He'd kissed you. It's only now sinking in, you don't know exactly when you two had pulled back from the kiss, but his lips on yours were so sweet it seems like the very taste of them is still lingering. Heart is thumping but you can't hear it. He'd actually kissed you. His closeness is too much, his breath on your lips too much, the way he touched your face was too much. On the inside, you wanted to scream.

But then everything else hit you.

''Yoongi...''

''You're gonna say this isn't a good idea.''

You nodded.

''Well, I'm sorry but your idea was worse,'' he said, to which you couldn't help but wipe the frown off your face and share a sudden chuckle with him.

''I admit cutting you off and playing dumb about it wasn't the most brilliant as ideas go,'' you grinned, ''But this...''

''I don't know, kissing seems like a fine way to go to me,'' he smiled, ''I haven't done it in a while so - thanks!'' he flashed you two thumbs up, to which you laughed again.

''Okay... then if we make this kissing business not a one time thing, what then?''

He became silent for a short while, a smile still somewhat lingering on his face, looking off into the sea. He was trying to phrase his reply as perfectly as he could, you realized.

''I know I wouldn't be the best of boyfriends,'' he said finally, ''And it wouldn't be the best of relationships. Hell, half the time it wouldn't even seem like a relationship. We'd be apart a lot. And when we're not, we'd have to keep it secret. It'd be a lot of work, for a little reward. And I don't want to move from this porch until I've laid it down to you like this. I've always been honest with you.''

''That's why you're my favorite person,'' you chimed in, without even thinking.

''So it's up to you completely,'' he said, looking at you, and you couldn't help but notice one lock of his messy hair playing against his forehead. You combed it back with your fingers. You could swear he gulped a little at that; the way his adam's apple moved a bit at your touch made you want to devour him entire. He was so lovable, every inch of him.

''You're Min Yoongi. Suga of BTS. A celebrity. I'm not... I'm not even Korean,'' you tried to laugh it off a bit, but as much as you and Yoongi didn't care about any of that, you couldn't pretend it wasn't an issue. The truth always comes out, and say you were dating - and have been dating for a while and it's one day finally revealed to the public... how will people react? And that's just general people, not specifically his fans. The mere thought of it was promising you a headache.

''I tend to think about problems when they actually come,'' he said, brushing your cheek once again. God knew you wanted to melt. It's like someone was actually tickling your heart with feathers.

''You?!'' you laughed, ''Yoongi the perfectionist?!''

''Exactly. I am a perfectionist about the task in hand. I don't think five years ahead, like some,'' he squinted at you to signal the ''some''.

''Okay, okay, I get the point,'' you smiled wide - which is something you couldn't help when around him. ''So... Sorry I woke you up?''

''You kidding me?'' he asked, before he leaned in and kissed you again, this time harder, more confident, his lips kissing yours like they have an inherent right to it, like they were meant to do this all along, and you kiss him back with as much fervor thinking - this, this is what you want to be able to do freely from now on. Screw everything else.

When he pulled back and smiled that gummy smile at you with his nose touching yours, you wanted to die. You were turning into a puddle, while your foot was literally sitting in a puddle now. You had forgotten all about your ankle. Luckily, Yoongi didn't.

He looked at the mess, inspected your ankle, then said: ''Looks like we gotta fix you up another one.''

''You don't have to, I can do it myself, really,'' you tried to insist as he was getting up, but he was already inside by now, mumbling something about you always taking care of others but never letting others take care of you. It was true enough, but completely beside the point.

He was back after a moment, head peeking through the doorway. ''You should be back in bed first, so I can fix it up nicely.''

You tugged on the rail to lift yourself up without putting pressure on the foot in question, but before you could properly stand, Yoongi had already swept you up and carried you in like a baby.

''That was completely unnecessary,'' you argued.

''You were hanging on the fence like a dead fish. I beg to differ.''

''Hey!'' you punched him on the shoulder playfully, before he laid you down onto the bed, ''Aren't you supposed to be nice to me now?''

''What, you think you can kiss away my ruthlessness?'' he grinned, and you grabbed one of the pillows and sent it flying right at his face. He somehow looked even cuter after that, but you two couldn't stop laughing.

In another couple of minutes he had fixed up your ankle and secured it all with a plastic bag below to prevent the water from soaking everything down to the mattress.

''Thank you,'' you said, but his ''you're welcome'' came in the form of another kiss.

''I would stay over, but that would leave some explaining to do for the guys,'' he said at the door, ''Especially since we kicked out Hoseok out of here.''

''I told you that was unnecessary.''

''Well.''

''You could just say you stayed because I needed help all night?'' you smiled cheekily.

''Your bed is too small and I really don't deserve the floor after all this,'' he grinned again. You wanted to pinch his cheeks.

''Well, it's too soon for me to officially invite you to my bed. You may leave,'' you waved him off, and pretended to make yourself comfortable.

He laughed. ''Is that so, my lady? Are you sure your royal highness doesn't need anything else?''

''That would be all.''

''Okay, well, call me if you need anything.''

''Yoongi?''

''Hm?''

''Thank you, again. Please have some sleep. I'll be fine.''

''Just keep your phone close,'' he said before wishing you goodnight.