Yoongi:

Yoongi yawns, stretching his arms above his head. He takes in his surroundings, unsure where he is or when he went to sleep. As he begins to recognise the TV and couch he is laying on, he realises he is still at Lilly's place.

As he becomes accustomed to the light peeking through the window, he notices a weight on his chest.

He looks down to see Lilly's head resting on his chest. Blushing, he looks to his left to see the main Netflix screen. They must have fallen asleep whilst watching a movie.

Yoongi smirks, resting his hand on her head. His heart begins to race as he realises they practically slept together.

Lilly begins to stir, looking around, mystified. She shyly peeks up at Yoongi. Still smirking he rests his hands under his head.

"Good morning, beautiful," he murmurs. Lilly sits up abruptly, startling Yoongi into sitting beside her.

"D-d-d-did... did we sleep here?" Lilly stutters quietly. Yoongi chuckles, eyeing her seductively.

"We sure did," he smirks, leaning closer.

Lilly makes a small sound that sounds suspiciously like 'meep' before jumping from the couch and rushing to her bedroom. Yoongi chuckles a little more as he stretches and heads to the kitchen. He begins making some breakfast and a delicious mug of coffee.

Lilly comes out of the bedroom showered and dressed. Her face isn't too puffy now from sleeping on the sofa. Yoongi thinks she looks cute either way.

"Thank you," She murmurs quietly as she takes a seat in front of the food and coffee. Yoongi smirks as images of them as a newlywed couple invade his mind.

What's wrong with me? Yoongi wonders, still smirking.

Lilly eyes him warily as he continues to smirk silently to himself. He knows he's making her uncomfortable, but he can't help it. They slept together. She fell asleep on his chest. Nothing could deflate his ego right now.

He receives a text. Curious, he opens it.

HOBI: Jimin and Jin want to know where you slept last night... Jimin was whingeing all night, and Jin said it felt strange without you in the room. Did you sleep at the studio again?

Yoongi smirks, looking up at Lilly. She frowns at him, causing him to giggle.

Cute.

SUGA: Just tell them that's where I slept ;D

Hoseok replies almost instantly, so they start texting each other.

HOBI: Are you suggesting that's not where you slept?

SUGA: I'll tell you if you don't tell them.

HOBIE: No, no way, I don't want to know. You know I can't keep big secrets, especially from my roomie.

SUGA: Good point. Just tell them I slept at the studio again, okay?

HOBIE: yep, yep, yep!

Yoongi puts his phone down, beaming up at Lilly. But Lilly seems to hate feeling embarrassed.

"Stop grinning at me like that!" She snaps playfully, "People will think we slept together,"

"But we did," Yoongi snickers as Lilly smacks his arm.

"Yah! We just fell asleep in the same place, we didn't sleep together!" Lilly argues, increasing Yoongi's hysteria.

"Whatever you say, baby," Yoongi grins as Lilly blushes darker than ever.

"B-B-B-Baby...?" she stutters, looking down at her food to hide her glowing cheeks.

"What?" Yoongi grins, "Don't you like baby?"

"That's not it..." She whispers.

"Ahhh, I see," Yoongi leans forward, "You like it too much?"

Lilly glares at him, her hot cheeks somehow darkening even more.

"YAH!" She screams standing up and walking around the table. Yoongi springs from his seat and attempts to hide. He sprints into the lounge room and hides behind the wall. Lilly follows him, expecting to see him on the couch.

As she enters the room, Yoongi grasps her waist and spins her around, pressing her softly into the wall. He rests his elbow on the wall beside her head, so their foreheads are touching.

Lilly's breath hitches loudly from shock, but she doesn't push him away. Her breathing is harsh, but she has no fear in her eyes. Yoongi presses into her so there is no more room between them.

"Baby?" Yoongi whispers huskily. Lilly nods, her words stuck in her throat.

"I think... I think I love you," The words slip out before he can stop them. But he doesn't regret it. Lilly's body responds accordingly. Her breathing becomes rapid and her heart rate increases.

"I think I love you too," She whispers before closing the only gap between them. Her lips seek his, and his lips find hers.

This time is different. This isn't Yoongi comforting her, or a simple goodbye kiss. This kiss builds the tension in their lower abdomens. 'Kiss' is an understatement, yet 'making out' is too juvenile.

Lilly's hands explore Yoongi's body of their own accord, clawing and gripping his back like her life depends on it. Yoongi's hands cling to her like she's the last bit of oxygen left on Earth. One around her waist and one cupping her head.

All of a sudden, Yoongi pulls away, breathing heavily. Lilly takes a big shaky breath, looking up into those dark eyes. Yoongi's heart won't stop thumping. Not even choreography has made his heart beat this fast and heavy before. He lets out a deep sigh.

"That was nice," He murmurs sexily, causing Lilly to giggle.

"Why did you stop then?" Lilly asks seductively, still clinging to Yoongi. Yoongi closes his eyes for a moment.

She's so goddamn distracting!

"Because we have to get to work," He forces out, "And I don't trust myself to continue,"

Lilly blushes, letting him go.

