[UNEDITED]

A/N: as you can already tell, my love for drake memes lives longer than any love. this .gif of drake = me writing this chapter.

*reader discretion is advised - sexy times*

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My eyes are wide, Yoongi's laughing uncomfortably. When we look around the sex toys, whips, and masks on the walls, there's slight room for romance with the mattress laid on the ground. Rose petals, white linen. With a poster board that says, "Get it on you stuck-up-snobs." My nightmare glorifies when finding a table smack in the center, a cake with a graphic image of porn painted where the candle ignited. The gifts that scatter around in congratulatory fashion are several boxes of condoms (different sizes). The perfect way to describe what we both see: a redesigned interior, a roomy shed... "A Nanami-approved sex dungeon."

"Is that a saw? No, it's a drill?" Yoongi snorts, holding it by the different leather masks that hang off the walls. "I'm praying they forgot it while cleaning, and not purposely leaving it behind 'cause that would be a whole different level of kink."

I flush, side-glance at the man that roams the wall with the toys, whips, and masks. I stay close to the table with the condoms and cake. Pursing my lips, I turn and eye the flame that starts to burn closer to the icing. I blow it out, staring for longer.

"I can't tell if this is a joke..." Yoongi's voice is amused. When I turn to look back at him, my chest heaves in fright. He wears a black leather mask that zips in the front, a pink paddle whip in his hand. When he notices I'm scared, he's holding back laughter taking the mask off. The whip stays in his hand while walking towards me. "I can strangely see the core of romance."

I don't say anything. I haven't said anything since the initial exploring of the shed...

Yoongi stands close behind me. I feel my hair move from his breath that says, "That cake looks terrifying," then he laughs, and I shiver.

He moves away from behind me and I take a long breath of relief. That relief turns an instant gasp when I jolt, hands holding the wiggling table. My butt under my dress feels a tingling burn, and when I look back to Min Yoongi with wide eyes, he puts the whip down and goes, "Wow that was loud and not subtle at all." He whips me a second time. I jump once more.

My mouth opens, angry I snatch the whip out of Yoongi's hands and scold, "You're supposed to ask for my consent. Hello? BDSM, 101." Yoongi's brows jump, "How do you know—" I panic, "I read a lot." Yoongi slyly grins with a nod, saying, "In your little feminist books?" I stare away from him, squinting my eyes over how my ass hurts. "Don't mock me," I grumble, feeling slight tears.

Yoongi's eyes soften, his shoulders sulk. "Does it hurt?" he moves close to me, staring at my backside that I try to hide. "I'm sorry, I should've asked I—"

I look him in the eyes and say, "Turn around," with tears.

Yoongi steps back and laughs, shaking his head. "You're not whipping me," he states. My eyes narrow, "You whipped me twice! It hurts!" Yoongi swallows hard, "Y-Yeah, which is why I'm against wanting my ass-cheek bruised."

I put the paddle up, ready to strike. I whine, "So it's okay for my ass to bruise?" Yoongi's nose scrunches, "Is it wrong of me to be honest and say that's a hot image?" I try not to smile when his face looks adorably scared.

I turn him around myself and when he sighs a consent, I don't hold back. I give one good swing. When I do, I feel bad. Yoongi dances around cursing. Like he's been shot in the ass.

With slight angry eyes, he snatches the paddle away from me and places it back where he found it. I lean close to the table, eyes soft when he bends down with his hands on his knees. Yoongi breathes, I watch him. "I'm sorry, are you okay?" He points his finger up saying, "Yes. That just hurt like a bitch. One second, let me collect myself." I nod, allowing him.

[ YOONGI'S P.O.V. ]

I seal my lips together while looking at your waist before me. I'm bent and at perfect eye-level, seeing you wait for my back to straighten. I do. I do straighten when hearing you speak again but I make sure I catch you off guard. Your breath shakes, and you jump back into the table. I move both of my hands around, blocking you from escaping.

I smile sweetly when seeing how beautiful you look while shocked.  The smile falls slow, my jaw clenches, and I lean my forehead to tap against yours. Torso and legs leaning in, causing our feel to scramble and move further back in a tangle.  I purposely move my foot between the slit of your dress, my jeans scraping your bare thigh. My belt melting to nudge your pelvis. Your bottom lip trembles at my actions, head ducking down from my gaze. Courage for managing the distance now, lost.

