[ UNEDITED ]

2 WEEKS LATER

[ YOONGI'S P.O.V. ]

I still haven't told any of them. I've been back for 2 weeks, no words on you or marriage have left my mysterious tongue. Each of them have questioned me, looked at me weird, and worried over my disappearances often—each boy never daring to ask, and I'm too cowardly to speak. It's been 2 weeks, many work days, and I, Min Yoongi, have not told a soul about being a married man.

I visit you in your new condo repeatedly, helping you set up and decorate the best I can. It is awkward, we rarely talk, but when we do, I make you smile. Never did I think I'd get to a point where you'd be smiling at me instead of staring down to the grounds in fear for the future—civil.

But right now, away from you, away from most members, I follow one. I follow his path, his feet, and know where he must be. Seok Jin had announced leaving earlier, "I'll be back. I'm going to use the washroom," he had said—there was a look of sadness as he said so, seeing through my pale and straight-mouthed face.

Jin has been the only one who lately, has been treating me different than the others. The others have been eyeing me like an abused puppy, while Jin, Jin's been glancing over in reassurance and understanding for something he doesn't know yet. I wish to tell him now, I want to tell at least one person before I explode.

Just getting finished performing for a music stage, I'm not here. When I enter the bathroom of the large backstage, I hear no one; most stalls empty. My feet creep towards the wall behind the urinal and I unzip, as I stand and pee I swear I hear a woman giggle, but I don't question it.

Lazily letting my stream flow, I glance at the one stall that is shut. "Jin hyung?" I hum, "You still in here?"

There's no sound for a moment before a hesitant, "Y-Yeah, Yoongi-ah." I nod to no one when hearing Jin. The man continues, "Just got a stomach ache so I'm seeing how this goes. I'll say hi to my turds for you." I can sense Jin wants me to laugh, but I don't.

"Okay."

Jin is quiet again, I assume he's focusing on...other things. Distracted, my stream nears an end as I ask, "You in here alone?"

"Yes, Yes!"
Jin's claim sounds suspicious.

About to open my mouth to speak, I try not to jolt when hearing a huge thud come from the door of Jin's stall. About to ask if he's alright, Jin shouts, "Damn! There's no tissue paper!" Then he slams the door again and I don't react this time.

I zip up, drag my feet to the counter, and turn at the taps. Water hits my hands as I lather with soap and wash myself. "I'll pass you some, I guess. Wait."

The water is too loud for me to overhear the whispers of a woman with Jin. I pay no attention, stubborn and lost in my own mind and thoughts—even with water present, my palms are starting to sweat. I can't believe what I'm about to do.

"Why ask if I was alone? Everything alright?" Jin asks.

The water stops.

I walk, coming closer to the stall. "Yes, I uh..." Where to begin, I'm hesitant. I can sense Jin's curiousity from past the stall, and the fact that I can't see the older man's face brings me slight strength.

"I wanted to talk to you about something," I say softly, breathless and almost...scared?

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There was still obvious weight at my shoulders. Finished with the performance, finished with telling Jin the entire truth to my silence...I felt a little lighter—just a little. Although awkward and uncomfortable the discussions were, Jin was an older brother to me. He managed to take the role of a real one as he gave me advice, told me 'thanks for telling' him and wished to hug me; but neither of us moved, him in his stall, and me outside of it. Instead, he listened to me vent, panic, and come to terms with how real this was.

How real being married to you felt—amongst all the lies and denial I tried to hide behind.

Walking down the familiar hallway, mask on my face starting to loosen, I ring the door bell of the large condo I helped buy for you. With a jog of the toes, I hear your feet patter towards me, opening the door and greeting me with a sweet smile. Again, I never thought I'd be seeing the smile directed towards me, but here it was, here you were.

"You're back? I thought I wouldn't be seeing you for another few days," you giggled, opening the door for me so I could awkwardly step past the threshold that held me captive.

"Y-Yeah...we got the performance over with, then I went to the building to compose a beat I'm working on but I uh," I watch you close the door behind me, your smile smaller when staring back at me with listening expressions. I stumble with my words, walk backwards and try not staring at your face that follows my feet while I finish, "Thought that I'd come by as a little break. The members won't question it since I've been leaving like this quite a lot at night."

You giggle again, following me into the living room where I usually slump on when coming over. "Well the more you do it, the more they'll start to think you're at some woman's place."

"But I am." I say this as I sit, sighing and propping my feet casually up onto the coffee table you so nicely designed.

"You know what I meant."

"Did I?"

With a slight glare, you playfully stroll over to the kitchen that is open and near the large living room space. With an wall of just windows, the streets below I see, as well as the large paintings and murals that are hung tirelessly above the television that is unplugged. The condo is coming together, it is a beauty in the making—a beauty you're making while I watch and rarely help.

"How was your day?" I ask this softly, trying not to act if I'm curious even though I genuinely am. Playing with the stich of the white L-shaped couch, the cushions hug my butt and I wait for you to come towards me again.

