It's my 23rd Birthday. I woke up in a soft bed, my head groggy. I turned to my side and saw Yoongi sleeping beside me.

Wtf?!??!?!!

I reached down and grabbed my thighs feeling the cloth from my pants.

So we didn't have . Good.

After all the Jimin put me through, I've been trying to move on. I know Yoongi loves me, and frankly I think he's doing a better job than Jimin ever did. Still, whenever Yoongi kisses me, I don't feel the same way.

With Jimin it would seem magical, without him, it seems forced.

I got out of bed and looked out of the window. 

Yesterday, we took out all of the money from our bank accounts. We had to wait 3 and a half years before the police finally stopped searching desperately for us. 3 and a half years of camping. 

I am never going back into a forest.... Ever.

"Welcome to Las Vegas" Yoongi's voice came from beside me

I smiled at looked at him, to see him staring back. After we told the group about our secret, we didn't have to wear the contact lenses anymore unless we were heading out to buy things or be in the public.

His silver eyes are beautiful. 

"Your golden eyes are beautiful" he said

I felt a light blush creeping up my cheeks. He wrapped his arms around me, my small 5'3 height allowing him to cradle me like a baby. Him and Jimin were the same height, and every time he did that, I missed Jimin from the bottom of my heart.