You laid on the bed, staring at the wall for hours. You didn't want to be bothered by anyone or anything. You just laid there thinking of what could have been. Your own jersey now hung loosely over the white shirt as you cradled Yoongi's in your hands. It didn't matter to you how safe you were. All that mattered was that you were alone. Yoongi didn't want to see you. You didn't belong in his life anymore. You messed that up yourself by going after Big Bang.

A thunking sound and a sharp pain in your back pulled you from your thoughts and you turned to see Namjoon grinning at you from the doorway. Beside you on the bed was a brand new cellphone. "Thought I should properly welcome you back. You're still part of the team."

"You were seriously going to let us get married?" You didn't care about the new phone, or being a part of the gang again, all you cared about was Yoongi. "I heard you don't even let the new kids date, except for that Taehyung kid and the girl that looks like me."

Namjoon sighed heavily and rubbed his forehead. "Yoongi's gonna kill Hoseok."

"Yeah, and I'm gonna kill all three of you if someone doesn't start explaining shit." You snapped, collapsing back on the bed, letting the jersey fall over your face.

"Just ask Yoongi. He's in the kitchen and I heard you didn't eat yesterday anyway." Namjoon waved his hand as he left the room to end the conversation.

You groaned and stood, trudging to the kitchen, the jersey still balled in your fist. Much to your dismay, the only person in the kitchen was, in fact, Yoongi. He didn't look up when you walked in. He just kept staring at his food. You watched him from the doorway before sitting down next to him and placing your hand over his on the table. "You gonna eat that or just stare at it?"

He pulled his hand from yours slowly and pushed the plate toward you, shaking his head. "You need it more than I do."

You rolled your eyes and fumbled with the fabric of his jersey. "We both know I'm not going to eat."

"Because you're stubborn, yeah." Glancing to your fumbling hands, he reached out, taking the material from you. "Why do you have this?"

"Can you just let me pretend my life didn't completely fall apart at the seams four years ago?" You hung your head and began toying with the hem of your own jersey before you heard a deep sigh and some rustling from next to you. You raised your eyebrow and sighed at the sight before you. "Yoongi, you don't have to do that." You tugged at his arm as he attempted to pull the jersey down over his head.

"Too bad, I'm doing it anyway." When he at last managed to get the fabric on over his tshirt you rolled your eyes and giggled at his smirk of self-satisfaction.

"I'm actually here for a reason, you know."

"To eat, hopefully." He joked, picking up his chopsticks to get a bite of food for you.

"Good try, but no." You shook your head and turned away from the food. "Namjoon told me I had to ask you about… Hobi said…" You bit your lip and sighed. "I know what you were planning the night I disappeared."

Yoongi's face paled and he sat still for a second before nodding his head. "Fine. Want me to talk? You gotta eat." You groaned and took the chopsticks from him, glaring as you slowly brought a bite of food to your mouth. Yoongi chuckled with a nod. "Okay, so how much do you know?"

You swallowed the food and shrugged your shoulders. You hadn't really eaten in such a long time, that you forgot how heavy food was as it sat in your stomach. "I know what's in the drawer, I know Namjoon agreed to let you for some reason, and that's about it." You lifted another bite of food to you mouth and watched as Yoongi nervously fidgeted with his hands.

He watched you with a sad smile for a moment before staring down at the floor. "I knew it wasn't going to be how you wanted it." He sighed as he rested his arm around the back of your chair. "Obviously we couldn't just leave Hobi and Joon." You nodded, taking another bite of food into your mouth and waiting for him to continue. "But I just… I thought that it would make you happy and that's all I wanted." He turned his head from you, staring at the stove.

"Yoongi, I was always happy when I was with you. Married or not, you never failed to make me smile just by being there." You rested your hand on his back and placed your forehead next to it. "I never cared for any big fancy ceremony. I cared about you. That was all."

Yoongi turned back to face you and wrapped an arm around your back, pulling you against his chest. "Maybe we're both stupid then."

"Maybe so." You smiled as you breathed in Yoongi's scent. It felt like you were finally home and the feeling didn't leave for a second, even when he pulled away and laughed.

"I knew you were hungry." You watched as he eyed the empty plate and rolled your eyes at him.

"Tell Mister-Tall-Blonde-And-Handsome he makes great buldak." You giggled, earning a glare from Yoongi.

"Handsome, huh?" His glare turned into a smirk as he lifted you from the chair and tossed you over his shoulder.

"Yoongi!" You squealed from the sudden movement. "Put me down!" Yoongi just shook his head and chuckled as he walked past everyone standing around, watching the two of you. "I mean it, Min Yoongi! Right now!" You huffed, kicking your legs.

"Suga, don't hurt her!" You heard Namjoon's angry voice shout from somewhere in front of Yoongi, causing him to stop walking.

"Joonie, tell him to put me down!" You pleaded, but in stead of saying anything Namjoon just chuckled.

"What'd you do?"

"What do you mean?" You tried to cross your arms with a huff. "I didn't do anything!"

"Yoongi's grin says otherwise." Namjoon walked past you with a wink, causing your cheeks to dust with a light pink.

"Oh, I'm just taking her to see our handsome~ doctor." Yoongi snickered and you narrowed your eyes, before a smirk found it's way onto your face.

"Oh, Jagi. It almost sounds like you're jealous." Yoongi stopped again and this time sat you down in front of him, his lips pursed.

"Jealous?"

You just nodded. "It's almost like that time when we went to make a deal with Xero of ToppDogg. Remember how he winked at me and you almost blew his he-"

"I remember." Yoongi grunted, crossing his arms and turning his head to stare at the wall.

You giggled, leaning forward and pressing your lips to his jaw. "Don't worry, Baby. You're still the only one for me."

Yoongi glanced at Jin's smirking face as he stood behind you and narrowed his eyes at him. "Shut up."

The older boy held his hands up in defense. "I said nothing."

In one movement Yoongi picked you up again and tossed you back over his shoulder, despite your protests. "This isn't very comfortable, you know."

Yoongi just shrugged. "You'll be fine." He made his way back to his bedroom and rested his hand on the doorknob just as Hobi poked his head into view.

"If I tell you that's the cutest thing I've seen you do in years, are you gonna get all pissy and run off again?" Hoseok's grin caused you to laugh and you could practically feel the heat radiate of Yoongi's body.

"No, I'll just lock you out of our bedroom like I used to." Yoongi chuckled as he regained his composure and you turned to stare at the back of his head.

"Yoongi-"

"I know, Angel. I know." He breathed out deeply and you could almost feel his smile. "Let's go take a nap."

You woke up to the soft sound of Yoongi's breathing and smiled as you stretched your head up to brush your lips against his jawline. Snuggling further into him you sighed in content. Never in your life did you think you would get to wake up in his arms again. It was such a foreign concept to you. You had spend so long sleeping on the floor, waking up to the freezing cold or blistering heat, to strange men shoving you and hitting you.

But it was over now. You had been through hell and now you were back where you belonged. Back in Yoongi's arms. And you never wanted to leave again.