I shut my eyes, squinting them tight. I want to speak but can't. Being this close to you makes my heart explode in beats I don't recognize normally. It's a saddening thought, seeing how I haven't been this close to you in a long while. I crave this. I breathe you in for a long second, opening when feeling your hands move to my chest. You lamely try to push me back.

Glancing down at your hand, I smile when seeing your naked finger for where your wedding band should be. Licking over my lips slow, I say, "I couldn't find my necklace for the longest time." You still don't look at my eyes, so I continue, "I took one whole day searching and finally found it creeping behind my lamp." You say, "Why are you telling me this?" I say, "Because you're not wearing yours." We both become quiet at that.

I let my hand leave yours. I reach into my jacket pocket and pull out a velvet box. I can't tell if you see it because your head ducks too low. Opening, I pull out a shiny fat ring. Silver, diamond, and screaming to be filled, I hold the hand that pushes at my chest. "I made sure to get the right size this time." With a shy smile, I place it on to your finger. When I do, I place your palm flat over my gold chain. Over my chest.

I sigh, content. My forehead hits yours gentle again. "I don't feel like a stranger," I whisper, "You miss me being around you, so when I am, you feel the need to break down." From the way your lips tremble, I can tell I'm right.

"I left to give you space, didn't enter the house..." I say, "I did this for you...I knew I fucked up, and I knew you needed the space to think. I get it, I do. I know all you hear, see, and smell is Terin and it's hard to come past what I did...you deserve more than what I was giving you and I'm sorry for that."

You don't look up to see the hurt in my eyes. I soothe you, thumb softly moving over your backhand. "I'm sorry for hurting you and making you feel like shit, I really am," I whisper light, "and I'm sorry for ever lying to you about Terin. If you ever ask me why I did what I did, I'll never have the best answer. I don't know. But if you ask me why I didn't tell you, it's easy. I love you. That's it. I love you and that thought scared me, so I kept lying, kept the denial runnin'. I'm so sorry."

You open your watering eyes. I smile a little when you do, eyes remaining pained when looking over. "Believe me," I say, begging while allowing my nose to hit yours. When the contact occurs, you tremble uncontrollably at your mouth—my heart sinks. "I love you," I sigh, not so content.

"I need you to move away from me."

"No," I say, jaw clenching, "I've been stupidly doing that for the past few weeks. Not anymore. Never again." You're wanting badly to cry, I can tell. Why do you hold back? That scares me more. Crying used to be easy around me... "Yoongi move," you say wavering. I don't. I stare in response.

Tears betray you, a few leaping onto your cheek. I move my free hand over, wiping. Then I nuzzle my nose with yours while shaking me head. You sink down having a painful smile plaster my lips. Your forehead graces my lips while you hide further. I allow myself to kiss your temple. I hover and press there for seconds everlasting. We're in silence.

I smell you around me. This closeness feels right. I don't want to lose you. That's no longer a part of my agenda.  Sinking my head, the same you do, I rest against your forehead. Try to catch your eyes. When I can't, I kiss your hair. Then I sigh and kiss your cheek. Kissing down your face, I mumble, "I don't want to lose you," near your lips. I go for it, I lean. Yu block it by now arching your neck back; head up.

Courage restored, you look straight into my eyes now. I smile. "I'm never divorcing you," I say honest, "Let's get that straight in the clear. We'll work on this. We'll work on us." "

"Yoon—"

"Now before you bombard me with the 'caring for you' bullshit, I'm saying no because I do care about you. I'm selfish, greedy, and in no way ready to lose the love of my life."

Silence.
We love the silence.

Licking my lips, I ask, "...what you say? Work on it?"

You blink at me. I beg softly and when you try to push my suffocating form away by lingering your hands at my stomach, your palms sink and feel my every tense muscle.

"I'm a better man than the one you married." Soft whispers. You look into my eyes again. I smile, I lean for a kiss. As I hover for one, you finally say, "I don't ever want to go through heartbreak again—" I breathily laugh, cutting you off. It's a relieved laugh and I hastily shoot, "I won't. I won't hurt you again." You ask, "Would you cheat on me?" I say, "While being in love with you? No." You ask, "What if you fall out of love?" I say, "Then I'll find my way back to loving you. No more. I won't be looking at any other outside of you...you're my wife."

"I don't trust you."

I smile, "You will."

"I'll have to work on it. We—" you scold with your crying eyes, "We will. You understand me? I'm not putting in all the effort and having this play out. This isn't like painting rooms in the house, where you leave me all alone."

"I was with Terin while you were doing that."

