9:51 a.m.

Spectator's POV

"We go back to Korea next week, can we just enjoy this time and relax?" Y/N huffs, plopping onto the bed.

"I agree with Y/N!" Taehyung says.

Y/N holds out her hand for Taehyung to high five, they do their thing and Taehyung goes back to watching the television. Y/N grabs her bowl of cereal off the bedside table and huddles under the blanket with Yoongi. He looks at the bowl of colorful and most likely completely sugar cereal.

"Isn't that cereal for kids?" Yoongi asks.

Y/N turns her head towards Yoongi with her eyebrow raised, silently judging him for that question.

"Cereal is cereal," Y/N answers.

Yoongi chuckles, watching his lover turn her attention to the large television in the hotel room. The sun shines brightly through the windows, lighting up the room. Highlighting every shiny surface and every feature of the woman next to him. The little chatter of the friends fill the room as the commercials play on the Saturday morning cartoon channel. 

"Next up, Digimon," The television announces.

"Oh my god! They still air Digimon!" Y/N shouts, almost spilling her cereal onto the bed.

Hoseok laughs at Y/N from the other bed, his heart shaped smile wide as he claps his hands. Yoongi reaches over to take the bowl from Y/N before she can make a mess. Yoongi places the cereal bowl on the side table.

"Bro! Digimon is elite, tell me otherwise!" Y/N states, looking at the members.

"Y/N, calm down before you lose your breakfast," Seokjin warns Y/N.

Yoongi's POV

As cute as I would like to find Y/N fanning over a show, I also like to not have a mess. Thankfully there is no mess from Y/N bouncing on her bed with her cereal. Only thing is the drips of milk on her bottom lip that I suppose she hasn't noticed. I lean over my side of the bed and swipe a napkin off of the coaster and turn Y/N's face towards me.

"Can I help you?" She asks.

"Hold on," I say.

I pat the napkin over the drips of milk, letting the paper suck up the liquid.

"All done, continue," I tell her, tossing the napkin back on the table.

"Okay, I have to ask," Hoseok announces.

"I may be stepping over the line but, are you two dating?" He questions.

"What?" I ask.

Y/N snorts on her food, coughing a bit.

"Huh?" Y/N squeaks, a few coughs following.

I look at Y/N, she stares at me with furrowed brows. I lean over to her ear.

"Should we tell them?" I whisper.

"Do you want to?" She asks.

"Oh my holy shit you are!" Jimin squeals.

I sigh and lean my forehead against Y/N's. I can feel her breath on my face as a giggle leaves her mouth. Oh, how I wish we were alone right now.

"Cat out of the bag," I say.

Y/N chuckles, "It's 'Cat is out of the bag' Yoongs."

I take my forehead off of Y/N's and look at my members. I intertwine Y/N's hand with mine and hold it up to the members.

"We're dating," I confirm.

"You owe me fifty dollars Hobi hyung!" Taehyung claps his hands.

Your POV

I can't believe we just did that. I sit surrounded by the members asking questions, giving and taking money from bets. Buttheads had the audacity to bet on us.

"Jungkook you knew?!" Taehyung asks, loudly.

"Uh, what? No. No-No I didn't," Jungkook lies.

I chuckle at Jungkook as he tries to hide under pillows.

"How long have you known?" Jimin interrogates.

"Two months," Jungkook answers.

"Two?!" Taehyung and Jimin shout.

Yoongi and I look at eachother, his expression is more of a 'you told?'. I shrug my arms with a smile. Yoongi smiles and rolls his eyes.

"Wait, so how long have you two been together?" Seokjin questions, pointing his finger at us.

"Going on three months," I answer.

Seokjin nods his head, "Does BangPdm know?" he asks.

"Uh," Yoongi and I hold out in unison.

"No," we say.

How the hell are we going to tell him? I wonder, leaning back against the bed frame. I take a strand of my hair and twist it as a billion thoughts and questions run through my head. A warmth on my hand knocks me out of my head. I turn to see that it's Yoongi. A gentle expression on his face that makes me feel as though I have no reason to worry.

