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The Littlest Dumpling {9}

Previous: The Littlest Dumpling {8}

Pairing: Min Yoongi x OFC

Genre: Non Idol AU / Author AU

Rating: R

Warnings: Swearing! Talking About Sex! Kissing! Making Out!

Word Count: 4.7k

Summary: A meeting with HR decides the fate of your relationship and an unexpected visitor sends Yoongi into a panic spiral.

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Tag List: @4ksj, @jagiya, @ot7nem, @knjkitten, @teamtardis-notdead, @canarystwin

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Lil King Yoongi seethed, smoke coming out of his ears as he stared at Hee-Young.

“You betrayed me!”

“I did not!” She yelled.

“You went against my orders!”

“Your orders were going to destroy the kingdom! There didn’t need to be such -

“How dare you speak to your King that way!” Yoongi shouted.

“My king? Your highness I thought you were a friend,” Hee-Young said, tears in her eyes.

“I’m not friends with traitors.”

Lil King Yoongi Vol. 4

December

“So that you’re telling me is that you hate Christmas?” Seokjin asks Yoongi over mulled wine and hot toddies at Moonbeam, a new restaurant near the office.

It’s atmosphere is more upscale than The Ruby Poppy, with intricate vines and greenery shrouding tables from each other, wrought iron work throughout the restaurant with small black and white hexagon tiled floors. The dull candle centerpieces illuminating the marble tabletop, the light from the fading sun gleaming through the glass ceiling, rays bouncing and bounding off the golden support beams. This season, winter, it’s decorated for the holidays with twinkling lights doubled in the greenery and holiday themed beverages being served by Colin, the bartender extraordinaire.

“I don’t hate Christmas,” Yoongi corrects.

“He hates the capitalization of Christmas,” You answer for Yoongi.

“Exactly.”

“Isn’t that your problem with all holidays?” Jin asks.

“The capitalization and commodification? Of course.”

“Wouldn’t Lil King Yoongi look so cute in a Santa hat? Instead of his beloved crown?” You suggest.

“Bite your tongue, he would not,” Yoongi argues.

“He would, if Jimin drew him,” Jungkook says sitting down. Jimin joins him, and they wait patiently for the waiter to return to add their drinks to the long list this group is having.

“Jin, isn’t your girl coming too?” Jimin asks. “And I do think the Lil King would look darling in a Santa hat, probably a red suit too if we could get the author to agree.”

“She’s on her way,” Jin answers.

“I will not write a Christmas book!” Yoongi declares. “Why is no one listening?”

“We are honey,” you say, placing a hand on his thigh.

“Honey?” Jimin teases.”

“Honey?” Jin laughs.

“Fuck you both.”

“I believe for one of us, that was once true,” Jin teases.

“I refuse to work with him on any other project, I never want to work with him again,” Yoongi tells you.

“I know; it’s already written down that post The Littlest Dumpling, you will never have to work with Seokjin again should you stay at Serendipity.”

“Great.”

“Do you do that for other authors?” Jimin asks you.

“Yes, but no one’s ever asked as persistently as Yoongi. And to keep Yoongi’s books, we’ll make the agreement.” You tell them.

“Not because he’s your man?” Jungkook asks.

“No, not because of that at all,” You say.

“It’s because my charm is so great he can’t fathom standing in its shadow for long periods of time,” Seokjin says.

“It’s often beneficial for authors to work with different editors on different projects to create a new vibe or really build a totally new world. The separation helps some authors create new authentic existences. For some it doesn’t, and they like working with the same person over and over again,” you explain to them.

“Makes sense,” Jungkook agrees. “Yoongi what happened to your old editor?”

“He left the company and moved to Manhattan.”

“So you were searching for a new editor, and got Seokjin?” Jungkook asks.

“Unfortunately,” Yoongi says.

“Please, you’re looking at a best seller. Don’t hate me because I’m good at my job,” Jin teases, then stands as Violette enters the restaurant and heads for them.

Yoongi turns to you, concern in his eyes.

“Did you set the meeting with HR?” He whispers to you.

“Yes, for tomorrow at 9AM. I sent you a calendar invite.”

“Oh, I saw it, but forgot,” He says apologetically.

“That’s okay, just show up,” You lean in and kiss his cheek.

“Has everyone met Violette?” Jin asks, standing next to his girlfriend.

“I think so,” She says.

“Great!”

“Violette,” You start, turning to the only other female in your group. “Tell us, what do you do?”

“And why are you in love with him?” Yoongi adds, genuine curiosity coming through instead of his impossibly stubborn and asshole demeanor.

“Why are you in love with Y/N?” She asks instead, cocking her head to the side. She enjoys watching Yoongi squirm.

“I – uh,”

“I loved Yoongi too,” Jimin interrupts. “What’s not to love?”

“I can think of about a dozen things,” Jin laughs.

“No one asked you,” Yoongi says.

“The point is, it’s nice to meet you Violette, and I apologize for the buffoonery of these men, well not Jungkook. He’s a gentleman,” You say, course correcting the conversation.

“Thanks, it’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard only good things.”

“That’s because Y/N is the best,” Jimin says with a wink.

“I try,” you answer.

“Well whatever you’re doing is working. I wish I had a strong female boss to shadow or look up to,” Violette comments.

�� “Oh?”

“I work for a gallery and my boss is a bit flighty but also very…. White man.”

“Ah,” You say, fully knowing what she means. Everyone at the table knows exactly what she means.

“Do you like the gallery?” Jungkook asks. “There are so many art galleries, you could go somewhere else?”

“I want to, but you know it’s scary, starting somewhere new. Doing something different from what you’ve been breathing for the last few years.”

Yoongi understands that fear. “Luckily, you have someone you can rely on if it doesn’t go well.”

“Are you saying something nice about me?” Seokjin asks.

“Yeah,” Yoongi says, not adding any additional snark or commentary.

Jin nods, maybe their relationship can be repaired.

The head of HR for Serendipity Publishing is named Olivia, and she’s well… difficult. It’s well known that HR represents the best interest of the business but should have some form of a poker face when dealing with company workers. Olivia does not. She works in fear and intimidation, making it almost impossible to come to her with any quandaries about the company. In a way, she does her job very well, she protects the company and its assets. The other way, or other side of the coin, she doesn’t leave room for the company to grow because she is so tough. Which is why most people report their complaints to their higher ups, so that the small group of leaders can handle Olivia and not the other workers.

