The sea without you
part 22 - all yours
WARNING: smut (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), teasing, unprotected sex (this is actually really tame)
Summary: When rapper Agust D mysteriously disappears, he leaves behind his rap group, his fiancé and his unborn child. Even if they get him back, will it ever be the same? Can they make it right?
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Word count: approx. 3.2k
In the two months since Yoongi had confessed new feelings for you, things between the two of you had gotten comfortably domestic. Before his confession you had already known you would never get over Yoongi. He was the love of your life, your soulmate if those existed at all, and you knew that your heart would always belong to him. The best you could do was to teach yourself to ignore those feelings, to try to deny your attraction and eliminate your expectations so you could give him the chance to find his own happiness and yourself the chance to breathe. But with a drunken kiss and a heartfelt, albeit confused, confession, Yoongi had given you permission to love him again.
Nevertheless, you were intent on taking things slowly. He still wasn’t his old self, and you couldn’t just pick up where you’d left off. This was, for all intents and purposes, a brand new relationship. On top of that, Yoongi had confided in you that the woman who had taken him had done things with him that he wasn’t comfortable with and that by his descriptions he wasn’t even able to consent to, so getting physical with him beyond cuddling and fairly PG kissing--which you always let him initiate--was out of your mind. You occasionally slept in the same bed, usually after you’d soothed him through a nightmare and he asked to cuddle with you, but it never went further than that. So you had no idea how Yoongi looked at you, the twitch he felt when you bent over in front of him to pick up one of Jungie's toys off the floor, or how hot he felt and how is heart raced when you leaned back on the couch next to him, your chest heaving gently after running around after your daughter. He didn't know how to classify or verbalize the new sensations you sparked in him, and unlike with almost anything else he felt a rush of embarrassment at the mere thought of asking you--or anyone--for advice. So he kept quiet and tried to fight the sudden urges he sometimes felt to grab you and hold his body tight to yours.
Yoongi spent time in the studio with Namjoon and Hoseok, although they worked at a relatively casual pace compared to their past productions, and to your surprise that didn’t seem to bother any of them. They almost always got home at a reasonable time. Yoongi often helped you prepare meals or take care of Sujung, and although half of your group was a world away, you felt content with the fullness of your life. Two months passed quickly with no hospital visits or drama, and you quickly began to feel that although you couldn’t have imagined your life would change in this way, it hadn’t turned out so bad afterall.
When SUGAR returned from tour you all attended their return concert, all the boys lavishing attention on your little girl in her bright pink noise cancelling headphones. You and Yoongi left quickly after everything ended, needing to get her home and in bed, and feeling quite worn out yourself from the challenges she’d been putting you through recently. You got her cleaned up and put in her crib before going to say goodnight to Yoongi, but he wasn’t in the guest room that had become his. Going back down the hall to see if he was in the kitchen, you noticed the light on in your bedroom and Yoongi sitting on the edge of your bed, already in his pajamas.
“Is everything okay, baby?” you asked, approaching him slowly as you observed the troubled look on his face, some kind of unspoken anxiety in his eyes.
“Can I stay with you tonight?” he asked quietly with his eyes on his hands. “You don’t have to get out of bed if I have a nightmare,” he teased at his own expense.
You hesitated for the briefest of moments before sitting on the edge of the bed beside him and brushing away his bangs so he would look at you and you could see his eyes. “Is something bothering you, Yoonie?”
His eyes lightened and he shook his head quickly. “No. Nothing. I just...want to be close to you tonight,” he shrugged.
“Of course you can stay with me,” you smiled softly. “As long as you're comfortable.”
He sighed softly. “Jagi, I wish you would stop worrying about making me uncomfortable. You never do, and if you did I would tell you. Nothing--I don’t associate anything in my past with you,” he concluded firmly. You couldn’t help but chuckle sardonically at the comment. It wasn’t his fault that it was painfully true, and he had meant it well. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, looking away from you again when he realized what he’d said.
“It’s fine, baby. I know what you meant,” you said with a forced smile. “Get in bed and I’ll go get ready.”
