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chimivx · 2 months

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pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Female!Reader (ot7 minus two) (vegas addition)

summary: Jungkooks secret listening party is full of surprises.

word count: 7400

warnings: 18+, adults doing adults things and talking about adult things, no explicit sexual content, drinking, mentions of miscarriage/pregnancy talk, IF I MISSED ANYTHING PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!

a/n: I was supposed to post this in the beginning of January. Apologies for the delay, been goin thru some things. Love you all. xo. This feels like an ending... But, I dunno... It also feels incomplete...

~ october 11th, 2023 ~

It took three rings for her to answer the phone.

Leaning over the bathroom counter, iPhone propped up against the mirror, your lips were pressed together firmly, an unreadable expression as Sunny’s bright smile popped up on the screen and fell within milliseconds, her pink glossy lips frowning. Behind her, palm trees and sunshine, a backdrop she’s become accustomed to, one she belongs in front of.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, squinting. Voices chattered in the background, a prominent one belonging to none other than Khloe Kardashian herself.

Taking a deep breath, you asked, “You’re filming?”

“No, having dinner with the girls,” she spoke fast, her eyes locked on you. “What’s going on? You okay? Dae okay? I can fly back.”

A small smile broke onto your lips. Nerves jittered in your veins, your heart beating a little faster than it should be. “We’re okay, just finished breakfast. She’s running around my room right now, she’s obsessed with Kook’s dirty ass song. We’ve had to listen to it everyday. Everyday, Sun. I hate it.”

“The Jack Harlow one?” she asked, and your grimace answered for you, making her cackle.

“First Seven, now this,” you said, teeth clenched. “What happened to sweet baby Jungkook?”

Sunny’s laugh sounded through your phone once more, triggering the pitter patter of little footsteps to come barreling into the bathroom door. “Honey, you’re funny, you know who changed that man.”

Your smile grew, shaking your head because you knew damn well who changed that man. Glancing to your right down at the floor, a two year old in pastel yellow footed pajamas was watching you, holding onto the doorframe with her little hands. There were messy pigtails in her hair, black as night, the skinny rubber bands slipping out after a good night's sleep. Eyes wide, the ghost of a smile on her face, she knew who you were talking to.

“Hi,” you said to her, and she giggled, her cheeks squishing her eyes like her fathers would.

“Dae?!” Sunny called, lurching forward in her seat. She excused herself from the table and hurried into whoever’s house she was at, walking into a hallway grander than your own. Your daughter’s lips parted, curiosity written all over the face she stole from your husband.

“Who is it?” you asked, keeping your eyes on the toddler as she walked toward you, wrapping her arms around one of your legs.

“Where’s my girl?” Sunny’s tone was eager, all she could see was the top of your head. Crouching down to pick Dae up, you propped her on your hip and grinned as Sunny gasped. “Hello, beautiful!”

Dae smiled, looking down at the phone, then looked at you, putting a finger between her little teeth.

“Say hi to Sunny,” you nodded, brushing leftover crumbs from breakfast off of her pajamas. “Tell her you haven’t brushed your hair yet today.” Another dramatic gasp came out of the phone, catching Dae’s attention.

“Baby, you tell your mother I blame her for that.” Sunny clicked her tongue. “You can’t even reach your hairbrush, it is not your fault.” She squinted at the screen. “She had those rubber bands yesterday, Honey, get them out!”

Dae was laughing, Sunny’s silly tone making her giggle in your arms, subsequently making you giggle along with her. “Dae,” you said softly after a breath, your daughter pointing her gaze at you. “Tell Sunny we’ve been really busy.” Your Californiacated best friend froze, her sculpted eyebrows furrowing a bit.

“Busy,” Dae said, copying you, her listening ears on full alert. Her little voice soft, smooth, the words broken as she tried to pronounce everything correctly.

“I’ve been gone for two weeks,” Sunny deadpanned. “How busy can you be?”

A laugh escaped you, Dae smiling back at you.

“Hey,” Sunny whined, “I’m over here, girl party, I want in on the secret,” she glanced around the room she was in, “I’m alone, promise.”

Your girl threw her arms around your shoulders, burying her head into your chest. Taking a look at Sunny, you laughed again at how smushed she looked on the screen, like she was trying to push her way through. Tapping your daughters back a few times where you held her, she perked up, still wearing a smile.

“Do you want to show Sunny?” you sighed, the nerves spiraling out of control.

“Show Sunny,” Dae said, drumming her hands on your shoulder.

“Show me what?!” Sunny cried from the phone.

A sudden deep breath shot through you. Dae, studying your form, placed a hand on your cheek, getting you to look over at her. You’ve seen the sparkle in her eyes elsewhere, in someone you’ve been without for a few weeks now. Someone you both had to say goodbye to, a day you wished to never have to relive.

She was half his, Dae was. Half Yoongi. A part of him you could still hold onto during these long months he’d be gone. It was never certain when you’d get to see him again throughout his service, but you held onto to hope that it was sometime soon. Especially now.

“I love you,” you whispered to your baby.

Dae, without missing a beat, whispered, “I love you.”

~ november 4th 2023 ~

Music played throughout the room soft enough to still be able to hear the person next to you speaking, yet loud enough to keep conversations private. Dressed in all black, flowing pants and a long sleeved bodysuit, you walked throughout the room with your chin held high, eyes searching the place for a familiar face. You’d come with Sunny, but she was stolen away from you the second you stepped in the door.

The night was alive, this venue buzzing with excitement and happy vibes as people who were both close friends or acquaintances of Jungkook came together to celebrate his brand new album, Golden. After listening to him, and watching him work on this project for ages, it meant so much to be able to be a part of this night. He was the last one to put out any solo music, meaning this was a celebration for the end of an era, and you were not ready for the start of the next one.

The one where you’d have to do life without any one of the seven boys around.

Greeting a few familiar faces, and a few new ones who just started to pay attention to you this year because of what went down in February, you moved throughout the room with a sprinkle of attention on you. During Yoongi’s tour that you were very much involved with, your daughter included, your entrance into the media world exploded. After February and the announcement, of course word of his family spread like wildfire, but the tour brought it all to life.

Now that he was gone the people who spoke to you tonight gave you the sympathetic half smile and nod, asking you how you and Dae were holding up without him. To each and everyone of them, you’d grin and shrug, letting them know this was no different than him being on tour, or him going away for work. Time spent a part was the story of your life. Especially after the last three years with your daughter.

Though, you weren’t going to lie, this go around the time a part was rough. You aren’t able to call him whenever you please, nor was he able to jump on a plane, or get in a car and come home to you whenever he felt like he needed just twenty minutes of your time. He truly was absent, and it sucked. Your two year old didn’t understand it, though she was used to her father being away. That much she got, but when it came down to not being able to see him through a phone screen as often as she pleased, she became a pouty mess.

Within the last month Dae has definitely become more clingy than you’d have wanted, but you knew that was just because she was having some big feelings that she didn’t understand yet. Both you and Yoongi prayed that this wouldn’t have a large impact on her and her development as she got older, her father being gone for such a chunk of time in her early years of life. You made it a point to talk about him every single day, play his videos, play voicemails he left you in preparation for this, listen to his music, and show her pictures of them together.

It wasn’t a worry she’d forget about him, it was a worry that she’d forget how he loved her.

The two of you had just watched a video of him talking to her before you left the house to come to the party, the clip leaving you in tears. He was in his office sitting in the leather chair at his desk, his hair messy over his forehead and his eyes tired. The weeks before he left were brutal for you both. He spoke to her with intention, repeating on and on how much he loved her, and how much he missed her, that he was proud of her and that she would see him very soon.

He tried his hardest to not shed a tear, but it happened anyway, and in true Yoongi fashion he laughed it off. After speaking to Dae he turned his words to you, knowing you’d be watching with her. He didn’t do this every time, he left other things just for you, so it was a complete surprise. As expected, your husband declaring his love for you, in front of your daughter, left you in tears.

But, the story of your life, right?

Smoothing your hands over your middle, smiling at a group of girls walking past you who had bowed their heads, you approached the bar, finding exactly who you were looking for. The boy dressed in all white towered over you, the view of his back from behind unbelievable. He stood next to Namjoon who was just as tall as him, but not nearly as wide. The maknae passed him a while ago.

Pushing between both of them, just below their shoulders, a smile pulled at your lips as they stepped away from you, then gasped once they realized it was you.

“Honey!” Namjoon cheered, slinging an arm around your back to give you a hug. Throwing both of your arms around his broad shoulders, you pulled him close and squeezed him, standing on your tiptoes.

“Hi,” you said quietly, pecking a quick kiss to his cheek. “Missed you guys,” you sighed, turning to Jungkook who waited patiently for his hug. “You’re all too busy now.” You barely had your arms around him before Jungkook was lifting you off the floor, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Kook!” you giggled. “Put me down, I’m fragile!”

“Fragile,” he laughed, following directions, making sure you were balanced in your black boots before he let go of you. “I’m so glad you’re here,” he smiled at you, one that was all too big.

“Me too,” you returned the smile and snatched his hand, giving it a squeeze.

“How’s the baby?” Namjoon asked, leaning against the bar with an elbow. Whirling around, you shot him a wide eyed look. “Dae?” His smile relieved almost every nerve that sparked in your heart.

“Dae,” you breathed. “She’s amazing.” The boys smiled, always happy to hear you speak of your daughter. “She’s… doing her best right now. We both are. She misses him.”

Namjoon pursed his lips and gave you the sympathetic nod so many other people have already given you. “Understandable,” he said. “It’s tough.”

“It is,” you shrugged. “But, we knew it was coming, so I’m… somewhat alright. It’s just hard to try to explain it to a two year old.”

