PREVIOUSLY:
"Kid? Mitzuki? Can I come in?" A voice called through the door, then silence for a minute. I didn't know the mint haired male outside the bathroom could sing until I heard him sing something I thought I'd never hear again. A song he'd written back when we were in school, before either of us were thrust into the lives we were living.
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The voice reassured me that it really was Yoongi, my Yoongi, my Suga. Tears continued to fall as I felt the weight of a warm and soft fluffy blanket being draped over and covering me from head to toe if I were standing up; closing me off from almost all light and making me feel more secure as a pair of hands firmly moved across my shoulders in a motion meant to soothe.
"I-I j-just co-couldn't -" I started babbling but I was hushed by a finger under my chin and a soft press of lips to my forehead.
"It's okay now, I'm here for you. I don't want you to worry your pretty head anymore, Love. You're really cold in here, do you want me to take you to bed or stay here for a bit longer?" He asked as if it was the most natural thing in the world to be talking to your boyfriend in the bathtub of your cousins husbands cousins secluded residence in the middle of a forest, hours from anywhere, while he's having a moderately bad anxiety attack.
"Baby, it's okay now, he can't find you, he doesn't know where you are and you know the Lan's won't let anything happen to their family. You know you're family to them baby, and you're family to me. I want you to marry me someday so there's no way I'll let anyone get near you that wants to hurt you sweetheart, you are my everything, my Love, I -"
"You want to marry me?" I asked bewildered because at this moment I couldn't think of any redeeming qualities I may have had. I snuffled into the blanket, my words thick with emotion as doubt filled me.
"Why Suga? Why would you want to marry me? What's so good about me?"
I questioned again. The pain blooming in my chest as my Yoongi looked at me like the answer was obvious (though I cannot for the life of me think of one single reason) as strands of his mint hair falling over his eye as his forehead creased, I thought that he was just saying this to be kind to me...
"Why you?" He repeated, I nodded stutteringly. One corner of his lips turned up, the frown melting away and his whole face seemed to soften while he was looking at me.
"Why not you, Kim Mitzuki? I love you, I'm in love with you. You are my everything and I will tell you until you are sick of hearing it. Any time I look at you I see someone so much stronger than me, every pain you endured made you strong baby and I'm not saying these words as empty praise. You know I don't say something if I don't mean it. You survived so much more than I think I could and I'm proud of you for still being here, even if there are many times you didn't want to be. I love you and I don't know what I would have done without you, if you weren't alive I don't think I would be either baby, I love you so much that I would die for you, I would-"
Min Yoongi fell silent as I cupped his face with my hands awkwardly from where I was hiding in the deep tub, my thumbs wiping the tears from his cheeks.
"Why are you crying?" I asked, a sad smile on my face.
"I'm not crying," he replied shaking his head. I showed him the precious tears I've wiped from his cheeks and nod, reaching up to hug him I lose balance accidentally pulling him into the two person tub with me. I groan as his elbow lands on my ribs, winding me a little, surprise and concern flash over his face.
"Are you alright Love?" His voice is raspier from talking and crying, he clears his throat before continuing,
"It's cold in here. Do you feel okay to go lay on the futon in front of the fire for a while to warm up? I'll make us hot chocolates and-"
"With whipped cream?" I interrupted, I was rewarded with seeing a pretty smile appear on his lips as he nodded,
"Anything for you my Love. You can have anything you want. Will you come lay with me on the futon?" I nodded and held my arms out for him to pick me up causing him to chuckle.
"My baby." The smile could be heard in his voice as he spoke, making me share a small smile with him as well. Min Yoongi was the only man who could bring me up like this, give me butterflies in my stomach and make my heartbeat race as fast as Phar Lap in the Australian Derby Championship Races.
"Yours. All yours." My shorter fiancé collected me in his arms with a little difficulty and brought me back out to the warmth of the lounge which, surprisingly, had been completely turned upside down to make a fort where four could fit.