#slow update

"Yeah, it's not really something that happens too often, huh?" The celebrity laughed tiredly, attempting to break the tension. "It'll be interesting to see what happens in the future. Maybe I'll even get to number one. We'll see." He grinned, shuffling in the soft seat under him.

"And what about your competition?" The interviewer asked, leaning yet closer, his eyebrow raising as he awaited a response. The celebrity across from him paused before smirking as he leaned forward as well. "Doubt she could've made it if not for her team. Personally, I think you have to actually be talented to chart, but I guess they let anyone on there." He laughed, his mouth opening to speak once again only to be cut off by the click of the t.v going black.

You turned to your manager, hugging your pillow as you looked at the man, his face noticeably red with anger. "Did you hear that?" He asked, turning to face you once again. "He dissed you on national television. Who does he think he is?" By then, he was beginning to yell, rising off the couch, his hands shaking in his anger. You only followed, yawning from the warmth of your pajamas, your brain tired as you tried to find something to say.

"We'll get him back." Your manager spoke once again, leaning against the back of the couch as he moved close to you. The action caused you to jump slightly, your gaze lifting to meet his. "Do you have any ideas?" He asked, you only shaking your head in response. You could feel your phone vibrate from where it sat under your thigh, and you were beginning to grow sleepy. All you wanted was to be alone.

Your manager sighed. "Alright, well, it's getting late. You can go. We'll think of something." You nodded, standing up from the soft couch, placing the pillow back down in its spot as you grabbed your phone, having an idea of who it was. After all, there was only one person who'd bother to text you this late. "Thank you, sir." You smiled. "Sleep well."

"You too." He responded as you began to head towards the stairs leading up to your bedroom. "Just remember what we have to do in the morning." He called after you, his voice causing you to pause before you slowly turned to face him once again. "What do we need to do in the morning?" You questioned, genuinely confused. "Brainstorming." He responded. "We can't let him get away with that."

You merely smiled, laughing a bit to yourself. "No, it's fine; we don't need to do anything about it." You responded, holding your constantly vibrating phone close to you. "I think he's just trying to be intimidating in the hopes that I'll drop down to second place. I doubt he truly meant it."

Your manager sighed. "You're too nice about all of this. Something like that could ruin your career," he explained, flopping tiredly onto the couch as his head came to rest in his hands. He sat up, leaning against the back of the long, curved sofa. You sighed a bit. "I don't think one man could ruin my career." You spoke softly. "I doubt he'd sabotage his own career in order to ruin mine." You attempted to assure him, glancing at your phone for a split second as it began to aggressively vibrate, holding it close once again as you noticed it was ringing.

"But that could be his tactic. He's on tour right now, and you have to leave for yours in a week as well. It's all part of the plan. You're both the biggest artists right now; he only sees you as competition." Your manager spoke, standing up once again as he moved his arms around to emphasize his point. You simply nodded, deciding it wasn't good for either of you to continue arguing- not that you had the energy to continue anyway.

"I see your point." You yawned, exhausted at this point. "We'll brainstorm in the morning then." Your manager seemed to finally calm down a bit, nodding tiredly at your words. "Yes, you're right, you can go now for real this time. Sorry for keeping you up longer than you needed to be." He apologized, moving to grab his coat from one of your chairs, sliding it on as you watched, waiting for him to leave so you could lock your door. He paused to glance at the clock on the wall as he turned to leave, grimacing slightly at the sight. "Ah, it's almost 3 am."

You quietly followed your manager downstairs, smiling as he opened the door, turning to face you. "Sleep well." He smiled. "You too." You responded happily, listening as the door clicked shut, listening for the other two clicks as you made sure it was locked. You sighed tiredly, surprisingly much happier about being home alone than you thought you would be. Your hand traced along the light switch, flicking it down as darkness instantly filled the room. You lifted your phone, unlocking it as you made your way along to continue turning off the lights, yawning as you returned the missed call, listening to it ring as you made your way back upstairs.

A smile snuck onto your face at the soft click of someone answering, the familiar voice coming from the small device already enough to make your heart rate increase.

"So, you were awake."

His voice was much deeper than usual, raspy with exhaustion. It made your cheeks ever so slightly warm. "Yeah, sorry, my manager just left." You explained, finally sliding into your bedroom as you finished turning all of the lights off, the door clicking behind you as you moved quickly across the large space, flopping onto your bed in joy.

