#dad suga

[chimivx]

public occurrences. // myg.

pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Female!Reader

summary: It's been almost a year since Vegas. As one would expect, life hasn't gotten any easier. If anything it's gotten even more chaotic. The world knows who you are now... There aren't anymore secrets to hide.

words: 6k

warnings: SLIGHT SPOILERS IN THE WARNINGS. use of cuss words, they talk of anxiety, some mental health situations, talks about a miscarriage, talks about Jin and other members leaving. other than that- not much else. If I missed anything PLEASE let me know.

a/n: CAN'T BELIEVE ANOTHER VEGAS IS HERE. Enjoy my loves. Thank you for all the love and support always. <3 It's just a short little drabble of one specific moment of time, but I thought it was pretty important.

~ the end of february 2023 ~

A dull pain begins to erupt where you’ve had your jaw clenched for the last twenty minutes. A soreness in your jaw you’re not quite sure will ever be able to go away. For the past few months it’s found itself in this compromised position.

Your entire body is made of steel, your joints creaking as you attempt to pull yourself together amidst the panic ensuing within your nervous system. Limbs heavy to the point you aren’t sure whether or not you’ll be able to exit the vehicle.

Breathe in, breathe out. The words repeat.

Breath in, breathe out. It made you want to sing Hobi’s song. Inhale, inhale, exhale, exhaaale. But there was no time for fun. Not when you were about to walk outside in front of cameras for the first time in eight years.

The morning was spent in a blur, the attempts to perfect your hair and makeup happening at an hour too early, much like how you rolled out of bed. An hour too early. You were awake before your daughter even had the chance to stir.

Anxiety had been simmering beneath your skin for weeks. You could barely eat, the nausea would rip through you violently. Again, for the past few months that’s how life has been, nausea, anxiety, melancholy thoughts and dreams, however this event seemed to be adding twice as much. These past few days you’ve probably accumulated a total of nine hours of sleep. You had more shuteye the week after your daughter's birth.

There seemed to be a butterfly effect from the events in Vegas. The incident that caused countless meetings and endless discussions because the company just couldn’t handle anymore media control or protection. You should never have trusted that girl.

BigHit took their time, the company drug out the announcement as long as they could so it would surpass Jin’s deployment and your goddamn wedding. Now, with it being the end of February, Yoongi’s been traveling absolutely everywhere for basketball games, photoshoots, and he’s announced a tour… It was about to happen. For the very first time in eight years you were officially about to be on camera, branded by flashes, posted online permanently, forever going to be seen and known as Min Yoongi’s wife.

Next to you, Yoongi grips your knee tight, in hopes to settle your worries. Glancing down to his knobby hand you sigh and suck in a deep breath.

“We’ll be fine,” he said softly. Meeting his comforting gaze, you attempt to smile, one that makes him laugh. “I promise. Remember everything we talked about?”

You do. Of course you do. It’s been playing on repeat for one hundred and sixty eight hours. 

That’s how many hours are in a week. You had to google that.

When this entire plan was set in place you requested a play by play, a step by step tutorial- a rehearsal even! You were walking out into the public eye with your child for the first time. People knew who you were now. 

There were going to be cameras, and fans, and paparazzi, and loud noises, and people rushing you, and standards to follow. It was all too much, it all seemed to be entirely too much. You were going to have a toddler on your hip, one who could barely stand to be in a room full of people her father worked with let alone god knows how many strangers at an airport.

“What happens first?” Yoongi asked, reaching for one of your hands to tangle his fingers with yours. He could feel your panic. “Tell me the first thing we’re going to do.”

Gulping, you respond, “Park.” Looking up at his short hair that you’re livid with- his long hair was dreamy, and sexy, and you could pull it- you receive another laugh. He hadn’t expected you to be so literal.

“Good, we’ll park,” he praised. “And then what?” Tipping his chin down his eyes widened a bit, becoming all the more endearing.

“Then, Branson and his team get out,” you said, feeling a bit better looking into his eyes. Yoongi gives you a soft smile, dragging his thumb over the back of your hand.

“Has Branson ever let you down?”

“Never,” you whispered. Almost nine incident free years with the man, after Yoongi, you depended on. 

Your husband leans in to press a kiss to your forehead. “Exactly,” he said. “What happens next?”

Going through the last three simple steps, everything seemed ready to go to plan. Once Branson was ready, you were going to take your daughter out of her carseat, exit the car, and follow the men inside. You would be the one to carry your daughter, just in case. People were unpredictable in these situations, and Yoongi agreed that if something were to happen to him here, you should be the one to carry her inside. As much as that little comment terrified you to hear him say, he was right.

Simple as pie. You hoped.

In a perfect world that’s how it would happen, and you want nothing more than for this to go smoothly.

People knew your name. Everyone has found out that it’s been years. The company was prepared for mass destruction, and so were you and Yoongi. A first public appearance, this is where it would all go to shit. There isn’t much chaos people can fully ensue over the internet.

As for your friends, the two of you personally asked them to stay out of it and at the drop of a hat they agreed. The five boys and Sunny shook on it. No one would say a word publicly, no one would do any interviews, no tweets, no Instagram posts, no stories pushed, no Weverse comments. Silence. Radio silence.

Jin has most definitely heard what has happened, and the next time you and Yoongi get to see him, there will be tea to spill. Your heart aches whenever you think about him, especially for Yoongi. He’s had to go through this madness and so much more without his best friend.

The week after he left was complete and utter hell for your family. And not just because of Jin.

Pushing aside all thoughts of having to redo the motions with Hobi very soon, you come to realize that steps one and two of the plan have already commenced.

The black SUV was parked in front of the airport, and Branson and his team were setting themselves up. Through the dark tinted windows there are crowds upon crowds of people, masses of them so large one would think the entire band was here. It reminded you of a concert, they were all waiting in groups with their phones out, pointing them at the vehicles that you and your team were in.

Slapping your hand on top of Yoongi's, you grip it tight, digging your nails into his palm. He places his other right on top of yours.

“I can’t do it,” you mumbled, whipping your head to shoot him a terrified look.

Yoongi smiles, though your fear threatens to crack him. If this wasn’t ordered by the company he’d whisk you away to safety, getting inside the airport without a soul knowing. He’s broken these rules before, going against what his company wants for your sake, it’s been eight years of you coming first, you topping all things that have to do with his job. 

Now that the gig was up, now that people knew who you were and knew that it’s been forever, he feels as though he owes it to his fans to do a three minute appearance. As much as he was deeply in love with you, he loved his fans almost as much. He wanted to show you off, he wanted the world to see who’s been keeping him sane all this time, who’s been the source of his happiness for years.

“Yanno, the last time you told me that you seemed to handle everything just fine,” he said, glancing at your sleeping daughter beside you. Blowing a gust of air through your lips, you roll your eyes.

“I didn’t have to do any work, D, they cut her out of me,” you grilled back, narrowing your eyes. “I can’t-” your words are cut off by a sudden short breath. “I feel like I can’t breathe,” escapes you in a whisper. 

Branson taps his fist on the window a couple of times gently, signaling that he was ready for the three of you to come out. The murmurs from the crowds can be heard, leaking through the cracks in the doors, swarming around you constricting your chest.

Yoongi slips an arm around your back, holding you against him tight. Burying your face into his chest, he rests his chin on top of your head and takes a deep breath. You can feel his beating heart steady between his lungs. This was just another day for him. He’s had ten years to grow used to this.

“I was afraid this was going to happen,” he said softly. Peeking up at him, you frown.

“What?” you question, lowering your brows. He nods a couple of times, giving you a small smile.

“I was afraid this was going to happen, because I knew this was going to happen,” he said.

“Me freaking out, right?” you sighed, your tone completely breathless. A soft hum leaves his chest as he ponders what you’ve said, then he shakes his head. “What?” you question again with more vigor.

“Well,” he huffs a gentle laugh, “I figured something along the lines of that would happen, but only ‘cause of her,” he nods to your daughter, “Not because you’re scared of going out there. You’re only worried for her. If it were seven years ago you think you’d feel this way?”

Shaking your head to answer him, the electricity coursing through your veins seems to subside.

“Exactly,” he smirked. “Before her you were dancing in the streets before my shows, you were talking to people, my fans! You were prancing around stadiums and concerts like it was nothing.”

“I loved doing that,” you smiled. 

“Fuck yeah, you loved doing that,” he said, giving you the smallest shake. “And, you know what? It’s not just you going out there as my wife, right? They know what you’ve done for us, they know what you’ve made for us.”

Your smile starts to grow. He was right. The fans, the people, they loved your work. The music videos, the art, the TinyTan, the creative concepts, the photoshoots, all of it. They finally knew that it was you. The ghost creator had been unveiled.

“You probably have fans of your own,” Yoongi said matter of factly. “I guarantee you all these people are here for you, not me.” Frowning humorously, you make him laugh.

“Doubt that,” you said flatly.

“Alright, half and half,” he winked, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “We can do this, you can do this. We’re doing it together, like we do everything. We’ll get through this together. We always do. Just think, next time we see Jin we have to tell him all about this, he’ll never believe it.” 

Averting your eyes from his, your mind is suffocated by the many, many things you’re going to have to tell Jin when you’re with him again, which you’re hoping is soon. So much has happened, so much has changed, and it’d only been about three months.

“Yeah,” you whispered, flickering your eyes up to Yoongi who’s flashing you a curious look. “He probably still thinks I’m pregnant.”

A flash of discomfort wrecks his expression for all of two seconds as he glances away from you with a breath. Swallowing hard, he relaxes his face and looks back at you, his lips pressed together tight.

“He, uh,” he began in a whisper, “He... knows.” Before you have a chance to say anything, the subtle shock on your face telling him plenty, he cuts you off. “I’m sorry, baby. I had to tell him, it’s Jin, that’s my best friend, he’s the only one I could even say the words to.”

Sitting up a bit, you reach a hand up to cup his cheek, dragging your thumb over his smooth skin. “D, it’s okay,” you reassured him, bobbing your head. His lips form a pout, one that gets you to giggle. “I promise, it’s okay.”

There’s a moment of quiet between the two of you, feelings swirling around the empty air as you both choose what to do or say next. Yoongi leans into you, kissing your forehead once more before placing his own there.

“You’re so incredible,” he said, watching you flutter your eyes shut. “The strongest woman I know, the most talented woman I know. On top of having such a beautiful, creative mind, you’re a fucking fantastic mother.” Yoongi pauses, taking a deep breath, as do you. “He was lucky to have you for as long as he did.”

A lump lodges in your throat. Scrunching your face, you shake your head, rubbing your forehead to his.

“Don’t make me cry,” you said, voice wavering with uncertainty. 

“Cry?” a tiny voice speaks up from your right, a yawn of the same intensity coming out of her straight after. Popping your eyes open you share a small smile with your husband, and just as you’re about to turn to your little one, Yoongi slips a hand beneath your chin, holding you in place.

“Hey,” his voice is soothing. “I love you.” Your heart flutters.

“I love you, too,” you whispered, accepting the quick kiss he gives you.

Turning to the carseat that has secured a permanent spot in this car, you smile at your daughter who has her head turned toward you and her father. Her sleepy eyes entice a happy hum from you.

“You were supposed to sleep through this,” you said sarcastically sweet. Yoongi chuckles, unbuckling from his seat. The clang of the metal on the door makes your heart skip a beat.

“No,” your daughter said. “No sleep. All done.” Her voice is tiny, and slightly broken, and not hitting all of the right sounds, but her speech has only been improving. The two of you speak to her like she’s a human being, saving the baby voices for when she’s feeling silly, which can attest to her strong vocabulary and understanding of conversation.

You’re beginning to think she is a genius like her father.

“Mama, up,” she cooed, reaching out her arms that were finally starting to get a little chubby. Her cheeks had caught up to her as well, they were finally perfectly pinchable.

Freeing her from the car seats restraints, your daughter aids you in her escape, launching herself forward and up into your arms with a shout.

“Oh!” she giggles once her arms are around your neck and her face is buried in your hair. 

“Oh!” you and Yoongi copy her, to which she responds with another shout.

Her attentive eyes point out the window when she sits herself up, tapping on your shoulder a couple of times with her palm. Lifting a hand, she tries to point at the crowds of people.

“Where?” she asked curiously, looking to either of her parents for an answer. Her voice turned you into a complete puddle, the sound coming out as ‘Wheh?’, the middle syllable is even more pronounced when she questions the two of you again.

Yoongi brings a hand to her forehead, brushing away a few dark hairs that fell into her eyes. The girl hated bows, you stopped trying.

 “We’re at the airport,” he told her, and she listened with all of her might. “We’re going on a plane, isn’t that fun? You like flying.” Her eyes blink a few times, taking her time to process the words. 

Sighing aloud, dramatically of course, she glances out the window and mumbles a jumble of sounds. Following her gaze, you gulp. 

Eager eyes of bystanders attempted to shatter the glass of the tinted windows.

“Mama,” your daughter said, looking at you. “Go, Mama,” she bounced once. “Go,” she bounced twice. You knew the moment you stepped out into the noise and the flashing lights that she would have a meltdown, but you admired her desire to get out of the car. Yoongi was right, she loved flying, it was her second favorite thing right now. Securely at number one was Jungkook, for a year and seven months. That spot was unattainable for anyone else.

“Shall we?” Yoongi offered, watching you fiercely, letting you take the lead. He waited patiently for your answer, heaving a sigh of relief when you finally gave him a tentative nod of your head.

“Dada, go,” your daughter babbled. “Mama, go. Dada, go. Mama, go.”

Sharing a laugh with Yoongi, you take a long deep breath and tighten your grip around her back, holding her in front of your chest. Smiling at you, your baby touched a hand to your cheek.

“I love you,” you whispered to her. She leans her head toward you and puts her nose on yours.

“Ah-luh-oo,” she tried her best to repeat. Stealing a kiss from her, you let Yoongi press a thousand to her cheek to make her giggle, and then it’s time.

Everything seems to move in slow motion, your vision tunneling as your husband opens the car door. Pulling a mask over his face, he sends you a reassuring wink before he rounds the vehicle.

Screams erupt from every corner of the space, and shouting from the team can already be heard. Strict shouting, like things were getting crazy already. Your daughter’s eyes are wide as she looks out the windows and up at you. Her curiosity has been swapped for a little bit of fear. 

You couldn’t let her see you panic.

Sliding off of the leather seat and onto the concrete of the airport lot, you pull a mask over your own face and instantly slip a hand to the back of your baby's head. Her legs were wrapped around your torso, and the moment you stepped outside her arms clung around your neck for safety. You already had a suspicion that you weren’t going to have to actively try to hide her face, she would want to do that herself.

Your bags were already taken care of, there wasn’t anything else you needed to grab from the car other than your child and yourself. Everything else would be taken care of for you.

With another deep, dramatic breath, you hold your daughter close, allowing her to bury her face into your neck, and you circle the car like Yoongi had. Upon rounding the back, cameras that were already flashing began to flash faster, quicker. Wide eyed and stunned by the greeting of screams, you barely have time to process anything before Branson grabs your arm. 

It’s a gentle tug, one to help keep you on track. He pulls you close to him, staying one step ahead of you as you wait for a couple of seconds in front of the car. Glancing amongst the crowd, it’s mainly full of paparazzi and probably some journalists. Behind the tall men and their cameras you can see the fans, the ones holding up their phones and jumping up and down trying to catch a glimpse at the commotion.

Airport security guards held some people back, though no one seemed to be trying to push through excessively, which was your main fear. 

“Another minute here,” Branson said to you, leaning into your ear. “They need photos, then we go.” Nodding, you peek down at your girl who was content clinging to her mother and hiding from the chaos. A sound of admiration rips through the crowd as you stroke her back, one that surprises you.

Up ahead, close to the doors, Yoongi was walking backward slowly, watching you. His fans twisted their heads side to side, from him, to you, and back again. To spice things up a bit, he gives you a wave, and everyone goes nuts.

You can’t help but laugh at him, eyes crinkling at the sides. For some reason you had thought he’d treat you differently when you were outside, but aside from following the rules, he was still your husband. He points to the baby on your chest and questions you with a thumbs up. Another giant ‘Awh!’ rolls through the chattering crowd.

Sending a thumbs up back, the fans laugh, and cheer. Then, your heart plummets to your stomach.

From somewhere within the crowd your name is shouted. And then again. Before you knew it, the entire crowd wanted your attention. Overwhelmed, feeling utterly insane, your eyes well up with tears. You're unable to make out anything else they’re saying though, there were too many people talking at once, and to you, that was a good thing.

God forbid anybody had anything bad to say. You’ve heard it before, but you don’t need to live it in real time.

“Holy shit,” you mumbled. Branson leans into you again, questioning what you’ve said. Turning to him, you smile and repeat, “Holy shit!” 

“You’re okay?” he asked, gently putting a hand over your shoulder blade. 

“I- I think so?” you said to him, raising your voice over the crowd that was only getting louder. Glancing down to your daughter who’s little fists were attempting to rip holes in your sweater, you send a look to Yoongi, and he stops walking all together. Bundled up in the safety of her mothers arms wasn’t enough for the baby, she needed to be out of this situation immediately. “Branson we have to go.”

“I don’t have the signal yet, we need Yoongi inside before we move forward,” he said. Frowning, you knew the man was just doing his job, but a cry from your daughter flipped a switch within you.

“We need to go,” you insisted, shooting him a glare. Cradling the back of her head, you press your masked lips to her hair and take a deep breath, hoping she’d feel as much of your love as possible. 

“Go! Get him inside,” Branson spoke into the tiny walkie he carried on his chest, gesturing toward the door with persistence. 

The crowd, now roaring, and growing larger, began to push. The barriers that were blocked by guards were spilling over the edge.

Branson placed a hand to the top of your shoulder and held onto you tight. Grabbing the little speaker, he spoke clearer. “We need to move forward, and we cannot do that if you cannot get him indoors.”

Up ahead your husband was watching you with a heated gaze. His attention didn’t deter from you once. His heart twisted when you cradled your daughter, when he saw Branson begin to get defensive. The hand that was placed protectively on your shoulder could make him scream, and the team behind him, calling after him to get him to step inside the airport made his thoughts fuzzy.

What the hell was he doing? Why would he ever allow the two of you, the most important people in his life, why would he allow you to do it alone? This was the very first time you’ve done this, and he’s realized now that he’s made the biggest mistake.

Forgetting everything he was told, everything he’s learned, Yoongi bounds toward you, using the fast paced walk that his fans clown him for. They absolutely lose their minds, the people around you. 

