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It happened during one of our many group vacations together.  This time, the seven of us found ourselves in a beautiful, large Victorian house, nestled by the sea in a small town far from South Korea on the western coast of Spain.

The cameramen were given the day off so that we could have some alone time just to be ourselves, without a plan or a script.  As we all gathered on the wrap around front porch, we talked between ourselves about what we wanted to see and do.  

As I looked around, I noticed Yoongi was over to the side by himself, fiddling with his camera, attaching it to his neck strap.  He slowly stepped away from everyone and started to head towards the stairs leading down from the porch.  

He was separating himself from us as he sometimes did, perhaps just needing some alone time.

If I hadn't been looking toward him I would have missed his glance my way, eyes meeting mine with his small smile, then a slight shrug to his shoulders. 

He slowly went down the steps and followed the path to the picket fence that led to the sidewalk in front of the house, then turned right to a path that led toward the dock.  

The members all headed down as well wanting to discover the town a bit more, as a couple of them called out to me,

  "Come on, Jiminie, let's check the town out!"

  "Go on ahead... I'll meet up with you guys later!"  I responded back, still following in Yoongi's direction with my eyes.  

He walked to the end of the dock, seeming to look back toward the house several times, then headed a small distance to the shore which overlooked our place. 

He was far enough away that I had a hard time seeing his face clearly, but still didn’t have any problem recognizing him.

He reached for his camera and started taking pictures, periodically looking down at the shots he took, then continuing on. I walked to the edge of the porch and leaned my arms on the railing, still watching Yoongi as my thoughts were all about him.

Min Yoongi, what are you doing?  Why do you want to be alone?  What are your thoughts as you are looking at the beautiful sea?  Is it because you have thoughts of your own to work out, too? 

Do you think about me the way I think about you?  We've been together as members for so long now, but you have always been different to me. 

Can I ever be truthful with you and tell you how I really feel about you?... how you are my everything, my world.  As I'm looking at you right now, it seems like you have your own world that you have created, and I'm not so sure that I can ever be a part of it like I want to.

I love that we can stay up all night alone and talk about everything, yet nothing in particular.  We have spent many nights together outside silently, or with only a few words spoken, just looking up at the stars.

Remember on your birthday when we watched the eclipse together? It’s something I could never, ever be able to forget. We talked about what made us happy that night, as well as our struggles.

It's during times like that, that you always were the one to encourage me when I needed it the most.  I’ve missed lately that we haven’t had much time to spend together alone.

But, we eat and drink together, and boy, can we drink!  We finish each other's sentences, and mirror each other's actions. We understand each other’s jokes and I can’t control my body around you when I’m laughing with you.

And, what about all of our, fun, cute texts we send each other, even when we are riding in the same car or even in the same room?  Do you know that’s my subtle way of flirting with you?

You show me your songs that you are working on in your studio; we sing and rap together, and I've made guides for you. When you were recording and putting together Agust D, I couldn’t believe how much you wanted my input and valued my opinion.

When I try to put a song together, you help me with my lyrics, not taking any of the credit.  We have started working together just the two of us getting ready for our muster, and I'm so nervous about possibly letting you down with my rap skills.

When I feel sick, you give me medicine and tell me to take it.  When we are on stage, we follow each other around and I always notice you in the monitors. Have you ever noticed that I glance at you so often when I dance, wondering if you know that some of my moves are just for you?

When we are at award shows or presentations, I always want to be with you and take every opportunity when I can. 

I know you don't like to be touched that much in public, but when I touch you slightly when we are alone, you never pull away.  When we sat together on the couch last night watching that movie, either our knees or legs or shoulders were touching the whole time.

So many times I catch you looking at me, only with you then looking down when I see you.  And sometimes I notice when I'm goofing off and fooling around with the other members, you leave the room.  Are you sad or hurt when I act that way? 

I love the way you cook for us, and you are always asking for my help, teaching me what knife to use, or how much seasoning to put in the sauce. 

I feel so close to you when I wear your clothes and you let me wear your necklace, or when you want to wear my bracelet or earrings.

What about all of your sweet birthday messages to me? The card and letter you gave me last week was so special, it made me cry.

And, I love when you call me 'Jiminah' or ‘Jiminie' across the room and tease me and give me a bad time about something silly.

And do you know how possessive I am of you?  Do you ever notice how uncomfortable I am when you are giving others in the group attention and I feel left out?

What I'm trying to say is that I love you... not just like a hyung, but so much more. I can't keep fighting these gay, over the top feelings that I have been hiding for years and I've got to let you know.  Have you even figured out that sexually I’m that way, too?

If you deny me or tell me it's not a good idea, I'll accept that.  I just can't stay quiet anymore. 

Is this the right time?  Should I tell you while we are here surrounded by this beautiful place?  Should I leave this porch and come down there to you and confess with all my heart?

Still staring at him, continuing with my thoughts, I was startled as I noticed he had the camera pointed in my direction.  Was he taking pictures of the house?  He had told me earlier how much he admired the architecture and the turn of the century features of the rooms.

But, as he lowered the camera from his face, I could see when he slightly raised his hand, giving it a slight wave.  I couldn't tell if he was smiling, but I was, as I waved back. 

He continued taking pictures in my direction as I started to pose and do some crazy dance moves.  He pulled his camera from his face and bent over like he was in the middle of a huge laugh, then stopped and started moving back toward the dock. 

I wondered where he was going next, as he turned left on the dock like he was headed back toward me.  

Are you coming back this way, Yoongi?  Do you want to be with me?  Come to me now, please.  I have so much to say to you.  I think I can finally be brave.  I want to have the courage to tell you what is on my heart.  Will it be too much?   Will we be compromising the group if we are together? 

Will there ever be the possibility of holding your hand in mine because of our love, and not just for photos or the end of a concert?  I want to feel your hugs in a different way with a different meaning. 

When we are together when we sleep, I want to feel your body next to mine, holding me in a way that I am only yours.  I want the feeling of your full lips on mine, the taste of your breath and the touch of your tongue.  I want to give you my all, not just my heart.  Can I tell you this now?  I want to and I'm ready.

As he reached the end of the dock, his feet hit the edge of the sidewalk and I was able to see his eyes, as his gummy smile spread wide.  I stepped down from the porch, walking down the path to meet him as he reached the fence.  He placed his hand on my forehead as he touched his own to compare, then worriedly asked, 

  "Jiminah, are you sick?  What's wrong?  Why didn't you go with the others?"

