ꔫ rating: M (this fic may explore some darker themes please read at your own discretion. Take care of yourself.)
ꔫ wc: 2.8k
ꔫ warnings: obsessive nature, obsessive nature, SMUT, quiet intimacy, toxic tenderness, "he notices things about her", artistic lonely man energy.
ꔫ synopsis: Being Kim Taehyung’s assistant should’ve been your first warning.
He’s emotionally unpredictable, impossible to read, and has a habit of pulling people into his orbit without realizing how hard they fall.
One moment he’s distant for days.
The next he’s asking if you’ve eaten, fixing your necklace clasp with quiet hands, and looking at you like he expects you to understand him better than anyone else.
Somewhere along the way, taking care of him stopped feeling like a job.
The first thing you noticed about Kim Taehyung is that he never walks into a room like he belongs there.
Which is strange considering every room bends around him anyway.
Staff members straighten when he passes.
Managers lower their voices.
Makeup artists hover nervously like they’re handling something delicate and unpredictable.
But Taehyung himself looks detached from all of it.
Black hoodie.
Messy dark hair tucked beneath a beanie.
Large headphones around his neck.
Expression unreadable.
He doesn’t greet anyone when he enters the studio.
Just walk straight past them.
You glance down at the clipboard in your hands.
Schedule changes. Wardrobe confirmations. Dinner reservation moved to eight.
Again.
You were new to the scene but you weren’t new to being an assistant to an idol.
Just an idol like Taehyung.
“Don’t take it personally if he ignores you,” one of the stylists murmurs beside you. “He’s weird at first.”
“At first?” you whisper.
She snorts.
Before you can ask what that means, movement catches your attention.
Taehyung stopped walking.
Halfway across the studio floor, he turns slightly.
His eyes land on you.
Not casually either.
Directly.
Like he knew exactly where you were the moment he walked in.
The room continues moving around him.
People talking.
Racks rolling across the floor.
Music playing softly overhead.
But for some reason it suddenly feels quiet.
You straighten awkwardly under the weight of his stare.
Then—
He walks toward you. Not the director. Not his manager.
You.
Your grip tightens around the clipboard as he stops in front of you.
Up close, he’s even harder to read.
Pretty in an unfair, almost disorienting way. But exhausted too. Like he hasn’t slept properly in days. With a schedule like this, that wasn’t hard to believe. His gaze flickers briefly to your company ID badge before returning to your face.
“You’re new.”
It isn’t a question.
You nod carefully. “Assistant coordinator.”
“Hm.”
That’s it.
Just a low hum like he’s thinking about something you aren’t part of yet.
Then unexpectedly:
“You seem calm.”
Your brows lift slightly. “...Thank you?”
Another long stare.
And for one strange second, you get the unsettling feeling he’s trying to memorize you.
Then he reaches up, gently pulls one side of his headphones off, and says:
“Come with me today.”
Your mouth parts.
“I— sorry?”
“My assistant quit.”
He says it casually.
Like commenting on the weather.
Behind you, someone nearly chokes.
“Did he just?” one makeup artist said, “She has no idea what she’s in for if she goes with him.” another said.
“You can organize things, right?” he asks.
You blink. “I mean… yes, but I’m assigned to—”
“You’ll do fine.”
And then—
before you can properly respond—
He turns and walks away expecting you to follow.
No explanation. No discussion. Just complete certainty.
The entire room goes silent.
One of the managers mutters:
“Oh no.” he mumbled, “Go ahead and find another assistant. This one isn’t going to last long.”
~~~~~~~
The company building is nearly empty by the time Taehyung finally finishes reviewing edits.
Your eyes burn from staring at schedules all day.
Taehyung had you running around like a chicken with your head cut off. When he wanted something, he wanted it done right then and there. There were no negotiations. He had you look over 100s of pictures he took for a popular magazine in Korea, then he had you look over the interview questions without prior knowledge of what he wanted to answer and wanted to refuse, then to top it all off when one of the managers messed up his coffee order he expected you to go get a new one.
Now you were staring at 100s of emails that wanted Taehyung to either promote their product, become a brand ambassador or just come do an interview with them. It wouldn’t be so bad if you didn’t have to also review BTS’ schedules as well to make sure they don’t clash with one another.
The members as a group and as individuals were in high demand. Reading these emails was like reading an encyclopedia.
Across the lounge, one of the managers gives you a sympathetic look while gathering her things.
“Good luck,” she whispers on her way out. You nod and wave before looking back down at your ipad.
You don’t even have the energy to ask what that means.
The door shuts behind her.
Silence settles over the room.
Taehyung is sprawled across the couch with his phone balanced lazily against his chest, long legs stretched out beneath the low table.
For the first time all day, he looks still.
Not restless.
Not distracted.
Just tired.
You glance at the clock.
11:43 PM.
Carefully, you close the ipad in your lap.
“I finished reorganizing tomorrow’s schedule,” you say quietly. “I also moved your fitting to the afternoon since the photographer requested—”
“Okay.”
You blink.
Okay?
That’s the fastest he’s answered anything all day.
You stand slowly, gathering papers into neat stacks.
“Well…” You hesitate awkwardly. “Goodnight, Taehyung-ssi.”
No response.
You look up.
He’s already looking at you.
That same steady stare from earlier.
Unnerving.
Focused.
Like he’s listening to something beyond your words.
Then:
“Did you eat today?”
Your fingers pause against the folders.
“…What?”
“You forgot.”
You stare at him.
“How would you know that?”
A small shrug.
“You get quieter when you’re hungry.”
Taehyung sits up slowly.
“Come eat.”
You glance toward the clock again. “It’s almost midnight.”
“Hm.”
“That’s your response?”
Another shrug.
“I don’t want to eat alone. Order some Japchae and get yourself whatever you want.”
He said tossing his phone on the table before you before heading to the bathroom to freshen up.
You paused for a second before taking his phone into your hands and ordering some food.
The weight of the phone in your hand felt heavier than it should have.
Your thumb hovered over the screen, the bright display illuminating the confusion you had been suppressing all day. It was just Japchae and a side dish—a simple late-night meal—yet this sudden pivot from the demanding, unpredictable idol to a man concerned about your appetite felt like a trap you weren't prepared for.
All day, he had treated you like a machine, a tool to fix his schedule and fetch his coffee, but now he was looking at you with that unsettling, focused intensity, noticing the subtle shifts in your mood that even you hadn't fully acknowledged.
You navigated the app with practiced efficiency, your mind racing faster than your fingers.
Was this part of the "unpredictability" the files had warned you about? One moment he was the eccentric artist who expected you to read his mind, and the next, he was the only person in the building who realized you hadn't eaten since dawn. Very unlike you.
The sound of the bathroom door clicking open startled you. Taehyung emerged, his messy dark hair now damp at the edges and the beanie gone, making him look younger and even more vulnerable than before. He didn't say anything at first, just walked over and reclaimed his spot on the couch, watching you with that same unreadable expression.
"Ordered?" he asked, his voice a low vibration in the quiet lounge.
You nodded, handing him back the phone while avoiding his gaze.
"It’ll be here in twenty minutes."
He hummed—that same low, private sound—and for a fleeting second, the space between you felt less like an idol and an assistant and more like two people lost in the same late-night silence.
Like promised, the food arrived without any problems. As Taehyung pulled the food from the bags he realized it was very little for two people. So little they didn’t even include a second pair of chopsticks.
“Did you get something for yourself?” he asked.
“I didn’t want anything too heavy so I got some Baechu” you said softly.
He didn’t respond. Instead he just sat down.
He took the japchae and divided it evenly between you and him. He reached over and grabbed his bag, pulling out a cutlery set his parents gifted him and the members long ago that he became accustomed to carrying around.
“Sit”
It wasn’t a question or a request.
You sat in front of the table on your knees while Taehyung sat with one leg propped up and his arm resting on his knee as he already started eating.
“Eat” he said in between chews before grabbing his phone to check the group chat he and the members shared.
“You didn’t have to share. I would have been okay until I got home-”
“You haven’t eaten all day. Neither have I, let’s work on that.”
That was the last thing he said before returning his attention back to his phone, fully expecting you to eat.
↝Ship(s): Kim Namjoon x reader & Kim Taehyung x reader
↝Genre: based on the game "We Happy Few"
↝Word count: 3.1k
↝Rating: 18+
↝Warnings: Language, alcohol, controlled environments, and drugs are heavily mentioned. Lots of secrets and lying :( Joon doesn't trust Taehyung. Taehyung doesn't care. more warnings as the chapters come!
↝Summary: Taehyung has been through a lot in his 27 years of living. He has had many heartbreaks. He's been lied to, cheated on, and disrespected time and time again. He realizes that he isn't the problem. Everyone else is. So he committed most of his twenties to finding a solution. And after years, he finally found it...and you are going to help him get it. No matter what.
A World of hurt. Pain. Chaos and lies. A place that Taehyung knew too well. From the time he was a young child, it's been constant heartbreak and despair. Once one storm came and went, another would roll in, not allowing him to take a breath, not even a second. And once he thought he had found a friend or a companion...it was always too good to be true. They always used him and took him for granted.
Most would fall into their pity and accept their fate. But to Taehyung, this was his opportunity to change the world around him...and create a new one.
He studied for years. Became an activist. Even went as far as becoming a general to gain some type of control over the dreadful town, an even more dreadful country. But even if he was well respected and never in need of a thing, it still wasn't bringing him happiness. People still found ways to hurt him and make him feel less than despite him working hard and being respectful. People don't think like him. They didn't have the capacity to do so.
And that's the problem.
After all these years he finally figured out, that it wasn't him. It was everyone else. No matter how much light you throw into the world, darkness is always bound to be present. He was the light and everyone around him was the darkness. He figured...
"If everyone thought as I do, or better yet not think at all, no one would be hurt. Pain and suffering can't possibly exist if you can't think. Or if you can't remember your past."
"A happy person with no history"
He decided to change the world as you knew it. He decided to create something that would erase life's "happy accidents". It would be like Bob Ross waking up one morning and creating his own world. It's perfect and since he was well respected and looked up to, it wasn't too hard for him to get everything he needed to begin his New World 2.0 project. After, all the tests, all the fails, and trials. He finally got his solution. One simple pill. One pill to solve life's biggest problems.
It was a mind-altering pill. Once consumed, you were met with a state of pure bliss. Nothing, not even a bounced check could bring you anger. You as well as every encounter on this pill became...
Unbelievably chipper.
Even your sight changed and the world around you became bright and shining. Glistening with happiness and peace. Few people reported that they saw happy fairies and such. You were in a complete bliss of LA LA land.
Amazing right?
Of course, it is. Who wouldn't want to be happy all the time? Who wouldn't want instant happiness with just one pill? Who would dare go against everything happy?
Who wouldn't want to forget their past?
"Finally..." Taehyung took his seat in front of a microscope in his pristine laboratory, something that he had put together once he graduated, he felt accomplished
You agreed with Taehyung's point of view. You thought that happiness is a choice but it shouldn't be something that's so hard to obtain. But as you continued to work alongside Taehyung, you started to see things that were a bit...off.
Many of the testers would forget simple things like locking their doors, and where they may have placed their keys. Some forgot how to tie their shoes or their shoes altogether. It wasn't too big of a concern but you did find it odd since this drug was only to change your mood, not alter your mind. Since the pill was still in its early stages, you thought with more work and research it would fix itself. But you still told Taehyung about it, just so he's aware.
