#yoongixyn

“Her unpredictability.”

“What is one thing you love about Yoongi?”

“Ah…” Y/N says in deep thought.

“His certainty.” She smiles.

“What is one thing she does that you hate?”

I thought deeply and carefully for a minute.

"There's nothing I hate about whatever she does, except for when she yells 'Yoongi marry me' out of nowhere in public deliberately to annoy me."

“What is one thing he does that you hate?”

“He doesn't look after himself properly. Often dwells in work too much forgetting the world around him." She says while zoning out and looking elsewhere.

Maybe remebering the times I may have unintentionally forgotten her. My heart feels incredibly heavy as regret fills my mind.

"Actually no, I hate how he leaves his socks lying around the house. It's an uphill battle to make him pick his socks up.”

I laugh out loud. She’s so abrupt sometimes.

“You guys trust each other, right? So how much do you trust Y/N?”

“My trust for Y/N is as big as the sun.”

“Romantic, I see.” Says the guy behind the camera.

The camera moves to Y/N.

“Oh, my trust for Yoongi is greater than the Universe.”

“Both of you said space related things!”

“No way, wait, let me guess. He said something about the sun, didn’t he? You're supposed to say the universe genius!”

I smile at her accuracy. She knew me too well.

I’m so glad I decided to re-watch our one-episode documentary style interview that we shot a year ago. We shot it right after we made our relationship and marriage public. Y/N was hesitant and nervous at first, but she ended up enjoying it the most.

“…uh, yes after the- wait, is this allowed? She's not supposed to be here!”

The camera shifts to a trespasser who had secretly managed to sneak into my interview room and hide behind the staff.

“Aha! You found me. It’s alright, go on, you won't even know I'm here.” Y/N explains her intrusion.

Pd-nim gives Y/N a thumbs and requests me to continue. The camera moves back to me and as I speak, I get distracted way too many times. The camera shifts to Y/N making funny faces and goofing around. I’m pretty sure she thought this would be edited out. The shoot was actually so much more relaxed with her. And oh God, I miss her. My comeback is in less than a week and I’ve been preparing for it since the past two months. I practically live in my studio now. I go back home maybe thrice a week and rarely spend time with Y/N. I leave before she wakes up and get back home after she’s asleep.

Y/N on the other hand, has been nothing but supportive. She used to stop by the studio with some food to make sure I’m eating well. She hung out in the practice room and listened to bits and pieces of my music. The privilege only a few have the access to.

According to some clichés, you should be expecting a grumpy, attention deprived and annoyed wife waiting for you at home, prepared to start an exhaustive argument. But to my relief, a bright and warm smile greets me as soon as I swing open the door to our apartment. An oversized Celine t-shirt with large sleeves drooping down her shoulders hung over Y/N’s petite figure. (Oversized- because it was clearly stolen from my closet.) I notice her messy low bun with a few loose curls hanging over the frame of her face and the faint freckles that spread across her cheeks. She was on the couch when she pointed to her laptop on the coffee table before bringing her index finger to her puckered lips and mouthing a small “shush”.

The presentation on the laptop screen and the voices of multiple people indicated that Y/N was in a meeting. She pats the empty space on the couch asking me to sit beside her while I remove my socks and remember to carefully place them inside my shoes. I didn’t want to upset her anymore.

Once I'm seated, Y/N snuggles close to me and leans back on my chest while facing her laptop. I wrap my arms around her and rest my head on her shoulder.

“How was your day?” She whispers.

“It was great. Tiring but productive. I missed you.” I reply as I kiss her cheek.

Y/N turns around and faces me.

“Oh! Has something happened?”

“Why would something happen?”

“Well, I'm only asking.” she shrugs with a playful smile on her face.

 “I don't need a reason to miss my wife.” I say before peppering several kisses on her face.

The living room is filled with Y/N’s giggles and my heart swells with joy at the sight of her cute-ass nose scrunch and smile. I was so right when I said it made me feel all warm and fuzzy.

How could I ever stay away from her?

“How was your day?” I ask her as she turns around again and lays her head on my shoulder.

“It was alright, I attended a million meetings today. As you said, tiring but productive.” She replies while playing with my hand that rested on her shoulder.

She compares her right hand with mine and lets out a soft gasp.

“My hands are so tiny!”

“They’re adorable.”

“You’re only saying that because I’m your wife.”

“No, they’re actually super cute.” I say as I intertwine our fingers.

“What did you have for lunch?” I ask.

She thought for a brief moment.

“Uhh…well, does an apple and Oreos count as lunch?”

“What? You skipped lunch?” I frown.

“No, of course not! Why would I?”

“I… had an apple. Highly nutritious.” She elaborates with absolute confidence.

“Y/N!” I exclaim, completely baffled.

“Uh oh, I should really focus on what's going on in the meeting Yoongi.” She leans toward the coffee table and stares at the laptop.

“The meeting ended Y/N.”

“Oh.”

This is exactly what I was worried about. Ever since her company got acquired by another high-profile business, she has become so busy with meetings, projects, and deadlines. And yes, she makes time for me. But not for herself. What bothers me even more is the fact that I haven’t made time for her too. Gosh, I’ve been a terrible husband lately.

“What about dinner?”

