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Jeon Jungkook: search by trope

I’ve wanted to do this for a while, so here it is! It took some time, but it was necessary for me to better organise everything. It will keep being updated. I hope it can help anyone find fics they like. Also, I would like to thank all those amazing authors for giving us such amazing stories! Happy reading🫶🏾

Minors don’t interact please!

angst

arranged marriage au

best friend’s brother au

bodyguard au

brother’s best friend au

ceo au

cheating au

college au

coworkers to lovers au

enemies to lovers au

established relationship au

exes to lovers au

fake dating au

fake marriage au

fantasy au

fluff

forbidden au

friends to lovers au

friends with benefits to lovers au

hospital au

idiots to lovers au

idol au

parents au

pregnancy au

roommates au

single parent au

smut

soulmates au

spider-man au

strangers to lovers au

unrequited love

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This will be the masterlist for all my extras for The Game of Healing. You will be able to find it linked within Games masterlist, and because I can't keep secrets, I'll show you the first title.

°Frost Bite Festival

°Merry Christmas

°A New Home

°Finally Free

°Sibling Love

°The Anniversary

°The Fracture

°The Ex Effect

°The Lake House

°A New Season

°Old Friends New Rivals

°A Vampire's Kiss

°The Permission Slip

°The Championship

°The Shared Throne

°The Boat

°The Test

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Summary: After a failed engagement, you move back home and reconnect with your friends. Maybe, just maybe you can find love with someone you never expected.

Pairing: Yoongi x F. Reader

Warnings: Explicit Sex, Swearing, Cheating (Not Yoongi), Fighting, Protected/Unprotected Sex, Toxic Past Relationship,

Genre: Enemies(?) to Lovers, Neighbors to Lovers, Small Town romance. Hurt-Comfort, Slight Angst, Romance

The insistent knocking on your kitchen door was loud and annoying. You sigh and burrow yourself further into your lumpy couch, trying to hide away from the world. You cover yourself quickly with a burnt orange throw blanket with white tassels hanging off the ends that you pull off the back of the couch cushions. You don't think that it's hiding you very well, but you would rather not risk getting up and running upstairs, causing you to be seen by your unwanted visitor. You figured it was only a matter of time that whoever it was would go away soon. Maybe it was Namjoon wanting to talk about you leaving your teaching position next year. Maybe it was Hobi ready to comfort you or Jin to yell at you for backing out of his restaurant/bakery idea. Maybe it was some church looking for a donation. 

Suddenly, the knocking stopped, but you hear the lock on the door unlock with a click not long after followed by the door opening . The unwanted visitor turned intruder knew where the key was. Jungkook, maybe, but you doubt it. Yoongi, no, you haven't even heard his garage open since that night with Changkyun. You don't think he is leaving his house. That was three nights ago. You actually didn't hear from anyone in the three nights since the fight. Whoever it was, they just needed to go away. 

You can hear their footsteps in your kitchen and the spare key hitting your table. The footsteps make their way into your living room before they stop. You hold your breath and try not to move, hoping that they mistake your hidden form for your lumpy couch cushions. Of course, you have no such luck when your blanket is ripped from your body and tossed across the room. 

“Are you leaving?” Yoongi asks, towering over you and looking pissed. 

“Oh my god, Yoongi,” you say when you get a good look at his face. Sitting up, you bring your hands up to your mouth in shock. The skin around his eye was a colorful mix of red and dark purple. It looked like it was painful. “Your eye.”

“ARE. YOU. LEAVING?” He asks once more and louder than before ignoring your concern for him. You hesitate before you give your head a slight nod, confirming his words. “I thought you didn't like the city. You said you didn’t belong there.”

“I don't belong here either,” you tell him. 

“Bullshit,” Yoongi snaps. 

“You don't want me. My friends aren't talking to me. Why should I stay?” You ask, staring up at him. “You've turned everyone against me.”

“What are you talking about? What do you mean I don't want you?” Yoongi asks in confusion. “When did I say that?” 

“You kicked me out of your house. You shrugged me off when all I wanted to do was help you the other night,” you say, explaining yourself. “Your actions speak loud and clear. I get it.”

“Well sorry for getting embarrassed that I got my ass kicked in front of my girlfriend,” he snaps at you again. 

“Girlfriend!” You exclaim, jumping up from the couch and quickly looking around the room as if you're looking for someone to jump out at any given moment. “Who is this girlfriend that you speak of? You better leave before she finds you over here.” 

“Very funny,” he says, glaring at you and then proceeding to plop down on your couch. He sighs, resting his elbows against his knees and places his head in his hands.  You cross your arms, still standing in the same spot, staring at him. “I shouldn't have kicked you out of my house. That was wrong of me, and I'm sorry. I've done nothing but wish I could take it all back, but I can't.” 

You look at him sitting there on your horribly uncomfortable couch. His head hangs low as his gaze is locked on your floor like he's defeated. He feels bad. You know that he feels bad. You run your hand through your hair with a loud sigh. Biting your bottom lip in thought, you shift from side to side.

“I shouldn't have said that you were using me,” you admit as you sit down on your couch next to him. Silently, he reaches his hand out, wiggling his fingers tentatively at you. You cautiously smile and take his hand, leaning into his body to rest your head on his shoulder, but he hisses in discomfort at the contact. You pull away quickly at his sound of pain and lift his shirt to reveal a large bruise covering the majority of his ribs. “You're ribs! Oh my god, Yoongi.”

“I'm fine,” he said, not looking at you. 

You get up from the couch and move to the other side of him. You lean in and heistate, looking at him for the okay. He nods his head, and you finally touch him by putting your head on his shoulder. He takes one of your hands into both of his, rubbing his thumbs along your soft skin. 

“I will sell you the recipes,” you say quietly. “Me being stubborn isn't worth what we just went through. I'll always have the memories. I don't need to gatekeep them.” 

“No,” he says, shaking his head. “I don't want you to sell these to us because we made you feel guilty. I knew deep down that you weren't greedy, and I'm sorry that I made it about money. I was upset because I wanted you to trust my intentions with them, but you didn't trust me. I understand now. I should have gone to you first before anyone else.” 

“I do trust you. I wish I never doubted you,” you admit to him softly as you drop a kiss to his shoulder. “What do we do now?” You ask, looking out your window and catching your reflection in the glass against the darkness of the outside. 

“You don't leave for one. Two, we sit down and have a conversation with Jin about the restaurant and bakery. Three, you come back to my place and we go to bed. I've slept like shit and I'm exhausted,” Yoongi tells you, looking quickly out of the corner of his eye at you before looking away as if you would deny him. 

“What will your girlfriend think?” you ask teasingly. 

“Are you coming or not?” He asks, standing up and looking at you expectantly. 

“Fine,” you say, agreeing to go with him. 

Yoongi cups your face with both of his hands and pulls you into him. He presses his lips firmly against your own. He pulls away not long after, with a small sigh escaping his lips. His thumbs trace along your jawline, and he stares at you. You smile at him. One more kiss to your lips, he takes your hand, leading you through your house. Hitting the light switches on the way out, you lock your house up. Descending your stairs, you immediately stop and look up toward the night sky.

“Oh, Yoongi. It's snowing,” you gasp. Holding your hand out toward the darkened sky, you watch the white delicate snowflakes land in the palm of your hand under the lights from your porch. They melt immediately as they hit the warmth of your skin. You're not sure why, but it feels amazing. Like it's the start of something new. “The first snow is always so beautiful.” 

Yoongi pulls you into his warmth, wrapping his arms around you. Leaning down into you, he buries his face into the crook of your neck. Your hands run up and down his back, hugging him back as you stand at the bottom of your porch as the snow falls slowly around you. 

“I'm scared you're going to leave,” he whispers against your neck, voice wobbling. “I don't want you to go. Please, don't go. Please, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.”

Your heart breaks. You didn't think he was going to be this affected. You were wrong. You may have been wrong about a lot of things. 

“I'm right here,” you whisper, pulling back from him. The icy crystals cling to his hair as he takes your hand once more after quickly wiping at his eyes. “I'm not going anywhere.”

“Promise?” He asks unsurly, resting his forehead against yours. 

“Promise,” you answer whispering to him. 

Yoongi pulls you along across the driveway to his home. His warm home. His warm, cozy home with his king-sized bed. You missed it, you missed him.  His smell, his chapped lips, you missed everything about him. Squeezing his hand in your own, you let him lead you up his steps. Opening the door, you enter and smile. 

It feels like home.  

Wide awake, you find yourself in his bed with his arm slung over your side, hand cupping your breast under your shirt, staring at the shadows of trees moving in the night as they danced across his wall. You feel him tighten his hold on you and bury his face further into your hair. He wasn't joking when he said he was tired, opting to crawl in bed and hold you instead of ripping each other's clothes off for makeup sex. It was probably for the best. You were just as emotionally drained as he was. 

“Can't sleep?” He asks, breath tickling your neck.

“How did you know?” You ask back.

“I can just tell,” he answers quietly. “What's wrong?” 

“It's my fault that you and Changkyun got into a fight,” you say into the stillness of the room. 

“I'm the one who jumped at him. You didn't make me do that,” he tells you, trying to ease your worries. “After the way he was treating you….I would do it again.” 

“I lied to him,” you admit. Yoongi pushes himself onto his elbow to look down at you in his moonlit room.  You turn slightly onto your back, gazing up at him. His features were just barely visible in the darkened room. “I didn't pawn the engagement ring. I just wanted to piss him off. If I had just given it to him, he would have left, and the fight wouldn't have happened. He would have been gone before you even had a chance to jump between us.” 

“You still have it?” He questions.

“Yeah, I don't know why I kept it,” you say. “I feel kind of pathetic still holding on to it. What should I do with it? Should I give it back?” 

“That's up to you,” he says. “I say get what you can from it and splurge a little. Treat yourself to something nice. He doesn't deserve to have it back.”

“Would you want to go away with me for a weekend?” You ask, looking up at him. “Get away from here for a couple of days.” 

“You want to go away?” he asks, rubbing your ribcage gently, and you hum in confirmation. “Book it, and I'll be there.”

You smile, pulling him down to you, giving him a quick kiss before he resumes his position behind you. Arm around your middle, hand cupping your breast under your shirt, face buried in your neck. You let your eyes drift shut, trying to focus on the rise and fall of his chest. Taking in the rhythm, you can feel yourself start to relax and sink into a welcoming sleep.

“What did you mean when you said I turned everyone against you?” Yoongi asks, making your eyes pop open. 

Without a word, you come up on your elbow, reaching across to the nightstand beside you. Grabbing your phone, you wake the screen and open your messages. You hesitate for a minute before you hand it over to him with your group texts from Jimin and Tae open for his viewing. 

Yoongi takes your device and lets his eyes scan the conversation. You watch his eyebrows furrow in the light of your screen. His jaw clenched as he took in his friends' words. The accusations of ruining friendships over money. Harsh words of you trying to split the group in half. Saying Yoongi deserved better. 

“I…I didn't know they were saying these things,” he says softly as he rereads the messages. “I don't feel this way. You have to believe me. I never thought…”

“It's okay,” you say in a small voice. 

“No, it's absolutely not okay,” he counters, tiredly. Yoongi turns off your phone and places it back in its original spot. “We will get everything figured out. Don't you worry.”

Yoongi settles back down, holding you just a little bit tighter. Closing your eyes once more, you try to do exactly as he says. You try not to worry. Instead, you think of your getaway. You and Yoongi, alone, relaxing, getting back to where you should be. It couldn't come soon enough. 

Tannie Farms Headquarters was in a converted barn. The top half of the barn looked like it was used for storage. Bins upon bins were stacked on top of each other, holding …well you didn’t know, but you're sure it was probably important. Several machines and printers were also situated up there for Jungkook and his art projects.  The bottom level held Yoongi's and Tae's offices and a large meeting room where you are currently sitting. Your foot taps nervously against the hardwood floor as you look around.  Reclaimed wood walls and farmhouse pendant lighting with a very neutral color palette. You wonder if Kook was responsible for the work that was done. The color scheme didn't stray far from what was in your house.

“Okay,” Jin says, clearing his throat. He stands in front of seven of you in a perfectly fitted suit and tie, looking very much like a professional businessman. Everyone else sat around the round table in their regular street clothes. Something that he was very disappointed to see.  “Since funds are not an issue for Jin's Jolly…”

“We are not calling it that,” Yoongi says, interrupting him as he sits back in his chair with his arms crossed. 

“We will….discuss that later. As I was saying before I was RUDELY interrupted. We need to find a location. My parents are not willing to sell the cafe to us,” Jin explains. 

“There's not room to add on a bakery there anyway,” Jungkook adds.  “Building from the ground up would take at least a year if not more.”

“What about Cottage Lodge?” Hobi asks. “It's been vacant for a couple of years now.”

“It does have a professional kitchen,” Yoongi says, nodding his head. “It also has a large open area for tables.” 

“Plenty of space to add a bakery on the other side,” Joon says, speaking up. 

“It's going to need a lot of work. We have to add a whole bakery kitchen, and it's pretty outdated,” Jimin throws his two cents in.

“I'd rather renovate it than build a whole new building,” Tae adds. “We can save a lot of money by doing a lot of the work ourselves.”

“You mean by me doing a lot of the work,” Kook says, glaring at his friend.

You stay quiet as they throw ideas around at each other. This is the first time you have been in the same room with all of them at once since everything went down. In fact, this is the first time seeing Tae and Kook since the incident in the driveway about a week ago. For Jimin, it's been about a month. It felt strange to be here with them acting like nothing was wrong. Like you were a part of their team, all working together to build Jin’s dream. Everyone seemed relaxed and perfectly fine. You, you felt like you were suffocating. Your shoulders were tense as if you were waiting for a bomb to drop. You wanted to leave. 

“We are a small town,” Joon says, breaking you out of your thoughts. “We will have to really promote the hell out of it.” 

“We have a lot of great contacts. I'm not too worried about it,” Yoongi answers. “Jimin and Hobi have a pretty solid online presence that will help.”

“I can finally set up and run the Tannie Farms social media,” Jimin pipes in. “We can create a website for reservations and online ordering.” 

“I have a good solid idea about the menu offerings,” Jin says and looks at you. “Have you thought about the bakery menu, Y/N?” 

“Oh,” you say, looking around the table quickly. All eyes were on you. “Ummm, no…not…really.” Yoongi slides his hand onto your leg. Gently, he rubs soothing circles over the fabric of your jeans. You take a deep breath and lightly clear your throat. “I can go through all the recipes tonight and send you some ideas.” 

“Perfect,” Yoongi says. “Joon, call the realtor and schedule an appointment for all of us to tour the lodge. Any day after school work for you?” He asks, looking at you, making you nod your head nervously. “Great. We will reconvene after we secure a location.” Everyone starts to stand up to leave, but when you try to follow, Yoongi's hand on your leg holds you down. “You three stay.”

Everyone in the room stops and looks at Yoongi. He turns his attention to Jin, Hobi, and Joon, giving them a head nod that motions to the door. They seem to understand his silent command and leave the meeting room promptly. 

“We have places to be too,” Jimin said, looking at his friend. “Can we do this later?”

“Nope,” he said seriously, shaking his head. “I want to know whose brilliant idea it was to send Y/N those messages?” 

“What messages?” Kook asks, looking confused. “I didn't send any messages.” 

“Yoongi, it's fine,” you hiss in his ear, but he wasn't having any of it. 

“Who came up with the idea that she was tearing apart the friend group? Telling her that she was greedy?” Yoongi asks in an eerily calm voice. “That I deserved better than her?”

“You guys said that to her?” Kook asks, looking at his best friends with disappointment etched on his face. They wouldn't look at him. Quickly, he walks over to you, scooping you out of your seat as he hugs you. Your feet were dangling off the floor as he held you tightly. “I'm sorry, Y/N. Everyone was so mad at each other, and I just didn't know what to do. I should have checked in on you, but I was afraid they would get mad at me. So, I just kept to myself instead. I'm a horrible friend.”

“You're not horrible, Kook. I probably would have done the same,” you tell him, tapping his shoulder to let you down. He sets you back down, and you give him a small smile. 

“I'll do better. I swear,” he promises. 

Yoongi pats him on the back. Jungkook gives you one more hug before he leaves the room. You look back at the two friends that he left behind. They still wouldn't look at you or Yoongi. You're not sure what to make of their actions. 

“What about you two?” Yoongi asks Jimin and Tae, who in turn look at each other. “Hmm?”

“We were just trying to help you,” Jimin says. “We just wanted her to give you the recipes.” 

“BY BULLYING HER!” He exclaims. “I didn't ask you to get involved. No wonder she thought I hated her. She almost left! Do you understand that? You almost lost her again. I almost lost her. I FINALLY HAD HER, AND I ALMOST LOST HER!”

“OKAY!” Jimin yells back. “I will take responsibility for setting up the group chat and half of those messages. Y/N, I'm sorry for the messages, but don't blame us for your relationship issues.”