I gently took his hand off my forehead and shook my head back and forth a few times, slightly smiling knowing that he was so concerned about me. 

I thought about all the times I had noticed that he watched me when I stumbled out of exhaustion during performances, or when my anxieties made me physically sick, or when I skipped a meal and made a lame excuse of having a stomach ache.

How many times had he helped me to bed, or put pain patches on my sore muscles, or helped me to the bathroom when I had been drunk off my ass? How in the world could some fans think he is cold and uncaring? That’s not the Yoongi I know. He absolutely cared deeply, but I had to know how much and the time was now.

  "I'm fine, hyung... I just didn't want to be with them.  I wanted to be with you."

I noticed that he looked at me in possible confusion, then a small side smile crept onto his lips.  He nodded as he responded,

  "Do you want to go for a walk then?  Maybe go get a coffee later?  You could help me take more pictures... or we could talk.  Whatever you want to do."

I nodded as we started to walk together, not really knowing where we were headed.  The walk started out silent at first.  Our shoulders occasionally brushed together as we continued forward, retracing his previous path along the shoreline with my thoughts trying to come together in any comprehensible way. 

I just needed to know how to start to explain to him what was on my heart.  I knew I was not going back today without letting him know how I felt about him.  Too much time had already passed and too many moments lost because of my silence.

I suddenly stopped as I smiled and took his hands in mine.  I turned toward him as he looked at our hands together, then questionably looked into my eyes.

I took a deep breath and slowly opened my mouth as my words in my head started to come together, ready to share with him all of my thoughts by the sea.

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I decided that I really loved the house we were staying at during this particular late October group trip.  The architecture was definitely my style, and I couldn't get enough of checking out all the rooms, taking pictures of the craftsmanship of the wood trim, and admiring the solid construction of the home. 

Western style, Victorian homes always fascinated me, so staying here, especially in this small town in Spain by the bay, was just what I needed to calm my mind.

As we came together for breakfast today, I had already decided I would venture out on my own with my camera, exploring and taking in the scenery.  I had bought a new lens thinking this would give me the opportunity to use it. 

But, my real reason to get away on my own was to give me some time with my thoughts, and to separate myself from Jimin.

We all gathered on the front porch, as the guys chatted up where they were going and what they would spend the day doing.  It sounded like they all wanted to hang out together anyway, so I adjusted my camera on my neck strap while I was listening to what they were deciding to do. 

I stepped to the side and looked over at them, specifically at Jimin, to see if he was entering in with their plans.  When our eyes briefly met, I slightly smiled, then shrugged my shoulders while wondering if he was understanding that I was taking off on my own.

I walked down the porch steps and made my way past the fence to the sidewalk that reached the small dock by the house.  I thought I heard Jimin say something about catching up with the guys later, but wasn't sure what that was all about.  I looked back to see if he was still at the house, and noticed he was still on the porch as the others left him.

Why aren't you going with them, Jimin?  I don't like that you are staying behind on your own, alone.  What's wrong?  Are you sick? 

You seemed fine when we were eating breakfast this morning.  Last night when we were watching the movie, you were acting so happy.  I know I was happy... I could have stayed on that couch all night with you next to me like we were.  We sat together so close for almost three hours, touching in one way or another. 

I felt like I should have moved or left, but at the same time I wanted and longed to stay with you every moment that I could.  Your slight touches were the only thing I wanted to feel last night.

I looked back toward the house again and noticed he was now leaning against the railing, seeming to be lost in his thoughts.  Was he struggling with something similar to what I have been for the last couple years? 

Reaching the shoreline, I found a large driftwood log that I could sit on as I adjusted my lens and scouted out any sights worthy of a picture or two.  I focused on a fishing boat in the distance, then scanned the area ending back to the house.  I thought how beautiful it looked nestled against the rocky shore, as I then focused on something even more beautiful.

I noticed Jimin standing and leaning on the railing, looking my way.  He almost looked like a motionless statue, as I noticed his blank stare through my lens.  I lowered my camera and waved slightly.  He definitely saw me as he waved back while I zoomed in to capture the moment. 

I wondered if he even realized how beautiful he really was.  While I was immersed in taking a few shots, he started to pose and dance around as if we were orchestrating a photoshoot.  I couldn't contain my laughter any longer.  

Finally composing myself, I couldn't help it think that I needed to go to him.  My heart was heavy, but the need to be with him was greater.  Also, I needed to know if he was alright... to understand why he hadn't gone with the others and why he wanted to stay behind alone.  My head was down most of the way while I headed back toward the house.  

How long have I hidden my true feelings for you, Jimin?  And, why here... this place... it's making me so soft for you.  It's like I don't care to hide anymore, no matter what the consequences. 

But, how would you feel... if I told you I loved you? Would I totally scare you off, making our relationship severed and making it so we could never be close again?  Is there any possible way that you feel the same?  

You never really commented alone with me after we all discussed openly about sexual things, and you didn’t act surprised about my preference the way a couple of the other guys did.

With you, it's so hard to tell what you are feeling about those things sometimes.  You are quiet like you don’t want to talk about it, but you never make any comments about girls like the others do.

You seem to love and care about all of us.  Why do I sometimes feel like it's different with me? Maybe it’s all in my mind because I want it to be different with me.

I love how we have so many alone moments away from the others, where we just share our own thoughts, only between the two of us.  But, do those moments feel the same to you as they do to me?

Drawing closer to him, I widely smiled, then approached him as my anxieties kicked in, reaching out to touch his forehead along with mine to compare.  I wondered if he had a fever, or was near exhaustion again. 

Taking care of him had always been my priority since our beginning together as a group.  I felt a responsibility to all the boys, but as for Jimin, he was always going to be my concern.  I had to know as I asked,

  "Jiminah, are you sick?  What's wrong?  Why didn't you go with the others?"

He took my hand, pulling it off his forehead while gently shaking his head.  He told me he was fine, then said words that I couldn't quite believe I was hearing correctly.  

  "I just didn't want to be with them.  I wanted to be with you."

Am I dreaming right now?  Why does he want to be only with me right now?  It's true that we have been so busy as a group lately that we haven't had any real time to talk about anything serious. 

But, why is this statement making me anxious... and why is he saying it so sincerely and softly?

I fumbled around nervously with my camera, then asked him if he wanted to walk, or get coffee, or take more pictures.  After he nodded, we just headed back down the dock and arrived to the area by the bay I had originally gone to. 

As we slowly walked, I felt his body close to mine, as occasionally our shoulders would touch or our hands would graze together. 