Today she stares at you, hardened brown eyes watching as you shift in your chair. You’ve squared off against her before, she knows you’re equally as tough as she is, and that you hide it with a kind smile. But today you might be in the wrong, and that gives Olivia the upper hand.

“So, what did you want to talk about today?” Olivia asks.

“I am dating someone within the company, and I would like it to be on record that we are together,” You say.

“Is it someone that works below you?”

“Tangentially to me, more like.”

“An author?” She guesses.

“Yes.”

“I see,” Olivia begins typing on her computer, filling out paperwork that will need to be printed and kept both in a physical file and digital.

“We began seeing each other a number of months ago, and while I did preliminary research into the companies’ policies, it seems that the best way to handle this is to talk to you openly and figure out what to do or if this relationship cannot move forward.”

“Authors are tricky because they are tangentially related to what you do, you don’t supervise authors, you supervise their editors and the artistic department. If you were dating an editor, it would pose a larger problem.”

“Yes.”

She sets her jaw in discontent. “How long is this author’s contract, and what is their name?”

“Yoongi Min,” you say.

“Ah, my 10AM meeting. You two must’ve had fun colluding on that.”

“It made the most sense, I meet with you, then you meet with him,” you answer. It had been planned, what could the two of you do to make this go smoother? To not ruffle any of Olivia’s feathers? Certainly back to back meetings would make her life easier, and you were right.

“Yes, it will make this much easier,” Olivia won’t come out and say thank you, but this is pretty close.

“So, what do I need to do, to make this legitimate in company eyes?” You ask.

“Answer a series of questions that may seem deeply personal but are the company’s way to gage that nothing illicit happened on company property or non-consensually.” She answers, a glint of impending torture in her voice. She wants to make this difficult, to make you suffer, to ask invasive question after invasive question so that she can crush your dream of falling in love with Yoongi.

“Okay,” You say, adjusting in your chair.

“Where did you and Mr. Min meet?” Olivia asks.

“In my office. He came in to discuss his next book idea, and I wanted him to sign with us.”

“Did you have romantic feelings for him, then?” She questions.

“No.”

“When did romantic feelings, a crush, begin?”

You don’t have to think about it, having written down an outline of your relationship with Yoongi last night. “When he came back from his writing retreat, and we started talking more.”

“Texting?”

“At that point, no. Strictly when he came into my office to discuss his book.” You inform her.

“At what point did you begin texting?”

“July,” You answer definitively.

“Were the nature of your texts flirtatious?” Olivia asks.

“We agreed to meet for working happy hour.”

“Working happy hour?” Her brow raises, certainly people didn’t drink and talk about work? Maybe her friends, if she has any, didn’t.

“Yes, I had to discuss his relationship with Mr. Kim and drinks seemed like a better place to tell him to fall in line than the office,” you answer.

“Why did it seem like a better place?” She inquires, fingers momentarily stilling above her keyboard.

“It was going to be a tough conversation, and from my experience working with Yoon- Mr. Min, it seemed like a more relaxed environment would be more beneficial than scolding him in my office.”

“So he was in trouble?” Olivia smirks.

“He was being difficult.”

She stops typing momentarily. “Is he still?”

“He’s gotten better under the promise that if he stays with Serendipity after his three book deal, he does not have to work with Mr. Kim again.”

“Is that a fair deal?”

“Yes.”

“Is that common?”

“Are you asking if I give him preferential treatment because we’re dating?” You ask, searching for your own clarity in her murky question.

“Yes.”

“No, it is not preferential. I have a few other authors and editors that work under similar guidelines. Sometimes, for whatever reason, an editor and an author don’t work out. We want them to have a strong working relationship, so we make exceptions and pair people up in different ways.”

“And Mr. Kim and Mr. Min do not?” Olivia asks again.

“They have preexisting history that precludes them from being friendly let alone friends. Getting Mr. Min to see Mr. Kim’s work as valid is a daily struggle.”

“Did you put them together because you knew it would be difficult?” She inquires.

“I had no idea they knew each other prior to Mr. Min telling me he didn’t want to work with Mr. Kim.”

“Yet you forced them to,” she says.

“Mr. Kim is our most successful editor of children’s books. I want Mr. Min’s project to be a best seller, one for the record books. For that to happen, he needs the best editor in the company. That is Mr. Kim,” You explain to her, then reach towards the floor for the water bottle you had smartly brought with you.

“When the two of you went for drinks, did you kiss, hold hands or sleep together on that date?”

“Wow, way to go from first to fourth base without warning a girl!” You laugh.

“Answer the question please,” Olivia doesn’t show any signs of finding your joke funny.

“No, there might’ve been light flirting, but no physical contact that was sexual or could be interpreted as such. We sat on opposite sides of the booth; we didn’t kiss goodbye.” You answer.

“When did your relationship become sexual?” She asks, reading off her computer screen.

You blush. “In August we went out again, and his hand rested on my thigh.”

“Did it move past that?”

“No, there was a hug goodbye but that was it.”

“Again, when did things become explicitly sexual?” She presses on.

“What is the point of that question? In all this time, he had already signed with us. I told him dating would be risky, for myself and him. I told him of my past, of my fears.”

“Yet you kept seeing each other.”

“I think they call it falling in love,” You mutter.

“Have you or Mr. Min had any physical contact on work property that would be deemed sexual in nature?”

“No. The most we’ve done is shake hands.”

Olivia keeps typing, then begins scrolling through your answers. Frankly you thought there’d be more. More questions, more details she wanted to pull from you. It seemed it was heading that way, how many questions could she ask about your sex life before it breached not only the level of decorum her job required, but became gauche? She could ask about your first kiss, or if you ever discussed your relationship on company property. You had, twice that you can remember, but that’s been it. Strictly above board. It’s not like Yoongi comes into the office all that much anymore, now that he’s settled into working with Seokjin and The Littlest Dumpling book 1 has been submitted. He’s been focused on book 2, and working diligently to not fall into his depression hole, which frankly, he’s struggling with. There’s no time or opportunity to engage in any behavior that isn’t above board at work.