"Min Yoongi!"

"What? I'm being honest."

You whimper, smack my chest and I smile, pecking your nose.

"Don't try to be cute, I'm still mad at you."

"I'm not trying to be cute. It comes naturally."

"You're not funny." You sigh, bringing your hands up to wipe away remaining tears. "Ah, my eye makeup is smudging, move away from me."

"I just got you near me, why would I move away?"

"We're in a creepy shed with even creepier toys, I want to leave."

"I like it."

"I don't."

I bite my lips, cock my brow and whisper, "There are definitely enough condoms for the night...?"

"I'm not about making love in Nanami's friend's backyard-shed."

I smirk side-ways, amused but aroused as I coo, "...so you were thinking about it? Making love, huh?"

There's a hotness to your cheeks as you say, "No." I smile and lean for a kiss that you reject again, saying, "Don't worry, Suga sugar Daddy's got you."

Then you say, "Did you catch any diseases I should know about?" I deadpan. You finally smile, amused by your own question. "No," I say. "I need you to be tested, I don't trust you," you say, and I glare. You glare back, "What? I'm serious. We'll get tested together. It's always healthy knowing." "Fine," I grumble." "Thank you," you sigh.

Silence.
We love silence.

"Kiss me," I say. You stare at my lips then my eyes. Cutely, you shake your head. I purse my lips from smiling. I say, "Don't make me spank you."

When you whisper, "My ass still hurts," I move to grab. Your breath hitches, you body slams to mine in shock, and I continue to squeeze, "Mmmm," I hum. You slap my hands away and I hold back from laughing.

"Ease up," I flirt, leaning in to kiss your cheek jaw neck collarbone and naked shoulder. You relax, lips trembling for reasons outside of crying.

I smirk when hearing your breathing change. My hands wrap around your waist, you lean close to me. Chest cushioning against my necklace ring, I slobber in marking you for mine. You clench the fabric of my jacket tight. I let you take my jacket off, slowly hearing it hit the wood under my boots and your heels.

Sucking below your ear, your torso does a wave against mine as you enjoy the teasing. When I hear a purr deflate from the back of your throat, I let the skin go, licking over for a peck and pulling back. Your smudged eyes meet mine. You're breathless while I'm just getting started. "Why were you calling Icarus?" I ask, voice dark and demanding.

"I needed a friend."

"Okay." I believe you.

"I..." You move to speak but I stop you. I roll the front of my shirt, undo my belt. The leather is in my hands when I look back at your confused ones. I let it drop for now, unbuttoning my jeans and pull down the zipper. My boxer-briefs show, a slight tease in the dimmed light surrounding us.

You stare at my eyes. I smirk at you.

"You're an idiot if you think we're doing anything tonight," you say this breathily the same time you whimper, hug at my shoulders, and pan your mouth to mine. Hugging my head down, eager lips smack in want for one another instant. I let go of my jeans and hold to squeeze your hips, pulling you up and against me with a grunt.

We kiss and forget how to take breaks for breathing. When I need it, like an animal, I breathe against your lips but never let the hunger fade. You do the same, but in giggles when reminding me, "Easy easy." I don't go easy.

I have you moan when feeling my bulge between the shear of your dress—your naked thigh held by my hand that peeks under your skirt. Yanking it up and around my waist. Your mouth widens over what you feel. I grin over your reaction. "A-Ah," you shakily moan when I playfully thrust. "Hm," I hum, sinking in to slobber near your breasts. I open my mouth wide and kiss for sucks, making your skin wet the more I get haste and uneasy with it.

When we kiss, you're close to the cake with your lean. Condom boxes are thrown to the ground, the legs of the wood behind your stability wobble and whine and creak. When I thrust over our clothes a second time, you giggle, I grunt. The table falls and we're tripping back. You sink your head into the crook of my neck, embarrassed. I hug you, smiling and kissing your hair.

"Pause?" you ask by my ear. "No," I chuckle when you gasp at my sudden hold on you.

I pick you up and weakly grunt when we fall onto the mattress in the corner. I crawl over you like an eager spider, and you giggle the most adorable way at how fast I want this. Hands shy over your face, you watch me make a mockery of myself as I struggle in getting my tee off. Such a simple fabric, yet I fail. When You help, I fling it in the corner, devour your mouth with kisses, and you pull me down to you.

"I love you," I say. "I love me too," you say, smiling wild.

I chuckle, toss the board Nanami made off the mattress and move the both of us more into the center.