Wide eyed and shocked, you’d never think he’d break the rules on this one, you sigh in relief when he reaches your side. An arm wraps around your shoulder, Yoongi closing you in front of his chest.

“What are you doing?” you asked, giving your head a small shake.

Your husband smiles, reaching up to pull his mask off of his face, removing yours as well.

“Not letting you do it alone,” he said to you, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. As you could’ve guessed, the collective lost their minds. 

“You’re gonna get in trouble,” you smiled up at him, laughing as he dramatically rolled his eyes.

“You two are always worth it,” he said. “Now, c’mon,” he stepped aside to hold you behind your back, keeping you tucked beneath his arm. Using his other hand he rubbed the baby’s back and gave her cheek a quick kiss, happy to find that once he joined you two she had calmed down. “Let’s go see Kookie.”

Her head shot right up with enormous dark eyes full of stars. “Koo-hee?!”

“Koo-hee!” Both you and Yoongi copy her tiny voice, making her giggle with the silly smiles you flash at her.

The world around you seemed to melt away the second you were in your husband's arms, like all of a sudden you had the strength to handle anything the world would have thrown at you. His grip around your body as he walked with you into the airport was enough to silence the crowd, and power your legs to get through the doors without an incident.

A mere twenty minutes later, the three of you were seated on the plane, your daughter snoozing soundly on her fathers chest while you scrolled through your phone, curious to see what the internet has had to say of your appearance already. Resting his head on your shoulder, Yoongi followed along, making a sweet comment at every single photo of you.

“Oh, that one is the best,” he said quietly, your Twitter scroll stopping on a picture of the three of you before you walked off. The big, genuine, happy smiles you and Yoongi wore were priceless as you grinned at your baby girl, one whose face didn’t make it into any photos- thank the good Lord that somebody believes in. “You should post that one.”

Giving him a sideways glance, you huff a gentle laugh. “To my Instagram? It’s just gone public, you want me to blow it up even more?”

Yoongi tips his chin up, flashing you pouty puppy dog eyes. “I just want them all to know you’re mine. Both of you. I want everyone to know I’m yours, and I always have been.” You gave his forehead a kiss.

“Okay,” you nodded, “I’ll post it. Her face isn’t in any of these, so I can post as many as I want.”

Settling comfortably on your shoulder once again, Yoongi gave you caption advice for the post- an emoji that seemingly had nothing to do with the photo… But, you used it anyway. The angel emoji, with a halo and little wings.

“That one’s perfect,” he whispered, tapping on it for you.

“If you say so,” you smiled. Yoongi sat up a bit, carefully to not disturb his sleeping daughter. “You always pick the random ones.”

“Every single one I use means something,” Yoongi gazed at you fiercely. “That little guy,” he pointed to the angel, “That makes four of us.”

Your lips parted in surprise, unsure of what to say. That week in December devastated you both. Your stomach flips while you watch him study your face. The whirlwind life you live hasn’t given either of you proper time to process, or grieve.

“Baby,” he whispered, closing the space between you to touch his forehead to yours. “You don’t have to post it if you don’t want to.”

Sucking in a deep breath, your eyes welling with tears, you furrow your brows. “What did I do wrong,” escaped you in an exasperated gust of air. Yoongi shifted, wrapping an arm around your back. 

“No,” he said, putting on his strong facade. “We don’t do that, we’ve talked about this. You know there wasn’t anything you did wrong. There wasn’t anything I did wrong. You heard the doctor say it, baby, multiple times. You gave him the perfect home, you’re healthy.” Yoongi paused to gauge where you were, praying that you were listening to him.

You respond after a few seconds, bobbing your head. Taking a deep breath, Yoongi swallows down the lump in his throat.

“It just wasn’t his time,” he whispered. “He wasn’t ready.”

“Yeah,” you whispered fast. Yoongi’s thumb found your cheek, wiping away the tears that had fallen.

“And, you remember the last time we were there, they said we could try again whenever we were ready,” he said. The end of last month you had a check-up with your doctor, just to make sure things were back to normal, and that your body was holding up alright. Your second pregnancy was a surprise, much like the first, you and Yoongi haven’t seemed to learn your lesson. However, losing your son before you had even gotten the chance to hold him in your arms put a lot of things into perspective for the two of you.

There were routine check-ups, you were eating better- both of you! This second child was something that you and your husband both wanted, and though each of your emotions have been through the wringer… You would be willing to try again when you felt like you could handle it.

“I want to,” you whispered. Yoongi smiled, but you could see his own worries within it. “I know, I feel the same way.”

“Together,” he cuts off the nervousness quickly. “We’ll do it together.”

“Uh, we kinda have to,” you giggled, making him laugh.

“I can’t wait,” he sing-songed through clenched teeth with a grin, stealing a kiss from you. Yoongi backs away from you to check on your sleeping daughter who hasn’t made a peep. He was surprised she had let her eyes shut while she was beside the window, normally she’d be gazing out at the clouds passing by.

Picking your phone up off of your lap, you smile at the angel emoji and click post, letting the notifications flood in like wildfire. This was all brand new. You were allowed to make your Instagram public about a week ago, and since then you’ve reached four million followers, while you used to have forty-six. Silencing the notifications from the app, every photo you’ve ever posted amassed an incredible amount of likes. Your feed was a feast, and the public was hungry. 

Four million followers and counting. The number was only going to get bigger.

Watching the photo gain twenty thousand likes whenever you refreshed the page, you nudged Yoongi’s shoulder to show him what was happening, and when he turned his head to look, an unknown number you’ve never seen before popped onto your screen, calling you.

“What the…” you mumbled, narrowing your eyes.

Yoongi snatched the phone from your hand and quickly snapped a photo of the screen with his own, then he silenced yours and went into it, blocking the number who tried to reach you. He called Branson over and showed him the photo, letting the head of security take his phone with him.

“Trace this, or, do something. Tell me who's number this is,” his voice is stern, on alert.

“I’m sure it’s nothing,” you said, laying your head down on his shoulder. “People get scam calls all the time.”

“Not us,” he said, tone flat.

Not even ten minutes passed before Branson came back, kneeling on the row of chairs in front of your family. He placed his elbows on the head rests and took a deep breath, darting his eyes back and forth from Yoongi to yours.

“Well?” Yoongi asked. Branson handed him his phone and frowned.

“Uh,” he stumbled over a few words, unsure of how to say what he needed to say. “We, um… The phone number belongs to your mother.” His voice is hushed, quiet, like he was afraid to tell you, when in actuality he was afraid to tell Yoongi. Touchy subject. Especially now.

There had been a restraining order set in place since the day after your daughter's first birthday. Yoongi held the meetings and took care of everything, all you had to do was sign. 

Neither one of your parents were allowed to contact you, speak to you or your daughter, or try to see you in person. They were not allowed to mail anything to you, send anyone to see you in place of themselves, nor were they allowed to be in touch with anyone close to you. Sunny included. You had to make a list.

Expecting him to jump out of his seat, you stretch a hand over his lap and grab his other hand, the one on your daughter's back. Sitting up, you turn toward him ever so slightly to catch a glimpse of his expression. It had not faltered. He was stone faced, and you were sick to your stomach.

“Sue her,” he said. Turning to you, he sighed. “We’re changing your number again.”

“D, come on, it’s not like-”

“I don’t care,” he said, peering down to admire his daughter. “She clearly hasn’t gotten the message that you don’t want anything to do with her.” He pointed his focus back to Branson. “Fight it. Do what you can.”

“Got it,” the guard said, and whisked himself away.

It’s quiet for a moment before Yoongi said, “Why are you defending her?”

“I’m not defending her,” you said, and he raised a brow, giving you a funny look. “It’s just… Super annoying to give everyone a new phone number for the third time.” Both your lips turn up into a smile. “Sue the bitch, I don’t care, D.” Yoongi laughs. “Just don’t make me change my number again, I beg of you.”

“Alright,” he said. “No new number. BUT!” His raised volume made your daughter stir. “One more thing happens, you’re changing it.” The little one lifted her head, blinking a few times before she grinned at her father.

“Fine,” you whispered, not that he was paying attention anymore anyway. Your daughter took his full focus, and all of his kisses. 

It seemed silly to just now realize that today was something of a confirmation of the last eight years. Living your life, being a secret to millions of others, while you and the people you cared most about knew, was nice, and secure, and peaceful. But, now… Now that everyone knew, the peace grew. It swallowed you whole, engulfing you and your family with stability and ease.

No more accidental reveals. No more false stories. No more rumors the company had to shut down. No more hiding.

You were absolutely free, and for now, that was everything.

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[sailoryooons]

Happy August Agust! For the fic request, how about some Yoongi fluff - Fae warrior Yoongi, while out on patrol, finds a human baby alone in the woods

❀ Pairing: Fae!Yoongi (ft. other members)

❀ Summary: Yoongi finds a human child in the most unlikely of places and discovers that perhaps he isn’t the most terrible father figure afterall. 

❀ Word Count: 1,754

❀ Genre: Fantasy, found family, fluff

❀ Rating: SFW 

❀ Warnings: Abandoned child in the woods, a little bit of tough love, Dad Yoongi who is like I’m Not Dad, vague world building, Yoongi teasing his kiddo, unedited!!!! 

❀ Published: August 4, 2023

❀ A/N: Okay this is my first attempt at kid fic and I tried to keep it short and sweet. I really wanted to add the members in like one giant family and like all these uncle vibes and influences and GOSH I think this turned out very cute! Thank you SO much for requesting, I adore you and you always brighten my day with your thoughts and comments!! This is unedited!

❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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Crickets sing their nighttime hymn as Yoongi rides along the road. The moon is a full, silver coin in the sky, painting the world in pale gray light. The evergreens on either side of the road glow blue in the light, their shadows long and stretching in haunting shapes. 

Yoongi does not fear the woods, no matter how dark the spaces between the boughs. He’s patrolled this route hundreds of times and he’ll do it a hundred more. Each night, he rides along the southern border, keeping close to the tree line that separates the fae and human territories. 

For the most part, Yoongi’s nights are boring. He watches packs of direwolves move through the trees and goblins chitter as they run through the bushes. Sometimes, he spots a redcap heading toward the human territory before seeing him and fleeing back into the fae country. 

Rare are the times he sees humans. The humans don’t dare to cross the southern forest that splits the continent in half. Though some villages and cities deep in the human lands no longer believe in the fae, the northerners near the border know that the fae are real and just beyond the trees. 

The time of war against the humans has long passed, but the memory of the fae is enough to haunt human tales and superstition over campfire. 

A soft cry catches Yoongi’s attention. He sits a little straighter in his saddle, tilting his head toward the forest that stretches between the two countries. The back of his neck tingles and just when he thinks it’s nothing more than a distant echo on the when, he hears the distinct sound of crying.

Spurring his horse into a fast-walk, he heads into the tree, following the sound. It sounds distinctly like the cries of a child, worry forming like a pit in the bottom of his stomach. 

It only takes a moment to find a bundle of blankets at the foot of a tree. Sliding from his horse, Yoongi feels his heart thundering in his chest, anxiety setting in as he slowly approaches the bundle. Instinct tells him he’s going to find exactly what he expects. Dread sets in when he looms over the bundle and peers down at the round, tiny face of a crying baby. 

A mess of dark hair sits atop the child's head. It’s swaddled tightly in wool blankets, but the bundle rocks as the baby has a fit. Yoongi crouches down slowly and reaches out gently, swiping the silk-soft hair from the side of the baby’s head. He swears under his breath when he sees small, rounded ears. It is the tiniest of babes, the runt of the litter.

Minutes pass. Yoongi stares down at the child that now cries in earnest, its wails sharp and punctuated with gasps from its mighty little lungs. Looking around, he sees no sign of parents. No footsteps, no horse tracks, nothing. 

A few yards away, Yoongi spots a circular ring of mushrooms and he tightens his fists. He could have spotted the faerie ring right away, but the babe was set down away from it, out of sight. Yoongi knows he’ll have to alert Namjoon immediately that someone has swapped a child with a changeling.

With a heavy heart, Yoongi reaches out and plucks the child from the ground. He bends down slightly and inhales, smelling lilac and milk. He realizes that the baby is a little girl, with plump cheeks. She opens her eyes and looks at him, their dark depths shining with the reflection of the moon.

Yoongi has no idea what to do with the child. But knowing he can’t leave her on the ground to die, he sighs and cradles her to his chest. Immediately, her cries stop. Her heartbeat thrums against his chest as he turns to his horse, careful as he mounts with the child in his arms.

“You’re only staying with me for a night,” he mutters at the babe, who has yet to take her round eyes off him. “You’re going straight to Jin in the morning.”

-

“Nari,” Yoongi sighs heavily, putting his head in his palm. “You have to eat your vegetables. I don’t care if you don’t like them. You can’t be a little runt forever, you have to grow strong.” 

“They smell weird,” she complains, shoving around the greens on her plate. Her wild, black hair is plaited down her back thanks to Jimin’s nimble fingers, and she smells like the lavender and oatmeal soap that Taehyung gifted her. “I don’t want to.”

This is one of the hardest parts of life with Nari, Yoongi things. What turned into housing a babe for a single night transformed into a life that Yoongi doesn’t yet know how to define. 

He remembers that first night. It was awful. The baby had cried all night, screaming with a rage that Yoongi did not know that human children possessed. He’d half-convinced himself by morning that the baby was actually a demon disguised as a human and had every intention of telling Seokjin to take her to a monastery in the human lands.

But then the sun had risen and Yoongi was reminded of a song about the dragonflies and lilies that his father used to sing to him. As the words came back to him, he found himself singing them quietly under his breath and for the first time that night, the baby was silent. Watching him. Curious. 

When Seokjin had finally arrived at the house, Yoongi found himself too enamored by the dark eyes and the blinding smile when he’d sing the baby and bounce, finally unlocking the secret to her silence and joy. 

Now, he doesn’t know how to get her to do anything. Nari is as stubborn as she was when he found her, and now that the five year old has a voice, she can talk back to him. 

“Let’s make a deal,” Yoongi sighs. He doesn’t know where a human picked up such a fae habit, but Nari perks up at the sound of a deal. She does nothing without compromise and is always looking to needle him into a bargain. She’d be a very good trickster, he thinks. “You eat your vegetables every night, and I will let you start training with Jungkook and I in the mornings.”

She narrows her eyes. “And with Uncle Hoseok in archery.”

He rolls his eyes. “And in archery.”

Nari extends her tiny hand over to him. “I, Nari of the Min Household, swear to hold up my end of the bargain by blood and bone.”

“I, Yoongi of the Min household, Sentry of Hala and Shadow of the King, swear to hold up my end of the bargain by blood and bone.”

Leaning over the table, Yoongi shakes her hand. It feels so small and fragile in his, but she grips him tight, squeezing her little fingers as much as she can. When she lets go, she gives a self-satisfied smirk and stabs a piece of broccoli and pops it into her mouth.

“I actually like when you use more salt,” she says around a mouthful. “These are fine, though.”

Only until her happy humming as she eats does Yoongi realize he’s been played.” 

-

“Stop crossing your feet,” Yoongi calls, crossing his arms over his chest. He watches you with laser-like focus, tracking your movements as your right foot circles behind your left. “You’ll get knocked on your ass if you keep doing that. Side-step, but keep your center of gravity wide, Nari.”

“I’ll knock you on your ass,” she mutters, correctly her foot work before bending at the knee and taking her stance again. Jungkook is across from her, wooden sword held up, grin on his face. “Jimin crosses his feet.”

“Jimin is the best swordsman in the kingdom. You are a little runt who can’t disarm Jungkook.”

To anyone else, it might seem mean. Perhaps it is. Yoongi doesn’t know how else to motivate her. Like Jungkook, Nari is a perfectionist with a vicious pride, driven by the need to do everything with the perfect execution. Like Taehyung, though, she is stubborn and hot headed. 

Jungkook leaps forward and the connecting thwack of wood against wood rings out again. The two of them fill the small clearing behind Yoongi’s cottage with clacking. Yoongi keeps his eyes trained on them, ignoring Namjoon and Seokjin who come piling out the house with Hoseok and Jimin behind them. 

Nari doesn’t break her concentration despite her audience. If anything, being under the full weight of her little family makes her swing at Jungkook harder. Yoongi sees the way her movements blend together, keeping a rhythm and flow of motion but no discernable pattern. 

When Nari spins under Jungkook’s wooden blade and uses her small size to her advantage to keep spinning and get to the side of him, bringing her wooden weapon down on his wrist and making him yelp and drop his sword, Yoongi straightens. 

While Jungkook yells about his injured wrist, Nari grins and looks over at the group of men gathered on the steps. Yoongi ignores them all as they cheer, shooting compliments at the beaming child and applauding her for disarming Jungkook.

Taehyung comes in through the gate, brows raised. “What are we cheering for?”

“I disarmed Uncle Jungkook!” 

“Did you? Do it again, I want to see!”

“No way,” Jungkook cries out. “She’s got a demon swing for a twelve year old. That shit hurts!”

“Jungkook,” Yoongi warns, making the younger blush and bow his head. “Language, please.”

“Yeah,” Nari teases as she picks up his dropped weapon and hands it to him. “Language.” 

Jungkook takes the weapon back from her with a scowl and she beams, flashing him perfect rows of teeth as she bows. Yoongi chuckles as Jungkook mutters under his breath, bowing in return before Nari turns and scampers over to Yoongi, her face red with effort and brow sweaty. 

“Did you see that, dad?” she gushes. “I disarmed Jungkook!”

Yoongi’s heart seizes at the word. It’s used so rarely between them. Something unavoidable, perhaps. For so long he had her call him Yoongi until she was finally corrupted by Namjoon and Seokjin to call them by family names. Dad. Uncle. Her family.

“Yeah,” Yoongi hums, opening his arm up as she plops down on his knee, tired. “It was very impressive. He deserved the smack on the wrist, well done.” 

“Aren’t you proud?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi smiles. “I am, Runt.” 

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[fruitmins]

Agust Dad—Prologue

➭ summary: Your a producer from another company that he happened to be collaborating with on his 2nd album D-2. At the release party— one drunk action leads to another, you do the worst thing you can do in the industry and change your fate forever.

