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𝗦𝗲𝘁 𝗶𝗻 January 2018
There was a tense silence in the air, cold and unwavering. The blanket Sarang had wrapped around herself was doing little to shield her from it. The small couch that sat in Yoongi's studio had never felt so uncomfortable, and Yoongi himself had never felt so unreachable. He sat still in his desk chair, eyes glued to his monitor, staring down the words on the screen as of his gaze was enough to erase them.
The tittle was simple and the picture undeniable, BTS' Suga and Darling spotted kissing in club parking lot. Sarang had looked over the article 40 times now, had read through the Twitter tag, had skimmed through all the texts of concerns and well wishes. It as almost comical how the lawyer had asked if she understood how bad this could be for them career wise.
"Yoongi," Sarang watched him turn to face her, his eyes softening once they landed on her, "what are we going to do?"
Yoongi sighed, the company had plans, deny the relationship, deny the picture, deny that BTS' Suga and Darling are anything more than bandmates. Deny, deny, deny.
Sarang could see the thought's running through his head, the stack of papers they were presented with rewriting they're relationship, they're friendship. "I don't want to sign those papers, I don't want to pretend like nothing is happening between us."
At the crack in her voice yoongi rolled his chair forward, closing the few feet between where they both sat. "We won't, we won't if you don't want to."
"But they wa-"
"We'll fight it." His voice was steady and low, eyes calm, "we are happy, and I love you. I'm not letting them take that away from us." Reaching up he tucked a stray bit of hair behind her ear, leaning forward to press a light kiss on her forehead.
Sarang smiled softly, reaching up to hold her pinky finger out. "I love you too."
Wrapping his pinky around hers yoongi pulled her in closing the small gap between them letting their lips meet. Tugging her up from the couch he pulled her onto his lap, smiling into the kiss, groaning sadly when she broke it.
"We could look on the bright side you know." Sarang pressed a light kiss to his jaw, "at least now you can kiss me on the red carpet."