We really didn't say much at all until we found ourselves at the driftwood, telling him that I was previously taking pictures from this spot.  

He was so unusually quiet when he reached for both of my hands, as our eyes met and I couldn't quite understand what was happening, or what this moment even meant. 

I felt like we had never shared a moment like this before and I wasn't sure where we were headed.  My eyes shifted down as I looked at our hands together, thinking how I wished we could be like this forever.  

Jimin asked if we could sit on the log and talk.  When he didn't continue with his words I was waiting to hear, we sat close to each other and I broke our silence.

  "Jiminah, what's wrong?  You are starting to worry me.  I don't think you are feeling well.  You are acting so strange.  I..."

He let go of my hands placing his in his lap, as he began to look out toward the sea.  His breath was uneven, then shifted his head downward.

  "Hyung, don't worry.  I'm not sick.  I just think we need to talk.  We've been so busy working on our music video, practicing our song, getting ready for the 'Wings' tour, that I haven't been able to talk about stuff that I really want and need to."

I now had a feeling where he was going with this conversation that definitely needed to happen.

Jimin had been struggling again with his insecurities about his weight and his voice, and I was sure he was disappointed in my recent lack of support for him. 

Instead, I was taking every opportunity I could to distance myself from him and my feelings toward him; holing up in my studio, walking away from dance practice as soon as I could, and sometimes skipping meal times around the same table.

  "Oh god, Jiminie, I'm so sorry I haven't been available more for you.  I've been trying to deal with my own shit, making sure my anxieties stay in check... trying not to stress too much over the choreography, working long hours in the studio, and I shouldn't have been insensitive to what you needed."

He started to shake his head 'no,' like I totally wasn't getting what he was trying to say to me.  He looked into my eyes and slightly frowned, taking more deep breaths.

  "Yoongi, hyung, I'm not... I don't mean for you to apologize and make you feel that way.  What I want to say is not coming out right.  When I say I want to be with you... do you have any idea what I mean?"

Damn, he's getting totally frustrated with me, but I'm totally lost at this point.  I'm not sure what he wants me to say.  Do I tell him that I want to be with him, too?  Why is this so hard?  Is he gonna freak out if I tell him how I feel? 

Take a deep breath, Yoon... you got this.  Just try to get him to say what he wants to tell you.

  "So I assume you want to talk to me about something important.  It's been a while since we have had any real alone time together to talk.  The last time I remember was when we were filming our video and we took a break to go grab a coffee, just the two of us,” still looking at him, continuing on.

  “We were trying to just relax from our anxiety and exhaustion by joking around about how I pretended to choke you with that sash around your neck, because of having trouble placing it over your eyes. Remember me trying to get my hand in front of your face at just the right angle?" I then nervously chuckled.

  "And now we've been practicing for our duo performance, and I know you have worked so hard with your rap and are so worried..."

  "Hyung," he interrupted, like he was frustrated again. 

  "Sometimes I wonder if you purposely ignore me, or you don't really hear me, or you enjoy teasing me... but, are you blind?... or you just don't get the stuff that’s going on around you?”  He inhaled deeply, continuing, 

  “Damn it to hell, I'm just gonna say it... I like you.  I mean more than just 'like.'  I'm so fucking crazy about you that I can't take it anymore.  Didn’t I make it obvious?... especially last night, when I couldn't stop making excuses to touch you during the movie?"

He then stood up shaking, staring at me, starting to cry, throwing out his hands and thrashing them around in front of him like I still wasn't getting what he was telling me. 

Believe me, I knew what he was saying... I knew exactly what he was telling me.  Was it true?  I still couldn't believe what I was hearing. 

I reached for one of his hands, pulling him down to sit by my side once again.  I took him into my arms and held him, stroking the back of his head, carding my fingers through his softness. 

He continued to cry into my chest, as I selfishly reacted the opposite.  I had the biggest, happiest smile on my face, thinking to myself could I be any happier in this moment?

But, the real question was, what was I going to do next and how would I respond?  I pulled slightly away searching for his eyes, and softly spoke,

  "Shhh, it's okay... I'm here.  I've always been here.  I’ve waited so long to hear you say this, and to tell you that I feel the same way.  I still remember how my heart felt when I met you for the first time and you were introduced to the group.  You were so young, yet I had thoughts about you that back then I shouldn't have had. And those thoughts have never left my head or my heart, Jiminah."

  "Really, hyung?"  he tearfully looked at me and asked.  "Because I thought you were so cool when we first started... with your swagger and your fierce rap... the way you moved so confidently and the way you could deliver your lyrics,” staring at me then smiling, adding,

  “At first you were my hero, then slowly you started to become more.  I can’t even remember the moment it started to change, but I knew you were filling my heart differently than how the other members did. And this strange feeling of wanting you, desiring you, I was so fucking confused. But, wait, seriously... you really liked me this whole time?  Ever since the beginning?"

My only response was to slightly side smile, slightly nod, wondering what the hell I was doing and where this was headed. 

This confession could be the opening to a wonderful connection, or could literally be the death of the both of us.

What are we doing right now?  Can we even seriously act on our feelings?  We are going to be so busy preparing for our worldwide tour.  We will be on stage in less than a month as a subunit performing live, just the two of us.  Will people notice our chemistry together? 

How would we hide our alone moments together?  Could we even kiss or be intimate, keeping it a secret from the others?  Would we feel guilty not telling them?  And if we told them, would they be angry and not understand? 

We've all talked about how we eventually want to start dating someone in a few years if management allows, but knowing how anything other than straight is not accepted in our little world needs to be held in confidence.

And I’m sure no one meant dating amongst ourselves... would this be a shock to the others?  Will I lose their respect?  Could they accept our love for each other?  Life was about to get very complicated.

  "Jiminah, you have got to know what I'm going to say to you now."  I released my hold on him and took his one hand in mine. 

  "This is something that we've got to take our time with.  We've got to think about this and talk things through.  I'm so confused and I don't know what the right thing to do is."

He looked at me with his beautiful eyes, searching my face like he was worried and wondering if I was rejecting him. 

I was so glad about our confessions and that the truth had finally come out, but the way he was nervously looking at me right now had me concerned.

I knew I had to continue to give him assurance of my feelings, not really knowing what was going to come out of my mouth next. There was no stopping my flood of emotions as I continued,

  "And, stop looking at me like that with those eyes... hell, I don't just like you, I'm so in love with you... there, I said it.  So now it's out in the open between us.  Fuck... what do we do about it, now?"  Me... the one with the usual answers, but so dumbfounded with this moment that my brain was gone and my heart was now taking control.