➭genre: short series, pregnancy au, idol au, angst, dad au

➭warnings: smut that includes unprotected s*x (don’t do that), cuss words, mention of alcohol and drinking, kinda rough s*x, a little dirty talk

<<next part>>

➭note: yoongi is leaving for the military so let’s make him a dad to patch up my grief☺️ Have to give credit where credit is due; this was inspired by a writer named sopebubbles. And ik it’s not clear but he is still in BTS. ⚠︎ this is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. yoongi is used solely as a face and a name for the story. this is not a representation of real-life scenarios.

“I think, we should make a toast, to Mr Agust D himself of course.” The head producer said over the chatter in the lobby, noticeably drunk but it just so happened that everyone else was also. Even you.

But that was the point of the pre-release party. It was to celebrate how rich everyone were about to be and that everyone could relax after several hard months.

Even though you were only at the album camp for a week, only working on one song and from a entirety different company, somehow you found yourself at the rented hotel partying like the rest of the producers.

The infamous artist groans in embarrassment and this eggs everyone on further, raising their glasses towards him and applauding. “We are never doing this again.” Yoongi slurs, a little tipsy himself as he chuckles, the alcohol starting to loosen him up a bit.

It wasn’t like Yoongi always had his guard up, at least not around his colleagues anyways. He was just incredibly professional and slightly uptight. The two of you had spoken a handful of times while at the camp, mostly focusing on the song and the two of you worked well together.

You were from a more smaller company and when the two of you first met, he said he looked up some of the other collaborations that you did and was fond of your work. It was incredibly easy working with him and his team. No one could deny that the two of you had chemistry when it came to music. If you had a thought or suggestion Yoongi would practically finish your sentence. And if he wanted to change something you would already be on it.

Most of his other producers were amazed at how fast the two of you were working and how smooth it was going, which was half of the reason they wanted you to attend the party in the first place. The first producer to make the Agust D smile while working on a song instead of being tense.

But despite everything, you two hadn’t spoken much since then, so it was a surprise to you when he had stepped up to you when you alone in the kitchen, getting yourself another drink.

The first bottle of whiskey was already run dry, so you were to busy stumbling as you stood on your tippy toes to reach the other bottle in the cabinet to notice he had walked in the kitchen and was watching you from afar.

You hadn’t realized that he stood only a couple steps away from you, watching and analyzing your every move. His eyes wandering your body and curves as you struggled to reach the desired item. He couldn’t help but stare at your ass that was covered by your tight black skirt and watched as your breasts jiggled the more you stumbled and reached for the drink.

With his own new desire in mind, Yoongi finally advanced towards you. Making his movements slow and menacing, not stopping until he was behind you and his back was almost pressed against you.

Feeling the sudden body heat you spun around, your eyes widening even further when they meet his dark brown ones. You back away slightly, trying to create some distance but move hip first into the counter behind you causing you to wince in pain.

“You should be more careful, Y/N-ah.” He spoke in a soothing low tone, suppressing a small smirk when he saw how flustered you got, your cheeks even more red now and not just from the alcohol.

“Sorry, Min Yoongi-ssi.” You mumble with a nervous chuckle trying to stay professional and not get sucked in by his expensive perfume and deep gaze. It had already been heard enough to ignore his beauty during camp.

He lets out a deep chuckle, cracking a small friendly smile that hides his true intentions. “No need to be so formal Y/N.” He says, tilting his head slightly to take in more of your features.

He had spent almost a full week with you, and of course he noticed how pretty you were but he paid no mind to it. After all, he was focused on his work and he had seen better woman before. But now he had gotten a good full look at you with more of an (hazy) open mind.

“Ah, Y/N-ah don't you know? You shouldn't apologize to me when you're in no wrong. You shouldn't lower yourself to me so much." He said his smile turning more into a smirk.

“And plus, I’d say we have gotten quite close,” he spoke, his voice getting more quiet as he leaned more into you, pinning you between the counter and his body. “Don’t you think?” He asked with a smile smirk, having gotten you right where he wanted you.

“Wow,” You breathed out, glancing around the empty kitchen as if you were imagining everything that was happening. Guiltily, you had already had some inappropriate thoughts about him before thanks to his song lyrics but you knew better not to act on them.

“I guess so...” Your voice trailed out and you think you’re being discreet about finding an exit but Yoongi notices.

He leans more against you body so that by now they are touching. He continues to focus his eyes on you before effortlessly reaching an arm above your head as he grabs the drink for you.

Your eyes light up at the drink, even though it’s clear you don’t really need any more. “Thank you Yoongi-ah~” you slur while reaching for it but he pulls his arm back and takes the bottle out of your reach much to your confusion.

He chuckles with a soft smile at the cute expression, this one being more genuine than the last. “I don’t think you need anymore of this.” He says with a smug smile as he looks down at you. Yoongi moved one of his arms down and placed his hand on your hip that bumped into the counter earlier. The other hand still on the drink. He smirked once again as he moved his face closer to yours. "I wouldn't like for you to get hurt again."

Your throat hitches as you feel his warm hand on your hip, drawing small circles into it as he spoke in a soft tone. You finally see the hint of lust in his eyes that you failed to notice before and your heart thumps.

“You’re right. I think I’ll just go back to the party.” You say with a nervous chuckle, trying to somehow squeeze past him to get to the lobby while still being trapped between him and the counter behind you.

"I wouldn't advise you to go to the party. It's noisy and loud, there'll be too many people." Yoongi subtly brought his other arm with the bottle down and placed it on the counter, blocking all of your exits.

Now knowing where this was going you lean back more into the counter. “I don’t think this is a good idea.” You whisper looking down and away from his face so you’re not tempted to do anything that could possibly put your job in jeopardy.

“Why?” He said in a confident deep tone. “You know company’s have loosened up, and we’re grown adults.” Yoongi said with a soft chuckle as he leans closer to where you could feel his breath on your shoulder, trying to sound as gentle as possible.

“We’re from different companies.” You whisper, breathing getting heavy as the tension in the room starts to get hotter. Three drinks ago you wouldn’t even be considering about this, and maybe he wouldn’t even be either. But here you were.

“That's the best part." Yoongi said in a low voice as he took two fingers to move your chin so you were looking directly at him. He brushed your hair out of your eyes before tucking it behind your ear.

"No one from your company is even here and no one of my company knows you." He states calmly, giving you his signature smile for reassurance but the look of passion in his eyes tells a different story.

Your breathing becomes hitched as the hand on your hip begins to move to caress your side. He takes a swig of the alcohol as if to say ‘fuck it’ before quickly planting a hungry kiss on your exposed neck.

You bite your bottom lip to hold in a gasp as his wet soft lips hit your skin. His grip tightens on your hip as he kisses a trail down your neck "You're so beautiful," he breathes against your skin, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Your mind is hazy from the alcohol and his touch and suddenly all logical thinking begins to dissolve. All you can think about is how touch deprived you’ve been for years. How one of the most richest and famous person alive were telling you how beautiful you were. You can’t remember the last time you’ve let yourself let loose and release some steam.

He leans in close and presses his lips against yours, his tongue moving against them in a slow glide before pulling away. "No one has to know. Except for you and me." He says in a husky voice.

Now that he has you in his grasp, he gently takes your hand in his and leads you both out of the kitchen and upstairs to a one of the many empty hotel rooms that would soon be filled with drunk coworkers.

As soon as you step inside the room, he shuts the door behind him and locks it securely. He moves towards you again, placing a sloppy but firm kiss so you can taste the mix of alcohol on his lips while holding onto your waist tightly.

This time you return the kiss, now with your own hunger. “So pretty..” he praises again when he pulls away to catch his breath.

He starts kissing down your neck, his hand quickly moving to reach down to your blouse and unbutton it. You can feel the heat rising between you two, your breaths become shorter and quicker, your hearts racing in sync as he successfully gets your shirt off and on the ground.

You don’t have time to think as his hands move up to your breasts, feeling their weight and massaging them as he kisses you deeper. As he reaches your cleavage, he begins to undo your bra, letting go of your breasts so he could remove it completely. He holds the kiss as he does so causing your breathing to become faster and heavier at his touch. It was like an addiction, that you couldn’t get enough of.

He steps back, taking in your beautiful breasts for a moment before concluding that you needed all of your clothes off. He moves down and starts kissing all around your neck, chin, and jawline, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses and uses this as an opportunity to push you towards a nearby couch.

He kicks off his shoes as you collapse on the couch and he does the honors of taking off your heels for you as you quickly get off his shirt. He leans forward, and presses another passionate kiss against yours. “I’ve waited months for this..” he mumbles into the kiss, lying right out of his teeth.

His hands start to roam again, this time he takes the waistband of your skirt and pulls it down to your legs. “Let’s make sure you’re nice and wet for me..” he says in a deep husky voice as he slips his hand through your underwear feeling your wet fabric first.

You shiver when his fingers brush against your slit and as soon as he feels how soaked you are, he smiles widely leaning in to kiss you again. “So wet..” he hums before pulling his warm fingers away to pull down your underwear completely.

So having seen and felt enough, Yoongi unbuckles his pants and lets them fall to his knees. You can see the outline of his hard cock tugging at his boxers. He finally removes his boxers and his cock springs out, precum already leaking in anticipation. If being completely sober you would be more embarrassed of the situation, but your mind is to clouded by lust and warmth that you can take in his body completely.

He moves closer towards you once more, pressing himself firmly against you so that you're able to see every inch of him pressed against your stomach. "Mmmh...you like what you see?" he asks softly, as he wraps his hand around his cock.

You nod, a little to quickly as you watch him with pleading eyes. He smirks at your needy gaze, his hips moving into his hand involuntarily as he rubs his hand over your thigh.

Feeling your heat, he leans forward and kisses you, deepening the kiss as he slides his hands up your thighs to your hips. He squeezes them tightly, holding you in place as he slowly rubs himself against your entrance. He places one hand behind your neck while the other holds your hip firmly, gently pushing his cock inside you. You gasp loudly from the sudden pressure, but Yoongi only grins widely as he begins thrusting his hips slowly.

He lets out a grunt as he slowly pushes his painfully hard cock inside you, “So tight.. So wet..” he practically growls at the feeling of your warmth.

Your eyes shut tightly as he continues to slam his cock against your walls as he grips your hip tightly with both hands. “Look at me when I fuck you, Y/N..” he says in a demanding tone making you moan loudly in response your eyes fluttering open to look at him and you can admit it’s a beautiful sight. Never had you thought you’d be getting fucked by a famous idol like this, but now that it was happening you might as well take in all the sights.

“Fuck..that’s right..” he mumbles in a rough voice as he grips your hips tightly, his muscles tensing with every thrust he makes. It doesn’t take long after that till you’re clenching around him, moaning loudly as he drives you to a much needed orgasm that fills you with ecstasy.

His breathing becomes heavy too, sweat dripping off his forehead as he continues pounding. "Good girl..." He whispers huskily before kissing you passionately again.

In one swift motion he takes both hands and grips your hips tightly, lifting you up and off of the couch so he can sit down instead and places you on top of his lap still keeping himself buried deep within you.

Once comfortable sat up against the couch, he starts to move inside of you once again, starting off slow before speeding up. His thrusts are rougher than before, his hips slamming into yours as he holds your tightly to keep you in upright on his lap.

His thrusts become more needy and sloppy, causing you to bounce back and forth across his lap as he grunts softly as he feels himself getting close. He leans forward, holding onto your waist for support as he begins moving faster and harder, driving his cock deeper and deeper inside you until he finally releasing all of his hot cum inside of you.

The two of you stay like that a for a little, his warm cock buried deep inside of you as you try to steady your breathing.

Once Yoongi sees your breathing start to slow and you begin to come down from your high, he shifts his position so his laid down on the couch and you’re on top of his chest.

Your eyes flutter close shortly after, and when they finally open back up in the morning, Yoongi is gone.

Leaving you alone with the gruesome realization of how big of a mistake you’ve made.

#bts fanfic #bts x female reader #bts x reader #bts one shot #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts fluff #bts reactions #bts x you #yoongi x you #yoongi x reader #suga x you #suga x y/n #bts stranger to lovers #yoongi fanfic #yoongi fic recs #bts dad au #bts pregnancy

[luv-gukkie]

★j𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 ★

pairing: yandere! min yoongi x f. reader

genre: fluff? || smut || non-idol au || yandere

summary: after a couple of months of just staring at the same four walls, you realize you do love yoongi as much as he loves you, or maybe you’re just trying to survive.

word count: +2.1k

tags/warnings: yoongi kidnaps reader, unprotected sex, yoongi is delusional asf...(a ‘bit’ crazy in the head), pregnancy, murder(s), stockholm syndrome, mentions of drugging, unconsensual touching, dom! yoongi, sub!reader, stalking, reader starts going crazy lowkey

notes: this is more like a small drabble for yoongi :) and its kinda written to show that the reader is losing her mind, sorry if it’s confusing!

༻❤︎︎ ★ ★ ❤︎︎༺

min yoongi was a man of a few words. he liked to relax his mind with his own devices; never one to say much with other people, even to himself. he was an introvert from the very start. his past relationships were always left in pieces; left with girls in tears while munching on tubs of ice cream left and right from such a lousy boyfriend who never cared about them. how he couldn't save their relationship from ruins, leaving it to dissolve with no worries at all for the future of what they could be. if he's honest, yoongi doesn't even know (or care to) how he managed to get women to go out with him. what he thought was just a couple of hookups was actually a relationship to some of his 'girlfriends'. maybe, he just couldn't understand women or maybe, just maybe, he was a sleazy ass who preferred to be by himself.

but, yoongi preferred to say that he loved his alone time more and wasn't prepared for a full-time relationship. the peace that he had built within his mind was enough for him. yoongi didn't really need anything else around him except for money, which was his income from working a boring office job from nine to five; monday to friday with decaf coffee in his hands daily and blue light glasses to protect him from the screen of his desktop.

the constant noise of the people around him were just annoying crowds that he couldn't handle. that was until he landed his eyes on you. it's a day he clearly remembers from sunrise to dawn. how could he ever forget seeing such a pretty face?

it was just his luck that his apartment was far from the city. one word could describe his apartment: perfect. the land was extremely quiet since no one else lived around. the only exceptional noise that would interrupt the silence would be the animals: the deers that would constantly communicate with the others, bunnies hopping around, hummingbirds that chirp with soft ends, or the baby opossums that would sneeze to get their parents' attention. yoongi's house had more than enough of love. he lived for it. however, it never hurts to add more to a loving house, especially when he was missing someone by his side. yoongi couldn't believe his luck on how this apartment was so excluded from the world; from the hands of society. it's exactly what he needed when he wanted to play his guitar with no one knocking on his door to disturb him. or when he wanted to listen to his music out loud, or to keep you safe in his home. its like it was meant to hide someone inside it, and the best part is that no one would ever know. no person can search somewhere they don't know exist. in other words, you were meant to be his.

the second you were inside, yoongi had basically erased your existence from earth. your missing poster left on wooden poles, shops, and shown on the news. and yet, not a single trace of you was found; questions about your appearance went unanswered. everyone was clueless on what could've happened to you. your disappearance was a complete mystery to everyone: where had you gone?

are you still alive?

it was uncomfortable to wake up. your head was pounding and the dizziness that took place in your head only further pushed you to have nausea. "finally." a deep, unsettling voice boomed out of somewhere. startled by the sudden noise, you quickly glance up to catch sight of a man's eyes. he stood right next to the door. that was the beginning of a new chapter. you were slipping away from sanity as time passed. most of the time, you were left alone. 'where am i?'  You just sat on the bed trying to figure out what happened; what was happening. the man who stood in the corner — you learned his name was Yoongi — left after a while. he would talk a little with you before leaving the room, saying something about grocery shopping.

you kept up a calm facade for the sake of survival. You had to or else you didn't know what your captor would do to you. you had full knowledge that he had the possibility of hurting you, or even worse, he could kill you. just like he had the guts to take you from your own freedom and dreams from when you were a little girl.

but there was no stopping time. it crept up until you realized that you've done nothing to help yourself get out. you've sat there day and night, acting like a good girl for him when it wasn't even you who wanted to be there. you've wasted seconds that led into days and you hope that it doesn't go on to years because you've truly lost yourself in this house. so, you prepared and waited until he left to act out. what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

as soon as Yoongi disappeared from your room and heard another door close, you took the opportunity to do what you don't usually do. all your yells for help and screams of desperation were drowned by the trees. You kept losing hope each wasted second. you were watching it slowly fall away from your grasp, and you couldn't do anything. the remorse of watching as the days went by and you were still stuck in a room locked in by your captor. It was just him and you. You and him. but he swore on the stars that when the time comes, it will no longer just be him and you, but mini-hims and mini-yous waddling around the house.

the small interactions you had with him were uncomfortably awkward for you, and you could clearly tell that he knew. and yet, he stuck around, choosing to stay and 'talk' with you. he didn't want you to think you were alone. he would be there for you.

as the weeks passed, the situation worsened for you. at first it was him moving into the room along with his things, then the part where he started sleeping next to you, and eventually to changing in front of you, touching you, and kissing you. Soon enough, it got more intense. That's when you knew you had to get out someway. You knew what step was next when his touching didn't stop at a few pecks. yoongi began to play with your tits, holding your ass tight to his crotch every night. you just couldn't get away from him.

everything was fucking shut tight. you felt the heat of anger crawling in your body. each window was locked, even the cabinets were locked.  there were also hidden cameras. it was just your luck when you had found one in the bedroom hidden perfectly. you were very surprised when you saw it peeking out of the lights. it just proved to you that yoongi was a fucking lunatic. he had been watching you and you were fucking clueless about it. but it also meant that there could of been hundreds of these tiny cameras recording you. you needed to get out.

you couldn't take it any longer. You were watched every single second. You were touched when he was home. You just couldn't keep it going like this. it was your breaking point. you screamed, sobbed, and whimpered at the fact that you were here. 'pathetic', you thought. there you were crying miserably on your mattress without trying to escape.

you heard the door open and then close, you dug your head into your pillow as the footsteps came closer. "it's okay." You immediately felt the presence of Yoongi by your side, pulling you up into a hug. he was panting. "I was worried about you." The hug got tighter. "I came here as fast as I could."

yoongi had worried about you. in that moment, you realized that maybe you gave up long ago. That's why you let him do what he did, after all, a whole year did pass without your knowledge. missing posters crumbling on the floor as the world continued to revolve without your existence. You had gotten used to his presence, his kisses, his behavior, and his love towards you. You were so frightened at first and used his attraction for you as a shield.

he kissed your lips gently before sticking his tongue inside of your mouth. your arms unconsciously wrapped around him. And for the first time, you let him touch you with his love and lust. the unbuckling of his belt made goosebumps grow out of excitement. With one thrust, your pussy sucked him in whole. Yoongi lowly groaned while you whimpered at the sudden feeling of his cock inside of you."I love you."