"Everything is moving smoothly. The only slight issue would be that they're becoming forgetful. It's mainly small things like locking doors and tying shoes. It'll come back to them after a few moments but they forget every time after taking the pill. It's not a pressing matter but I thought I'd let you know." You said holding onto your clipboard as both you and Taehuyng observed the testers. He took your findings and read over them closely, followed by a smile.
"That does not concern me and it should concern you either. Some things are okay to forget...as long as they're happy darling. That's all we care about."
He handed you back your clipboard and gave you a reassuring smile, heading to the exit, leaving you to finish up your work before leaving yourself. You sighed and turned back to the tester to get a better observation. You saw something you hadn't realized before.
While on the pill, their pupils were significantly smaller than normal and they had a falsified smile plastered on their faces. The smile for sure didn't look genuine, it looked like a smile you would give to someone you didn't care for but you had to be kind. It kind of freaked you out a bit.
Nevertheless, they all reported being happy and joyful.
Maybe even too happy and joyful.
As long as they stayed in this phase, it wouldn't be too bad.
It's too late now to make any changes, in just a few weeks you will be presenting this supplement. You can't turn back.
~~~~~~~~~~~
20201320
Taehyung put out an ad offering money and the chance to be in a magazine that wanted to interview him and the testers to anyone who was willing to try out Joy. The conditions were simple.
All they had to do was show up and take the joy, then go on with their daily lives. Then they or their family would come and give reports on how they felt (and)or how they reacted to things.
Especially negative things.
You greeted the townies like you did every morning, handing their preferred flavor of joy. Strawberry, Chocolate, Vanilla, or on special occasions, mixed berries. Stopping at Clara, a newlywed and new mother, you smiled, "Hello Clara, how's the baby?" To your surprise, she frowns, rather confused.
"Baby? Who had a child beloved?" she asked genuinely causing you to let out a small laugh, thinking she was just pulling your leg.
"No seriously, what's it like being a mother? How's baby Liam?" you asked again handing her the supplement and finally seeing her confused face. "Mmm," she started.
"I think you have me mistaken for someone else love, I haven't got a child. I hardly have a spouse darling" She responded, taking the joy and leaving you dumbfounded.
You knew some things would be forgetful but a child? Especially a child she sees every single day? How could one forget a child especially one that they carried for nine months?
He is the smartest man in town. Too smart, some would say. He used to work with Taehyung until they had a little disagreement over the terms and agreements. Around the same time, Joon got an amazing offer to work on the council, so leaving wasn't that hard. Along with Kim Seokjin, they make the decisions according to the towns they are over. So, Namjoon will be the golden ticket to get this supplement passed.
Sadly, Namjoon didn't agree with the "joy" pill. He didn't like the fact of someone dictating someone's happiness, even if it promoted safer environments. He thought happiness should come to someone voluntarily, not forced. He hated that you were working on this project because he didn't want to step on your toes. He saw how proud you were. He knew you had good intentions but he knew Taehyung did not.
"How was work princess? Anything new?" He asked rubbing small circles against the middle of your back.
You hummed, "Work was the same as usual although something weird did occur today." Namjoon raised his eyebrow slightly before answering, "Like?"
"You know Mrs. Johnson is one of the 20 that we've pulled to try out Joy right? Well, today I asked her about her baby but she told me that she didn't have one. She even implied that she wasn't married. She seemed completely confused when I asked." You said wrapping your arm around Joonie's torso and holding onto him tightly. His hand slightly paused in the middle of your back as you continued.
"Is that right?"
"Mmm, yeah. Either she seriously lost her mind or she's an amazing actress."
"It's actually funny that you said that," Joon frowned, "I was talking to Ty'Rik earlier this afternoon and he told me Clara wasn't herself." You sat up a little, laying your chin gently on Joon's shoulder. "Yeah? What all did he say?"
"She's been rather forgetful," Joon continued. "She has no real grasp of reality. She's still her positive self but it's more overbearing. He could speak about something realistically, not so negative or positive and she'll become angry. "
You frowned and listened to your fiancé's words. "Is that a side effect?" He asked. You shook your head.
"Well yes and no. Being forgetful, yes, unfortunately, but being overly positive and offended when someone says something negative isn't. Joy is supposed to suppress those negative feelings, making them disappear altogether. Even if someone around you is being negative, it shouldn't have an effect on a person that's on Joy."
The wheels in Joon's head were turning. If he had any doubts about stopping this thing from being on the street. He didn't anymore. He didn't want to go against you nor did he want to discredit all the hard work you and Taehyung did, but day by day he was hearing more things about this Drug that didn't sit right with him. As much as he was proud of how far you've come, he couldn't risk the lives of the townies.
"Maybe this isn't a good idea, my love."
"It's still being worked on! It'll be perfected soon" You kissed your future husband.
The day of the presentation came and you were nervous. You and Taehyung had been perfecting this for a year and it all comes down to this. Of course, it still has its flaws still, but it was nothing that you couldn't fix. You were proud of this and you knew Taehyung was just as proud.
"Why should I make this...supplement a part of everyday living? Why can't we just leave it up for the townies to choose, whether or not they want to? It seems a little demanding"
Seokjin asked looking over the paperwork with Joon. Namjoon kept looking through the data, the reports, your notes, and Taehyungs. It didn't match up. Your notes were very similar to Taehyung's but very different from what you would tell him.
"Because this pill will not only keep the people of this town happy and content, it'll keep the crime rates down, no one will have to worry about their safety, their belongings. If everyone is happy and getting along, there won't be any need to worry. This will be the safest town on earth for children, women, and men alike! Who wouldn't want to live in peace? It's like living in Heaven before you die and you..."
Taehyung smiled and sat back in his chair before continuing, "You'll be the one man on this forsaken earth, That has 100 percent control over his people. Everyone, everyone, will be dying to know how you did it. How-"
"You speak of the townies as if they're puppets, in need of control. They are not." Joon interrupted.
Almost instantly, your eyes shot right at Joon's, pleading with him not to go any further. "I assure you, it's not like that," You said cheerfully, deeply hoping Joon would leave it where it was.
Taehyung chuckled, rubbing your shoulders. "No, no. Not puppets, that would be rude of me. I see the townies as people that need a bit more guidance." Joon adjusted himself in his chair.
"So shoving a mind-altering drug down their throat is the way to do it?"
"Mind-altering? That's insane, that would make me a monster. I don't want to change their mind, I want to change the way they think. Think of it as you going to a bar and having a drink with friends or a lovely night out with your stunning, beautiful wife, you know, Something fun but not all the memorable?" Taehyung smirked.
Your head snapped at Tae frowning. Joon opened his mouth to speak but Seokjin raised his hand and looked over at Joon. "I understand you are concerned Joon, People should have the choice if they choose to participate,"
Joon nodded. "However," Seokjin continued, "I think we should give it a test run, just to see how it goes. It shouldn't be too harmful How long does it take effect?"
"It's effective immediately. As soon as you take it, it induces happiness and euphoria, it shouldn't affect everyday life" you said, "It's just like taking a vitamin daily, or as needed."
Namjoon couldn't believe what he was hearing. He didn't want to step on your toes or anything but he couldn't believe you or Seokjin couldn't see through Taehyung's empty promises. Displeasure was all over his face, and he didn't care to hide it.
"You can't be serious? Mrs. Johnson forgot about her child and her husband. Is that not concerning enough?" Joon whispered to Sekojin.
Seokjin nodded before turning to Taehyung.
"It's my understanding that Mrs. Johnson has shown reports of extreme forgetfulness. Forgetting her young child and husband. What do you have to say for that?"
You were choked up. You didn't think Namjoon would go back to Seokjin and tell him what you've told him in confidence. Even Taehyung was taken by surprise but he couldn't let it show that long.
"Yes, that is true. Mrs. Johnson is a rare case. We're running a few tests to see if they are underlining effects that we've missed with the batch she had but I assure you, that the new batch does not have the same effect."
Seokjin turned to Namjoon and whispered "Listen, I say we give them a month, see how it works, and then allow the townies to decide if this is a great choice. Besides," he paused looking at you then back at Joon. "I don't think you want to upset the future wife"
"My fiancee's and I relationship has nothing to do with my decisions as a general on this council. So I would much prefer that we keep outside relationships, outside. Here, no matter friend or wife, the lives of the townies are my main concern."
Seokjin sighed and nodded. "I understand that."
Namjoon was stern. You of course meant a lot to him and he usually agrees with your mindset since it's a lot like his. But this is something he could never agree on, not even for his engagement. Not even for you.
Taehyung chuckled upon hearing Namjoon's statement to Seokjin. "That's too bad. I'd put my wife's well-being over everything..even the townies." Taehyung challenged.
"She is a townie. She's included"
"But she's firstly your wife than a simple townie"
"In here, as I stated, she's someone who's advertising something for the townies. So for now, none of that matters."
Joon turned the TV off as this was the 7th time he had seen the same commercial in the past hour. He couldn't believe that it was already being advertised like this when the meeting was only held a few mornings ago.
It had only been a few days since it became a temporary law that everyone had to take this daily supplement. Joon wasn't even going to attempt to take the supplement. He hadn't tried it and didn't plan on it.
He knew that pissed you off but he couldn't agree. He couldn't, not with all the side effects, the stories you told him, and from the meeting? He was positive there was a hidden agenda somewhere. Dropping the remote on the table he headed back to your home office, leaning on the door frame.
"Princess, are you sure this is really the best thing for the townies? You said it yourself, Clara Johnson forgot about her husband and her newborn baby, that's abnormal. What happens to them if they both take it? What happens to baby Liam?"
Joon asked genuinely concerned for the well-being of the helpless child.
You've been in this yelling match all day. You turned to Joon and sighed. He's been asking questions nonstop which was fine but it seems like no matter what answer you gave, it was never enough.
"She must have gotten a bad batch, I don't think anything to worry about. Quite frankly, Liam is going to have a safe place to live and play, he'll have a safe place to flourish. Like our children will."
You said setting down your papers and walking towards Joon, wrapping your arms around his torso.
"If we even have children. We don't even know if it's safe to take while pregnant. You said that there were some formulations that you weren't there for. And honestly, if it makes you forget stuff I don't think want you to take this either." He spat.
You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair, hanging your head back onto your shoulders, sighing loudly.
"You said you supported me and that what Tae and I were could be a great thing." You said.
"I did, but it's one thing to have it as a choice and to force it. You failed to mention that you both had plans to make this a law and force everyone but children to take this." You began to play with your fingers.
"We-well, I didn't necessarily know he was going to make it a law, I simply thought we were just getting it approved. I didn't have any intentions of going any further" You answered truthfully.
Joon's face fell. How is no one seeing the red flags he's been seeing?
"Baby," he started as he sat in front of you and gripped your hand. "Don't you see this as a problem? You're his partner and he didn't even tell you his plans? There is no telling what he’s doing behind your back"
You sighed. "Maybe it just slipped his mind or he told me and I just forgot baby. Joonie, I wouldn't do anything or make anything that would hurt this world, our future, our friends, and definitely not you." You said holding his hand.
ꔫ rating: M (this fic may explore some darker themes please read at your own discretion. Take care of yourself.)