A bartender sped by the back of the bar to refill glasses with Golden etched on them, placing down new ones for those who had just shown up, you included. Champagne bubbled in the glass that you were definitely heading home with. Jungkook grabbed two, holding one out for you to take.

“We’re not sad today,” he grinned. Glancing at the glass, you gulped and looked up at him.

“I’m not gonna drink, Kook,” you said quietly. Namjoon, already downing half his glass, perked a brow.

Jungkook nodded and turned toward the bar to place the glass down, but then froze, facing you without doing so. “Wait, hang on,” he said. “Where’s she at?” His eyes narrowed.

“Sunny?” you questioned. “Somewhere around here, I think-”

“No,” he cut you off, grilling you with his gaze. “Dae.”

A nervous laugh escaped you. “Kook, she’s not here.”

“Liar, where is she?” He did a once over of the room, his hardened gaze falling upon you again.

Rolling your eyes, you sighed, placing a hand on your hip. “She’s at home, probably begging Branson to play that god awful song you made about ejaculating on someone's face.” Behind you Namjoon lost his mind, nearly spitting out his drink. You shot him a look over your shoulder. “You’re not off the hook Mr. Smoke Sprite.”

Jungkook would have laughed if his jaw hadn’t fallen open in shock, a big ol’ smile behind it all. “She doesn’t like that song.” His whisper was laced with disappointment, eyebrows twisting into a knot in the center of his forehead.

Thinning out your lips, you nodded. “Loves it, Jungkook. She loves it.”

“Oh no,” he groaned, rolling his head back, taking a gulp of champagne. “Don’t let her listen to it, not my girl.”

“Now, whenever you feel like making a song like that ever again, you think about her,” you started to smile, knowing your words would make an impact. “You want someone to treat her like that when she’s all grown up?”

He scrunched his nose and pouted at you. “No,” he mumbled.

“Exactly,” you nodded once and took the champagne glass from him, taking a sip before stopping dead in your tracks. Processing your situation, Namjoon and Jungkook sandwiching you at the crowded bar, there really was no way for you to be sneaky about this. With the glass in your hand, you sideyed them both, a mouthful of champagne marinating on your tongue. Closing your eyes, you took a breath and accepted your fate, a stream of champagne falling from your lips back into the glass in your hands.

“I knew it,” Namjoon muttered. You could hear the smugness written all over his face. You gave him the quickest look without giving anything away, and turned to Jungkook whose face was screwed up, completely confused.

“Just drink it, Hon,” he laughed. “Dae’s home, you’re here to be you, you don’t have to worry about…” Voice trailing off, he paused and eyed you curiously. Then it all seemed to click at once. “Are you lying?” Testing the waters, he held in his jitters, but you could see it all building up beneath the surface. “You’re ly- Shit, no you wouldn’t do that… You’re… Honey, you swear?”

Taking a long deep breath, you placed your glass on the bar and shrugged your shoulders. He exhaled heavily, a single laugh coming out with it. He held his arms out at his sides, putting his own glass down, trying to gauge how you were feeling by your body language. Namjoons eyes flickered between the two of you, allowing you your moment before he stepped in.

“It’s, like… brand new. Really brand new,” you said, raising your eyebrows. “Sunny knows, but that’s it. I’m not trying to… get anyones hopes up.” Speaking carefully, like you were warning them, Namjoon was the only one to nod in respect for what you had said. Jungkook understood of course, but his heart always got the best of him first. “I found out three weeks ago, I’m barely two months in.”

“Holy shit,” Jungkook whispered, pulling you into his arms. He shared a look with Namjoon, one you thankfully couldn’t see, a slightly worried one. Laying your head on his chest, the chains he wore cold against your cheek, you closed your eyes and let his hands on your back soothe some of the anxiety you’d been feeling since you saw the two little lines in your bathroom back in October. “I’m so happy for you, Honey.”

“Thanks, Kookie,” you said, painting a smile on your lips. “I haven’t been able to say the words yet,” you admitted, pulling back from him. Hugging Namjoon who congratulated you quietly, you couldn’t help but laugh. “Thirty years old and I can’t say the words.”

“That’s okay,” Namjoon said, embodying the word empathy.

Letting his calm, peaceful aura bleed into yours, you bobbed your head. “It is okay,” you repeated, not allowing you to gaslight yourself. Averting your gaze to the bar you shrugged your shoulders once more. “I just hope I have the courage to say them to him.” The boys were quiet, focused on you, listening intently. “It’s a shitty time for this to happen, I think, but not in the sense that… Well, you know what I mean?”

“Course,” Jungkook said, brows pointed.

“It’s just with Dae already having a hard time, Yoongi having a hard time, me, myself having a hard time,” you paused to collect your thoughts, squinting down at the wood. “What we just went through not even a year ago? I am just freaked the absolute fuck out that I’m going to go through it alone this time.”

“You can’t do that to yourself,” Namjoon spoke with ease. “Don’t add any more stress onto this. Timing may not be ideal, but it never was for you guys. If anything… this is right on point.”

“Shit, Joon.” The words tumbled from your lips in an exasperated burst. Throwing your arms back around him, you held him tight. All it took were two simple sentences to almost flip your mentality completely. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

“I was totally thinking the same thing, by the way,” Jungkook said, making you smile. Turning toward him, he had his arms open waiting for you to jump back into them. Falling right into the trap, you pulled him close and kissed him on the cheek.

“I love you guys,” you said, grabbing both of them by the arm, giving them a small shake. “Keep it a secret, yeah? No telling boyfriends.” You narrowed your eyes and pointed at them playfully.

Namjoon lowered his head with a chuckle and raised his glass in promise. Jungkook rolled his eyes and took a large gulp from his glass. “What boyfriend?”

“Oh, come on,” you sang, tilting your head to the side. Jungkook settled his gaze on the party, eyes scanning the room with, you now notice, anticipation. “Kookie, don't do that to yourself.”

After another swig of his drink he twisted around to face the bar and smirked. “Promise I’m not a masochist… Even though he’s already got a song.”

“Hon-naaay!” Jimin’s high pitched, full of energy, singsongy voice flooded the air. Jungkook shot you a look over his shoulder as you pouted your lips at the same time.

Shooting your best smile at a now blonde Jimin you opened your arms, ready for him to fall into them dramatically as he would, but he stopped short. His own smile faded on his lips, to something soft while he looked you over, and it was like you could see the gears turning in his head. He held a glass of champagne in a Golden glass in one hand and the other found sanctuary on his hip.

“Hi, pretty,” you said in a voice you would use while talking to Dae. Jimin didn’t crack, he was honed in on you. Dropping your arms, letting them fold over your chest, you tilted your head to the side in question, though you weren’t sure you wanted, or were ready, for him to respond.

In touch with his femininity a thousand times more than the others, the way his eyes scanned over you flipped your stomach. Jimin, like a woman, moved through his day to day like he was in touch with the moon, being guided through life by the space being without even knowing so. He made it through his days subconsciously following the twenty-eight day cycle a woman's subconsciousness was wired to.

He figured you out with one look.

Taking you in his arms tight, his head laying on top of yours, he sucked in a breath and released it with his words. “Hi, pretty.” Leaning back a bit, your lips parted to say something, but Jimin took a finger to your jaw to shut it. Then, he tapped your closed lips once and shook his head gently. He didn’t need the words.

“Taehyung not attached to you?” Namjoon asked, sipping his glass with composure, his curious eyes flickering over to Jungkook a couple times.

Jimin pulled away from you and shrugged. “He was, he probably found something better.”

You weren’t positive, but you’re certain Jungkook mumbled, “Impossible,” under his breath.

“Sunny came with me,” you spoke up quickly to muffle anything else that would come out of the boy's mouth whether or not he had intentions of anyone hearing him. “He might be with her.”

Jimin’s eyes narrowed. “Mmm,” he hummed, shaking his head. “Don’t think so, she was hanging around Mingyu last time I passed her.” The name spewed confidently from his mouth, a subtle look of shock something you all shared, even Jungkook.

“Tell her she won’t have any luck,” Jungkook grumbled, having not turned away from the bar once. He hasn’t looked at Jimin since he arrived over here.

Swatting your hand at his shoulder with disappointment, Jimin gave him a somber look, the empath in him you knew was hurting too. Namjoon watched the scene ensue peacefully, waiting patiently for his moment to step in, if needed. They haven’t been a proper group for months, but that didn’t mean those dynamics were erased.

“Sunny is dating somebody, Kookie,” you said. “You know that. She wouldn’t ever hurt him.”

“Jin,” Jungkook said, finally turning around. “We can say his name. Jin. They may hate talking about it, but we can. Besides, he’s been away for so long now, bet she misses him. Not surprised she’d go for the biggest guy in the room.”

“Jungkook,” Namjoon chimed in, his glare one you never wanted to be on the receiving end of. The rest of the youngests second glass, that you’ve been around for, went down easy.

“I’m just saying,” he laughed to himself.

Both you and Jimin watched him in shock. Words like that, implying what he was implying, have never come out of Jungkook, nor has he ever thought them up before. The implication that Sunny would be untrue to Jin, that one’s partner being away for an extended period of time meant that everyone acquired, or wanted to act upon these thoughts.

“What does that say about me?” you asked, looking up at him, remembering the days of when he was a mere few inches taller than you.

“What are you talking about?” he shrugged sloppily. You could feel Jimin’s gaze watching you.

“I’ve spent more time away from Yoongi our entire relationship than Sunny has from Jin in the last year or so,” you said. “And I’m about to do it for another two-ish years.” Jungkook was silent. “In fact, until Jin comes back next summer, I’ll be without all of you. So, pick someone for me, Jungkook.” The boy didn’t move. “If we’re comparing sizes, who’ve you got?” A quick glance at Jimin. “Taemin?” A quick glance at Jungkook. “Jay?”