Yoongi waited. Were you going to say it back? his hips pounded into you with a harsh pace. You guttered nonsense as you quickly held onto his shoulders for support. the overstimulation flourishing on your cunt as his cock disappeared inside of you. "I-I love you..."

He kissed your nose gently. Yoongi stayed still until you came, cunt squirting around his cock with need. He moved his cock out slowly before filling you back in, his hot tip reach your cervix. a smile on his lips as he continued to repeat his desperate actions. a yearn in him to hear you moan in his ears louder. to make sure his cockhead reached your soft spot good enough that you would be whimpering under him as his cock perfectly managed to hit your g-spot. yoongi sucked on your skin, groaning against it as your pussy clenched around him. you were so perfect. his fingers dived into your hair as you milked his dick dry. his pace got sloppier, soft grunts escaping his throat as you legs wrapped him closer to you. yoongi pushed himself until he was deep inside of you, cumming with a loud moan leaving his lips. limbs comforting each other as the stars shined brightly until the sun outshined them once again.

the constant fear of you leaving had vanished in yoongi. replaced with a loving emotion that never left him once. While you slept in his arms, he eyed you. his fingers tracing over your arms, "I really do love you." And he meant that. That's why no one was ever around the area his apartment was in. He made sure the cameras he brought were in use to protect his territory from trespassers. buying red, bold signs to keep people out of what's supposed to be kept hidden, and for anyone who didn't listen, there's a reason he bought a shotgun. he killed anyone that passed the border between your world and reality. it's really the main reason for the cameras that were placed everywhere: inside and outside.

And as time passed rather quickly, your stomach grew and your tits swelled with milk. yoongi couldn't contain the pure excitement when he found out. you were pregnant with his child; a family both of you were able to grow out of dreams. yoongi smiled as he talked day and night, chuckling as he pressed his ear and hands to your stomach. he couldn't be happier that everything he dreamt of was finally happening.

All he had to do was wait and the perfect family he had planned for years prior had been achieved. you were clueless to everything he'd done, maybe cause of the constant drugs that he put in your food and drinks. secretly hiding away inside the locked cabinets. yoongi's lips kissed your head with softness while you carried his tiny daughter in your arms after nine months of constant patience and care. "I really do love you, __." the tears that swelled up in your eyes reminding you of your past; memories that once rested coming back to haunt you. you felt the knot inside your throat, the disgusting taste of wanting to throw up because of the gruesome sight in front of you. The doctor's snow-colored coat was splattered with his own blood. he was dead, stabbed to death by your yoongi. the knife in the middle of his chest tensing you up along with the other harsh cuts against his skin. "I had to", was all he repeated, "for our baby." his fingers gently wiping the tears from your cheeks, "say it." You felt like you couldn't breathe during that moment. everything was taking you back to day one. "i-", you paused as your voice trembled, "i love you." the pile of blood grew, drowning out the wooden floor. a faint pink colored yoongi's cheeks, "i love you more."

#bts yandere #bts imagines #yandere bts #bts smut #yandere #tw yandere #bts #bangtan #bts fanfic #yandere x reader #bts fic #bts x reader #yandere x darling #yandere yoongi #bts yoongi #min suga #min yoongi #bangtangboys #yandere male #yoongi #bts suga #bts fanfction #bts dad au #bangtan smut #yoongi smut

[coffee-system-uwu]

The moment Andrew put Neil's hand on his chest and Neil repeated Andrew's words back to him; "I won't be like them, and I won't let you let me be.", is such an important moment in their romance.

It's where Andrew starts really letting go. He gave Neil ground. And he didn't take it because he knew better than to accept the nonverbal permission. Giving ground doesn't mean it's ready to be taken. Andrew had always made his needs very clear, and his boundaries.

Neil took exactly what Andrew gave. No more. No less. A hand in the center of his chest. To an outsiders perspective it might not be very important but to Andrew it would've been everything.

It means he could fully trust Neil, as much as he is capable of. It's further proof that Neil wouldn't take advantage of him, push too hard, none of it. It means that for once this nothing didn't have to stay nothing. It could be something. Maybe not now, but in the future.

Andrew gave Neil a key and called it home, and Neil gave Andrew safety and called it something.

#this may be compelte nonsense im si tired broskis #ive been working so much bc imma be dat suga dad #jk im foghting capitalism for my right to live alone #shae #aftg #andrew minyard #neil josten #tfhc #all for the game #the foxhole court #all for the gay #andreil #andreil trash #im so soft

[jung-koook]

[슈취타] EP.21 SUGA with 정국

#jungkook #jeon jungkook #taehyung #v #yoongi #suga #bangtan #bts #video #I had to do something for my dad at the same time as the ep omg but I'm finally here #Youtube

[yeh-kaali-kaali-ankhein]

🐶🤵🏻🥺

#kim taehyung #taetae #taehyung x reader #taehyung #winter bear #yeontan #so cute uwu #dad and son #so handsome #yoongi marry me #yoongi #min yoongi #bts mafia au #bts #bts x reader #hot hot hot #suga #jeon jungkook #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #park jimin #jeon jeongkook #bts x y/n #bts mafia imagine #bts mafia reactions #bts ot7 #ot7 au #taehyung x yeontan

[taechest]

yoongi and his cats communicate meowing? 🤔

the concept of yoongi owning cats is really adorable, I'm melting :(

twt | ig

#yoongi #bts suga #bts fanart #yoongi fanart #please ignore cat's anatomy #this is my first time drawing cats #taechest #yoongi cat dad #min suga #min yoongi #how are you sure it's yoongi's cat and not yoongi himself #yoongi's cat #suga bts #cats

[honeystwiggypeach]

Please do a part two of the guys meeting a pregnant stranger, it was so cute. Maybe Atsumu, Sugawara, Diachi and Suna?

I can!! I’ve never written for Daichi though so it’ll be my first time writing for him hopefully it’ll turn out right!(also I’m taking out the saving the reader because I’m not to good at writing there confrontation sorry😭)

Atsumu(I think I head cannon Atsumu as like a very whipped s/o😭😭)

When he’d met you all he could do was stare in wonder, you were the prettiest person he’d ever seen,

Immediately he was asking if you were ok, you simply raised an eyebrow, “you’re the one who bumped into the table silly” you giggled lightly when he let out a quiet oh yea.

“Well uhmmmm is this seat taken?”You shake your head lightly and he plopped himself down beside you.

“And that’s how we met!” He tells the interviewer proudly as he’s sat behind Yoh on the couch hands around your very pregnant belly.

Sugawara

He met you through Hinata who set the two of you up together for a date at a little cafe.

The first thing you’d told him was about your pregnancy. He told you that wasn’t really a deal breaker fkr him, besides how much different could it be than the kids he worked with?

He found it much different the more and more serious the two of you became the more and more devoted he was to helping you raise your precious baby girl.

The more that everytime he saw little families out and about or saw the kids being picked up by their parents the more excited it was for that to be you and him with your daughter.

And that’s how he found himself literally crying his eyes out to Hinata about how great full he is to be able to meet you and how excited he is to finally be able to hold the baby when she’s born.

Daichi

He’d met you while he was on the job, you’d asked him about where the little library was, and he’d given you the directions but you still looked up at him confused.

Quickly he checked his watch, “I uh get off in ten minutes I can show you than.

So you sat on the side walk next to Daichi waiting for him to get off work and lead you to the library which he was sweet enough to even help you fill out the paper work to get a library card, even giving you a sticky note with his number on it!

Which you gladly texted, eventually becoming friends with you and going to your appointments with you when you’d told him about not having friends to go with you to them.

And before Daichi knows it, he’s chatting with his coworkers about how excited he is to be a dad.

Suna

It wasn’t like he didn’t expect it, he knew who you were, you were his niece’s teacher, he just didn’t expect to be like attracted to you or anything.

So when five months down the road you’re laying against Suna while he’s got one hand on your belly, the other scrolling through Pinterest, neither of you are too suprised when he faces the phone to you and shows you a cute little outfit before following the link to buy it.

“Suna you’re gonna spoil her” you say lightly

“So she’s like my baby. I can do that” he says bringing his arm up to hug you as he kisses your head.

Anywho let me know if you want me to write anything else bc I love requests so much!!

#reader insert #x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #haikyuu parents #haikyuu dads #mom!reader #anons #dad!atsumu #dad!suga #dad!daichi #dad!suna #atsumu x reader #Sugawara x reader #daichi x reader #Suna x reader

[lizziexmeow]

[ BTS UPDATE 🌟 TWITTER ] 240219 - 22:00 KST

[ BTS MEDIA 🌟 YOUTUBE ] 240219 - 22:00 KST

🍸SUCHWITA EP.27 TEASER

#방탄소년단 #agustd #suga #yoongi #bts #el capitxn #jang yijeong #suchwita #finally jang yijeong on suchwita #yijeong calls yoongi his second dad #yoonpearl #addressing yoonpearl allegations #lizziexmeow #Youtube

[chimivx]

expecting, expected. // myg.

pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Female!Reader, and ot7 { couple from vegas, baby }

summary: Exhaustion, anxiety, hormones... This is life now, for the next nine months... And it's time to tell your friends!

words: 6k

warnings: fluffy (lol), mentions of sex, suggestive conversation, jikook warning, drinking, grown adults out for dinner and interacting, If I missed anything PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

a/n: HI! You already know what I'm posting. VEGAS SERIES ADDITION! I'm unsure how I feel about this one... Fell in love with it, but now... I dunno. I hope you ENJOY IT if you read it! I'm in need of more fluffy dad!Yoongi so be prepared, more of that will be coming. I'm never letting this series go.

{ find the vegas, series here to get to know this couple some more }

Tucked beneath a blanket, curled up in a ball on Yoongi’s lap watching the new episode of Run BTS, you were fighting to keep your eyes open, doing the slow blink. Running his fingers through your hair, dragging his fingernails soothingly over your scalp, it was as if Yoongi was actively trying to get you to fall asleep. That’s all you’ve been able to do for the past two weeks anyway, and it didn’t matter where you were, you were dozing off at random.

Shortly after the Golden Disc Awards, and that blur of a day, you were scheduled to see a doctor where the news you knew to be true was confirmed. Yoongi stood by your side watching attentively as the doctors did bloodwork, spoke with you about your symptoms, and gave you a long list of do’s and don'ts for you to follow for the next nine months after they showed the two of you that you were definitely pregnant.

This early on it wasn’t necessary for you to see a doctor yet, considering your age and your health, however Yoongi let his worry’s slip to a director, one of the higher ups that had most of the power. Keeping the entire situation on the down low, it was decided you’d be treated as if you were an Idol yourself, being ushered into the office almost against your will, a place where you’d get the most prompt, unconditional care throughout your pregnancy.

You didn’t expect anything less from Yoongi. That morning, holding onto his hand, his other was wrapped around you protectively wherever you went. You knew he would go overboard. Your dark haired, still in physical therapy boyfriend found a new hobby- waiting on you hand and foot, like he wasn’t the star of the household. None of that even mattered in your rapport anyway, you were the star of his life.

After the awards, once the two of you were back home and cuddled underneath the safety of your bed covers, nearly nose to nose, you took turns speaking into the early hours of the morning. Initial shock had subsided, and you were both able to actively listen to one another, and think rationally. Yoongi expressed his excitement, telling you how he dreams of this, wanting to do it all with you, only if you wanted it too.

When the sun had risen and the time was checked, laughter was shared along with a reassuring kiss. 

Meeting Yoongi at twenty two, you were young, still at the beginning of your life. Barely out of college, you didn’t have a clue if you ever wanted to have children, the thought rarely crossed your mind. For a while it was full of, how am I going to pay for my next meal, before it did a complete one eighty, turning into, what city are we flying to next? You were jet-set for six years until the global shutdown of the year 2020.

Now, age twenty eight, with seven years of a relationship down, living with the man who knew you better than anyone else, and loved you three times as much… Things had shifted. A universal halt wasn’t expected because of a new rampant illness in the world, and though it came with extreme measures, it was exactly what you and Yoongi needed. It gave you time to grow up a little bit, your subconscious doing most of that work. 

During the hours and hours of whispering like two people with a secret, the work done in the shadows was unveiled, sparking the realization that you did in fact want this. You were ready for the next step of life with the man you loved.

“Oh, you’re out,” You hear Yoongi speak quietly to himself, feeling him shift beneath you a bit. With closed eyes, you roll over to face his torso and sigh, wrapping an arm around his waist, weaseling it between his back and the couch cushion.

“Not out,” You barely whisper. Yoongi looks down at your sleepy face with a smile, putting a hand back into your hair, stroking it with care.

“You missed the rest of the episode,” He says, “You started snoring before they even split into teams.”

“No… I didn’t,” You mumble, “I saw.”

“Who won?” He perks an eyebrow, finding it amusing you were laying here lying to him in real time.

Without missing a beat you whisper, “Jungkook,” And he starts to laugh, resting his head back on the couch.

Both teams had won actually, they made some incredible food. Yoongi was content with you on his lap, and hungry. He debated telling you the truth, but figured you’d want to rewatch it later when you had some more energy, so he kept the answer to himself. This was the second time you tried to watch it, you fell asleep during the premiere of it last night, curling up under his arm in bed.

Letting you rest, Yoongi picks up his phone to check his messages. There were plans set for later today with the guys, and Sunny was joining as well, flying in from a job to visit. The nine of you were meeting for dinner at a cozy, quiet spot where you would be able to share the news of your pregnancy with your family. Though two of them were told two weeks ago, they kept their mouths shut, which was utterly impressive.

The seven boys were interviewed the night of the Golden Disc Awards, and there was a moment of panic that something would slip, at least to more of the boys. The interviewer had them share New Years wishes with each other, sending it to the boy to their right. Jin, the unlucky bastard, was stood next to Yoongi and had to watch his mouth.

There was so much he wanted to say, so much he wanted to share, he found out moments ago that his best friend was going to be a father. This new year was huge for Yoongi, one he’s dreamed of, and Jin wanted to shout his happiness from the rooftops. 

Loving someone as much as Jin loved Yoongi, and watching that person go through hardship after hardship finally find their reason for living, their reason for true happiness… That’s a feeling that can’t be explained.

So, opting for awkward laughter and the introverted persona of Jin, he shared his well wishes with Yoongi carefully, taking his time, making sure it was simple. Yoongi listened anxiously, beckoning him with his eyes pointed to the floor to keep it quick, but took his brother's words to heart, recognizing and understanding every underlying meaning behind the short message.

Looking through his phone now, he has two unread messages from Jin that he swipes by, deciding to open them after he reaches out to Sunny. Tapping on her thread, he chuckles at the last picture he sent- you sitting on the bathroom floor in just a t-shirt, glaring at the camera, flashing him a middle finger. It was from a couple of days ago when you were physically unable to be in any other room, because the moment you stepped off the tile, you were overcome by nausea and yanked back in front of the toilet.

Thankfully that period of time didn’t last too long. Now you’re going through an energy depletion, the tiny little group of cells inside of you stealing it all soon after you try to recharge.

Sunny, who was now working select dates with a couple Kardashians, was oblivious, and didn’t think anything strange of the picture. She sent a heart in reply, and went on her merry way through Los Angeles, shaking salads with Kourtney.

[yoongi]: ETA?

Yoongi sends to your best friend, watching the screen as bubbles pop up in an instant.

[Sunita Sunshine]: Landed about a half hour ago!!! I’m in an Uber…… meeting Jin for drinks before we come see you guys

[Sunita Sunshine]: How’s lover girl feeling??? Any better?

Yoongi’s heart just about flies out of his chest. He types back to her with lightning speed.

[yoongi]: She’s great… Why?

[Sunita Sunshine]: She was sick right??? Before golden discs until like a couple days ago….. I talked to her

He sighs, letting his eyes shut for a second, completely forgetting the two of you, though in different parts of the world most times, still shared everything with each other.

[yoongi]: Right. Yeah she’s good now, she can't wait to see you

Tilting his head to the side, he peeks down at you from behind his phone screen. Eyes closed, lips parted slightly, taking in slow deep breaths, you sure seemed ecstatic to be having dinner with the best friend you haven’t seen in a couple of months.

The iPhone in Yoongi’s hand starts to buzz dramatically. He’s had his ringer turned off for a few days since these bouts of narcolepsy were at random. A facetime was coming in from Jungkook, another member of his group that had the pleasure of knowing your secret. You couldn’t help yourself, when he flashed you a wholesome smile and your emotional state was overcome by comfort, you let it slip.

“Hey, man,” Yoongi answers, keeping his voice quiet. He clicks the volume down a few notches, watching the screen as it’s pointed at the cloudy, grey, January sky. “Are you outside?”

“Hey, yeah,” Jungkook says, finally appearing inside the box wearing a black bucket hat over his bleach blonde hair, “I’m about to walk into Jimin’s, I just left the studio,” Yoongi can hear the smacking of his stompers on the concrete, “They, uh, they want to do my hair purple for Butter.”

“Oh no,” Yoongi mutters as Jungkook glances away for a second to somewhere ahead of him, and smiles. His eyes crinkled in the corners.

“Did I just hear you say they want your hair purple?” Jimin can be heard off screen. It goes black for a second, Yoongi can hear muffled voices, then the top of Jungkook’s head appears again.

“Yeah, purple,” Jungkook sighs.

“Thought you wanted it blue, maybe?” The end of Jimin’s sentence sounded like he said the word, baby, instead of, maybe, but maybe Yoongi’s brain was overridden by nerves for this evening, making him hear things. The two step into Jimin’s home, Yoongi just along for the ride as they converse about this dire hair matter.

“Uh,” He gets their attention back and points the phone down to you. Jimin coo’s, peering at the screen with a pouty lip. “Can this be discussed tonight? Why was I called?” Yoongi chuckles, bringing the camera focus back to himself. Jungkook cringes, like he suddenly remembered your condition.

“Sorry,” He says, “She wasn’t answering, thought it meant Sunny was there, I need to talk to her about it.”

“You’ll see her tonight,” Yoongi says, “She’s getting drinks with Jin right now.”

“Jin?!” Jimin exclaims, grabbing the phone from Jungkook’s hands, “That woman wanted to see ME!” The diva was shushed by both Yoongi and Jungkook, the youngest snatching his phone back from his tiny hands.

