~Seyeon~

I ended up wearing Yoongi's familiar black, turtleneck shirt before leaving the room. It looked like a dress on me since it was long so I had to take off my top and skirt because of those marks Yoongi had left on me. Thankfully a turtleneck shirt can hide them.

Jiyeon slid an arm around me, laughing. "Do I need to ask?"

"Don't," I snapped.

Jiyeon giggled. "I can guess what happened."

I stopped glaring at her and then arched my eyebrows, "You can?"

"Hoseok's like that with me too."

"He is?" My eyes widened at the news.

Jiyeon leaned towards me and whispered, "One time when I was wearing a low-cut blouse, he ripped it with me still wearing it."

"No way," I whispered.

She nodded, eyes darting to see where the others were before continuing in a whisper. "It was so hot."

I couldn't supress the giggle.

Jiyeon's eyes twinkled. "You can guess what happened after he ripped it."

"Was it worth it?" 

Jiyeon smirked. "Well, yeah!"

I squealed, clapping my hands. "That is so hot! Yoongi needs to learn a few things from Hoseok."

"Jiyeon-ah!" we heard Hoseok called out.

"Oh! That's my husband calling for me," Jiyeon said, eyes bright as she gestured for Hoseok to wait. "Taehyung did something similar to Minseo too, I think. Yoongi leaving marks on you is a little surprising, seeing as this is Yoongi we're talking about but hey, this just shows that Yoongi's starting to become more expressive."

"Well, I like that he's expressive," I mumbled, suddenly remembering that Yoongi's been asking about my past even though all these years, he sometimes turn a blind eye to it. I wonder why he's starting to slowly change so much?

Turning my attention to Jiyeon, I asked in a quiet voice, "So, what did Tae do to Minseo?"

"Hoseok didn't say but apparently it was that funny. You're going to have to ask Minseo about it."

I watched as Jiyeon walked off to join Hoseok who had to change his outfit. I winced at that. I don't really want to imagine why he'd ask her to join him.

When I felt eyes on me, I turned and saw Yoongi there, trying to cover his laugh with his hand. I glared at him. He winked in response to my glare and went back to looking at the photos.

I crossed my arms. Well, so much for my cute outfit.

When Yoongi was done with his photoshoot, he found me in one of the private rooms. I had thirty minutes before I leave to go see Harin. Since I was worried about traffic, I wanted to leave a little early. Especially since Harin is ten minutes away from the place.

"I like seeing you in my clothes," Yoongi murmured, closing the door behind him. "Should we do something about that too?"

I straightened myself at the sound of his voice before I felt his arms around me.

"I'll kill you," I muttered, arms crossed.

Yoongi chuckled, leaning towards me and kissing my temple, "You're cute."

I rolled my eyes. "People were giving me looks, you know."

Yoongi released his hold on me. "The members?"

I uncrossed my arms, "They wouldn't stop teasing me! Can you imagine how I felt?"

Well, Seokjin and Hoseok were teasing me non-stop. Jungkook and Namjoon were blushing and avoiding my eyes. As for Taehyung and Jimin, they didn't even bother to pretend not to see the marks. They were loudly asking me about it and I wanted to bury myself.

Yoongi shrugged, obviously not caring at all.

I glared at him as I leaned back against the sofa, hands gripping it.

Yoongi ruffled my hair affectionately. "You love me."

I said nothing to that.

Yoongi bent down so he could peer at my face. When he saw my scowl, he smiled. That beautiful, gentle smile of his. "Don't you?"

"You know I do," I muttered, glaring.

Yoongi lowered his head, lips brushing against my jawline, "Say it."

I sighed. "I love you."

Yoongi playfully nipped at my earlobe, making me yelp in surprise. "And I love you too, Tiny."

My heart skipped at beat. Pressing my hands to his chest, I gently pushed him back so that I can look at him.

His eyes were all warm and soft.

"Again," I whispered.

Yoongi's large hands gently cupped my face before he gave me a soft kiss that leaves me wanting more.

"I love you," he murmured. "Only you."

"Again!" I said, grinning.

A soft sigh left Yoongi's lips as he shook his head at me. "I can show you if you want."

"Huh? What do you—" I was cut off when Yoongi suddenly reached for the end of the shirt on me. "Wait! No! I don't need you to show it to me!"

I struggled to push the shirt down. "Really. I'm fine."

"Yeah, I'm not exactly the type who'll do something like this at work although I can't say the same thing for Hoseok and Taehyung," Yoongi smirked, letting go. "I'm coming over tonight so make sure you're home."

"You are?"

Yoongi leaned down, lightly tapping his forehead against mine for a brief moment before pulling away. "Yeah, I am."

"Okay," I said, softly.

Yoongi reached for my wrist, checking the time before saying, "I should let you go, huh? Have fun with Harin. Tell her I said hi."

~Yoongi~

That afternoon when Yoongi went back to the studios to work on something, he was surprised to see Wooyoung there. No. Not that surprised.

"Stalking?" Yoongi said with a cold smile as he neared Wooyoung.

Wooyoung turned around to face Yoongi. "I'm one of the people in charge of patrolling the area."

Yoongi knew what he meant. There's been some suspicious activities occurring around the area. Afraid for the artists and staff members, there's been some officers patrolling the area, quietly and privately.

The cold smile didn't leave Yoongi's lips.

"Are you sure that's the reason you've been hanging around here lately?"

Wooyoung arched his eyebrows, "Are you suggesting there are other reasons?"

Yoongi took a step towards him, "I think you and I both know there is another reason."