It’s the D-day.

I looked around my apartment as my hands were busy working to pack the last box. It’s been great. Memories after memories came flashing on the back of my mind as my eyes observed every nook and cranny. They have their own stories; of laughters for unnamed joy and tears for useless regrets, of frustration regarding unfinished responsibilities, of lonely sleepless nights staring at idled phone screen with a silent company of a cup of hot chamomile tea, of falling asleep on the coffee table with a sappy midnight drama playing on the TV left unwatched. My eyes stung. Why was I so emotional? I was moving to my boyfriend’s house after all. I might be leaving some of the memories behind with the people who were going to rent the apartment for the next two years, but I was about to make more memories with someone I love the most. I was so excited. I was beyond thrilled, even. 

My eyes swept the almost empty apartment once again, mentally checking for things that might be left forgotten. Every furniture was still nicely placed on their original place. Nope, all I needed was packed nice and ready. 

I huffed out my exhaustion as I plopped myself onto my now sheetless bed, not bothering about whether such action would crumple my shirt. I just needed to wait for Yoongi to pick me up. He had promised me that he would personally pick me up at 9 and help me moving in to his place; our place. A chuckle slipped out of my mouth as I cringed to my silly thought. I checked my wrist watch out of a habit. It was 10 already. I shook off all of the bad thoughts on my mind and took out my phone from the pocket of my skinny jeans. I fiddled with it for a while, pacing back an forth about whether I should text him. What if he was in an important meeting? I bit my lower lip and texted him anyway.

“Yoongi – ah, you remember what day it is right?”

I pressed send and waited. Five minutes later, he replied to my Kakao.

“Jagiya.. Jeongmal mianhae. Today’s meeting took longer than usual and we still have not decided on the title track. I already asked help from manager-hyung to pick you up. You still have my apartment key right?” 

It happened again. I was already used to it, though. I just shrugged it off and replied to him.

“It’s okay Yoongi-ah. I will wait for you at your house. :)“

It didn’t take long before another message arrived.

“Our house. :)”

I couldn’t help but smiling like an idiot.

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Twenty minutes later, manager-oppa came and helped me put my things in the car. Like a sappy drama I used to watch when there weren’t many choices on TV at 2 in the morning, I managed to stand by the door, mouthing a silent good bye to the furnitures that held countless memories. We headed to Yoongi’s apartment right after the final check. 

Arriving at Yoongi’s apartment, manager-oppa helped me unload my things and even delivered them into Yoongi’s apartment. I felt bad for bothering him when a pair of gray eyebags were already hanging casually under his eyes. I said my gratitude as well as a promise to give him free drinks the next time he stop by the café. 

“ Are you okay by yourself?” he asked. 

“Yes, I’m totally fine. I can take care of my stuff from here on. Thank you so much for your help, oppa.”

“Okay then, good luck sharing a roof with Yoongi!” he left after a quick mischievous wink. 

As soon as I was alone, I stood still for a while, awkwardly rotating myself as I observed Yoongi’s apartment that had actually been quite familiar for me. Thanks to those rare lazy weekends when he would ask me to come over for a movie night and cinnamon pancakes as breakfast in the morning.

I started unboxing things and arranged them along with Yoongi’s similar stuff. After I had done with the arrangement in the living room, I went into his room while dragging my luggage as well as a box that held my personal stuff in my hand, not bothering to take two trips. As soon as I got into the bedroom, I observed his stuff and found no big difference from the last time I visited him. I took a deep breath and and felt his familiar scent, the kind of scent I could never get enough of. I had always had this shameless imagination about living with him, waking up next to him every morning and preparing breakfast for him. My cheeks went warm and I was sure enough that they flushed a crimson shade. A message coming from my Kakao Talk dragged me away from my thought.

Yoongi: “Jagiya, are you already home?”

I smiled as I read my boyfriend’s message, half-expecting that he was going home soon.

“Ne, I am. Are you coming home soon?” 