“It seems to me that you two, have not broken any rules of Serendipity Publishing.” Olivia says, breaking her silence.

“Really?” You ask.

“It’s shady that you waited this long to talk to me, but not illegal or against company policy. As you are not his direct superior, you are not, from what I can tell, using your power to coerce him into this relationship. If anything, he pursued you. I will give an official report once I speak with Mr. Min.”

You sit back, surprised. Surprised it was that easy, that she didn’t ask any more about your physical relationship or when it started, that she didn’t drill into you about the power dynamic in your relationship. What had happened to the Olivia that tore people apart just to watch their careers crumble? Hadn’t she looked down upon you after your relationship with Taehyung became public, called you a cheap trick after you edited his book? Wasn’t she one the main people vying for you to not get the job here?

What softened her?

Taehyung Kim sits in the lobby of Serendipity Publishing, smirking devilishly at Alexis as he taps his foot softly on the area rug. He’s been waiting to see you for ten minutes, though to be fair, he isn’t on your calendar. No, Taehyung showed up ten minutes ago, and through his charm willed Alexis to see if you could spare some time to chat with him. She’d found a little time, if you came back from HR early.

“How long have you worked for Y/N?” He asks. As the only person in the waiting room, he’s allowing himself to speak at near full volume. He pitches his voice lower, so Alexis really has to lean forward, over the desk, to catch everything he’s saying.

“Um, almost a year,” she says nervously giggling.

“Do you like it?”

Alexis, for what it’s worth, has every idea who this man is. How could she not? She did her due diligence and googled her boss the minute she got the job, and what she found was scathing and polarizing. Either person viewed what happened between Y/N and Taehyung as her fault, blaming her for ruining a relationship that seemed far more established than the one she was creating. Or, the opposite side, condemned Taehyung for his behavior but was skeptical that Y/N really deserved her promotions. Neither side seemed to like Y/N very much, which is exactly the opposite of Serendipity Publishing, where every person can’t stop singing your praises.

“I love it,” Alexis says and glances to the elevator as it dings and you step off, a satisfied smile on your face.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, stopping at Alexis’s desk and squaring your shoulders to Taehyung, effectively blocking her behind you.

“I wanted to talk to you, and hello.”

“Hi. I don’t have time to talk today, can you schedule an appointment and come back?”

“I could, but I wanted to present an idea to you first before I meet with my agent and talk to him about it,” Taehyung says, smug smile on his lips. He knows that’s the magic phrase to get you to talk to him, bringing his agent into the mix.

“Fine, come on,” You say and guide him back through the hallway and to your office. He sits readily on the open chair and starts talking.

“I have an idea for a new book,” Taehyung says. “It centers on the fall out after Two Affairs to Remember and is about the destruction that comes to both women once they’re outed. They then start getting to know each other, a little First Wives Club homage, but eventually fall in love.”

“You want to take two women who were wronged by a man, and turn them gay?” You ask, staring at him firmly.

“I do.”

“That’s horrible.”

“Why?”

“You really think readers want to read a story about women that were so scorned by a man that they only have one choice, turn to lesbianism?”

“That’s not what it’s about though. It’s about discovering these parts of yourself that you didn’t know existed, seeing who you are on your own, and how surprising that journey can be,” He explains.

“No one wants to read that from a cis-hetero man unless that man is discovering he’s gay or poly or queer in general,” You tell him. “No one.”

“I –

“What is making you want to write this? What is creating this desire in you? Are you going through some shit?” You ask.

“No, I’m just, the moment is over, but I want it to continue.”

“You want to keep capitalizing on it. Aren’t you working on the script for the series?”

“Yes.”

“So?”

“I think there’s more story here!” Taehyung declares, a flourish of his hand and raised voice accompanying the statement. “I want to tell more about the lives these people lead, the relationships they hold what happens not that their lives are shattered.”

“Tae, I can’t stop you from writing it. But please do not include me in the process.” You request.

“You’re the only person I trust to edit it.”

“That can’t possibly be true.”

“It is! You edited the first one so beautifully, I need you on this project.” He pleads.

“Tae,”

“At least consider it?”

You think about it. What’s the harm? So much harm, and of course Yoongi to consider. But this could be good, after all Taehyung is a beautiful writer. “I’ll consider it when you have pages for me to actually read and consider.”

“Okay, that’s fair. Proof,” He agrees.

“Yeah, I want proof that this isn’t just some last stitch grab at fame, but something real and tangible from you.”

“Give me a month, I’ll have pages for you,” Taehyung says.

“Great.”

“So, what had you smiling so much?” He asks, leaning back in his chair.

“What do you mean?” You ask him.

“Coming off the elevator, you were smiling like you had a secret. What is it?”

“That is none of your business.”

“You seeing someone?”

“Again, none of your business.”

“Okay, okay,” He says holding his hands up. “But if you want to talk about it, I’m always around.”

“We’re not friends, Taehyung.”

“But we could be, Y/N.” He smiles, and damn if it isn’t the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen.

“Your next appointment is here,” Alexis says, stepping into your office.

“Oh –

“Hey, so I was thinking,” Yoongi says barging in. He freezes when he sees Taehyung, and glances between you quickly. “Fuck I didn’t know someone else was in here.”

“Yeah, an impromptu meeting,” Taehyung says as he too glances from Yoongi to you and back.

“Taehyung Kim, this is Yoongi Min, author of the Lil King Yoongi saga.”

“Oh shit, I know your books!” Taehyung stands and extends his hand.

“And I know you,” Yoongi comments, loud enough that Taehyung hears it.

This causes two things to happen. First, Taehyung stares down at Yoongi, tightening his grip, drawing conclusions to the way in which Yoongi made his comment, and the way his eyes are staring past Taehyung to you. Second, it causes you to give a pleading look first to Alexis, then to Yoongi, who releases his grip on Taehyung’s hand.

“Well, I don’t mean to interrupt,” Taehyung says. He feels the tension in the air, and wonders if he’s right about you and Yoongi. “I’ll email you pages.”

“Fine,” You resign.

“Nice to meet you,” Yoongi says as he sits in the chair opposite the one that Taehyung previously occupied.

“You too.”

Taehyung follows Alexis out, but not before he casts another gaze at the two of you. “Are they together?”