“We were just trying to be loyal to you. It just got out of control,” Taehyung admits to Yoongi and then turns to you. “I never hated you, Y/N. Jimin and I unfairly attacked you. We should have stayed out of it and let Yoongi handle it. He didn't put us up to anything. Jimin, tell her.”

Jimin still doesn't look at you. He doesn't look at anything except for the floor, which seems to aggravate Yoongi. Yoongi moves to step up to Jimin, but you grab the back of his sweatshirt, pulling him back to you. This was getting way out of hand. 

“Jimin?” Tae says his name in what you think is a pleading tone. His teary eyes snap back to you. “Jin told us that we made you cry. He yelled at me for over an hour and said not to approach you until you were ready. So, I’ve been staying away this past week. I never wanted to make you cry. We didn't mean the things we said. I swear it. We're just being stupid.”

“Thank you, Tae,” you tell him softly. 

“Can I hug you?” He asks, full-out sobbing now. As soon as you nod your head, Tae leaps at you, almost knocking you over. It takes Yoongi steadying you, preventing you from falling down. “I promise never to make you cry again.” 

“What about you, Jimin?” Yoongi asks, way more calmly than before. 

“I want to talk to her alone,” Jimin says.

“No,” Yoongi cuts in automatically. 

“Yoongi, it's fine,” you speak up, trying to pull away from Taehyung’s clingy self, but he wouldn't let go. “I want to speak to him alone.” 

Yoongi's eyes go back and forth between you and his friend. His shoulders slump in defeat, letting you win this one.  Nodding his head, he pulls Taehyung away from you, leading him to the door of the meeting room. He shuts the door behind them, giving you and Jimin some privacy. You look at him, watching as he tentatively looks around the room for the moment before finally settling on you.

“What the fuck, Jimin?” You say. “I never thought our friendship would ever come down to shitty text messages like that.” 

“Well I never thought you would turn your back on us again, but here we are,” he says back, making you frown at him. “Don't look at me like that. We may not have been mad that you ditched us for your asshole boyfriend and then acted like we didn't exist, but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt. Everyone acted like everything was fine when you came back, but dammit you hurt us. It was like our friendship meant nothing to you.”

“Jimin,” you say, trying to butt in, but he wouldn't let you. 

“No, I'm not saying Yoongi's completely innocent in everything that happened, but you were the one that assumed everyone was against you and was going to run away again. Yes, Tae and I took the messages too far, and I'm sorry for that. However, YOU tried to make it seem like everyone had to choose you or Yoongi,” his voice started to raise. “When everyone wasn't rushing to you, you tried to leave. Hobi would have been devastated. He kept wondering if he did something wrong the first time around, blaming himself for not being a good friend. This would have killed him. I'm not going to let you hurt Yoongi like that.” 

“I…I,” you didn't know what to say. “I can't change the past, and I'll always feel bad about what happened, but I'm not going anywhere. I'm not going to hurt Yoongi….or anyone else. I won't hurt you again.” Jimin looks up at the ceiling, unblinking, trying hard not to cry. “I’m sorry I hurt you, Jimin.”

The silence in the room was heavy. Your fingers fiddle with one another as you watch him still staring up at the ceiling. You knew he acted out of pain. Pain from years ago. His pain, Hobi's pain. Pain that you hope he was finally able to let go of.  

“I'm sorry too,” he breathes out, finally letting the pooling tears go. 

You watch the teardrops fall down his beautiful, angelic face. Slowly, almost as if you were afraid to scare him, you take a couple of tentative steps forward to stand in front of him. Jimin reaches out, pulling you to him and wrapping you in the tightest hug that you think you have ever had.  You know that everything's not fine, and clearly, you still need to mend your friendships, but it felt like a step in the right direction. No matter how long it takes, you will prove to them that they can count on you. You will prove to them that you are all in. No more running away. Never again.

Plopping down on Yoongi's couch, he looks over at you and places his book down on his coffee table. You nervously look at him as you drum your fingers on the decorative box in your hands. Tilting his head to the side, he waits for you to make the first move. Sighing, you hold the box out for him to take from you.

“What is it?” He asks, taking the offering from you. 

“Every recipe I have,” you tell him. Placing the box in his lap, he looks at you questioningly before looking at the wooden container. “I told you that I trust you. After my talk with Jimin, I figured that I really needed to prove to everyone that I'm all in. I hope that you can trust me on that, just like I trust you.”

“You don't have to do this,” he tells you, trying to give the box back to you, but you shake your head no. 

“I want to,” you say softly. “You and Jin can go through all of them and decide what ones you want to keep. I don't know the first thing about building a menu or prices. Also, I'm sorry I was going to leave.”

“Come here,” Yoongi tells you, moving the box to the side, and he holds his hand out to you. Taking it, he pulls you onto his lap. “I kept telling myself to go over and talk to you. I knew that I needed to apologize, but once I would step foot outside….I chickened out. Instead, I hid away and worried about you. I was worried if you were eating and sleeping, and every time I asked about you, I got shut down. Joon had to yell at me about getting my head out of my ass because you were going to leave. I don't think I ever felt panic like that before.” 

“We both need to get better at talking,” you tell him, and he nods his head in agreement. “I'm also not going to let my trauma from Changkyun dictate my relationships anymore. I need to learn that not everyone is out to get me.”

“SHIT!” He exclaims, sitting straight up and almost knocking you off his lap. Quickly, he wraps his arm around you to stop you from falling. “Are you okay? He fucking pushed you. Did you get hurt?”

“No,” you say quickly. “I didn't get hurt.” 

“I would have never forgiven myself if you had gotten hurt,” he tucks your head into the side of his neck. Inhaling, you close your eyes and take in the scent of him. It hasn't changed since that day he helped you make the oobleck for your kids. It comforted you. “I better never see him again.”

“Oh? What would you do?” You ask with a slight laugh. 

“I'll make Kook deal with him. I clearly can't fight,” he said with a slight pout.

“You got a couple good jabs in,” you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “He definitely looked like he was going to throw up when you got him in the stomach.”

“Yeah?” He asks, taking your lips with his own.

“Yeah,” you answer as you pull away. “Besides, who gets the last laugh when he pays for our little getaway?” 

“Oh, I'm going to enjoy the hell out of it,” he says, hugging you once again. 

For the first time that you came back, you finally felt like you were truly moving on. No more tip-toeing around the bad choices of your past. No more wondering why you weren't good enough. You are finally in a good place, and you couldn't wait to see what the future holds. 

《 Chapter Twelve 》

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Summary: After the death of your brother and his wife. You find yourself adjusting to a new role in your life. A single parent to your teenage nephew. How do you help him heal? How do you help yourself heal? You're not sure. You don't think you can, until an annoying basketball coach enters your life and turns everything around.

Pairing: Basketball Coach Yoongi x Single Aunt F. Reader

Genre: Romance, Angst, Smut, Strangers to Lovers,

Warnings: Death Of Parents / Brother/ Family, Car Accident (Cause), Swearing, Explicit Sex, Arguments, Physical Fighting, Past Abusive Relationship, Talks Of Domestic Violence, mention of sex work

Elly held your hand tightly as the clock on the scoreboard quickly ran down. The score was close. Too close. 45-42 Bangtan Ravens were only up by three points, and Yoongi looked stressed down on the court. He and Jungkook were yelling…..well, you don't know what they were yelling, but they were yelling and pointing everywhere as the boys ran all over. Time outs were being called, and players were being switched out. Frustration even showed on the young player's faces. It was all intense and you didn't like it.

Your eyes go back to the clock, and your heart feels like it’s beating out of your chest as it finally hits the single digits. 9….8…Nicky has the ball, but you don't think he was anywhere close to their side of the court, and you don't see any open players for him to pass the ball to. 7…6… He finally breaks free and makes a run for the opposite of the gym. 5….4…3… jumping, he shoots…2…1….. The ball hit the rim of the basket, effectively bouncing off.

He misses.

The buzzer sounds throughout the gymnasium.

Bangtan Ravens wins 45 - 42

6-0 undefeated.

As your side of the gym cheers and the confetti gets thrown in the air, you watch as your nephew hangs his head in defeat. Your heart breaks as you watch his teammates celebrate their win, but he looks like he let them down. Coach Jeon gives his shoulder a little shake and says something in his ear, to which he nods his head.

“That was close,” your mom says, looking up at you from one bench lower like always. “You need to give him a pep talk.”

“But they won,” you say. “I don't know why he's upset.”

“They didn't win by much, and that's the problem,” Chris says, leaning over his fiancée to look at you.

“But they still won,” you say again.

“Doesn't matter,” your mom, dad, and brother all say.

“They almost lost, and that's what he's going to focus on,” your dad explains.

You and Elly look at one another, and she gives you a tight smile. You don't think she understands either.

Fuck this sport!

Maybe you can talk him into joining the choir or maybe some dance class.

Maybe he will be good at tap.

“Food's here,” Yoongi says, bringing in a couple of paper bags into the kitchen and setting them on the counter.

“Did you grab the cash on the table for the tip?” You ask, grabbing three plates out of the cupboards.

“Mmhmm,” Yoongi confirms and buries his face into your neck, pressing his lips into the smooth skin. “If you're lucky, I might have a tip for you too.”

Cackling, you pull away from, only to grab the front of his sweatshirt to pull him to you.

“Was that a sex joke?” You question, laughing. You watch his face turn pink before hiding it in your neck once again. “Don't hide. I've been waiting for this moment.”

“You act like I never touch you,” he says, pulling away from your warmth.

“Touch me, yes. Your fingers are quite magical,” you say and look over his shoulder. “But you've only fucked me twice.”

“I told you…” he starts.

“And I told you,” you say, cutting him off. “He sleeps like a rock. That kid does not wake up. Unless you're more worried about you making too much noise. I believe it was you that was a Chatty Cathy last time.” He scoffs and crosses his arms. “It's fine. I know my skill set is pretty high. It's fine if you can't keep up.”

Yoongi huffs out a laugh, grabbing you and lightly digging his fingers into your sides, causing you to screech in laughter. Dropping onto your knees down onto the kitchen floor, he follows after you, hovering over your back, not letting up. You were so focused on trying not to pee your pants that you don't see Nicky in the entryway of the kitchen until he clears his throat. Both you and Yoongi freeze and look up at the teenager who doesn't seem amused as he stares at the two of you acting like fools on the floor.

“Hey,” you say, scrambling to get off the floor and clearing your own throat. “The food is here. I'm sure you're hungry, right?”

“Is everything okay,” Yoongi asks, looking at your nephew, who was still silent and watching the two of you.

“I let you down,” he says, and a look of confusion crosses Yoongi's features at his words.

“What do you mean?” He questions. “You didn't let me down.”

“I should have played harder,” Nicky tells him. “I did. I let you down today, and the whole team probably knows it.”

“Let's go outside and talk,” Yoongi suggests. Nicky nods and walks out the kitchen door as your boyfriend turns to you. “I got him. Just give us a couple of minutes.”

You nod your head and watch him leave the house, shutting the door as he goes. Biting your lip, you tap your foot and quickly make your way to the small laundry room at the back of the house. Ducking down, you make your way over to the window and quietly as possible. You crack open the window. Peeking over the edge, you watch as they sit on an old wooden bench you had found at a garage sale when you first moved in.

“What's going on?” Yoongi asks from where he sat next to Nicky.

“I missed that last shot,” he confesses, with a bouncing leg. “I thought for sure that I could make it, and I didn't. I wasn't good enough. I was right there, and I missed it.”

“You're not going to hit every shot,” Yoongi tells him, making the young boy hang his head with disappointment. “But that doesn't mean you're not good enough. Why do you think Coach Jeon and I tell you the plays first?” Nicky shrugs, still looking at the ground. “Because your teammates listen to you. They trust you to communicate with them out there. We trust you to make the right decisions out there when things aren't going our way.”

“I should have found someone open,” he says. “I hogged the ball. You taught us to run and pass, but I held on to it. I thought too highly of myself. Look at what happened.”

“There wasn't anyone open,” Yoongi says, trying to appease him. “We underestimated this team, and that was my fault. I didn't do the correct research, and we went in there blind. You got yourself out of that corner and ran with the ball just like you're supposed to do. You did nothing wrong today.”

“But I disappointed you,” he argues. “I know I did. I shouldn't have missed that last shot.”

“The only way that you would have disappointed me would have been if you gave up,” Yoongi says, placing his hand on Nicky's shoulder. “You didn't give up. You and the team fought until the end and won.”

“Only by three points,” he says and wipes at his face with his sleeve. “And they were ahead a couple of times.”

“And…. you guys will run extra for that in practice on Monday for that,” Yoongi jokes. “You won, and I'm proud of you for that. Even if we didn't win, I would still be proud of you.”

“Really?” He asks.

“Really,” Yoongi confirms. “How about we go back in? I'm starving, and I know you're probably starving.”

Your eyes widen and shut the window, but unfortunately, you slam the window shut on the tip of your finger, causing you to silently curse as you run back into the kitchen. Shaking your hand, you quickly plate some food rather sloppily onto the plates, trying to act natural as they come back into the house.

“Is everything okay?” You ask, acting innocent as you try to hide your throbbing finger.

“Yeah, I'll be back,” Nicky says, walking past you.

Yoongi leans against the counter with his arms crossed against his chest, staring at you. You look at him, and he has a small smile playing across his lips.

“How's your finger?” He asks.

“My finger?” You reply.

“The one you shut in the window when you were spying?” He asks.

“I…” he raises an eyebrow, daring you to continue your lie. “Oh, sue me. I wanted to know what was going on.”

“Did you not trust me?” He asks.

“I do trust you,” you tell him.

“Then trust me to tell you if there is anything you need to know,” he says.

“Why couldn't he talk to me?” You question shaking your hand again, trying to ease the throbbing pain. “He knows that he can always come to me when he needs something. He always has.”

“Would you have known what to say?” He asks, taking your hand in his to look at your red finger. You open your mouth to reply, but nothing comes out. “I want him to be comfortable to come to me if he needs to talk. Even if it's just about basketball. I'm not trying to take that away from you.”

“Fine, I won't spy on your conversations with him anymore,” you concede, taking your hand back.

“Thank you,” he says, with a smirk and you roll your eyes in return.

“Yeah, yeah, you win this one,” you tell him.

“Can you repeat that?” He asks, leaning closer. “Did you just say that I won an argument?”

“Don't get cocky,” you warn.

“You've admitted to liking me, trusting me AND… I won an argument. Oh, I'm going to be cocky,” he says, taking all three plates to the table.

Crossing your arms you watch him go with a shake of your head.

You've created a monster.

“Touch the line,” Yoongi yells as the boys run across the court touching the lines. “We won by three points! THREE POINTS! That is nothing to brag about. It should have fifteen…. ten, but three? THREE!”

The boys were tired, huffing and puffing as they stood against the wall trying to catch their breath. Coach Jeon blows his whistle as they all take off touching each line before running back to the wall before running forward again to touch the next line and so on. They looked miserable. You felt miserable watching them.

“I think that was pure luck,” Yoongi continues. “They weren’t tired. They could have played a whole other game while you all looked ready to collapse. Huffing and puffing out of breath like you have never run around a court before.”

“SIX LAPS!” Coach Jeon shouts, with a whistle blow. “We've been taking it too easy on you. Our main focus will be stamina….”

“This is awful,” you whisper to Mark.

“They're not wrong, though,” he says. “That team had some new players that we weren't anticipating. They were quick, and our boys tired out too soon.”

"Anticipating?" You question. "Am I supposed to be keeping track of other teams?"

"Some of us do," his answer makes you slouch a bit.

“The Y has an indoor track, right?” You ask, and he nods. “Maybe I should get Nicky a membership, and he can run on Sundays and in the off-season.”

“Yeah, maybe Jun can join him,” Mark says.

“My son would love to do it too,” chicken parm mom says, poking her head between you and Mark. “I'll set up a group chat.”

You give her a small smile and look away awkwardly. Over your shoulder, you see Ara sitting with a couple of other moms. Sighing, you wipe your hands on your jeans and make your way over to her. As you stand in front of her, she gives you a look of disgust.

“Look, clearly, we will never be friends but….,” you start.

“Oh, so you do have a couple of brain cells,” she sneers.

“I'm trying to apologize. You don't need to take cheap shots at me,” you say, trying to keep your cool. “I shouldn't have repeated what your husband said.”

“And I'm not going to feel bad for you just because everyone else does,” she snaps.

“Ara,” her friend hisses, knocking her knee with her own.

“I don't need you to feel bad for me,” you tell her. "I'm just trying to .... I don't know.... ease the tension."

“Is something wrong, ladies?” Yoongi asks, coming up to stand on the steps next to you.

“I tried,” you say, shaking your head. “I really tried.”

“I don't need your fake apologies,” Ara snaps. “So you can take your ass back wherever you came from.”

“Three practice suspension, Ara,” Yoongi says, staring at her with a serious expression.

“Excuse me,” she screeches, standing up from her seat. “Suspension?”

“You heard me,” he said, staring at her with an unreadable expression.

“For what?” She asks, her fiery gaze focused on burning a hole through his head.

“We don't swear here,” he reminds her, remaining the complete professional that he is. "I believe you know this rule."

