Jimin's POV

Moving continuously while fumbling his arms around so it could carelessly fall on the soft fabric of the silk material blanket, Jimin's lips were parted and it soon let out a low morning groan.

As the sunlight seeks its way through the panelled vent, it simply lands on the sleeping beauty's mushy face and seeped through the exposed skin of his arms and neck that absorbs the rays of unlimited warmth and vitamin d.

"Mhm~" Jimin softly moaned as he squirmed his rest well body and squinted his unopened eyes at the broad sunlight that wasn't thinking of backing down anytime soon, at least not until the sleeping beauty wakes up from his slumber.

The liberty of his wrists were dancing free between the clean sheets but once a small smile curved up onto Jimin's lips, his eyes blinked open but immediately shut back down after the sudden realisation that finally hit him like a bee sting.

"I am not being blindfolded..." Jimin inhales deeply in realisation as his chest heaves up and down before his closed lid refused to stay asleep any longer, wanting to face what's next for him.

With bravery, Jimin flickered open his brown chocolate eyes and carefully observed his surroundings before realising that he wasn't being tied to the bed either but that wasn't the reason for his disappointment since the freshman was met with empty sheets once his head took the left turn.

"He left..." The messy-haired male mumbled quietly. The feeling of loneliness consuming him all over again but his lips didn't quiver this time and his whole body doesn't shake or tremble to the floor like a weakling.

The memories and innocent touches from last night were still vivid in Jimin's head and now, a hint of pink starts to appear upon his cheeks as he gently trailed his wild and free fingers up to where Suga's large hands were once clinging onto like a koala.

Jimin feels warm for once.

"He's not only a hot daddy but a cute little cuddle monster." Jimin fantasizes as he uncontrollably squealed on the bed, making cute teeny sounds that can be mistaken for a high schooler.

The way Suga came in last night, acting as if he has something planned up his sleeves but in less than 10 seconds, the koala jumped onto the bed and revealed his real intentions, showing how all he ever wanted was endless cuddles and not to thrust him into oblivion like what Jimin has imagined.

Suddenly, the freshman's blush full thoughts were interrupted by the sound of knuckles rapping against the wooden door for three exact counts, indicating that someone is at the door.

However, the door did not open but a familiar female voice spoke with a tone that was taught to simply be polite and calm as the flowing river of her black soul.

"I got news for you young master."

"News?" Staring ahead with curiosity, Jimin repeated her words like a child as he shuffled even further inside the comfortable baby blue pyjamas that its fabric is way too soft for Jimin to find a single complaint.

"Master will be having dinner with you in a couple of hours." Yoonji says from behind the door as she respectfully brought down her hands to fold neatly in front of her black formal skirt.

"Suga will be having his dinner with me?!" Jimin exclaimed out loud before shooting out of the bed, already rushing towards the bathroom whilst Yoonji soon cleared her throat and immediately put an end to the other's rushed actions.

"Please ring the bell placed on the mini desk beside your bed once you are ready to be tied and blindfolded." With that, the maid sealed her lips together once again before walking away from the door and to the kitchen where she will be preparing the meals.

"Blindfold...t-tied up? Again?" Jimin murmured underneath his breath as he kicked at the carpet floor and kept his head low because of the thoughts that truly disappoints him.

"Is he not handsome or what? He's so sweet, he loves me like nobody, he kidnapped me just to cherish me so why would looks even matter?" His two eyebrows creating an unstable bridge as his cunning head was filled with questions that were embedded with pure curiosity.

"I wanted to see your face though..."

"Suga."

The meaning of desperation seeking its way into Jimin's little heart, the baby blue pyjamas boy turned to every corner of the room to see if he was watching.

But as hard as his lost eyes search for the lens that must be capturing his every facial expression right now, there was no camera even if the freshman knows he is watching. He is! Jimin could sense a pair of loving eyes on him.

Just like in the University, Jimin felt hundreds of pairs of eyes on him but the only ones he could feel staring so secretively at him were full of love and words that are written only in letters, almost as if the stranger would never stop sending him pretty words but no, Jimin was wrong.

Guess I'm not his beautiful Daffodil anymore...

Yoongi's POV

Taking a deep breath in, Yoongi brought up his nervous hands to adjust the black bow tie for the 10th time today as it was attached to the slim fit full black suit he wore for today's lunch date with his one and only Daffodil.

Even though the latter won't be able to see him with that thick blindfold on, Yoongi still has taken the time to style his fresh mint coloured hair so that his pale sweat trickling forehead could be exposed to give out a classic handsome look like in one of those American movies.

And because this isn't just a regular date...it will be his first-ever with the last person.