"Don't lie," She whispers wide-eyed, "I can't possibly make you feel that way,"

"Well, you do," He grins as he kisses her on the cheek before stepping away from her.

"Let's get to work," He chuckles as they collect their things and leave, their hearts beating and eyes watching each other through rose-coloured lenses.

. . . . . 

Lilly:

Today I had to sign so many documents. I worked with Bang PD on the privacy agreements and what I can and can't do at the entertainment. Considering the type of business this is, most of the things I can't do are basic common sense. It's not a very strict business.

As I rub my forehead, the headache from the mental stress building, I open my phone. I have many messages, mainly from the music producer's group chat and Yoongi. However, I spot one from Namjoon. I open it first, feeling like it might be the more important one. I read it as I continue home.

RM: Hey, I need to talk to you about Jimin. Call me when you finish work.

Frowning, I dial the number.

Namjoon answers quickly.

"Hello?" he mumbles, sounding a little stressed.

"Hey, Namjoon, what did you want to talk to me about?

"Jimin left last night," He begins, sighing sadly.

"Why?" I frown. More importantly, why is he telling me?

"He's going on a break. He wanted me to tell you that he understands how you feel now, and he accepts it," Namjoon explains, "He says Yoongi told him the truth and how you two are an item now. He wishes things could have turned out differently, but he hopes you're happy,"

A tear falls down my face as I imagine Jimin crying in the corner of his room, especially after I rejected him yesterday like that.

"I... I'm so sorry,"

"Don't be sorry, you can't control who you fall for," Namjoon laughs bitterly, "Oh, one more thing,"

"Yeah?" I wipe the tear away, taking a deep breath.

"Jimin seemed a little... shocked? Disturbed? I was just curious as to what you said to him..."

I swallow, realising exactly why he'd have been a little disturbed.

"I... we had a fight... and... well,"

Can I tell Namjoon something like this?

"You don't have to tell me if it's personal," Namjoon interrupts my rambling, "Just don't be too hard on him. He's a very emotional person, and I think you're the first person he fell in love with,"
Guilt bubbles at the pit of my stomach. Why is rejecting someone so difficult? Why did it have to end like that?

"Look after him, Namjoon," I mumble, "What I told him... it would have made him very upset. He's a decent guy... I just need time away from him for a while. Maybe that's why he left..."

"Did he do something to hurt you?" Namjoon blurts.

"Uh... not exactly... a little..." I bite my lip. I'm not ready to tell Namjoon. We're not close enough.

"Alright, alright, I understand. It's personal. I'll keep messaging him and make sure he's alright. I'll let you know if anything comes up, okay?"

"Ok," I smile sadly, "Thank you, Namjoon,"

"It's alright. I'll let you go. Have a good afternoon,"

"Yeah," I hang up, feeling a little consoled that Jimin is being mature and taking the time off to get himself together.

I make a mental note to call him when Namjoon notifies me that he's back. I continue to make my way home, feeling a little lost knowing I've hurt Jimin so much.

As I get home, my phone vibrates again. This time, it's Yoongi. Grinning, I begin texting him.

YOONGI: Hey, you've finished work, right?

LILLY: Yep, just got home. Why?

YOONGI: Do you want to go out for dinner tonight?

LILLY: That would be nice :)

YOONGI: Good, because I'm out the front of the apartment complex.

LILLY: What?

YOONGI: I'm coming up :D

I squeal, throwing my phone on the counter and rushing to the shower to get ready. As I get out I hear Yoongi knock on the door.

I wrap a large towel around me and shuffle to the door. When I open it I see Yoongi grinning gummily at me. His smile fades as he notices I'm wrapped in a towel. He smirks, entering the apartment.

"Why are you wearing that?" Yoongi snickers, "Hurry up, go get dressed,"

"I needed a shower," I pout, wrapping my arms around myself. Yoongi leans forward and pecks me on my lips. I blush, fiddling with the towel.

"If you don't hurry up, I'm tugging that towel off," He smirks seductively, slowly reaching his hand up to the end of the towel. I squirm, spinning around and rushing to the bedroom without replying.

As I close the door I take a moment to control my heartbeat.

What's wrong with him?!

As I begin calling him a pervert I imagine what would happen if he pulled the towel off me. Blushing furiously I smack my cheeks to force those thoughts out of my head.

What's wrong with me?!

I shake my head and head to my closet, pulling out my favourite leather jacket, some jeans, and a white shirt.

I smile sadly as I remember I wore something similar to my date with Jimin.

Well, then I'll just wear something different.

I put the jeans back and pull out a black, lace skirt and stockings. It's not too similar now.

Smiling happily, I get dressed.

As I enter the living room, I smooth out my skirt and shirt. I glance up at Yoongi shyly, who just watches me impassively.

"What do you think?" I ask. Yoongi smirks, stands and makes his way over to me. He stops just in front of me, looking down at my blushing face.

"You look beautiful," He scoffs, "Wait, you always look beautiful. But right now, looking to me for confirmation, you look the sexiest," I giggle, all of my shyness evaporating.