“Y/N and Mr. Min?” Alexis asks.

“Yeah, they’re dating, right?” Taehyung asks again.

“Oh, I have no idea,” She says. Though his question sparks in her curiosity, as she too has always noticed a weird tension between the two.

“What was he doing here?” Yoongi asks.

“He has a new project and wants to send me pages,” You say.

“Why?”

“Because it’s related to –

“Your affair?”

You roll your eyes. “I don’t love it when you call it that. Yes, he’s got ideas for a second book.”

“And he came to see you?”

“Are you jealous?” You ask.

“No, I don’t love walking into my girlfriend’s office, after I’ve been subjected to scrutiny from HR about the nature of said relationship to find her talking to her ex like he didn’t break her heart and nearly destroy her career,” Yoongi snaps.

“Why are you so mad? He came in to ask if I’d read pages, that’s it.”

“Why do I feel like he wants more?” Yoongi asks you.

“I don’t know, but you know I don’t.”

“I know,” He mutters.

“How did your meeting with Olivia go?” You ask.

“She fucking hates me,” He comments.

“She hates everyone.”

“Not like she hates me. She asked about when I first had sexual feelings for you, and if those sexual feelings clouded my judgment. She asked why I’m working with Jin, if it’s some favor to you and if I’m getting special treatment because you and I are, and I quote her here, intimate.”

“Yeah, she asked me similar questions, though she didn’t ask about the first time we had sex, which surprised me.”

“She wanted to know how soon after we texted did we start fooling around, again her words. What kind of question is that?” He asks.

“An invasive one.”

“What is the point in asking that, if she already knew we didn’t start seeing each other socially until what, four months after I signed? We didn’t even start texting for longer!”

“I know, I told her that too.”

He adjusts in his chair. “It was gross, having someone document our relationship like that.”

“And yet, we both have committed those things to memory.”

“Yeah, because we’re in the relationship. We’re, are you finally my girlfriend?” He asks.

The question doesn’t all together catch you off guard, but his tone does.

“What, annoyed I don’t have a label?” You laugh.

“Actually, yes.”

“Yoongi, you know why I’ve wanted to wait.”

“You spent the night last night; I don’t really know what you’re waiting for.”

You sigh. “Do you remember waiting for your report card, in the summer right after school finished, just to make sure it said you were moving to the next grade?”

“I mean I never doubted or worried about it, but yes.”

“I just want her written seal of HR approval that we’re above board, and then I’ll be more than thrilled to walk around introducing you as my boyfriend,” You explain.

“When will that be?”

“By the end of the week I hope.”

“And if she somehow, for whatever reason, decides we’re not above board, then what will we do?”

“Yoongi,” You sigh.

“I’m serious. What if she decides that we actually engaged in behavior that is harmful to you as publisher and director, and we can’t be together as long as I’m an author at Serendipity?”

“She won’t.”

“But what –

“Yoongi! Stop spiraling! She isn’t going to decide that we can’t be together. We already have been together for the last few months and nothing has happened. So can we please not doom spiral about it?” You request, tone biting and harsh.

“Sorry,” He says, eyes rolling as his embarrassment flushes his cheeks.

“I didn’t mean to snap… I just can’t keep going on and on about what happens if we can’t be together. We’re together, already, so why talk as if we’re not?”

He glances up at you, a gentle smile of fondness on his lips. “You like me, don’t you?”

“Yeah, Yoongi. I like you a lot. That’s why I’m fighting for us, for you.”

“And so that I don’t crawl back into bed the minute I leave your office?”

“Absolutely that too.”

“I like you a lot, too. For the record.” He smirks, and it reminds you of this morning, sleep still in his eyes, but a devilish look clouding them as he rolled on top of you, weight pressing against your body, a smirk on his lips and his shaggy black hair falling over his face.

“I want to kiss you,” he had said.

“So do it,” you remarked, bratty in the way you stared back at him, defiantly. You wanted him to make a move, to make a declaration, to force his hand before he forced yours. He did, kissing you with so much heat you rolled on top of him, finding a punishing pace as the sleepiness drained out of you as pleasure overtook.

“I know you do, I was there this morning,” You comment.

“Will you be there tonight?” He winks. He doesn’t think he’s much good at it, but he loves the way your eyes melt whenever he does.

“Yeah, my place?”

The thing about Yoongi’s anxiety and depressive episodes is that they hit, almost without warning. In hindsight he can see all along that it was coming, but in the moments before everything seems totally fine. He left your office, and with every step towards his car he felt the weight getting heavier and heavier. The panic over Taehyung showing up in your life, right as HR was going to give your relationship the company seal of approval, his impending writing retreat for book two and three, the realization he can’t go back and edit book one anymore… all began to bubble and turn inside him.

By the time he gets home, the panic is so great he does what he does best, crawls in bed, under his weighted blanket. He rests his eyes, and before he knows it, it’s 8PM and you’ve called and texted. He wants to return them, to text you back, to keep you updated… but he can’t.

Next: The Littlest Dumpling {10}

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VIII. Nobody Needs to Know

Previous: VI. Nobody Needs to Know

Pairing: Park Jimin x Jeon Jungkook

Genre: Non Idol AU

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Swearing! Kissing! Oral Sex (M)!

Word Count: 4.7K

Summary: Sometimes… you get caught.

Master List: Nobody Needs to Know

Master List: Love Again

Master List: Be the One

Notes: This is the third and final installment of Be the One & Love Again universe!

Listening: Nobody Needs to Know, The Last Five Years

Tag List: @4ksj, @jagiya, @ot7nem, @knjkitten, @teamtardis-notdead

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The announcement of your pregnancy came the first night you and the crew were in Hawaii for a week long vacation. You hadn’t had a sip of your champagne, which Hoseok had ordered to toast the first of many group vacations. You didn’t drink, which was strange because you always drink.

“Are you pregnant?” Yoongi asked, point blank.

The shock on your face couldn’t be undone, and you stared ta him.

“Oh my god, Yoongi,” Seokjin said. “Did you just out her pregnancy to her? That’s so uncool.”

“I, I,” You shook your head, then disappeared for a solid ten minutes while everyone tried to get Taehyung to answer.

“You’re a fucking asshole Yoongi Min,” You snapped and threw onesies at all of them. “We, my husband and I, were going to share it with you all tomorrow night. But you fucking had to ruin it.”