ꔫ wc: 2.8k
ꔫ warnings: obsessive nature, obsessive nature, SMUT, fighting, Jimin is actually losing his mind, CHEATING (Jimin cheats but he REALLY regrets it :( ) , forgiveness is not going to come easy. JIMIN REALLY IS DOWN BAD FOR YOU. Failed pregnancy attempts mentioned. Taehyung isn't playing any games here and Silent Grace Yoongi and Hobi mentioned! (sorry I miss them)
ꔫ synopsis: You were supposed to surprise your husband with the news that you were finally pregnant after MONTHS of trying and failed attempts. It's supposed to be the happiest day of your lives...
Instead, you surprised him cheating.
Now Park Jimin is the man who ruined the happiest moment of your life—and the same man begging for a chance to prove he still deserves you.
But forgiveness isn’t simple when love and betrayal share the same breath.
Seeing the man you were hopelessly in love with have intercourse with another woman in your bed while you were carrying your miracle child broke you in ways that you just couldn’t explain. You couldn’t wrap your head around it.
You almost gaslit yourself into thinking this was a sick dream or something.
But the way Jimin was texting and calling your phone told you that this?
It wasn't a dream.
The way you were crying it was honestly a miracle that you made it to your friend’s house in one piece.
Every text message that flew in was just another stab to the heart.
“Baby, I promise you. She meant- no she means nothing to me. You mean everything to mean. Pretty, please believe me…” one text read. You hardly got done reading that one before another one came in.
“I can see you reading them, please say something. Something other than you leaving me…please.”
You scoffed as warm tears rolled down your face, shaking your head, you typed back.
“It meant nothing? Is that supposed to make everything okay? Jimin, you slept with another woman in our bed…in our home…after everything we’ve been through. I’ve never looked at another man that wasn’t you let alone sleep with one. Not even because you get too jealous, purely from my love for you. I could never do what you did to me…I’m done. We’re done. Do not come here”
You had so many misspelled words and broken sentences from crying so much, you doubt Jimin could understand you.
Jimin’s phone nearly shattered from his grip as he read your text. His entire body went rigid before his hands started shaking and panic started settling in. He tried breathing, he tried counting down from ten or up to five-whatever the hell it went before texting you back.
“Yn do not speak nonsense to me. Please. I cannot live without you and you know that. We can’t throw away our marriage over a mistake. You can’t decide that after this. You are MY wife and that is MY baby inside of you”
He was sprinting to his car, bypassing all of the staff that worked in his complex. He even ignored Hoseok and Yoongi as they were coming back from the studio.
“What's his deal?” Yoongi said, looking behind as Jimin bolted through the doors.
“Well he did say that Yn gets crazy when it comes to her favorite ice cream, maybe he ate it all.” Hoseok shrugged before continuing walking. Yoongi chuckled.
“My blossom is like that too. Especially now since she’s expecting our baby girl.”
Hoseok chuckled,
“Two kids under two is pretty insane, Hyung.”
“Well I can’t stay off her long enough, it’ll be three sooner or later.”
The banter was light but the burden in Jimin’s chest was heavy.
This was more than ice cream.
It was his baby and marriage on the line.
Jimin was already in the car, the engine roaring to life as he peeled out of the parking garage. He didn’t want for the car to warm up, he didn’t even wait for his seatbelt to click, he was already down the busy streets of Seoul. He fucked up and he knew that.
But the thought of you actually leaving him?
He wasn’t going to accept that.
“I’m already on my way. If you think I’m letting you walk away from me, from us, from the life we’ve built for our baby that’s growing inside of you, you are mistaken. I know I made a mistake, but you don’t get to take my child and disappear. We took vows, pretty. For better or worse. Forever.”
Jimin threw his phone to the passenger seat as he nibbled on his lip nervously. His hands, gripping the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles were turning white from the pressure. The hypocrisy of his words weren’t lost on him, he knew that if a man had even walked past you a little too close, he would’ve lost his mind.
But this wasn’t about that.
This was about realizing that he is so close to losing something that was a constant in his life, an anchor for him and his hidden emotions, something that actually mattered to him. More than life itself.
You didn’t even walk into your friend’s house, she was already walking out, wrapping her robe tighter against the cool night’s air. Her husband happened to see you in the driveway when he had gotten home for work. You were so caught in your emotions that you hadn’t noticed him pull into the driveway and head inside.
“Yn? Honey? What are you doing out here? It’s so-what’s wrong?”
She immediately signaled for you to unlock the car door so she could sit with you.
You couldn’t even bring yourself to tell her at first.
You were so against telling your friends and family about any argument that you and Jimin had. You knew you and Jimin would fix the problem before they could even form their opinions about whatever little argument that you had. Jimin did the same. He never told his family or friends about arguments that you had either, but this was something you couldn’t keep to yourself.
It’s not healthy in your current condition and Jimin was the next person in line to speak to,
And that wasn’t something you were ready to do.
Your friend’s face softened instantly as she slipped into the passenger seat beside you, the scent of her lavender body wash filling the cold silence. She reached for your hand immediately, her thumb brushing against your trembling fingers.
“Talk to me sweet girl. Tell me what’s wrong..”
Your lips parted but nothing came out.
How could you even begin to explain this?
Just hours ago you were in this exact driveway laughing with her, holding back tears of happiness while showing her the positive test hidden in your purse. She had hugged you so tightly you thought your ribs would crack.
Now you could barely breathe.
Your chest tightened violently as another sob climbed its way up your throat. You turned your face away quickly, embarrassed by how broken you sounded.
“Hey, hey…” she whispered gently. “Look at me.”
You shook your head immediately.
“I can’t,” you choked out.
Fear began creeping into her expression now, replacing confusion.
“Is it the baby?” she asked quickly, eyes darting down toward your stomach. “Did something happen?”
The question shattered something inside of you.
Just another reminder of how much it took to get here.
And just how much this hurts.
Fresh tears spilled down your cheeks as you covered your mouth, your shoulders shaking violently.
“No—the baby’s okay,” you cried softly. “The baby’s okay…”
Relief flashed across her face briefly before concern took over all over again.
“Then what happened?” she asked carefully.
You stared down at your lap.
At your shaking hands.
At the wedding ring that suddenly felt heavier than it ever had before.
Your voice came out barely above a whisper.
“I was going to tell him tonight.”
Her brows furrowed in confusion.
“What?”
“I…” Your breath hitched painfully. “I had everything set up.”
The tiny socks flashed in your mind instantly.
The white box.
Jimin’s smile you had imagined all day long.
Your stomach twisted so hard you thought you might be sick.
“He came home from Japan and I wanted to surprise him,” you whispered, tears falling faster now. “I thought maybe he didn’t see the box downstairs so I went looking for him and…”
Your voice broke completely.
Your friend went still beside you.
And suddenly she knew.
You saw it happen on her face in real time.
The realization.
The horror.
“No…” she whispered quietly.
A sob escaped you before you could stop it.
“He was with another woman.”
The words finally left your mouth and the second they did, the entire world felt different.
Real.
Humiliatingly real.
Your friend inhaled sharply beside you, one hand immediately flying to her mouth.
“What?” she breathed out in disbelief.
You laughed bitterly through your tears, the sound completely broken.
“She was in our bed,” you whispered. “She was sitting on him and I just—”
Your voice collapsed again.
“Oh my God.”
Your friend looked genuinely sick now.
Not just angry.
Heartbroken for you.
“Yn…” she whispered softly.
“I don’t understand,” you cried. “I don’t understand why he would do this to me.”
Your breathing became uneven again as the images replayed mercilessly in your mind.
Jimin smiled.
That woman was touching him.
The sound of her voice.
Your stomach churned violently.
“He wanted this baby so badly,” you whispered shakily, pressing a trembling hand against your stomach. “We both did…”
Your friend’s eyes immediately dropped to the movement before softening all over again.
“Oh honey…”
And that was it.
The sympathy in her voice destroyed the last fragile piece holding you together.
You bent forward with a broken sob as she immediately pulled you into her arms, holding you carefully while you cried against her shoulder.
“I don’t know what to do,” you whispered helplessly. “I don’t know what to do anymore…”
Taehyung was watching from the living room and knew something wasn’t right. When he saw the text message from his wife:
‘He fucking cheated on her’
‘She is falling apart! He broke her!’
He pulled his phone out and called Jimin.
Jimin answered on the first ring.
“Is she there?” he asked immediately, voice rough and breathless. “Taehyung, put her on the phone. Please.”
Taehyung stood near the living room window, staring out toward your car still sitting in the driveway. Through the windshield he could barely make out your silhouette curled into his wife’s side.
His jaw tightened. You are just as close to him as Jimin was. His wife adores you and so did he. They were there for you and Jimin for every negative test, every false hope. Not only did it hurt you but it hurt them as well.
“She’s here.”
The relief Jimin let out sounded almost painful.
“Thank God,” he breathed shakily. “Is she okay? Did she say anything? Is the baby okay?”
Taehyung closed his eyes briefly at the panic in his voice before speaking again.
“You need to slow down.”
“I can’t fucking slow down right now,” Jimin snapped instantly before catching himself. “I’m sorry—I just—fuck, Tae, I need to see her.”
Taehyung’s grip tightened around his phone.
For a moment, he said nothing.
And somehow the silence felt worse.
Then finally:
“What the hell were you thinking?”
Jimin’s breathing staggered quietly on the other end.
“You had everything,” he said quietly. “Do you understand that? People spend their whole lives looking for what you had with her.”
Every word felt like a blade sliding deeper into Jimin’s chest.
“I know.”
“No,” Taehyung said sharply. “I don’t think you do.”
Jimin pressed a trembling hand over his mouth as he leaned against his desk, eyes burning.
“I do,” he whispered hoarsely. “I know exactly what I destroyed.”
Taehyung glanced back toward the front door, hearing faint crying from outside, he watched his wife guide you inside and into the kitchen, helping you to calm down. He lowered his tone before speaking again.
His expression darkened immediately.
“She can barely breathe right now.”
The silence on the other end was immediate.
Then:
A broken sound.
Like Jimin physically reacted to the sentence.
Taehyung continued before his anger truly got the better of him.
“She was here earlier today, you know.”
Jimin froze.
“She was happy,” Taehyung said quietly. “The happiest I’ve seen her in months.”
Jimin’s stomach dropped violently.
“She showed us the baby socks. Everyone is excited for you two. Jin hyung and his wife has already started cooking meals for fucking baby growth and Jungkook is already looking for a bigger penthouse cause he already planned out date nights for you two and plans on keeping the baby..”
That did it.
Jimin sank down into his chair like his body suddenly gave out beneath him, one hand gripping the edge of the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white.
“Oh God…”
His voice cracked completely.
Taehyung finally let some of his anger slip through.
“You made her happiest day become something she’ll never forget for the worst reason possible.”
Jimin couldn’t speak.
Could barely breathe.
All he could picture was you standing there holding that stupid little white box while he—
He squeezed his eyes shut violently.
“I know,” he whispered again, sounding destroyed. “I know.”
Taehyung’s voice lowered dangerously.
“If you come here acting defensive, I’ll throw you back out the door myself.”
“I’m not defensive,” Jimin said immediately. “I just—I need to see my wife.”
The desperation in his voice was ugly now. Barely controlled.