“From Enhypen?” Namjoon chimed in again. Cringing, you looked at him for a second.

“He’s a baby, nevermind,” you muttered.

“He’s also like, six feet tall,” Namjoon chuckled.

“Oh, I know,” you tapped Jungkook’s white jacket, “Your Seventeen boy can hook me up, it’s Jeonghan right? Always has longer hair? Think he’ll be into me?” Jimin held in a laugh, turning to keep it hidden. Jungkook sighed. “I’m married, I got one kid and another on the way, let’s see how well he plays daddy, huh?”

“Okay, I get it,” Jungkook breathed.

“Jeonghan’s got that broodiness about him, right Joon?” Glancing over your shoulder, the eldest in the vicinity nodded without entertaining you with a smile. “He’ll fulfill the stereotype, it’s perfect! Dae might not even notice it’s-“

“Okay!” Jungkook turned up the volume, a couple party goers looking his way as they passed by. “I’m sorry! Jesus Christ, Honey.”

Pressing your lips together you smoothed a hand over his shoulder and gave it a squeeze, leaning in toward him. “I get you’re hurting,” you said just for him to hear. “But you keep bleeding onto everybody else, and that’s not fair. I love you, but saying stuff like that will only hurt others. Imagine if Jin heard that. He’s been in love almost as long as you, Kookie.”

The way he looked at you put a knife through your heart. “How do I fix it?”

“A lot has changed in the last year and a half. Really fast, too.” Wrapping your arm around his, you held him close. “We’re all adjusting in our own way, it’s a really weird place to be in. I mean… I have to go home with Jeonghan now.” He cracked a laugh, thankfully.

“You guys would pair up nicely.”

“Kookie, hush,” you laughed, shaking his arm. “You’re both about to go through a bigger change, together. Even if you can’t be… together, at least you can be together.” You squinted, hoping any of that made sense to the twenty-six year old.

He started to nod, easing some of the tension settling within your chest. “I get it.” He looked at Jimin briefly, who had taken a spot beside Namjoon, the two whispering about who knows what, and you wonder if it’s related to what you’re talking about now. “I’ll be with him most of the time too, until we get to Hobi, so…”

Your eyes widened as his did. “Hobi,” you both groaned together, falling into giggles shortly after.

“You’re really gonna need each other if you have to deal with him,” you said. “He’s a drill sergeant in rehearsals, good luck with him in the military!” Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut, throwing his head with a laugh. “I only wish you guys would get to see more of Yoongi,” you said after a breath.

Jungkook met your eyes, then his gaze traveled to the party behind you, a small smile pricking on his lips. “We’ll still get to see him, Honey.”

Toying with a zipper on his jacket you shrugged and took a deep breath. “I know, but I mean… I wish he got to be with you guys the whole time. He was worried about…” Looking up at him you paused, pressed your lips together with a smile, then shook your head. “Nevermind.”

Jungkook didn’t push on the matter, instead he bobbed his head in understanding and then ushered you to turn around in his arms. “Surprise.”

If your heart had the possibility to burst into flames, it would’ve. Swelling within your chest, your heart rate skyrocketing beyond belief, you didn’t even have the means to gasp in utter shock. Frozen where you stood, Jungkook's hands slipping off your shoulders, the three falling into quiet giggles, you couldn’t process any of it.

Dressed in all black, down to the thick knitted beanie on top of his head and the sneakers on his feet, Yoongi, with Taehyung's arm linked in his, had the tiniest smile on his lips as he came toward you.

“I come bearing gifts!” Taehyung cheered, giving Yoongi a small push closer to you.

Words escaped you, your mind unable to string any letters together to say something to him. Instead, you tipped your head backward and burst into tears.

A laugh slipped past his lips. He knew that was coming. Following your lead, he waited for you, and when you opened your arms he fell right in, scooping you off the floor, burying his face in your neck.

“Hey! Careful, she’s frag-…” Jungkook’s voice tapered off quickly, his focus landing elsewhere, his lips pursed nonchalantly.

His words barely registered with either of you. There was very little anyone could say or do in this moment that would take away from the man you held in your arms.

Back on your feet you wasted little time, wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close into a kiss, one long and entirely overdue.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you whispered, pressing your forehead to his.

Yoongi’s gaze ate away at your face, his eyes studying you completely. “I wanted a drink,” he shrugged, and you smacked his chest with your hands, a smile corrupting you. He smirked. “Came to see my girl,” he cooed, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Don’t tell Jungkook.”

“He knows,” the youngest said from behind you. Yoongi laughed, and your heart was squeezed between your lungs, the beautiful sound warming your skin.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him, you couldn’t believe that he was standing here in front of you, holding you, kissing you, smiling at you. It’d been a month and twelve days since you last saw him, since he held your daughter, and that thought fueled the tears that fell.

A month and twelve days has happened before, unfortunately a couple more days longer than this, but it made that reunion all the more sweeter. Of course that was before Dae, before marriage, so it didn’t cut as deep, but it was still hard. Holding onto him now, knowing your daughter was snug at home in the house you built together, unsure if whether or not he was able to come see her, you felt the need to squeeze him tighter, like your grip around him would keep him stuck here forever, and they’d never be able to take him again.

Wiping the tears off of your cheeks with his thumbs, he kissed the tip of your nose and tried to twist you in his arms so you could both face your friends, but you wouldn’t budge. Laying your head on his chest as he tried to move, you heard him huff a laugh toward you trying to occupy the same space as him.

Your subconscious was screaming at you. The inner workings of your natural biology, your primal instincts if you will, were firing off like crazy, keeping you latched onto him. You needed him. And not in the way one would assume.

You needed his attention. You needed his care. You needed his protection, his energy, his love, his support.

Most reunions looked something like this, you and Yoongi unable to take your hands off one another, but this one was different. You were clingy, nearly shutting off your brain entirely because he was in the room and you didn’t need to do any of the thinking. The party became a distant noise to you, something you weren’t even worried about anymore, same for your friends behind you.

You felt Yoongi looking down at you, and when you tipped your chin up to meet his knowing gaze, the way you bat your eyelashes had him whisking you away to someplace quiet, a different room vacant of all people. He found a couch in the dimly lit room, a sitting area formed in front of a smaller, empty bar. Sitting you beside him, he smiled as you tried to crawl into his lap.

“Hi,” he whispered in the quiet, brushing his fingers over your cheek. Your arms found their way around his neck again.

Your gaze danced about his face, taking in every inch, every little imperfection, memorizing more so than you already have. “Hi,” you whispered back. The two of you watched one another for a minute, the music from the main party room thumping against the walls, laughter and happy chatter ringing just below it. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” he said without missing a beat. “Dae’s not here, right?”

Gulping, you nodded. “She’s at home,” you mumbled. “Can you come see her?”

Yoongi flattened his lips. “I dunno.”

Your grip around him tightened. “S’okay,” you tried to smile. “She asks for you everyday.” Tears welled in his eyes, ones he blinked away. “When we’re not listening to 3D she asks for your songs.”

“3D,” Yoongi groaned, rolling his head back against your arms. “Still?”

“Still,” you deadpanned, and once he caught a look at you, you both broke into a laugh. “I gave him a talk, don’t worry.”

Yoongi sighed, shaking his head. “Nothing gets through his head now, Park scrambled it all up.”

“Yeah,” you agreed. “They’ll be okay, though. I hope.”

Yoongi’s nod was solemn before he drug a finger beneath your jaw. “How ‘bout you? You okay?” The bad electricity sparkled in your veins, enough of a twinge to make you shift on his lap.

“I’m okay,” you said without an ounce of confidence. His smile was slick, his fingers dragging down the side of your neck now.

“Why you gonna lie?”

“I’m not,” your half shrug didn’t convince him.

Narrowing his eyes, his gaze somehow softened at the same time. “Honey,” he crooned, his voice like velvet. “Talk to me.”

“I’m…” You were hesitant, cutting yourself short right when the words were about to tumble out of you full force. He waited patiently. Swallowing the lump that lodged in your throat, hoping to ease the nausea that started to fester within you, you nodded, small, and whispered, “I’m pregnant.”

His expression didn’t change, didn’t falter, didn’t exhibit any signs of any other emotion other than patience. He only managed to whisper, “Yes you are.”

Your brows plummeted. “Who opened their mouth?”

Yoongi massaged the back of your neck with his fingers, sighing. “No one, Honey, it’s just…” he glanced between you, gesturing to how close you were to him. “You only get like this when you’re carrying one of my kids.”

Blinking, you purse your lips. “Do not.”

He laughed, bobbing his head. “Do to, it’s happened twice before.”

The words turned your skin to ice, Yoongi taking note of the utter fear that washed over you. Sliding his hand over the back of your head, he laid you on his shoulder, pressing his cheek to your forehead, taking a long deep breath. For a few minutes you both relished in the quiet, admiring the party from afar, the touch of one another enough to clearly communicate what you were both feeling.

Nobody knew what had happened in detail aside from Sunny and the boys. Branson knew bits and pieces, he was around for that week, helping to take care of Dae and the house if nobody else was able to. Not one of them talked about it. Even if you were to bring it up somehow, they didn’t linger on the topic long. It was for you and Yoongi to discuss, to share, to have. He was your son, you were the only two to ever know him.

“You don’t wanna know what I’ve thought about already,” you said. Yoongi gave your head a gentle scratch.

“Probably the same things I’m thinking right now,” he whispered. Looking up at him, his face still radiated patience, a calmness that radiated to you, though you could see the worries spinning inside his head. Curious about it all, you know you might not need to hear it. The one thought that gutted you both… He wouldn’t be here this time. “Mother fucker,” he mumbled, shifting his focus to you.