He hummed softly with understanding, his pajamas loud against his sheets as he shuffled on his bed- at least that's what you assumed he was doing. "This late? It's-" He paused, the shuffling continuing as he mumbled out a confused "fuck, what time is it?" His bed creaked a bit as moved around, mumbling to himself as he seemingly got up, the whole thing making you giggle silently to yourself. You guessed he had rolled out of bed to find a clock, but what in his likely exhausted mind make him look for a clock somewhere instead of just checking his phone was a mystery to you.

Another creak sounded at the loud thump the sounded from the device, the shuffling continuing as he got comfortable. "It's 3 am; why is he just now leaving anyway?"

"Your little interview last night." You snapped playfully, doing your best to pretend to be mad. There was a short silence before his laughter filled your ears, the sound enough to make your heart skip a beat. "Why is he booing? I'm right." He chided just as playfully, you laughing as well in response.

"Speaking of which, how's your tour going?" You asked, letting your body sink into the pillows behind you, sliding under the thick blanket you were resting on top of. The groan you got immediately in response told you everything you needed to know, listening closely as he began to speak. "I'm having the time of my life, the crowd's energy has been insane, and I've been excited for each day." He spoke softly, you letting out a hum in response. "I'm exhausted, though." He admitted, the exhaustion in his voice heavy enough to be felt.

"At least I get to talk to you now." He mumbled, a smile once again returning to your face. "Plus, we'll be in the same town soon." He added, his voice low. You grinned. "Sweet, we get to hang out." You added. "Hell yeah." He laughed, humming tiredly as he moved closer to the phone, the sound of his phone rubbing against his pillow heard instead of whatever he was also trying to say.

"Anyway, hey." He piped up, seeming to finally sit still, yawning loudly as he settled down. "Are you busy in the morning?" He questioned, his voice growing raspier with his growing exhaustion; the rumble of each word practically felt deep within your thighs, the feeling surprising to you. "Yeah, we're supposed to be coming up with things for the tour and how to get you back. My manager was really upset by your little remark."

There was a long silence, his breathing the only thing stopping it from becoming a long, crushing reign. "How early do you think you'll need to be up?" He asked, his voice much lower than before, a feeling besides his own tiredness now present, though one you couldn't quite name.

"Probably about..." You paused, glancing at the clock on the small table next to your bed. "8-9." You finally finished your sentence, a loud yawn escaping immediately after. "Damn."

"Yeah, sorry."

Silence finally reigned, this time somewhat crushing. "Can I turn the camera on?" He suddenly piped up, yawning as you told him that he could. You stared at the small screen in your hand, rolling onto your side as you pulled one of the pillows next to you, propping the device against it as his face finally flashed up in front of you.

His hair was messy, flopping messily over his eyes, his head resting limply against a pillow, which caused his cheeks to noticeably squish. His eyes were bright in the light of his phone, a noticeable grin spreading on his face, a face mask could be seen clinging to his face glossy against the pale glow.

"Come on camera, too; I wanna see you." He mumbled, his eyes focused on his screen, shuffling to pull the blanket up past his shoulders. "Alright, alright." You chuckled softly, his expression lighting up the second your camera switched on, his gaze soft as he took your relaxed form in.

The soft flashing light of a T.V could be seen illuminating his face, whatever show was playing somehow not enough to catch his attention even slightly, the lack of sound causing you to assume he had muted it. His blinks were slow and tired as he continued to look at you, smiling to himself. Many sheets of paper and notebooks surrounded him on the bed, just behind where he was lying, easy to miss if you weren't careful.

Your eyes dropped to the notebooks on the bed, wondering what was contained within. You were always excited to hear what he wrote and his thoughts, so much so that you always excitedly bought his music whenever it came out- secretly, of course. You always wished that you could have a physical album in your possession, not only to admire the artistry that was the cover and the music contained within but to have a part of him.

"Wait, I just remembered."

His head lifted slightly, his eyes bright in the light of his phone. "It's a surprise, but I got you something. It'll be a while before you can get it, but I decided I'd let you know before I forgot to tell you again." He chuckled a bit. "Thought it would give you something to look forward to."

"Can I get a hint?"