“I’m sorry! You always drink, you champs more than anyone!” Yoongi was truly, deeply sorry and hurt.

“Well, read your fucking onesies.”

The onesies had been custom ordered, with everyone’s names. They all said “Uncle ___ loves me more” or “Aunt Violette loves me more” on them with a cute bow on the M.

“Are you having a girl?” Violette asked.

“Yes, and I’m due in six months.”

“Oh my god!”

Everyone stood and wrapped their arms around you, but Jimin pulled Taehyung aside.

“You’re going to be a dad!” He said and held him tightly. “I can’t believe this!”

“I know,” Taehyung was blushing and teary. “I’m going to be a dad.”

Jimin and Jungkook had been fighting until that moment, when they looked at each other, hugging their best friends, who had just announced they were going to be parents.

Jungkook mouthed “I love you” first, Jimin second. They’d surely figure it out, wouldn’t they?

They walked side by side, onesies in their hands to their shared bedroom. They’d opted for a kind instead of two queens because, who were they kidding? They wanted to have sex and hold each other as they slept like they did almost every night.

“I’m sorry,” Jimin said. He kicked off his shoes and slipped his hand into Jungkook’s. He pulled him to the bed and stood in front of him.

“Me too,” Jungkook said.

“I want you to move in, or we can find a new house for the two of us, but mine is mostly paid off. I just, I want us to live together,” Jimin declared, his intentions clear and pure.

“I do too, but we can’t when they don’t know!” Jungkook exclaimed. This fight was growing tired, how long had they been fighting over moving in? Weeks it felt like, even if it had only been a few days since Jimin sat Jungkook down, in his house, and told Jungkook he wanted him to move in.

“I get that, but what can our compromise be?” Jimin asked.

“I don’t know.”

“Spend equal time at both places?”

“Do you want to?”

“My lease is ending,” Jungkook reminded him.

“I have to go to Seoul again, for a few months… We could say that you’re going to watch my house when I’m gone and just stay in the guest room.”

“Do you think they’d believe it?”

“Why wouldn’t they?”

“We’re going to tell them, aren’t we?” Jungkook asked.

“Yes, we are. But when Y/N isn’t in her early stages of pregnancy. We don’t want her to like, lose it because of shock or something.” Jimin said.

“That’s not possible,” Jungkook said.

“You know her, it could happen.”

“Okay, so we wait, until the baby and after Seokjin and Violette’s wedding.”

“I want you to move into my house, so I can be close to you,” Jimin brought Jungkook’s hands to his lips and kissed his palm.

“Okay, we’ll just keep lying.”

“We’re,” Jimin stopped himself, because there was no arguing. “Only for a few more months.”

“And then what, we tell them all and they’re happy for us?” Jungkook asked.

“You think they won’t be?”

Jungkook stood and ran a hand through his hair before he started unbuttoning his shirt, stripping for bed. “I – I don’t know! Will they forgive us?”

“They have to, we’re, we’re not a phase or a fling. This relationship is real, and true. I love you,” Jimin said.

“I love you too,” He sighed.

“And moving in together is the next step, it is the logical answer to your lease ending. But more than that, I just want to wake up next to you every day without fail.”

“Jimin, you’re waxing poetic. I always knew you spent too much time with Taehyung, but this is really crossing the line.”

“You don’t want me to say sweet things to you? To tell you all the ways I love you?”

“Save it for your vows, Park,” Jungkook smirked.

“Fine. They’ll be mushier than Taehyung’s, and that’s saying something.”

“I know, and I’ll love it.”

“What do you want for breakfast?” Jimin asked Jungkook one morning, a few weeks after Seokjin and Violette’s wedding.

“I was going to have cereal unless you wanted to make me something fancier,”

“I was going to make a scramble, but we can eat cereal,” Jimin shrugged.

“No, you’ve already chopped the veggies and cooked the bacon, and the potatoes!” Jungkook exclaimed tossing one in his mouth. “You’re so good,” He said and leaned in to kiss Jimin.

“Don’t start Mister,” Jimin warned, moving the food away from Jungkook. “You know I can only cook one thing and if you ruin this I won’t ever try again.”

“Okay, okay, I won’t,” Jungkook sat at the counter, shirtless, sweats hung low on his hips. “So, what’s the plan for today?”

“Taehyung is coming over to talk about his babymoon? They’re going on a trip, he also wanted to tell me he named baby girl Kim, but I guarantee he won’t tell me what. Then we’re going to go shopping for the pots out back, since they’re getting repotted.”

“Busy day, when will you ever have time for me?” Jungkook teased.

“You?”

“Yeah, Jimin, me, your live-in boyfriend.”

“You’re more than my boyfriend, Jungkook. You know that,” Jimin continued his work on the stove top, making their breakfast scramble.

“I know, I just love to tease you,” Jungkook snaked his arms around Jimin’s waist and tilted his head to the side. His lips found purchase on Jimin’s neck, where he kissed and suckled the flesh. Jimin’s goosebumps rose without fear, body leaning back into Jungkook’s, jaw going slack as a breathy moan left his lips. “Tell me to stop.”

“Bunny,” Jimin moaned. He quickly turned the stove off and moved the pan to a cool burner before turning around. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

Jimin’s lips attached themselves to Jungkook’s in heat, kissing to bruise the tender and supple flesh of Jungkook’s lips. He kissed him hard, teeth rattling against each other, tongues pressing hurriedly into each other’s mouths. Jimin’s hands drifted south first, dipping into Jungkook’s sweats and stroking his already semi hard member. It was weighty and girthy in his small hands, almost too much for him to take at once. But he did, stroking the tip for the precum that dripped, feeling it harden with every stroke.

“Jimin,” Jungkook moaned, head falling back and allowing Jimin to kiss the column of his throat. “God, Jimin.”

Jimin lowered himself to the floor and pushed Jungkook back against the counter.

Kitchen sex was always fun, and spontaneous. They could have it after dinner, before dinner, during drinks or before breakfast. It was always fun, finding ways to join their bodies in the tiny space between the stove and kitchen sink. Sometimes, if they were up to it, they’d completely find themselves on the floor, Jimin or Jungkook breaching each other’s walls to completely unrattled themselves. They’re verse kings, let that be known.

