043 // LOVING

"tonight, please just whisper as softly as you can that i am not hard to love."

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"people always get confused..."

"people think feminism is just for women but it's for everyone."

"feminism means believing that men and women should have equal right and opportunities- socially, politically and economically. it's about equality for both men and women. it's also about respecting the voices of women."

"you're changing lives." Yoongi's genuine words echo in her mind. he's good for her. he's good for her. he's good for her. she's good for him.

//

later that day, Yoongi and Helena had organised a date to the orchestra. after frustration with planning outfits, breathing exercises- they both found themselves smiling on their way to see each other because after all this time, they still get nervous around each other and it's love. it's so love.

a date to the orchestra?- Helena gushes to herself. "this is magnificent." she presses a hand against her chest as she walks in with Yoongi.

"it is." dark haired, wakeful Yoongi agrees. Helena's lover hides an uncontrollable smile at the thought of spending the night with his beautiful lady.

"here are your tickets." the female worker hands two pieces of paper over. Helena's hand stays comfortably in Yoongi's- fingers curling in warmth and ecstacy. she's so glad he holds her hand and he lets her too. he's comfortable with the nature of their intimacy even in public. "enjoy the show." the worker knows damn well that they will- it's a show to be enjoyed.

as the couple wait to go inside the hall with buzzing guests- some are fans of music and some are forced to attend, Yoongi keeps close to Helena. she giggles, hand slipping out of his as he places his on her lower back, kissing her everywhere he can- across her neck, in her hair, on her collarbone, lips, cheeks and nose. just to make her laugh.

"sh it's starting now." Helena pats Yoongi's thigh playfully. the orchestra performance may be starting for the night but her heart is going crazy.

the performance itself is unreal. instruments of all sorts- playing a soulful, energetic tune but also something that's peaceful and slow. it's nothing like they've seen before.

"i have goosebumps, do you?"

Helena agrees. "yes! oh my god." she points to an instrument in shock before talking about something else that catches her eyes. "it's majestic." she whispers in complete awe.

the person beside the two hushes them. the oblivious couple simply stare back, apologising in a civilised manner but they completely forget because when they're together, it feels like they're alone in a crowded room. so Yoongi and Helena do not stop talking. they squeeze each other's hand every time something amazes them because they're having so much fun.

Helena watches Yoongi's hand on her thigh at one point in the night- how his hand grips her skin softly, gently, in a way that says she's his. slender, ringed fingers curling around her as he caresses her skin back and forth.

when the shows over, the two walk home. although it's dark and chilly- they don't mind. having each other's company fills the hollow void in their chest that's been seeking warmth, comfort and affection for too long. oh it's a euphoric feeling.

"tonight was so much fun." Yoongi mentions. he's finally found his precious someone that he can take out, tease, talk about things with and be listened to mutually.

"it was! what a great date idea." Helena gushes, arm linking in Yoongi's as she remembers the night. it's vague flashbacks and blurry images now- her memory's awful. time always goes so fast when you're having fun and when you want to remember, it hurts when you can't but you try anyway. "the orchestra. who would've thought."

"Taehyung actually gave me the idea."

"of course he did."

"how do they create such music?" Yoongi thinks thoughtfully about what he just experienced, witnessed- everything blends so well, the songs that they play are magical.

"music is unreal."

"it went like..." Yoongi attempts to sing one of the tunes.

"that's it! the instruments are played so magically." Helena sighs.

she's so agreeable, supportive and enthusiastic- Yoongi thinks. how did i get so lucky? "come here Helena-" his voice is a quiet murmur.

"you make me so happy."

Helena replies with a song lyric by Frank Sinatra. "fly me to the moon-" she holds his arm, pulling him towards her- head resting on his shoulder as they smile as if they're drunk. it's a song that was played at the orchestra. "Min Yoongi, i like you very much."

"i want to make love to you." Yoongi speaks- eyes directly looking into Helena's, hair stroking her hair back as he presses a teasing kiss to her neck, her throat and collarbone. he likes the way her head tilts back, eyes shuttering as she stops singing.

"you drive me insane. insanely happy and madly loved."

the couple walk home, acting drunk even though they're not. they're just in love.