“What about it?

“Did you have dinner?”

“Uhh I think another meeting is starting now.”

“Y/N, come on you’re not a child!”

“No, I know! I'm sorry I forgot” She makes a puppy face and apologizes.

God, how am I supposed to stay mad now?

I sigh and shake my head. I stand up from the couch and roll up my sleeves.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m gonna make dinner.”

“For who?”

“For you.”

She stares at me with a smug smile.

“Oooh ultimate husband material.”

I laugh and walk towards the kitchen.

Y/N’s POV

I watch him as he opens the door to the fridge, grabs some vegetables, turns around to face the counter and starts cooking.

I am quite fussy when it comes to managing time and sorting out priorities. With the recent company acquisition, I haven’t had much time dealing with my normal life. Sounds odd, but weirdly, I don’t hate it. Oftentimes I get bored when I’m alone at home, so work keeps me busy. And when I lose track of time and sense, I have Yoongi. He is one of the best things that has happened to me. He truly is husband material. No kidding.

I turn back to my laptop screen and decide to continue my tiresome monotony. The meeting was to discuss legal issues and I was about to die out of boredom. Soon, I grow impatient and look at Yoongi, who was cooking diligently with complete peace of mind. Yoongi cooks really well, not gonna lie. However, I consider myself a better cook. We’ve often had silly debates and quarrels as to who cooks better. One such time, during a silly banter, we randomly started listing out all the things we cooked well.

“Oh! My Kimchi Stew is the best in the world.”

“Your mom absolutely loved my Tangsuyuk. She even asked for the recipe.”

“Ahh nothing can beat the way I make Dakgalbi.”

“My Milmyeon is truly exceptional, everyone in Busan knows that.”

And we went on and on and on. My ego and desperation to win the argument sky rocketed so bad that I ended up boasting non stop about my cooking skills without giving Yoongi a chance to speak. It was like I was rapping. Oh, the irony!

Having enough of my rant he proceeded to do the most unexpected thing ever. He abruptly grabbed my waist, pulled me close and kissed me to shut me up.

“Alright Clare Smyth. We get the point.” He whispered after pulling away.

That brings a smile to my face. He was quite the romantic. Might not seem like one at first glance but definitely and pleasantly surprising at times.

After a while, a comforting and vaguely familiar smell wafts through the house. Highly curious about what he was cooking and completely disinterested in the meeting, I get up and make my way towards the kitchen.

I tap on Yoongi’s right shoulder twice and quickly move to his left before he turns around. He looks behind and turns back to face me realising I was messing around. I wink at him playfully before walking up to an empty counter and sitting on top of it.

“What are you cooking?”

“Japchae.”

“Oh, babe you’re the best.” I say in a grateful tone.

“That I am.” He winks.

We didn't speak much. I just watched him cook in silence. The silence was only interrupted by the occasional sound of the knife hitting the chopping board or by the faint voices of various people in the meeting.

I decide to play some music and as I scroll through Spotify, the perfect song catches my eye.

It’s Been a Long, Long Time by Harry James.

I get off the counter, open a shelf, grab two wine glasses and a bottle of Corton Grancey.

When Yoongi put the noodles to boil and covered the pot with a glass lid, he realised that was the last thing to be cooked. He turns around and walks up to me.  

“Allow me.” He pours some wine into our glasses.

“Dinner shall be served in a few minutes ma’am.” He says with a smile.

“Hmm, I must say, the service is rather lazy.” I say in a pretentious superior tone before taking a sip.

“…but I’ll pardon it for now, because the chef looks quite handsome.”

[start listening to It's Been a Long, Long Time]

We instantly break into laughter. Ah I missed this. Him. Quite a lot in fact. We are like a puzzle with missing pieces. Yet, it is a complete picture. A heart-warming one. A love like ours didn't have to be about the missing parts. Rather it’s about the beauty of the existing ones coming together to form a new picture every single day. It’s about the willingness to create a whole new perspective from a small loving gesture in an everyday life. About realizing that any and every moment with the other can be precious no matter how long the puzzle pieces have stayed on the same board. To acknowledge that puzzles can be tiring & boring but when solved alongside a beloved, it’s actually not that bad.

Yoongi and I were always on the same page. Maybe not the same line. But either of us always catches up. And at the end, I know we’ll finish the book together. We love each other too much. Besides, I could never get tired of that gummy smile of his.

The atmosphere changes as we gaze at each other. It has actually been a long, long time since I got a chance to look at him. His hair had grown longer. The soft golden lights gleamed on his face making him look ethereal. Almost instinctively, I place my arms around his neck as he grabs my waist and pulls me close. We start swaying to the song and slow dance under the dim golden light.

‘Never thought that you would be’

‘Standing here so close to me’

‘There’s so much I feel that I should say’

‘But words can wait until some other day’

“The noodles might burn” He says.

“That can wait until some other day too” He smirks before placing his hands on my jaw and his lips on mine. Butterflies go wild in my stomach as he deepens the kiss and pulls me closer than ever.

Just like a scene from a romantic 70’s movie or like the end of a Disney movie, the song in the background continues to play as Yoongi pulls away from the kiss and leans his forehead on mine.

‘Kiss me once, then kiss me twice, then kiss me once again’