"You look pretty good too," I smirk. He's wearing a simple black shirt, a hoodie and jeans with sneakers, "Where are we going?"

"Just a movie and some street food," He grins at the thought, "Have you tried street food yet?"

"Not yet..." I frown, "Can we do those things?"

"What do you mean?" Yoongi chuckles.

"Well... you're a celebrity... wouldn't it be risky?" I grab my purse and we begin making our way out of the apartment and down to the car.

"It will be. But I want to do it with you," Yoongi blushes a little, "Plus, I'll have these two bad boys," I giggle as he pulls out a mask and a cap. He puts them on, pushing most of his hair under the cap so he is almost unrecognisable.

"Let's go" He grins, leading me to his car.

. . . . . 

Yoongi:

Yoongi picks out a cheesy romcom to hopefully encourage Lilly. He's not a rom-com person, but he's always wanted to go on a movie date that's full of cliché hints. After the movie, they decide to walk to one of Yoongi's old favourite street food places.

Before they get out of the car, Yoongi lays down some rules to hide his identity. He passes her a bucket hat similar to his to hide her identity too, just in case.

As they begin eating the street food, Yoongi continues to hold onto her hand tightly. Even though it is making it hard to eat, and even though Lilly keeps giving him a cheeky grin, he holds onto her tightly.

She's mine, she's finally mine.

Yoongi begins wondering how he should bring up what they are. They obviously like each other, but he likes the idea of making it official.

They talk about simple, mundane things, like what the weather is like in Seoul during winter and summer, and different schedule plans Yoongi has. After a while, Yoongi changes the topic to her. He questions everything he can think of. He wants to know everything, so he can say that he honestly knows her well.

As they talk, Yoongi can feel his heart spinning and thumping over and over again, letting him know he's falling for her again and again.

The way she pulls her hair over her ears, the way her eyes look like half moons when she smiles, the way she grins when he grins. All these simple things build up inside him, little memories of her subtle movements and habits. They remind him of her when she's not around like he's on record when they are together and on playback when they're not.

Eventually, he begins stroking her knuckles with his thumb, the feeling resonating in his lower abdomen. He just wants to pull her onto his lap and kiss her roughly.

Even though they are wearing masks, Yoongi can tell when she's pouting, when she's sad, and when she's grinning.

All of a sudden, Yoongi spots a flash to his right. He spins around to see 2 reporters hiding behind an advertisement nearby.

His heart sinks as he recognises them as dispatch photographers. They must have recognised him by his voice.

Why didn't I think of that?

Lilly hasn't noticed anything yet.

"What's wrong?" She asks at the wrong time. One of the reporter's eyes goes wide, realising they've hit the jackpot.

What do I do?

For a moment, Yoongi actually considers going up to them and destroying their camera, threatening them, and telling them not to post anything or else.

But, if that doesn't work, they'll work his threats into the article, making Yoongi look like a really bad guy.

"We need to go, now," Yoongi mumbles, sliding out of his seat before grabbing Lilly's hand and leading her in the opposite direction of the reporters

"What's wrong?" She asks again.

"Reporters, next to that stand," Yoongi whispers, pointing to the 2 men. Lilly's eyes go wide with shock as she realises what is happening.

"Oh no! What are we going to do?"

"Run. We need to get them off our tail, so we don't lead them to your place. Ready?"

Lilly nods, tightening her grip on Yoongi's hand.

Yoongi keeps leading her through the chairs, aware that the reporters have started following them.

"Now," Yoongi mutters, pulling Lilly into a sprint.

"YAH!" One of the reporters calls out as they attempt to catch up to them. Lilly squeals as Yoongi pulls her around a corner, still running as fast as he can.

Yoongi begins feeling worried. They are definitely going to post those photos, but did they actually recognise him, or did they take the photos to see if he'd react and they'd find out who he is?

What about Lilly? Yoongi bites his lip as he hears her panting behind him. She'll be overwhelmed by the fans' responses. She doesn't need any more stress.

But then again, dating an idol is stressful. What if she receives death threats and realises it's not worth it?

Yoongi's heart pumps painfully. He peers behind him to see if they lost them.

Yoongi sighs with relief as he notices they are no longer there. He pulls Lilly into a side alley, hiding her from view.

"That was close... do you think they recognised you?" She asks, not puffing too hard.

"They took a photo..." Yoongi breathes, feeling a little uncertain, "I'm not sure,"

Lilly looks down at the ground, obviously feeling nervous about the situation.

"Will it be okay?" She whispers nervously. Yoongi smirks, pulling her into him. She looks up into his eyes.

"It doesn't matter, let them know," He sighs happily, "As long as you won't leave me, I don't care what they think,"

Lilly giggles, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

"Are you asking me to be your girlfriend now?"

"Yes," He whispers, pulling down his mask, "Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Yes," she sighs. Yoongi hooks his finger under her mask, gently pulling it away. He presses his lips into hers, elation exploding in his abdomen.

Who cares if they know?

I'll still love her, and she'll still love me.