Taehyung exhaled slowly through his nose.
“She doesn’t want to see you right now.”
Jimin looked physically ill.
“Please,” he whispered. “Please, Tae.”
“Remember my words, Hyung…” Taehyung started,
“If you come defensively, I will throw you out.”
Taehyung lowered the phone slowly, his jaw still tight with restrained anger before slipping the device into his pocket.
His wife looked at him expectantly from beside you, silently asking the question neither of you wanted answered.
“He’s coming,” Taehyung said flatly. “He’s not letting up,”
Your eyes squeezed shut immediately.
Of course he was.
Jimin was many things—overbearing, possessive, obsessive when it came to you—but one thing he would never do was let you disappear after something like this.
Especially not now.
You hated that the one thing you loved the most about him was now turning into a nightmare.
Your stomach twisted painfully.
“Hey,” your friend whispered softly, immediately crouching in front of you again. “Come inside the kitchen, let’s get warm? You’re freezing.”
Only then did you realize how cold your hands had become.
You nodded weakly.
The second you stepped inside the house, warmth wrapped around you, but it did nothing to stop the violent shaking in your body. Your friend kept one arm looped around you carefully, guiding you toward the kitchen while Taehyung lingered behind for a moment, rubbing a tired hand down his face.
The kitchen lights felt too bright.
Too normal.
You hated it.
The world shouldn’t still be moving right now.
Your friend sat you carefully at the kitchen island before immediately reaching for a glass.
“Water first,” she said gently, slipping into a comforting routine. “Then I’m making tea.”
“I can make it while you sit with Yn…” Taehyung said softly as he placed a soft hand to the middle of his wife's back to move behind her, starting the tea.
You stared blankly at the marble countertop.
“I don’t want anything right now...”
“I know,” she whispered. “But you need something in your system.”
The mention of your condition made your chest tighten all over again.
Pregnant.
You were pregnant.
A fresh wave of nausea rolled through your stomach so violently you nearly doubled over.
“Oh God—”
Your friend immediately rushed toward you.
“Hey, hey—breathe for me.”
You pressed a trembling hand against your mouth as tears filled your eyes all over again.
“I can still hear her,” you whispered brokenly.
The room went quiet. Taehyung cringed at the sentence. He couldn’t even imagine Jimin doing something like that, not to you. Not the way Jimin always spoke about you in their quiet time together.
Your friend’s face crumpled instantly.
“She sounded—” Your voice cracked painfully. “She sounded comfortable there.”
That sentence shattered the room.
Because that was the real horror, wasn’t it?
Not just that Jimin cheated.
But it didn’t look unfamiliar.
Your friend moved beside you instantly, gripping your hand tightly.
“Don’t do that to yourself,” she said firmly.
“But what if it wasn’t the first time?” you whispered.
The words finally escaped.
The fear that had been growing quietly in the back of your mind ever since you left the penthouse.
Your breathing became uneven again.
“What if I just never noticed?”
Your friend’s expression hardened immediately but Taehyung spoke first.
“Listen to me carefully,” he said softly but firmly, forcing your eyes toward his. “What he did tonight is on him. Not you. Don’t start tearing yourself apart trying to make sense of someone else’s awful decision.”
Fresh tears slipped down your cheeks.
“I was so happy today,” you whispered shakily. “I was so happy…”
The tiny socks flashed in your mind again.
Jimin’s smile you’d imagined.
The future you thought you were walking toward.
Gone.
Or maybe not gone.
But broken.
Your friend’s eyes filled with tears at your expression before she wrapped her arms around you again carefully.
“You don’t have to figure anything out tonight,” she whispered against your hair. “Okay? Just breathe. One thing at a time.”
But before you could respond—
Headlights flashed across the kitchen windows.
The entire room went still.
Taehyung looked toward the front of the house immediately while your body locked up completely.
synopsis: You’ve always lived in the quiet edges of campus life—just another face in the lecture halls, just another student rushing across the quad. That anonymity was safe. Until Jimin smiled at you. Until Seonghwa started saving you a seat.
Now, the silence you once craved feels fragile. Their presence lingers everywhere: in the brush of a hand too close to yours, in the weight of eyes that follow even when you look away.
It should feel like choice, like possibility. But shadows don’t ask permission before they swallow the light.
You wake before your alarm, a habit born of an uneasy vigilance, and the first thing you notice is the light—or the lack thereof—seeping through the blinds. Lately, you haven’t been sleeping the best. Your roommate has a new boyfriend and they have kept you up most nights than you would like to admit. You don't jump out of bed. Instead, you spend a quiet ten minutes with your eyes closed, cataloging your day, not for excitement, but for what’s needed out of you today.
“The university’s romance festival is today…that means class will be short today.” you say softly and slightly relieved. That meant you had an early start to your weekend and relax.
As much as you could any way.
You start with the essentials. A shower,hot, not too long though. You dress simply, but still fashionable. Comfortable but not rushed together. You wore a white long sleeved crop top and baggy jeans. Opting to put on cute gold simple jewelry, layered necklaces and a simple dark grey jacket just in case you get cold. You did simple makeup and your hair felt ready for the day.
You didn’t always post on social media but you did decide to post a quick story selfie. Slipping your phone into your back pocket, you quickly head to the kitchen.
Breakfast is the same small meal everyday-or most-well some days. Whenever you remember. Toast with butter, jam, strawberry, always strawberry, fried eggs, sometimes scrambled or boiled, depending on the day with an iced coffee that you never compromised on. As you eat, you pull out your schedule for the day, noting which classes you had today and which classes were shortened for the festival. You slipped on your cute pink bag with a small teddy bear keyring and a ‘IDK ask Jesus about it’ push pin on your shoulders and headed out the door.
~~~~~
You arrive on campus early, the air still cool, the walkways quieter than usual. You like this part of the morning best—before the noise, before the rush—when it feels like the campus belongs only to you. You had your airpods in as you liked listening to music while you walked. You pulled one out as you noticed someone else’s presence.
“Good morning.”
Jimin falls into step beside you as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. He’s smiling, bright and familiar, holding out a coffee you don’t remember asking for.
“I thought you might want this,” he says. “You always look cold in the mornings.”
You take it automatically, fingers warming around the cup. “Thank you.”
He beams, pleased in a way that makes your chest flutter. You tell yourself it’s just kindness. Jimin is kind to everyone. You just… happen to be nearby more often lately.
In class, Seonghwa is already seated when you arrive. Your usual chair is empty—waiting. He glances up briefly as you sit, nodding once in acknowledgment before returning to his notes.
He slides a printed handout your way without looking.
“You missed this last lecture,” he says quietly. “The professor passed it out while you were gone.”
“Oh—thanks,” you murmur, surprised. “I guess I can mark that off my list of to-dos.” you said softly with a smile before sitting in your seat.
He hums in response, calm, composed. You notice how neat his notes are, how every margin is used efficiently. There’s something comforting about his presence—solid, grounding.
“Are you guys going to the festival tonight?” you asked softly, opening your notes. Jimin’s eyes lit up, “Is that an invitation?” Seonghwa rolled eyes but remained calculated and calm. “She’s not inviting us. She’s just asking if we are attending.”
Jimin’s eyes turned dark for a minute as Seonghwa spoke but he quickly returned back to his bubbly persona. You could feel the tension build between them, it was undeniable.
“If you are going, then I guess I’ll go as well.” Seonghwa said never lifting his eyes from his writing, not even briefly. Jimin chuckled, “My friends and I thought about going if you wanted to join us,” Jimin said, taking it a step further.
Seonghwa’s hand stopped writing for a split second as if he was offended by Jimin’s request. Your cheeks warmed up and you found yourself blushing.
“I was just asking because my friends and I are going. I just wanted to see if you guys would be there too.” you said with a small smile. Jimin smiled and nodded, sitting in his usual place behind you.
Between them, the day passes easily.
Jimin walks you to your next building, chatting softly, pointing out a poster he thinks you’d like. Seonghwa holds the door open when your hands are full, steps aside so you can pass first.
It all feels… normal.
Safe. A little too safe but you weren’t complaining.
It isn’t until later, as the sun dips lower and the day starts to wear on you, that things shift.
“You’re staying late?” Jimin asks as you shoulder your bag after your final class.
You nod. “Yeah only for a little. There are a few hours left until the festival so I told a friend I’d help her with something after class.”
“Oh.” he trailed off.
It’s just one word, gentle and thoughtful—but his steps slow, just slightly.
“You didn’t eat today,” he adds casually. “You only had toast and eggs this morning.”
You blink. You remember posting a story this morning but you didn’t post your breakfast.
That you were certain of.
“How did you—?”
He smiles, soft and fond. “You skip lunch on Mondays. And Thursdays. You always say you’ll eat later. You’ve also mentioned that toast and jam is your favorite. Strawberry jam only though, sometimes you will have eggs.”
There’s no accusation in his tone. No judgment. Just familiarity.
Still, something tightens in your chest but before you could say anything Jimin started again.
“You look tired,” Jimin continues, adjusting the strap of your bag and pushing the loose strands of your hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering, his smile gentle.
“It’s okay to cancel sometimes. People should understand when you need rest. Also we have a busy night tonight so maybe you should get a little rest before then”
You hesitate. You are tired. It would be nice to go home early. Especially since you were going to be out late tonight.
“I guess…” you say slowly.
“Good,” he replies—too quickly, too relieved. “I’ll walk you home.”
By the time you pull your phone out, the message cancelling your plans is already typed out. All you have to do is send it.
Jimin watches you, smiling gently. Like he already knows you will.
Later, you tell yourself you’re overthinking it.
But it did linger a lot longer than you would have liked.
~~~~~~~
“It’s so romantic,” Mi-rae said, looking at all the cute pink and white lanterns and pretty decorations. You, Mi-rae and Skye were walking with linked arms, you in the middle of course, just taking in the drastic difference of your university at nighttime during festivals. You smiled as she became so elated by the romantic atmosphere. You almost forget how crowded campus can get. Especially for something like this.
By the time the sun starts to dip, the walkways are lined with booths and strings of lights, laughter spilling over itself. Music hums somewhere in the distance—bass vibrating through the pavement beneath your shoes. The air smells like sugar and oil and something fried you can’t quite name.
“I wonder if Jimin will be here” Mi-rae teased, determined to get the two of you to spin alone time with one another. Skye shook her head “The real question should be if Seonghwa would be here. I doubt it because he’s too mature for things like this.”
“So why are we here?” you asked, poking fun at Skye to which made her blush and Mi-rae giggle. “That doesn’t count for girls, of course we can be here.”
The three of you continued your way through the festival, finally catching sight of both Jimin and Seonghwa, even their friends too.
“Stay close,” Jimin says lightly, already reaching for your wrist.
It’s instinctive, the way your hand turns in his. You tell yourself it’s just practical—there are too many people, too much movement—but his grip doesn’t loosen even when the crowd thins.
Seonghwa walks on your other side, steady and unhurried. Where Jimin pulls, Seonghwa guides—one hand hovering just behind your back, close enough that you feel the heat of it through your clothes.
“You’ll want to see this booth,” Seonghwa says, nodding toward a row of department stalls ahead. “It’s quieter.”
Jimin hums. “Or we could go get food first. You haven’t eaten.”