When you got into bed with a clean face and brushed teeth, Yoongi didn’t hesitate to take the position he was accustomed to when you let him sleep with you, where he curled into your side and rested his head on your shoulder while you played with his hair until he could fall asleep again. Sometimes he’d ask for stories about your younger years, whether they included him or not, since he was as genuinely interested in getting to know you as he was in getting to know himself. You felt an odd mixture of responsibility and peace with the way he made himself vulnerable to you and put all his trust in your hands, and these moments you got to hold him close were precious to you, allowing you to feel as though you could protect him and never let him go again.
You both fell asleep quickly, and as usual he moved slightly away from you in the night. A couple hours later you awoke to his restless movements as he fought the monsters of his dreams that he didn’t care to tell you much about, though he had been seeing a therapist even if it didn’t seem to do much good. Normally, you wouldn’t be aware of his dreams until he reached the point of yelling in his sleep, thrashing around a bit more violently. Since he’d stayed by your side you were able to help in a much calmer stage, yet the whimpers that left his lips as be begged for relief from whatever plagued him broke your heart no less. You moved closer to him in the bed and brushed the hair off his slightly damp forehead, smoothing your hand down to cup his cheek and stroke your thumb across his soft skin while you whispered assurances to him. His whimpers quieted, and you thought for a moment that he would settle back into a tranquil sleep without waking up at all. Just as you were going to pull back, his hand gripped your wrist and held you there. You hadn’t really thought about how close you were to him until his eyes were open and looking into yours, not appearing at all sleepy.
“Thank you,” he whispered, close enough to feel the air that passed his lips on your face.
“Go back to sleep, baby,” you whispered back with a smile, stroking his cheek again.
“Gimme a kiss,” he whined softly, making your smile spread more, but you didn’t think twice about pecking a soft kiss onto his lips. That wasn’t enough for Yoongi though. His other hand found its way around your back while the one on your wrist clutched your neck and held you to him, his lips demanding a deeper kiss.
“Yoongi,” you breathed against his lips with the lightest of laughs, but he crushed your lips together again to silence you. The taste of him was intoxicating. You’d always thought so. You had shared passionate kisses here and there in the last couple of months, moreso recently, but there was something distinctly different in his intent now. Without warning, he rolled over on top of you, one leg between yours, pressing his weight onto you. In the past several months since you’d found him, he had been so vulnerable and soft that you had practically forgotten how forceful Yoongi could be, especially in the bedroom. It had been something you’d love so much about your physical relationship with him, and in a way it had made it easier to resist making any moves on him as you restarted your relationship, because he had always liked to be the one to initiate. His hand wandered up and down your side before taking a firm grip on your hip, and he continued to kiss you passionately while rocking his hips into yours. You could feel him harden against your thigh as he continued to rub your bodies together, and yours naturally responded, holding him to you with your hands on his back and unconsciously bringing your hips to meet him as warmth pooled in your core.
“Yoongi, what are you doing?” you asked as you both took a gasping breath.
His dark eyes looked intensely into yours as they hovered just inches above. “I love you, Yn,” he said thickly, as if it meant everything.
“I love you, too, Yoongi,” you promised back.
“I want to be with you. Please let me,” he begged, attaching his mouth to yours without giving you a chance to respond.
A flood of questions tried to force itself into your mind. Did he know what he was asking for? Did he mean it? Would he regret it? Would you? But they washed right over you, too distracted by the way his hand was dragging over your bare thigh. Your long sleep shirt was already bunched up around your hips from the movements of your slumber and his hands easily found the skin just above your panties as his lips moved across your jaw, closer to your ear.
“Please,” he pleaded again. “I want you, jagi,” he purred.
Whatever questions you might have had about what he knew rationally about the acts he was engaging in, his body certainly knew. He let himself be guided on instinct as he had become so accustomed to due in the past months when he wasn’t guided by you. This time you let him take over, allowed his body to be in charge. For all the weeks of careful control and concern for his protection, now you were going to let him have what he was asking for, what he was begging for. You didn’t say a word, but let him continue when his hands pushed your shirt higher. He dipped to place warm kisses on your abdomen, and you lifted yourself up to help him remove the garment completely as he continued his journey northward.
“I want you to be mine, Yn,” he hummed against the heat of your skin.
“I am yours,” you assured him. “I’m all yours.” You could barely breathe from the sensations of his mouth on you, but suddenly he was gone, only for his face to appear above yours once again.