Water bottle in hand, I try not to stare at the way your high-waisted jeans hug your hips and ass, focusing on the beverage you toss my way. I fumble with it, hitting my lap near the bulge that starts to spark with excitement between my thighs. Thinking about my grandmother to avoid embarrassment, I pull a couch cushion to my lap and open the lid of the plastic—letting liquid pour into my thirsty mouth.

"Do you care?" You ask, giggling again. I like the sound of your laugh. I watch how it suits your face as you bounce, having the ass I was staring at fall onto the seat beside me. Curling your legs in, I dance over your thighs then your feet.

"Yes." Blunt. Honest.

"Well if you must know—" you grin, taking a sip of your own water, "I've been alone, as per usual, setting up an enormous condo alone, as per usual, all while suffering from some raging self-pity, as—"

"I get it," I mumble, trying not to smile, "I haven't been around to help."

"I'm just teasing," your beautiful laugh is back. Fuck.

"I'm an idol that shouldn't be married..."

"I get that it gets busy, but we can't run from what this is now," you grumble this, drinking your water as if it's an alcoholic beverage made to wash away your annoyances. "Trust me, I'm struggling with it as well."

"How is this possibly a struggle for you?" Now I chuckle, "You've been in a roomy condo, alone and without bother."

"First off," you narrow your eyes at me, but there is a playfulness behind them that barks interest, "Don't act like you understand my struggle." I stifle back a smile when you point your finger daringly in my direction.

"I'm waiting..." I taunt, grinning into the rim of my water bottle's hole, sipping some of the cold liquid through a pout of my lips.

"It gets cold at night, not to mention scary," you start to ramble. I listen, without interruption, "I keep trying to start up my laptop and connect to this terrible wi-fi but nope! The sad reality is that even if I managed to get a good spot, I can't focus when trying to come up with my next research proposal...how am I supposed to make another book when I can't even think peacefully on a topic!"

"I feel like I'm staring in a mirror, I haven't been able to think of words for a new song."

"Struggles of writers," you sigh out, acting as if you're already drunk. The pout you make is a cute one, I can't help but stare.

I purse my lips, finger the sides of the water bottle before suggesting, "You know? If you'd like..." I gulp, "I could try to sneak you into the building one time, there's wi-fi for you to draft...and I can use some company."

Your mouth gapes, your eyes in awe. "You serious?"

I nod, not wanting to but something in my body doesn't take this away.

"Y-Yeah, I mean it's been about 2 weeks since we arrived and the most I've done is steal your water in the evenings—" I prop the water bottle I hold in my hand, "—then I leave by night, only to not come by again a few days late. The most I can do is help with getting some of your work started...make you feel less of a burden you surely already feel like."

You purse your lips and I notice with sad eyes that I've struck gold with that one.

"I'm sorry if I make it seem like I'm hiding you."

"I get it, you're an idol that shouldn't be married."

"It's for your own good."

"Mhm." You nibble on your bottom lip.

I try not to stare at it as I go, "What you say? I'll try to keep it risk-free, the members won't be around, and well BangPD already knows of you...I'm sure he won't bother us for more than a formal greeting."

"Formal greeting?"

I nod, "He's like a father to me. He's excited to know what has happened, but overall, he's just as anxious over any of this coming out—over you coming out to the public. He's a business man after all, sure he has our backs, but he'll be more inclined to think about his company if shit goes bad."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Let's just say Hoseok went through something larger than both of us...when news got out—"

"I heard about that," you breathed out, eyes soft, "The woman caught sleeping with him?"

I smiled. "The mother of his child."

You flushed, "I'm sorry I didn't know of that I—"

"It's alright," I sighed, "I don't expect you to know every detail and news story...I mean you're a hot-shot writer, I'm surprised you knew anything about pop-story-news at all." A gummy smile goes directed in your way. You take it, grinning like a maniac as I comment you so sweetly—a time I haven't much before.

"Why so sweet today?"

"You ask that as if I'm not normally?" I cock my brow.

You glare at me and I try not to smile. Of course, I'm not. Behaviour is at a change today. But I let it flourish, not stopping it. "I've just been thinking a lot."

"About?"

"Us."

You grow silent at that.

I don't look at you as I drink my water again, gulping it down and making my throat shake.

"I talked to Jin today, I told him about you."

Your eyes bug, I can hear your heart race from here.

"The oldest one?"

I nod.

"What happened?" The voice you carry is soft, insecure, and scared—like how I was when talking to Jin earlier.

"I told him where I was during the break, what happened, and who you were...he was quiet for a while, shocked out of his mind...I'm just glad he didn't flash me a million questions, because I wouldn't have been able to handle."

"How do you feel...?" You swallow, I watch your neck, "Now that he knows..."

"If you're trying to ask if I feel shitty, surprisingly no. I feel good that I've told at least one of my friends."