“Let me hear it,” you said.

“No, it’s just…” He collected his thoughts for a second, a laugh escaping him. “How is it this possible that we’ve got such… exquisite timing?!” He started to make you laugh. “You’d think by thirty we’d have it figured out, right? What’s wrong with us, babe!” Giggles galore. “At twenty-seven, the proposal planned, did it happen? Nope! Global pandemic and major surgery. Twenty-eight, my third album almost done, your projects lined up waiting for you, did they happen? Nope! We had a baby instead. Twenty-nine… You somehow say yes to marrying me. I think, finally, we’ll plan the wedding of your dreams. Did it happen?”

“Yes,” you chimed in, watching him in awe. He shot you a small smile with a wink.

“Thanks for that,” he breathed. “But, then the hiatus came, and the lawyers for the restraining order, and Dae turned one, and you were pregnant again, and I knew the announcement was coming after the Busan show, and…”

“And then we got married,” you said, sitting up to hold his face between your hands, delicately dancing your thumbs over his cheeks. “Saturday, November fifth. The most perfect day that happened a year ago, tomorrow.” He smiled, his cheeks squishing in your grip. “The trees were yellow, and orange, and bright and beautiful. The breeze held off until we finally kissed, making sure our guests were warmed by the sun before Autumn made an appearance.”

“Dae pulled the bow out of her hair during our vows,” he said, and you both laughed.

“She is her mothers daughter,” you raised your eyebrows with pride. “I warned Sunny, I really did.” His smile settled, eyes gleaming with a sappiness that tugged at your tears. “It was the most wonderful day, D. Everyone was there, even your little boy.” A sudden breath shot through you. “Then, yanno, Jin left, and we had a month or so to pull ourselves together before I was thrown to the wolves.”

“It wasn’t enough time,” he muttered, and you nodded.

“I agree,” you whispered. “But, we made it. And after Hobi left we went on tour, and fuck, D, talk about the most amazing three months.”

“That really was the best,” he grinned. “Having you both there with me, jeez.” A happy roll of his eyes made you smile back at him.

“Dae had more fun than either of us,” you scoffed.

“She sure did,” Yoongi said. “Remember the show Hope and Jin came to?”

“Of course I do,” you said. “That was the last one.”

“Yeah,” he breathed, a longing look spreading to his eyes. Questioning him with a small sound, he smirked. “It’s just… that show, that night… I thought, this is it. Thirty years of my life and I’ve got everything I’ve always dreamed of, everything I’ve always wanted, everything I could possibly need. You, Dae, the boys, Army… You.”

The tears were falling now, you could feel them.

“After everything we’ve been through, all that life has thrown at us- no, catapulted at us,” you both shared a laugh, “Onstage, I couldn’t help but realize, and recognize… Holy shit, we made it.” He wiped your tears, kissing your cheek. “And, I don’t give a fuck, Honey, we’ll make it again. And again. And again, goddammit. Unbelievably bad, shitty, fucked up timing is who we are. Since the start. July sixteenth, twenty fifteen.”

“A New York curb,” you whispered.

Yoongi beamed. “A dangerous New York curb,” he snickered. “Making people fall in love and shit?” A laugh came out of you within a breath, only Yoongi able to make you laugh and cry at the same time.

“Namjoon said something earlier,” you sniffled, taking his hands within your own. “Like what you just said, how the timing isn’t ideal, but that’s who we are. That this is right on point.”

Yoongi let your words sink in, let his leader's words sink in, comforting him the same way they did you. “He’s right. He’s always right.”

“Unfortunately,” you joked and he cackled. “The only thing that’s keeping me from going totally insane is knowing that by June Jin will be here. Regardless of what schedules he’ll be involved with, if any, he’ll be here. Accessible.”

“That makes me feel better, too,” he sighed, then licked his lips. “How… How far are you? Do you know? When did you find out?” The questions tumbled out of him at lightning speed, each answer you had for him getting lost between each one.

After a giggle, you said, “October eleventh, I found out. Dae was dancing around our room, she left me to do it all alone, the stinker. 3D is more important to her, I guess.” Yoongi scoffed. “I wasn’t feeling so good, thought it was just leftover nerves after you leaving, thought I was late for the same reasons, but when I checked I was really late, so I took the test just to be safe. There were no hopes up or anything, no nerves because I really didn’t think it’d be positive…”

Yoongi listened with intent. “Didn’t think it would be, or didn’t want it to be?” He asked you genuinely, no discomfort wrapped around the question at all.

“I kept thinking… if this is positive, then what the actual hell am I going to do?” He nodded, his hands holding you carefully. “We didn’t say what we’d do, because we didn’t think this would happen. D, we need to start putting together plans ‘cause at this point I’m starting to think you could sneeze on me and I’d get pregnant, and if timing isn’t our thing then we need to be prepared for it all.”

Swiping his thumb over your lips he smirked. “Where’s the fun in that?” Giving you the smallest kiss, he said, “We could plan out every last little detail, babe, and I can ensure you, somehow, someway, the universe would laugh in our faces. Loud.”

He was right. Even on the day of your wedding, the most planned out day of your life, things went askew. The birth of your daughter didn’t go to plan, that entire fiasco turned into a legitimate emergency. You could have every detail splayed out, even the fine writing between the lines, and life would find a way to toss the cue cards in the air, laughing as it did.

“This is a blessing,” Yoongi said, his voice shifting to something soft. “And, entirely on time for us, as fucked as that may sound.”

“It does make sense, doesn’t it,” you agreed. Sitting here with him, reviewing your lives, this brand new little one seemed to fit right into the insanity. The tiniest spark of hope ignited inside of you, one that you were nervous to share with your husband, but you were certain that he could feel it too.

You both wanted a second child, you wanted Dae to have a sibling, a sister or a brother. The two of you realized during your first pregnancy and throughout Dae’s first year of life that you wanted multiple, more than two. However, after the last year you were content with just one more. If there were anymore to follow, so be it, but this second one was a must.

Deep within both of you you knew that this child would be your third, and that would be something you held close to your heart for the rest of your lives, letting Dae and your future children know that they once had a brother who loved them too much that he had to find solace within the clouds, so he could watch over and protect his family.

Yoongi nodded, slowly, knowing exactly what was going through your mind. As a tear slipped down his cheek he threw his arms around you and rocked side to side, pressing a hundred kisses to your shoulder. His lips traveled up your neck, making you giggle, until they found your lips, kissing you slowly, drinking this moment up, the both of you wishing you could drown in it.

“An August baby,” Yoongi whispered, pulling from you with a breath. You smiled.

“An August baby,” you repeated. “The end of summer’s gonna get real busy for us.” Yoongi’s smile grew, it grew so big he had to laugh.

“Oh my god,” he exhaled, his words barely audible. He kissed you, and then he kissed you again. “I love you so much.”

Letting your hand fall down to his left shoulder, you gave him the gentlest squeeze, and smiled. “I love you too, D.”

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that january morning. // myg.

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

summary: This wasn't in the life plan. This wasn't anywhere near the life plan, but that night you got hooked, both of you, and stupidly have paid the price. Yoongi, still healing from his surgery, is about to make it his life's mission to get you through this.

words: 9k

warnings: THIS IS A MATURE FIC. 18+. SEXUAL CONTENT BELOW. theyre a little kinky. yanno, they make a baby. smut right under the cut. then after that it's just a little angst not really and straight love for one another.

a/n: HI! I have so many scribbles of this couple, I want to post them all, I'm obsessed with them. This thought came to me and I needed to write it, and I'm now deciding to post it because I've been sitting on it for too long. :)

{ read vegas, baby here to get to know this couple some more }

~ december 2020 ~

The beat from a song by a rapper Yoongi had just discovered was playing at a low volume, just high enough to be heard over the sound of both of your heavy breaths and soft sounds. He had been at his desk working, putting some things together for the future plans he had to help keep himself occupied. To say he was going stir crazy was an understatement. Yoongi had gone from living the most hectic life, to being told he couldn't do a thing. He was grateful for his procedure and the break, but he was addicted to his job and couldn’t ever find the willpower to stay still.

After eleven o’clock when he wasn’t in bed you wandered into his office and found him in the dark in front of his computer, eyes squinting at the bright screen illuminating his tired expression. On the desk beside his books sat his brace that he’d taken off, mentioning before how it was uncomfortable to have it on for too long. He was finally at the point where he was allowed to sleep without it.

Leaning against the doorframe you turned on the lights, but only a little bit. They had the ability to dim, and you didn’t want to startle him, so you opted for the gentle glow of the soft yellow light.

“You’ve been in here a long time,” You said as he looked up to you coming over to his side. Slipping a hand down the back of his black t-shirt you give him a gentle scratch and lean over to kiss his cheek. He closed his eyes at the feeling of your lips on his skin, sighing with comfort.

“I keep reviewing the same thing over and over,” He grumbles, “Butter concept’s done. There’s nothing left to do.” Rubbing your hand on his back carefully, you examine his screen of emails and tilt your head side to side.

“Hmmm,” You hummed, getting him to look up at you, “You could do me?” You whisper, turning your chin to meet his eyes that had gone from tired to full of life. A small smile was starting to grow on his lips, having you silently celebrating this victory because you finally got him.

The two of you have had sex three times since his surgery, which was impressive considering it’d only been about a month, but much like the change in Yoongi’s lifestyle, this was a huge change in your sex life. The three times in the month since his surgery was like a normal Saturday night in the past. The concern for your relationship didn’t bother either of you, you were practically married with how you lived your lives. You knew that a couple months of holding yourselves back from ripping open another couch cushion was not going to break your relationship.