“I’ll see you later,” Jungkook says to Yoongi before he glances up to Jimin, “I don’t want purple hai-” And the phone hangs up, trilling a sad little tune, announcing the end of the call.

“His TinyTan has dark hair, D, I swear, if I have to create one for Butter, and I’m told to match whatever color they give him, Army will rip me to shreds if the shade isn’t right,” You say, startling your boyfriend the slightest, “Remember the pink hair? I didn’t sleep.” Opening your eyes, you look up at Yoongi who is gazing back with a small smile. Placing his phone aside, he shakes his head.

“You won’t be doing anything, you’re taking time off from work,” He says, keeping his tone soft, “No more sleepless nights and caffeine highs.” Rolling your eyes, you huff.

“Yeah, that’s for after September,” You whisper, though you were unsure when your baby would be arriving. It takes him a couple of seconds to catch what you said, both of you laughing once he does. 

Sitting up, you situate yourself beside him and smile, saying, “Dream ON is doing really well.”

“Why are you checking stats?” Yoongi disciplines, sliding an arm around your shoulders.

“I have to stay busy,” You shrug, “TinyTan was my entire year last year, do you know how many ideas I have? I already have something for Dynamite on paper, even though no one’s asked me to do it.”

“I don’t want you to stress yourself out, there’s no reason to rush. You need rest.”

“No, I need them out of the Mic Drop outfits, it’s been years since that came out, I don’t know what I was thinking,” You shake your head before laying it on his shoulder. It was a tad sore today, but Yoongi didn’t mention it. He needed you to be comfortable, he wasn’t worried about himself at all.

Planting a kiss to the top of your head, he keeps his head there, lifting the hand that was around your shoulder to graze your hair once more. His gentle touch is soothing, helping you relax like it had when you laid down to watch the show, but coupled with the kiss, your raging hormones were reading the wrong room.

Lifting your head, you turn your chin to press your lips to his in a rush. Yoongi barely has a chance to react before you climb into his lap and slide your hands around his neck, slipping them up into his black locks. Parting your lips, you dance your tongue across his bottom lip and deepen the kiss, the strongest warmth erupting within your center. Powerless with his head locked to the cushion, Yoongi hums and attempts to pull away.

“Baby,” He chuckles as you resort to kissing his cheek, down to his jaw.

“Shhh,” You hush, dipping your head to press open mouthed kisses to his neck.

“You should nap, we have dinner.”

“Not tired anymore,” You sigh, dragging your tongue from his collar bone to behind his ear, nibbling his earlobe for half a second, “I need you.”

“You need sleep, you’ll be nodding off at dessert,” Yoongi’s eyes shut during the jaw kisses, he thinks, his voice coming out of him now on auto-pilot while his body responded to you directly. His breathy, lust filled sigh that leaves his lips after his words makes your brain short circuit. Grinding down on his lap, your fingers tighten in his hair, giving the strands a harsh tug. Brushing your nose against his, you kiss his lips and whine after you part.

“Yoongi,” Whispering his full name, something that rarely leaves your lips, his eyes pop open, heavy lidded. The desperate riff graces his ears while your widened eyes plead with his. Yoongi could easily walk away from this, let you go upstairs to get some sleep before your night out, and be completely fine. On the other hand, your fixed gaze was begging him, telling him that you were not going to be completely fine if he didn’t do something.

His eyes studying you was nearly enough of a connection to satisfy the emotional hunger, but then his hands slid up your thighs and your knees tightened around his waist. Every move he made, your body heightened the sensation to a hundred.

“Take me upstairs… Right now,” You whisper from behind clenched teeth. Yoongi smirks, giving the round of your ass a squeeze, watching your body melt before him, listening with delight as his traveling fingers make you moan and groan.

“There’s no time to go upstairs,” He breathes, gripping your waist as he stands to his feet, laying you down on your back, settling over you, “Gonna fuck this out of you right here.”

In the backseat of the car taking you to dinner, Yoongi’s hand was sliding up and down the inside of your thigh. His eyes were on the road where he sat in the center seat, staying observant of your surroundings at all times.

Glancing down to your phone that had been blowing up for the past five minutes, you open another message from Sunny.

[Sunny Girl]: Why did Tae just say you have something to tell us???? Can you HURRY UP and GET HERE

“She’s pissed,” You show Yoongi the message, and he laughs under his breath.

“Tell her I had to pry you off of me to get you in the shower,” He raises a brow, keeping his words quiet, between you. Pressing your lips together, you shoot him a silly glare.

“I don’t know what to say to her,” You say, staring at the text, “I don’t know what to say to anybody, I’m freaking out.” Yoongi looks back down at you, this time with worried eyes.

“Freaking out?” He mumbles, giving your leg a squeeze.

“Aren’t you nervous?” You ask with a small laugh, meeting his eyes. Thinking to himself, he takes a deep breath and shakes his head. “What?!”

“Baby, two of them know already,” He breaks into a grin, but not to diminish your anxiety, to help push down his own. On the inside he was a mess, on the outside he was as cool as a cucumber. The two of you shared crises, and he knew that this one would be yours to have, so he ignored his own anxiety for you.

“I’ve known Sunny since I was twelve,” You say, “You see the way she loves me, this is about to deck her straight in the face, D,” Yoongi holds in a laugh, and nods, “What if she tries to do something crazy?”

“Like what?”

“Like, like…” You glance around the car as if the answer was going to jump out from the wrinkles in the leather seats, “Like, put her job on hold, and try to move in with us… Or, or… Quit the Kardashian show, and move in with us…”

“Hm,” Yoongi frowns, lowering his brows, “Sounds like you want her to move in with us.”

“No!” You shout, slapping a hand to his chest, “I don’t want that! We don’t want that,” You lower your voice dramatically, “Trust me, I lived with Sun, you don’t want that.”

“Okay, then if she tries, we tell her no,” Yoongi soothes, letting his hand explore the fabric of your pants like it had been for the ride. He glances to your hand on his chest that was slowly starting to grip the cotton, your fingers tightening passionately. “Take a deep breath, please.” Yoongi reaches for your hand, declawing it from his beating heart, linking his fingers with yours. Listening, you suck in a breath and release it with shaky hands.

The car makes one last turn around a tall, white building, coming to a stop at the back where your car door was opened for you. Clutching Yoongi’s fingers like he was going to leave, you slide out of the car and come face to face with a familiar man who gives you the most welcoming smile, washing away some of your nerves.

“Branson, you would be here,” You grin, throwing an arm around his back to hug him, keeping Yoongi close. The two guys share pleasantries, then the head of security looks you up and down and shrugs.

“You’re here, I have to be,” He says, “Shall we?” Branson gestures toward the door, giving the space behind and around the car a scan with his sharp eyes.

Gripping the long, metal hand of the door, Yoongi pulls it open for you, letting you lead him inside the dimly lit, beautifully decorated restaurant that smelled of everything delicious. He feels your fingers tighten even more, if that was possible, and it makes him wonder how powerful your grip will be the day you give birth to the child. This is only the day you’re telling your friends you’re having it, he had nine more months to get used to this.

Passing by the bathrooms, Yoongi pulls you back a second to make sure you saw where they were, then lets you continue on your flustered jog down the hall. Turning a corner, the space you’ve arrived in is totally empty, except for a round table in the corner that is surrounded by your rowdy group of friends making a scene with drinks in their hands.

“AYE!” Is called out from the commotion, and six other heads whip around to find you approaching with a pep in your step. Sunny, leaping to her feet with two glasses in her hand, clicks over to your side in her high heels and hugs you as best as she can with the drinks occupying her extremities. Kissing both of your cheeks, she sighs and takes a long look at you, big, soft eyes taking in every detail.

Wearing a smile, her eyes narrow a bit, asking you quietly, “Why do you look different?” 

“Different?” You repeat in a flash, glancing over your shoulder at Yoongi, “I don’t look… I don’t look different.” Nervous laughter escapes you with every breath.

“You were having sex when I called you three times, weren’t you?” Sunny grills, turning her eyes over to Yoongi who smirks, pointing his chin up to the ceiling to avoid her glare. Blushing, the nervous laughter takes over.

“Sunny!” You say, wiggling Yoongi’s hand that was still latched to yours. Your best friend looks down at them.

“You can’t even let go of him,” She laughs with you, “It’s alright, I know, you’re in love, nothings changed,” Sticking her tongue out to mark her faux disgust, she holds out one of the glasses in her hands, giving it to you, “Here, Jungkook tried to tell me I shouldn’t get it for you, but tonight is a night to celebrate!”

“Celebrate?” You question.

“Yes! All of us here, together. I haven’t seen this in months,” The smile that relaxes her face is sincere, “Which makes me have to ask,” She shifts her attention to Yoongi, “How’s the shoulder?” Stepping closer to him, she lifts her now empty hand to rub his arm. Using this opportunity to slip away, you release his hand to hurry over to Jungkook sitting beside Jimin at the table.

Watching as you scurry away, Yoongi answers all of Sunny’s questions while shaking his now emancipated fingers.

“I assume this is for you?” You half ask the blonde boy standing up to give you a hug and a kiss on the cheek, “Smells a little fruity, must be yours,” Jungkook giggles, baring his teeth, taking the icey glass from you.

“Told her not to get it, but she insisted,” He rolled his eyes, “She’s persistent that one.” Pulling back a chair on the other side of him, he offers it to you, pushing you in after you sit down.

“Don’t I know it,” You say, giving Jimin a wave.

“She doesn’t know it’s really for me,” Jungkook lifts the glass as if to ‘cheers’, then takes a sip. His lips pull into a frown as he swallows it. “Oh god,” Wincing at the flavor, he sits the glass on the polished wood finish of the table and slides it in front of Jimin, “Maybe this is for you.” He whispers, making you laugh.

“Kookie,” You pop out your bottom lip staring at his wavy hair, “Are they really going to make you go purple?” He groans, folding his hands on his lap.

“I don’t want it,” He says, sitting back in his chair, “I like this blonde, and I honestly would want blue over purple,” Jungkook nods toward Sunny, still chatting away with Yoongi and now Jin who joined the duo, “She says blue is better with, uh, I dunno, something about my skintone?”

“Oh my god!” You lean into him, grabbing his arm, “Do blue, think about me, do blue. I have designs to do, even though Yoongi won’t let me near them, and if you do blue it will be so much easier to mix.”

“Why won’t he let you near your work?” Jimin asks, inviting himself into the conversation with a scrunched up face of confusion. Straightening up, you clear your throat and look at Jungkook for help. He looks at you, then at Jimin, then back to you and widens his eyes in defeat. Releasing the tiniest sigh, you tilt your head and play dumb.

“I think it’s because I was sick,” You say convincingly enough.

“Oh, yeah,” Jimin’s face shifts to a worried one, “I’d wanna ease you back in too, especially with everything we have coming up between the singles and the music videos and the shows-”

“Chim,” Jungkook cuts him off with a smile, then turns to you, “You’ll be fine, I promise.” Amidst Jimin's rambles, the anxiety about work you've set aside for the future wanted to worm its way into this important night. Babies were time, babies were money. Two things you once used to struggle with before you fell into the grasp of the man walking up behind your chair.

Yoongi’s arms slid around your shoulders slowly. Everyone took their seats around the table, leaving the chair next to you empty for your boyfriend to have.

“Do we need to walk away?” He whispers to you, smiling and nodding at Hoseok across the table. A shake of your head wasn’t enough to get him off your case, he whispers again, “What’s going on?”

“Normal stuff,” You mumble, turning your chin to peek at him.

“New normal stuff?” He raises a brow.

“No, we’ve talked about it before.”

“Lovebirds, can we eat?” Sunny sing songs, waving her hands in your direction, “I’m starved.”

The thought of eating mixed with your nerves has you screwing your eyes shut as nausea clouds over your being. On your back you feel Yoongi take a breath, and stand up tall, placing both hands on either of your shoulders. Massaging you for a moment, he sighs theatrically, catching the attention of the attendance around the table.

“We’re still… getting better,” Yoongi bobs his head. A couple of the guys pulled a face, or nodded along with him, Sunny however, was quick to pick up his bullshit.

“You said she was great earlier,” She says, confused.

“Uh, well, you know what it’s like to come back from being sick, right?” Yoongi nervously chuckles, glancing at Jin and Jungkook for some kind of backup. He wasn’t sure you were going to go through with telling them tonight, this could be you backing out of your announcement. Jin launches forward, sipping his drink through a straw.

“Totally!” He says with wide eyes, picking up on his cue, coughing after he swallows his drink, “If you guys need to go, we get it.” Yoongi gives him a smile to thank him.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Sunny’s voice gets louder. Sitting forward herself, she bumps Jin's shoulder, “You’ve been at their defense all day, this girl is fine,” She then squints at how you were sitting, still with your eyes shut, barely taking in any of the conversation happening around you, “I know you, I know you two, something is up.” Snapping your eyes open, you jump up to your feet, taking everyone by surprise. Sunny’s words had struck a nerve, a fiery one.

“I… We…” You choke out, reaching a hand behind you to grab something of Yoongi’s. Finding his hand, you yank him closer. One of his arms slides around your body, holding you close to his front, while his other holds your hand happily, his thumb drawing circles on your palm. Anxiety has riddled your expression, but Yoongi’s smirk tells the group that there’s something juicy on the way.

“Oh my god,” Sunny gasps, planting her fingers over her mouth, looking down at your left hand, searching it for clues. That’s the first thing that gets you to finally smile.

“What!?” Taehyung glances at her, attempting to follow the line of her eyes, “What is going on?” 

“Say something, somebody,” Namjoon bangs a fist on the table once, wearing  a light smile, sitting forward with anticipation like those without the knowledge of your news.

“Tell them,” Yoongi says quietly, yet loud enough for everybody to hear him. Your tentative eyes scour the table, starting with Jin who couldn’t put his drink down, passing by suspicious Sunny, confused Taehyung, smiley Namjoon, hopeful Hoseok, and pouty Jimin, ending with Jungkook who held tens of thousands of galaxies in his eyes. The smile he wore was incredibly sincere, gazing up at you like you were his idol. 

Giving Yoongi one more look, he smiles, waiting patiently.

“I’m not sick,” You say with a breath, turning back to your friends. Taehyung fake gasps, making Hoseok giggle. Yoongi scolds them with his eyes, the two friends jumping back into place, to listen to what you have to say, but you choke again. “Can’t do it, you do it.” You whisper, squeezing Yoongi’s hand.

“Me? You sure?” He asks, and you nod, closing your eyes. Yoongi wastes no time, looking out proudly to his friends. “We’re pregnant,” He says with a grin. 

At the sound of the words, your eyes open to a reaction you did not expect. No one had moved.

“Is that it?” Taehyung asks.

“Yeah,” You breathe, “That’s it. I’m pregnant.”

“Fucking called it!” He shouts with a smile toward Jimin. 

“You did not call this, this was expected,” The It boy rolls his eyes.

“Hold on,” You stop the bickering by holding up a hand, “This was expected?” You tilt your chin and glare at him. Pouty lips smirk back.

“Guys,” He says quietly, looking between you and Yoongi.

“He’s not wrong,” Hoseok says sheepishly, lifting his shoulders to his ears.

“What!” Yoongi sighs, laughing. Jimin starts to plead his case with Taehyung and Hoseok to Yoongi, bringing up your relationship's past, and your favorite thing to do together. You want to listen, you want to hear what they’re discussing, because it’s about you, but you’re glued on Sunny.

Sitting sideways, body facing Jin, her eyes that were once sharp, and a little pissed off, had softened immensely. Your goddess of a best friend slowly shook her head in tiny, lips parting in shock. Standing up, pushing her chair back aggressively, she pulled the boys away from their amusing bickering, her aura sucking them in.

“You’re pregnant?” She asks just above a whisper, never once leaving your gaze. Nodding, your smile starts to grow. “You’re gonna keep it?”

“Wouldn’t have told you all I was if I wasn’t,” You chuckle awkwardly, feeling a lump in your throat, “I’m gonna be a mom.” The cry breaks, tears stream down your cheeks as Sunny pushes past Jin’s chair to throw her arms around you, holding you so tight you can feel her heart beating a mile a minute.

“You’re gonna be a mom,” She repeats, and her own tears start.

“Yeah, you are!” Jungkook cheers, the next one to stand up. Holding open his arms for Yoongi, your boyfriend smiles and takes him in, patting him on his back a couple of times, sending him another type of thank you for keeping your secret.

There is at least five minutes occupied by hugs, and congratulations, and kisses as you and Yoongi share broken info with each member who was the next to approach you. Yoongi tells the story of the Golden Disc Awards, how that was the day you had found out, and ultimately the reason you were plastered to the couch the entire time, not even making it out to see the show. At the mention of it, you feel your heart twist. You wanted to watch that performance.

“Holy shit,” Taehyung sings, slapping an arm around Yoongi’s back.

“I know,” Yoongi says. Since he spilled the news, he was unable to control his smile.

“And I thought Jimin would be the first,” Taehyung says.

“Hah,” Jimin cackles, “I can’t get pregnant!” In front of him, Jungkook shoots him the quickest look of worry, like he just leaked some kind of secret of his own, but it’s brushed away as fast as it had come up.

“What the hell did that mean?” You ask Jungkook, elbowing his tattooed bicep. 

“No idea,” He whispers, giving Jimin a deadly look.

“You besties okay?” You question, a joking tone hidden within it.

“We’re fine,” Jungkook sighs, switching to a more positive energy, “How do you feel? Everyone knows!” He hugs you for the fifth time, giving you a shake.

“I think… I think I feel hungry,” You say after some thought, and Jungkook pulls away with mischievous eyebrows that make you giggle.

“You’ve read my mind,” He says, then releases you to toss his hands in the air, gathering the attention of the room, “Baby Mama is hungry, let’s eat.” He blushes at his own words, covering his mouth with a hand as he glances at you with a grin.

“Baby Mama!” Sunny repeats, the group laughing together.

Yoongi approaches you as everyone begins to take their seats. With his lips pulled into a smile puffing out his cheeks, your stomach takes a tumble, finding him incredibly adorable. Sliding his arms around your torso, he pulls you close and kisses your temple. 

“I don’t think I see anyone packing their bags,” He says quietly, pressing his forehead to yours. Rolling your eyes, you smile and laugh under your breath.

“Give her a week,” You say, rising to your tiptoes to give him a proper kiss, and when you take a breath, you smirk and whisper, “Congratulations daddy.”

Widening his eyes, Yoongi huffs a laugh, shaking his head, “No, no, don’t do that.” 