This morning, Jimin, having heard Jungkook’s whining and curiosity if he still loves him, a preposterous question, and decided that morning he would kneel and take his lover, his partner, the love of his life, fully in his mouth and down his throat.

Which, is exactly what he was doing, loosening his jaw, letting his tongue swirl around Jungkook’s tip as he sucked him off.

What a way to start a Saturday.

Jungkook’s breath was ragged, his eyes pointed at Jimin who was matching his gaze. He stared into his lover’s eyes and he could see the mischief. Jimin had plans for this blow job, and Jungkook wasn’t going to last as long as he hoped.

“Jimin, I swear if you fucking swallow around me again I’m going to come so hard and fast I –

Jimin swallowed.

Jungkook came.

Hard. Fast. Loud.

Jimin swallowed again.

“That was so fucking mean!” Jungkook heaved, hand slapping Jimin’s chest.

“What, wanting to pleasure you?”

“You made me come so fast, I was trying to savor it.”

“Do I not blow you enough?” Jimin asked, returning to making their breakfast.

“You do, we have a lot of sex. I just wanted to savor you a little longer before you got all ready for the day and were gone for hours.”

“Jungkook, are you a little possessive today?”

“Yeah, maybe I am.”

“It’s hot, keep that energy up and I’ll let you fuck me when I get home.”

“I was already planning to, honey,” Jungkook said, slapping Jimin’s ass before getting two plates down from the shelf.

“Breakfast is ready, cheese?” Jimin asked.

“If you please.”

Jimin stuffed a large bite in his mouth before speaking. “What do you think they’re going to name the baby?”

“Oh, something slightly off kilter like, Juniper or Ivy, or Odette,” Jungkook offered.

“Maybe a Josie, or a Charlotte.”

“Baby, just because identify as a Charlotte does not mean they’re going to name their baby Charlotte. If anything, Y/N would pick Samantha,” Jungkook stared at Jimin with teasing adoration. What a pain in the ass he was.

“Better name?” Jimin asked.

“Less commercial, plus there was the American Girl doll which she had and loved.”

“Tae would lean towards artists, more Artemisia and call her Art or something,” Jimin said.

“Arden,” Jungkook suggested.

“Arden Kim is a perfect name.”

“Make sure you tell him so. And Seokjin, he and Violette might like it better.”

Jimin and Jungkook ate in silence, enjoying the company of the other while devouring the entire pan of breakfast scramble. It was good – Jimin had added enough fresh garlic to burn their noses and had made good of the peppers and onion that were just waiting in the crispers to be used. He tossed in some kale, which Jungkook hated, but it was still delicious when mixed with the perfectly cooked and crisped potatoes.

“I was thinking,” Jimin started.

“About?”

“Do we want to live in this house?” He asked.

“You want to move?”

“I’m more so worried that it’s too much of my house, and not enough of our house.”

“Ah,” Jungkook said.

“I know, the whole we’re a secret and have been for nearly two years thing sort of puts us in a weird place, but this house feels like it’s still mine, when it’s actually ours.”

“I was thinking about that, specifically in our bedroom. I wish we had those cute pictures of us from Hawaii up, or when we went to see my parents for Christmas. This house is yours, but I’d really love to pick out new throw pillows for the couch.” Jungkook put his fork down and turned his body to face Jimin. He took in the sculpting of his face, the curve of his nose and the slight sign of his bridge. His lips, extra plump from chewing and rosy from their exploits. He loved this man, so deeply it rattled in his bones.

“You hate those pillows.”

“Jimin, babe, they’re ugly,” He laughed.

“I’m sorry I like them!” Jimin pouted.

“It’s fine,” Jungkook loved at how flustered Jimin was over decorative pillows. Which, if Jungkook wanted to point out, every single person said were hideous.

“We can get new ones. The point is, do you want to help me redecorate so this house feels like ours and not just mine?” Jimin asked more directly.

Jungkook took the final bite of his scramble and swallowed down the rest of his coffee. “Yes, of course I want to. We can get prints made and framed to hang up after we tell everyone.”

“That’s good, planning ahead so they have time to prepare.”

“And then the house will be ours.”

“I want you on the deed, too. If you want. If we’re going to stay here for a while, I want you a part of it too.”

Jimin had thought long and hard about this, consulted his financial planner and original realtor about what would need to happen to add Jungkook to the deed of his house. It wasn’t much, some documents that needed to be signed, a few copies of social security cards and birth certificates. Nothing more difficult than it was to obtain a passport, and Jungkook would be an equal owner of this house, this home they were building. And, if they did decide to move, it would have to be a unanimous decision.

“Don’t we have to get married for that?” Jungkook asked, he’d never really thought about it before, being part owner of this stunning mini mansion that Jimin had bought.

“No,” Jimin said. “Just documents and proof of identity.”

Jungkook nodded, understanding. “Do I have to buy my way in? Do you want me to?”

“No, I wouldn’t let you.”

“Are you sure?” Jungkook’s voice was serious, deadly serious.

“You can cover the redecorating, I’ll handle the legal,” Jimin said.

“And that’s that?” Jungkook asked, starting to smile. Owning a house with his boyfriend, one day husband was more than he dreamed when he was bopping around the Southwest of America making traditional tiles.

“That’s that.”

Jungkook stood at the kitchen sink washing the last of the breakfast dishes when Jimin came up behind him. Dressed to hang out with Taehyung, he slipped his arms around Jungkook’s dainty waist and kissed his shoulder.

“You’re so small,” Jungkook laughed.

“Shut up, you love that I’m fun sized,” Jimin scolded.

“I hate that phrase.”

“You love me.”

“That I do. Are you ready to go?” Jungkook asked.

“Yeah, Tae is almost here. But you know the rule,” Jimin said.

“You can’t leave without a kiss, I know,” Jungkook turned off the sink and dried his hands, Jimin still clinging to him. “Come here.”

He turned around in Jimin’s arms and cupped his cheeks. He stared into Jimin’s soft eyes and smiled. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

And then, like they’d done time and time before, Jungkook kissed him.

“Hey Jimin – I’m here – holy fuck!” Taehyung’s emotions ranged and went quickly, moving from placid comfortability to extreme surprise in the span of five seconds.

