Fields of Gold (MYG)✔️

Part 75

Wednesday evening, you and Yoongi started an argument. You'd expected to drop him off at the airport, but he insisted you stay here, and a cab could take him to the airport. You hated the idea of not having those last few minutes with him until he pointed out what should have been obvious.

"Babygirl," he said, reaching for you and cupping your cheek in his hands, "How can I have any faith that you aren't going to turn into a waterfall again and that you'd make it home ok? This way, I absolutely know you're safe and I can rest easy."

You hated that he was right, hated everything about this. Hated seeing his suitcases packed, hated seeing the studio without his laptop inside it.

Hated. Hated. Hated.

You wanted to throw a temper tantrum like a three-year-old, such was your urge to scream and cry and throw things.

At the same time, you realized you'd kinda done this to yourself. There were good reasons to not see Yoongi for six weeks, but right now you hated every single one of them.

You'd sat around morosely until Yoongi had sighed.

"Tell me again, about the apartment you have in Seoul. So, I can tell you again what a shithole it is, and bitch about you just not moving into the dorms until we get back," he complained and took your hand in yours.

This was an old argument now and you smiled a bit to hear it.

"It's a nice student level accommodation. It's in Sageun-dong, over by Hanyang University," and Yoongi made a grumpy face. You laughed to see it and continued.

"Yoongi my $30 a night place is a hell of a lot better than that $10,000 a month place you found," you said, and Yoongi's grumpy face got mutinous.

"Babygirl, you have to drive past both my apartment and the BTS dorm to get from that place to the HYBE offices," whined Yoongi again for the umpteenth time.

"Yoongi, I want to try this on my own thing for a bit. The neighborhood is safe, I'll be nearly anonymous, and I won't have to deal with the sasaeng's that have camped outside RiverHills," you pointed out and he grimaced.

Then as he did everytime, he took you in his arms and held on.

"We'll have to figure out all those new security things you wanted to implement," he said, and you smiled.

"Yoongi, I've already talked to Sung-Jin and Sejin and they both agreed with me. We're going to start with Jin and Joon's places and add the new systems Miso recommended that people in Hollywood have been using recently. Then Jimin's and Tae's place, then your apartment and the dorm get the same treatment. By the time you get back from Europe, it should all be in place, and then I won't have to worry about you and I ending up under some crazy stalkers front tires because they didn't like the shirt you wore last week, or the haircut you have this week."

Yoongi stared at you for a second and laughed.

"Or the fact that we're dating Babygirl, I'm sure that won't bother anyone at all," he teased, and you frowned.

"Your safety is no laughing matter, Yoongi," you started and had to give up when he pressed you back against the couch and peppered your face with kisses.

Six hours later however, you were desperately trying to put on a brave face and not sob all over Yoongi.

The taxi was loaded, and you stood outside with him, the cabbie waiting in the car while you said your last goodbyes.

You weren't ready for this. You had thought you were, but you really weren't and now it was too late to try and figure out what to do about it.

Yoongi had you wrapped you in his arms and squeezed so tight you could barely breathe and still it wasn't enough.