With a giggle, you press your lips to his, and mumble a quiet, “I love you.”

Taking your seats at the table with your friends, there’s a tremendous relief, a huge weight taken off of your shoulders now that they know. Throughout the dinner they asked a million and one questions, which should’ve made you nervous, but instead gave you an excitement you haven’t felt yet.

All seven of your friends were going to be there for you throughout this entire experience, ready to help, ready to pitch in, ready to look after you, as well as the man beside you who held his hand over your thigh for the entirety of dinner. You were loved, you were supported, but most importantly, you were happy. Completely, utterly, truly happy.

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Golden Disc Interview

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Not a Replacement

Pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Clothing Designer!OC

Genre: angst. BIG angst. slight fluff near the end(?)

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: mentions of still birth, pregnancy, surrogacy, and grief. also vague hints at death and drinking as well as bad relationships with parents. This story was super heavy so just...be warned

Summary: After the death of their first baby, Yoongi and Rosaelia don't plan to try again. That is, until one of their friends offers to carry their baby for them. This doesn't stop Rosaelia from worrying about the outcome, though.

Rosaelia paced the living room.  This was it.  This was either the end or the beginning of the rest of her life, and she wasn’t sure which was worse.  Jasmine had been seated on her couch for over ten minutes now, patiently waiting for Rosaelia to be ready to hear which way the news swung.  She was so sweet, and Rosaelia almost felt bad for even allowing her to do this to begin with.

It had all started almost three years ago.  Rosaelia had never wanted kids, but she’d discovered she was pregnanat.  It had been right after Jin and Jasmine’s wedding, and when she and Yoongi had announced the news, everyone had been thrilled at the idea of having a baby around.

That pregnancy had ended in tragedy, though, and Rosaelia had been advised to never get pregnant again.  That was ok.  She could live with that.  She’d never put it into her head to have kids, so the thought of not raising a kid shouldn’t have hurt her at all.

Except it had.  It had taken a while for it to hit her, but when Jasmine’s son had been born, everything had hurt.  Rosaelia couldn’t hold Namu.  She couldn’t hold Esme’s daughter Elise four months later either, or even nearly a year after that, she couldn’t bring herself to hold Zelda’s baby boy.

As much as seeing her best friend have a kid hurt, seeing Namu and Zoro hurt way more.  Seeing both of them had reminded her of that tiny baby boy who had come into the world sleeping.  Antonio.  He’d been born weighing less than a pound, and her time with him had been none at all.  Somehow, despite, the pain, it had sparked in her the desire to be a mother.  It made no sense.  She’d never wanted kids but losing one she’d never even planned to have had made her want that life.

She’d apparently informed the girls of such a thing that drunken New Year’s Eve.  It hadn’t been brought up again until recently, though.  Sweet Jasmine was the only one who had had the courage to mention it after a whole year and a half.  Not only had she brought it up, but she’d proposed an offer.

“What if I carried the baby for you?”

It had always blown Rosaelia’s mind how a bunch of girls from all over the world were so nice to her.  Jasmine was like the older sister she never had, Yuna shared her love for companionable silence, Esme was the best friend she’d always dreamed of, Astrid was always reaching to pull her out of her comfort zone, Zelda very much resembled her younger sister, and Nubia was ever the sweet voice in her ear.

But this?  This was beyond imaginable for Rosaelia.  Jasmine would carry her baby?  Whoa.  Whoa.  The sheer shock of such an offer had been enough to get her to agree.

That had been three months ago.  They’d already tried twice, with no success.  Rosaelia had been willing to try again, but only because she was told this happened often.  Three was their average for how many tries it took.  So, after three, if it didn’t work, she was done.

This was number three, and Jasmine was waiting on the couch to listen to the voicemail they’d received.  This was what they’d agreed on, but Rosaelia somehow wasn’t ready.  She was terrified.  She wanted a positive, but she wasn’t sure she was ready for that.

“Rose, I know you’re stressed, but I have to go in ten minutes, and I really don’t want you to stress about this overnight.  Can we please listen to it?”

“I don’t think I want to know, honestly.”

“You do.”

“But what if it’s negative?”

“What if it’s positive?”

“I’m not sure I’m ready for that either.”

Jasmine patted the couch next to her, and Rosaelia sat down.

“Rose, I don’t think you’re ever going to be ready for this.  Either way it goes, we’ll know eventually, so we might as well know now, right?”

She nodded. “I guess.” She sucked in a deep breath. “Ok, play it.”

Jasmine hit the button to start the message, and the two of them held their breaths.

“Hello Miss Kim, I’m calling about your blood test results.  We are very happy to inform you that the IVF worked, and you are currently three weeks pregnant.”

There was much more to the message, but Rosaelia tuned it all out.  It had worked.  The IVF had worked.  She was going to be a mom.  This was actually happening.

“Rose?  Rose?  Hellooooo?  You there?”

Rosaelia blinked herself back to the present, but it was too much for her.  She burst into tears.

“Aw, Rose, come here.” Jasmine pulled the younger girl into a hug. “How are you feeling?”

“Terrified,” Rosaelia breathed.

“Of what?”

“What if this was a mistake?  What if I end up being a bad mom?”

“You won’t, Rose.  I think the fact that you were willing to try for this is enough proof already.  No one tries this hard for a baby they don’t want.”

And just like that, Rosaelia’s world had flipped on its head again.  And this time, there was a very big chance of success.

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“Rosa, stop pacing.  You’re just making yourself more nervous.”

Rosaelia sighed and glanced over at Astrid. “I just don’t know what to do.  I’m scared that I’ll have more hope if we have a gender reveal.”

“And why is that a reason not to have it?”

“Because.  If we lose this one too…it’ll be so much worse if I know.”

“You’re going to find out either way eventually, Rose.  And besides, it’s ok to have hope.  Even if it doesn’t last, you’ll have enjoyed it for a while.”

Rosaelia sucked in a breath. “So…I tell Jasmine yes?”

“I think you should.  You don’t have to, though.”

Rosaelia wrung her hands as she considered it.  She was so terrified.  She wasn’t sure she had the mental strength to lose another baby, but she knew she should be more confident that this was going to end well.  The problem last time had been that her uterus wasn’t strong enough to carry the baby, and that issue was remedied by the fact that Jasmine was carrying this one.  That didn’t mean something wouldn’t happen, though.

Despite this, she informed Jasmine that she wanted to know.  She knew that this time she had so much more support than she’d had last time.  She remembered how awful the last time had been.  Her water had broken at 21 weeks.  That was way, way, way too early for a baby to be born, but it had happened anyways.  After it was all said and done, she hadn’t known who to tell.  It wouldn’t take long for someone to notice something was wrong, but how did she tell everyone?  How do you tell everyone you just lost a baby?

Of course, the news had come out eventually.  She’d told Esme nearly immediately, but she wasn’t sure how to tell the rest of them.  There were so many other things going on – Jasmine was expecting soon, and Zelda was planning a wedding.  Could she even tell them?

And then, Yuna had brought it up one night near the end of July.

“Rosa?  I hope…this isn’t rude.  If you don’t want to answer this question, that’s fine, but we’ve all been a bit worried.  You haven’t…talked about the baby in a while…and you don’t really look pregnant anymore.  Did something happen?”

This has surprised Rosaelia.  First of all, she’d been surprised anyone had even noticed.  She’d been doubly surprised that Yuna had been willing to ask about it.  It was just the two of them tonight, so she felt a bit more willing to tell her than she had if they’d been in the presence of Jasmine or Zelda.

“We lost the baby.  In June.”

“Oh,” Yuna gasped.

Rosaelia nodded. “I went into labor, and…well…he didn’t make it.”

Yuna rubbed her shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Rosa.  I shouldn’t have asked.”

Rosaelia shook her head. “It’s ok.  I needed to tell everyone eventually.”

It hadn’t taken long for her to tell everyone after that.  Yuna and Esme had both encouraged her to do so, and she’d felt more relived after everyone knew.  Of course, this didn’t mean it hurt any less, but the weight of having to tell everyone was lifted off her shoulders.

Somehow, that hurt was still there two and a half years later.  It didn’t hurt as bad to see all her friends’ babies, but it still saddened her to see little boys.  They all reminded her that in some other reality, she would’ve had one of those little boys now.  Had he been born near his due date, his second birthday would be coming up soon.

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The oddest thing happened.  Jasmine had planned the gender reveal.  This, of course, was not odd.  She was the one carrying the baby, and she’d wanted to be the one to make the cake.  The odd part had been the date she’d planned the party for.  October 24th.  It just so happened to fall on a Sunday this year, which was the absolute best day for a party.  But…it was Antonio’s due date.  Jasmine probably didn’t remember this.  It had been mentioned in passing nearly three years ago now.  But Rosaelia sure remembered it.

By the time that date rolled around, Rosaelia wasn’t feeling so great.  Even though it wasn’t his death date, it felt more like a death date to her than June 17th did.  This was the third year his due date had come around, and every time it did, she remembered how horrifying that one June day had been.  She remembered how deathly silent the room had been when he’d been born, and she remembered the lingering warmth on his skin when she’d held him.  She remembered how bitterly she’d cried.  He’d been so tiny, and he’d looked more like a little doll than a newborn baby.  He’d had Yoongi’s nose, but none of his other features had been quite as defined.

She’d sat there for hours just holding his little body, Yoongi right by her side.  Both of them had been in tears, and she’d realized she’d only experienced this kind of grief once before.  This was different, though.  Nothing hurt more than holding a baby you’d never get to raise.

“Rosa?  What’s wrong?” Yoongi asked, settling his hands against her shoulders.

Apparently she’d been in their bedroom long enough to be considered worrisome, because he’d came to find her.  She glanced up at him, feeling far too embarrassed about being caught crying.

“I…I don’t know if I can go…today.  It should be Antonio’s second birthday.  It…” she sobbed, and then her voice dropped to a whisper. “It feels like we’re betraying him by having another baby.”

“Oh, Rosa.” Yoongi crushed her in a hug. “We’re not betraying him.”

But it felt like a betrayal.  Just like falling in love again had at first.

“But…he was supposed to be our first baby.”

“He was our first baby.”

Those words stilled her.  She’d never thought about it that way.  It hadn’t felt like he was her first baby because she’d never seen him alive.  She’d remembered Jasmine talking about Namu’s birth not too long after that.  She’d talked about his big, tired eyes as he’d looked up at her for the first time.  Rosaelia had never had that.  Her baby had been gone before the world had even welcomed him.

“He was?”

“He was.”

She could remember knowing he was alive.  She’d felt his tiny flutters in her belly for a few weeks before that awful accident had happened.  It had barely been noticeable, but it had been there.  There had definitely been a tiny human in there, alive and active.  Antonio had been alive.  He’d been there before his premature birth had stamped the life out of him.

She sighed into Yoongi’s shoulder, finally giving into the tears. “He’s been gone for two years, Yoongs.  Why am I not over it?”

“Because we lost our child.  We’ll never be over it,” he replied, and she realized he was crying too.  He pulled away from her just enough to look her in the eyes. “How about we go upstairs now?  Even if not for us for Jasmine?  She’s doing such a big favor for us already, and now she’s planned this party, so how about we go to it?”

Rosaelia nodded, fresh tears sliding down her face.  Yoongi thumbed at them in an effort to clear them off her face.  “Ok…ok.  Let’s go upstairs.”

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Jasmine was the best at planning baby showers.  She’d planned all but one of the ones they’d had so far, and that one had been her own.  She’d made a cake, and the girls had helped her decorate the roof.  It all felt so special, and it made Rosaelia feel so sad.  It was awfully reminiscent of her first gender reveal, and that one had ended in tragedy only a few weeks later.

She was glad Yoongi was there with her and that it was only the few of them.  If they’d invited other people, Rosaelia would’ve felt way worse.  Barely anyone knew that it was her baby that Jasmine was carrying.  They’d all agreed not to tell anyone for Rosaelia’s peace of mind.  She didn’t want to have to go around with people knowing she’d lost two babies if this one died too.

She wasn’t sure she was ready to cut the cake when Jasmine handed her the knife.  She didn’t know if she wanted to know.  If it was a boy…she’d just be reminded of Antonio all over again, and if it was a girl…well, maybe that would be good.  Esme’s daughter could have a little best friend soon.  It would just remind her of Bianca…and Julia.  Bianca, the little sister she’d let go of when she’d left México, and Julia, the girl she’d lost so many years ago.

She needed to not think about it for too long.  Either way, she was having a baby, and that was what mattered.  It was just a baby.  Not Antonio.  Not Bianca.  Not Julia.  Just a baby.

When she cut into the cake and it came out pink, she couldn’t help but smile.  One glance at Yoongi told her that he was grinning.

“We’re having a little girl, Rosa.”

“We are.”

It made her happy, but she was sad all at the same time.  She couldn’t even explain it.  She wasn’t even sad that Antonio wasn’t here anymore.  This was something else entirely.  She remembered Bianca talking about being an aunt one day.  She’d never wanted to her children of her own, but she’d always hoped that Rosaelia would have children.

They weren’t in contact anymore, though.  Bianca had sided with their parents in the arguments that eventually resulted in Rosaelia leaving the country, and every conversation they’d had since had resulted in Bianca trying to get Rosaelia to talk to them again.  So, Rosaelia had practically stopped talking to her too.

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The next few months seem to go by too slow and too fast all at the same time.  Esme’s second daughter was born merely a week after the gender reveal, and somehow, this made Rosaelia all the more nervous for her baby to be born.

Once the 28-week mark had passed, Rosaelia was a bit calmer than she had been for the whole time.  Jasmine had made it to the third trimester, and each week was one step closer to a baby who could actually survive the outside world.

The only issue left in Rosaelia’s mind was a name.  What was she going to name this baby?  She’d named Antonio when she’d been only 16 weeks pregnant, that was, as soon as she’d known he was a boy.  But she hadn’t been so ready with this baby.  Naming the baby would make her more attached, and she didn’t want to make it even harder on herself if she lost it.

The thing was, there was less than three months until they’d be greeting a little baby for sure, and she could come sooner than that.  And…Rosaelia had some sort of idea.  She just wasn’t sure if it was a good idea, though.  It had been on her mind since she’d first been pregnant with Antonio, and now it was especially present as she thought about naming a little girl.  Julia’s namesake had already been honored once in a clothing line Rosaelia had developed…but.

“My middle name is Isabel.  After my grandmother.  Mamá said it means perfection.  Funny, isn’t it?  She’d think I’m far from perfect now.”

Of course, if Julia were here now, Rosaelia wouldn’t even be having this baby.  But she also wouldn’t have wanted Rosaelia to name the baby after her.  “Give her a special name.  Don’t name her after me,” she would’ve said.  But she’d departed from this earth thirteen years ago, and Rosaelia wanted to remember her.  Not that she’d ever forget her.

Rosaelia told Yoongi she was naming the baby after an old friend.  They’d be calling her Isabella.  Not quite Isabel, but close enough.  Rosaelia had had full intent of giving their daughter a Korean name as well, but Yoongi had insisted they give her Rosaelia’s own middle name.  Maria.  Isabella Maria.

So, it was decided.  They’d be greeting a little tiny girl named Isabella Maria on April ninth.  Or…somewhere around there.  Babies were rarely born on their due dates.

Rosaelia felt a bit heavier once they’d named her.  She knew that likely, this baby would make it.  But the knowledge that there was still an ‘if’ made her uneasy.

“Hey, Rose, what’s wrong?” Yoongi asked as they lay in bed one night.  He could tell she’d been uneasy for days – weeks, even – and he wanted to know what was up.  The only issue was that they never seemed to talk about their feelings, so it was a bit awkward broaching the subject.

She took a big, deep breath. “Just…what if we lose her?  She doesn’t even seem real to me sometimes.  I mean, I’m not carrying her, so how is she my baby, you know?”

He hummed. “I think it’ll feel very real when you’re holding her in your arms.”

Her eyes filled with tears. “What if it never happens, though?”

He thumbed at her tears. “It’ll happen.”

“But we lost Antonio.  We could lose her too.”

“We could.  We could lose anyone at any time, Rose.  We can’t dwell on that, ok?”

“Yoongi….”

“What is it?” he hummed.

“I don’t want to lose her.”

“We won’t.”

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By the time April rolled around, Rosaelia was much more confident in Isabella’s survival, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t insanely freaked out when Jasmine went into labor.

It was long.  Much longer than Rosaelia’s labor had been with Antonio.  And while Jasmine was completely fine with this, Rosaelia just spent hours pacing the hospital.  Jin had told her that everything was fine, and that Jasmine’s labor had lasted this long with her own son, Namu, so it was completely normal that it was taking this long.  Apparently.

It was nearly eleven pm by the time the tiny girl made her appearance, and she was loud about it.  This astounded Rosaelia.  She’d never heard a newborn scream before.  Maybe most parents didn’t like the sound of that, but to her it was a scream of life.  Isabella had made it.  She was alive.

Holding her a few minutes later was a completely unreal experience for Rosaelia.  Isabella was tiny, but she was nearly six times the size her brother had been.  Rosaelia finally understood the wonder of having her baby look at her.  And, strangely, Isabella was resemblant of what Rosaelia had thought Antonio would look like had he been born when he’d been supposed to.

She had Yoongi’s eyes, with the slightest crease over her eyelids.  She had his little nose too, but Rosaelia was sure her skin was a tanner shade than his was, and her lips were a touch too pouty to have been his.  She was the most adorable baby Rosaelia had ever seen, even more adorable than Antonio had been.  She had the blankest stare as she looked up at Rosaelia, but she was still so beautiful.

“Hey, look,” Yoongi chuckled. “It’s me.”

Rosaelia let out a soft laugh. “I never want to let her go.”

He laughed. “Maybe for just a few minutes so I can hold her?”

“Maybe….”

They’d be taking a little baby home soon, and it seemed surreal.  Isabella was really theirs.

This is part of the Dad!BTS series that can be found here

A/N: uh...so yeah this is finally getting posted. Honestly I started this months ago and thought it would never see tumblr

It would be greatly appreciated if you reblogged the story if you liked it!

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[fruitmins]

Agust Dad—Eight

➭ summary: Your a producer from another company that he happened to be collaborating with on his 2nd album D-2. At the release party— one drunk action leads to another, you do the worst thing you can do in the industry

➭genre: short series, pregnancy au, idol au, angst, dad au

➭warnings: fluff but then not fluff.., they cannot catch a break fr, rushed to edit this so might have mistakes

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note: i did NOT forget about this book believe it or not.. my parents have been on my ass about school and getting into a college. plus the motivation to write was just not there?? but i like this chapter and it’s a bit longer so enjoy (finally)🫶🏾 taglist is gonna be closed tho, sorry

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You step out of the hospital, feeling the cool breeze on your face for the first time in days.