They move together through the festival as if they’ve done this before, weaving you between them with practiced ease. Someone bumps into Seonghwa’s shoulder; he doesn’t flinch, only shifts closer until there’s no space left to invade.
At a game booth, a student behind the counter grins at you.
“Want to try? First throw’s free.”
You hesitate—but Jimin’s already handing over a ticket.
“She’s good at this,” he says confidently, watching you instead of the booth. “Aren’t you?”
You’re not sure how he knows. You throw anyway. The ring lands cleanly, perfectly.
The prize—a small plush—ends up in Jimin’s hands first. He presses it into your chest like it belongs there.
“See?” he says softly. “I knew it.”
Later, at a wish board strung with ribbons and handwritten notes, you pause with the pen hovering over the paper.
“What are you going to write?” Jimin asks, peeking over your shoulder.
Seonghwa waits silently, eyes on the blank space.
“I don’t know,” you admit.
Jimin smiles. “Something happy.”
Seonghwa speaks a second later.
“Something lasting.”
You laugh quietly, trying to brush off the strange weight of it, and write something vague instead. When you tie the ribbon to the board, Seonghwa adjusts the knot—tightens it so it won’t come loose.
Music swells from the main stage, cheers rippling through the crowd.
“Let’s go closer,” Jimin says, already pulling you along. Your friends are living for the interactions between you three.
In the press of bodies, Seonghwa shifts behind you, his hand settling at your waist to keep you steady. Jimin stays in front, clearing a path, glancing back every few steps to make sure you’re still there.
You are.
Always.
During the performance, Jimin doesn’t look at the stage. He looks at you.
Seonghwa watches the crowd instead.
When it’s over, when the noise fades and the lights dim, you realize something small and unsettling—
You don’t remember choosing where to go next.
You only remember following.
And neither of them lets go.
~~~~
The library is quiet when you arrive, the late afternoon crowd thinning out. You scan the room out of habit—and stop.
Your usual seat is taken.
Not by a stranger.
Seonghwa looks up from his laptop as if he’s been expecting you.
“I moved your things,” he says calmly, gesturing to the chair beside him. Your notebook sits there, aligned perfectly with the table’s edge.
“Oh,” you murmur. “I didn’t realize—”
“It’s better here,” he continues. “Less noise. Fewer distractions.”
You glance toward your usual table.
“That spot’s reserved now,” Seonghwa adds evenly.
“A study group requested it.”
“I didn’t see a sign.”
“I took care of it earlier,” he says, already sliding your notebook closer.
“You focus better when you’re not interrupted.”
The chair beside him is already pulled out.
Waiting.
You sit down before you realize you’ve decided.
Seonghwa resumes typing, unbothered, as though everything is exactly as it should be.
From across the room, you catch Jimin’s reflection in the glass—watching, smiling softly when your eyes meet.
Something settles in your stomach then.
Not fear.
Not yet.
Just the quiet, creeping sense that the day has been gently… adjusted around you.
ꔫ rating: M (this fic may explore some darker themes please read at your own discretion. Take care of yourself.)
ꔫ wc: 3.2k
ꔫ warnings: obsessive nature, obsessive nature, SMUT, fighting, Jimin is actually losing his mind, CHEATING (Jimin cheats but he REALLY regrets it :( ) , forgiveness is not going to come easy. JIMIN REALLY IS DOWN BAD FOR YOU. Failed pregnancy attempts mentioned.
ꔫ synopsis: You were supposed to surprise your husband with the news that you were finally pregnant after MONTHS of trying and failed attempts. It's supposed to be the happiest day of your lives...
Instead, you surprised him cheating.
Now Park Jimin is the man who ruined the happiest moment of your life—and the same man begging for a chance to prove he still deserves you.
But forgiveness isn’t simple when love and betrayal share the same breath.
You met Jimin when you were 23, at the highlight of his career. The same night you broke off your engagement to a man that couldn’t even remember your favorite color.
You thought you would be sad but you were quite the opposite. You were having the time of your life. You and your friends were lighting up the dance floor. Drinks were flowing and the music was rolling. There was no bad thought that came to your mind. You felt…free.
You were bouncing between your friends and strangers when you felt eyes burning the back of your head from the VIP section.
Park Jimin, also 23 then—intoxicating and mysterious. It didn’t take long from the moment your eyes connected for him to make his move. He showered you in a luxury that you didn’t know before. Dates on private islands, daily lunch dates and shopping trips. He once took you to Paris just because you were thinking about having pasta for dinner. He was the perfect example of how you felt a man should court you or any woman for that matter.
Within a month, despite your friends and families comments, you were married.
Crazy. Insane even but on the rare occasion, it worked.
It was a whirlwind, the honeymoon phase that never ended. It felt like it never would.
You had it all.
A beautiful life, amazing friends, a handsome husband that was crazy about you. The only thing you both wanted desperately was a child. Jimin would stay up at night, laying on your chest with his hand sprawled on your flat stomach, thinking about how beautiful you would be carrying his child, the one thing he wanted that money couldn’t buy.
He became obsessed.
This wasn't an empty obsession. This wasn’t a “Once the baby gets here, you’re going to wish you never had kids.” type of thing.
You and Jimin are certain that this is what you wanted. You talked about it all the time with your friends. Jimin probably talked about more than you.
He spent countless hours looking up things that you both could do to conceive. He made you put your legs against the wall one time after a long night of making love, there was even a drink that you both drank to ‘enhance’ your chances of conceiving.
But nothing you did helped.
Month after month, the negative tests started to pile up.
Every disappointment hurt worse than the last but Jimin stayed hopeful.
“It’s not our turn yet but soon my love. Soon.” he would say, holding you from being, hiding his face in your neck, seeking comfort from your scent and closeness. “We’re going to be the world’s best parents.”
But today? Today is different.
~~~~~
The bathroom is quiet. Too quiet.
Morning light filters through the large windows that hang behind the large bath, looking out at the busy city of Seoul below you, pale and soft, barely touching the white tile walls. You sit on the edge of the bathtub, elbows resting on your knees, the small plastic test clutched loosely in your hands.
You almost didn’t take it.
After so many months—so many quiet disappointments—you’d stopped expecting anything different. The routine had become painfully familiar: wake up, take the test, hold your breath… then tuck another negative result into the back of your mind like it never mattered, but Jimin’s hope is the only reason why you took the test today.
You wanted to be a mother but you had to admit the dream died each time you took a negative test. You were just a few tests away from your dream hitting the back burner.
So when the timer on your phone goes off, you don’t rush.
You stare at the floor for a moment longer, gathering yourself the way you always do. Preparing for the same hollow feeling.
A small part of you wished that you had waited for Jimin to return home before taking it but that ship has sailed.
“Okay,” you whisper softly to no one. “Whatever happens, happens.”
Your fingers tighten slightly around the test before you lift it.
And then you freeze.
Your eyes scan the result once.
Twice.
Three times.
Your heart doesn’t react right away—your mind refuses to catch up.
“…No.”
The word leaves your lips as a quiet breath, barely audible.
You lean forward, squinting at the window then the beautiful fixtures like maybe the light is wrong when that’s the furthest from the truth in this beautiful penthouse you and Jimin live in. Maybe you're reading it wrong. Your hands fumble slightly as you reach for the instruction pamphlet sitting on the counter, unfolding it with shaky fingers.
Two lines.
Two lines means—
You look back at the test.
The second line is faint, but it’s there. Clear enough that you can’t pretend it isn’t.
Your chest tightens suddenly.
“No… no, that—that’s not right–”
Your voice breaks off as your breath catches.
Your heart starts beating faster now, a nervous rhythm thudding against your ribs. You flip the test over in your hands, then back again, as if the answer might somehow change if you look at it from another angle.
It doesn’t.
The line is still there.
Your fingers start trembling.
“After all this time…?”
The words come out as a whisper, fragile and uncertain.
You stand up too quickly, pacing the small bathroom once, your thoughts spinning.
“Take another one, this one has to be wrong..”
Instinctively, you grab another test from the box under the sink, the last one left, and take it with rushed, clumsy movements.
Then you sit again.
Waiting feels impossible this time. You could hardly hold your composure.
Your leg bounces, your fingers twisting together while the seconds drag by. Your eyes keep drifting back to the first test sitting on the counter like it might disappear if you stop watching it.
Months of memories crowd your mind.
All the negative tests.
All the hopeful mornings that ended in quiet disappointment. All the nights cuddling Jimin and comforting one another may have not been…for nothing?
The times you told yourself not to get your hopes up.
The timer goes off again.
Your stomach flips instantly making you nauseous.
Slowly—almost fearfully—you reach for the second test.
Your hands shake so badly you almost drop it.
You look down.
And there it is.
Two lines.
Clearer this time.
Both lines, bold and pink. In your face.
For a moment, the world goes completely silent.
Your breath leaves you in a shaky exhale as your knees suddenly give out, and you sink down onto the cool bathroom floor without thinking. The tests remain clutched tightly in your hands while you stare at them like they’re something fragile… something unreal.
“I…”
Your throat tightens.
A laugh escapes you first—soft, disbelieving, almost breathless.
Then suddenly your vision blurs.
Tears spill down your cheeks before you can stop them.
“Oh my god…thank you, God”
Your voice cracks as the words finally sink in.
You press a hand over your mouth, shoulders shaking as the reality crashes into you all at once. All the months of trying, hoping, hurting—it all pours out in the form of quiet, overwhelmed sobs.
Your other hand curls protectively around your stomach without you even realizing it.
“Please,” you whisper through the tears, your voice trembling.
“Please stay. Don’t leave us this time..”
The room is still silent, but your heart feels louder than everything.
You sit there on the bathroom floor for a long time, clutching the tests like proof that this moment is real.
Every few seconds your eyes flick back down just to make sure.
Just to see those two lines again.
And again.
And again.
Because after so many times seeing only one… you’re still afraid to believe it.
So almost instantly, you scheduled an appointment, just to be sure as if two tests weren’t enough.
It’s taking everything out of you not to run and tell Jimin but you vowed to make this special for him too. This was taking a toll on him just as much as it was you. You needed to make sure first before opening up to him…you couldn’t face it if it was a misread or false alarm.
You had your mind set. As soon as you got the confirmation from the doctors, you were going to set up something special for your husband when he comes home from his trip to Japan.
~~~~~~~~~
The doctor’s office smells faintly of antiseptic and lavender air freshener.
You’ve been staring at the same spot on the wall for the last five minutes—the framed photo of a newborn wrapped in a pink blanket. The baby’s tiny hand is curled around someone’s finger.
Your leg bounces uncontrollably.
You press your palms together in your lap to stop it, but the nervous energy refuses to settle. Your heart has been racing since the nurse took the blood sample.
It feels ridiculous, almost.
You already saw the tests. Two of them.
But after everything… you needed someone to tell you it was real.
The door opens.
Your head lifts immediately.
The doctor steps in with a small tablet and a small packet in hand, offering you a gentle smile as they sit down on the rolling stool across from you.
You try to read their expression.
You’ve become good at that over the months—searching faces for hints before the words come.
Your fingers twist together.
“Well,” the doctor says softly, glancing at the screen for a moment.
Your stomach drops.
Your heart pounds so loudly you’re sure they can hear it.
“Your results came back.”
Your throat tightens.
You nod quickly, unable to trust your voice.
The doctor looks back up at you.
And smiles.