Jimin and Jungkook sprang apart, eyes going wide as they stared at the intruder.

“Shit,” Jimin said.

“Fuck,” Jungkook said.

“What the fuck are you two doing?” Taehyung asked, staring at each of them. “What is going on?”

“Why don’t we sit?” Jimin suggested, his nerves rattled. Jungkook nodded before instinctively pulling glasses down and disappearing to the bar cart.

“Drinks?” He asked, pouring everyone a shot of vodka.

“I, I’m too stunned to move,” Taehyung said. He looked at his hands, and his feet which hadn’t moved from the point in the entryway that you can see clear to the kitchen. What had he just walked in on?

“Tae, come and sit so we can talk, okay?” Jimin said. He approached cautiously, hand going to take Taehyung’s and guide him to the living room.

“Were you two just kissing? Is that what I walked in on? Kissing?

“Yes,” Jungkook said. He passed the drinks and sat a fair distance from Jimin.

“Yes?” Taehyung said quietly. “You kiss?”

“Yes, look, we were going to tell you, we didn’t want to risk the pregnancy or cause undue stress, so we’ve been hiding it.” Jimin explained.

“I – how long?”

“Two years,” Jungkook said. He caught Jimin’s glare. This is not what they’d practiced at all. They were going to be calm and level headed, share their love before diving into how long it’s been happening. But, well, not today.

“Two fucking years?”

Jungkook nodded, he’d been keeping meticulous track of their relationship timeline. Largely due to the secrecy, but also because he wanted to remember every day he loved Jimin and got to call him his.

“Yes, when Jimin started to visit Seoul for work, we connected and it started there.”

“Two years? You’ve been in secret for two years?” Taehyung questioned again.

“Yes,” Jimin finally said. “And, we,”

“Are you in love?” Taehyung asked.

“Yes,” They said together.

“Deeply,” Jungkook’s gaze didn’t waver from Jimin’s. Taehyung glanced between them, watching the rose colored glasses filter their visions of each other.

“We’re going to get married,” Jimin said to Taehyung, eyes still on Jungkook. “Someday - but Jungkook has lived here for a while now.”

“Not in the guest room?” Taehyung asked.

“No, not in the guest room. In our master bedroom. This is our house, our living room.”

“You found the love of your life and you didn’t tell me?”

Taehyung was no longer angry but wounded. A momentous occasion, a huge discovery, and Jimin didn’t tell him once?

“I, yes, but Tae –

“No, Jimin,” Taehyung stood, anger and adrenaline flowing through him. “You, after all we’ve been through and grown and experienced… You lied to me about maybe the most important relationship of your life.”

“I’m sorry,” Jimin could feel the tears, they’d never fought like this before.

“Why?” Taehyung snarled.

“Tae, you know why.”

“Why what?” Jungkook asked.

“Why you kept it from me,” Taehyung answered.

“You know why,” Jimin repeated.

“Because you don’t think you’re good enough for love? You lied to me because you were scared? Jimin when have I ever not supported you or believed in you? When have I ever been disappointed in your choice of partner, or not been accepting of the phase of life you’re in? When?”

“Never.”

“I can’t believe you lied,” Taehyung said. He sat back and crossed his arms over his chest. “This is worse than when you lied about Y/N. Oh my god! I’m not fucking keeping this from her.”

“You don’t have to, we just don’t want her to go into early labor,” Jungkook said.

“You think this will send her into labor?” Taehyung was stunned, and laughed in response.

“We don’t know!” Jimin exclaimed.

“You two are idiots. It won’t send her into labor. You need to tell her, and Hoseok. I’m not keeping this secret from her. It isn’t mine to keep.”

“We know. We had a plan you just, surprised us,” Jungkook told him.

“You had a plan? Another plan of lies?”

“Tae,” Jimin warned.

“Sorry, I’m just so surprised. You’re in love, you’ve met your person and I didn’t know. That’s fucking big and it really fucking hurts.”

“I’m sorry,” Jimin apologized again.

“You said you’d never lie to me, again, Jimin. After the summer with Y/N, you said you wouldn’t lie to me about major life events. But you’re fucking lying to me. You’ve been lying to me. And I don’t know how to, I don’t know how to process this at all.”

“Tae, come on, I’m sorry!”

“Your fear got to you, and our trust was the victim.”

“That’s not fair,” Jungkook said.

“Isn’t it?” Taehyung asked. “How do you think Y/N is going to feel, Jungkook? When she knows you, the person she loves more than anyone, has been lying to her for two years?”

“When you put it like that,” Jungkook mumbled. “I don’t know. I hoped she’d understand why.”

“Why? All I know is the why was fear, please tell me if it’s different!”

Taehyung, and Jimin, are sure in their decade plus relationship that they’ve never fought like this, and Taehyung has never been this angry or upset over anything. He’s indignant, rage fueling his reactions and clouding his mind. He’s livid, because what did it mean to their friendship to be kept a secret? And – he knows that’s not fair. It has nothing to do with him and everything to do with Jimin and Jungkook. Their decision, their relationship, their secret. Despite that, it still hurt, not knowing his friend was going through, falling in love, without him. Who did he have to talk to? Who did he confide in when they fought? What was their first date, or first kiss, or when they said they loved each other for the first time? Hadn’t Taehyung confided in Jimin all the times you and him and experienced those relationship firsts? How could Jimin not tell him?

“Please enlighten me,” Taehyung asked. “Tell me why.”

“Tae, you’re not us. It’s been hell, lying to you guys and sneaking around. Acting like we aren’t having this momentous love and tending to it. It’s been so lonely, talking about it in secret, or in coded language. Hiding it from the people who know us better than we do. It hasn’t been clandestine meetings and an illicit affair. It’s been brutal, but we love each other, and we want to be together. Yes, it fucking sucks that we hid it, and we didn’t talk to you guys. And yeah, we probably let our egos and our fear get in the way. But Taehyung, please try to understand why we did it.”

Jungkook ends his speech, the longest he’s spoken in a while, with a huff and wide eyes rimmed with tears. He’ll fight anyone for Jimin, including Jimin’s best friend.

“Why though, you haven’t told me why.”