“You let her off the hook,” she accuses him.

“Because you goaded her into that situation,” he explains. “I do believe this one is all you. Y/N, here was just apologizing to you.”

“You cannot suspend me,” she argues. “After all I have done for you and this team, you can not suspend me.”

“Yes, I can,” he argues back. “Now you can leave now and for the next three practices, or I can just… ban you if you want to cause a scene. You signed the exact same contract that everyone else did. You are not above anyone else.”

Ara scoffs and looks at her friends, who seem to find their phones a little more interesting at the moment. Grabbing her bag, she walks down the stairs and out the gym doors. Yoongi doesn't say anything to you as he walks back down the bleachers to the court. You, yourself, turn to go back and sit next to Mark, who looked thoroughly amused.

“I think our queen bee's reign of terror might finally be coming to an end,” he comments.

“That wasn't my intention,” you say. “I was really trying to apologize.”

“Yeah, but I still thank you,” he jokes. “On the other hand….”

“She might open hell fire on us?” You ask and he nods.

Two whistles blow causing you to jump.

“Get back on the wall,” Yoongi instructs. “I better see fingers touching the lines. I can do this all week!”

This was going to be a long practice, and you probably just made things worse!

Settling into your bed, you flip through your channels on the tv hanging on your wall. Nicky fell out hours ago. Your normal human garbage disposal barely even touched his food at dinner. His eyes fought to stay open the entire time he sat at the table. You understood that this was a part of the whole playing sports thing, but that didn't mean you had to like it. You thought it was too much just for a damn trophy, a stupid shiny piece of metal.

Snuggling deep down into your blankets, you wrap your arms around your pillow. As you start to focus on the random movie on the tv. Your heart stops at the ringing of the doorbell. Looking at your clock, the red glaring numbers read ten thirty stared back at you. Sitting up, you reach for your phone, only to swear when you remember that you left it charging in the kitchen on the counter when you were cleaning.

“Fuck,” you curse yourself.

SItting up, you wait and hear the doorbell again. Jumping out of bed, you run to your closet, grabbing your brother's old hockey stick and march to the front door. Keeping the lights off, you unlock the door and throw it open. You raise the hockey stick over your shoulder, ready to strike, should you have to.

“WHOA, WHOA,” Yoong says as the street light illuminates your figure. “It's me, it's me.”

“What the fuck, Yoongi,” you say, dropping the stick off your shoulder but keeping it in your hand as you hit the lightswitch on the wall. “Do you know what time it is?”

Oh my god!

When did you turn into your mom?

“I tried calling you?” He explains.

“I didn't have my phone on me,” you tell him. “I would have hit you with this.”

“I didn't think you were going to come to the door armed,” he jokes with a light laugh.

“It's late, and I have a kid to protect,” you say seriously. “Who the hell rings a doorbell this late at night?”

“I'm sorry,” he says quickly. “I got some exciting exciting news and I couldn't wait to tell you. I came over since you weren't answering your phone.”

“Exciting news?” You ask, waving him inside and shutting the door. “Is the Loch Ness Monster officially gone?”

“No,” he says. “Jungkook had dinner tonight with one of his friends and found out something amazing.”

Pause.

He looks at you expectantly, and you shrug.

“Good for him,” you say.

“His friend has ties to some sports agents,” Yoongi informs you. “Years ago, there used to be this basketball camp that only invited kids could go to. Like the best of the best, could go to.”

“And,” you say, willing him to hurry this up.

“They closed it years ago, but we found out…. they are going to open it again,” he tells you smiling.

“I think you're too old for it,” you say, and he rolls his eyes with a sigh. “Listen, my nice warm bed is getting cold.”

“Obviously, it's for Nicky,” he replies, ignoring your last comment. “It wouldn't be for a couple of years because he has to be fifteen to participate, but this is huge news.”

“Hold on,” you say, spinning the hockey stick. “You come over here at ten thirty at night. Scaring the shit out of me to tell me about some camp that Nicky can't even get into yet?”

“I understand,” he says. “But this is big, and we need to get him on a good training schedule now so he can be ready.”

“For what?” You ask, confused. “You don't get to decide that he's doing this.”

“Don't take this opportunity away from him just because you hate basketball,” he argues.

“And don't try to live out your dream through him,” you snap. Yoongi gives you a strained smile before heading back toward the door. “Wait, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, please. Come back.”

“It's been a long day for all of us,” he says, “We can talk about it tomorrow.”

“No,” you say, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the couch, making him sit down. “I'm sorry. I'll listen.”

“Boy's would kill for this opportunity,” he explains. “With the right training, Nicky could get that opportunity. It could open so many doors for him in the future with the things he could learn there. Things that I can't teach him.”

“It sounds expensive,” you say, and he looks guiltily at you. “Great! How much are feet pictures going for nowadays? Am I too old for the strip club?”

“Absolutely not,” he says, pulling you into his lap. “Clearly, I will help you with the money. I know your parents will help.”

“No,” you shake your head. “I got what…. two years to save up? I'll get it figured out.”

“I didn't think that far ahead,” he admits. “I got too excited at the news of them reopening.”

“It's really that big of a deal?” You question, making him nod in answer. “You're willing to work with him?”

“Of course I am,” he responds. “I'm not going to let him waste his talent.”

“God, Nick would have loved you,” you sigh, making Yoongi scrunch his face in confusion. “Nicky's dad. Nicky is Nicolas Jr.”

“Oh,” he says softly.

Getting off his lap, you go to your tv stand and open a door that hid a box of pictures where you kept away from your nephew. Sitting down next to him, you open the lid to the show box and scrounge around for a minute before handing him a four by six inch glossy picture.

“This is his dad?” He asks and you nod. “Man…”

“They look alike, huh?” You comment. “That was his senior year championship game in highschool. That would have been about a year before Nicky would be born.” Fingering through the messy memories, you grab one near the bottom of the brown box and hand it to him. “His mom Sarah.”

“I can see him in her too,” he comments as he studies the picture.

“She is… was,” you swallow and wipe your eyes. “She was the perfect basketball mom. You would have loved her. She would have organized your team schedule for you and had homemade snacks for the boys after practice.” You laugh lightly to yourself and look at their pictures. “But now you're stuck with me. All I do is fuck everything up even when I'm not trying to. He shouldn't be here with me. I'm going to mess his future up.”

Cover your face with one of your hands, you try to hide away as that constant lump in your throat finally loosens as you hiccup. Yoongi immediately has you back in his lap, tucking your chin over his shoulder as his hands run over your back.

“That's not true,” he says.

“Yes, it is,” you cry, pulling back to look at him. “He should have gone with my parents. I'm too fucked up for this shit. I'm too selfish for this.”

“Don't say that,” he chides.

“You don't even know the half of it,” you say through your tears. “You don't really even know me.”

“Then tell me,” he demands. “Stop hiding from me.”

“No!” You sob.

“Why?” He asks loudly.

“Because you won't want me if I do,” you cry.

“Sunshine, why are you crying,” Nicky asks, coming into the room before turning an angry glare to his basketball coach. “What did you do to her?”

“Nicks, stop,” you say, wiping your face quickly as you jump off of your boyfriend and walk up to your nephew. “He didn't do anything.”

“She's just upset,” Yoongi says, gently standing from the couch. “Everything is okay.”

“Why are those pictures out,” the teen says, marching over to the shoe box. Bending, he picks up the two pictures of his parents that lay on the coffee table. “I said that I didn't want their pictures out. I'm not ready for that yet!”

“I'm sorry,” you say. “I'll put them away.”

“It was my fault,” Yoongi steps in, lying for you. “I was asking questions.”

“Well, it's none of your business,” Nicky snaps. “I told you all you needed to know!”

“Nicky, stop it!” You demand.

“I understand…” Yoongi tries calming the young teen down, but he isn't having any of it.

“You don't understand shit,” he barks. “You're just trying to be nice to sleep with her! Stop trying to push yourself into our lives.”

“You watch your mouth,” you snap.

The two of you stand toe to toe. He's grown these past few months. You used to have a couple of inches on him, but now he's looking you dead in the eye. It wouldn't be long before he surpasses you. The hardness in his eyes that you have never seen before suddenly disappears as he crumbles into your body, taking you down onto the floor.

“Why did they have to leave me?” He cries into your chest.

You tightly wrap your arms around the boy, your body attempting to rock him back and forth like you would when he was a baby. Back when his mom would swaddle him in your arms, and you sang him to sleep. Back when everything was perfect and everyone was happy. Back when you were still innocent and thought the world was a safe place.

He was so big now.

His body, wrecked in sobs, could barely fit in your arms.

“They loved you so much,” you tell him, tilting his head up to look at you. “They would never willingly leave you. I know they would have given anything to be here with you.”

“I m.m..iss them so much,” he confesses with a stuttered whisper. “It's not fair. It is not fair that all of my friends get to have parents and I don't.”

“I know. I miss them too,” you whisper back through your own tears, cradling him as close as you could get. “Everyday.”

Turning back into your warmth, he cries. He cries for his parents and for the loss of his childhood. He cries for the sadness, the love, the anger, and all the other overwhelming emotions he feels. You stay quiet. You stay completely quiet and let him get it all out.

You're not sure how long you held him for, but just as your arms were getting tired Nicky shifts. Clutching the pictures to his chest, he stands from the ground and walks in front of Yoongi, looking a little embarrassed and much more calm.

“I’m sorry, coach,” he says, sniffing and red-faced. “I didn't mean what I said.”

“It's okay,” Yoongi promises and pats his shoulder softly. “We all say things we don't mean sometimes. I'm not mad. I promise.”

Taking you by surprise and more so Yoongi by surprise, Nicky launches himself at the blonde basketball coach and wraps his arms around him. You watch stunned as Yoongi hesitates for a moment before embracing your nephew. Pushing yourself off the floor, you approach the two of them with the intention of pulling Nicky away from Yoongi, but Yoongi stops you. Instead, he opens an arm for you, offering space for you to join them.

Entering the embrace, you press a kiss to your nephew’s head, making him turn to look at you. You run your thumbs over the tear tracks on his cheeks as he closes his eyes once more. You wish you could do more. This was all above you. He needed help that you couldn't give him.

“We need to get you back in bed,” you say softly. “I'll call you off school tomorrow if you want. We can take the day off together.”

“I need to go to practice,” he replies.

“I think you gave me a doctor's note,” Yoongi says. “You were too sick to go to school.”

Nicky nods his head, and you pull him away from Yoongi to guide him back to his room. As he climbs back in his bed, you pick up the scattered clothes that littered his bedroom floor. Throwing them in his dirty clothes basket, you take the pictures of his parents from his hands and place them on his nightstand.

“I'm sorry,” he breathes.

“You don't need to be sorry,” you say, pulling the covers up over his lap.

“Dad would have been pissed that I talked to coach like that,” he said.

“Watch it,” you say lightly. “You're very lucky that Yoongi is understanding and forgiving. Now, go back to sleep, and we can talk some more in the morning.”

You get up from the bed and head for the door, but his voice stops you, making you turn once more.

“I think he would have been proud too,” Nicky says. “Dad always worried about you, I think. He said it was his job to take care of you. Now that he's not here. It's my job.”

Fuck! This kid is going to kill you!

“It's your job to be a kid,” you disagree. “Now, go to sleep.”

Stepping out of his room, you close the door behind you. Taking a deep breath, you head for the living room once more, and you find Yoongi still standing in the same place where you left him. Stopping in front of him, you watch as he studies you for a moment. You don't blame him. You wouldn't know how to react either. Rising to your tiptoes, you throw your arms around his neck as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in tight to him.

“What do you need from me?” He asks. “I'm afraid to do the wrong thing right now.”

“Stay,” you mumble into the flesh of his neck. “I don't want to be alone tonight.”

“As you wish,” he whispers against your hair.

Turning your head, you lie it flat on his shoulder. Your eyes go to the mess of pictures on your table. You can't actually make any of them out, but you know what ones are over there by heart. Childhood pictures, Christmas mornings with your brothers in front of the tree, Halloween costumes, and everything in between. Closing your eyes, tears escape, rolling down your face, dripping off the tip of your nose, and onto his sweatshirt.

You were so tired.

Your heart ached horribly.

You missed your brother.

Your best friend.

Your confidant.

“Will it ever get better?” You ask him, your eyes still closed. “Will it ever not hurt?”

“I don't know,” he replies, honestly. “I can't make it stop hurting. I wish I could, but I can't.”

“I'm trying,” you say as you pull away from him. “I know you don't see it but..I'm trying.” He gives you a look of confusion as he tries to interpret your words. “I'm trying to figure out how to not hide from you.”

“Don't worry about that right now,” he says. “Whatever it is. Whenever you're willing to talk to me about it. You know where to find me, okay?”

You nod.

He's right.

You do know where to find him.

Usually… it's right by your side.

《Chapter 14》

A/N: So, in my original cut of this. Nicky got a little physical with both of them, and then I cut it. That's not him. Grief does strange things to people, but I don't think he would hurt her.

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Summary: After the death of your brother and his wife. You find yourself adjusting to a new role in your life. A single parent to your teenage nephew. How do you help him heal? How do you help yourself heal? You're not sure. You don't think you can, until an annoying basketball coach enters your life and turns everything around.

Pairing: Basketball Coach Yoongi x Single Aunt F. Reader

Genre: Romance, Angst, Smut, Strangers to Lovers,

Warnings: Death Of Parents / Brother/ Family, Car Accident (Cause), Swearing, Explicit Sex, Arguments, Physical Fighting, Past Abusive Relationship, Talks Of Domestic Violence,

A/N: So, it occured to me that I never named Yoongi's team. From here on out they will be the Bangtan Ravens. GO RAVENS!

SMUT!

“Have you asked Yoongi to be your plus one yet?" Elly asks, as she sits beside you on the bleachers at Nicky's game.

“Nope,” you answer, watching the boys run around the court.

“Chicken,” she laughs.

“What if he doesn't want to come?” You ask. “What if the dark lord throws a fit?”

Your mom, who was sitting in front of you, whirls around at your words. You guess she heard. Your dad wraps his arm around her shoulders, directing her focus back to the game. Elly rolls her lips between her teeth to stop herself from laughing.

“I think he's probably wrapped around your finger and wouldn't deny you anything,” she tells you. “Trust me. I saw how he looked at you when he found you in the stands. He won't say no.”

“I'll ask him tonight,” you promise.

“Good,” she replies. “I made sure to leave a seat next to you empty just in case at the reception.”

The crowd starts chanting.

Coach Jeon and Yoongi are both yelling, clapping their hands as they watch their players run across the court.

The clock counts down quickly.

5…4…3…2…1

The buzzer sounds loudly through the enclosed space.

Bangtan Ravens Win 31 - 19.

Your side of the gym goes wild as everyone jumps to their feet cheering. You stand slowly, clapping your hands watching as Nicky's team gathers, hugging each other before lining up on the court to high-five the other team. Nicky looked like he was glowing out there. It was in this moment that you knew putting up with everything was indeed worth it. You had made the right choice in letting him play.

He was born for this.

“You better be careful tonight,” your mom says, looking up at you.

“What?” You ask, not believing what you just heard.

“You heard me,” she said. “Don't get Nicky…. or yourself in a situation you can't get out of. You should be careful and call me if you need me.”

“I will,” you say.

“Have fun,” she says stiffly before walking down the bleachers and out the gym.

You and Elly exchange a look. This was odd. This clearly wasn't your mother. Obviously, this was some imposter, some pod person trying to impersonate her, a clone. However, it's your dads gentle hand on your shoulder and short nod that tells you that it was his doing. Once again, he stepped in and saved the day from her wrath. You need to step up your gift giving to him for all the shots he’s taking for you. Maybe you will get him a fishing pole or something. Unless your little fight with her actually got through to her.

“You better ask him tonight?” Elly says once more.

“I will,” you sigh.

Fuck, why were you so nervous all of a sudden.

Yoongi's car was illuminated by his dash as he drove the three of you back from your date. The only sound that filled the car was the quiet music that drifted from the speakers. Turning your head, you laugh silently as you watch Nicky sleep peacefully, curled up with a giant stuffed banana that he had traded all his tickets in for earlier in the evening.

Elly and your brother had tried to lay low while hanging around with you after the game, stalling, until almost everyone was gone. From there, you and Nicky took off with Yoongi as stealthily as you could to Arcadia Grill and Play to eat off an overpriced menu and play overpriced games. It was a pretty relaxed evening until they came to Hoops and you felt like someone should have cued some dramatic old time gun slinger western music for the faceoff that they were doing before they turned to their respective game. Both games start at the same time. Nicky and Yoongi grab the orange balls, throwing them with presion, sinking them in the net one after another as the timer counts down. Nicky's tongue poking out of his mouth in concentration as your eyes narrowed at Yoongi, who suddenly started to fumble with grabbing the balls as they came back to him, wasting time. While Nicky continues to make every shot, Yoongi seems to miss every third shot. You have a hunch he's missing on purpose.

