Lisa knocked the door of the 7th house in the privileged neighbourhood of Hannam early in the morning. She was glancing around nervously in case someone would see her but the place was famous for its strict privacy.

The door opened after a minute, revealing her boyfriend in an all-black outfit; black jeans, a black oversized pullover and black piercings on his ears, contrasting with the ivory of his skin and silver of his hair. The ever-sleepy eyes looked at her and the ever-pouty lips stretched wide with a smile.

"Hi," Lisa grinned.

"Finally," his low grumble made her want to giggle and she stumbled forward when he pulled her in.

Embracing her even before the door closed, Yoongi cupped her face and tilted upwards to place a series of sweet kisses on her lips.

"You know the code, why did you knock?" he murmured between the kisses.

"In case I interrupt something," Lisa smiled, tightening her arms around his lean frame.

"You would never," he kissed her one more time and pulled back and held her hand. "Come."

Lisa smiled as she slipped on her slippers and walked behind him as Min Holly ran towards Lisa to welcome her other owner.

This was how their dates usually went.

They would meet at Yoongi's house, or at some secluded café very rarely if he felt too cramped up, when they were in Korea and whenever their schedules miraculously crossed overseas, they would walk on the streets aimlessly.

Yoongi was a private person who didn't like people and outdoors and although Lisa was outgoing and loved outdoors and fresh breeze and sunshine (she was from Thailand, for God's sake), she was completely fine with staying indoors all the time if it meant she could be with Yoongi and he could be comfortable.

He liked indoors, privacy, being alone and surrounding himself with music and he didn't like leaving his comfort zone. And Lisa liked him, so everything was fine.

Sometimes when Lisa was there, he would work on a song and Lisa would watch him for hours, in awe, and she would stupidly blush by herself just by watching him move around and create magic. Then they would cook together, eat, watch a movie and on the rare occasions she would stay the night there, they would cherish it, wrapped around each other.

And Lisa would choose this-choose him-over anything she could do outdoors.

After all, Yoongi had bought the house for them-so they could have some privacy and could be free.

Her members often teased her about how whipped she was for Yoongi but Lisa would brush it off even though her face would turn a furious red because who could blame her when she got Min Yoongi to all herself, really?

"Hi there, little pup," Lisa leaned down to scratch behind a very excited Holly's ears and she barked enthusiastically. She was both trying to nuzzle Lisa's hand and run around her legs as if she didn't know what to do.

"Careful," Lisa laughed when she almost stumbled over the cutie, nearly stepping on her tail.

"Holly missed you too," Yoongi squeezed her hand. Lisa looked up to smile at him.

"I know. I missed her too," Lisa straightened. "But it was necessary," she put on a smug smile to which Yoongi rolled his eyes.

"You are an evil little thing and I'll have you know that you're lucky you're so cute."

"Whatever, you like me anyways," Lisa mused, plopping onto the fluffy couch with a grin. His face softened.

"Never said I didn't."

After he settled next to her and put on some movie neither of them was going to watch, Lisa scooted as close to him as possible and draped herself over his body, tucking her face into his neck.

"We make up after three whole weeks and now you're hiding your face," he complained despite dropping his arm around her to pull her in. "Very generous of you, baby, thanks."

Lisa shrugged shyly, nosing his jawline and pressing a kiss on his soft skin, "I can't help it. You've seen my face around anyways, let me have this," she added, her hand making its way up to hold his shoulder.

He forcefully, but gently pulled back. A soft light was bright in his eyes and his hand brushed her hair back from her face, "Nothing compares to having you like this. Right next to me. In front of my eyes. Under my hands."

Flushing red, Lisa avoided his eyes and looked around, "Is that a new chair? It looks nice-"

Laughing, Yoongi held her chin, turned her face to him-her cheeks burning pink, eyes wide and shy, lips parted in surprise-and kissed her gentle and long.

"What am I going to do with you?" he breathed into her lips when they parted for air, never too far, sharing the same breath. "My cute little baby."

"You can feed me?" Lisa offered, eyes mischievous, before she kissed him again. "Or you can kiss me again. You can do anything you want oppa, really," she added, her voice turning into a whisper.

Yoongi hummed, "Then you won't be leaving this house this year."

And he stole Lisa's laugh from her lips.

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Stretching his arms up his head, Taehyung halted in front of the door for a second before knocking it with a yawn.

He had just come back from Daegu where he stayed for the week after their promotions ended. It was a really refreshing break for him but he couldn't help worrying about Yoongi, who had refused to go with him because he was too depressed to do anything. Taehyung had been feeling horrible because there was nothing he could do and Yoongi was getting worse and worse everyday; he didn't eat, he didn't sleep, he didn't even compose-he was like an empty shell.

All because of a girl.

(Yoongi would kill him in his sleep if Taehyung dared to use the word 'a girl' about Lisa, though-'don't talk about her like she's an ordinary girl, Kim Taehyung, there's not a single thing about her that is ordinary!' Yoongi would say with an ice cold voice and narrowed eyes that always made people uncomfortable to the point of finding an excuse to leave the whatever place they were in.)

Taehyung would've never thought in his wildest dreams that Yoongi could be this miserable because of a girl and he sometimes thought what would happen to the elder if he and Lisa, God forbid, broke up or something.

In Daegu, he had visited Yoongi's family too and now he had brought gifts from them. He hoped news and gifts from home would cheer him up a little.

Then he frowned when no one answered the door. He knew Yoongi was home, his car was parked and there was sound coming from the house so why didn't he answer the door?

He knocked again, waiting impatiently, and when the door still stayed closed he huffed and reached for the digital lock.

The rest of the band had to work really hard to coax Yoongi into sharing his passcode with them ('but Yoongi lived alone there and what if something happened to him and no one knew how to enter the place' was one of their arguments). The door opened with a melodic unlocking sound and Taehyung stepped into the house.

First thing he saw was a pair of small timberlands next to Yoongi's usual sneakers.

Then he heard laughter coming from the living room-a mixture of soft, tinkling giggles and Yoongi's deep laughter.

Taehyung frowned in confusion, was it Lisa? Had they made up and he didn't know about that?? What else did he miss???

Feeling both betrayed and curious, he silently walked in and peeked from the corner.

Yoongi was sitting on the couch, relaxed and leaning back, he had put his feet onto the little coffee table (thank god Jin wasn't here) and he was watching a honey-gold haired girl wearing a sweater that was too big for her (wasn't that Yoongi's??) over what looked like nothing but probably a pair of short denim shorts, dancing to their song War of Hormones. It looked like she was making fun of Yoongi's dancing and Taehyung had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from laughing.

It was unmistakably Lisa and Taehyung felt both an immense amount relief that the two made up and a little betrayal that he wasn't informed about this.

Lisa brushed her golden hair over her shoulder, still laughing, and Yoongi suddenly jerked forward to grab her arm and he pulled her to the couch.

Lisa fell onto her back with a giggle that sounded like everything pleasant in this world. Yoongi loomed over her, tickling her sides softly, making her giggle more.

Taehyung heard his laughs too, it had been a long while since he had seen Yoongi this playful, forever maybe.

Finally Yoongi got up from her and pulled her onto his lap as he put his feet onto the coffee table again. She sat on him, legs on either side of the boy and facing him. She softly grabbed his shirt and murmured something that made Yoongi laugh with his gummy smile. He looked happier than any other time Taehyung had seen him.

So he just smiled at the view in front of him, genuinely happy for his hyung, and decided that the gifts from home could wait as he turned around to leave the house.

Because Yoongi had gotten what made him the happiest with him.

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They were dating for a little over three years when Yoongi made that decision which would change everything.

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