Your body does a wave below me, fixing your dress so your legs move out from under the slits of the skirt. Wrapping strong around my waist, you arch your back, tease me with a grind and thrust of your own. Then you moan, "Have me," and I lose it.

I kiss your lips wet. We're sloppy.

As we tease, your hands peek around my back and into my boxer-briefs. Your hands in my jeans and on my ass. I bite your lip, slowing down my love for you while kissing you soft. I make it known how much I want this, how much I want you, as I take your hands from around me by the cushion underneath us. Mouth on mouth, I hold your hands and whisk in a few squeezes of comfort when placing intertwined palms by the side of your loosening bun.

We slow. I breathe, you breathe. Your lips are swelling, and your lip stick is a complete smudge. When I stare down at your beauty, you laugh up at my face. I ask, "What?" and you reply with a pout, wiping the lipstick that smears all around my mouth.

You cup my cheek, lean up and kiss me gentle. Then you pull down to lay on the mattress, petting the hair back past my forehead. I blink tired and with love, leaning in for another kiss. You return it, soft and knowing. I sigh against you, putting my weight. Laying on you. You grunt, arching your neck back for air, "Yoongi you're crushing me," you whine with a giggle. I lay on your chest, holding some weight on my knees, "I'll sleep right here." "No sex?" you ask, fingers running through my hair. I smirk, glance up at you and ask, "I thought I needed to be tested...?"

"I trust you."

"You trust me? Or are you just horny now?"

"The latter." You stifle a smirk and I shake my head, chuckling.

"I'll get tested, we'll wait." I close my eyes, liking how your hands feel in my hair.

"You'll wait?"

"Of course, I will." I peck your cheek in the most adorable way.

Your eyes water, you smile. "Thank you."

"No need to thank me on waiting for sex," I mumble, picking my body off from laying to crush yours, "If anything, I'd rather not have my first with you in a shed either."

"Where would you like it?" you ask.

I smile, "At home."

"You are my home, house or no house."

"What a cheesy romantic you are." You giggle when I call you out.

"Don't mock me."

"I always do."

"You've got to find a better way in showing that you care," you rub my arm that balancing by your head. "Teasing woman like a 10-year-old boy isn't going to cut it anymore."

"What would you like?"

"Compliments."

"Compliments?"

"I want you to tell me I'm beautiful every day," you whisper, eyes playful. "Not only when I'm mad at you, or when I'm wearing a sexy dress. I want it every day. When I'm bare-faced, taking a shit, crying and breaking-out while on my period..." You trail, bite your lip and watch for me to react.

When I don't laugh or roll my eyes, instead, smile and nod, you're the surprised one. "Really?" you ask, laughing. "Yes beautiful," I sigh, aiming for you lips only to scope out a peck for your forehead instead. You pout.

"...compliments past just my exterior as well," you demand, catching my eyes again, "You're already so great at those. Don't you dare stop." I smile. Nodding and listening and obeying.

"Do I get compliments?" I challenge.

"Mhm?"

"Compliments, do I...?" I challenge again, grinning large.

You arch up, kiss me, and lay back down. "Of course, my sweet," you purr, hugging my shoulders down. "I'll remind you of your beauty every day in every circumstance too." I cock my brow when you continue soft, "...I'll also compliment your genius every chance I get."

"I don't need reminders that I'm a genius. I'm aware." You roll your eyes when I cockily finish.

We kiss. You smile shy when I tickle under your chin and force you to move a certain way. We kiss again. Then again. Your legs fall from around my waist, lazily laying down. Your heels poke the mattress. I peck, I kiss. We kiss again and again and again. You say, "You taste good." I say, "I kept chewing gum...I was nervous." You smile. We kiss again.

"I love you," you stare up at me. Even after what we've been through, after the kisses and the hunger. There is still hesitancy in your eyes when saying, "...a lot...it freaks me out how much I love you."

I play with your cheek. My finger taps your chin and you swirl your tongue over when I curse, aroused. "I really wanna fuck you," I say. Then you say, "What a cheesy romantic you are." We both laugh.

I jump. You jump. Suddenly, "Careless Whisper" by George Michael plays muffled outside the shed.

In the distance, Nanami and Jungkook simultaneously shout, "Sorry!"

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

A/N: story ending soon. very soon. emphasis on the "very". hint hint, nudge nudge. okay bye, i'm about to go take a dump now. don't you just love pooping? it's the best feeling. *sighs*