“And I’m yours?” he asked, desperation and lust mixing in his irises.
You lifted your hands to cup his pale cheeks and smiled. “Yes, Yoongi. You’re all mine, and you’ll always be mine,” you promised him.
His hands which had pressed into the mattress to hold himself above you found you once again with renewed fervor. Quickly, he dragged your panties down your legs before he pushed his own pajama pants down. You held back momentarily before deciding once and for all that this was the right thing. You were his and he was yours and that’s how it would always be. The past was irrelevant. Min Yoongi would always be your present and your future, so there was nothing to fear. With that confidence you stripped him of his shirt as well. His fingers you had always been so fond of found your heat and teased you gently, testing the waters of your wet slit with satisfaction. He mewled softly as your hand wrapped around his length, surprised himself by the pleasure of your gentle touch. You stroked him slowly as he hardened fully in your palm.
Yoongi’s eyes flickered up to yours once more. “Are you sure?” he breathed.
“If you're sure,, I’m sure,” you smiled softly at him.
He moved his other leg in between yours, spreading them wide, and you helped guide him to your entrance while he eyes fixated on yours. He slid into you easily thanks to the arousal he’d coated your lips with, but the stretch was considerable, especially since it had been so long. Yet having him inside you was familiar, like returning home after a long time away, knowing it was still yours, the place you felt most comfortable. Yoongi pushed into your walls slowly until he was buried all the way inside of you, but he couldn’t wait to give you time to adjust before he pulled back just as slowly. The movement was slightly uncomfortable at first but quickly turned into pleasure as his body sank onto yours, your skin uniting in warm, heavenly bliss. He captured your moans with his mouth as his movements sped up little by little and you held onto his neck for dear life, wishing you could stay like this forever, and let yourself get lost in his rhythm. You wouldn't think about until later how unlike your former lover he was, but as always that wasn’t his fault. He didn’t have the years of careful observation and curious experimentation that your fiance had earned. This second first time was more careless, rushed and heady that any time you had ever spent with Yoongi before, but you were so overcome by the pleasure of having him with you at all that you couldn’t find it in you to care when his rhythm faltered after mere minutes and he came inside of you without warning.
Yoongi held his body carefully against yours as he panted over you, exhausted by his efforts. As his mind cleared it allowed nervousness to creep back in and you could see it feel his eyes. “I-was…” he stuttered, unsure how to verbalize his self consciousness.
You cupped his cheeks and smiled softly to reassure him. “You were great, Yoongi. It’s okay,” you reassure him, and he smiled as a satisfied sigh pushed past his lips. He rolled over into the space beside you once again, his breathing still heavy. A moment passed before he turned his gaze from the ceiling back toward you and held his arm open, signaling it was your turn to be cuddled. Your lips parted into a bright smile at the gesture and quickly you scooted into the space by his side, not bothered at all by the slight dampness of his body. You breathed in his strong scent and let the motion of his hand against your arm lull you to sleep.
You woke up to an arm draped heavily over your ribcage. The scent that surrounded you was so familiar, so comforting, your half-asleep mind cycled slowly through too many confusing thoughts. Why on earth was Yoongi in your bed? You were in your bed, after all. When your brain finally caught up and you remembered one by one the events of the previous night--Yoongi wanting to sleep with you and then Yoongi sleeping with you--you turned quickly in his arms, your movements stirring him awake.
"Yoongi?" You breathed, eyes opened wide when they met his sleepy ones.
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Good morning, love," he whispered.
"Love?" You questioned, eyebrows shooting up.
His smile spread a little wider. "Did you miss me calling you that?"
"How did you know?" Maybe it was just that you weren't fully awake, but you were failing to connect the dots.
"I remembered," he whispered.
"You remembered?" You sucked in a small gasp. "How much did you remember?"
"Not everything, but enough. A lot of things have been fuzzy for a while and I didn’t say anything because I wasn’t sure, but they suddenly came clear. I remember you, all of you. And that's more than enough," he said before planting a kiss on your forehead.
"In the middle of the night. I guess, after we...yknow. I think the tactile things...like with the piano, seem to trigger the memories," he surmised as he brought his hand to cup your cheek. He looked lovingly into your eyes, a look you had missed so much.
"If I had known that I would've jumped your bones earlier," you mumbled with a grin.