Offering this to him now, knowing it was fully up to him, and seeing his eyes light up, you knew that was the green light. That’s how you ended up here in his lap, in his office, straddling his hips, riding him half naked where he sat in the large leather chair.

Holding onto the sides of his neck, fingers slipping into his hair occasionally, your parted lips met each time you bounced, keeping your pace slow, listening to him and how he responded. Both of your pants were on the floor, strewn somewhere when your lips were hot on each other. Neither of you needed much prep, that’s why you came looking for him in the first place, too horny laying in bed alone to think about anything else but his dick inside of you that you’ve been missing for a week.

“I’m not gonna last very long,” He whispers, catching your bottom lip between his teeth as he moans at the way you grind your hips in a circle against his. Chuckling under your breath, you dance your tongue between his lips and return the sound.

“Baby, I was halfway there when I walked in this door,” You raise an eyebrow and he laughs between breaths.

“Miss this,” He says, “Miss you…” Trailing off into a whisper, you pause for a moment to hold his cheeks to kiss him, for a long time.

“You don’t have to miss me,” You tell him, pressing your forehead to his, “I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.” Yoongi takes a deep breath, then catches your lips once again. He snakes his functioning arm around your waist, holding you tight, and lifts you as he stands up to your surprise. Doctors said no strenuous activity, and you were sure that sex was included, at least this kind was.

“Yoongi!” You giggle as he places you onto his desk, “You can’t do that.” You slide your hands around his waist, and up his shirt, dragging your nails gently down his skin, loving how it made his eyes flutter shut.

“I know, sorry, I just… Need to do this,” He holds you around your back as tight as he just was, and before you could question him you’re tossing your head back with a filthy moan as he starts to buck his hips into yours mercilessly. His body is flushed against you, his arm around your back keeping you in place while your fingers dig into his skin, clawing gently, but hard enough to leave scratches behind.

“Oh m’go…” You groan, unable to finish a word, “Yoon… Y…” He grins wickedly, watching you finally fall apart beneath him. Having you on top was godly, and he loved everything about it, but knowing that he was the one responsible for splitting you in two was his thing… this was what he preferred, and after you being on top the past three times, he was determined to make you cum this way instead. A reminder that he still had it.

“You’ve been such a good girl,” He praises, lips grazing your cheek, “So patient while I recover,” Lifting your head you look up at him with big, full eyes that drove him absolutely nuts. He was seconds away from bursting, but not before you.

“Miss the way I fucked you?” He asks, keeping his eyes on you. Somehow, his thrusts got faster. Yoongi lifts his knee to the desk to press your thighs open even farther, exposing you more to him, and with the new angle being able to thrust deeper within you if that was even possible.

“Yes,” You whine, “Fuck, yes, yes, yes…” You answer to the rhythm of his hips, your voice getting higher and louder, feeling the coil tighten and start to burn in your center.

“I love you so much,” He whispers, lips traveling to the valley of skin beneath your ear, sucking harshly before swirling his tongue over the mark he so proudly made.

“Fuck, I love you,” You say breathlessly, moaning aloud for him again, “Yoongi, I love you, so much.” His hips were pistoling into you relentlessly, the shrewd sound of your skin slapping now overpowering the music that had been playing. Each thrust was getting sloppier, his high catching up to him to his disappointment. For once he was comfortable having sex with you, and his body wanted it to end already.

“Y-your gon’ cum,” You whimper, eyes locked on his. He nods shamelessly making you smile.

“Where?” He asks fast, eyes going wide as you hook a leg around his waist and hold him tighter with your hands.

“Cum inside me,” You whisper, nipping his bottom lip, moaning as you kiss him. He could’ve fallen over if you weren’t holding him so tight, cumming inside you was rarely a request he received, and with the state he was in now it sent him straight over the edge. Hips pushing into yours with force, he toppled over you, hands catching himself on the desk behind your back as pleasure ripped through his entire being.

“Need you to cum,” His voice is raspy as he pulses tiny thrusts into you, sucking air in harshly through his teeth. Trembling beneath him, you were right there, admiring him as he lost himself.

“Please,” He pleads, bringing a hand between you to rub circles on your swollen clit, “Baby, cum.“ His fingers send you into a frenzy, clenching around his cock that had him sucking in another forceful breath.

“So… Close,” Your voice was barely audible, your lungs were taking in air and not letting any out, “Yoongi, fuck!”

“Need you to cum on my dick,” He says, his tone serious and deep, “Please,” Comes out of him as a plead again, borderline whining, “Baby, please,” Writing in euphoria, one last whinier plea snapped the coil, your head falling back as you finally exhaled, moaning louder than you had all night. Squeezing the life out of him, he winces, the overstimulation something he wasn’t used to anymore, and after riding your high with you he has to slip out.

Placing a hand to his cheek, breathing between your lips, you smile, exhausted. Yoongi smiles back, giving you a lazy kiss.

“Bed?” He asks quietly. Nodding, you rub your thumb on the apple of his cheek, and kiss him one more time.

“Shower first,” You answer, “Are you okay?” The hand on his cheek slid down to his neck, eyes following it, then to the top of his shoulder with the gentlest touch. Taking a slow, deep breath, he exhales and bobs his head.

“I’m fine,” He gives you a lopsided smile before glancing between you, “Are you okay? You never tell me to do that.” Heat rises to your cheeks, turning them pink, and you want to shy away from him. Nervously looking away, Yoongi places a finger beneath your chin to turn you to face him, kissing your cheek to comfort you.

“I like feeling close to you,” You whisper, and he listens intently, “We used to have each other all the time, whenever we wanted… I guess I just… miss that.” Yoongi’s eyes are narrow, watching you, concerned, but listening full heartedly.

“I’m sor-“

“Don’t apologize, D,” You laugh shaking your head, drawing light circles with the pads of your fingers over his shoulder, “It’s not your fault, you needed this, you know that,” He averts his eyes for a moment, continuing his head bob, “I do have to admit…” You regain his attention, “It’s kinda hot.” He furrows his brows, and pouts his lips, questioning you. Slipping your hands around his back where they had once been, you hold him tight and bring your lips to his ear.

“Sitting here in front of you, full of your cum,” Your tone made every muscle in his body tense, you could feel it, “You’re not fucking me but you’re still inside of me.”

“Fuck,” He mutters, lifting a hand to grip your arm as he shut his eyes.

“I know we never do it, but I really fucking love it,” You breath heavily against his neck, licking a stripe on his skin before yanking his shirt down to place open mouthed kisses down to his exposed collarbone, “Thinking about it gets me so wet, imagining you cumming inside of me everytime we fuck… Knowing you wouldn’t hesitate to fill me up if I asked you to…” Keeping your kisses going, Yoongi was hanging on by a thread. Eyes shut tight, breathing through pursed lips, eyebrows scrunched together- the man was gone.

“We can… we can talk about… this,” His voice was shaky, “I love it… too, fuck… but we should be careful ab-bout it…” Lifting your head to look up at him, you pouted your bottom lip and made sure he saw you. Meeting your eyes he cursed under his breath and bit down on his own lip. Sneaking a hand between your bodies, you wrapped your hand around his length that was eagerly throbbing, ready to go again just by your words and minor ministrations.

“Do it again?” You ask politely, “Please?” You could take him again. You could take him all the time. Breaking your role for a second, you reassure him of something knowing that you both felt the same way.

“I can get a pill tomorrow,” You say strictly, and his hesitance is no longer an issue. Yoongi pops you off of the desk and takes you by the wrist, nearly dragging you to your shared bedroom. A wicked smile grew on your face, content that you’ve gotten what you wanted, and also because you knew that he was into this way more than you ever would be.

“Where are you comfortable?” You ask him quickly, as he lets go of you and you stumble toward the bed.

“Lay down,” He demands, brushing away the subtle mention of his injury, and you follow through, crawling toward the headboard, ass on full display for your man who was right behind you. He slips off his shirt as he gets comfortable between your thighs that he noticed were starting to be covered in your shared arousals as you transitioned positions.

Using his hands he spread your knees apart, lifting them toward your chest, then he took a single finger and drug it slowly over your leaking center, gathering the mess he was responsible for. Moaning softly while he touched you, you try to grind your hips against his digits, seeking any kind of friction. His eyes flickered up to yours, the devil laced in his pupils making you moan again. You watched in awe as he lifted his finger to his lips, and placed it on his tongue, pulling it out from between his lips slowly.

“D,” You whine impatiently, wiggling your hips around against nothing.

“What? You want a taste?” He smirks, slipping that same finger inside of you, maneuvering it around in a circle before sliding it out covered in cum, his and hers. Leaning over top of you, he uses his other hand beneath your chin, holding your jaw. “Open,” He groans, and you think he’s going to give you the finger, but instead drops a thick wad of saliva from his lips, letting it fall onto your tongue you so willingly held out for him. A whine escaped from your throat that made him groan in return, prompting him to dip his finger between your teeth. “Suck,” He whispers, and you obey, hollowing out your cheeks, enjoying the mix of sweet and salty that danced on your tongue. Pulling his long, narrow finger out with a pop he wastes no time, pushing his cock into you without warning.

“Fuck!” You cry out, hands latching onto his bare back, for sure leaving behind scratches now.

“Goddamn,” Yoongi grunts, letting his head lull onto your chest, “Who would’ve thought you’d be such a slut for my cum.” His words have you clenching around him already, each thrust sending you further and further into nirvana.

“I am,” Your voice is wrecked, moaning between every word, “I’m.. a slut-ahh… for y-your cum.” Yoongi snickers and pounds into you even harder, his teeth biting at the skin on your neck spurring you on to be even louder for him.