I felt his arms around me, as he lightly pressed his lips to my cheek, whispering that he loved me too.  He said he didn't care right now about anything other than us, that he wasn’t confused and just wanted to be with me. 

I slowly pulled away, knowing that my body was reacting to his touch, then wiped his tear stained face, nodding and telling him that we needed to continue to discuss what to do about our impossible situation.

We shared a few moments together, talking and laughing about the times that should have been so obvious to the both of us how 'whipped' we were for each other. 

I told Jimin that this confession between us was kind of like a late birthday present for him, as we took a selca together while holding hands and sitting close, then realized time was passing and we needed to leave and join the others.

We knew we needed to seriously talk more about what all of this truly meant, but decided we would find the time to get away when we could.

As we reluctantly got up to start walking toward the road, I so wanted to keep holding his hand, but resisted knowing that we couldn't risk doing that.  

After texting them and finding out their location, we met the others at a seaside coffee shop, doing our best to put up a front that we had already gotten so good at. 

It was different though, now, knowing that we felt the same way.  We glanced at each other many times, stealing looks only meant for each other, texting back and forth, with me realizing that this was the way it was going to be for a while. 

We all spent the rest of the day together as a group, but found myself only wanting to be with my new found love.  

As we walked around exploring the town, we would sometimes find ourselves side by side, with Jimin occasionally pulling on my arm or clinging to me as he would do with the others. But, when our eyes would meet, it would just feel different. 

With my always active mind wandering and wondering how this could actually work, I still realized it was so worth the risk to finally be with Jimin, wherever and however we could.

Getting back to the house while it was approaching evening, a couple of us started dinner.  Since I loved to cook, I was usually in charge. 

In the past, Jimin would always come to see if he could help me, and now I knew one of the reasons why.  Having him help me, with our bodies close together working side by side in the kitchen, only made my senses more exaggerated feeling our pull toward each other. 

Our hands would sometimes brush together on purpose, causing us to smile and giggle for no apparent reason, slightly bumping into one another and touching when we could.  

At dinner we sat together, as our knees found a way to touch.  The wine was passed around, and after much drinking and discussing world issues, we all decided it was time for sleep. 

The crew would be arriving early in the morning for our episode, and the room needed to be cleaned and picked up. 

Jimin and I volunteered as everyone else eventually pulled themselves off the sofas and headed to bed.  

It was a clear night as Jimin motioned me toward the front door and we stepped out onto the porch, sitting close on the steps.  The stars were beautiful as we talked about what the universe had for us in the future. 

We remembered seeing the eclipse together on my birthday, bringing up the little moments we shared that day, and how we both were expressing in our own ways through simple words and body language how much we loved each other. 

I wanted so badly to tell him how I felt about him that night when we stayed up drinking and talking all night, but knew the timing wasn't right.

We laughed when we shared about what was going on in our heads throughout our last comeback photoshoot for our current album. 

We now realized all the sexual tension we both felt being filmed on the bed, pictures being taken of us being close together with our heads on each other's shoulders... and the both of us just trying to make jokes to get through the awkwardness of our secrets.

In the few moments of our silence, my mind wandered as I overanalyzed my feelings, just trying to understand the implications of us being together.

Does he really love me and want to deal with the real me? He has seen me at my worst, when I have totally been a mess inside my head and with my occasional breakdowns.  

He’s always been there with comforting touches and words helping me pull through. But he knows me better than anyone... and he still says he wants me.

How many times have I thought about kissing your soft lips, Jiminah?... how it would feel to have your breath close to my mouth... or feeling the touch of your soft skin on mine in a way only for me?   How I've longed to hold you longer than a few seconds. 

I've wanted to use my words with you, not just in a song, but words only for you in a way that you could understand.  I have so many songs of mine hidden that I have dedicated only for you to sing. 

And, when you asked to have the title of my song, I was writing for our comeback, drawn in henna on your body for our teaser Hyyh dance performance two years ago... did I ever tell you enough how much it meant to me? 

From now on I'm not going to hold back... I want to tell you everything.

But, can we ever record songs together if we make our love known to the others?  Would we be exposing ourselves too much that way?  We could never record a love song together. Will we have to hold back even more?

I didn't want to miss anything about this alone together moment, as I returned from my thoughts and leaned in and looked into his dark eyes. 

I hesitated before taking anything further, waiting for a silent sign that a kiss would be okay.  I could tell that he was waiting, as his sight trailed to my lips, and I glanced at his as well. 

The realization that sharing a kiss would officially make this actually happening made me a little fearful, but I couldn’t go back.  I believed he wanted this just as strongly as I did.

Our kiss was gentle and soft... he was shaking, I was trembling... it was everything to me.  I wanted to cry... I was so happy with this newly shared affection.  After a minute of being lost in his touch, I pulled away and nervously looked around.

I wondered if this was even a safe thing to do here while exposed and in the open.  And why couldn't I just be in this moment and stop trying to overthink everything, just living for my love I have so long waited for and held onto?

  "I don't care about anything around us right now, Yoonie.  Let's just be together," was his hushed response, with his hands pulling me into a kiss that was more urgent... more filled with need and want. 

It was a melting of two souls just wanting and needing to feel the love we had waited so long for.  I wanted to touch him all over, as he aroused my need to want more of him that now only our mouths were allowed to discover.

His mouth, his full, plush lips that now I knew I was never going to be able to get enough of.

As he parted his lips, waiting for me to respond into entering in deeper, our tongues touched and we breathed together, holding on in a way of never wanting to separate.  

This was all so new. How could we ever go back to the way we were before today?  Yeah, never going back. 

Restraint needed to happen, though, as I came around, knowing that this was going to head into something too much, too fast.  I had to take responsibility and needed to be the one to bring us back.  

  "Jiminah, I promise you my love for you isn't going to change, but we need to take this slow.  God, I really want to be totally yours in a physical way right now, but this isn't the right place or time.”  I pressed my lips to his neck as I continued.

  “Tell me that you are gonna be alright with waiting... not going forward with anything else until after we put the members and this tour first.  Can we do this and still be in love?  I want this to work, but there is so much at stake for our future in what we do.  Please tell me you understand." 

I was tearing up, not wanting to hurt him, but knowing this had to be the only way for us in this moment in time, and if there was any hope for us in the future.

