A Rose Between Thorns

Chapter 43: Sweater Weather

You dirty minded fucks thought-

Yoongi pulls away after a few more moments, allowing both of us to finally breathe again. His slightly puffy eyes widen as he realizes our position, and I could only imagine how much of a mess I am now. He quickly climbs off of me and takes a seat beside me, allowing me to sit up.

Both of us are silent for a few moments, quietly processing what just happened. He said he loves me.. I realize now that despite the romantic interactions I've had with the other members, I've never heard those words come from their mouths. But hearing Yoongi say those words, it makes my stomach fill with butterflies and my heart flips in my chest.

"Taylor..." I glance up to see Yoongi looking over at me, a pained expression on his face. "I'm sorry for yelli-"

I cut him off by placing my finger on his lips, shushing the little meow meow. "Don't apologize. It's okay," I say with a soft smile, shifting so my back is against the headboard. "And for the record, I love you too."

Yoongi's eyes widen in surprise, then he breaks into a bright gummy smile. The man moves to sit beside me before taking my hand in his own. "I'm glad to hear."

After that we decided that neither of us were really tired, and Jin was probably almost done with dinner by now. I stepped into the bathroom to change into something more comfortable.

I grabbed one of my many oversize sweatshirts, a white one with a black cat face on it. I always buy my sweatshirts a few sizes larger, since it feels warmer that way. Plus, I think I look goddamn adorable in bigger clothes.

I paired this with some white shorts, which is nearly hidden by how long the sweater is. I then slipped on some matching fuzzy cat socks, completing my favorite lounge outfit.

I walked out to find Yoongi had changed as well, only he was wearing something I recognized as my own. "Yoongi, why are you wearing my clothes?" I ask, holding back a laugh.

My black sweater fits him perfectly, even slightly loose on him. What amuses me is that he chose one that compliments the one I'm wearing well, since it was a match set. His cat was in white fabric instead of black like mine.

"Well, since you steal our clothes it's only fair, especially when you have them in our sizes," Yoongi says with a shrug, before reaching over to take my hand again. I lace my fingers with his as he leads us out of the room, heading towards the living room.

The smell of meat assaults my senses, and I recognize the familiar scent of sweet and sour sauce. Don't question it, I just know.

Yoongi lets out a soft chuckle as I begin to skip beside him, amused at how giddy I am. I can't help it, sweet and sour sauce only means good in my world. However I remember I had already turned down dinner earlier, so I'll simply live vicariously through the boys.

"You go on ahead, okay Yoongi?" I say, earning a raised brow from the older member. "I'll just chill in the living room while I wait for you guys to finish eating."

Yoongi looks over to see Jin already bringing a piping hot platter of sweet and sour pork to the table, while Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook were all helping him set the table.

"You sure?" He asks. I nod with a smile, and he leans down to kiss my forehead before letting go of my hand. "Alright, if you say so."

I watch him go and get myself comfortable in the living room, deciding I'd do a bit of surfing online. If there was anything I'd learned from being a former ARMY, it was that there would already be posts and videos of our concert by now, most likely put on the internet mere moments after the show.