Wild Strawberries // Yoongi

Epilogue - Morning Blues

Character / Genre / words: Min Yoongi x reader | Fluff | 1,227 words

➽ a/n: I did say numerous times that I was not going to continue the story, but here's a little blurb to help see what might have happened after their last meeting at the end of the original fic^^

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"Yoongi...."

He hears your voice faintly in his dream, a soft hum which becomes music to his ears, that could always allow his heart to skip a beat and his skin to shudder in the most comfortable warmth. His smile is already plastered on his face even before he opens his eyes, knowing that your face is the one he sees next the moment he wakes.

He already knows how your eyes would gaze on him while you hover on his bed, how your lips are swollen from the long kisses you had shared with him all night, and how your hair is tied in a bun just the way you always do them to hide the knots of your messy bed hair. He keeps his eyes closed even when he is no longer lost in his sleep, breathing in the familiar scent of wild strawberries and jasmine, the scent that reminds him of you, and of all the nights when it filled his senses both in his sleep and when he was awake.

"Open your eyes. I know you're awake, sleepyhead," your voice calls him softly, and he finally complies, letting his eyelids to flutter open and greet the morning light.

Yoongi stretches out his limbs, groaning at the stiffness of his muscles which he got from the long sleep is now slowly loosening. The moment his eyes are opened, and his sight are clearing out, he starts looking around. Soon he finds himself on an empty bed, the opposite side of where he sleeps is cold and void, while the covers on his body are crumpled around his limbs.

As he stares at the pillows next to him, he remembers the many nights you came to visit his dreams. When he would make love to you all night until the morning came, only to wake up like this. All alone on an empty bed, the sheets around him cold and untouched, and never knowing who you were, and what your name was. Leaving him all broken and lost, and nearly losing his mind since he couldn't figure out whether you were merely a figment of his imagination that came to him to cure his loneliness or someone who was real and waiting for him to find you.

But that was before.

"Good morning," you greet him once more the moment you see his eyes are now wide opened, looking everywhere around him but not at you. You watch him as he releases a deep sigh at your voice, and smile at him the moment he pushes his body off the bed with his arms, his eyes are finally glancing towards where you are.

Yoongi's eyes light up when he catches your sight, standing by the doorway with your arms crossed over your chest. "Good morning, baby," he greets you with his raspy voice, a cheeky grin plastered on his face and accompanied by droopy eyelids.

You walk over and climb on the bed, straddling him as he sits up and holds your body above him. "How was your sleep?" you ask while wrapping your arms around him and sit on his lap.

"It was okay," he answers you with his eyes threatening to close again. The comfort of you being in his embrace is only making him want to go back to lie down in bed while hugging you. He sighs, "Had a good sleep last night, but I prefer being awake."

"Is that so?" you taunt him with your eyebrows raised. "And why is that?"

You can feel his palms on your back, his fingers moving gently in circles over your shirt. "Because I can see you when I'm awake. And I can touch you to know that you are real."

You can't help but laugh at his remarks. And then you look into his eyes, meeting his adoring gaze that he has on you. Yoongi have been brutally honest with you since the beginning of your relationship, even admitting about his weird and unexplainable dreams which had led him to find you. "Do you still have the dreams?" you have to be honest that you are curious.

"I rarely dream now," he sighs, before he continues to speak with a sly smirk on his face, "Probably cause my real life is so much better already."

"Oh, how did you end up being so cheeky?" you keep chuckling along with him. You've realized already how cute your boyfriend can be, but sleepy Yoongi can always top anything else. "What if you made a mistake and it wasn't me, but another girl? Someone else out there could be your soulmate and not me."

Yoongi fakes a gasp, feigning a shock as he widens his eyes, "There's someone else using the same perfume as you are?"

"It's a perfume!"

He only laughs, stopping to give a soft peck on your lips. "It's you. I know it is. I'm sure of it the minute I saw you in front of me that day at the airport."

You gnaw on your lips when you recall that day. There is no way you could forget your first meeting with each other. "Well, you might be right. Cause any other girl might freak out when you come up to them saying that you have been dreaming about them. Some might think you're a creep―" you snicker, leaning back a little when he scowls, "―especially with the way you started talking to me back then."

He lifts his eyebrows as if already expecting to see you do it. And with a playful smirk, you raise your hand over your face and act as if it is a mask, lowering your voice as you try to imitate his voice and accent, "Excuse me, miss. I know this is pretty awkward, but can I please know your name?" you tease him with a giggle, while he leans forward burying his face on the nape of your neck out of sheer embarrassment.

"You must've thought I was a creep," he growls.

"Me? Of course not. My friends thought you were," you chuckle at the memory of their reactions while running your fingers through his messy hair. "But I think you were cute. You must've been blushing the whole time underneath that mask of yours."

"I probably did. Why did you think I kept pulling my mask up?" he straightens his back to look at you, nuzzling the tip of his nose on yours. "Why did you give me your name?"

"You seemed mysterious," you shrug, earning his light chuckle. "And I like mysterious men. Especially those who dreamt about me."

Yoongi lets out a scoff before pulling you close and flipping the both of you over until your back is on the bed and he is hovering above you. "Will you ever stop making fun of me?"

"I'm not making fun of you. I actually think it's really sweet."

"Hmmm― you are sweet," he muses, leaning down to kiss your lips. It doesn't take long before the kiss becomes deeper and much more passionate, the way your kisses always are.

"What did you make for breakfast?" he asks you as he pulls away, still keeping his lips ghosting on yours.

"Pancakes. With honey and chocolate syrup. And I also added some sliced strawberries on your plate."

He grins, "Of course you would."

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