note: only implicit mature content

Yoongi was sitting in the living room of the house the band had rented on the outskirts of the city. Just checking his phone now that they had the afternoon to relax before the concert tomorrow. A message from you came in, his phone vibrated in his hand notifying him.

- I miss you

- I do too - he replied

- I need you

- I don't know if you remember, but I'm touring USA right now

A photo that was way too revealing came in and caught him off guard. His eyes widened and he covered the screen of his phone as if someone could see it. Looking away immediately.

Hoseok looked up from his phone at him after noticing the sudden movement across from where he was sitting. Everything okay, Yoongi? - he asked. He looked up still startled and Hobi raised an eyebrow. Why? - he said in an unnecessarily accusative tone. Just checking - Hobi said making a mental note not to talk to him in the near future as he seemed to be in a bad mood.

His phone buzzed under his hand once more and he took his hand off warily. Unlocking the screen and checking the new message.

- And? - was all you said

- What do you want me to do?

- Help me? - Yoongi looked at his phone in disbelief

- Just take care of it yourself

- My fingers are too short

- Are you kidding me? - he typed annoyed

He was starting to feel uncomfortable, he shifted nervously and noticed his pants were tighter. Goddamnit - he cursed under his breath and grabbed the nearest cushion to put it on his lap. His phone buzzed again, it was another photo.

- Stop sending me pictures - he could feel his face burning, he covered his cheeks with his hand.

He turned off the vibration mode and put the phone back in his pocket. He looked around and threw the cushion to a side, making a beeline for the bathroom. They were all sharing rooms so he had no idea what else to do. He locked the door and slid down it, sitting on the cold floor. He adjusted himself, his pants couldn't be tighter now. He unbuttoned them reluctantly and pulled his zipper down, that was better. His phone was poking out of his pocket slightly, he could see the notification light blinking. He sighed and checked his phone.

- Why? Is it a bad time?

- Are you mad?

- Jagi...

There was a string of unread messages from you. He felt a tinge of guilt, he didn't do pictures, he didn't do whatever this was through a phone. He wished he wasn't thousands of miles away from you, then none of this would have happened.

- Stop giving me problems - he typed back

- I'm sorry, I don't want to fight - Yoongi felt worse reading your message

- Do you need help?

- NO

He took his clothes off, dropped them on the floor and tossed his phone on the pile. He hopped in the shower. Cold water running down his body. He shuddered and cursed. This was not helping. He missed you, but he had been just fine otherwise until you messaged him with this awkward proposal. He was aching so he had no choice but to take care of it himself, as you should have, he thought.

He dried his hair with the towel and put his clothes back on relieved. There was a missed call from you on his phone, he ignored it and put his phone away. As he got out of the bathroom, he heard Jin calling everyone for dinner. He made his way to the kitchen, where there was a long table big enough for all 7 of them to eat together. He placed his phone on the kitchen island, glancing at it out of habit, there was another lost call from you.

He grabbed a plate and placed a couple spoonfuls of the hearty food on it to then make his way to the end of the table. Everyone was there already except for Taehyung. He entered the kitchen a few minutes later and apologized as he scooped some of the food onto his plate. As he was walking past the kitchen island he noticed Yoongi's phone's screen turned on with an incoming call. He naturally picked it up and answered, intending to hand the phone over to Yoongi. He noticed it was you - Hello there, how have you been?...Yeah, hold on...Mhm, everything's been going smoothly...See ya - he extended his hand in front of Yoongi's face - your girlfriend - he said nonchalantly.

Yoongi choked on his food. You could hear him coughing on the other side of the phone, he heard you call out for him, asking if you were okay. He hit his chest with his fist a couple times and Jungkook, who was closest to him, handed him a glass of water. When he could talk he gave a death stare to Tae and moved his lips "I'll kill you". He was now sitting next to Jimin - you'd think he would be happier about hearing from his girlfriend - he muttered to him and he responded kicking his shin under the table. Ow - he brought his leg up on the bench and rubbed it deciding to eat his food in silence.

Hello - Yoongi tried to sound as unfazed as possible - Jagi, are you okay? I didn't know you'd take it that badly - you said sounding concerned - Mhm - was all he replied. I was just trying to find a way to be close to you, we've never been apart this long before - he played with his fork on the plate as he listened. Yoongi was blushing and Jungkook noticed, nudging Jimin and nodding his hyung's way so he'd look. They both smiled at Yoongi. He felt their eyes and looked up, they quickly went back to their plates. He huffed, took his plate to the sink and walked out to the backyard.

I'm sorry - he said now that he had some privacy - I don't know how to do this either - he rubbed the back of his neck feeling rather self-conscious as he walked around the yard. Is there anything else I can do? - he tried not really having anything in mind. Can I see you? - you asked - my face? - Yoongi hoped you weren't asking for what he thought you were asking. You giggled on the other side of the phone - yes, I don't want nudes - you teased. He groaned annoyed and embarrassed and activated the camera on his cellphone as he sat on the grass.

Your face popped up on the screen, you had a soft smile on your face and a hood over your head, you were laying on your stomach. He stared for a bit, noticing how much he really missed you - did your camera freeze? - you asked and Yoongi cleared his throat, looking down. His face was flushed, he looked up at the night sky. Look - he placed the phone on the grass and laid next to it. Oh, it's so clear there - you said now on speaker mode. You propped your phone up on the pillow and laid on your side, listening to your boyfriend talk about the highlights of his stay in USA so far. You were laying next to each other, but continents apart.

After a while, Yoongi felt you were too quiet - jagi? - he said without taking his eyes off the stars above. When you didn't answer he propped himself on his forearms and grabbed the phone. You had fallen asleep to the sound of his voice, he hadn't noticed the bags under your eyes from the restless nights of sleep. He smirked and watched you for a bit, trying to picture your bedroom in his head, what you smelled like, how you felt like to his touch. He felt homesick. Good night, jagi - he said as if you could hear him and hung up the phone.

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I don't know how I feel about this one, but I was thoroughly amused while writing it. Thoughts? Something feels off.