He couldn't help but chuckle with you. "You could've done, but you wouldn't have. You're too sweet." His thumb rubbing continuously over the apple of your cheek. "I wish I could've gotten back earlier. But I don't completely regret it."
"Why's that?" you wondered.
"I got to fall in love with you twice. I didn't think I could possibly love you more than I did when I disappeared, but I have been falling in love with you every day since I got back, and I love you twice as much now as before." Yoongi's eyes searched yours to see if you could understand.
You swallowed, melting under his gaze. "I'm glad I never gave up on you," you whispered almost to yourself.
"I'm really sorry for making you wait so long. But you did take off my ring..." he reminded you, taking your hand to rub his thumb over your bare finger.
You pulled your hand away to land a light smack on his shoulder. "Yah! I asked you. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. But I didn't give up hope."
Yoongi laughed, showing you his gummy smile before wrapping both arms around you and pulling you tight against his still bare chest. "I know. I don't want to make you wait much longer."
"Hm should we go get the papers today then?" you teased, equally if not more tired of waiting.
"Mm maybe tomorrow? I kinda just want to stay here holding you all day," he told you, peppering kisses over your cheek. “Remember when we used to spend whole days together in bed?”
You groaned. "I do remember. Some of my favorite days. There's just one problem with that plan."
"What's that?" he asked, his lips hardly leaving your skin. You held up your finger just as you heard a faint 'eomma' from the other room. "My daughter," he gasped, letting his grip of you loosen immediately in his hurry to get off the bed. You'd never seen him move so quickly in the morning as he nearly tripped pulling on his pajama bottoms.
"Yah! Our daughter!" You shouted after him and pulled on your shirt.
"Good morning, sugar," Yoongi beamed as he rounded the corner in your baby girl's room, completely ignoring your protest.
"Appa!" Sujung cried back, stretching her arms out to her father happily. He didn't hesitate to pick her up out of the crib and cover her plush cheeks with kisses, making her giggle. You followed him into the room and sighed, resting your hand on the railing of the crib.
"What's wrong?" He asked when he noticed you pouting slightly. "Are you jealous?" He teased you when you didn't answer.
"No." You pouted harder. "I'm just not used to sharing you," you admitted. There was still something of a division in your mind between the Yoongi with whom you shared memories and the one you had taken care of for the last several months.
"Come here. I have kisses for eomma, too," he promised as he waved you over. After a moment of playful hesitation you took a few steps toward the two loves of your life and let him spit his kisses between his two girls.
part 21 << master list >> part 23
A/n: I hope you like this part, it honestly hung me up for a long time. The smut here was really much more mechanical and plot driven than ~sexy~ so if you're interested in a much hotter smut scene lmk in the comments or asks because I have THOUGHTS. Anyway, Yoongi is BACK babies! I'm so happy.
[Dates are relevant and times are mostly accurate (but ignore the time at the top bc I can't change it >.<)]
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Pairings: Dolphintrainer!Taehyung x SharkDiver!Jin, Mer!Jimin x Reader, Scientist!Namjoon x MerKing!Jungkook, Mer!Yoongi x Mer!Hoseok.
Genre: Mystery, Romance, Comedy, Drama, Fantasy, little bit of Action, Slice of life, Enemies2Lovers, Friends2lovers, Social media au, Fake Texts, Fake Subs.
Summary: Taehyung and his best friend Y/N are Dolphin trainers at Wash Out; Marine Wildlife and Theme Park. When the nerdy marine biologist and resident veterinarian Doctor Kim Namjoon goes missing; the two friends form a ragtag team with Taehyung’s rival Seokjin and a…. Fish?
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Taehyung finished up his work and headed to the shark tanks to speak with Seokjin. What he didn’t expect was him to step out of the locker room, his dry clothes sticking to his body and hair still dripping like he hadn’t tried to dry himself at all.
Taehyung went to wave weakly and was barged by a damp shoulder. The loss of Namjoon was truly taking a toll on Seokjin and the poor guy needed a break from work to actually grieve for his friend. He was bottling everything up and it wasn’t healthy.
Pushing on Taehyung thought perhaps it would be a good idea to check up on you and the fish-man. He wanted to make sure you were okay and not doing anything that could get you killed.