You stop before getting into Yoongi’s personal car, taking in the world around you after days of spending time cooped up inside.

You take a deep breath, breathing in the fresh air. The whole experience these past few days has been exhausting, both physically and mentally but you're happy to finally be able to leave, and even more happy that you and the baby are both healthy and okay. You're looking forward to going back home, seeing the others, and just getting some well-needed rest.

And the best part of it all..

Yoongi is by your side. Every second you were in the hospital he was there and refused to go anywhere that wasn’t the toilet. It was heart warming, and it made you look at him even more differently. You didn’t want to say you were falling for his caring gestures and kind admiring eyes, but it was starting to get alarmingly similar. Even if he was showing concern it still made your heart flutter slightly.

And you put all the blame for your confusing feelings on him.

Even as he held your hand and guided you to his car and out of the private hospital you felt your hands starting to sweat as you pushed back any thoughts about gushing over it.

You managed to hold in enough sweat for him not to tease you about it before he lets go to open the passenger door for you.

Yoongi doesn’t take his time to start driving and head home. He can tell how tired you are from everything, glancing at you every once in a while as he tries to keep his eyes on the road.

"How are you feeling, Y/N?" he finally asks softly. You nod slightly, feeling relieved that the pregnancy is fine.

"Good," he nods, smiling gently. As if he can understand you without you even speaking. Sometimes you wonder if co parenting will be that easy. "Let's get home so you can rest properly."

You lay your head back against the head restraint as he drove them back to his spare home.

You look over at him, pausing and thinking carefully before opening your mouth to say something. You’re nervous to talk to him, but you quickly shake away your thoughts and tell yourself to act like an adult and not a school girl.

“Thank for being here, Yoongs. You could have flew the moment you found out you got a random woman pregnant..but you didn’t.” You say in a soft quiet voice. You needed to be an adult and give him his props. After everything that has happened he hadn’t once shied away.

Yoongi flinches slightly at your words, seemingly unprepared to hear them but he lets out a soft chuckle at the nickname, something you were starting to pick up from Harin.

"No, I couldn't leave you," he says quietly, his eyes fluttering. "That... wasn't an option." He states. You’re confused on what he meant by that, and almost ask him to elaborate but think it’s better for your feelings and sanity if you just left it there.

He looks at you for a moment, his expression turning to a small smile. "I'm glad I could be here to support you."

He gives a small sigh, looking towards the road, the sunlight shining through the windshield. He looks like he wants to say more but holds it back. "You should get some rest." he says softly after a while of comfortable silence, his voice gentle.

“Okay.” You say with a small smile, turning your head away from him you tired to get as comfortable as you could in the car.

Your head slowly starts to droop forward and you begin to doze off. It doesn’t help that he is driving extra slow and extra careful, some soft music (of course BTS) playing on a low volume that sends you to sleep.

"Y/N... wake up..." you hear Yoongi's voice, and you open your eyes. You're suddenly back (to his) home and Yoongi is gently shaking you awake.

Yoongi lets out a soft chuckle as he notices your sleepy expression. “That probably felt like three minutes but I promise you it was at least fifteen. I even went around in circles to buy time.”

“Oh, thanks..” you say with a weak chuckle and a small yawn as you slowly unbuckle my seatbelt and exit the car and slowly enter the house with him.

“Surprise!”

You flinch in shock and surprise when the first thing you hear once you open the door are screaming voices. Your eyes are wide as you come back to life and analyze the situation in front of you.

There’s the rest of the members and Harin stood in the living room. You feel tired, both physically and mentally, but you're happy to see the banner, the decorations, and the cake.

Yoongi who is next you let out a soft chuckle, “Guys you didn’t have to.” Yoongi says, shaking his head in slight disbelief as Harin speed walks up to you to give you a tight hug.

You can already feel yourself getting emotional, but Harin’s hug just adds salt to the wound. “Girl, why aren’t you on your honeymoon?” You ask with a small chuckle, trying to hold back your hormonal emotions.

“Like I could relax while you were in the hospital.” She rolls her eyes at you and you just hug her tighter. “Jin felt the same way..” she adds, rubbing your back for comfort but her statement just makes you more emotional. Of course Jin would feel guilty about it.

It felt like for the first time in a while, you felt like you were liked, maybe even loved. You felt like you fit in with the boys and Harin, despite the awkward situation and how you met them. They didn’t judge you, and they genuinely cared about you.

Someway, somehow, despite all the chaos you just went through. You felt at peace.

After a few hours, they leave, and you're left to clean up the mess they made. You’re not mad at it though. It was nice chatting and eating with the group after being in the hospital for days. It was a nice distraction, and your only distraction since Yoongi still has your phone. Even though it could be seen as controlling, you know he’s just protecting you from the media. You feel crazy for gushing about the fact that he held your phone.

You take a deep breath and start to pick up, your hands moving automatically as you focus on the cleaning. You’re exhausted, your moves slow and sluggish. And Yoongi seemed to notice from the kitchen as he washed a couple dishes.

"Y/N..." he says gently, setting down the dishes and moving over to you. He gently takes the broom out of your hand and places it back where he found it.

"Sit down, I'll take care of it." he says softly. "You're obviously very tired.” He says and you’re about to object and reach for the broom but he holds out his hand and stops you.

Yoongi pauses, watching you for a few moments before he walks up behind you and takes the broom from your hands. "It'll be faster if I do this," he replies gently.

"It’s my house, Y/N.” Yoongi says softly with a small chuckle. Yoongi looks at you sympathetically, and you realize how exhausted you are.

“Alright, fair point..” you mumble, giving him one last look and he gives you a small reassuring nod. “Goodnight.” You say to him and responds back as you go to the master bedroom.

You gently close the door and pick out a change of clothes before settling down in the bed. Your muscles relax against the softness, letting out a breath as you immediately start to drift off to sleep.

You don’t know what time it is when you wake up, but you know it has to be late at night because when you open your eyes your met with nothing but darkness and silence.

You get up to use the bathroom, your blatter getting the best of you as you waddle to the restroom.

You don’t notice the slight vibrations as you pass the living room the first time, but you do the second time when you exist the bathroom. There’s the sound of soft buzzing and a quiet ringtone in the silence. It takes you a few minutes before you fully process that the ringing is coming from the living room. Then you realize it’s your ringtone from your phone. The phone you hadn’t seen in days.

You get a dreadful feeling in your stomach as you make your way to the living room. The last time you checked your phone this late, you ended up in the hospital. But still, you slowly move to the living room.

It's dark, but you see the outline of Yoongi on the couch. After a moment you notice that there's a thin blanket wrapped around his shoulders and a pillow beneath his head.

You slowly approach him, trying not to wake up. He looked so peaceful as he slept. You smile softly at the sight. You couldn’t imagine what this was doing to him and his career. You almost felt sorry for him..

You snap out of your daze as you hear the buzzing again, turning to see your phone on the floor charging a couple steps away from the couch.

You step to your phone, taking it off the charger and tiptoeing out of the living room so you didn’t wake Yoongi. He looked like he needed the sleep.

You squint from the bright screen, not really looking at the caller ID before answering.

“Hello? Y/N?”

A voice answers before you can even greet them. The oddly familiar voice makes you physically flinch, a whole new wave of emotions and memories washing over you.

“Mom?”

You hadn’t heard the voice in a year, but you know good and well that it’s hers. You remember the way she picked up the phone and immediately started talking, asking, demanding for money. That’s the only reason she would ever call, until you finally had enough and told her to stop.

So why was she calling? Especially at this time of night?

You get a terrible feeling, your breathing getting slightly heavier as you speak into the phone. “W-Why are you calling this late? Why are you calling at all?” You question, the sleepiness almost entirely gone.

Your mother clears her throat, her annoyed and stressed tone coming through the phone.

"Y/N, you haven't picked up any of my calls or texts for the past few days," she says firmly, her voice filled with a bit of anger that you remember all to well.

"I was worried sick, thinking you had gotten hurt or worse!" your mother continues, her words quick and clipped. You immediately know it’s a lie, because she had never cared about you before. Your whole childhood she’d flip from being the most loving parent in the world to wanted your head dead on a stick. But she was the only parent you had, so you stuck with her until you moved out.

"Especially since everyone on the internet is saying that you’re pregnant with some idols baby.” she adds.

There’s a long pause.

The crickets outside fill the silence as you take a minute to think.

“Mom..how do you know that?” You ask slowly and carefully your heart slipping a beat as you think back to that terrible night. The last thing you can remember are people seeing some of your face in the video. They couldn’t have learned your identity. And if they did, why didn’t Yoongi tell you the second you woke up in the hospital?

“Hunny, everyone knows you’re pregnant,” your mother continues, her voice still filled with annoyance. “It’s trending right now on the internet, and everyone knows who you are.”

You can almost hear the smile in her voice, the way your mother always gets smug when she’s right. “...Y/N, I’m disappointed that you couldn’t tell me as soon as you found out.”

She sounds almost disappointed, like she feels betrayed by you in some way. But your to frozen in shock and fear to yell at her. Of course she would break no contract and call. She found out you were in ‘relations’ with a millionaire. Money.

Your phone shakes in your hand in fear. This whole time you were trying to keep it private, to have a normal life despite everything. And it’s all coming crashing down. You realize that your phone wasn’t just vibrating because of the call,

It was because you were getting hundreds of texts and inbox messages. Even as you shook your phone was going off, notifications from every social app you owned.

“I-I gotta go.” You say, going to twitter, only to see that your mom was right. As much as you hated to think that.

You look at the Twitter feed, your heart sinking as you see all of the pictures floating around. Your full name, your pictures, where you go to school... it's all there. For at least 24 hours.

You don’t know how, but people managed to use the clip and used face recognition to find out who you were. What was worse was that old coworkers and classmates were also speaking up and saying it was you. Your full government name was on the internet. They managed to find out where you went to school more hidden pictures of you on the internet.

You feel a tear roll down your face as you try to contain your emotions. It feels like the end of the world.

And what makes it even worse is that Yoongi didn’t tell you.

Yoongi knew, and he didn't tell you. He kept this secret from you. A secret you needed to know.

Your mother's voice filters through the phone in your hand. "Go? Why?"

"Mom, I have to go," you say again in a whisper, your voice choked up with tears. "Don't call here anymore." You don’t give her time to respond before hanging up.

You can feel your breath quickening as you try to make sense of everything that's happening.

You start to shake, your heart pounding against your chest as you struggle to stay calm but it’s difficult when you believe that your life is ruined.

You stare at your phone, trying to ignore the millions of notifications coming through. You don't know where to begin. You don’t know what to do.

Your steps are heavy as you move back to the living room, staring at Yoongi who was still asleep on the couch.

He knew the entire time. They all knew. And they welcomes you back with a party and cake. They made it seem like nothing was wrong and kept you in the dark.

Staring at his peaceful face, you no longer felt sorry. You felt betrayed.

One of your tears drop onto his face, causing his eyes to flutter before slowly opening. "Y/N..." Yoongi stirs when he sees you lingering over them.

He blinks a few times, still half-asleep as he groggily turns his head around and looks at you. He slowly sits up on the couch, rubbing his eyes and wiping away the tear on his cheek.

He realizes your the source of the tear, his expression forming into one of concern. "Y/N, you okay? Did something happen?" he asks quickly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You speak in a whisper, looking at him with my own glossy sad eyes.

“People found out who I was, a-and you didn’t tell me.” You try your best to sound strong but you can’t, mentally and physically.

Yoongi looks at you with small shock and confusion before his eyes shift to the buzzing phone in your hand.

"Y/N," he says, his tone filled with concern as he hears the shakiness in your voice but it’s clear he is trying to hold himself back from freaking out himself.

He pauses for a moment, seemingly not knowing what to say. "I was going to tell you." he says softly but that just makes you even more pissed.

“I was going to tell you,” he says again, more firmly and confidently. “But I didn’t want to overwhelm you and there wasn’t a good time.”

“There was never going to be a good time. That’s not an excuse. You should have told me!” You say, your voice rising slightly but it’s clear that you’re broken by the tone.

“Y/N, you just got out of the hospital. I wasn’t going to spring that up on you.” He says firmly but with a worried expression.

“I-I don’t need you to look after me. Not when your the reason for this mess.” You say, the words even sounding harsh to you the second they left your mouth.

Yoongi flinches, his expressions turning to shock as you say your words and you almost feel bad.

"Y/N... it's not like that," he says softly. "Please, don't say that.” He looks like he's about to say more, but you cut him off before he can.

“I-I think you should go home.” You say with a swallow, even though it’s pitch black outside. Nevermind it’s his house.

Yoongi’s eyes widen at your words, taken aback by them as he stands up from the couch. “Y/N, don’t be like that..” he says with a low tone, almost pleading.

He takes a few steps towards you, trying to get close enough to you to talk to you properly. “I had a reason, I promise and I want to be here for you. I'm not going to leave you alone... not when you need me the most." he says, the sincerity in his voice clear.

“You don’t know what I need because you don’t know me.” You say quickly and sharply, your breathing heavy. “Because despite the lies you told to the media you haven’t known me for years and we didn’t fall in love.”

There’s a long uncomfortable silence in the air as the two of you share your own looks of hurt.

“J-Just leave..” You mumble, looking away from him as you wipe your tears.

He's silent for a few moments in the wake of your words. He knows you’re right, and he knows that you probably need space.

"I suppose you're right," he whispers taking a small step back.

His eyes fill with regret and guilt as he stands up, turning towards the door. "I'm so sorry, Y/N."

With that, the door closes behind him, leaving you alone in the quiet house.

It’s silent as you try to get your feelings and thoughts under control. Your phone vibrates again in your phone and without even thinking, you chuck it at the wall.

Your phone breaks into pieces and you sit down on the living room floor, just looking at them as your heart slowly breaks with it.

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an assortment of daichi and tsukki moments/scenes because I care them 😌

#pixi reads hiq #pixi post #tsukishima Kei #sawamura daichi #this is mostly because they are my two favs and I really liked the scene where tsukki refuses camp #the anime didn’t have daichi give him the death glare which is a shame #but also I realized that daichi was kind of looking out for tsukki when he was getting tired in vs inarizaki #I think maybe that’s why daichi was the one to help in that last bout #anyway my hc is that even tho daichi is team dad he looks out for tsukki the most #while suga is always looking out for hinata

[ladyminange]

A Girl Like You 7

Pairing: Min Yoongi/Reader

Warning: Fluff/Angst/Smut (eventually)

Genre: Rapper/Daddy AU - Ex lovers

Wordcount: 4,904

Description: Although Min Yoongi was the love of your life he never seemed much interested in your relationship. Some day you decided you didn’t want it anymore. But destiny has its own words over your life.

Disclaimer: Thanks for your patience! It took me a lot of time in finishing and editing this chapter. I enjoyed writing and reading it a lot, so I hope you enjoy it. SPOILER: y/n and Yoongi finally...

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You didn't know how long you were with the finger over the send button. You read the message written over a ten times. Yoongi was you only option but there were so many contras. First, you didn't know if he would be able to spend many hours with Rosie at night. Surely she will be sleepy but what happen if she refused going to bed without you? You needed have a bed only for she urgently.

Second, though you avoided to think about, it was the "other night incident". It was about a week since Yoongi left your apartment after both of you made it out in your kitchen and your communication was restricted only to exchange messages about Rosie and some photos from her. Asking him babysitting her would be a big step you didn't know if you would take. Or maybe it was fear about he refusing your call in. There were a lot of things that, in your imagination, he surely had to do that night.

But you ran out of options. The Saturday Night Sale was the biggest event of the semester and you couldn’t not to go. Also Jungkook would be there because his illustrations were such a success and that night he'd brought some to sell in advance exclusively for the event. The problem was that your "thing" with Yoongi had occupied your mind the last days and you forgot about the date absolutely.

With a twitch in your guts your finally pressed send. You were seating in the couch of your apartment when your phone vibrated a couple of times. Yoongi's answer was quick and simple:

[Yoongi]: Of course I can! [Yoongi]: Let me know what time I have to be in your apartment. [Yoongi]: Can I brought hot chocolate?

You couldn't help but smiled with the last question. He, who at the beginning complained for the amount of sugar that the girl ate, was thinking in spoiled her with some treats.

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Jess was kinda obssesed last days trying to find out who was the woman that took Yoongi from her. She was surpised with herself with this mania, because she didn't Yoongi back. She only needed to realize why that girl was better, at least to the ex boyfriend's eyes. The true was her bruised ego made she started doing stupid things, such as stalking all the social media of him.

The task was hard: Yoongi only posted things related to his work: pictures from his studio, chunks of new songs, selfies with musician he colaborated. After a entire afternoon she found anything. Tired of that no sense she started to think in the Night Sale event of Jung Hoseok's art design shop. A guy from the model agency crew suggested it was the place where she could find the ideal present for his ex boyfriend birthday. The memory of the celebration in her apartment made her a little nostalgic. However Jess tried to shake off that thoughts of her head. She only have to focuse in the event and think in the appropriate outfit. She was Jess Wang and she needed to look perfect.

She never imagined that decision would solve her investigation. Aiming to find out how the people dressed in the past events she decided to look for in the Hoseok's Instagram. That was she found the picture. It showed Hoseok with a little girl in his arms. She was about three or four or five -she was very bad calculating children age- but despite the panda makeup she recognized the round cheeks, the almond black eyes and, of course, Yoongi besides her. And a woman looking his ex boyfriend with a big smile in his face. Surely he didn't notice her gesture.

Jess recognized you face but she didn't remember when and where she met you. Not in her work neither Yoongi studio, although she didn't visit that place often. She decided focusing in her outfit again and walked to her walking closet, although the photo etched in her mind. Suddenly she remembered: the girl who attended her in Hoseok's shop. A rage invaded her when she recalled your kindness and willigness to find the perfect present for Yoongi. She looked back on the happiness in Yoongi's face when he opened the box. Jess felt stupid. And there are few things more harmful than a woman with a wounded ego

"She is normal", Taehyung said to her. "I mean, she is pretty but not beautiful. She has an ordinary sense of fashion. Definitely she couldn't compare with you", he added.