“Gonna give it all to you, baby,” He says, “Gonna fill you up so good, cum inside you so hard you’ll be feeling me for days.” Your body trembled, shaking as your high built up incredibly fast. Yoongi felt this, bringing his agile fingers to your clit to get you there faster because there wasn’t any way he was making it through without it.

“Need you to cum like a good girl if you want it,” His tone teases you, “Only good girls get my cum inside of them.”

“Please,” You whisper, panting beneath him, moving your hips in time with his own, “Gonna cum… Need you in me… Fill me up…” As you babbled mindlessly, your orgasm ripped through your body, your hands gripping him tight as your back arched and your chest pressed against his.

“Fuck, yes,” He whispers, planting a kiss sloppily to your lips, “Good girl, you feel so good,” He pressed his forehead to yours, and thrust three more times before he was pushed over the edge, spurting his warm cum right into you.

Moaning happily, you smile, nibbling on your bottom lip, ecstasy lingering around the two of you. Your parted lips touched once, swirling your tongues dirtily before he pulled away and sighed.

“Don’t leave,” You whisper, and he half smiles.

“I love you, but I have to, or you’re going to be under me all night,” He jokes, but you know he’s right. Sitting himself up, he lays down beside you, reaching a hand over to tangle his fingers with yours. Turning your head to look at him, you found him already gazing your way, admiring you where you laid. You offer him a smile that he takes with joy.

“You’re feeling better,” You say quietly. He thinks to himself for a moment, smiling softly again.

“I think so,” He sighs.

And after hours of sleep, by morning, the precaution you both spoke of and said you’d take was long forgotten, and the new, exciting kink you refused to admit you both shared was established as a regular practice.

~ january 8th, 2021 ~

A long, whiney groan comes from beneath your bed covers- from you. You had been buried beneath them all weekend with Yoongi taking care of you as well as he could now that he was back to work full time. He was sitting on the edge of the mattress right now, half dressed, rubbing his hand over your back that was covered with the blankets.

“Baby,” You mumble into the pillows, “You shouldn’t be in here, I don’t wan’ get you sick before you have to go.” Yoongi chuckles, then sighs, stilling his hand.

“I’ve worked with worse things than a stomach bug,” He says, keeping his tone light.

“Is that what this is?” You ask, pulling the covers off of your face to try to peek at him. He angles his chin to see you eye to eye and he smiles gently.

“It’s not Covid,” He shakes his head once. Taking a deep breath that disrupts your stomach like they had been for the past few hours, you groan again and roll onto your back, placing your palms over your abdomen. Eyes squeezed shut, you start to hum through the pain, hoping it would subside soon. Yoongi watches with worry, afraid to touch you anywhere in case he disturbed you, or inflicted more discomfort.

“It’s like,” You start to speak slowly, “I need to get… sick… I feel it coming, but I don’t know… why it won’t just happen…” Opening your eyes, you reach a hand toward him and he takes it, holding onto it like you were breakable.

“Go get ready,” You say quietly to him, taking in his half naked appearance, him sitting beside you in dress pants and nothing else. He narrows his eyes, disappointed you’d even tell him to do that.

“I’m not leaving you like this,” He says.

“You are not missing this show, D,” You try to toughen up your tone as best as you could, “You are too excited for it, and so are the guys… Army misses you, baby, you need to go.” He drags his thumb over your palm, watching it for a second before looking back up.

“Not without you,” He whispers, “I need you. I need you to be there. I want you to be there, this is… this is everything,” You smile a bit as his face lit up as he spoke, “I need to share this with you, it’s too huge to not have you there with me, I love you too much to go without you.” Another rumble of your stomach wipes your smile away, making you sit up to lean forward on his arm. Yoongi sighs, placing a hand to your head, losing his fingers in your hair. He gives your scalp a light scratch and nods a couple of times, knowing you couldn’t see him.

“What did we eat?” He asks himself quietly, rewinding the past few days in his head.

“Fuck, don’t talk about eating,” You spat with a groan, feeling your insides flip at the thought of ingesting anything.

“Sorry,” Yoongi whispers. You felt bad, guilty almost. Tonight was going to be legendary, and you’d been looking forward to it since the day he was cleared and approved to go. There had been a video call meeting, something on Zoom or one of those networks, and all seven of the guys were there. The doctors who performed the surgery were there, and every person of importance from Hybe was there. Squeezing in the tiny frame on screen with him, sitting on his lap, you broke out into a cry as the guys broke out into cheers at the first hearing of the news.

Neither of you expected you’d be sick for the past couple of days, your brand new dress had been hanging in the doorway of your bathroom for over a week.

“Can I have my phone, please?” You ask politely, lifting your head, feeling cold and shaky. Yoongi leaps to his feet obeying his orders, grabbing your phone off the charger from the dresser across from your bed, and hurrying back to your side with persistence.

“Thank you,” You attempt to smile, taking it from his own shaking hands that you gave a weak squeeze to before swiping open to your home screen.

“What’re you doing?” Yoongi leans over your screen with you like a child, nosey per usual. Hesitating, you turn your chin and give him a smile that tells him to take two steps back- nicely.

“Would you just, please, go get dressed,” You say, pressing your lips together firmly. Yoongi looks from your eyes, to your phone, back to your eyes, then to your lips where he places the smallest, quickest kiss he can catch before he makes his exit into the bathroom. Part of you was praying to something, anything, that the thought bouncing around your mind for the last five hours while you laid in bed wasn’t true. Not now.

Tapping on your calendar, you scroll to today’s date and release a breath, screwing your eyes shut, tossing your phone to the carpeted floor with a loud thud, as if you mustered up all the energy you possibly could have in your current nutrition deficient state to try to rewind the weeks. Rewind the weeks to tell your past self to not be stupid, to think about what you were doing before you did, and to remind yourself to get to the store the following mornings- or to just not do it at all.

“Y’okay?” Yoongi speaks up, peeking out of the lit up bathroom now wearing the sweetest sweater. His eyebrows were nestled together in the center of his forehead above his worried eyes, watching as you rubbed your own, dragging your hands down your face and neck. He looked so adorable, the joy he’d been radiating for days but keeping on the low was seeping through his exterior, melting your heart while simultaneously stomping it into your gut with vigor.

“Yoongi,” You begin cautiously, making his face twist in confusion at the use of his full name.

“What’s wrong?” He steps into the bedroom suspiciously, each foot planting into the fuzzy carpet heavily.

“Do you think I’m pregnant?” You blurt out, unsure of how to start the following conversation, figuring bluntness was the way to go. Yoongi doesn’t move. The confused look is frozen on his face as he stares at you, speechless. There’s an actual minute of silence, neither of you stirring, just occupying space in the cozy room watching each other.

You imagined this scene to go one of two ways- either Yoongi panicking, and fleeing the premises, or you panicking, and digging the grave for your life… while also fleeing the premises. However, it was calm, and nothing like a dramatized soap opera. Were you nervous? Of course. Did the thought of having a baby terrify you? Absolutely, but those nightmares seemed to be chased away with how Yoongi’s face softened within these sixty seconds. There was no guttural gasp, or fainting, nor was there going to be an overactive argument where things got thrown and broken. He folded his hands together in front of him, and tilted his head a smidge.

“What if you are?” He asks quietly, observing you and your energy much like you were doing to him. You shrug your shoulders.

“What if I am?” You return the tone, eyes studying him for a quiver of unsanctified emotion. He takes two timid steps toward the bed before swallowing, hard, a quiver of… something. Tears began to well in your eyes, a sudden sharp shaky breath ripping through you sending Yoongi rushing to your side.

“Hey,” He whispers, pulling your body into his where he sat himself down beside you. Crawling into his lap, you snake your arms around his back and bury your face into his chest, letting the tears come out. His hands hold you close, slipping under your shirt to rub circles on your bare back to soothe you.

“It’s okay,” He mumbles, pressing a kiss into your bedhead, “We can check.” Sucking in another deep breath, you huff out a laugh.

“How, I don’t exactly buy fucking pregnancy tests when we grocery shop, D,” You say, just a tad harshly, “Fuck,” You mutter, “I’m sorry.” Yoongi simply smiles.

“S’okay,” He whispers. He knew.

“We’ve never really talked about what would happen if this ever… What do we do?” You opt for a nicer tone, turning to look up at Yoongi who gazed down at you.

“I mean… we’re not eighteen years old…” He pauses after a short laugh, choosing his following words carefully with the time-bomb that is you on his lap in front of him, “We’ve been in a, in my opinion, a very secure relationship for the last seven years… I always saw you having my babies one day.” You could’ve turned to putty in his arms right then and there. Pouting your bottom lip, he chuckles.

“You did?”

“I did, and I do,” He nods, “But that’s your choice, baby.” You both react subtly to the pet name that suddenly felt different.

“You’d do it right now?” You ask, and he nods, “In the middle of your career?” He nods again.

“What if it’s our only shot?” His voice is quiet, his words and persistence sending a chill down your spine. There is another minute of silence. Sixty seconds full of a trillion thoughts, but none that needed to be spoken. You could see right through one another.

Yoongi loosens his grip on you as you shift on his legs, sitting up to hook both arms around his neck before pressing a long, loving, overdue kiss to his lips. The hands that touched you gently on your back wanted so badly to pull you in, roll backward onto the sheets and just kiss you into oblivion, but you both had somewhere to be in about an hour.

“Let me make a call,” Yoongi says between shared air, “You’re coming with me tonight, I don’t care what you say. I’m not leaving you here, not now. Wasn’t even planning on it.”

“Yeah, you’re not good at planning things,” You find the heart to tease him, earning a small tickle to your side as he shifts you off of him, pressing a kiss to your forehead before padding away to collect his phone.