“Mianhae Jagiya, seems like it will take forever to finish. :( I still don’t know what time I’ll be able to go home. I’m sorry that I can’t help arranging your things. Feel free, it’s your home too after all. :)”

I consciously let out a long sigh as my heart sank. It’s okay, it’s fine. He would come home sooner or later. I would see him sooner or later. I repeated to myself like a mantra as I replied to him.

“Aah.. It can’t be helped then. I hope that your meeting goes well. Fighting, Yoongi-ah!” 

I ploped myself on Yoongi’s bed right after I pressed the send button. I had actually imagined having a fun date with Yoongi; I meant, arranging things together could be fun when you did it with someone you enjoyed being with. After all, we rarely spent a long time together. Our dates were short, always restricted by time. I hated myself for overthinking sometimes. I hated the fact that I was being whiny when I had obviously known all the consequences of dating an idol. I shot up from my lying position and shook my head.

“Aniya, later you will be able to meet him more often. Come on Aeri, stop being whiny.” I took a deep breath and tried to cheer myself. 

I got up and started to unpack my luggage. I took out my folded clothes carefully, trying not to crumple them as I transfered them to the empty part of Yoongi’s wardrobe. I was going to unpack the box as well, but I decided to have a little break. I lied on the bed, staring at the ceiling. My mind wandered and little did I know, the night slowly crept in as the sun went back to its hiding place and it was getting dark outside. I felt so tired. A few minutes later, I yawned and stretched my body on the bed. My eyelids grew heavier as the minutes passed.

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It turned out that I had successfully fallen asleep without switching the lights on. It felt like I’d been sleeping for ages when I tried to force my heavy eyelids open. I took some time to stretch and yawn, letting out the sleepiness that was left in me. Just when I got up and was about to go out of the bedroom to switch the lamps on, I heard the sound of the front door opening.  I got all excited because I knew that it must have been Yoongi. I smirked as I silently made my way back to the bed, creating a scheme in my head to prank him. I lied on the bed and closed my eyes as I started controlling my breath and pretending to sleep so soundly. Not long after that, I heard the bedroom door clicked open. 

“Jagiya? Ah . . . she fell asleep.” I heard a slight sign of disappointment in Yoongi’s voice. 

I stayed still and tried so hard to keep my breath under control. He seemed to be pretty convinced by my acting skill. Or so I thought, until I felt the surface of the bed sank a little as he snuggled in. Right after that, I felt something cold on my lips. He stole a kiss from me! My hearbeat raced faster and I was slowly giving up on my attempt to control my breath. How could I manage to chill when I could feel butterflies dancing in my belly? I was tempted to open my eyes, but I still managed to keep them closed. I was determined to stick to the scenario, until he stole another kiss from me. This time, it was warmer, longer, more passionate, and . . . he even bit my lower lip!

“Mmh . . . Yoongi-ah,” I gave up on my acting before I lost my breath. He broke the kiss and smirked with one of his eyebrows raised.

“What? You don’t think that I would buy that lousy acting of yours right?” he said with a soft chuckle. I really love the sound of his laughter, but oh, he looked so tired up close. 

“Mwoya . . . You know it? I think my acting skill is perfect, though,” I said while hitting him lightly on his arm. 

“Yeah, you wish,” he chuckled a bit louder. 

I was really immersed into the beautiful moment. He was lying next to me, with our faces so close and eyes fixed on each other’s. I wanted to stay like this forever, when we could be together without time boundaries. When we could softly chuckle at each other as we enjoyed each other’s company. It was so simple, yet so serene. 

Yoongi’s smile slowly disappeared. He became quiet as he looked deeply into my eyes, as if he was reading into me. My heart sprinted again, it was beating so loud that I could hear it ringing in my ears. I could guess what he would do next; we had been there quite often. We had had these rare magical moments every once in a while; too sweet to be left forgotten. Too sweet that they were imprinted so clearly on the back of my mind. I slowly closed my eyes when he leant closer to me. 