  "Why do you always have to be so damn logical, hyung?  Of course... Yoongi, I know you are right.  It hurts that we have to stay quiet, but I know this is the right decision.  It's not going to be easy keeping my hands off you with everyone around, knowing what we are now thinking, but we will know when the right time will be for us to share our love with the others and to be together.”  He then looked at me with pleading eyes.

  “It’s gonna be hard not telling two of the others, you know who I’m talking about.”

  “Absolutely not!  No way they could ever keep their damn mouths shut.”  I insisted, then smiled.

  “Okay, I get it.  I know how important this is to us... and my love for you definitely isn't going to change, either.  We can totally make this work.  I love you so much, and we are so worth it,” he nodded as he smiled.

He hugged me as my arms embraced him and I kissed his hair and the side of his neck, whispering things for only him to hear.  We then stood up and opened the front door, as I leaned in to add my extra thoughts.

  "How I wish we could sleep together tonight, but we can't risk it... besides I've had way too much to drink and I wouldn't be responsible enough to keep my damn hands to myself," I whispered, sneaking in one more kiss as we said our 'goodnights.'

Morning came too early as the crew started to set up, handing all of us our scripts for the day.  Jimin and I stood by the coffee maker, as I poured our coffees with our hands secretly touching, grabbing for our cups. 

This would have to be how our lives would be for a while; stealing touches here and there, with looks and special moments whenever we could add them in, and just trying to find some alone times just for us.

Would it be enough?  Could we make this work?  I only knew that we had to try.  This love was real and important enough for the both of us, with no end in sight.

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Jimin was restless moving around under the covers in the early morning hours.  A slight moan was released from his full lips while he was attempting to get into a more comfortable position.

  "Are you hurting this morning, baby?  Uncomfortable... sore?"  Yoongi turned on his side to face Jimin, stroking up his arm, reaching the side of his face with a soft, gentle touch.  

  "A little.  I didn't get a whole lot of sleep, between the excitement of finally doing it and making the statement that I'm forever yours," he opened his eyes, looking at Yoongi with a slight smile, reaching over for a light kiss.

  "Okay, let's check you out.  Sit up and come here."  Yoongi sat on his knees while Jimin sat up leaning against the padded headboard.  Jimin was wearing a thin t-shirt that Yoongi gently pulled off over his head, then smoothly traced his index finger across the side of his chest.

  "God, it looks gorgeous.  Although, like you mentioned last night, the E and V look more puffy than the other letters, and there seems to be some slight, pink swelling around them.  I'm gonna use some cleanser, especially around these two letters."  Yoongi reached over to the nightstand and pulled out the astringent he needed to use, as well as the healing lotion.

  "Listen to you, love... my own personal nurse."

Jimin kissed Yoongi on his forehead, before whincing at the cold solution as it slightly stung while being applied to the tattoo.  Yoongi reached forward to brush his soft lips across the last few letters.

  "You know, I'm always gonna be taking care of you, and these letters are going to be kissed by me everyday."  He stopped while whispering with a rasp in his voice, smiling as his emotion started flooding his eyes.  

  "I'm counting on that, babe.”  Jimin smiled.

  “They did tell me though, that the discomfort and redness would come and go, depending on how much sweat and movement is going on in the area.  It's not like I can put off my dance rehearsals and upcoming performances.  The management and the guys were okay with me doing this, as long as it doesn't interfere with our work." 

He glided his fingertips through Yoongi's ruffled, dark auburn hair, watching as his love carefully swabbed his healing skin in a way that was so caring.

  "Yeah, I'm thinking that all the movement with your right arm in our choreography is not helping, but like you said, you wanted it done as close to your birthday as possible.”  Yoongi continued with his soft touch.

  “It's kinda unfortunate that we have so many award performances coming up, meaning no rest for your side to heal as quickly as we would like it to.”

Yoongi responded while putting the cap back on the lotion bottle, cleaning up around them to settle back down by Jimin's other side.

Yoongi laid his head on Jimin's lap, lightly leaving a soft kiss to his inner thigh before shifting to look up at him.  

  "Are you happy with the way it turned out?  I know we talked about the size of the lettering and the position and style.  I think it looks amazing, but you are the one wearing it forever and needs to be pleased with it." 

Yoongi had a sincere but questioning look, wanting to know the truth, still second guessing whether Jimin should have really gone through with this.

Jimin lifted Yoongi's head and slid down to be eye level with him, both of them now laying sideways on the bed.  His kisses were short and peppered across Yoongi's face, stopping eventually at his nose then lips.  Speaking softly against Yoongi’s lips, Jimin confided,

  "Stop it you crazy goof with the second guessing.  Don't you know by now how crazy I am about you and am in love with everything you do?”  Jimin continued.

  “When we were on tour and talked about this, I was struggling and you were constantly encouraging me with your words. I told you I wanted a tattoo of some sort that would help me remember to keep moving forward.  And, I told you it had to be something linked to you.  When you mentioned 'Never Mind,' it was an instantaneous decision on my part.  No other words or saying could complete me more. And when it was on my body temporarily four years ago, I loved it then and secretly wanted it permanent."  

Jimin then reached over and pulled out a card that was in one of his favorite books on the floor by the bed.  He took it out of the envelope, opening it up to read to Yoongi. 

As he read the personal birthday note, Yoongi's eyes moistened again, remembering his encouraging words to the love of his life.  When Jimin was done, Yoongi kissed his shoulder, then smiled as he responded.

  "I remember working on the lettering for hours.  Shit, I tried so hard to make the letters look like they had a carved appearance about them.  Then, placing the paper in your birthday card, I was hoping you would like it and think to yourself, 'yes, this is just what I want on my body.'  And when you responded that way to me, I was hoping you were being truthful and not just wanting to please me.” Yoongi ghosted his fingertips over the letters on Jimin’s body before finishing.

  “The whole idea of choosing this tattoo needed to be for yourself Jimin, and not for me."  

  "I love you so much, baby.”  Jimin pulled in closer, wrapping into the warmth of Yoongi’s chest.

  “It is for me, but it's also always going to be a part of you.  When you wrote that song, it was about you and encouraging Army.  You are now sharing it with me, for me.  That's what brings it together for us."  He smiled, nudging in even closer.

  "I know what else brings us together.  Come here, let me show you,"  Yoongi snickered, rolling over and caging himself over Jimin. 

Muffled giggles between pressed lips moving together only intensified into moans, until the muted vibration of Yoongi's cell phone interrupted the moment.  

  "What the hell?  Is it already time to get on with our other life?  I can only imagine who is giving us our wake up call."  He fumbled, basically crawling across the bed to reach his phone on the nightstand.  