Clearing his throat, the mint haired male gently knocked on the door before entering with his heart accelerating fast at the feeling of being this close to Jimin, who as expected, was seated at a table with parted pretty red lips and wrists that are locked inside the metal clips which are identical to ones that chained him down to bed.

As soon as his eyes landed on his date, Yoongi couldn't help but give the boy a second and third shy glance that soon leads up to fifth before turning into one long intense stare. Jimin was simply pretty as always.

"S-suga?"

The fluffy orange-haired male spoke as his red-tinted lips parted ways so beautifully that it makes Yoongi loudly gulped his temptation of wanting to feel those luscious lips against his ugly ones.

Soon, his eyes detected little shimmers that sparkled up brightly from the male's jewellery such as his red stone earrings and one crimson sparkly choker that looked like it could wrap around Jimin's lengthy neck even tighter instead of Yoongi's own pretty long fingers.

"Yes love, it's me." Yoongi lowly murmured as he snatched his eyes back before he then carefully walked over towards the wooden table that has its yellow table cloth draping neatly like a waterfall around the circular shaped furniture Jimin was seated at.

Once Yoongi gets near the latter, he swears he noticed Jimin's breath hitching dramatically once he slowly leaned down to give the pretty male a quick peck on the forehead just below where his matte red barret was before taking a seat too.

"Hello Jimin ah." Yoongi shyly greeted as he unexpectedly squirmed on his wooden chair like an excited kid who was really flabbergasted although the blindfolded other didn't even meet his eyes. "Did you wait for long? I'm sorry, I was ju-"

"It's okay." The orange-haired freshman admitted into timid giggles and soft smiles that assured him that everything was genuinely fine and he has absolutely nothing to be sorry about. "And no, I didn't wait for long but I-I could wait for you even longer."

"Is this also the reason why you have dressed so...so pretty for me?" The elder smugly teased.

His shyness from earlier disappearing into the perfect atmosphere as he dominantly takes up the table's space and leaned over with his planted elbows while looking almost as if he was hovering over the younger who seemed to already be caught red-handed.

Like I said, Jimin was pretty as always.

The daring freshman decided to wear a baby pink crop top that shows a little of his flat stomach which has some sort of hard shiny silver harness layering protectively over and wanting to be felt cold against Yoongi's adventurous fingers.

The metal harness was sternly connected to his soft-looking black leather shorts that are approximately 5cm long or in other words, those pair of booty shorts were aiming to get Yoongi's erection rocketing high by the end of the day.

Last but not least, the younger has on his pink knee high socks with two white stripes that are just 1cm apart near the very end of its cotton material and one black bomber jacket that hangs loosely around his pink crop top, revealing more of what was hidden inside every time the male shuffles in his seat.

"You know that the word 'dinner' can means so much in different contexts." Jimin confidently smirked and tilted his head to the right as if he was questioning the elder about his intentions behind their 'meet up lunch'.

"And what about it?" The elder cockily grinned as he leaned back and observes how Jimin's plush lips trembled for words every time he speaks up, a fascinating view.

"I was wondering which contexts you meant."

"You always surprise me." Yoongi chuckled lightly and gave Jimin's prettily put together outfit another look before he then stood up and walked over towards the mini table beside the crimson bed they comfortably slept on last night just to ring a mini silver bell with his stretched out index.

Jumping at the high pitched sound, the blindfolded male anxiously tilted his head to where the sudden sound came from as he stares into the darkness of this soft fabric he was under while wondering what Suga was doing.

As Yoongi walks back to his seat, he contemplates how he could put it out to the latter and possibly tries to convey every emotion he has since the very first time his eyes landed on Jimin but taking a deep breath in, Yoongi's stubborn heart just could not help but take action on its own.

Warmth suddenly spreading from his left hand down to his entire tingling body, the red barret freshman feels a large rough palm against his smaller ones before the Suga's words sink pleasantly between them.

"Jimin ah, will you go on a lunch date with me?"

"Y-you want to go on a date with me?" His eyes widening from shock, Jimin repeated out of disbelief whilst his pounding heart started overworking simply by that question he didn't know coming alone.

"I love you Jimin ah, always do. C-can you let me have the honour to make you feel like mine for just one day?" His voice was full of desperation to not get rejected and his nervous thumbs only kept gently caressing the latter's chubbier one in a swiping motion.

Chewing nervously on his bottom lips, Jimin was no doubt speechless as all his vocabularies were hopelessly caught up inside his dried throat because of such unexpected confession that happens to be out of pure sincerity and not dirty words to easily have accessed into his pants.

This is what I have been waiting my whole life for.

"Yes, of course. I would love that."