Closing the door behind you, you started walking towards him who was sitting in front of the piano.

"Good morning" you said as you placed your hands on his shoulders, kissing his cheek from behind.

Pulling both your hands down, he made you wrap your arms around his neck from behind.

Kissing you hand, "Good morning, indeed" he said as you rested your left cheek against his chocolate brown hair.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" you asked while inhaling his intoxicating scent.

(A/n: Suga smells of trials and tribulations. If you sniff really hard, you can smell struggle on him)

"You were too beautiful to be woken up" he said and you giggled.

"So romantic" you said and he chuckled lightly, bringing back his fingers to the piano keys.

"This one is for you" he said as you still stayed in the same position, your arms wrapped around his neck from behind.

As he kept tickling the ivories, your smile never left your lips.

Once he was finished, you again placed a kiss on his cheek from behind.

"Now I regret not learning how to play a piano" you said and Yoongi chuckled once again.

Holding your wrist, he pulled you to the side.

Unwrapping your arms around his neck, you followed his lead by moving to the side.

Slowly placing a hand on your waist, he made you sit on his lap.

His chest was resting against your back as he held your waist.

His right hand raised up as he moved your hair to your side, collecting and resting them completely on your left shoulder.

Taking your hands in his, he placed them on the keys.

"Press this key" he said and you did.

"This" he said and you pressed the key next to the one you pressed earlier.

"Now this" he placed your left index finger on a particular key.

"And this" he said and you did again.

"Now do it consecutively" he said and you pressed the keys like how he taught you.

You nipped your lower lip with a smile as some kind of music got out.

"See, it's easy" he said and intertwined your fingers with his on your lap.

"I want ice" you said out of the blue.

"Ice cream?" he asked and you shook your head.

"Just ice" you said and Yoongi looked at you confusedly.

After you and Yoongi did your morning routine~

Here you were, sitting with your legs crossed on the kitchen counter, as you chewed the ice cubes while Yoongi just watched you.

Just then, Hoseok entered the kitchen.

He looked at you with a face as you kept chewing the ice cubes like they were some snack.

He then looked at Yoongi who was standing in front of you, leaning against the counter while facing you.

Yoongi mapped Hoseok's expressions and just shrugged with an 'Even I don't know' look.

As you finished all the ice cubes, you placed aside the bowl and looked at Yoongi.

"Pickles" you said.

"Huh?" Yoongi asked as he couldn't get what you were saying.

"I need pickles" you demanded, your eyes suddenly turning misty.

Yoongi slightly panicked after seeing your eyes turning misty.

"No no no! Wait, I'll call ajumma and ask her" he said and just then the ajumma entered.

"Ajumma, do we have pickles?" he asked and the ajumma thought about it for a moment.

"No, we don't" she said and your lips formed into a pout as your eyes turned more watery.

Your lips quivered slightly as tears started streaming down your cheeks like Niagara Falls.

"No, don't cry, shh" Yoongi said as he hugged you.

He wrapped his arms around you as you kept hitting his chest.

"I. Need. Pickles" you said, emphasizing each word with a hit on his chest and cried hysterically.

"No, please don't cry. We'll get you pickles" he said and kept rubbing your back.

"Hobi, go to the store and buy her pickles" Yoongi adjured Hoseok who nodded and stumbled his way out.

Yoongi on the other hand was surprised at why you would cry for such a silly thing.

In these twenty years, he has never, like never, ever, seen you cry this much. You didn't let even a single drop of tear fall, even when you almost broke your leg when you were ten years old.

"Do you want to eat mangoes until then? They are sweet and-" Yoongi was saying but you cut him off.

"I don't want sweet mangoes. I want sour mangoes" you said while sniffling.

"Okay, we'll get you sour mangoes" he said and the ajumma immediately moved somewhere to get the mangoes.

He cradled you like you were a crying baby who needed to be soothed.

Ten minutes later, Hobi came back running to the kitchen with a grocery bag in his hand.

He took out the jar of pickles from the bag and handed it to Yoongi.

"Here it is," Yoongi smiled as he opened the lid, starting to feed you a slice of the pickles.

Sniffling, you ate the slice.

Everyone internally sighed in relief as you stopped crying.

Even Jimin and Jungkook who were in their rooms came to the kitchen after hearing your crying sounds.

Yoongi kept feeding you until you stopped him. The ajumma took the jar from him and placed it in the refrigerator as Yoongi washed his hands.

Wiping his hands in the towel, he came back to you.

Kissing your tears away, he tugged a strand of hair behind your ear.

"I want to go to the bed" you mumbled and Yoongi nodded. "Carry me to our room" you mumbled again and wrapped your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck.

Yoongi held your waist firmly and lifted you off the kitchen counter.

Everyone else in the kitchen started leaving one by one when Yoongi lcarried you.

Climbing the stairs and entering your room, Yoongi laid you on the bed.

As he was about to move away, you held his wrist, pulling him back above you.

Balancing his body with his hands resting beside your head, he stared at you, waiting for what you wanted to say.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him into a kiss.

He kissed you back almost immediately as you reached for his shirt buttons, removing them one by one, until you threw away his shirt on the floor.

Holding the hem of your shirt, he lifted it up and dropped it on the floor too.

You both breathed heavily as Yoongi broke the kiss.

"I need you" you said as lust slowly took over your innocent eyes.

And that's all it took Yoongi to slam his lips on yours.