Taehyung arrived and waved at you and you waved back, he noticed the young merman look at his hand and shake it to himself. Taehyung waved to him with a soft smile and watched his hand lower to a fist and he swam away.
“Are you making fun of my new friend?” You square your shoulders, even though you weren’t as tall as Taehyung you were ready to fight to protect this new friendship. He found it admirable, you had always been like this. Any creatures who couldn’t speak for themselves always had you protecting them.
“How are things going with ol’ fish tail?” Taehyung laughed as he got closer leaning over you and watching the merman circle the tank craning his neck to keep you in his sights. He seemed to be monitoring the interactions between the two of you.
“Don’t call him that, it’s not his name!” You scolded, slapping his arm and the two of you were jokingly slapping each other and the merman swam closer looking down imposingly at Taehyung.
“He likes you, all the animals do, what is your secret?” Taehyung accused, poking you once more and sitting on your desk swinging his legs. “Has he tried anything?”
“Taehyung, get out and go home.” You pushed him off the table and he stumbled aside. “Oh but if you can swing by my house and grab me some clothes and things that would be lovely. I will give you my key and send you a list via text.”
“Get to bed early, don't let that fish keep you awake, with that six pack of his.” Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows at his suggestive comment and you frowned.
“I am more worried about Dolly going into labour at any minute and having to figure everything out by myself. I tried reading over Namjoon’s work, with him not here…” Your voice trailed off.
After consoling you and assuring you were the best choice after Namjoon and that he checked his watch. “I have to hurry if I am taking the bus.”
The bus arrived at your house after twenty minutes. Taehyung had been to your apartment multiple times. So it wasn’t a shock to him that you had almost no furniture. You were a minimalist. Preferring clean and clutter free. You had appliances sure, but no sofa, only bean bags, a small table with only two chairs. To any newcomers it looked almost like the place had been robbed or was frequented by squatters.
He packed a bunch of your swimsuits, giggling when he grabbed the more alluring styles. You would definitely win the fish over in these. He made sure to conveniently forget shirts and pack only the shortest of shorts. He wanted you to have more confidence in your body.
Packing your bag with a few random items, your favourite sketchbook, pencils and snacks, Taehyung headed back to the amusement park. He walked past the security guard smiling and commenting about the long evening ahead.
He weaved past park cleaners and more security on patrol and arrived at the old marine clinic warehouse and saw you dancing to some music while making some ramen. He placed the bag down and smiled, waving at the merman, placing the keys down on the desk silently before sneaking up on you.
It seemed like the fish didn’t like this. He was banging his fists on the glass which didn’t get your attention. Taehyung was able to poke your sides with a loud ‘Boo!’. You shrieked eyes filled with fear searching the surroundings for any sign of a threat. Until they landed on Taehyung where they narrowed and a pair of chopsticks collided and bounced off his head.
“What the hell do you think you are doing?” you shouted clutching your heart, Taehyung thought it was funny watching you jump.
“Go shower while your water boils, I know how to cook Ramen.” He gestured to the bag on the table and watched you rush off. Over your shoulder he saw Jimin glaring directly at him but softening his expression when you gave him a hand sign of five fingers. He gave back a thumbs up awkwardly watching you until your figure was no longer in sight.
Taehyung spoke to you through the shower roof vent, “This fish really likes you, you should try getting in the tank again. He hasn’t stopped glaring at me since you left.”
“He isn’t glaring he just has a strong gaze” You defended, “I heard Seokjin called the office and asked for some time off, you should go check on him, he seems to be bottling up his emotions over the loss of Namjoon.”
“Yeah he doesn’t look like he is doing well.” Taehyung breathed, nodding, “I will give him the Taehyung break up special.”
“Yeah but he doesn’t like chocolate but he loves chocolate flavoured things or and he loves strawberries but doesn’t like strawberry flavoured things.” You shouted making Taehyung halt in his steps, your house keys jingling in his hand. “What he told us at the company dinner,”
Taehyung looked thoughtful for a moment and nodded, rushing off to catch the last bus. It took longer to cross the town but soon enough he had arrived at the door of Seokjin’s home. Hands full of bags, snacks and a soft plushy. The only one left in the convenience store was a Alpaca wearing a red bandana around its neck.
He took a deep breath and raised his fist to knock.
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