Nicky relished in his victory with some innocent smack talking while his tickets dispersed from the machiche. Yoongi took it all in stride, waving off your attempt to keep your nephew quiet. Yoongi decides to play once more after Nicky's victory. As the teenager leaves to play some racing game, Yoongi presses start on the machine. Not only did he not miss one shot, but he beat the high score by a mile. You gave him a knowing look as the tickets spit out of the machine, causing him to just shrug at you. Nodding, the two of you went on your way enjoying the rest of the night with Nicky being none the wiser.

“He's knocked out back there,” you say, laughing lightly as you turn back facing forward.

“It's been a long day for him. He played hard,” Yoongi replied, as he focused on the darkened roaded lit by his headlights.

“Thank you for tonight,” you say. “We had fun.”

“You're welcome,” he said, grabbing your hand that rested in your lap.

“Aaand, thank you for letting him win,” you tell him.

“I have no idea what you're talking about,” he denies your words as he brings your hand to his mouth to give it a quick kiss.

The two of you go silent, and your free hand nervously plays with the little black stuffed cat that he traded his tickets in for. You were going to make fun of him for getting a stuffed animal until he promptly handed it over to you. No one has ever won you anything before. That's not true. Your older brother won you a bear once out of a claw machine once at the skating rink at your tenth birthday party. You had slept with it for years. You still have it. Maybe you should find it.

“So, have you always played basketball? “ You ask.

“Pretty much,” he answers. “I loved it. The adrenalin. The crowd chanting your name. It was all such a rush.”

“You all sound the same,” you giggle. “What was your position?”

“I was a shooting guard all throughout school, but I know that doesn't mean anything to you,” he laughs.

“You would be correct,” you laugh with him. “Let me guess then. You were a popular jock who dated a cheerleader? Did she shake her pom poms for you?”

“Maybe,” he chuckles. “And based on everything that I have gathered….you were not a cheerleader.”

“Ew… absolutely not. Although, I did beat one up once. I got suspended for that one,” you tell him.

“I don't doubt that,” he replies. “I bet you were so cool. You wouldn't have even noticed me had we gone to school together.”

“I think you have that backwards,” you argue lightly.

“No,” he says, sticking to what he said. “I was popular, but I bet you were ….. cool, like you couldn't give fuck what people thought about you. I always wanted to be like that, but I was always afraid to stray too far from the rules and expectations,” he explains.

“Oh, you're still like that, Mr. Handbook,” you tease, making him laugh. “Did you stop playing on your own or…..”

“I got hurt in college,” he tells you. “Dislocated my shoulder. Team doctor pretty much told me that it was in my best interest to stop playing. So, I threw myself into my studies and…..”

“Started this program. You know you could have fessed up that you were the president that night we fu…you know, instead making me look like an idiot,” you tell him.

“I didn't hide it,” he defends himself. “If you actually took the time to read about the program you were putting Nicky in. You would have found it.”

“You knew damn well I didn't know,” you tell him.

“I know,” he agrees, finally pulling into your driveway. “I liked that you seemed to not know. I liked how you wanted me, how I wanted you. You didn't just want me to get your kid ahead.”

You unbuckle your seatbelt and lean over the middle console to brush the tip of your nose against his. Moving your head slightly, you see Nickly still dead asleep with his giant banana. It won't take much for him to go back to sleep once you are back inside.

“Stay,” you say, making him lick his lips nervously, and you don't want him to back out this time. “I think I owe you for two wins now. I think you should stay and collect.”

“I was just joking about that,” he says. “You don't OWE me anything.”

“Are you refusing?” You ask, confused.

Ouch.

“How about I stay and ….. we just sleep,” he suggests.

“Sleep?” You question, not believing him.

A beat of silence.

“....yees,” he answers slowly.

You smile.

He is such a liar.

“Sure, we can just sleep,” you can lie, too.

You shut Nicky's door softly as you tiptoe back to your room. He was sound asleep with both his tv, tablet going, and his body curled around that big banana. It's perfectly normal for him minus the new addition of the banana. Entering your room once again, you turn on that dim dresser light and slide carefully under the covers next to Yoongi, who was sleeping away peacefully. Smirking to yourself, you slowly crawl over his body, causing him to shift in his sleep, moving to lie on his back. Laughing lightly, you press your lips lightly to the column of his neck. You were done letting him think all you were going to do was sleep. Foolish man should have known better.

“Psss, wake up,” you whisper against his skin.

Yoongi goans as his eyes sleepily flutter open and adjust to the new lighting. Looking at you, he blinks a couple of times, and you smile a devious smile before making your way down his body and under the covers. Sliding his shirt up his torso, you drop kisses down his bare skin that was warm with sleep. Poking your tongue out, you drag your wet muscle down his now tightening stomach. Curling your fingertips into the waistband of his boxers, his hands suddenly cover your own.

“What are you doing?” He asks, whispering into the lowly lit room and uncovering your head. “Nicky…”

“Sleeps like a rock,” you answer, pulling his boxers midway down his thighs as he lifts his hips.

“The door,” he says, not stopping you.

“Is locked,” you inform, looking up at him from under the covers. “Now, I will stop if you want me to or shut up and let me suck your cock.”

Silence and a wide-eyed stare.

Was he in shock, or was it his answer?

You will take it as his answer.

If it wasn't his answer, his rapidly hardening erection sure was. Smirking, you take him into your mouth. Humming softly around him, you feel him relax back against your bed. Tossing your hair over your shoulder, you playfully tease with swirling your tongue around his mushroomed tip several times before pulling off and licking him from base to tip from underneath his shaft.

“Is this what you had in mind?” You ask, in a hushed tone. “Is this what you wanted after the first game? Did you want me on my knees for you?”

“Fuck, yeah,” he breaths out.

“Tell me what you like,” you whisper before sinking your mouth back onto him all the way down until your nose meets his pelvic bone, swallowing around the girth of him.

“THAT! HOLY SHIT THAT!” He whispers urgently. With a gasp, you pull off of him and wrap your hand securely around him, twisting and tugging so you can catch your breath. “Fuck, we don't have…”

“I want to,” you say, taking your hand off him and removing your shirt by pulling it over your head. “I'm not good at expressing my feelings with words, but I'm good at this. Please, just let me do this.”

Yoongi sits up, cupping your face and rubbing his thumbs along your smooth skin. You lean down to capture his lips with your own as your hand still works, twisting and tugging, but you were not done with your mouth yet. Pressing on his chest with your free hand, you push him back down and resume your position, kneeling over his lower body and taking him in your mouth without any hesitation.

Yoongi's hand flies into your hair, gathering your messy tresses into a loose pony to keep it out of your face. Looking up through your lashes at him, his eyes are half lidded as his tongue is poking into his cheek, staring at the way his cock is going in and out of your wet mouth. Raising an eyebrow, you take him down your throat, making his grip on your hair tighten and low strangled groan leave his throat . It felt like victory. Pulling off of him, you intentionally let saliva string from your tongue to his tip cause him to growl softly and pull you back into his lap.

“What's wrong?” You tease. “You can't take a little bj?”

“Do you know how often I think about stuffing that mouth of yours?” He teases back, slipping his finger just under the inner edge of your underwear, finding your obvious wetness. “Do you want to explain this?”

“Explain what,” you whisper, feining ignorance.

Yoongi slips his middle finger into your wetness, making you close your eyes in semi relief. You've been wanting his touch for weeks now, and now that you had him here… you needed him. Foreplay could wait until the next time….. damn, you were already planning for the next time.

Yes, it could wait for the next time.

Grabbing his wrist, you climb off his lap and crawl over to your nightstand for your familiar unassuming box hiding the condoms. Tossing one his way, you slide your underwear down your legs before kicking them off your leg carelessly. You notice that Yoongi hasn't even moved an inch, seemingly confused by your actions.

“Don't you want me to…” he starts, but you shake your head no.

“Not tonight,” you answer in a hushed voice, picking the condom up from where it landed on the bed and opening it.

“But…. but I like doing it,” he said.

“Next time,” you tell him.

“But you taste really good,” he tries again, and you laugh quietly.

“You can take as long as you want next time,” you promise, rolling the latex down his still hard erection as you move his shirt out of the way and climb back into his lap.

“But…” he tries.

“Shhh,” you hush him with your finger pressed against his lips as you sink down onto him. “Next time.”

Yoongi's eyes close, and his head tilts back, taking in the way your warmth surrounds him. You bite your bottom lip, trying to stay quiet as your hands grab his shoulders for leverage. Slowly, you pull yourself up before bringing yourself back down on him once more. You don't hurry. You don't rush. You didn't feel the need to. Not right now. You just wanted to feel him, just for a moment. Taking your time, you relax and bury your face into the side of his neck. Pressing your lips into the skin just below his ear.

“Fuck,” Yoongi whispers, bring his lips down to kiss your shoulder.

Pulling your face away from his neck, you rest your forehead against his own. Your hips still gently undulate on his still partially clothed lap. His hands slide up and down your back before tangling in your hair. Yoongi angles your head perfectly to slant his mouth up and across yours, slipping his tongue into your wet cavern. Your tongues roll perfectly with one another…..addicting. You had never had kisses like his before. Like you never wanted them to end. Like you could feel them for hours later as if they still tingled although he was nowhere to be found.

“I….I need you deeper,” you whisper against his lips.

“As you wish,” he whispers back.

Yoongi wraps your legs securely around his waist, and his arms wrap around your lower back before he flips the two of you over. Quickly, he undresses before covering your body with his own. Placing your ankles on his shoulders, he reaches down, placing his covered tip at your entrance. Smirking, his hips surge forward, causing the headboard to thump loudly against the wall.

You both freeze.

“Was that loud last time?” Yoongi whispers, looking frantically between you, the wall and the door. “I don't remember that being loud.”

“I don't know,” you answer, covering your mouth, trying to quiet the laughter bubbling out of your mouth. “We were a little busy last time to notice.”

“Shhh,” he shushes you. Pulling back, Yoongi, with much more careful intention, rolls his hips forward, filling you. Filling you just like you needed, but it still wasn't enough. Spreading your legs the best you could, Yoongi adjusts, attempting to pick up the pace, but unfortunately, your bed wasn't having it. “Shit, this isn't going to work.”

“Okay, okay,” you say and point to your oversized bean bag chair in the corner of your room.

“Are you serious,” he whispers and you nod.

Getting up, you grab his hand and pull him from your bed and lead to the chair before pushing him down onto it. You won't admit it, but the push was more of a test than anything. It didn't flip over, so you should be good to go, but you won't tell him that. Straddling his lap, your knees sink into the soft pink corduroy fabric. Reaching behind you, you take his thankfully still hard erection and place it back at your entrance and sit.

Biting your bottom lip, you brace yourself on his chest, you rock your hips along his, grinding your clit along his lower stomach.

“Is it deep enough?” His voice, rough, tense asks.

“Yeaah,” you answer rather breathlessly.

Yoongi hands grab your hips, gliding your body across his a little faster. You grab a hold of the pink fabric on either side of his head, gripping it in your fingers until your knuckles turn white, willing yourself to stay quiet.

“Fuck you feel just as good as I remember,” he groans in your ear.

“Shhh,” you hush, turning to brush your lips against his.

Bucking your hips faster, you stop short from hitting his thighs to prevent the inevitable slapping noise. However, right now, you couldn't care. While this slow shit felt nice, it wasn't what you wanted. Throwing yourself down onto his lap, you bounce and throw your head back.

“Too loud,” he whisper screams at you. “Shit, yeah, sooo fucking good….too loud!”

“Then….shut….up,” you pant.

Grabbing the back of his head, you smash his mouth to yours. He groans as you slip your tongue onto his. His hands grab the flesh of your bottom, pulling you back and forth, taking over your movements. Your whimper sets off a growl deep within his chest. A sudden movement has your back touching that thick pink corduroy fabric. On his knees, Yoongi was at the perfect height for him to thrust his hips into you. With one hand, he braces himself on your open leg. While the other is working magic with him thumb. Furiously, his thumb rubs back and forth over and over again on your sensitive clit.

Slapping a hand over your mouth, your eyes roll in the back of your head as your back arches. Yoongi chuckles before pulling you down the bean bag and hiking himself up the best he can to hover over you, causing him to hit even deeper inside of you. His hand soon flew to yours over your mouth as you let out a muffled cry of pleasure.

“I love listening to you,” he pants in your ear, and you mumble something unintelligible in return. “What was that, doll?” He asks, removing his hand, but his hips never stop rolling into yours.

“Please, come,” you beg.

Giving you an open mouth smirk, Yoongi ducks his head and claims your mouth. Much like you had, he throws caution to the wind and slams his hips into yours, rapidly not caring how much sound he was creating. In an instant, his arms were completely under you, almost scooping you up to press flush against him. One more shove of his hips, he grunts into your mouth and stills. The two of you collapse onto the squishy surface.

Wrapping your arms around his sweaty body, you hold him as close as you could, and your heart does something. Your rhythmic pounding skips a beat.

You like him.

You really like him.

“Do you want to be my date for my brother's stinking wedding?” You ask, fearful of his possible rejection.

Silence.

It's too long of a pause.

“You sound really excited to ask me,” he teases, laughing lightly. Shaking his sweaty hair out of his face, Yoongi holds himself up by his elbow and rests his face on the palm of his hand, looking down at you. “Do you really want me to go?”

You nod, and he lifts an eyebrow.

“Yes,” you say, rolling your eyes. “I need a date, and you're my best option.”

“You're so romantic,” he smirks. “That means I'll probably have to meet your parents. Like for real meet them.”

“Let's hold off for as long as we can on that,” you say.

“When's this little shindig?” He questions.

“First weekend of December,” you answer.

“I'll pencil you in,” he says, leaning down to kiss you softly.

“Just pencil?” You razz, pushing him gently off of you.

“Well, I'm hoping it doesn't happen, but I think you have a tendency of running away,” he says softly.

You look at him seriously. He looks back at you just the same. All the joking is gone.

“I'm right here,” you say.

“For now,” he states.

“I'm right here,” you say again with certainty. Standing, you hold out your hand for him to take. “Let's shower.”

Taking your hand, he stands with you before pulling your now cooled body into a hug. You want him to know it. You want him to know you like him. Like you said earlier, you weren't good at words. You will have to show him. You weren't quite sure how to do that, but it was going to take more than a blowjob and sex.

You'll figure it out.

You always do.

《Chapter 10》

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Summary: Finally, after marrying the love of your life everything is coming together. Now, it's up to the two of you to tackle the biggest step in your life. Parenthood. Will it open old wounds or will it bring everyone closer together?

Pairing: Husband Yoongi x Pregnant Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Low Angst,

Warnings: Swearing, Arguments, Unprotected Sex, Pregnant Sex

A/N: Third and final update for you guys this weekend.

The shared office in Persona was quiet, except for the frantic clicking of Seungkwan’s mouse. He was currently obsessing over a spreadsheet for an upcoming world tour, but you hadn't looked at your computer in twenty minutes. You are too busy worried by a sudden, tightening pressure that started in your lower back and wrapped around your bump.

"Y/N, did you see the line item for the pyrotechnics? It’s up twelve percent," Seungkwan mutters, not looking up. "I think the vendor is trying to …"

He stops mid-sentence when he hears your sharp, inhaled hiss. You were gripping the edge of your mahogany desk, your knuckles white.

"Y/N?" He spins his chair around. "You okay? Did the baby just do a backflip?"

"I... I don't know," you manage to say, your voice strains as the tightening peaks and then slowly begins to fade. "I think I’m just having a really bad … cramp."

Seungkwan’s eyes goes wide. He looks at your 31-week bump, then at your face, then back at the bump.

"A cramp …. a contraction cramp? Like, a we-need-a-hospital cramp?" He asks, very concerned.

"It’s probably just Braxton Hicks," you say, trying to steady your breathing. "My doctor said they can happen when you’re dehydrated. I just need some water."

You reach for your water bottle, but five minutes later, another wave hits. This one was sharper. It forces you to double over, your forehead resting on the cool surface of your desk.

"Okay, that wasn't just a dehydration cramp," Seungkwan shrieks, jumping up so fast his chair hits the wall. "That was a this-is-happening cramp! Where is Yoongi?"

"He’s in a closed-door session with the new boy group," you gasp. "Phones are off. I tried texting him ten minutes ago."

Seungkwan grabs his phone, his fingers trembling as he dials Yoongi’s number. Straight to voicemail. You watch as he tries the studio number. No answer. He tries Namjoon. Busy signal.

"He’s not answering! Why is he not answering when the heir to the Min empire is trying to break out?" Seungkwan starts pacing the small office, clutching his head. "Wait. What did Jisoo say? She told me about those classes you guys took. Something about timing? Or breathing? Was it hee-hee-hoo or hoo-hoo-hee?"

"Seungkwan, breathe," you tell him, despite being the one in pain.

"I can't breathe! I’m an accountant, Y/N! I deal with interest rates, not dilations!" He grabs your coat and your purse, nearly knocking over a lamp. "We’re going. Now. I am not delivering a baby on a pile of audit reports."

The ride to the hospital was a blur of Seungkwan’s erratic driving and his constant, panicked chatter.