On the bathroom floor in front of the closed toilet sat Yoongi, while you stood in the mirror putting on your makeup, fighting how vaguely dizzy you were feeling. Every couple seconds, or every fifth flick of your brush, you were glancing over to him to watch him stare at the skinny plastic stick on the lid.

A member of his team who was always close by had run to get you guys three different kinds of tests, but you decided together to only take one now for peace of mind, then save the others in case anything were to happen again. The woman was sworn to secrecy, of course, half jokingly, but you didn’t need anyone else finding out that this was happening. Neither of you wanted the guys to find out, if it was negative and they knew you took one, they’d never let you or Yoongi live it down.

“You look beautiful,” Yoongi finally breaks the silence, gazing up at you and your undone hair, to which you frown.

“I don’t feel beautiful,” You mutter to your reflection, layering on some mascara. He shifts on the floor, then huffs a small laugh, turning toward you holding something in the air.

“You’re having my baby, I get to say you look beautiful,” He smiles. You drop your mascara in the sink, the brush getting globs of thick black product all over the ceramic. Looking down to him, he was holding the test out for you to take. Snatching it from him, you sigh as you take in the two, thick, dark lines that were showing in the little box. Clear as day.

“It’s not even… like... blurry? So… like… that has to mean… mean that…”

“You’re pregnant,” Yoongi says quietly, watching you in awe, this look much different than the one he was giving you five minutes ago as he held your hand while you did what you had to do to take the test. Dropping your hands to your side, your heart racing like crazy, you can’t help but smile.

“I’m pregnant,” You whisper, falling to your knees to catch him in a tight squeeze, pressing a kiss to his neck. Yoongi takes a deep breath, nuzzling his cheek against yours before pulling away to touch your noses together. You admire his loving eyes that were very obviously concerned about you.

“What are you feeling?” He asks, swirling a hand on the small of your back. It was like he could feel your heart pumping away between your stagnant lungs.

“Nervous,” You barely speak, and he nods in tiny, beckoning you to keep talking to him, “Scared… a lot… We’d be raising a kid… In this insane life we live… You're an Idol for god's sake, D,” You both laugh, “But it's kind of amazing, and you’re making me feel less nervous about it… Please say something.”

“It’s amazing,” He agrees, kissing your cheek lightly, “It’s nothing like how a traditional life is supposed to go, or how we were expected to live our lives… but I can’t help but feel like this was supposed to happen.”

A future between the two of you was rarely discussed, but in the way that you both knew you were endgame, no matter what. There wasn’t any need to talk things through, be prepared, or stress about what the future could possibly hold. You had Yoongi, and he had you, that’s what was important. Throughout the seven years you’ve been together, you and Yoongi knew it was forever.

“Are we going to do this?” He looks hopeful, and you cannot help but feel completely enamored by him. Your hesitance makes his hope falter, but giving him a few quick nods you grin, pulling him into another hug where you sat on the floor. Letting out a sappy cry on his shoulder, he soothes you by running a hand over your hair.

“Gonna need all your help,” You whisper, “Can’t do it alone…”

“I know,” He sighs, “I’m here, I’ll be here. I will drag you everywhere with me if I have to, I don’t care what anyone says. I’ll shrink you down and keep you in my pocket… I can’t believe this is happening.” You laugh at his rant, pulling back to smile at him before sharing a long kiss.

“I love you,” You say, and he smiles back.

“I love you.”

Less than an hour later, dressed in your brand new get-up bought just for tonight, you and your boyfriend were whisked away to the 35th Golden Disk Awards where he’d be making his very own comeback to his own band. Yoongi had been away for a little over two months, so it was shaking him to his core that he was going to be able to join his brothers on the red carpet and in the performance, though it devastated him that he wasn’t allowed to partake in the choreography.

“You’ll be living up to that little lie you tell,” You had teased him while he gave you a rundown of how the show was going to go, “Suga doesn’t like to dance.” A laugh was shared, as well as a playful shove to your shoulder that turned into a little wrestling match, ending with you pinned underneath him smothered in his kisses- a week before today.

With how carefully Yoongi escorted you out of the house and into the car, there wasn’t a chance in hell he’d be wrestling with you if he knew what he knew now. Maybe it was his nerves from coming back… or it was his nerves from just learning that he was going to be a father a couple of hours before he had to perform in front of an audience with his best friends he wasn’t even sure he could tell this news to.

Every single tiny little thing would have him running to Jin, asking for his advice, or begging for his help, but now? How was he supposed to ask his brother what he would do if he were in his place? Yoongi meant every word he said, it came straight from his heart. What didn’t cross his mind was- anything. He needed words to come from his brain, not his heart. Logical thinking never happened in front of you, or whenever something involved you, it was always deliciously thick, sweet and sappy thoughts from his heart, his heart that was constantly saturated in you.

In the backseat of the car you sit in the center, laying your head on Yoongi’s shoulder to rest your eyes for the drive. You may be dressed to the nines, but how you felt inside didn’t quite equate. The headache you’ve had for days was drumming away, the aching shooting from in front of your eyes to the back of your head. With each bump the driver of the car hit, your stomach had a nauseating response, and of course mixed with a headache it made everything worse.

“Almost there,” Yoongi whispers with his arm around your body, “You can lay down when we get inside.” He presses a tender kiss to your head, looking down to you with his eyebrows knit.

When you didn’t feel good, Yoongi didn’t feel good. He always wished for the ability to take away your pain or sickness whenever something occurred, it broke his heart knowing you were suffering.

Though most moments like these you’d reassure him that you were fine, that you could handle this, that you and so many other people were warriors once or twice a month… You didn’t have a baby growing inside of you. Now he felt a responsibility, a need to take care of you because half of this was his fault.

“Yeah,” Yoongi sighs, standing with the guys in the hallway outside of the dressing room you were laying down in, “She’s not feeling too good.” Jimin picks his head up and looks amongst the group.

“Did she take a test?” He asks quietly, and Yoongi’s heart plummets to his knees. Hiding his shock, he clears his throat, shakes his head and narrows his eyes. Jin’s expression falters as he glances down at his shoes.

“A covid test?” Jimin restates his question.

“Fuck,” Yoongi whispers, taking a deep breath, “Yes, she did, it’s not covid.” Jin snakes a hand around Yoongi’s back, pulling him away from the guys, waving them away when they asked where they were heading.

Jin takes his brother down the hall and to a secluded spot where their conversation could stay discreet. He can tell something way bigger is eating away at Yoongi.

“What’s going on?” He asks him, planting a hand to his good shoulder, looking him directly in the eyes. Yoongi sucks in another breath, releasing it shakily. He glances anxiously down the hall, chewing on the inside of his cheek.

“No one followed us,” Jin says softly, “Talk to-”

“She’s pregnant,” Yoongi says. Jin’s jaw is stuck open. Nodding his head within the silence, Yoongi chuckles.

“I know,” He acknowledges his brother's shock.

“Preg… Pregnant?” Jin speaks under his breath, taking a step toward Yoongi, closing the space between them.

“With a capital P,” Yoongi presses his lips together.

“Wha- When? What?” Jin sputters, not realizing how tight his hand was holding onto Yoongi’s shoulder now. It was like he was absorbing all of his anxiety and doubt, releasing him of it.

“We just…” Yoongi trails off, glancing down the hall again before sighing and turning back to Jin, “We’ve had a lot of down time recently.”

“My brother, you’re still in recovery,” Jin starts to laugh, gesturing toward the brace Yoongi was instructed to wear between appearances, “And trust me when I say we know having, or not having, ‘free-time’ was never an issue for either of you,” Yoongi smirks.

“Would love to know how it happened, though,” His eyes pointed down, and Jin shifted his position so he could fold his arms across his chest, curious. Glancing up to his concerned brows, Yoongi relieves him by telling him that this child was absolutely his. He hesitates for a moment wondering if he should spill the details of how he knows it happened, but then ponders if those details are entirely too personal. At the beginning of this relationship Yoongi needed all of Jin’s help, and no detail was ever TMI, however, with a guess of how this baby was made, there was a possibility of crossing a line.

“You’re babbling like an idiot, can you just say what you need to say?” Jin spoke with his hands then crossed them again, waiting for his brother to tell him what he wanted to hear.

“It’s too much,” Yoongi whispers, and Jin slaps his hands to his thighs with a quiet groan.

“I get it, she’s a good friend,” Jin nods, understanding why he was keeping quiet, “But you’re my friend first, my brother.”

“Fine,” Yoongi says, and Jin claps his hands together once with a smile, rubbing them together like he was about to get some delicious tea, and he was.

“You can be pretty kinky,” Yoongi begins quietly, Jin nodding without remorse to his statement, “But you’re like… passionately kinky.”

“I appreciate that,” Jin agrees, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Yoongi laughs at his serious tone, “When it comes to us, it’s, ugh…” His eyes start to deflect, “She’s unpredictable, I’m unpredictable, we’re both…”

“Impulsive?” Jin offers, making Yoongi nod.

“Yeah, impulsive,” He repeats, then sighs, “So it makes sense. She tells me at the absolute last second to cum inside of her as I’m about to pull out, and… that was it.”

“Daaamn, Yoongi,” Jin slowly rocks his head side to side, “I’ve never had a woman tell me to do that,” Yoongi pops his brows once, laughing again, “What are the chances that’d be it though, who would’ve thought that?”

“Oh,” Yoongi huffs, eyeing Jin carefully, “It wasn’t only one time.” Stepping back, eyes going wide, Jin cocks his chin.

“You made a baby voluntarily!” He shouts. It seemed almost accusational. Yoongi lunges forward to grab Jin by the chest and pull him back, speaking to him quietly nearly nose to nose.