  "Let me guess, Joon telling you that you need to get my ass up out of bed and we need to head over to the studio for practice.  Right?"  Jimin scratched through his nest of hair, just trying to get it into some kind of manageable condition.    

  "Yep.  We are also having some kind of meeting to go over the agenda for the week.  God, just help us get through all the shows and holiday specials. Tell me you love me again, and I'll tell you I love you back." 

Yoongi grabbed Jimin from behind, but ever so gently wrapping his arms around his waist, always careful now with his newly inked skin.  Yoongi's face was buried deep into the side of his neck, kissing and licking where Jimin liked it most.

  "I love you, baby.  Always," giggling as his favorite spot was now being nibbled on.

  "And this bed... what a perfect place to come back to after being gone for so long.  But, seriously, Yoonie, we have got to really start decorating now that we will be in Seoul for a while.”  Jimin sat up on his knees, looking around.

  “You've owned this condo for a few months now and I feel like we need to get on board with personalizing it a little bit.  I mean, the bed was the most important thing, and you kept teasing me on tour that we needed to get back in a hurry to continue breaking it in, but look around; for someone interested in decorating, this is pretty sad."

Yoongi had an exasperated look on his face, lifting his hands slightly in the air, joining Jimin in a sitting position.  He scratched at the nape of his neck, shaking his head in disbelief.

  "Min, when in the hell was I supposed to do any decorating?  We have been in different time zones performing for the last two months... and I'm certainly not doing that without you.  This is your place, too, remember?”  He started rubbing Jimin’s back.

  “Even though I bought it alone, it's still our place... our sanctuary, after much pleading and bargaining with management.  They know we all need our own spaces now that we are older, especially those of us that need more privacy than the others. And, 2018 was the best time to do it."  He had a pout on his lips that Jimin had to lean over to kiss away.

  "I know, love.  I was halfway joking, but it's the truth.  We need to work on this space making it into a home; somewhere we can escape and be alone.  And, I love how supportive the boys are.  They love us together and that makes me so happy."  

Jimin dragged himself off the bed, stretched, checked his chest one more time, then pulled at Yoongi to try to get him motivated to move.  They played 'tug-o-war' until Yoongi finally gave up and decided to join Jimin's side.

  "Okay, okay... let's get ready to go.  We have five friends waiting for you and I.  And yes, they love us and are happy for us.  But the hovering... can't they trust us a little more?  I do a pretty good job of keeping my distance from you in public and in front of the cameras when I have to," Yoongi snickered, again shaking his head.

  "Yeah, keep telling yourself that.  I wish I could stop watching Youtube videos of your looks and stares at me. Seriously, you think you are so slick and smooth with that ‘poker face’ of yours. It's pretty hilarious."  He laughed, pulling Yoongi close and giving him a tight hug.

  "Yeah, and I told you to stop watching that crap.  Nobody can prove anything and if I want to look at you like you are a full course meal, I'm gonna, because yeah... you look like that to me all the time.  Besides, you check me out just as much.”  They both chuckled at the truth of his statement. 

Yoongi grabbed at Jimin's ass, then was swatted away, nagged at for trying to stall with the inevitable leaving.

  "Just wait until Army or a Youtuber sees my tattoo through a shirt or performance outfit.  We are gonna have to figure out how we are going to respond."  Jimin now had a slightly worried look on his face.

  "Never mind, it doesn't matter," Yoongi smiled. 

  "We don't have to say anything at all.  We know what it means and that's what’s important. Let's just keep the reason for you doing it to ourselves.  It’s gonna be seen eventually, we knew that going in. We are in this together, that’s all that matters, yes?" 

He slowly glided his arms around a nodding Jimin, snuggling in, reminding him with a promise to love him completely and always.

Yoongi whispered this confidently, as he sealed his promise with a kiss, motioning Jimin to follow him to get ready to go.

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Jimin snuggled in as close as he could to Yoongi's body, considering the seats that they occupied were a little restrictive.  Their destination was unknown by him, but he really didn’t care.  Yoongi had a surprise up his sleeve, and he wasn't about to give anything away. 

They were on a private plane, just the two of them together, getting away for four days before the grueling training of their upcoming 2019 comeback world tour.

  "Baby, I'm not gonna bug you anymore to tell me where you are taking me," Jimin expressed while leaning his head on Yoongi's shoulder, nestling in with a little smile.

  "Uh, huh, now I think I've pretty much heard it all, Park Jimin.  I know you better."  Yoongi slightly chuckled, kissing the top of Jimin's head, then continued.

  "And, I will repeat, this has nothing to do with my birthday that was five days ago.  This is a totally different thing."

Jimin pulled up, holding onto Yoongi's bicep, staring into his dark eyes while whispering,

  "The staff that we are taking with us knows where we are going, right?"

  "Why are you whispering?  They can't hear you. They are way in the back of the plane. And don't get any ideas about going back there trying to pump them for info!"  He leaned over, kissing Jimin's cheek.

  "I still can't believe management is okay with this."  

  "All of us are getting a mini-vacation, baby, and everyone is taking off for somewhere.  So much stress with some of the boys has made this a critical time for some healing.  It's actually a good thing."  Yoongi squeezed Jimin's hand that was now gripped on the armrest.

  "But, I think we are the only ones going out of the country and it's not like several years ago when we could walk around or go somewhere and not be recognized so easily."  Jimin looked a little confused and wanted more answers; still fishing for clues.

  "Believe me, I promised we would keep masks on and that I would let our people know where we are at all times.  Most of the time we spend out may need to be at night just like back home; we can be sneakier that way," he winked, bopping Jimin on his cute nose.

  "I love that you like taking care of me, babe, and you are making me totally hot for you right now... but, I don’t know... I think I’m having a breathing problem; panic maybe? Let’s make a trip together to the bathroom,"  Jimin winked, reaching out, pulling Yoongi's face in for a quick kiss, then nervously looked around.

  "Careful my brave boy, people will see.  We can't risk exposing our boyfriend identities to the airline attendants, let alone go to the bathroom together.” Yoongi laughed, but always being the careful one in public, returning a quick peck.

  "How much longer?"  Jimin squirmed in his seat like an impatient toddler.

  "I told you it would take a little over ten hours on the plane, remember?"

  "Okay, okay... maybe we should sleep a little then.  We've already watched two movies and had food and wine.  I'm kind of exhausted, but hyped up at the same time."  Jimin started reclining his seat while Yoongi tucked him in with a blanket and a slight squeeze to his side.