"Wouldn't be much of a surprise then, would it?"

"No, I guess not." You responded. "Just thought I'd be able to get something."

"You are getting something. Just not right now."

"Alright, smartass."

He immediately laughed- a soft but heavy noise that was like music to your ears. He was so much more carefree at night, especially when it was just the two of you. It was such a substantial difference compared to his usual demeanor, but it was one you more than appreciated even having the chance to experience. He deserved nothing more than to be happy, and seeing him in such a way made you swell with a feeling you didn't even know existed- but it was a feeling you loved more than anything.

You didn't know what you'd do without him.

"I love you." You found yourself blurting out quite softly, the immediate change in expression causing your face to grow warm as you realized you had said it louder than you thought. He merely continued to smile, his gaze feeling as if his eyes had met yours through the phone, the feeling causing you to shuffle as he chuckled with delight.

"I love you too."

It was such a simple sentence, but one that filled your body with a euphoric feeling, one so short but so intense you felt like you were going to explode in what you were sure was less than a second. You laughed with the feeling, your legs wiggling ever so gently under the blanket. "I'm glad."

"Did you doubt that I didn't?"

His tone was genuine, but somehow understanding even though you hadn't said anything. It made you wonder if he ever had similar thoughts. 

It wasn't that you doubted his feelings for you- far from it, you just hated to admit that you often wondered about being caught. The thought of losing him was a nightmare that crushed the deepest parts of you. You had this constant feeling that you shouldn't be calling him yours- that maybe your manager was right, and it was just a ploy. Some part of you had always said that he would leave you the second he needed to in order to keep his position- or worse; if you lost your own position. 

This only led to wondering if your fame was worth not having him around.

"No, I've never doubted for a second that you didn't." You explained. "I just worry about our careers. Like, how long we'll have to keep this a secret. I mean, what if we get caught. Imagine the scandals, and how the companies would react, and-"

"They don't have to know." He interrupted his voice rumbling slightly as he spoke. "What they don't know won't hurt them, and it won't hurt us. We'll be fine, I promise. This'll just be a little secret of ours."

You nodded, knowing he was right. They hadn't found out after all of these months; why would they now?

"Our little late-night secret." You grinned, enjoying the slight rush you got from keeping such a large secret. "Little night of love." He added, your nose scrunching immediately from the words. "Ew, Yoongi."

"What?"

"Don't say-" You stumbled over your words, flustered by his apparently innocent sentence. "Don't say that- ah, Yoongi." You stammered, his eyes growing wide as he apparently realized the connotations of what he said. 

"Oooh, I get it, 'cause fuc-"

"-Yoongi!"

He began to laugh once again, this time so loudly he needed to bury his face in one of his pillows, his body shaking. You merely rolled your eyes, trying to fight the smile that threatened to appear on your face. He had attempted to cheer you up you realized, and it had worked, but he didn't need to know that.

You yawned, suddenly realizing just how tired you had become, noticing quickly as Yoongi looked up, yawning as well, that you weren't the only one. "Tired?" You asked, teasing a bit playfully, watching as his laugh tiredly filled your ears.

"Hell yeah, always am."

You didn't want to go. He had to be up extremely early, if not in a few minutes, then very soon, and you didn't want to keep him up longer than you needed to, and you both had been at this for quite a few hours; in fact, it was about 6 which meant you yourself had only a few hours. His blinks were already slowly as was his breathing; his face sunk fully into the pillow as he continued to look at you. You took the opportunity to take his features, your breath being stolen as you wondered how someone could look so good even with a bit of darkness under his eyes and messy hair.

It wasn't until after a few minutes had passed that you realized that you had been sitting in silence the whole time. His eyes by then had closed, his breathing slow and deep as you realized he had already fallen asleep, little groans and hums escaping as a result of whatever dream had already started.

You snuggled closer to the small screen, each breath causing you to feel a sense of home, your body growing comfortable under the thick blankets as you began to feel your own eyes growing heavy. His hand twitched ever so slightly, his nose scrunching up on occasion, the sight making you wonder what it was he was dreaming about. He looked so peaceful when he slept, you noticed, a comfort you didn't usually see when he was awake. It was a peace you seemed to understand, enjoying how the mere feeling of him sleeping next to you- despite not actually being next to you, was enough to make you feel like you were on cloud nine.