Jimin POV

Yoongi  leans in and kiss me.- I have to go.

I find myself resting my back on the start of the bed. He’s on my lap, looking at me with sorry. I don’t like the fact that we live so far now, but it makes that the time we spend be more significant. I take his hands to shut up and press him against me, with the hope of convince him to not go yet.

He laughs and denied with the head. He give me a kiss, but just bravely, and then try to stands up but I catch him to not leave the mattress. I point to his chest.

-You…-I lean in and kiss his nose-. Should stay one night.

-I can’t I have classes.

I hold his wrists and put his arms on his head, then press my lips against his. I know that he won’t stay another night. He had never missed a day of class, unless he’s too sick to move. Somehow I’d like him feeling a little sick in this moment, so he could stay in bed with me.

I slowly slice my hands since his wrists to his arms until I grab his face. Then I give him a last kiss before letting him go kind pissed off.- Go. And be careful. Let me know when you arrive home.

He nods and finally gets out of the bed. He extends his hands on me and grabs his shirt, then he throws it on his head. I watch him while he walks around the room and picks his clothes that he took out with hurry.

After five years of dating, most of couples move together. However, most of them are not Yoongi. He’s so independent that results almost intimidating. But is understandable, having in count how was his life. He’s been taking care of his grandpa since I met him. Before that, he passed most of his teenage years helping his grandma that died when Yoongi had sixteen. Now his grandpa is a home for old people, he finally has the chance to live alone meanwhile he finishes school, and as much as I want him here with me, I also know how important is this time for him. So next year would