"I should have paid more attention when Jisoo was talking about the stages of labor," he groans, white-knuckling the steering wheel. "She said something about five minutes apart? Or was it four? And what was the thing about the mucus plug? No, don't tell me, I'll faint. I’m definitely going to faint. Don't lose it my car."

"I'm only thirty-one weeks pregnant, Seungkwan," you pant, leaning your head against the window. "It’s too early. It has to be a false alarm. I am NOT having this baby yet!"

"Tell that to your stomach!" He says, panting with you.

He pulls into the ER ambulance bay ignoring the security guard’s shouts and practically carries you inside.

"Help! My friend is having a musical prodigy emergency!" He yells at the nurse. "She's thirty-one weeks pregnant and the contractions are... frequent!”

Several heads turn. A toddler points at you. A nurse calmly stands up from behind the desk.

"Alright," she says in the soothing tone of someone who had seen far worse chaos. "Let's get her in a room."

Within minutes you were being wheeled down a hallway under bright fluorescent lights while another contraction tightens around your abdomen. You grip the side of the bed and breathe slowly like you remembered from the birthing classes. Seungkwan, however, was breathing like he had just sprinted a marathon.

"Okay, okay, okay," he mutters beside you, pacing the small room once they settle you into a hospital bed. "This is fine. Hospitals handle babies all the time. This is literally their whole thing."

You lean your head back against the pillow, trying to focus on steady breathing as the contraction fades.

Seungkwan keeps pacing.

Then pacing faster.

Then pacing so much he nearly walked into the IV stand.

"Oh my god," he groans, running his hands through his hair. "Yoongi is going to murder me if his child arrives while he's in a recording session."

"You didn't make the baby come out faster than he was supposed to," you say weakly.

Before he could respond, the door opens and in walks Dr. Kim Seokjin.

Jin.

He looks exactly as he always did. Perfectly composed, tall, wearing navy scrubs and the faint expression of someone who had already dealt with three chaotic situations before lunch.

His eyes move from you… to the heart monitor… to the frantically pacing Seungkwan.

"Do we have the right patient?" Jin asks and you smile.

“Of course you do,” Seungwan scowls. “She's about to push that baby out!”

Jin walks over to you first, his tone instantly softer.

"Hey," he says gently. "Talk to me. How long have the contractions been happening?"

"About an hour now," you answer. "They're irregular, but they hurt."

Jin nods thoughtfully, already checking the monitor strapped around your stomach.

"Okay. We'll check everything. Thirty-one weeks is early, but it doesn't automatically mean preterm labor. Could still be strong Braxton Hicks." Jin explains. “We called Dr. Hong and he will be in to check on you as soon as he can. Until then, you're in good hands with me.”

"Thank you. I like those words. Those are safe words," Seungkwan clutches his chest dramatically.

Jin glances back at him.

"You know what?" he says casually, grabbing the rolling stool. "Before we do anything else, I think we should check your blood pressure."

"My blood pressure?"Seungkwan freezes.

"Yes," Jin says, completely serious. "You're pale, sweating, and breathing like you just fought a bear."

"I'm emotionally supporting someone!" He exclaims

"You are emotionally destabilizing the room." Jin tells hims

The nurse nearby snorts and Seungkwan looks offended at that.

"I drove her here!" He states.

"And nearly drove through the ER doors," Jin replies dryly.

"The baby's heart rate looks good." He finishes checking the monitor around your stomach and nods. You exhale in relief, but Jin's calm expression shifts slightly as he pulls out his phone. "No one has gotten a hold of Yoongi?" He asks.

"I CALLED HIM FIVE TIMES! The studio landline! Namjoon! The assistant!” Seungkwan threw his hands in the air.

Jin sighs.

Min Yoongi!

"Of course," he mutters. "The one time his phone is off." He dials his phone and shakes his as it goes straight to voicemail. Jin's jaw tightens just slightly. "You would think," he said, clearly irritated now. "That a man with a pregnant wife might keep his phone on."

"THANK YOU." Seungkwan points aggressively.

“I have to do a few checks, but I will get a hold of him,” Jin tells you and you nod. “Just try and relax.” Then Jin looks at Seungkwan. "If you faint, I am not catching you."

"I don't faint!" Seungkwan scowls again.

Another contraction began tightening across your stomach and you sucked in a breath.

Seungkwan immediately grabs your hand.

"Okay, okay, we're breathing together," he says frantically. "Was it hee-hee-hoo? Or hoo-hoo-hee?"

Jin pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Min Yoongi, you better get here fast,” Jin sighs and checks the monitor again.

The heavy door to your room swings open with such force they bounce against the rubber stoppers. Yoongi burst through, looking like he’d just sprinted from the studio to the hospital in record time. His hair was a mess, his hoodie was on backward, and he was clutching his phone like he wanted to snap it in half.

"Where is she? Where’s Y/N?" Yoongi’s voice was raspy, his eyes darting around the room until they landed on your bed.

Behind him, a very out-of-breath Jungkook appears, leaning against the doorframe and clutching his knees.

"I told him... I told him I'd drive... little shit is fast," Jungkook wheezes. “He took right … off…”

Yoongi was at your side in a heartbeat. He doesn't even look at Jin or Seungkwan. He just hovers over you, his hands lingering over your face and shoulders as if he were afraid you might shatter.

"I’m sorry. I’m so sorry," he manages to say, his chest heaving. "Jungkook literally had to tackle the new security guard at the studio to get into the booth. My phone … the battery … I didn't realize…"

"Yoongi, breathe," you say, reaching up to take his hand. Your grip was still tight because the tail end of a contraction was lingering. "I'm okay. The baby is okay."

"You're thirty-one weeks pregnant!" Yoongi’s voice goes up an octave. "It’s too early. Is it happening? Is the 'Min empire' happening right now?"

Seungkwan, who finally stops pacing, points a dramatic finger at Yoongi.

"Do you have any idea what I’ve been through? I had to do the breathing! I had to decide between hee-hee-hoo and hoo-hoo-hee! I almost had to deliver a child on a pile of tax returns, Yoongi!" He exclaims.

Jin clears his throat, crossing his arms as he leans against the counter.

"Actually, Seungkwan, you almost had a medical emergency in the corner while I did the medical work. However, welcome to the party, Yoongi. Nice of you to join us for your wife's third trimester." Jin jokes.

Yoongi shot Jin a look that was half-murderous and half-terrified.

"Is she in labor, Jin? Give it to me straight. Don't do the 'composed doctor' thing." Yoongi asks seriously.

"The monitor shows the contractions are slowing down and her stress levels are dropping," Jin says, his voice returning to that steady, professional clip. "We’ve given her some fluids. Dr. Hong is on his way to do a final check, but it looks like a severe case of irritable uterus exacerbated by dehydration and, I suspect, the stress of dealing with Seungkwan’s spreadsheet obsessions."

Yoongi let out a breath so long it sounded like a deflating balloon. He sank onto the edge of your bed, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "I’m never letting my phone die again. I’m getting a satellite phone. I’m hiring a carrier pigeon. I’m staying in this room until he’s eighteen."

"You'd be very bored," you whisper, stroking his hair. "And Jin would probably kick you out for destabilizing the room."

"He already tried that with me!" Seungkwan chimes in, finally sitting down in a chair and looking like he was the one who had just given birth. "But look at us. Teamwork. We got her here. Even if Jungkook had to commit bodily harm to get the message to you."

Jungkook, finally catching his breath, walks over and pats Yoongi’s back.

"The security guard says you owe him a signed album by his favorite artist, by the way." Jungkook tells him.

Yoongi doesn’t look up. He just squeezes your hand tighter. "He can have whatever he wants. Just... no more surprises until week forty, okay, Baby?"

"I'll try," you smile, feeling the tension finally leave your body. "But you might want to fix your hoodie first. You're wearing it backwards."

Jin snorts, heading toward the door.

"I'll go find Dr. Hong. Jungkook, take Seungkwan to the cafeteria before he actually faints. Yoongi... stay put. And for the love of everything, charge your phone."

The drive home was nothing like the frantic rush to the hospital.

Seungkwan had insisted on driving earlier, but Yoongi refused to let anyone else take the wheel this time. The car moves through the quiet streets slowly, cautiously, like even the road itself had suddenly become fragile. The city lights slide across the windshield in long golden streaks, and for most of the ride, neither of you speak.

Yoongi kept glancing over every few seconds.

You notice.

You pretend not to.

One hand stays on the steering wheel while the other rests lightly on your knee, like he needed constant confirmation that you were still there and still okay.

The baby shifts under your ribs and you rub the side of your stomach absently. Yoongi’s eyes flicks down immediately.

“Was that…” he trails off.,

“A kick,” you say softly. “Not a prison break attempt.”

He lets out a breath through his nose, but the tension in his shoulders doesn't fully disappear.

The hospital had cleared you to go home after a few hours of fluids and monitoring. The contractions had stopped completely. The baby’s heartbeat had stayed strong and steady the entire time.

Medically, everything was fine.

Emotionally… the scare was still sitting between you.

When you pull into the driveway, Yoongi parks and turns off the engine but doesn't move right away.

“I’m buying three phone chargers tomorrow.” He finally mutters, mostly to himself and you turn your head toward him. “One for the studio. One for the car. One for my pocket and I’m turning the volume all the way up. I don’t care if it ruins a recording session.”

“Yoongi.” You reach over and squeeze his arm.

He finally looks at you and his eyes were still a little panicked.

“You weren’t supposed to be scared like that today,” he says quietly.

Your sigh and shake your head.

“That’s not exactly something I can schedule,” you tease gently.

“I should have answered my phone.” He argues.

“You were working.” You argue back.

“I don’t care.” He shakes his head now. “You are in your third trimester. I should be prepared at all times.”

You study his face for a moment. Yoongi was usually so composed. Calm. Calculated.

Today you had cracked that armor wide open.

“You ran to the hospital,” you said softly.

Jungkook’s breathless explanation replayed in your mind. You thought how it probably looked when Yoongi had bolted from the studio the second he heard the word hospital.

Yoongi shrugs, suddenly very interested in the dashboard.

“I wasn’t thinking,” he says.

“You ran.” You say again.

“My body acted on its own.” His voice went a little higher.

You smile faintly.

“Well… technically so did mine.” You try not to smile.

That earned you a look. Not angry. Just exasperated.

“Not funny.” He tells you.

You unbuckle your seatbelt slowly and turn toward him more fully.

“I scared you today,” you say quietly.

“You didn’t…” Yoongi frowns immediately.

“Yes, I did.” You nod.

He opens his mouth to argue, but the seriousness in your voice stops him.

You lean back into the seat and look down at your stomach, resting your hands over the curve of your bump.

“I thought it was just a minor cramp at first,” you admit. “But when the second one hit… for a second I thought something was actually wrong.”

Yoongi’s jaw tightens and you continue before he could interrupt.

“I realized something sitting in that hospital bed. You know how we’ve talked about me quitting?” you said. Yoongi’s gaze snaps to your face. “We kind of lightly talked about just sticking it out until my maternity leave. However, sitting in that hospital room earlier…” You took a slow breath and Yoongi doesn't say anything as he watches you carefully.

“If something happened to him,” you continued softly, rubbing your stomach. “Because I was pushing myself too hard… I wouldn’t forgive myself.”

The words hung in the air.

Yoongi’s expression changes. It looks like surprise at first and then something softer.

“I think,” you say quietly. “I’m done at Persona. I'm ready to put in my two weeks.”

The sentence felt strange out loud.

Final.

Yoongi blinks once.

Then again before he smiles slightly and you sigh.

Yoongi’s smile was small.

Too small.

It pulled at only one corner of his mouth, like he was trying very hard to control it.

You narrowed your eyes immediately.

“Don’t,” you warn.

That made the other corner twitch.

“I didn’t say anything.” He defends himself.

“You’re thinking it.” You huff.

“I am absolutely thinking several things.” He agrees.

“Yoongi.” You sigh, leaning your head back against the seat.

He rubs a hand over his mouth, trying to smooth his expression back into something neutral. It didn’t work. His eyes were practically glowing.

“I’m trying very hard,” he said slowly. “Not to look like the happiest man alive right now.”

You turn your head and give him a flat stare.

“That is not helping.” You say trying to laugh at him.

“I know.” He agrees.

Another pause.

Then he exhales and runs a hand through his messy hair.

“But… you have to understand something,” he said more quietly. “I have been waiting for this conversation for months.”

You cross your arms.

“I know you were.” You nod.

He leans his head back against the seat and closes his eyes briefly, like he was replaying every conversation the two of you had had since you found out you were pregnant.

“Every time you come home exhausted…” he mutters, with a shake of his head. You wince slightly. “I just didn't want to nag you about it.”

“I liked my job,” you said softly. “I liked working with Seungkwan.”

“I know you did.” He rubs your leg.

“And I’m not quitting because you want me to.” You clarify and Yoongi opened his eyes immediately.

“I know that too.” He assures you.

His voice was gentle and not smug.

That mattered.

He turns slightly in his seat so he was facing you fully now.

“I never wanted to force you to stop doing something you loved,” he said. “I just… hated watching you push yourself like you had something to prove.”

You looked down at your hands.

“I didn't want people to think I just had that job because of you,” you admit.

“You're silly,” he murmurs, rubbing your chin softly.

For a moment neither of you spoke.

Then Yoongi leans forward slightly and rests one hand carefully over your stomach. The baby shifts again under his palm.

His expression softened instantly.

“Hey,” he murmurs to your bump. “You scared the hell out of everyone today.”

Another kick.

Yoongi blinks.

“You’re not even born yet and you’re already causing chaos.” He continues.

“He gets that from you.” You laughed quietly.

“That is slander.” He laughs.

The baby kicked again, harder this time, right under Yoongi’s hand.

“Okay, that kick had an attitude.” His eyes widened.

You smile, watching the wonder creep across his face. It didn’t matter how many times the baby moved. Yoongi reacted like it was a miracle every single time. He stays quiet for a few seconds, just rubbing slow circles over your stomach.

“If you’re really sure about quitting…” He says.

“I am.” You tell him quickly and he nods once.

“Okay.” He smiles

You blink.

“That’s it?” You question and he looks amused.

“What did you expect? A confetti cannon?” He teases.

“A little more resistance maybe,” you tease back.

“You already made the decision,” he said. “Why would I fight you on it? It's what I want.”

Your shoulders relaxed a little.

“You’re sure? You're positive you want to take care of us completely?” You ask and He gives you a look.

“You’re carrying our child. You got scared today and you decided what was best for you.” He squeezes your hand. “Why would I argue with that?”

Something warm spread through your chest.

“Also,” he added casually, “I’ve told you. I want nothing more than to take care of my family. I’ve been taking care of you since you were sixteen. Don't fight me now.”

You laugh, the tension from the day finally starting to melt away.

Yoongi opens the car door and steps out before walking around to your side. When he opens your door, he holds out a hand like you were royalty.

“You don’t have to start treating me like glass,” you tell him.

“I’m not.” He assures you by making you raise an eyebrow.

“You ran to the hospital like you were in an action movie.” You look at him. “YOU out ran Jungkook.”

“That was different.” He looks offended.

“How?” You laugh.

“You are thirty-one weeks pregnant.” He explains.

He helps you carefully out of the car anyway. You didn’t argue. As the two of you walk slowly toward the house, Yoongi keeps one arm loosely around your back. Halfway up the driveway he suddenly stops. You look at him.

“What?” You ask.

He was staring at the house like he had just realized something important.

“If you quit Persona…” he says slowly.

“Yes?” You ask.

“That means…” He trails off and you already knew where this was going.

“Don’t say it.” You sigh.

“You'll be home more.” He continues.

“You sound dangerously excited.” You shake your head.

“That also means,” he continues, clearly ignoring you now. “You won’t be running around the city at all hours.”

“Yoongi.” You warn.

“And you can actually rest.” He explains

“Yoongi,” you say again

“And when the baby gets here…” he trails off again.

“Yoongi.” You try again and he finally looks at you.

Your eyes were narrowed again.

“I"m going to spoil the hell out of you,” he smirks. “Are postnatal massages a thing?”

You groan

“Unbelievable.” You shake you head, but he was already opening the front door.

When you stepped inside, he gently pulled you into his arms. Not dramatic. Not frantic like earlier.

Just quiet.

Relieved.

His chin rested on top of your head.

“You scared me today,” he murmurs again.

You wrap your arms around him carefully.

“I know.” You agree.

A small kick pressed between you.

“Both of you are grounded.” Yoongi huffs softly.

“Good luck enforcing that.” You laugh against his chest.

Morning light filters through the curtains when the doorbell rings. You are sitting on the couch with a blanket draped over your legs, a mug of tea in one hand, when Yoongi pauses with his coffee cup halfway to his mouth. Both of you look toward the door.

The bell rings again.

Then a hesitant knock follows.

“They found out.” You sigh quietly.

“Did you tell your sister?” Yoongi straightens and you nod.

“She probably told them.” You grimace.

Another knock.

Not aggressive.

Just… persistent.

You slowly stand, one hand instinctively supporting the underside of your bump. Yoongi was beside you immediately, hovering just enough to make sure you were steady.

