't take long before the peak of your pleasure snaps and you cry out as he continues to pleasure you with his tongue.

He slowly licked his way up your body until he reached your lips. You kiss him wildly, already used to your own taste in his mouth. "I want more Yoongi. I want you inside me, make me feel what it's like to get fucked." You tell him.

He smiles and shakes his head. "I'll make you feel what it's like to make love. Hold on." He lifts himself up and disappears in the bathroom. When he comes back, he has a foil with him. He slides his pants and underwear off and he slowly inserts the rubber on himself. You curiously watch him, and he seems to be a bit embarrassed by it. 

"Look away." He tells you.     

You shake your head in response. "This is my first time so let me watch." You tell him making him chuckle as he shakes his head. "Are you sure you want this?" He asks again.

"Fuck yeah." You tell him kissing his neck before you kiss his lips. Your hand holds his hard cock, and you feel the slick rubber around him. You lay on the bed, and you pull him towards you. His finger moves inside you again making you ready for him. His tip enters you and you lift your hips to meet him halfway inside. You feel yourself stretching and your feel the sting as he slowly moves deeper. He checks on your reaction, but you just continue to whisper encouragements for him to keep on going.

His eyes shut tightly as he felt the barrier in your body. "You feel so good." He whispers. "This will hurt, ok?" When you reply, he made one final hard push, and you felt the barrier break as he slides inside you. 

It was painful but you also feel your body adjust to him. You look up at him and you see him staring at you watching every reaction you make. You smile at him. "What?" 

He smiles back at you. "No regrets?" He asks.

"Of course, there's no regrets. The only regret I am going to have is if you do not start moving." He laughs as he shakes his head before lifting himself on his elbow. 

"You're crazy, and I love you." He didn't give you time to react because he started thrusting inside you making you feel both pain and pleasure until you can no longer feel the sting and only pleasure remains.