“The test is positive. Congratulations.”
For a moment… nothing happens.
The words float in the air between you, simple and clear.
Positive.
Congratulations.
Your brain doesn’t catch up right away.
“…I am?” you ask quietly before you can stop yourself.
Your voice sounds small. Fragile.
The doctor’s smile widens a little.
“Yes,” they say gently. “You’re pregnant.”
The room goes completely silent.
Your chest rises with a shaky breath as the meaning finally settles in.
Pregnant.
Not maybe.
Not hopefully.
Not another faint line on a plastic test you’re afraid to trust.
Real.
Your vision blurs suddenly.
“Oh…”
The sound escapes you like the air has been knocked from your lungs.
You press a hand over your mouth as tears immediately fill your eyes.
Your shoulders shake once, twice, before a breathless laugh slips out with the tears.
“I—sorry,” you say quickly, wiping your face even though the tears keep coming. “I just…”
Your voice cracks.
“We’ve been trying for so long. I kind of wish he was here with me to hear this good news. He’s so excited to become a father.”
The doctor’s expression softens with understanding.
“That makes this moment even more special.”
Your hand slowly drifts down to your stomach without thinking.
It’s still the same.
Nothing feels different.
But suddenly your mind can’t stop repeating the same thought.
There’s a baby there.
Your baby.
You swallow hard.
“Everything looks okay… right?” you ask, the fear creeping back in despite the joy.
The doctor nods reassuringly.
“So far, everything looks exactly as it should.”
The tension you didn’t realize you were holding finally releases.
Your shoulders drop slightly as another quiet breath escapes you.
Relief floods through you so suddenly it almost makes you dizzy.
“Thank you,” you whisper.
The words feel too small for what you mean.
You thank them again before the appointment ends, clutching the printed paperwork and appointment card like they’re precious.
Because they are.
The moment you step outside the clinic, the cool air hits your face.
And suddenly it feels real all over again.
You sit in the driver’s seat of your car for a long moment, staring down at the small envelope the nurse handed you.
Inside is the confirmation paperwork.
Proof.
Your fingers rest against your stomach again.
“Hi,” you whisper softly, almost shyly.
The word makes you laugh quietly to yourself.
You wipe the last of your tears before starting the car.
There’s someone else who needs to know.
But not like this.
Not rushed.
Not through a phone call filled with shaky breathing.
Jimin deserves something special.
After everything you’ve both been through… he deserves a moment he’ll never forget.
Later that afternoon, your kitchen table is covered in small things.
A tiny white box.
Soft tissue paper.
And the smallest pair of baby socks you could find at the store.
They’re impossibly tiny. Seeing them in the store for the first time, you thought they were fake. Fighting the urge to buy every single thing available.
You hold them between your fingers, your chest tightening as emotion creeps up again.
“You’re going to be a dad,” you whisper quietly, imagining Jimin’s face when he realizes.
Your heart flutters at the thought.
You gently place the socks inside the box.
Then you add the pregnancy test—the second one you took that morning—and fold the doctor’s confirmation paper neatly beneath it.
For a moment, you just stare at it.
Your hands hover over the lid.
You suddenly feel nervous all over again.
What if he cries?
What if he doesn’t believe it at first?
What if he just stares the way you did?
A smile slowly spreads across your face.
You close the lid carefully.
Then tie a soft ribbon around the box.
By the time you place it on the table, your heart is beating just as fast as it did in the doctor’s office.
Except this time…
It’s excitement.
You glance toward the door, imagining the moment Jimin walks in.
Imagining the confusion on his face when you hand him the box.
Imagining the exact second it clicks.
Your hand drifts to your stomach again.
And this time, your smile is soft and full of wonder.
“Just wait until he finds out.”
But you’ll never see his reaction…
Because the night you were going to tell him, you heard something that made your stomach churn.
You walked in after a long day of celebrating with your friends when you noticed the small box still sitting on the table. You frowned softly as you walked over to pick it up.
“Maybe he was too tired to notice it and just wanted to head to bed.” you mumbled to yourself. You headed up the stairs when you heard faint voices that sounded like Jimin’s. Your heart began to race as you were seconds away from telling your husband that after almost a year of failed attempts, you were finally pregnant.
But when you opened the door…your heart almost stopped beating…
Jimin was looking up at a woman that you had never seen before with the biggest smile on his face. She was straddling his lap, moaning his name as her eyes closed in pleasure. You wanted to scream, you wanted to cry but neither came out.
You dropped the little white box, loud enough to make them stop. Jimin’s eyes landed on your back as you fled the room. Jimin didn’t waste any time. He threw off the woman, quickly becoming a forgotten object as he jumped out of bed.
“Baby! B-babe! Wait!”
But you didn’t.
Your heart hammered against your chest as you prayed you were wrong. That you hadn’t walked into your husband having sex with another woman. His voice chased you down the hall, you didn’t dare look back. You just threw yourself into your car, still warm from earlier. You sped towards your friend’s place, she only lived a few minutes away.
Jimin didn’t catch you in time. Breathless, he returned to the bedroom, tripping over the white box with its contents scattered across the floor. He frowned softly as he crouched down to get a closer look.
“What…wh-what is this?” he asked no one as he took the paperwork into his hands followed by the little tiny socks. “She’s…she’s pregnant? No…no no no no”
The realization hit him like a physical blow, making him sick to his stomach. He was seconds from throwing up but by the grace of God he was able to hold it back. Behind him, the woman appears with a pout. She leans down and kisses his temple softly, disregarding his troubled state.
“Do you need me, baby?” she asked, trailing her finger down his arm. He pushed her off, no longer caring about her wellbeing as all he could think about was finding you.
“Leave…you have no purpose anymore.”
She tried to protest, they always did but Jimin didn’t care he ignored her, retreating to his study to retrieve his phone. He called you non-stop but you refused to answer. Maybe you were still driving, you never answered the phone when you were driving, it was a safety measure that you always took. He’d imagine that you’d be even more protective since you were carrying his kid. He stared at his screen before his shaky hands began to type.
“Princess, I’m sorry…I’m so sorry. Please come back. Please let me explain everything.”
You sat outside of your friend’s house. You made no attempts to call her or text her. You didn’t even know what to say. Just a few hours ago you were here celebrating your positive pregnancy test and now you are back about to tell her that you found Jimin cheating on you.
You couldn’t stop crying despite telling yourself that you needed to calm down for the baby.
“You have to get it together…for the baby..”
The baby you and your husband prayed so hard for.
The baby Jimin cried for.
The baby you cried for.
You looked down at your phone with teary eyes before finally texting back.
“How could you do something like that to me? I gave you all of me…everything..and you go and cheat on me? I never want to see you again..”
Jimin’s chest tightened as he read your message, his jaw clenching so hard it ached. He ran his fingers through his disheveled hair. The words “I never want to see you again” burned into his retinas, replaying over and over in his mind.
He immediately typed back, his fingers trembling against the screen. There was no way on Earth he was going to lose his wife and child all in one night.
“She meant nothing, nothing at all yn. It meant nothing. NOTHING. You are the love of my life and you are carrying my beautiful child. I love you. I don’t want this for us. I know there’s nothing I can say right now that won’t sound disgusting after what I did… but please don’t shut me out.”
He hit send as he kicked his desk angrily before pacing his study like a caged animal, all the awards and trophies he had there rattling. Jimin couldn’t wait for you to respond, he texted you again.
“I’m coming to get you. We’re going to talk face to face about this, not behind a screen. You can’t leave me, not now, not ever.”
His possessiveness bled through every word, the entitlement he would sometimes carry twisted into something more desperate, fear. Fear of losing the one thing in this entire world that made him happy without too many expectations, the one thing he cared more about than the life he had built.
He grabbed his car keys and jacket, his hooded dark eyes blazing with determination and barely contained emotion, rage, not at you but at himself for letting this spiral out of control.
I know I’ve been posting a lot but this is everything I was writing while in the hospital, out and before I went the concert! BARE with me because SILENT GRACE IS COMING.
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After a long day of spending time with Yoongi’s mother, you were ready for a rest.
You loved spending time with her but she is the literal definition of ‘shop till you drop.’
You walked through the door of your bedroom where Yoongi was just setting down his jacket on the chair to the side. “You’re just getting home too?” You asked, setting the bags close to the closet for you to put away later.
He turned to you with a warm smile and nodded.
“Yeah, I had to listen to my father yap his life away. He just has so much to say nowadays.” Yoongi chuckled, loosening his tie before walking over to you and wrapping his arms around you. You lifted your arms around his neck with a sweet smile.
“Well, maybe he just wants to teach you a few more things before you take over, baby.” You replied, causing him to playfully roll his eyes.
“Trust me Blossom, there’s nothing else he could tell me.”
You chuckled before lifting up and kissing his lips. Yoongi hummed before pulling you closer and deepening the kiss. His hand found the apple of your bottom and squeezed it tight as he pecked your lips over and over.
“Take a shower with me, Blossom.”
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The warm water hit your body as you closed your eyes and let the steam relax you. Yoongi stood behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He left sweet kisses along your shoulders and neck. A soft hum left your lips as his hands traveled up and down your navel, slowly as he continued to nip at your neck.
He turned to grab the shampoo, squeezing a bit into his hands before running his fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp.
“Where did you and my mom end up?” he asked as he washed your hair.
“We went to a lot of different places. She showed me the market she used to take you and your brother when you were younger. We ate at a few stalls there.” you replied “It was all very good.”
Yoongi smiled, “I used to hate going to that place. My mom would make us carry everything she bought before we brought security around. My youngest brother never had to carry anything because he would drop it so, it was always Jihoon and I. It was only worth it if we got food after.” He chuckled.
“You’ll have to carry my stuff too when we go” You teased. “As long as I get some food, I’ll carry you if I have to” Yoongi snorted making you laugh.
He continued to wash your hair when you turned face him to rinse the soap from your hair.
Yoongi studied your body. He looked over every crevasse. He admired you. You were the most beautiful thing in his entire life. He loved how you accepted him, for him. You’ve been incredibly understanding, and he couldn’t ask for more. You wiped the water from your eyes before turning back around.
Yoongi wrapped his arms around your waist and pushed his hips into your ass and you could feel the heat off him, despite the water being hotter. "You're so beautiful, Blossom." His breath was hot against your ear as he spoke softly to you. A soft moan leaves your lips feeling his length behind you.
"You're so beautiful too, Yoongi." You turned around and looked into his eyes. He was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. He was taken aback a bit.
No one has ever told him something like that nor was he looking for it. He was used to being called handsome, of course, but beautiful? He wasn’t used to that.
Beautiful made him feel special and loved.
"You're beautiful too, Yoongi." You said again, looking up at him. He smiled and leaned in to kiss you. The water dripped off your bodies as he held onto the back of your neck while his tongue played with yours.
You broke the kiss and looked into his eyes. "I love you, Yoongi." He smiled again as he pushed your hair out of your face before looking down at you with a serious look.
“I love you too, Blossom. More than life itself” He whispered, taking your lips once again. You moaned into his mouth as he nibbled on your bottom lip. He pulled away and looked at you, "I want to make love to you." You whispered to him, looking up at him. “I want you”
He didn’t hesitate. He pushed you against the wall and pulled your legs around his waist. His cock was throbbing as he felt it brush up against your wet core, hardening more with every second that passed by.