When you open the door, your mom stands on the porch. Your dad is standing a step behind her as his hand rests gently on her shoulder. Your mom’s eyes scans your face immediately.

“You look okay,” she says. “Are you okay? Why are you standing?”

“I am okay and I'm standing because you knocked,” you sigh.

“Your sister said you went to the hospital.” Your dad nods once, his voice quieter.

“Just for a few hours,” you say. “False alarm.” There is a pause before you step aside.

“You can come in.”

That still felt strange to say sometimes.

They step inside and give you a good once over. Yoongi gives them a polite nod from where he still stands by the couch.

“Good morning.” Yoongi greets.

“Morning.” Your dad nods.

Your mom gave Yoongi a small appreciative smile before looking back at you.

“You should have called.” She says. “One of you should have called us. I know I'm not trying to intrude but this is a little different.”

You shrug lightly.

“It happened fast.” You say and go back to the couch, picking up your mug. “We were at work. Seungkwan was freaking out. It was a lot.”

Your dad moves further into the room, his eyes flicking briefly to your stomach before settling somewhere near the coffee table instead.

“Thirty-one weeks is early,” he tells you.

“It wasn’t labor,” you reassure him.

“Still,” he says. “Your mother is right about this one. Even a small text to let us know.”

He doesn’t elaborate, but the concern was obvious. Your mom finally steps closer.

“Can I?” She asks, gesturing toward your stomach.

You nod.

Her hand rests lightly over your bump. For a few seconds nothing happens.

Then…

Kick. Her eyebrows jumps.

“Oh.” She laughs.

“He’s been active lately.” You smile faintly.

Your dad shifts where he stands, clearly debating something before he steps a little closer.

“Did he move?” He asks.

“Yes.” Your mom nods.

He leans slightly over your mom's shoulder placing his hand right next to hers.

“Hey there,” he says quietly toward your stomach.

Another kick.

Your dad blinks.

“Well,” he murmurs. “That’s something.”

“He reacts to voices.” Yoongi says from the couch.

“Does he?” Your dad glances at him.

“Especially when people are talking about him.” Yoongi confirms.

Your parents remove their hands from your belly and smile at each other. For a moment the room was quiet. You look at Yoongi and he's looking at your parents. You watch your husband tilt his head to the side and bite his lip in thought.

“Did you two … come here … together?” He asks.

Your mothers eyes widen and your dad coughs awkwardly. However before anyone can answer the doorbell rings again. You turn quickly and waddle away, thankful for the distraction.

“Okay, I had to come see the patient myself.” Mingyu smiles holding grocery bags front of him as your sister stands next to him holding flowers

“We brought you some food and electrolytes,” she says.

“Thank you.” You laugh softly.

Your sister walks straight over and hugs you carefully around your shoulders.

“You scared Mom,” she whispers.

“I noticed.” You say.

“She called me three times last night.” She continues.

“That’s not true.” Your mom says, giving her a look.

“It was four.” Your dad clears his throat.

“How do you know it was four?” Yoongi questions with a sharp eye.

Your mom sighs.

Mingyu sets the bag on the kitchen counter before leaning against the wall, observing the room like he always did when your family dynamics got complicated.

Your sister folds her arms and looks between your parents.

“Did you two come together?” She questions

Your dad answers first.

“Your mother is having car trouble,” he tells everyone.

“Yes, car trouble,” your mother agrees quickly and you notice the way your sister’s eyebrow lifts slightly.

You also notice the way your dad avoids looking directly at your mom when she says it.

Not tension exactly.

Just… carefulness.

Your sister leans toward you slightly.

Quiet enough that only you could hear.

“You seeing this?” She questions.

“I might be.” You murmur back and your dad looks over.

“You two whispering about us?” He asks.

“Never.” Your sister smiles innocently.

Mingyu snorted quietly from the kitchen. Yoongi, still sitting on the couch, leans forward with interest like he’d just discovered a subplot.

Your mom looks back at you.

“So,” she said carefully. “You’re really okay?”

“Yes.” You confirm

“But maybe take it easy for a while.” Your dad suggests.

Your mom glances at him briefly before looking back at you.

“Actually,” she said, choosing her words carefully. “Have you thought about… slowing down with work? You have mentioned it before.”

The room got quiet.

Yoongi slowly lifts his coffee mug like he was trying very hard not to involve himself.

Your sister looks between you and your parents.

You rub your stomach thoughtfully.

“Actually…” You sigh. Now everyone was looking at you.“I already decided yesterday.”

Yoongi’s posture immediately changed.You saw it and pointed at him.

“Don’t.” You warn.

“I didn’t say anything.” He defends himself.

“You’re about to.” You say.

“I’m being silent.” He smirks.

“What did you decide?” Your sister questions.

“I’m putting in my two weeks at Persona.” You tell them, making your mom blinks in surprise.

Your dad’s shoulders visibly relax. Mingyu nods approvingly.

“That sounds reasonable,” your father says.

“Wow.” Your sister looks impressed.

“If that’s what you want, then it’s the right choice.” Your mom reaches over and squeezes your hand gently.

“Health first.” Your dad says. “You have to think about you and that baby first.”

The room settles again.

Still a little careful.

Still rebuilding.

Your sister leans closer to you again.

“I’m still betting they start getting along more before the baby gets here,” she whispers as you glance across the room. “I haven't seen or heard about dads girlfriend in a while.”

Your parents weren’t standing close. However, you could hear them talking quietly about something Mingyu had said. Less guarded than they used to be.

“We’ll see.” You whisper back.

Behind you, Mingyu whispers to Yoongi as they watch your parents.

“I feel like I walked into a family drama halfway through season three.”

Yoongi nods thoughtfully.

“Well,” Yoongi purses his lips. “I've been here since season one and it's finally getting interesting."

Eventually the living room settles into something you would call a normal family routine.

Your mom and sister drift into the kitchen with Mingyu to unpack the groceries they brought. You can hear them talking softly about dinner plans and hydration like it's suddenly everyone's personal mission to keep you alive.

Your dad stands near the window for a moment, looking out into the yard before glancing back toward you.

“You really okay?” He asks again.

“I am.” You nod.

He studies you for a second longer before giving a small, satisfied nod.

“Good.” He replies.

He heads toward the kitchen after that, leaving you and Yoongi alone on the couch.

Yoongi gently lifts your legs onto his lap so you’re more comfortable, one hand absentmindedly rubbing slow circles along your calf.

“You handled all that well,” he murmurs.

“With my parents?” You laugh.

“With everyone.” He clarifies and you hum softly.

“They're trying,” you tell him.

“They are.” He agrees.

There’s a small pause. Then Yoongi glances toward the kitchen where your parents’ voices drift faintly through the doorway.

“Your sister wasn’t wrong though.” He says, making you raise an eyebrow.

“About what?” You ask.

“The weird tension between your parents.” He says.

“I don't know if it's tension.” You comment, thinking back to your sisters and your mom straightening your dad's tie.

“What is it then?” Yoongi questions.

You consider it.

“Unfinished business,” you say.

“That sounds dangerous.” He states.

“It probably is,” you say.

Right then, your phone buzzes on the coffee table. You glance at the screen and immediately start laughing. Yoongi looks suspicious.

“What?” He asks.

You turn the phone so he can see.

Seungkwan I FIGURED IT OUT.

Another message pops up.

Seungkwan It's hee-hee-hoo.

Then another.

Seungkwan I practiced with a YouTube video.

Pause.

Seungkwan Just in case the Min empire tries to escape again.

“I’m never hearing the end of this.” Yoongi groans and drops his head back against the couch.

Another buzz.

Seungkwan Also if Yoongi doesn’t charge his phone again I'm taking over as emergency husband.

You burst out laughing.

“What’s funny?” Your sister calls out from the kitchen.

“Seungkwan thinks he’s the backup husband.” You inform her as you wipe your eyes.

“I leave my phone off for one hour and suddenly there’s a replacement.” Yoongi sighs dramatically.

Wrong breathing technique. You grin and text back

Three dots appear instantly.

Seungkwan WHAT.

You set the phone down. Yoongi rests his hand over your stomach as the baby shifts again. A quiet kick presses against his palm. He sighs softly.

“Alright, kid,” he murmurs. “No more hospital trips this week.”

Another kick answers him. From the kitchen, your mom laughs at something Mingyu says. Your dad’s voice joins in a moment later. The house feels even fuller than it did before.

Yoongi squeezes your hand gently.

“Thirty-one weeks,” he mutters.

You smile.

“Still thirty-one weeks.” You confirm.

Another buzz from your phone.

You don’t even have to look.

Seungkwan again.

“Please tell me he didn’t send a breathing tutorial.” Yoongi groans.

You glance down at the screen.

And laugh.

“He sent a voice recording,” you tell him

Yoongi stares at the ceiling.

“I’m moving.”

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Summary: You thought planning your wedding was going to be a magical memory. You didn't realize that it might make you second guess everything.

Pairing: Fiancée Yoongi x Insecure F. Reader

Genre: Romance, Angst, Smut, Hurt-Comfort

Warnings: Explicit Sex, Toxic Family, Arguments, Sex Toys, Self Doubt, Over Thinking, Unprotected Sex, Yoongi Overworking Himself, Reader Needs To Speak Up

You walk down the sidewalk with your two best friends flanking each side of you. Today was the THE day! The thought of wedding dress shopping has been eating at you for a week now. You were finally going to have to face your mother for the first time in person since she practically kidnapped you to look at overpriced venues that she could only dream about. You were thankful that Yoongi's mom couldn't be here today. You didn't want her to witness what was sure to be a shit show. You had promised to send her pictures.

“Are you absolutely sure that you want both of them here?” Jisoo asked as the three of you approached the boutique.

“I get inviting your mom but….your sister. I think you have gone nuts,” Lisa says.

“I told you,” you say as you stop walking to look at them. “She and I are fine. Things are getting better.”

It's not a lie. Things have definitely been getting better between you and your sister. While the two of you haven't met up in person since that fateful day in the coffee shop in February, you have talked and texted a lot. It might not be every day, but you do communicate several times a week. It’s mainly mundane topics and wedding talk, but that was perfectly okay with you. This is how you found out that your mother has every intention of buying you her dream wedding dress. That poofy, sparkly princess dress that you absolutely hate. You are pretty sure that someone is going to walk out of the shop today crying, and it's not going to be tears of joy. Will it be you or your mom? You are hoping it's the latter.

You can see your mom and sister standing outside of the wedding dress boutique as the three of you finally get closer to the destination. Lisa throws her long hair up in a ponytail and takes her hoop earrings out before throwing them in her purse that hangs at her side. You throw her a look of confusion, and she shrugs.

“If I have to fight, I need to be ready,” she whispers loudly.

“There will be no fighting,” Jisoo counters. “We are here to support our friend. This is a very special day.”

“I will support her by punching a bitch if I have to,” Lisa hisses.

“Listen,” you say, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk. “I'm really stressed out right now. I really appreciate your willingness to fight, but please, please don't do it today.”

“I make no promises except for that I will try,” she tells you as she rolls her eyes.

“Good enough,” you grumble and continue your walk forward.

As you approach your family, you can see that your mom and sister seem to be in some sort of heated discussion. Your sister has her arms crossed over her chest and is shaking her head vigorously while your mom looks like she is attempting to scold her. Great. You clear your throat, and your sister quickly turns to you, giving you a tight smile.

“Finally,” your mother says, looking at you with a pinched look on her face. “I must say that I'm surprised that I was still invited here after all the trouble you're going through to ignore me.”

“Now is not the time to talk about this,” Jisoo said gently as you bit the inside of your cheek. “Why don't we go into the store and look around some.”

Jisoo takes your moms arm and directs her into the dress shop. Lisa stays near you and glares at your sister, who glares right back at her. You nudge Lisa and point to the door to the boutique. Taking your hint, she huffs and walks past your sister, growling at her as she passes to go into the store.

“She really hates me, doesn't she? " Your sister asks, as she turns her attention away from Lisa.

“She's just protective,” you say in defense of your friend.

“Listen, mom bought you the dress,” your sister tells you. “Mingyu and I overheard her on the phone last night confirming the details when she was over for dinner.”

“What?” You ask with wide eyes.

“Yeah, Mingyu even kicked her out of the house when we confronted her about it. He said she needs to learn to respect our wishes, and if she can't, then she's no longer welcomed in our home. She is pissed at me because I won't back her up,” she says quickly as she shoots a look to the large window you two were standing in front of.

“Holy shit,” you say, looking at the ground as you let her words sink in. “Is that what you were talking about just now?”

“Yeah, she wants me to call off the wedding,” she says with a roll of her eyes. “She always said how he was the perfect man. How he was so good-looking, rich, and how we looked so good together. Now, he stood up to her, and she wants me to get rid of him.”

“You're not…” You start, but she cuts you off.

“NO!” She exclaims. “I'll choose Mingyu over her every day.”

There is a knock on the window of the boutique. You look and see Lisa waving for the two of you to come in. Glancing at your watch, you see it's almost time for your appointment to start.

“We will have to talk about this later,” you tell her, and she nods her head in agreement.

“You ready?” She asks, walking over to the door and opening it for you.

“As I'll ever be,” you respond and walk into the shop.

“No,” you say as you look at the dress that's hanging on a champagne fabric wrapped hanger in your moms hand. You are positive it’s the one that she bought for you.

“You don't even know what it looks like until you try it on,” your mom argues. You look to your friends or sister for help, but they are busy looking through the dresses on the racks spread throughout the room to notice. “Please, just try it on. What harm is it going to do?”

You snatch the hanger, maybe a little too roughly out of her hand, and head to the dressing room to shut her up. You feel shy upon entering the room that was surrounded by mirrors when an attendant accompanies you inside. She takes the dress from you and hangs it from a gold hook on the wall. You quickly undress as she unlaces the back and pulls the zipper down, getting it ready for you to step into. You watch as she expertly lays it out on the floor that you hoped they cleaned before your appointment. You might not like the dress, but you don't want to ruin it. You carefully step into the material barefooted as she gently pulls the dress up your body. You close your eyes and take in how the dress feels heavy on your frame. That wasn't a good sign, and you can't bring yourself to look in the mirror. You know that you probably look ridiculous.

“You can look,” she says gently after she finishes zipping you up. “It's a little big on you. We would have to take it in some.”

One…two…three. You open your eyes, and you stare at yourself expressionless in the mirror as soon as you see the reflection of yourself. You look like an abominable snowman, a marshmallow, a cotton ball. The dress was stark white with layers upon layers of tulle in the skirt that made you feel like you were being swallowed up by the fine netting. The bodice was covered in probably hundreds of iridescent beads that were scraping your inner arm, irritating it. They were accompanied by a plunging sweetheart neckline, showing off way more skin than you would like for your wedding day. Especially in front of Yoongi's family. You hated it. You knew you would.

“We have plenty of other silhouettes that you can try on,” your attendant tells you as she takes in the look of disgust on your face. “Brides go through so many dresses before they find the one of their dreams. It's okay to not like this one.”

“I have to show my mom,” you tell her. “This is the dress of her dreams.”

“What about your dreams?” she asked, smiling sadly at you almost like she understood what you were going through. You wonder how many brides come through here trying on dresses to make others happy. You hope it's not many.

You shrug and give her a small smile in return. Leaving the room, you go back out onto the floor and stand in front of a set of cream colored couches where everyone sat. Your mom lights up as she looks at you being swallowed by all the tulle. Her hands pressed against her chest as she beams at you. Of course, your pageant mother loves the over the top dress. Jisoo's face is cringing, and she's trying to hide behind her phone, Lisa is literally straight up pointing at you as she silently laughs, and your sister is subtly shaking her head no at you.

“Turn, turn,” your mom says, as she pulls out her phone to begin snapping pictures. “I told you. It looks perfect on you. Do you have a tiara? She needs a veil, preferably with a long dramatic train. ”

“I don't want a tiara,” you grumble, but your mother brushed you off with a wave of her hand.

“How about we try something else,” your sister says, interrupting your mother as she walks over to you and hands you another dress. This one, thankfully, seems like it had much less material.

You cautiously take the dress from her and head back inside the dressing room while lifting the skirt of the dress so you don't trip. You carefully take the heavy dress off once the door closes with help, and you try on the next dress without really looking at it. The attendant makes a noise of surprise as she buttons you into it. She steps away and smiles at your reflection in the mirror.

“It fits perfectly. It doesn't even need to be altered. Go ahead and take a look,” she said encouragingly.

You turn with a deep breath and slowly open your eyes to look in the mirror. She was right. It fit perfectly against your body and hugged you like a glove. The vintage sleeveless, lace mermaid dress flowed beautifully as it hugged every curve of your body. The off-white color seemed to be much more flattering compared to the stark white marshmallow, making it seem much more elegant and simple. It made you feel beautiful. It was perfect.

You turn and glance at the back of the dress before doing a small circle, trying to see every view of the dress. You loved it. You absolutely loved it. Damn it, you can feel yourself start to cry. You understand now why women always cry on those dress shows on tv. You can actually envision yourself walking down the aisle to Yoongi in this dress. It felt magical. It felt right.