  "I love you.  Can't wait to get you to bed when we get there."  His breath was warm and inviting in Jimin's ear.  

  “Well, the bathroom is still an option, but I get it, I’ll just have to wait til we get there,” Jimin slyly reaching, resting his hand on Yoongi’s crotch.

  “You are killing me right now, just sleep,” Yoongi responded, moving Jimin’s hand and holding it instead.

After being officially together as a couple for two and a half years, their feelings were just as strong as ever, and Yoongi still continued to make Jimin feel things with that soft, raspy voice.

Jimin was awakened by a gentle touch to his shoulder as Yoongi softly spoke, telling him they were touching down soon. 

Turning his head to look in Yoongi's direction, he overheard one of their security men telling him that as soon as they landed, a car would be waiting for them.  The rest of the staff would leave first bringing their things and meeting them at the house.

As Jimin continued to get into a coherent state of mind, he saw on the monitor where their travel had taken them.  

  "Spain!  Baby, we are back in Spain!  Here for three freaking days!  Just us?"

  "Yep.  One of my favorite places in the world."  Yoongi smiled, rubbing Jimin's arm, together looking out the window.

  "I remember when we confessed to each other in this country a couple years ago.  How could I ever forget that?"  Jimin continued to looked out of the window while Yoongi gazed at him with a smile.

  "I can't wait to see where we are going this time!"  He continued with his enthusiasm as Yoongi continued with his smile.

  "You'll see, it will be quite the surprise, my sunshine."  Yoongi looked at his love with his usual heart eyes.

After landing, they gathered a few of their things and were escorted off the plane through a private hallway, getting quietly through customs, then followed security to their waiting car.

While sitting close in the back with their masks on, Yoongi could see the excitement in Jimin's smiling eyes without needing to see his face.  

  "This looks like such a familiar route, Yoons, like this was where we were after leaving the airport the last time we were here."

  "Hmm, there may be a reason for that.  Just relax, babe, we will be there in just a little bit."

Pulling into the familiar town, Jimin took a deep breath and looked at Yoongi.  Yoongi returned the look, knowing so well what was now going on in Jimin's head, as he nodded like he could read his mind. 

They were masters of their eye contact with each other and they were just as in tune with their thoughts.

Jimin couldn't contain his excitement any longer when they pulled up to the front of the Victorian house by the bay they had stayed at for two days with the boys before.

  "Baby, we loved this place and wanted to stay longer back then.  Are we really coming here again?  Do we actually get to stay here for three days... this time in the same room... the same bed?"

Yoongi just laughed, shook his head 'yes,' then proceeded to pull him out of the car and head toward the front deck.  

  "It's all ours, except for security staying downstairs.  We have the whole upstairs wing for ourselves.  That was the only way they would let us come the hell on our own."

Yoongi understood the amount of security needed to allow them to spend somewhere together, let alone leave the country on their own as idols. 

The risk was too high for exposure in a world that still had trouble accepting their kind of love for each other.  Management was only allowing this because of Yoongi's relentless pleading and promise to be careful.  

This was also advantageous for the other members as well, allowing the boys a few days off before their insane preparations for tour that was about to take place.  Last year was a stressful time for many of them and their families, and the time was needed for refreshing.

Their staff was already there, putting away their things, as Yoongi and Jimin entered the house, removing their masks, and bowing to them respectfully with thanksgiving. 

Jimin sprinted up the stairs like a boy that could really move in a hurry, with Yoongi following a little slower, dragging his tired body upward and onward.  

After he entered their bedroom, he threw himself on the bed with his arms opened wide, as Yoongi closed the door and entered into his embrace.

  "Damn, baby, when you surprise me, you really go all out.  I love you so much," Jimin spoke between kisses, layering Yoongi's face with his impatient lips, then finding an opened, smiling mouth with a soft touch of his tongue.

  "Mmmm, you taste good.  I knew I would get some kind of reward.  But, we really need to do something about our jet lag.  What do you have in mind?"  Yoongi snickered.

There were no words as a response.  It was early afternoon and they had nowhere specifically in mind to go yet.  Getting undressed and under the covers was the only language they needed to communicate and understand what they both wanted.

They knew each other’s bodies well by now. The curves, contours, the sensitive areas and what kinds of touches the other would respond to.

Desire always took first place with them, even when physical exhaustion was present. Their lifestyle made it impossible to ever feel completely rested, so when they were able to have a few days off, even though rare, they could hardly wait to take comfort in each other’s arms.

Several hours had passed, with at least two hours spent sleeping, before their stomachs started to growl telling them that they needed to pull it together, shower, and get something to eat.  

A heavenly scent drifted up from the downstairs.  There was a cook on staff that had made a pot of soup along with rice and tortillas.

After devouring dinner and chatting with everyone, Yoongi left up the stairs to retrieve his camera.

  "Jimin and I are going on a walk to take pictures.  We won't go far.  Sunset will be soon and I want to get some good shots.  We will be careful and we both have our phones."

They stepped out on the deck and walked down the front steps together, while Jimin remembered,

  "Love, this is where we had our first, real kiss... on these steps... remember?  I can still feel what it was like to finally have your lips on mine.  It's such a strong memory for me."  

Yoongi reached for Jimin's hand, kissed his palm then placed it on his chest over his heart.  He nodded and smiled.  Jimin then chuckled and remarked,

  "Not to change the subject, but I feel like we need parental permission to just take a walk away from this house.  Wow, have the times changed in this crazy life we live."

  "Yeah, but we need to be safe.  I understand this now and why it has to be like this. But even now, I think it really sucks the big one." While chuckling, his hand reached around Jimin's shoulders as they continued on. 

Jimin really wasn't paying too much attention which way they were going, until they ended at the dock that was by the bay.  

Yoongi stopped to take a few pictures of Jimin with the lowering sun as his backdrop.  He looked beautiful as always and Yoongi couldn't seem to get enough.

  "Yoonie, I remember this well.  We walked here together while we were both thinking about how we felt.  You were taking pictures of the house and me back then.  Do you have that memory too?”

  "Yeah, I do," He looked into Jimin's eyes.

  "Let's walk a little further down the beach, Min.  The sun is setting and you will look so beautiful with the sun and water behind you."

Yoongi pulled him along by the hand, continuing to stare.  His heart starting to beat a little faster as their feet started to hit the soft sand.

  "This is a good place.”  As they looked out toward the sea, he stepped behind Jimin, holding him, placing his chin on his shoulder.