"I need you." He whispered as he looked into your eyes. You nodded and smiled at him before kissing his neck softly while grinding against his member with your cunt, moaning softly as his lips attached directly to your breast.
You were driving him up the wall. Feeling your cunt on his member drove him mad. You moaned as he sucked on your nipple. He groaned and lifted his head to look at you before holding you up with one hand while grabbing his member, guiding it across your clit.
You gasped as he pushed into you. He groaned and bit his lip, holding onto your waist tightly while slowly pushing in and out of you.
You moaned and held onto his shoulders as he continued to fuck you. "You feel so good, baby." He whispered into your ear. You whimpered out as he began to pound into you harder and faster. “You’re doing so well for me Blossom. You’re taking me so well.”
He groaned out as he continued to fuck you. You moan and kiss his neck, "I love how good you feel inside of me." His eyes rolled back into the sockets when you said that. "Fuck!" He groaned out as he began to pound into you faster. You moaned and whimpered, holding onto his shoulders tightly while your pussy clenched around him tighter with every thrust of his cock inside of you.
Yoongi was close but he wasn’t done. No.
This was going to last all night.
He groaned out as he pushed into you harder and faster. You gasped for air, feeling his cock throb inside of your pussy while the water continued to hit both of your bodies. "Fuck! I'm gonna cum, I-I’m going to cum” you whine scratching his back, only turning him on more. “Cum all you want...I’m not done with you” he smirked.
He continued to fuck you but his pace grew slower and deeper, his cock throbbing inside of you. That drove you over the edge "Fuck! I'm cumming!" You cried out as your pussy clenched around him tightly, feeling the waves of pleasure rush through your body. Yoongi’s pace slowed as he fucked his cum back into you. Not letting a single drop slip out. “More?” He looked into your eyes, full of desire.
“Y-yes. Please..”
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He laid you down on the bed and looked at you. "I'm going to fuck you so good, baby." He whispered as he crawled up your body and kissed your lips softly.
He kissed your neck, down to the top of your breasts. You moaned as he continued kissing his way down towards your pussy and back up again. “P-please don’t tease me Yoongi.” You whined.
Yoongi smirked with a devious grin as he looked up at you, kissing your core gently before licking it up with the tip of his tongue. Goosebumps coated your skin as he continued to eat you out.
He licked you up with the tip of his tongue, making your hips buck against him. “Fuck…Yoongi” You cried out, gripping his hair tightly. He looked into your eyes as he continued to swirl his tongue inside of you. Yoongi began to suck on your clit gently while pushing two fingers inside of you slowly but firmly.
Your pleasure was the only thing on Yoongi’s mind.
Not the fact that you may be too loud.
Not the fact that all his employees can hear you.
Not the fact that he had an early flight he needed to catch.
You were the only thing he was worried about.
He groans and pulls away from your core, watching you make a mess of the bed and his fingers. That didn’t stop him. He continued to pump his fingers in and out of you until he felt you clench around his fingers only making you gasp from the sudden emptiness.
Before you could even speak he crashed his lips into yours, biting your bottom lip and pulling you on top of him. You straddled his hips and began to grind on his member while you kissed his neck, leaving all types of marks on his pale skin.
Yoongi didn’t contain his moans even if he wanted to. You push him back with a smile on your face. “My turn” You smirked pushing yourself directly on top of his member, letting a moan leave your lips.
Yoongi moaned as he held on to your hips while you grinded against him, feeling him stretching your already sensitive core even more, you weren’t going to last long. He lifted his body and held you close to him, moving your hips against him while his moans flew out his mouth.
“That’s it, pretty girl. That’s it. You’re doing so good for me, Blossom. T-take all of me.” He groaned into your ear. “Cum with me”
You were at your wit's end. Moans were flying from both of your mouths as you held on to one another. A few moments more and you came first with Yoongi cumming shortly after.
“I love you, Blossom” Yoongi said panting before laying back trying to catch his breath. You were exhausted but you felt great. You laid on his chest holding him close, half asleep already.
“I love you too, Yoon.” You said softly before falling asleep.
Yoongi chuckled softly before kissing your head and falling asleep with you in his arms.
ꔫ Summary: Detective Yoongi, a highly successful and disciplined officer known for his quiet demeanor and effective crime-solving abilities, often working with his childhood friends. You are amused by his reserved nature, playfully asserts that you will eventually make him crack.
Morning came like it always did for Yoongi—orderly, predictable, quiet. Every step of his routine had been the same for years, down to the exact seat he claimed at his desk. Nothing in his world shifted without his permission.
He still couldn’t tell if it was discipline or just routine.
Whatever it was, it was comfortable for him.
Wake up at 4:00 AM, precisely. He’d lay there, in the dark, staring at the ceiling and listening to the soft hum of his humidifier. Just a few minutes his body sprung into action.
First, his cold shower, then, a quick, high-intensity workout in his home gym – a series of pull-ups, push-ups, squats,and burpees.
Purely did it out of discipline and routine.
Next, a second shower, this time nice and warm.
‘Center yourself…’ he told himself.
After his second shower, he brewed himself a pot of his signature black coffee, the same that he drank every single day. 6:00 AM, he was dressed in a crisp, dark suit, this time navy, his hair laid on his shoulders and behind his ears. One singular strain of hair laid on his forehead, completing his look. Yoongi was finally ready to start the day.
But something was a little different.
He felt his phone buzz an ungodly amount of times. He frowned as he opened his phone to find his team had made a group chat and had already had one hundred messages between them.
Just then an unrecognizable number also responded in the group chat.
Unknown #: you guys are so funny. Thx for the warm welcomes!
Jimin: I’ll always give my wife the warmest of welcomes. I have some even warmer ones if you'd like.
Jungkook: evy1 knos I give the warmest of welcomes
Yoongi rolled his eyes. His team was already off their game and being annoying. Thank God they didn’t wake him out of his sleep. He just got into his car and headed on to work.
‘Definitely going to be trouble.’ he mumbled to himself.
Heading to his desk as he always did, to his surprise, you were already there, going over some case files. In that moment he looked over at his desk but you had already figured where his mind was going.
“I didn’t touch anything. Jungkook said I could look through his files since you don’t like your stuff touched.” You said with a soft but genuine smile looking over at Yoongi. Yoongi didn’t give it any more thought. He kept his head down and headed to his desk when he noticed that there was a fresh cup of coffee on his desk. For a moment he thought he had forgotten to clean it out but then he felt the heat radiating from it.
“I’ve noticed that you drank a lot of coffee yesterday, so I thought since I was here before you I’d pour you a cup.” You said sweetly.
Yoongi felt this overwhelming anxiety washing over him.
Another part of his routine disturbed.
‘Mm gotta fix it. Need to fix it’ he thought to himself
Without another word Yoongi grabbed the cup and dumped it into the trash before walking away to wash his cup. You sat there dumb founded. A small part of you felt disrespected by this stranger’s actions.
You were just trying to be nice.
Your mouth slightly fell ajar until he returned.
Yoongi simply went back to the coffee pot and poured him another cup hoping to fix this crippling feeling before it got worse.
‘It’s fine…she didn’t know. You don’t have to feel this way. You don’t have to react this way. Breathe.’ he told himself. He reminded himself.
But no matter how much discipline he had and no matter how many times he had to tell himself that it was okay.
It was clear as day…that it wasn’t…
As much as you wanted to be upset, you couldn’t be.
Not when you can feel how the air shifted.
“Hey are you okay?” You asked softly, standing.
You saw how his hands began to shake softly, how his ears turned red and the sweat coating his forehead. You started to walk over to him as you watched the constant war go on in his mind.
“Yoongi!” you said moving his cup just in time before it overfilled. The hot coffee spilled on your hands caused you to hiss before you rushed to put it to the side, shaking your hand as if it was going to stop the burning. Yoongi snapped out of it.
“I-I’m so sorry.” Yoongi’s words came out rushed and sympathetic as he grabbed paper towels to help clean you up. You shook your head, “There’s nothing to apologize for.” you said taking the paper towels from him and dapping your hands. “I’m okay.”
His composure, usually as unyielding as stone, fractured. The meticulously built walls of his routine, the ones that kept the chaos of the world—and his own mind—at bay, were crumbling. It wasn't just the spilled coffee; it was the unexpected, gentle presence of you, the casual concern in your voice, the way you had so effortlessly disrupted his carefully constructed order. A surge of raw, unadulterated anxiety pulsed through him, hot and suffocating, threatening to drag him down into the depths of a panic he fought so desperately to control.
He was exposed, vulnerable, and the feeling was alien and terrifying.
He’d do anything to make it stop.
"I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, Y/n. Are you okay?" Yoongi repeated, his voice still laced with a frantic edge, his eyes scanning your hands for any sign of injury. A small frown grew on your face. It was like he didn’t hear you at all.
"Yoongi, really, it’s fine," you insisted, a soft laugh escaping you. “I’ve been through worse than this.” You gently took his shaking hands in yours, a silent attempt to ground him. "It was just a splash, see? The redness will go away sooner or later. No harm done." You squeezed his hands reassuringly, your gaze steady and kind. "It was an accident. Please don’t worry about it."
His eyes, wide with alarm moments before, slowly softened as he looked at your face, then down at your hands, still held in his. The rigid tension in his shoulders seemed to ease, just a fraction. He took a deep, shaky breath, the color slowly returning to his cheeks.
Just then, the familiar boisterous voices of his team echoed through the precinct as they approached their corner.
"Morning, Hyung! What’s all the fuss about?" Jungkook called out, followed closely by Jimin, Taehyung, Hoseok, Namjoon, and Seokjin, all looking curious. Their eyes landed on you and Yoongi, your hands still clasped together, and the spilled coffee on the floor.
Yoongi, as if a switch had been flipped, instantly pulled his hands away from yours. His face, which had just begun to show a hint of vulnerability, hardened back into its usual unreadable mask.
"Nothing," he blurted out, his voice flat, turning sharply back to his desk. He picked up a clean cloth from a nearby drawer and began meticulously wiping down the spilled coffee, his movements precise and economical once more. You moved to the side watching him closely. The moment of fractured composure was gone, replaced by the familiar, almost robotic efficiency that defined him. He was back to his routine, the walls rebuilt, the silence once again unbroken.
You decided not to make it a big deal. Turning to the rest of the guys, you smiled brightly. “Nothing, it’s okay. I’m a little clumsy in the morning. I spilled Yoongi’s coffee by accident.” you said.
Jungkook and Jimin rushed by your side checking your hands in a panicked manner.
“Oh goodness, is our Y/n okay?”
“You didn’t spill it on yourself did you?”
“She did! Her hands our red, we need to get her to the hospital QUICK-”
“Stop being so dramatic, kids. Y/n do you need medical attention?” Seokjin asked, stepping in between you, Jimin and Jungkook, taking your reddened hand into his.
You laughed softly, “No, it’s okay. I’m fine. Thank you for checking on me and thank you, Yoongi for cleaning the mess. I really appreciate it.” you said, turning to him.
His eyes met yours.
He couldn’t explain what he was feeling but it felt…safe. It wasn’t a big deal. You didn’t need to cover for him but the fact that you did made him feel safe.
It saved him from making more of a fool of himself.
They softened just a bit as you both know the truth. He nodded.