“I think this is the one,” she said, handing you a tissue so you can dab at your tears. “Like it was meant to be.”

Wiping your eyes, you take a deep breath and go out to the floor once again. You take one look at your best friends and the damn breaks. Tears start falling rapidly now, and you can hardly keep up with catching the droplets.

“Oh, sweets,” Lisa said, crying along with you.

“It's so beautiful on you,” Jisoo said over Lisa’s whaling as she took several pictures of you.

“A perfect fit,” your sister said softly, smiling at you.

You are able to calm yourself after a minute and turn some circles for them. Your hands run over the floral lace fabric as you once again look in a mirror off to the side in the main room. You don't want to look at your mom. You can imagine what her expression is. It's probably an angry, sour expression. You have to quickly remind yourself that this is not about her. You are not going to let her take this moment from you.

Your attendant approaches you again. Reaching up, she clips a veil in your hair and lays the train out flat behind you. Lisa cries louder, and Jisoo shushes her as she lightly pats her on the back. You finally look at your mom, and she's quietly staring at you. You think her eyes look glassy. This is it. You know it is. This is the one.

“I'll take it,” you say with a smile as you look at the attendant. “I don't need to see anymore. This is the one.”

Leaving the store, you button up your jacket with Lisa and Jisoo right next to you, the latter holding your dress. Your mom and sister leave last, but your mother comes around and stands in front of you, stopping you from being able to walk away from her.

“Umm,” Jisoo said and looked at you. “I'll get this home. Don't worry, I'll keep it safe.”

“Thank you,” you say softly and hug her goodbye.

“Do you want me to stay?” Lisa asks you but stares directly at your mom. “I have all day.”

“You know what, Lisa,” your sister says, and Lisa's eyes snap to her. “Why don't you and I grab a coffee. My treat.” Lisa's sharp eyes turn to you, and you nod your head, yes, encouraging her.

“Fine, only because you are paying,” Lisa sniffed and squeezed your hand in departure.

You sigh as you watch them walk away. You didn’t want to be alone with your mother, but you can't stand the stress of avoiding her anymore. It's been getting to you more than you want to admit.

“I must say,” your mom said, nodding her head. “You looked beautiful.”

“Really?” You asked shocked, not expecting those words to come out of her mouth.

“Yeah,” she sighs. “I still like the first dress better, but you looked…happy. I think it's the first time I've seen you happy in a while. Our last interaction…you seemed…angry. Even right now. You seem so tired.”

“Mom,” you sigh and dig your hands in your pocket. “It's wedding planning….it's stressful.”

“He should have been there looking at venues with you and not me,” she tells you, and it makes you roll your eyes.

“It's not like you gave us a chance to do it on our own,” you argue.

“Has he helped at all?” She asked, crossing her arms.

“He's helping the best he can,” you defend him. “He's just busy right now. His job is important.”

“So, that's a no,” she sighs and shakes her head. “You're so young, Y/N. I know Yoongi is handsome, talented, and rich, but that will only get you so far. I want you to be sure about this. Divorce isn't fun. Are you sure he is the one?”

“Mom,” you say, rolling your shoulders trying to ease the tension. “Thank you for worrying about me, but I'll be fine. Yoongi, he loves me, and I love him. Even if he weren't talented and rich, I would still love him, and I would still marry him.”

“What happens when you have children? Will he be there then, or will work still be more important? You don't know what it's like to take care of two sick children at the same time…alone….no help because I do,” your mother argues. “I don't want that for you. Your dad was like him. Always busy, never enough time for the family, and always running to his office as soon as things got hard.”

“Yoongi won't do that to me,” you argue back. “He's not going anywhere. Mingyu isn't going anywhere. Stop trying to control us before you lose us for good.”

With that, you walk away before she could say anything else. You didn't need her to try and plant any more seeds of doubt in your head. Yoongi was not your father. He knew exactly how you grew up and was sure he would do better for your future children. He would show them love and shower them with attention. Right? You're positive he will. He will show them unwavering support and their number one cheerleader. Right? Yes, of course he will. Hopefully.

You lie on the couch, scrolling through your phone later the same day looking at shoes to match your wedding dress. You have plenty of heels, but none are off white in color. A part of you wonders if you can get away with going barefoot. You wanted to take the option of comfort over stylish. The dress is long and would definitely cover your feet, but you are sure the winery probably would not allow it due to health codes. Flats? Possibly, probably the best option.

The front door swings open suddenly, startling you, and Yoongi quickly comes into the apartment. The door slams shut behind him, and he's on top of you before you can even fully react to him being home. You look at him with a startled expression, which he kisses off your face.

“What's going on?” You ask as you lay frozen underneath him.

“I have good news and better news,” he said, biting his bottom lip. “Which one do you want first?”

“Good news,” you say warily.

“One, Jimin is my best man so that way he can walk with Lisa down the aisle. Hobi and Jin are fighting over the second spot. It will get figured out before our tux fitting. Which….I made the appointment today. Two, I also made an appointment at the jewelers downtown to find our wedding bands next week. Three, I started planning our honeymoon,” he explains and gives you a big kiss on the mouth.

“What's the better news,” you ask as you push him away with a smile.

“Oh, we finished the album,” he said casually.

You gasp and launch your body up off the couch. You wrap your arms around his neck, effectively knocking the two of you off the couch and onto the floor. He lands first with you, landing right on top of him. You might have hurt your knee upon landing, but it will be fine.

“Done! Like completely done?” You ask, looking down at him.

“Well, like 98 percent done,” he said, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “ Do you remember the two men from Darling Media that you met?” he asks, and you nod your head, yes. “We have a meeting with them next week to work out a contract for promotional stuff. Then, that's it. It's done.”

“That's amazing,” you say and slide off him, sitting on the floor.

“You don't seem happy. What's wrong?” he asks, coming to sit next to you.

“I'm really happy,” you tell him. “It's just I know that you will probably have another album to work on right after, and we will be right back in the same place.”

“I promised you that I would try harder to make time for you….for us,” he said, lightly grabbing your face and making you look at him. “Jungkook has been doing amazingly well. He will be able to shoulder a lot more responsibility. Also, we are in talks to hire another producer. Things are going to get better.”

“Does that mean you are going to be home tonight?” You ask him and stare down at your hands. Yoongi tilts your chin up and kisses you firmly on the mouth.

“I’m going to take a super quick shower and change,” Yoongi informs you. “I have to go back in to finalize some things, but I WILL be home tonight.” You nod your head and give him a small smile. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you tell him.

You get back on the couch as Yoongi heads for the shower. Lying back down, you smile to yourself. You felt as though a huge weight lifted off your shoulders, knowing that he had taken some initiative with the wedding. You haven't even had time to think about the honeymoon, but he has. It makes you feel giddy thinking about where you were going to go. Knowing him, it's probably going to be somewhere private with very few people around. That was perfectly fine with you. You just wanted to be with him, whether it be somewhere tropical or holed up in your apartment.

You hear Yoongi exit the bathroom after a few minutes of being lost in your thoughts, and you turn back to the endless pages of shoes on your phone. Would lace flats be too much? Maybe they should be a solid color instead. You chew on your bottom lip, and you go to the next page on the website.

“Baby,” Yoongi calls out from the bedroom. “What is this box in the closet?”

Box? What is he talking about? Your eyes suddenly widen in realization and sprint off the couch and make your way to the bedroom as quickly as you can. You see Yoongi unlatching the black latches on the damn red chest holding the unmentionable items and opening the lid.

“No,” you squeak out and jump on his back, but it is too late.

“Baaabyyy,” he said in awe as his eyes took in Lisa's gifts. “Holy shit is that a tentacle?” He grabs that pink and purple textured object, staring at you, mouth completely agape. He picks up the black leather cuffs next and smirks at you before moving them to the side. He reaches in further to pick up a small box that you didn't see before. Yoongi opens it and makes a choking sound as he pulls out a chain with something dangling off the ends. “Baby,” he said breathlessly.

“I don't even know what that is,” you say, hiding your face. “I didn't buy any of this.”

“I will send Lisa a thank you card,” Yoongi said as he held the chain in front of your face, and his eyes flicker to your chest as he licks his lips. “They’re nipple clamps.” You gasp and cover your chest with your hands. Your face turns beet red.

“Put them back,” you squeak.

“Why are you embarrassed?” he asks. “We are going to be married. It's good to be open about these things. I know I enjoyed playing around last time.”

“You did?” you ask in a small quiet voice.

“Yeah,” he assured you. “If it makes you uncomfortable, then we don't use anything. If you want to experiment, then I will fully support you.”

You smack him lightly on the chest. He just chuckles and places the clamps back in their case and closes the lid. He doesn't, however, put them back in the chest that was once hidden. You lift an eyebrow at him, and he gets up and places them on his bedside table.

“Just in case,” he says with a smirk.

You take a deep breath and slowly release it as you watch him get dressed. You felt like you could finally breathe. It wasn't a breath riddle with anxiety and worry. It was smooth and easy. You just hope that it stays that way.

《Chapter Eight》

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Summary: You thought planning your wedding was going to be a magical memory. You didn't realize that it might make you second guess everything.

Pairing: Fiancée Yoongi x Insecure F. Reader

Genre: Romance, Angst, Smut, Hurt-Comfort

Warnings: Explicit Sex, Toxic Family, Arguments, Sex Toys, Self Doubt, Over Thinking, Unprotected Sex, Yoongi Overworking Himself, Reader Needs To Speak Up

You walk down the sidewalk with your two best friends flanking each side of you. Today was the THE day! The thought of wedding dress shopping has been eating at you for a week now. You were finally going to have to face your mother for the first time in person since she practically kidnapped you to look at overpriced venues that she could only dream about. You were thankful that Yoongi's mom couldn't be here today. You didn't want her to witness what was sure to be a shit show. You had promised to send her pictures.

“Are you absolutely sure that you want both of them here?” Jisoo asked as the three of you approached the boutique.

“I get inviting your mom but….your sister. I think you have gone nuts,” Lisa says.

“I told you,” you say as you stop walking to look at them. “She and I are fine. Things are getting better.”

It's not a lie. Things have definitely been getting better between you and your sister. While the two of you haven't met up in person since that fateful day in the coffee shop in February, you have talked and texted a lot. It might not be every day, but you do communicate several times a week. It’s mainly mundane topics and wedding talk, but that was perfectly okay with you. This is how you found out that your mother has every intention of buying you her dream wedding dress. That poofy, sparkly princess dress that you absolutely hate. You are pretty sure that someone is going to walk out of the shop today crying, and it's not going to be tears of joy. Will it be you or your mom? You are hoping it's the latter.

You can see your mom and sister standing outside of the wedding dress boutique as the three of you finally get closer to the destination. Lisa throws her long hair up in a ponytail and takes her hoop earrings out before throwing them in her purse that hangs at her side. You throw her a look of confusion, and she shrugs.

“If I have to fight, I need to be ready,” she whispers loudly.

“There will be no fighting,” Jisoo counters. “We are here to support our friend. This is a very special day.”

“I will support her by punching a bitch if I have to,” Lisa hisses.

“Listen,” you say, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk. “I'm really stressed out right now. I really appreciate your willingness to fight, but please, please don't do it today.”

“I make no promises except for that I will try,” she tells you as she rolls her eyes.

“Good enough,” you grumble and continue your walk forward.

As you approach your family, you can see that your mom and sister seem to be in some sort of heated discussion. Your sister has her arms crossed over her chest and is shaking her head vigorously while your mom looks like she is attempting to scold her. Great. You clear your throat, and your sister quickly turns to you, giving you a tight smile.

“Finally,” your mother says, looking at you with a pinched look on her face. “I must say that I'm surprised that I was still invited here after all the trouble you're going through to ignore me.”

“Now is not the time to talk about this,” Jisoo said gently as you bit the inside of your cheek. “Why don't we go into the store and look around some.”

Jisoo takes your moms arm and directs her into the dress shop. Lisa stays near you and glares at your sister, who glares right back at her. You nudge Lisa and point to the door to the boutique. Taking your hint, she huffs and walks past your sister, growling at her as she passes to go into the store.

“She really hates me, doesn't she? " Your sister asks, as she turns her attention away from Lisa.

“She's just protective,” you say in defense of your friend.

“Listen, mom bought you the dress,” your sister tells you. “Mingyu and I overheard her on the phone last night confirming the details when she was over for dinner.”

“What?” You ask with wide eyes.

“Yeah, Mingyu even kicked her out of the house when we confronted her about it. He said she needs to learn to respect our wishes, and if she can't, then she's no longer welcomed in our home. She is pissed at me because I won't back her up,” she says quickly as she shoots a look to the large window you two were standing in front of.

“Holy shit,” you say, looking at the ground as you let her words sink in. “Is that what you were talking about just now?”

“Yeah, she wants me to call off the wedding,” she says with a roll of her eyes. “She always said how he was the perfect man. How he was so good-looking, rich, and how we looked so good together. Now, he stood up to her, and she wants me to get rid of him.”

“You're not…” You start, but she cuts you off.

“NO!” She exclaims. “I'll choose Mingyu over her every day.”

There is a knock on the window of the boutique. You look and see Lisa waving for the two of you to come in. Glancing at your watch, you see it's almost time for your appointment to start.

“We will have to talk about this later,” you tell her, and she nods her head in agreement.

“You ready?” She asks, walking over to the door and opening it for you.

“As I'll ever be,” you respond and walk into the shop.

“No,” you say as you look at the dress that's hanging on a champagne fabric wrapped hanger in your moms hand. You are positive it’s the one that she bought for you.

“You don't even know what it looks like until you try it on,” your mom argues. You look to your friends or sister for help, but they are busy looking through the dresses on the racks spread throughout the room to notice. “Please, just try it on. What harm is it going to do?”

You snatch the hanger, maybe a little too roughly out of her hand, and head to the dressing room to shut her up. You feel shy upon entering the room that was surrounded by mirrors when an attendant accompanies you inside. She takes the dress from you and hangs it from a gold hook on the wall. You quickly undress as she unlaces the back and pulls the zipper down, getting it ready for you to step into. You watch as she expertly lays it out on the floor that you hoped they cleaned before your appointment. You might not like the dress, but you don't want to ruin it. You carefully step into the material barefooted as she gently pulls the dress up your body. You close your eyes and take in how the dress feels heavy on your frame. That wasn't a good sign, and you can't bring yourself to look in the mirror. You know that you probably look ridiculous.

“You can look,” she says gently after she finishes zipping you up. “It's a little big on you. We would have to take it in some.”

One…two…three. You open your eyes, and you stare at yourself expressionless in the mirror as soon as you see the reflection of yourself. You look like an abominable snowman, a marshmallow, a cotton ball. The dress was stark white with layers upon layers of tulle in the skirt that made you feel like you were being swallowed up by the fine netting. The bodice was covered in probably hundreds of iridescent beads that were scraping your inner arm, irritating it. They were accompanied by a plunging sweetheart neckline, showing off way more skin than you would like for your wedding day. Especially in front of Yoongi's family. You hated it. You knew you would.

“We have plenty of other silhouettes that you can try on,” your attendant tells you as she takes in the look of disgust on your face. “Brides go through so many dresses before they find the one of their dreams. It's okay to not like this one.”

“I have to show my mom,” you tell her. “This is the dress of her dreams.”

“What about your dreams?” she asked, smiling sadly at you almost like she understood what you were going through. You wonder how many brides come through here trying on dresses to make others happy. You hope it's not many.

You shrug and give her a small smile in return. Leaving the room, you go back out onto the floor and stand in front of a set of cream colored couches where everyone sat. Your mom lights up as she looks at you being swallowed by all the tulle. Her hands pressed against her chest as she beams at you. Of course, your pageant mother loves the over the top dress. Jisoo's face is cringing, and she's trying to hide behind her phone, Lisa is literally straight up pointing at you as she silently laughs, and your sister is subtly shaking her head no at you.

“Turn, turn,” your mom says, as she pulls out her phone to begin snapping pictures. “I told you. It looks perfect on you. Do you have a tiara? She needs a veil, preferably with a long dramatic train. ”

“I don't want a tiara,” you grumble, but your mother brushed you off with a wave of her hand.

“How about we try something else,” your sister says, interrupting your mother as she walks over to you and hands you another dress. This one, thankfully, seems like it had much less material.

You cautiously take the dress from her and head back inside the dressing room while lifting the skirt of the dress so you don't trip. You carefully take the heavy dress off once the door closes with help, and you try on the next dress without really looking at it. The attendant makes a noise of surprise as she buttons you into it. She steps away and smiles at your reflection in the mirror.

“It fits perfectly. It doesn't even need to be altered. Go ahead and take a look,” she said encouragingly.

You turn with a deep breath and slowly open your eyes to look in the mirror. She was right. It fit perfectly against your body and hugged you like a glove. The vintage sleeveless, lace mermaid dress flowed beautifully as it hugged every curve of your body. The off-white color seemed to be much more flattering compared to the stark white marshmallow, making it seem much more elegant and simple. It made you feel beautiful. It was perfect.