“Because I haven’t earned Jungkook!” Jimin exclaimed. “I haven’t earned him, and every day since we started hanging out in Seoul I’ve been trying to prove I’m worthy. Until I saw myself as that, I wasn’t ready to tell you.”

“I’ve never loved anyone besides your wife, Tae. I didn’t want to jinx it, to ruin it… I needed to protect it so that we could grow as a couple,” Jungkook said.

“Shit,” Taehyung muttered.

The silence that filled was contemplative and weighty. Taehyung didn’t have to absolve them of anything, and he could accept Jimin’s apology. But the thought of his wife finding out was what was weighing heavy on his heart. How would you take it, and would you be so mad that he found out days before you?

“I can dislike what you did, and feel like you lied to me, while still acknowledging this beautiful relationship,” Taehyung finally said, breaking the silence.

“And I still trust you, but I will work to gain yours back,” Jimin said.

“You don’t have to, you have it.”

“Oh my god,” Jungkook groaned. “Everything Violette has ever said about us is right.”

“I know! She’s going to have a field day with this.”

“We really should’ve dated other people, right? Not spent time fucking each other?” Jungkook asked the two.

“I don’t know, it was pretty fun, most of the time,” Jimin shrugged. “Even the drama with Hoseok, it all led us here.”

Taehyung couldn’t stop himself from asking the one question that he already had answered but needed confirming. “You’ll tell Y/N?”

“Yes,” They said in unison.

Taehyung nodded. “You’ve got two days, because I can’t keep it from her for longer.”

“Fine. I’ll take Y/N, you’ll tell Hoseok?” Jungkook said.

“You’ll have to work on your story, because kissing in your kitchen is a hell of a way to find out.”

That evening, the two lovers laid in bed together, limbs intertwined. Jungkook had already begun to pick the photos he wanted framed, including the new ones for their bedroom when Jimin broke through his quiet thoughts.

“Do you think he’s right?” Jimin asked Jungkook.

“I – about what?”

“That he lost my trust?”

Jungkook paused, then sighed and sat up. They weren’t going to drift to sleep. They were going to talk.

“If he says he didn’t, I would believe him.”

“Okay… do you think Hoseok will?”

“Jimin,” Jungkook said. He didn’t want to say it, but it was on the tip of his tongue.

“Just say it.”

“If he loves you after all the shit you pulled in college, and still trusts you after the summer you slept with Y/N, then I believe, truly, that your relationship is fine.”

Jimin heard the undercurrent in his voice, the stress that was brewing between his brow when Jimin had returned home from his outing with Taehyung. He had said Seokjin and Violette would love the name Arden, but you and he had already named baby girl Kim.

“Bunny, tell me what’s wrong.”

“What if she doesn’t forgive me?” Jungkook asked, a crack in his voice and tears falling down his cheeks. “My parents don’t care that I’m in love with a man, she won’t care that I’m dating a man…. But you’re not just a man, Jimin.”

“I’m a myth, a legend, a tormenter of hearts.”

“She and I… we rebuilt. We rebuilt after the whole I love you debacle. We became close friends after I apologized to Taehyung for how shitty I treated him at the dinner they had for me. I have worked to keep our relationship afloat, and been pretty fucking dedicated to it… but will she get over the lie?”

“If Taehyung did, I think his wife will.”

“Don’t do that,” Jungkook said.

“Do what?”

“Relegate Y/N to being a wife. You know she’s more than that.”

“I didn’t mean anything by it,” Jimin said.

“What if she can’t forgive me?”

“Baby, she will.”

“Do you ever think that we made a mistake?”

“In what?”

“Keeping it a secret, keeping us a secret. Did everyone deserve to know?”

Jimin thought about it, he’d wondered too. How could he not? In the two years… he would’ve been naïve or stupid to not have asked himself the same question. But he hadn’t been brave enough to ask Jungkook and tiptoe into a potential mistake or error they made.

“Did everyone deserve to know?” Jimin repeated. “I don’t know if I can answer that.”

Jungkook glanced at him. “I don’t either, like what would have happened if we did tell everyone?”

“I, would it have ruined us?” Jimin wondered.

“I think it would’ve put pressure on us, and everyone would’ve been worried about us,” Jungkook said.

“Would they have poisoned your mind towards me?”

“Is that the fear, if we had told them all in the beginning, they’d turn against you?” Jungkook asked.

“Yes.”

“But Jimin, honey, you’ve grown so much since you were last in any form of a relationship. You’re kinder, we’ve had this discussion.”

“I know, but I’m a Libra so I’m going to need us to keep having it until we’re blue in the face,” Jimin reminded him.

“I love you,” Jungkook laughed. He also knew that was exactly what Jimin needed to hear. “I love you, and I would’ve fallen in love with you even if they had tried to poison me towards you. Of all of them, I think they would’ve told me to be cautious with you. To protect myself because you had growing to do.”

“Those would’ve been fair.”

“Exactly, I don’t think anyone would’ve really poisoned me against you, babe. They would’ve said something similar to you, too.”

“That you’re fresh to this planet and I needed to be cautious because you’ve never been in a long term, committed relationship?”

“Yes. That’s exactly it.”

“So maybe, we didn’t need to tell anyone because we already knew, and were already cautious?” Jimin asked.

“Exactly. We can never know what would’ve happened, all we can do is hypothesize. But that’s not going to get us anywhere. What is going to get us somewhere is telling them now, and also, celebrating our anniversary,” Jungkook slipped under the covers and rested his head next to Jimin’s, their noses brushing against each other’s.

“Two years?” Jimin asked.

“Two years from the day you kissed me.”

“You kissed me.”

“Whatever,” Jungkook leaned in and kissed him again. “For what it’s worth, I wouldn’t trade any of the last two years with you. Ever, for anything.”

“I wouldn’t either.”

“I love you, Jimin.”

“I love you, Jungkook.”

“For our anniversary celebration,” Jungkook began.

“Yes?”

“Well, we’ll be celebrating once all our friends know we’re together… and we’ll officially have stopped existing in the confines of our house apartment. We don’t have to hide anymore. Please, let me take you on a date. A real date. Dinner and dancing for our anniversary.”

“Jungkook,” Jimin blushed.

“Jimin, my love, please?”

“Yes!”

“Really?”

“Honey I thought you’d never ask.”

Next: Nobody Needs to Know {Epilogue}

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