"And are you planning on telling the others?"

The muscles in my jaw clench. "Not yet."

You say nothing once more.

I can hear your breathing. Easing my muscles when hearing the sound, I disrupt your soft train of thoughts that are probably now muddled as I say, "How are you coping?"

"With what?" you ask innocently, knowing exactly what I'm referring to.

"Ica—"

You shush me before I can say his name. "We made a promise we wouldn't say his name."

With a smile at your cute calling, I nod. "Yeah, I'm sorry."

"I've been fine with that, if you must know."

"Good." I drink my water.

"Thanks for asking."

"Sure." I pretend not to care all over again, using my bored-nature as a coping mechanism when you study me.

"I uh," you clear your throat, blinking away from the side of my face you previously gawked at. Staring at the television and the walls, you continued, "I set up most of my bedroom, the kitchen, and now working on here..." Your lips pursed before pointing at the large painting, "Hung up those wedding presents, while opening the rest."

"Even the ones from—"

"No, I haven't opened the ones specifically wrapped for our honeymoon."

"Right," I clear my throat, looking over at the painting you're trying to focus on before glancing over at the other work you've done.

"Have you started on painting the walls of the separate bedroom yet?"

"Oh," you chime, never looking my way, "Your bedroom if you so choose to inhabit it?"

I sigh at the way you say that. "Yes," I lamely mumble, like a child being caught for a crime red-handed.

"Well no. I'm not doing your dirty work for you—"

"Come on."

"I'm your wife, not your servant."

You get up, annoyed from the couch and my eyes automatically go to your ass as you walk to the kitchen again. With a blurt, I coo, "I'll help out this weekend..."

"Good." You sound like me now.

"Not going to turn around and give me one of those friendly smiles?" I squint my eyes when you stare over with another glare—nothing playful about this one, unlike the two from before.

"Fine." The water bottle is back to my lips.

Your hands go to your hips.

"What colour would you like your room."

"Whatever."

"Could you pretend you care? Just for an itsy-bit of a second?"

"No."

Your teeth grit, "Why not, honey?"

"Because."

"Because why?"

"Just because."

"'Just because' why?"

"You're my wife, not a fucking parrot."

"Min Yoongi!"

"Yes, honey, scream my name." A small smirk places my mouth when I drink my water, trying not to snort as you grab a cushion with blushing cheeks, throwing it and having my shirt grow wet from sudden spills.

"Careful it's a new top!"

"Go air dry yourself outside my home," you scold, hands crossing over your chest and hair tossing back, "Goodnight, have a nice ride back." You're about to scurry off but I laugh, I laugh loud as I get up, straighten, and feel the water that was collected at my chest pool down over my nipple.

I don't catch you stop, trying not to stare.

"Alright alright, I'll be out."

"Thank you." I can't tell if you want me to leave or not.

With one last swig of water, I'm walking backwards, more confident. You stare at me and my body, instead of my roaming eyes wanting a glimpse of you and your body. Neither of our oblivious states notice as we depart and create distances; I'm at the door, you're still stubborn by the television.

"This weekend, I'll help."

"Mhm."

"I swear."

"Mhm."

"And I'll tell you more about the session I'll have for us both at the building."

"Mhm."

I laugh, shaking my head as I grab the doorknob and turn for an exit.

"I promise."

You don't say anything, your mood off now since I've made it that way.

With a twist of my lips, I can feel what I'm about to say is wrong on many levels, but the joke I want to leave out as my last words stay—playful.

"Then maybe I'll consider the honeymoon sooner, so you can really be screaming my name."

When your eyes and mouth widen, I hear you gasp as I laugh evilly and run out the door. As I shut the door behind me, a cushion being tossed over to the doorknob is clearly heard—I'm smirking.

[ YOONGI'S P.O.V. END ]

Yoongi walks, carelessly yet with caution as he places his mask on his mouth again. Feeling a buzz at his back pocket, his eyes slant and his mind leaves the thought of you. Now, perplexed, Yoongi looks to a text Namjoon sent him.

Namjoon: Dude, hurry and explain why there's a girl waiting for you in your room?

With furious hands, Yoongi is breathless and confused.

Yoongi: What? What girl?

The bubbles indicating Namjoon typing take forever. His heart races, the blood at his head pounding. When the leader replies, Yoongi's still confused, but at ease. The name is familiar and his crazy mind darts away from thinking a crazy fan got inside the dorm—conclusions takes place and Yoongi soften, he reads the name Namjoon types, over and over and over while starting to walk again.

Namjoon: Some girl who says she's your friend.
Namjoon: Terin, that's her name. She's a hot one. 👀

Once Yoongi's dragging feet reach the elevator, he sighs, smiling a little to himself at the thought of the woman waiting for him.

Yoongi: Tell her I'll be over soon. 😊

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A/N; the rest of the chapters will be published when Wattpad has its shit together, aha~ so 2 days at best.