"That can wait," Yoongi tells me.

I nod my head with a sigh, "okay".

"Anyways, congratulations to you lovebirds," Taehyung smiles.

"I better be seeing some grandkids in the future," Jimin adds in.

I choke on the air, "I don't know about that," I say.

"Taehyung, they're kids, give them another couple months," Namjoon jokes.

Months? Kids? Lovebirds? KIDS!? Are we even going to be together that long? Will we even have kids? Or a kid? I stare out the balcony window barely listening into the conversation that everyone is having. I will admit, I haven't thought about having a family with Yoongi. Not yet at least. It would be nice though, having a mini Yoongi waddling around the house. But, that also seems lowkey horrifying, cute, but scary. The previous weight on my shoulders feels a whole lot lighter. There's still a weight, just not as heavy. How am I going to tell BangPdm? Are we even going to tell? I wonder.

"Hey, Y/N," Namjoon calls out.

"Yes?" I respond.

"Someone is calling you," He says.

Namjoon bounces off the bed and quickly waddles over to me and hands me my phone. I stare at the screen, 'UNKNOWN' it reads.

"I'll be right back," I tell the boys.

"Okay," Yoongi says.

I pull off the thick blanket and get up, walking out to the balcony. I pull Yoongi's sweater closer to me as a chilly breeze swings by.

"Hello?" I answer the call.

"Y/N? Hey, it's Star," the caller says.

"Hi, um, how did you get my number?" I ask, crossing my arms.

"I found it on the kitchen counter, I suppose you wrote it down before you left," Star says.

Surprised she found it.

"Yeah, I did," I say.

"Why are you calling? Do you need anything?" I ask, walking to the right side of the balcony.

There's a silence on both of our ends, neither of us saying anything. The early morning traffic is bumping loudly, people rushing up and down the sidewalks, kids walking out of cafés.

"Are you free today?" Star asks.

"I'm free all week," I tell her.

"Can you come over around five tonight?" She questions.

"Yeah, may I ask why?" I question.

"Just to talk," She says.

I can't see her but I know Star is shrugging with her cheeks slightly puffed.

"I have to get going, I'll see you when I see you," Star says, hanging on the call.

"Okay, I'll see you later," I tell her.

Star and I say 'good-bye' to each other and I end the call. I sigh heavily, watching my breath disappear into the fall weather. Let's hope nothing goes wrong. I hope, looking out into the city again. The sound of the balcony door sliding opening and closing squeaks.

"You okay?" Yoongi asks.

I turn to him and smile, "I'm okay."

Yoongi walks over to my side and places his arm over my shoulder. He pulls me into him, rubbing his hand on my arm.

"Aren't you cold?" He asks.

"A little," I admit.

"Want to go back inside?" Yoongi suggests.

I purse my lips, "Not yet," I tell him.

I can feel Yoongi placing a kiss on my head. He moves the clothing of his sweater closer to my body. The two of us stand at the railing of the balcony, watching people that look like ants waddle by and cars driving. My eyes swoope over to the very vibrant coffee shop on the far left.

"Do you miss living here?" Yoongi asks.

"Sometimes," I answer.

"Do you want to move back?" He questions.

"No," I respond quickly.

I crank my neck towards Yoongi, "What's with all the questions?"

"Just because," He mumbles.

"I'm going to be cheesy, and cliché but, as long as I have you I'm good," I tell him.

"You are all I need," Yoongi smiles.

I giggle at his words, feeling like a young kid talking to their crush. Except, instead of butterflies in my stomach. I feel calm. Yoongi leans closer to me and kisses my forehead.

"Yo! Grandma and Grandpa! Get your butts in before you get hypother-hypo- get back in her before you get sick!" Namjoon hollers.

"Okay, dad," I joke.

A/N: Hello! Sorry for the late chapter. Hope you enjoyed this chapter though. Anyways, have a nice day or night, stay safe and healthy luvs<3

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