  “It's been a great ride so far, hasn't it, babe?"  Yoongi softly asked, brushing his lips to Jimin's ear, both looking out at the sky and water.

  "It's been great so far, and I love you still, just like I said I would... that's all that matters," Jimin smiled, turning to face him.

  "Hey, look, remember this driftwood log?  I was hoping it was still here."  Yoongi took Jimin's hands in his and led him to sit down. 

Jimin sat and stared up at the still standing Yoongi, who released his hands and placed them in his pockets while pacing slightly.  A little confused, Jimin asked,

  "Baby, are you okay?  I know that pensive look you have.  Are you not feeling good?  You've got that face like you want to talk about something serious."

  "Jiminie, I'm fine... I, god, why am I such a mess?"

  "What are you talking about?  You aren't a mess... come sit down by me.  Let's talk... you are making me nervous."

Instead of sitting on the log by Jimin, Yoongi plopped down on the sand, sitting on his knees in front of Jimin.  He grabbed for his hands once again, bringing them to his lips.  After leaving several kisses, he continued to hold them, then looked up at Jimin's wondering eyes.

  "So, I had a reason to bring you back here... back to this special place... alone, just the two of us."  He inhaled deeply then continued.

  "I love you.  And I know you love me."  He paused slightly as Jimin took his chance to speak.

  "I know we love each other, Yoongi.  Nothing has changed.  It hasn’t always been easy. We've been up and down and through some shit, sure, but we are still together and strong, right?"  

Yoongi noticed Jimin's eyes were moistening.  He needed to hear all of Yoongi's thoughts.  Why was this feeling like their last visit here?

Back then they were both so afraid to share their love. But, this was going to take them so much farther.

  "Yes, baby, our love is totally strong."  He was still on his knees, but now slightly sitting up on them.

  "Jiminah, do you know what day it is?"  Yoongi asked, rubbing his thumbs over Jimin's fingers.

  "Well, we travelled and had a time change, but it's Thursday, right?"

  "Yes, but I mean the date... March what?"  Yoongi continued to ask.

  "Okay, so your birthday was Saturday the 9th, so..."  he paused, closing his eyes and counting in his head.  "It's March 14th.  Oh my god!  Yoongi it's White Day... we are celebrating White Day here.  Duh, sometimes I am so freaking clueless!"  Jimin shook his head.

  "I completely forgot and I didn't get you anything," speaking like he was apologetic to Yoongi's smiling eyes.

  "Jimin, one word is all I want as a gift from you."

  "Hmmm, that has me pretty confused.  What could I possible say with one word to give you as my gift?"

  "Yes... I want to hear you say yes."  Yoongi smiled, then reached into his hoodie pocket and pulled out a small box.  

Jimin was looking at Yoongi's hands, noticing them slightly shaking, as he inhaled a quick, small breath. Yoongi then continued.

  "I don't know how to even say this, but here goes.  I can't imagine my life without you in it.  I love you so much.  You have been my everything... my whole world for so long. Will you someday marry me?  Be my husband?"  His eyes gently closed, hoping to hear the word that would make him happier than he has ever been before.

There was absolutely no hesitation on Jimin’s part.  The tears were already falling as he responded.

  "Yes."  Jimin whispered without a breath.  “Yes... get up here now so I can kiss you."

He pulled Yoongi up, as they together sat; hugging, crying, kissing, smiling, holding on like the world was trying to pull them apart, but impossible for that to ever happen.  Jimin slightly moved back and said,

  "Well, I guess you should show me what you've got in that little box of yours."  He smiled after somehow pulling himself together, wiping at his eyes, showing his huge gorgeous smile in anticipation.

  "Oh yeah, that would be somehow fucking important right about now, huh?"  Yoongi chuckled as he reached for that sensitive spot behind his neck that needed to be scratched at a time like this.

  "You are such an idiot sometimes, Min Yoongi.  That is one of the reasons why I am never letting you go."  

  "Promise, Park Jimin?  Promise you won't ever let me go?"  That promise was sealed with a kiss, before Yoongi opened the box and took out one of the rings, placing it on Jimin's finger.

  "Yes... again, yes and I promise."  Jimin reached for the other ring as he put it on Yoongi's finger, kissing it softly.

They sat for a while, looking at their hands, holding each other as the sun set on the bay.  Jimin pulled out his phone and took a picture of them holding up their ringed hands with huge smiles on their faces.

  "Yoongiah, should we post this selca on twitter? Army has been begging for a 'Yoonmin' picture since New Year's Day," he giggled, with Yoongi shutting that nonsense down with a kiss.

  "No, but let's send it to the members.  They won't be too shocked since I asked not only our parents for permission, but also the boys.  They are our family too!"

Jimin pushed 'send’ to the boys and each set of parents, with them all immediately texting back with excitement.  

  "We won't be able to legally be married in Korea, but we can decide where and when.  It really doesn't matter, just knowing we have made this committment makes me so happy... and I’m really hoping this can happen before this looming military shit happens.  Maybe we could do it when we are in America, then celebrate in Korea with everyone? I've got to be totally yours before we leave."  Yoongi took him in his arms as Jimin tearfully nodded in agreement.

  "I wish we could wear these rings in public and when we are working, but we can't and will need to remind ourselves to take them off then."  Jimin nervously and sadly remarked.

  "Yeah, we can't slip up, but let's secretly wear them every so often at different times for photoshoots and concerts... just to be a little rebellious."

  "Yoonie, you sneaky little devil.  I love when you do stuff like that.  You are such a bad ass sometimes."  Jimin laughed, remembering some of the times they would both flaunt something of the other’s they would wear.

  "I don't give a shit, I don't give a fuck," he rapped then smiled.  

  "But really, I do give a fuck when it comes to putting the importance of our relationship first and keeping us safe.  I hope you know I'm serious about that. I’ve tried so hard to protect what we have, Jiminah.”

  "I know you have and you are so good about keeping our love secretive.  I love you for that, baby.  Let's go now and go back to bed.  I want you in the worst way... this has been a total turn on. White Day needs to be celebrated at least until midnight.”  Jimin chuckled then pulled Yoongi up into his arms while standing up.  

  “Were you really surprised? I wanted to make this special and sometimes my plans backfire and...,” Yoongi’s words were interrupted by Jimin’s lips and a lingering kiss after reaching the dock once more. Jimin then softly commented.

  “Nothing could have been more of a surprise or be more special at a more perfect place. We have committed to spending the rest of our lives together. Let it start now in Spain.  Come on, Mi amor, let’s go back to our casa.”