Jess went to the event with one of photographer of the agency. Kim Taehyung was handsome, stylish and fun. And he liked her. She realized it many time ago. He dated other girls, obviously, but there was always a certain chemistry between them. That's why he was the perfect wingman for the night.

"But Yoongi chose her. She replaced me with her", she complained.

"In fact he didn't replaced anyone. He knew her before you. Also he doesn't recognize the difference between what is beautiful and what is not", he explained.

"I know. I totally agree with you. But I'm very pissed with his choice!", you exclaimed.

"Jess, he's not for you. I never understood what you saw in him. He doesn't even know how to dress" -he paused to take some air- "what's the thing with those baggy clothes? I really hate his big pullovers and the ripped wide legs jeans", said Taehyung wrinkling his nose.

"Yeah you're right. But that's exactly what bothers me", Jess pouted.

"I knew that look. What bad thing are you planning?", he asked her smiling.

"I'm thinking in something. However I let you know only if it's successful", she replied with a mischievously spark in her eyes.

****

You opened the door and took off your heels quickly, groaning while you massaged your feet. You found Yoongi sat in the couch while was looking at the phone. He was with the headphones on and you noticed a total silence in the apartment. You frowned and walk to Yoongi trying to find out where Rosie was. When he noticed you he jumped.

"Shit! You almost killed me", he said while he was taking off his headphones. "I thought you would let me know when you were coming", he added.

"Where is…"

"Sleeping. We drank hot chocolate and then I told her some weird tales I invented. She laughed until she got tired enough to fall sleep", he informed you.

You sighed and noticed he was glaring at you with an amused smile.

"You thought I was focused in anything but our daughter", he replied at your expression. "But not. I had everything under control", he said stretching his arms up.

You fell onto the couch besides him without thinking. You were so tired and let out a deep breath.

"Did you eat something?", he asked you. You noticed some worry in his words and smiled. For a moment you forgot all the sexual tension between both of you. Indeed, you almost forgot he wasn't your boyfriend nor your husband and that he was dating the famous model you met some hours ago.

"I picked up bites of everything. Jungkook wanted to go eat but I prefered came early", you smiled at him, "but I think a cup of tea would be nice". You were standing when he stopped you.

"Stay there. I will prepare you one". Yoongi stood up and went to the kitchen corner.

You heard the sound of your electric kettle and closed your eyes. You were exhausted and when you felt the smell of the tea leaves you smiled.

"Here", Yoongi brought you a mug a moment later.

"Thank you", you grabbed it with your both hands. "And for you?", you questioned.

"I'm ok. I have an overdose of sugar so I can't eat or drink anything more", he laughed showing his gums.

You loved his laugh. His eyes got smaller but they sparked as he was sending tiny stars around him. It was irresistible and you gathered all your strength to focus only in your tea.

"Put your feet here", he suddenly said.

You looked at him and open your eyes wide when you noticed he was taping his lap. You tried to refuse but he surprised you when grabbed your mug and put it over the coffee table.

"It's not necessary. I'll shower before to go to bed to ease the pain", you uttered.

But he didn't obey you. He grabbed from your ankles and put your feet over his lap as he asked you. You squealed softly grabbing the hem of your dress. You cheeks got red when he started to massage your sore feet.

"Yoongi… ", you whispered.

"I did this many times. Do you remember? When you had those long shifts in the pub on weekends", he remembered.

The true was you completely forgot about it. Yoongi did care of you many times, indeed. There were some details that were only for you. That's why you didn't understand his comings and goings. That's why you always waited for him nevertheless the things you brother and friends told you.

Yoongi's hand were soft but firm and they were able to alleviate your tired feet. You almost forgot how uncomfortable was putting on heels.

"It's working, isn't it?", he told you. You only nod wishing he didn't stop. You felt like a cat about to purr.

"I broke up wtih her", his raspy voice brought you back to Earth.

You ran out of words.

"What did you do?", you said finally.

"I broke up with Jess. I told her everything about you and Rosie", he answered.

You noticed him glaring at you. His smile was vanished and his stern eyes was looking back at you as he was waiting for your response. Thousand thoughts flooded in your mind. Yes, you were thinking about both of you during whole week, saying to yourself that it was neccessary did not trespass some boundaries, but it never occurred to you that he would broke up with Jess Wang. Suddenly a dark idea crossed your mind.

"She… she was at the gallery tonight. Did you told her who I am?", you asked fearing the answer.

"No. She didn't even ask much about Rosie. I only said we dated some years ago", he replied you. "Did she tell you anything?", he asked.

"No, I barely spoke with her. But… Yoongi I didn't expect this. I mean, if this is because happened the other night, it wasn't necessary", you explained.

"Yes, it was", he said.

Suddenly you realized he never stop his touches. But there weren't a foot massages. He was caressing your naked calves. You felt your cheeks burning and when you looked at him again you noticed his breath over your mouth. He was nearly kissing you, but it seemed he was waiting for your permission. You looked at his lips and he knew it was a yes.

You wrapped your hands around his neck and he grabbed you from your thighs putting you over his lap. You kissed fiercely, very hungry for each other. At the time you forgot that your child were sleeping in the next room and you need to be quiet. He pulled your lips away and started to kiss your neck. You breathed deep when he bit your earlob.

He grabbed one of your legs and put you over his lap with the open legs. Then he stopped his petting and glare at you.

"I need to ask if it's okay", he whispered over your lips.

"Yes, it is", you answered bitting your lower lip.

You didn't know if it was your words or your action but he attacked your lips like an angry cat. His hands were running over your thighs and grabbed the hem of your dress. He pull it over your head and contemplated you in underwear in front of him. God, your body weren't the same like years ago and certainly the maternity left marks on your skin. But you seemed more gorgeous to him. Your breasts were bigger and your tighs were wider. That made him crazy. He grabbed your hips with one hand while his long fingers were traveling over your skin until he met the button of your bra.

You anticipated his movements and stopped theirs to pulled off his black oversized t-shirt. You gazed at his face rounded by his disheveled blonde hair. You looked at his eyes and felt proud of yourself. Despite you felt stupid when he played with your feelings, you always felt empowered when you had sex with him. You barely noticed he unbuttoned your bra and when he was caressing your nipples with his thumb you moaned trying not to be noisy. You released your hand from his torso and grabbed the back of the couch, fingers tucked in its edge when he started to lick your breast. The wet flooded your inner walls while your arouse was taking the control over your whole body. Yoongi felt the hotness of your skin and chuckled with the knowledge he still had that effect over you. However his excitement was as big as yours. Your body was like an open book to him. He had read him so many times that knew by heart all of its corners and the spots who provoked you.

You felt his buldge under your core and unbuckled his belt to help release it. But when you were unzipping his jeans he stopped you. You scowled at him and he released your breast biting your nipple before.

"Easy, girl. Let me enjoy you. It's been a while", his raspy voice turn on something inside you. A surprise because you thought he had activated all of them.

"Don't tease me", you complained.

"I don't", he replied while was licking your stomach. He grabbed your ass cheeks and squeezed them.

"Liar", you said trying to surpress another moan. Keeping silence became more and more difficult.

He caught your mouth with his and started to lower your panties slowly. An urgency appeared in your mind while his tongue was running all the corners of your mouth. You gathered some strength and pull him away. His coal eyes watched you in confussion.

"We need a condom", you whispered.

His eyes widened. Is he having some of them in his jacket? Surely there were in the glove box of his car, but going to the parking lot in that very moment would be a cool down.

"You weren't on the pill?", he asked hopefully.

"No", you replied.

"Fuck! Let me see if in my jacket…"

"There are some in the bathroom cabinet, behind the tampons", you told him. He raised an eyebrow to you questioning.

"We don't want more Mins in this world, right?", you uttered.

He lifted you by your hips and put over the couch. You heard him rummaging in your cabinets and chuckled imagining his rush. He noticed your amusement while he was riping the package and let the condom over the coffee table. He turned to you and pushed over the couch, positioning between your open legs. He lifted them one at a time to pulling off your panties. Then he grabbed your knees and started to kiss inside your thighs closing to your core. You moaned again that time gripping his hair. He shut your mouth with his while he was sliding two fingers inside you. The touches sent jolts through your body.

"How you say the other night, we need to be quiet", he shushed in your ear.

You only nod, unable to articulate a word.

"You're so wet, girl. Ready for me?", he asked you, pure lust in her voice.

You nod again. But that time he complained.

"Say it. I need hear you", he claimed.

"I'm ready, Yoongi", you admitted.

He pulled his fingers and put them in your mouth. Both of you licked them ath the same time while he watched you. Then he stood to undressed his jeans and boxer and put the condom in his dick. He grabbed one of your legs and put it over his lower back. He kissed you again while he was sliding into you to avoid your moans sounded loudly. He love the noisy you were but at the moment both of you can't risk your daughter awake in the middle of the night and caught you having sex in the couch.

You let out a cry when you felt him inside you. It have been a while since you were with a man. Although that man was Yoongi himself your walls needed to adjust to him.

"It hurts?", he asked you with a bit of worry in his ebony irises.

"No, it's okay. Just keep going", you said.

He obeyed you although he tried to be careful. At the beginning his thrusts were slow but it were more exciting than quicker movements. You bited back a moan and your breath hitches. You cupped his face and watch into his eyes. God, he looked so hot between your legs. You circled his waist with your both legs while he was increasing the pace of his thrusts. You squeezed his shoulders and bit your lip trying to keep your moans at bay.

"Fuck, you feel so good", he groaned. Beyond belief you were able to smile with proud. For that moment he was only yours. He was your man.

You reached his mouth and bit his lips. It was a wild thing you loved to do and you knew he enjoyed it although the other day he'd complained for his swollen lips.

Heat was raising in your living room. Noises from your bodies colliding over the couch were the only sounds which could be heard. You started to melt slowly anticipating your orgasm. You seized him harder no matter the bruises that appeared in his pale skin after.

"I'm so close. Keep going, please", you pleaded.

The words were an invitation and he thrusted you harder. Yoongi felt your jolts and your back arching. He kissed you again to shushed your last scream. Then he kept moving until a couple of groans marked his own orgasm. You felt his cum filling you and he slowly sliding away. Both of you panted while you were trying to accomodate in the tiny space.

He put one of your leg and the half of your body over him. You closed your eyes and breathed deep to move the dizziness away. Suddenly Yoongi's hand were caressing your back. You chuckled faintly over his chest while you were listening his heart beats. They were recovering his normal rythm and it seemed to echoed his raspy voice.

"What", he shushed in your ear.

"Nothing", you murmured.

"Tell me", he insisted, patting your back.

"Nothing… I just was…"

"Remembering the good old times?", he joked.

"Something like that", you replied smiling.

For a moment both of you kept in silence. You cuddled in his chest and he moved his long fingers over your warm skin.

"Do you want something to drink?", your voice resonated in the room.

"Water, please", he asked you grogily.

You put on your dress and walked to the sink to fulfilled a pair of glasses. Meanwhile he put his boxers and his t-shirt and when you came back you find him sitting in the couch. He took one glass from your hands and gulped its content.

"Someone is thirsty. Maybe too much exercise?", you made fun of him.

"Careful because I know how to shut that big mouth of yours", he took your chin and gave a peck in your lips.

It was too much exercise, indeed. He couldn't remember when it was the last time he and Jess had sex. He calculated more than a month, or maybe since he found out about Rosie.

You leaned your head in his shoulder. He wirlsed a damp strand of your hair. You kept in silence again, both just enjoying the moment. Until you felt the need to go to the bathroom, clean yourself and go to bed. You'd have a part of your soul to sleep intertwined with him but Rosie was expecting in your bed.

"I have to go to the bed. If you need the bathroom you can use after me", you said standing up.

But he grabbed your waist from behind tucking his nose in your hair.

"Not yet, please. Stay a bit more", he pleaded and how you could refuse?

****

You woke up late. It was Sunday, the alarm didn't ring and your body, and sore core, knew that it was allowed to relax. No matutine hurries neiher Rosie's complaints for having to left the bed early. The sunlight illuminated the room and forced you to open the eyes. Just in time because your little girl was starting to wake up. You smiled at her lightly.

"Hello beauty", you greeted her.

"Hello mommy"

You holded her and attacked her with kisses and tickles. She giggled and screamed until she was exhausted. You released her ruffling her hair.

"Do you want breakfast?", you asked.

But before she nodded in affirmation you remembered Yoongi. You jumped from the bed and got ahead Rosie. You panicked just thinking the little girl would discovered his "friend" sleeping semi naked in the couch. You opened the door and looked at your living room but he wasn't there. You walked to the couch and noticed the blanket were folded over it and the cushions back in their position. You frowned while some queassiness started to brew in your stomach. It was obvious, you thought. He ran from your side just when he got the chance.

Rosie was running to you, a bit worried.

"Mommy, what happened?"

Her voice backed you to the Earth. She was the most important thing in your life, not the stupid man who deceived you. Again.

"Nothing, don't worry. Let's make some breakfast", you said trying to smile.

However all your efforts vanished when you open the kitchen cabinets. You were ran out from almost everything. All the week was a chaos and you forgot to went to supermarket completely. You took a deep breath and thought that Sunday was becoming a little hell. You cursed yourself for your limitless stupidity. How you did end believing in Yoongi again? How was he able to coax you and made you forget you haven't food in your house? You had a child, for God's sake!

"Yoonyiii!", Rosie call made you jump. Your heart stompped when you saw the blonde hair man putting some bags over the kitchen aisle.

"Morning little girl! How are you doing today?", he told her poking her nose.

"I'm hungry. Mom haven't made the breakfast", she pouted.

"I brought the breakfast, so Mommy don't need to made anything", he watched at you smiling.

You looked at him back in disbelief. The queasiness in your stomach started to disipate. You bit your lip while he was putting over the table the breakfast for three of you: a coffee, a tea and hot chocolate; three sandwiches and a woman ginger bread cookie. He told Rosie something about it is alike her and she giggled. You approached the table and regret all the bad things you thought about him earlier.

"Sit. We are waiting for you and we are starving, right Rosie?", he looked at you curiously.

"Mommy sit", the little girl told.

Her voice made you reacted. You sat with them and grabbed the Rosie's cup before she did it.

"Careful, it could be hot", you warned her. She pouted but wait you stir the liquid and tasted it. You looked at her and with the corner of the eye to the man in front of you.

"With spoon, slowly", you told her while you were passing the cup.

Rosie drank a bit from her cup and then she attacked the cookie. You thought in said her would eat first the sandwich but you regret before said it. It was Sunday and a bit of relax in the rules couldn't do any damage. You felt happy but a bit nervous too. The scene was too ideal and you knew you had to be cautious. You bit your lower lip. Then you felt a soft kick in your leg. You looked at Yoongi surprised.

"Dont do that, please. You knew all the things that made me want", he said you with a mischievous smile.

You knew that stare, that smile, that subtle message. You felt your face burning in red. What was happening to you? You were behaving like a teen girl while a little tiny voice kept saying inside your mind "be careful".

"I thought you left early", you said him.

"I supossed you were thinking that. So I tried to hurry but the coffee shop was a bit crowded. I think because it's Sunday", he replied while he was eating.

When he woke up that morning the first thing he saw was the white ceiling of your apartment. At first he didnt recognized because he never saw it before. Some cracks crossed it and he frowned and thought that your home was not just little but a bit old too. He put the blanket over his head and roll to his side. He closed his eyes but he couldn't sleep. He smelled your scent still in his body. God! He haven't realized how much he have missed you all the last years.

Yoongi couldn't get sleep again, so decided to get up and tried to make some breakfast. It could be a good surprise if he woke up both of you with the smell of brewed coffee and fresh toasts. But when he opened the cabinets he realized there weren't bread neither milk nor cereals. He frowned and thought why you didn't have any of these. An idea popped in his mind and looked for your keys. They were over the kitchen aisle. He took them and left the apartment quietly. He didn't want any of you wake up.

You didn't reply him. True was you didn't find the right kind words to explain your assumptions. Yes, leaving the morning after could be a so Yoongi's behaviour but he didn't do it. So how you could explain to him that without sound hurtful?

Three of you devoured the breakfast. It was almost 11 in the morning and the last day (and night) left you very exhausted. And hungry. When you didn't go out you let Rosie spend some time watching TV. So Yoongi got Rosie off the high chair while you were gathering the breakfast remains to throw them in the trash bin. You were hearing the sound of Rosie's favourite cartoon show when some arms holding you from behind. You couldn't help but stiffened. Yoongi's movement was unexpected and for a moment you startled.

"What? It's me, not a burglar", he said in your ear.

You heard him chuckling while he gave a peck in your neck. He smelled at tangerines and wood. The same fragrance of last night. It gave you goosebumps and when you tried to step away he released you. You turned back and looked at him. He was smiling showing his gums. You smiled back. His eyes were glittering with joyful sparks. It was almost perfect, wasn't? For a moment you shushed your internal voice and laughed bitting your lower lip.

He approached to you and grabbed your chin. He looked at the girl sat in the floor watching TV with the corner of his eye and kissed you. You opened your mouth and welcomed his tongue. You knew that it would be quick but you needed that kiss badly. He pulled away and spoke over your lips.

"I told you don't do that. I can't resist it"

You smiled widely.

"Listen. I got to go now", he told you.

"Yeah, it would be the best. Jungkook gonna come to lunch with us today", you replied.

"Shit! So I have to hurry", he exaggerated.

"Idiot!", you pushed him a bit.

"We are talking, ok? I'll call you. Maybe we can meet tomorrow night to dinner or something?", he asked eagerly.

"Yeah, it could be", you agreed.

He hold your hands and squeezed them. Then he went to the little girl.

"Rosie, I'm leaving. Gave me a kiss", he asked while he was kneeling down her. She kissed his cheek and he poked her nose with the point of his finger.

"Bye, Yoonyi", she giggled.

You waited for him at the door. You opened it and he kissed you again. Briefly that time.

"I'll see you. Have a nice Sunday", he said before leaving.

You closed the door and walked to the living room. You contemplated to Rosie and smiled. She looked like his father very much. You smiled again. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach and some joy were filling your body. When you went to the bedroom to gather Rosie's clothes you heard her question.

"Mommy, Yoonyi is my daddy?"

You jolted and turned back to her with wide eyes.

"Why… why are you thinking that, girl?", you asked her back.

"Because he gave you a kiss. Daddys always kisses mommys", she explained without taking his eyes off the TV.

You just didn't know how to replied her sentence.

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Author: @deathbyyoongi​

Summary: Also pregnancy!au (reader is pregnant). This is so adorable and it was such a cute read!

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