“Of course. Don’t worry about it.”
A few hours later, you were sitting at your desk, going over the files with Jimin as he was getting you up to speed about the current cases.
You probably should have gotten this information from Yoongi but you didn’t want to pressure him into talking any more.
Especially after everything this morning. Something told you that it was best that you allowed him time to recover. You took notice of the way he kept apologizing and how his hands started to shake.
It was more than him being rude or needing things a certain way.
He needed control.
“The main thing we are dealing with right now is a lot of teenagers are finding themselves in sticky situations. Some of them come from good homes while the others’ families are struggling. Both of them want one thing and that’s money. These kids will do anything for it, sadly.” Jimin sighed as he looked over the papers in his hands.
“What type of situations are they getting themselves into? Is it something like petty theft?” you asked. That’s when Jungkook came by and sat on the corner of your desk.
“It’s more than that, my pretty girl. A lot of these kids don’t have any priors or they’re small things. It starts as petty theft but it increases into things like drugs, fights and gambling, almost quickly too. A lot of these kids are managers to things like bowling alleys and gaming cafes that are known for having an underground operation.” Jungkook added as he stood behind you. His arms are wrapped loosely around you, his hands planted flatly against your desk as he looks at the files over your shoulder. “We just found this kid a few days before you got here. We have officers protecting his home as we speak.”
Your heart dropped. You felt awful for these kids. You understood that if someone does a crime, they must pay the repercussions for their actions…but these are teenagers.
“What type of adult would put these kids in this type of situation?” you asked softly, taking the pictures of these children into your hands.
“Someone with a lot to lose. They sell these kids a pipe dream. They tell them that they will pay their parents’ debts off or they will let them borrow a large amount of money in exchange for doing dirty work for them. And when these kids ask what will happen if they get caught they tell them that their time will be less or they won’t get any time because they are young. They fall for it every time.” Jimin replied, Jungkook nodded.
“They may pay their parents’ debt but they’ll be in debt to the one who they work for and little do they know that every day that goes by their debt goes up by nearly five percent. These people take everything from these kids to force them to need them and not rely on their parents. Most never come forward in fear for their lives and their families. It’s an endless cycle.” Jungkook added.
Your heart ached for the families. You knew that some if not most of these kids had good intentions. They only wanted to make things easier for themselves, not thinking about the cost.
You hoped that you could at least help some of them if not all of them.
The chief came in and didn’t waste time. “Since you’re officially partners now, I’ll ease you in with something simple. There’s a witness down at the train station—the shop owner saw someone suspicious hanging around last night. It probably is nothin’ but I think it’ll be good for the two of you to get used to workin’ with one another. Min, you’ll take her.”
Yoongi closed the file he’d been reading, stood, and buttoned his jacket without a word. You scrambled to grab your bag and followed him out.
The ride was quiet. Too quiet. You tried twice to start a conversation, but all you got in return were noncommittal hums. By the third attempt, you leaned back in the passenger seat and muttered just loud enough for him to hear,
“You really are allergic to words.” Now that you saw him crack you knew, you were close.
Yoongi’s eyes flicked to you, then back to the road. “Words are unnecessary if you listen properly.”
You blinked, tilting your head. “Wow. So you do talk in full sentences. I was starting to think you only came with one-word replies installed.”
For a moment, the corner of his mouth threatened to move again—his heart skipping a beat—but he hid it by tightening his grip on the wheel.
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At the train station, the shop owner began nervously recounting what he’d seen. Yoongi cut in with sharp, direct questions: time, location, description. Efficient. Exact.
You, however, leaned in kindly, asking if he felt safe, if he wanted water, making him relax enough to add details he might’ve skipped.
He noticed the small, almost imperceptible shake in the shop owner's hands, the way his eyes darted around the busy station. Yoongi registered these details, but his focus remained on the facts. You, on the other hand, saw the man, not just the witness. You asked about his day, offered a calming smile, and watched as the tension slowly drained from his shoulders. It was in those moments of shared humanity that the true depth of the situation began to unfold, the subtle nuances that a purely factual interrogation might miss.
"Did you notice anything unusual?" Yoongi asked, his gaze fixed on the man.
The shop owner wrung his hands. "Well, not at first. Just a kid, really. But he kept coming back. Like he was waiting for something or someone."
"What did he look like?" Yoongi pressed, pulling out a small notepad.
"Young, maybe sixteen. Dark hair, kind of messy. And he had this… this anxious energy about him. Kept looking over his shoulder." The man paused, then added, "He bought a coffee, but he didn’t even drink it."
You stepped forward gently. "Did he say anything to anyone? Or did anyone approach him?"
The owner shook his head. "No, ma’am. He just sat there, fiddling with his phone. But then, later, a black car pulled up outside. Really fancy. And he just… got in. Didn’t even look back."
"A black car?" Yoongi repeated, looking up from his notepad. "Can you describe it?"
"Just a regular sedan, I think. Dark tinted windows. Couldn’t see who was inside." The shop owner shivered slightly. "It all just felt… off. Like he was being picked up by someone he didn’t want to be with."
Yoongi closed his notepad and bowed to the older man, “Thank you.” With that he left without question.
You sighed and turned to the man with a smile, bowing as well as you took his hand.
“Thank you for everything. If you have any other questions or you remember anything else, please call us or come down to the station.” You said sweetly.
When you stepped back outside, Yoongi was silent, hands in his pockets. You glanced up at him, waiting for some acknowledgment.
“Well?” you prodded. “That went fine, didn’t it?”
He finally looked at you, studying your features, your perfume and the way your smug face laid across your face. “You talk too much.”
But his tone was softer than before, and she caught it—like maybe, just maybe, he didn’t mind as much as he wanted her to believe.
“No–I was just trying too–” you started to which Yoongi chuckled and shrugged as he opened his car door.
“Get in, we have another witness waiting for us”
Just a few blocks away, another shop owner wrung her hands as she spoke, eyes darting nervously between Yoongi and you.
“It was late. Near closing time. I saw a man just… standing there. Watching the crowd. Didn’t buy a ticket, didn’t move. Just stared.”
Yoongi’s voice cut in, calm but firm. “Description.”
The woman rattled off a few details—height, dark coat, cap pulled low. Yoongi scribbled in his notebook with clean, angular strokes.
When the witness faltered, you leaned forward with a gentle smile. “You’re doing great. Take your time. Did he do anything unusual? Something small you noticed?”
The woman hesitated, then nodded slowly. “Actually… yes. He kept looking at the timetable, but… it wasn’t for the trains leaving Daegu. It was for the ones coming in. From Busan.”
Your brows knit together, curiosity sparking. Yoongi’s pen stopped mid-stroke.
“From Busan,” he repeated, more to himself than anyone else. His gaze flicked, almost imperceptibly, toward you.
The woman nodded again, anxious. “And when he left, he dropped something. I—I didn’t touch it. It’s still behind the vending machine outside.”
Yoongi didn’t waste time. He strode outside with you at his heels. Sure enough, tucked behind the machine was a scrap of paper, folded neatly in half. He slipped on gloves and opened it.
One word, scrawled in harsh handwriting: “Soon.”
You peeked over his shoulder, your long hair blowing in the wind. “That’s… creepy.”
Yoongi folded the note with the same precision as always, sliding it into an evidence bag. “It’s a warning.”
Your voice softened, teasing again, trying to lighten the mood. “You’re not exactly a ray of sunshine, but even you sound spooked.”
He looked at you then, eyes steady, expression unreadable. “If it’s who I think it is… you should be spooked.”
The air between them shifted—your easy warmth brushing up against the edge of his unshakable calm. For the first time, you wondered if working beside him might be more dangerous than you thought… not because of him, but because of what followed him.
“Is this someone you’ve been looking for awhile?”
“‘A while’ is an understatement. He might as well not even exist.”
The city never truly slept, a chaotic symphony of honking taxis, distant sirens, the rhythmic clang of the subway pulling into a station, and the perpetual hum of human existence. But for Taehyung, this relentless rhythm was a comforting backdrop, a canvas on which he could disappear.
Crowds, rather than overwhelming him, rendered him invisible, a ghost in the machine of urban life. Neon signs, a kaleidoscope of electric blues, fiery reds, and sickly greens, pulsed and flickered against the grimy glass of storefronts, each burst of light catching on the polished edge of his camera lens as he brought it up, slowly, deliberately, to his eye. The scent of tteokbokki wafted from a nearby food stall, mingling with the subtle perfume of passersby.
He didn't need to glance at the digital screen to confirm the shot was flawless. He knew it with an instinct honed over countless hours of observation. He knew the precise angle of your head, the delicate curve of your neck as you leaned over your journal, illuminated by the warm, inviting glow spilling from the café window. You were a beautiful creature of habit, a comforting constant in the city's unpredictable sprawl.
Also a constant reminder of what he’s fighting for.
Every evening, without fail, you occupied that same corner booth, your pen a silent dance across the pages of your journal. The distant echo of K-pop from a nearby karaoke bar was a familiar setting. It was predictable, yes, but in that predictability, he found an exquisite comfort, a steady anchor in his often-disjointed world. He watched as your fingers, soft and graceful, paused, then resumed their rhythmic motion, lost in thought, oblivious to the watchful eyes of the man across the street.
Taehyung lowered the camera, his mouth curving into the faintest smile. You had no idea.
Or so he believed.
Your pen paused mid-sentence. You didn’t need to glance up to feel it—that strange, humming awareness prickling at the back of your neck. He was near. He always was, though he thought himself discreet.
A small smile crept onto your face.
“I knew you’d come”
You closed the notebook slowly, as though savoring the last word, and traced your finger along the cover. If only you knew, Taehyung…
Your eyes flicked to the window’s reflection. There he was. Across the street. Lifting a camera like a phantom.
And you smiled.
He thought he was hunting you. He thought you were prey. The joke was almost sweet.
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Journal of Y/NSeptember 14
You wore black again tonight. You always do when you want to disappear. But you don’t disappear from me. I see you. I see all of you. The tilt of your head, the curl of your fingers, the way you linger two seconds longer than you should.
I should be afraid. But fear doesn’t live in me anymore. You’ve burned it out.
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Taehyung leaned against the brick wall of the café’s alley. He’d follow you soon, like always. A few minutes behind. Close enough to know, far enough to never be suspected. You were a mystery unfolding page by page, and he would read you until the end.
He thought of you as a muse. Untouchable. Fragile. His to preserve.
Taehyung’s Sketchbook
She smiled at me tonight. Not at me, not directly—but it was mine all the same.
Sometimes I think she knows. But if she knew, wouldn’t she run?
And yet… I want her to know. I want her to see me the way I see her.
You collided, of course.
Not by accident, though you both would swear it was. The bookstore’s narrow aisle forced them together, spines pressing against shoulders, fingers brushing over the same novel.
“Oh—sorry,” Taehyung murmured, his voice velvet, his eyes lowered but not really.
You tilted your head, feigning surprise. “No, it’s fine. I didn’t see you there. It’s on me.”
But you had. You always did.
The air between you thickened. Neither pulled away. Two predators in sheep’s clothing, circling with polite smiles, both utterly convinced the other was blind.
That night, two sets of footsteps echoed through the same streets—yours just ahead, his just behind.
Neither knew you were walking in perfect synchrony, watching, waiting, falling deeper into a mutual obsession.
