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It’s month number two into this friends-to-lovers, dream relationship thing, and Yoongi is still not completely used to being loved this wholeheartedly by someone. It’s a nice change of pace to be the receiver than to give and give and give until there’s nothing left of him. That’s how his previous relationships always fizzled out and died - with him giving up everything of himself until he was discarded. If he had a dollar for every time someone told him that “you’re not the man I fell in love with,” he’d still be broke, but it’s the principle of the matter.
You are uncommonly open to him once you get over the initial disbelief that your feelings for him are reciprocated. You want to make sure that this isn’t just an incredibly realistic, mind-blowingly good dream. But once it’s confirmed that yes, this is Real, and that yes, “dating” and “Min Yoongi” occupy the same sentence in the affirmative, there is nothing of yourself that you hold back. He drinks it in like a man dehydrated. Yoongi wants everything from you, and you are more than happy to give.
“I love you,” you murmur into his ear while he’s walking you home after an ordinary date. Yoongi’s hand is warmer than yours for once, and it feels nice to have him next to you with your steps coinciding in almost perfect pace.
The platform heels you insist on wearing make it so that he doesn’t have to look down at you when he hears those words coming out of you while you’re sober. You’ve confessed your love to him over alcohol many, many times, but hearing your voice absent of any trace of inebriation freely admitting that makes him want to fly. He doesn’t stop walking and neither do you.
“Thanks,” he says, “for loving me.”
“Anytime.”
The two of you chat about nothing for the rest of the way, but both of you are walking much slower than usual in an unspoken agreement to prolong this for as long as possible. You nearly trip when Yoongi runs his thumb over your wrist gently, and ironically, it’s his firm yet gentle grip that keeps you from falling over. Yoongi walks you past the gate, through the front door of the apartment complex door, and even presses the button of the elevator for you.
“Get home safe,” Yoongi smiles, genuine and beautiful.
“We’re already here, and it’s only five floors away,” you reply.
Yoongi fixes his eyes on you and takes a step closer past the point of public decency.
“You might need help in the elevator?” Yoongi knows he’s pushing it, but he doesn’t care - not when you’re already taking his hand and pulling him into the elevator when it comes down to the lobby. It’s impulsive, and it comes easily to you.
You bite your lip as you look up at the cctv camera smiling down at you from its small corner of the elevator. Yoongi presses the faded “5″ button and then “close door” in rapid succession. His hand never leaves yours.
The elevator ride up to the fifth floor feels agonizingly long and quiet, with the two you overthinking everything that has already happened and everything that could possibly happen tonight. Ever since the day the two of you decided to date, he’s never been back to your apartment. The two of you have yet to share anything more than a heated kiss in the back of a taxi from time to time. And it’s not like you don’t want him in every crevice of your space; you’d even let him live in your place if he wanted. You simply care too much, and it makes you both excited and nervous.
The elevator dings, and the doors part in a rickety screech because one of the mechanical parts needs replacing. The two of you walk twenty paces to the front door of your apartment. You are effectively “home” and now there is only the choice left of whether or not to invite him in, or to wish him a goodnight and attempt to sleep alone. Yoongi thumbs your wrist again, reminding you of what you told him out on the street. Oddly enough, it feels so long ago. He stares down at you, not sure how to package his thoughts in a nice way; because he wants to come inside and drink half a cup of tea, kiss you and maybe, just maybe, indulge in a fantasy or two with you. He also wants to tell you that he loves you too - very much so.
Your heart thumps hard, or maybe it feels that way because you’re overly aware of everything.
“I’m not usually like this,” you begin, your volume softer than intended. Yoongi swallows in expectation as you blink rapidly, trying your best to tame down the beast of embarrassment that would manifest in backtracking and nevermind’s. “But do you want to come inside and maybe have a cup of coffee? Or tea?”
Your face and heart combust as Yoongi accepts.