“As much as I, think, I love this… This was not voluntary,” His tone is flat, “She’s obviously not ready to do this, and I hate that she’s going to feel obligated to carry this through.” Jin’s total shock had subsided, now all that was left was subtle worry for his friends.

“Why would she feel obligated? She knows she has a choice right?” Jin asks. Yoongi then goes on to tell him what he had said to you, how it could possibly be your only chance, which he only said out of his own anxiety for getting older. He’s known you were the one a long time ago, otherwise he never would’ve roped you into the rollercoaster that is his life.

He wanted to be married to you before this happened. He wanted to give you his last name before he gave you his children. Maybe what you said wasn’t too far off, he was bad at planning things. The marriage idea had been living in his mind since the start of this year, but the world had other plans that put him on hold. When things started to look up he thought he could try again, putting together something special for you with Jungkook in hopes that you’d say yes when he got down on one knee, but then he got news of his procedure.

Nothing would go to plan even if he tried his absolute hardest to have it go right, and though you were content right where you were in this relationship, Yoongi felt like he couldn’t grasp control. The only thing to reassure him, the only thing to remind him that he was nothing but incredible, was you. And here you are, mustering up courage to carry your shared DNA Yoongi wasn’t even positive you were ready to handle, just because he wanted it.

“Neither of you have… talked about it,” Jin narrows his eyes, “When did you find this out?”

“Probably two hours ago,” Yoongi bobs his head, then chuckles.

“Jesus,” Jin groans, rolling his head backward, “Yoongi, you both need to sit down and have a conversation about it. Voice all of your doubts, voice all of your opinions, and hear hers out,” He advises. Yoongi takes in his words with care, nodding quickly as Jin dished out the wisdom he desperately needed.

Back in dressing room six, you were curled up on the end of the comfiest couch you’ve ever laid on. Maybe it was because you weren’t feeling well, but the way the cushions were hugging you perfectly made you want to ask Yoongi if you could get this furniture for your living room. It was like resting on piles of cotton made from angel’s hair, or better yet, the curve that Jimin’s tiny frame had been blessed with on his backside.

A gentle knock at the door made you pop open your eyes. Yoongi shut the lights off before he kissed you on the cheek and left you in the position you were still in. You’d only been resting for what felt like five minutes, he had an entire red carpet to do, how was he allowed back in here already.

“Go, D, please,” You force a hefty tone in your voice, and the laugh that follows it was not Yoongi’s. The only light that came in was that of the hallway, and whoever entered the room was quick to shut it so as to not disturb you.

“Guess he didn’t want to come today?” It was Jungkook. Lifting your head off of the dark green pillow, he clicks his tongue and insists you lay back down as he sits beside you.

“It’s not that he didn’t want to be here,” You begin, following orders, letting your eyes close, “He won’t leave me alone.” Jungkook laughs, keeping himself at a tolerable volume for your sake.

“He seems worried about you,” The younger boy smiles at you even though you couldn’t see him, “Jin just pulled him away to calm him down, I think.”

“Good,” You sigh, “Take him away, I’m fine. He needs to be with you guys, that’s why he’s here.” Jungkook takes his bottom lip between his teeth and nods. All six of them were ecstatic when they found out that Yoongi would be here with them tonight. It’d been too long, and with the way life had been this entire year… they needed this moment.

“Why didn’t you stay home?” He asks tentatively.

“Don’t want me here, Kookie?” You tease, tapping him in the chest with your bare foot. The shoes had come off before you were even in this room. Jungkook grasps his heart and laughs with you, then quiets after you groan, proving his point.

“He wanted me here… If I didn’t come, he wasn’t going to come… And if I’m being totally honest, I feel way too scared to be sitting home alone right now,” Your voice fell to a whisper. Concerned, Jungkook shifts in his seat to face you completely.

“What’s happening at home?” He asks, instantly switching into defense mode like any of them did when you told them something was wrong.

Like Yoongi, you weren’t sure if you should be sharing this news with anyone yet, let alone tell the men who were performing in front of an audience in, like, an hour.

Typically you’d call Sunny. She would know what to do, or know what to say to get you through whatever you were feeling, but she’d been away for a couple months. At this point you couldn’t separate simple reality from the anxiety looming inside of you. It was obvious Yoongi wanted to have this baby, he didn’t show an ounce of regret back at home- although, he could be hiding it purposely, you didn’t share too much worry or deny wanting this, so what if he thinks you want this. You weren’t even totally sure, but a piece of you already felt attached. There was a little… something inside you that you made with the man you love entirely too much.

“I’m pregnant, Kook,” You whisper, gazing over at him now that your eyes have adjusted. Jungkooks went wide, but not with complete shock, they were almost bright. The corners of his lips prick up a bit, and comfort washes over you, warming your chilled skin. You were blushing.

“Holy shit?” He half questions, breaking into a full smile, “That’s why you don’t feel good, right?” You nod, “I’m sor- I don’t mean to smi- You’re sick, and I’m smiling, I don’t even know how you feel about this. I just- It’s kinda- You- Wow.” Your jaw had dropped amongst his stutters humorously, the two of you breaking out into laughter after he had finally stopped himself.

“Ahh, shit,” You groan, resting a hand on your clammy forehead to calm down. Jungkook places a hand on one of your ankles and gives it a little squeeze before leaving it. He was waiting for an answer to his comment, about how he doesn’t know how you feel about this. All emotion had been wiped from his babyface and starry eyes. Now he watched you with anticipation, eager to know more. The youngest had always been endearing, charming you was incredibly easy, always. Most days it wasn’t even his goal, it just happened.

“Kookie,” You were back at the whisper, and Jungkook’s posture adjusted, “Am I really gonna do this?” His eyes widened again, silently praying to himself that he didn’t need to give you an answer, and then you spoke again to his relief, “Have a baby? Raise a child when my life is, basically, on the road?” The blonde haired boy listens patiently, “Forget… the living on the road part, how am I, personally, supposed to have a child? I’d be an entire mother, responsible for another life. I can barely keep Yoongi on track, let alone myself, let alone a third life to worry about, and fuck, we know how my parents were growing up. I didn’t exactly have the best role models to look up to-”

“No,” Jungkook says, not letting you finish your breath before he decides to speak up, “I think you’re very, very wrong,” His brows were resting just above his eyes, nestled in with frustration, “First of all, screw your parents,” The one thing all of you could collectively agree on, you pointed a finger at him playfully, “Second of all… I’m not trying to talk you into it, but I think you’d be an amazing mother. I see you when we’re at these events, you’re just as observant as I am. You’re mindful, you’re respected and you’re respectful. That’s huge.”

Sighing, you try to smile, “Thanks, Kook.”

“I’m not done,” He deadpans, then smiles goofily, “The way you treat Yoongi, the way you love him, is something the rest of us dream about finding. You both have something so real, and so genuine. Even the way you look after us, the group. Some things you do we could never repay you for. So, what? Life can get crazy? You aren’t always on your game everyday? That’s everyone. I’ve known you for seven years, and for seven years you’ve been the most thoughtful, most selfless, most loyal person I’ve known in my entire life- and I’m friends with Jimin!” Giggling, you suck in a shaky breath, not realizing you had started to cry as he spoke this ocean of words to you.

“Screw your parents. Screw the world that will tell you that you can’t do it, and screw the anxiety you’re feeling,” Jungkook reaches over for one of your hands to hold, “You are a good person, and I know for damn sure, you’ll be a good fucking mother. If… you choose to be one.”

“Thank you,” Your voice cracks as you squeeze his fingers tight. Jungkook nods, smiling.

“Oh, and I know nothing,” He smizes, “Until you say something, both of you that is. I’m assuming this is still really fresh.”

“Yeah, you could say that,” You chuckle, wiping away your tears with the back of your free hand. Jungkook was about to say more, but the dressing room door creaking open slowly had shut him up.

“Hey,” Yoongi said softly, giving Jungkook a confused look after his eyes trailed from your hands to his face, “Just checking in, we’re heading out in five.” The youngest nodded, then said his goodbyes to you. As he stood up to leave, the way he looked at Yoongi had changed. His typically playful, mischievous eyes had been exchanged for something sweeter, more loving than anything else. Yoongi’s narrow, watching him with suspicion for a second.

“See you out there,” Jungkook whispers, then touches his brother's shoulder gently. You both watch him leave, then Yoongi sits down next to you, closer than Jungkook had been. Holding onto one of your hands, he brushes his thumb along the back, then you both speak at the same time.

“You told Jin?”

“You told him?”

And you both break out into laughter, Yoongi leaning over to fall onto your legs where you laid.

“Yeah,” You both say and laugh again.

“Oh god, D,” You take a deep breath, calming yourself down for the sake of your head. Sitting up, he reaches to your cheek and tucks your hair behind your ear for you.

“I know,” He whispers, lowering his eyebrows, “I know.” Looking over to him with wide eyes, the sight of him is comforting. The way he’s looking at you warms your heart.

“We have to talk about this,” You whisper. He hesitates for a moment, taking you in before he nods.

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” He says with vigor, pushing away his own doubts, “We’ll talk, I promise, for as long as you need, baby.”

The dressing room door opens, Namjoon popping his head inside. Yoongi looks over to him and bobs his head, knowing he has to go do what he doesn’t want to right now. Right now he’d much rather stay on this couch with you.

“Go,” You say, smiling at him, “I’ll come watch the show, promise.” He smiles back at you, happy to see yours.

“I love you,” He whispers, kissing your hand three times before he leaves you in the peace and quiet of the dressing room. Shifting in your spot, you nestle back into the pillows and groan in satisfaction. If you were going to be like this for nine months, you wanted this damn couch.