He cupped my cheeks and I felt them melt under his cold palms. I grabbed the hem of his jacket out of habit as he placed his lips on mine. They danced in a perfect rhythm with mine, a rhythm so slow yet so sweet. A rhythm we had grown to love a tad too much whenever we shared a kiss. It was the kind of rhythm that couldn’t be produced using any musical equipment or instruments. It was the kind of rhythm that no words could describe. It was so strange, full of this weird electricity that I could never fathom, yet so familiar at the same time. It was the rhythm from our very first kiss which has stayed strong, even stronger each passing moment.

The kiss started so soft and sweet that I lost track of when it had begun to grow so passionate. I opened my mouth slightly as an attempt to provide more oxygen for my lungs, but Yoongi slipped his tongue into my mouth. I lightly gasped as I felt the stronger electricity running down my spine, leaving chills on every inch of it. Not that I hated it, but Yoongi had never kissed me this way and I was afraid to guess where this would lead to. Before I could get back to my senses, he started to give butterfly kisses down my neck. I couldn’t help but quivering in his sturdy arms. I felt so hot and the realization hit me when I heard Yoongi’s breathing that started to grow unsteady. 

“Yoo-Yoongi-ah . . . Wait . . .” I said in a tone so soft that I doubt he would hear it. But he did, because he then stopped and looked at me. He looked a bit taken aback and I could see a slight disappointment painted in his black orbs. It pained me.

“I mean, this is too sudden and I have not prepared myself yet. I’m . . . I’m kinda tired and look! I haven’t even unpacked that box. And I sweat a lot today, you have no idea,” I stuttered while rambling irrelevant logics as I slightly wiggled myself out of his embrace. My face was burning hot and I didn’t want to think about how red they must have looked. 

“Jagiya . . .” He said softly, trying to keep me on his bed. But my state of panic forced me to get up. I awkwardly walked towards the unpacked box and started unpacking it in a fake hasty manner. 

“It’s 3 in the morning and you smell nice,” he said as he got up to a sitting position, observing my awkward behaviour with his hawk eyes.

“Yeah, but you know . . . I need my books! Yeah! I need them in the morning. So I need to unpack them now. Where should I put them?” I tried to reason with him, even though deep down, I knew the chances for me to win are thin.

He let me finish the unpacking anyway, but his eyes never left me. He yawned a few times and I asked him to go to bed first, but he strongly refused if I wasn’t joining him. I tried to find another reason to steal more time, yet my brain decided to stop working. Probably because it was almost 4 in the morning.

“So? You’re done, right?” Yoongi asked me with raised eyebrows. I started fiddling with the books I had just arranged on the bookshelf, trying to avoid eye contacts.

“I . . . Well actually, I forgot to arrange them alphabetically. They’re not neat,” I stuttered once again. Yoongi huffed out of disbelief as he slumped his shoulders.

“You know what, it’s my place and guess what? According to the owner, those books are neat already so leave them and come here,” I could feel Yoongi grew impatient towards my lousy reasons.

“But . . . But you told me it’s our home, didn’t you!” I tried to defend myself, refering to the text he had sent me earlier.

“You didn’t take it seriously, right? It was just a lipservice, you pabo,” he refuted with a poker face.

“Oh, come on. Lipservice isn’t your thing, Yoongi-ah . . . “ I snorted as I gained a bit of confidence since what I stated was pure fact. Yoongi never really liked saying things he didn’t mean.

“Well, I guess you know me too well,” he smiled in defeat. “Just . . . Come and cuddle with me, please?” he continued with a pout. He was trying to win me with his aegyo this time.

“Cuddle? Even though I know you would fall asleep in less than a minute?” I grinned as I walked back to the bed. At least, the strange ‘intimate’ atmosphere has been long gone.

“Well, yeah?" He giggled ever so cutely.

“Okay.”

And off we went to our deep slumbers with my limbs snuggled so soundly in his arms and our legs tangling each other.

A/N: Sorry, I forgot to mention. This was a collab with my friend! Lol

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