You turn and glance at the back of the dress before doing a small circle, trying to see every view of the dress. You loved it. You absolutely loved it. Damn it, you can feel yourself start to cry. You understand now why women always cry on those dress shows on tv. You can actually envision yourself walking down the aisle to Yoongi in this dress. It felt magical. It felt right.

“I think this is the one,” she said, handing you a tissue so you can dab at your tears. “Like it was meant to be.”

Wiping your eyes, you take a deep breath and go out to the floor once again. You take one look at your best friends and the damn breaks. Tears start falling rapidly now, and you can hardly keep up with catching the droplets.

“Oh, sweets,” Lisa said, crying along with you.

“It's so beautiful on you,” Jisoo said over Lisa’s whaling as she took several pictures of you.

“A perfect fit,” your sister said softly, smiling at you.

You are able to calm yourself after a minute and turn some circles for them. Your hands run over the floral lace fabric as you once again look in a mirror off to the side in the main room. You don't want to look at your mom. You can imagine what her expression is. It's probably an angry, sour expression. You have to quickly remind yourself that this is not about her. You are not going to let her take this moment from you.

Your attendant approaches you again. Reaching up, she clips a veil in your hair and lays the train out flat behind you. Lisa cries louder, and Jisoo shushes her as she lightly pats her on the back. You finally look at your mom, and she's quietly staring at you. You think her eyes look glassy. This is it. You know it is. This is the one.

“I'll take it,” you say with a smile as you look at the attendant. “I don't need to see anymore. This is the one.”

Leaving the store, you button up your jacket with Lisa and Jisoo right next to you, the latter holding your dress. Your mom and sister leave last, but your mother comes around and stands in front of you, stopping you from being able to walk away from her.

“Umm,” Jisoo said and looked at you. “I'll get this home. Don't worry, I'll keep it safe.”

“Thank you,” you say softly and hug her goodbye.

“Do you want me to stay?” Lisa asks you but stares directly at your mom. “I have all day.”

“You know what, Lisa,” your sister says, and Lisa's eyes snap to her. “Why don't you and I grab a coffee. My treat.” Lisa's sharp eyes turn to you, and you nod your head, yes, encouraging her.

“Fine, only because you are paying,” Lisa sniffed and squeezed your hand in departure.

You sigh as you watch them walk away. You didn’t want to be alone with your mother, but you can't stand the stress of avoiding her anymore. It's been getting to you more than you want to admit.

“I must say,” your mom said, nodding her head. “You looked beautiful.”

“Really?” You asked shocked, not expecting those words to come out of her mouth.

“Yeah,” she sighs. “I still like the first dress better, but you looked…happy. I think it's the first time I've seen you happy in a while. Our last interaction…you seemed…angry. Even right now. You seem so tired.”

“Mom,” you sigh and dig your hands in your pocket. “It's wedding planning….it's stressful.”

“He should have been there looking at venues with you and not me,” she tells you, and it makes you roll your eyes.

“It's not like you gave us a chance to do it on our own,” you argue.

“Has he helped at all?” She asked, crossing her arms.

“He's helping the best he can,” you defend him. “He's just busy right now. His job is important.”

“So, that's a no,” she sighs and shakes her head. “You're so young, Y/N. I know Yoongi is handsome, talented, and rich, but that will only get you so far. I want you to be sure about this. Divorce isn't fun. Are you sure he is the one?”

“Mom,” you say, rolling your shoulders trying to ease the tension. “Thank you for worrying about me, but I'll be fine. Yoongi, he loves me, and I love him. Even if he weren't talented and rich, I would still love him, and I would still marry him.”

“What happens when you have children? Will he be there then, or will work still be more important? You don't know what it's like to take care of two sick children at the same time…alone….no help because I do,” your mother argues. “I don't want that for you. Your dad was like him. Always busy, never enough time for the family, and always running to his office as soon as things got hard.”

“Yoongi won't do that to me,” you argue back. “He's not going anywhere. Mingyu isn't going anywhere. Stop trying to control us before you lose us for good.”

With that, you walk away before she could say anything else. You didn't need her to try and plant any more seeds of doubt in your head. Yoongi was not your father. He knew exactly how you grew up and was sure he would do better for your future children. He would show them love and shower them with attention. Right? You're positive he will. He will show them unwavering support and their number one cheerleader. Right? Yes, of course he will. Hopefully.

You lie on the couch, scrolling through your phone later the same day looking at shoes to match your wedding dress. You have plenty of heels, but none are off white in color. A part of you wonders if you can get away with going barefoot. You wanted to take the option of comfort over stylish. The dress is long and would definitely cover your feet, but you are sure the winery probably would not allow it due to health codes. Flats? Possibly, probably the best option.

The front door swings open suddenly, startling you, and Yoongi quickly comes into the apartment. The door slams shut behind him, and he's on top of you before you can even fully react to him being home. You look at him with a startled expression, which he kisses off your face.

“What's going on?” You ask as you lay frozen underneath him.

“I have good news and better news,” he said, biting his bottom lip. “Which one do you want first?”

“Good news,” you say warily.

“One, Jimin is my best man so that way he can walk with Lisa down the aisle. Hobi and Jin are fighting over the second spot. It will get figured out before our tux fitting. Which….I made the appointment today. Two, I also made an appointment at the jewelers downtown to find our wedding bands next week. Three, I started planning our honeymoon,” he explains and gives you a big kiss on the mouth.

“What's the better news,” you ask as you push him away with a smile.

“Oh, we finished the album,” he said casually.

You gasp and launch your body up off the couch. You wrap your arms around his neck, effectively knocking the two of you off the couch and onto the floor. He lands first with you, landing right on top of him. You might have hurt your knee upon landing, but it will be fine.

“Done! Like completely done?” You ask, looking down at him.

“Well, like 98 percent done,” he said, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “ Do you remember the two men from Darling Media that you met?” he asks, and you nod your head, yes. “We have a meeting with them next week to work out a contract for promotional stuff. Then, that's it. It's done.”

“That's amazing,” you say and slide off him, sitting on the floor.

“You don't seem happy. What's wrong?” he asks, coming to sit next to you.

“I'm really happy,” you tell him. “It's just I know that you will probably have another album to work on right after, and we will be right back in the same place.”

“I promised you that I would try harder to make time for you….for us,” he said, lightly grabbing your face and making you look at him. “Jungkook has been doing amazingly well. He will be able to shoulder a lot more responsibility. Also, we are in talks to hire another producer. Things are going to get better.”

“Does that mean you are going to be home tonight?” You ask him and stare down at your hands. Yoongi tilts your chin up and kisses you firmly on the mouth.

“I’m going to take a super quick shower and change,” Yoongi informs you. “I have to go back in to finalize some things, but I WILL be home tonight.” You nod your head and give him a small smile. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you tell him.

You get back on the couch as Yoongi heads for the shower. Lying back down, you smile to yourself. You felt as though a huge weight lifted off your shoulders, knowing that he had taken some initiative with the wedding. You haven't even had time to think about the honeymoon, but he has. It makes you feel giddy thinking about where you were going to go. Knowing him, it's probably going to be somewhere private with very few people around. That was perfectly fine with you. You just wanted to be with him, whether it be somewhere tropical or holed up in your apartment.

You hear Yoongi exit the bathroom after a few minutes of being lost in your thoughts, and you turn back to the endless pages of shoes on your phone. Would lace flats be too much? Maybe they should be a solid color instead. You chew on your bottom lip, and you go to the next page on the website.

“Baby,” Yoongi calls out from the bedroom. “What is this box in the closet?”

Box? What is he talking about? Your eyes suddenly widen in realization and sprint off the couch and make your way to the bedroom as quickly as you can. You see Yoongi unlatching the black latches on the damn red chest holding the unmentionable items and opening the lid.

“No,” you squeak out and jump on his back, but it is too late.

“Baaabyyy,” he said in awe as his eyes took in Lisa's gifts. “Holy shit is that a tentacle?” He grabs that pink and purple textured object, staring at you, mouth completely agape. He picks up the black leather cuffs next and smirks at you before moving them to the side. He reaches in further to pick up a small box that you didn't see before. Yoongi opens it and makes a choking sound as he pulls out a chain with something dangling off the ends. “Baby,” he said breathlessly.

“I don't even know what that is,” you say, hiding your face. “I didn't buy any of this.”

“I will send Lisa a thank you card,” Yoongi said as he held the chain in front of your face, and his eyes flicker to your chest as he licks his lips. “They’re nipple clamps.” You gasp and cover your chest with your hands. Your face turns beet red.

“Put them back,” you squeak.

“Why are you embarrassed?” he asks. “We are going to be married. It's good to be open about these things. I know I enjoyed playing around last time.”

“You did?” you ask in a small quiet voice.

“Yeah,” he assured you. “If it makes you uncomfortable, then we don't use anything. If you want to experiment, then I will fully support you.”

You smack him lightly on the chest. He just chuckles and places the clamps back in their case and closes the lid. He doesn't, however, put them back in the chest that was once hidden. You lift an eyebrow at him, and he gets up and places them on his bedside table.

“Just in case,” he says with a smirk.

You take a deep breath and slowly release it as you watch him get dressed. You felt like you could finally breathe. It wasn't a breath riddle with anxiety and worry. It was smooth and easy. You just hope that it stays that way.

《Chapter Eight》

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F!reader sleeping on top of Carmy but Carmy has to leave for work

Oh that’s so sweet 🥰😭

FLUFFY LIL. BLURB BTC

You didn’t know how long you’d been asleep for. It felt like an age but also like no time at all. Most of it was probably due to Carmy being the most comfortable pillow you’d had. His strong biceps were around your middle, holding you against his toned chest

You were happily dozing, in that half awake half asleep state, head on his chest, lying on top of him, listening to a mix of the early morning hum of traffic and his heart beat

“Babe.” You felt Carmy shift a little on the bed and ignored it hoping he was just sleep talking.

“Babe.” He repeated himself.

You groaned and pressed your face into his chest , inhaling the mix of body wash, deodorant and whatever else he’d been cooking with yesterday. It was addictive.

“What?” You muffled, burying your head into his chest and sighing. “S’early…”

“I know it’s early but i gotta go to work” he brushed his hand through your hair

“Go to back t’sleep Carmen”

You felt him laugh “I’d like to, but I gotta go open up and prep”

“Noooo. I’m comfy” you let out a sigh and squeezed your arms tighter around him. “Cant you get someone else to?”

“I’m the only one with keys babe” he stroked your back gently. “It’s gotta be me, sorry”

“Weren’t you meant to get Richie one cut?”

You could feel him sigh “Yeah. Forgot”

“Carmyyy” you moaned. “I’ve been telling you to do that for two weeks”

In response you lifted the blanket tighter around the two of you and started kissing his cheeks and jaw.

“You’re not playing fair…” Carmy’s voice sounded low.

“Call in sick” you said and rested your head back on him, snuggling against him.

“I’m the Head Chef” Carmy rose an eyebrow. “I can’t call in sick as much as I’d like to stay here and make out with you all morning.”

You sighed, knowing he had to go. You shifted up on one arm and kissed him softly a few times. “Urgh fine but you owe me…”

“Tell you what… I’ll make you pancakes before I go.” Carmy moved himself up and brushed your hair back so he could look at you “Maple or blueberry?”

“What do you mean OR, Berzatto?”

Carmy rolled his eyes playfully as he gently lifted you off him and tucked you back in.

“Heard. Blueberry and maple” he kissed your hair as he got up. “And I’ll make it up to you later”

“I’m holding you to that.” You said enjoying the view of him shirtless, sleep pants hanging loose on his hips.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world babe”

[metalheadsagainstfascism]

If you like Hawai'i because it's fucking beautiful and the waters are perfectly clear.

Then you should support the decolonization of Hawai'i and give it back to the indigenous peoples there because they are why it's so beautiful and the waters are perfectly clear.

And while we're at it support #Land Back because if we give authority to care for the indigenous people here on the main land, we can probably have a place that's that beautiful as well (assuming it's not too far gone yet).

-fae

[metalheadsagainstfascism]

@wingedknighterrant

Native Hawaiians are only a minority because colonizers came in, brought diseases, murdered them, then forced them to convert to Christianity.

Group studies scourge of missing, murdered Native Hawaiians

The work comes amid renewed calls for people to pay more attention to missing and slain Indigenous women after Gabby Petito's disappearance

Modern Hawai'i, like its colonial overlord, the United States of America, is a settler society. Our Hawaiian people, now but a remnant of th

The Devastating Effects of Colonization on Hawai'i

The exploitation of the Hawaiian land and people that led to and continues to contribute to the destruction of their culture.

You don't get to gather a group of your best friends, break into a house, kill the whole family but the kid, live there for 20 years, then complain about minority rule when the kid says "Yo. Can I have my house back?"

The History of Hawaii Tells the Story of a Violent Colonization

The beautiful paradise holds an ugly history that's unbeknownst to many on the mainland — and still affects the Native population to this ve

-fae

[niggazinmoscow]

THIS RIGHT HERE

[afronerdism]

You guys are dangerously close to realizing specifically what kinds of people they keep from voting and why.

[molothoo]

I want to drill this into everybody’s head:

The United States of America has the highest prison population in the world

Black Americans and Latin people make up the majority of this population (many of whom are non-violent offenders)

Federal Prisons in America require that their state keeps their prisons at a maximum occupancy at all times.

The 13th amendment did not entirely abolish slavery…just one form of it. It remains legal through industrial prison system

[scretladyspider]

Oh and we have privatized prisons which allow companies to actually make money off of keeping people incarcerated 

[dantalaois]

[odinsblog]

Here’s what’s really perverse: prisoners, who cannot vote, still get counted in the U.S. Census. The more prisoners a county has, the more representation it gets, even though the prisoners cannot vote. See how that works? The more black and brown people they lock up, the more government resources and political representation they get. Even though those prisoners have no say and cannot vote.

If county-A has a population of 50 voters but no prisons, and county-B has a population of 50 voters and 50 prisoners, the county with the prisoners gets more government funding and more political represention. This is sometimes called “prison gerrymandering” and it is used in redistrictring.

Not so fun Fact: Southern states that reliably vote for Republicans also have the highest prison population in the United States. (source). So mass incarceration is a double whammy. It’s both a form of voter suppression and a tool to strengthen white people’s political power.

[thedailyshow]

[gay-hopeless-romantic-deactivat]

The U.S. in a gif series.

[pdawgz]

Pls keep reblogging this till this become a classic tumblr post , because it needs to be

[ethereal-business-cabaret]

(source)

[mockiato-deactivated20200315]

Whoa, I didn’t realize that it was so deliberate, I honestly thought it was unconscious

[rainfelt]

Scary, scary.

[tres-calicos-deactivated2024032]

Gonna add on to this: From the other side of the bar, I see this crap all the time. Seriously. I work at a high-density bar, and let me tell you, I have anywhere from 10-20 guys every night come up and tell me to, “serve her a stronger drink, I’m trying to get lucky tonight, know what I mean?” usually accompanied with a wink and a gesture at a girl who, in my experience, is going to go from mildly buzzed to definitively hammered if I keep serving her. Now, I like to think I’m a responsible bartender, so I usually tell guys like that to piss off, and, if I can, try to tell the girl’s more sober friends that they need to keep an eye on her. But everyone- just so you know, most of the time, when someone you don’t know is buying you a drink, they’re NOT doing it out of a sense of cordiality, they’re buying you a drink for the sole purpose of making you let your guard down. So:

Tips for getting drinks-

1. ALWAYS GO TO THE BAR TO GET YOUR OWN DRINK, DO NOT LET STRANGERS CARRY YOUR DRINKS. This is an opportune time for dropping something into your cocktail, and you’re none the wiser.

2.IF YOU ORDER SOMETHING NON-ALCOHOLIC, I promise you, the bartender doesn’t give two shits that you’re not drinking cocktails with your friends, and often, totally understands that you don’t want to let your guard down around strangers. Usually, you can just tell the bartender that you’d like something light, and that’s a big clue to us that you’re uncomfortable with whomever you’re standing next to. Again, we see this all the time.

3. If you’re in a position to where you feel uncomfortable not ordering alcohol:

Here’s a list of light liquors, and mixers that won’t get you drunk, and will still look like an actual cocktail:

X-rated + sprite = easy to drink, sweet, and 12% alcoholic content. Not strong at all, usually runs $6-$8, depending on your state.

Amaretto + sour= sweet, not strong, 26%.

Peach Schnapps+ ginger ale= tastes like mellow butterscotch, 24%.

Melon liquor (Midori, in most bars) + soda water = not overly sweet, 21%

Coffee liquor (Kahlua) +soda = not super sweet, 20%.

Hope this helps someone out!

[greekgodohair]

Backing this up from years of bar tending.

[amayamiyaki]

Adding to this:

When I was a fresh bartender, I had a couple sitting in the corner, already drinking when I started my shift. They seemed like they knew each other really well considering how much they had their hands on one another. But I still came by and asked if they were okay. The man just waved me off while the woman said, “I need some water.”

The man laughed it off and told me, “She doesn’t need any water. She’s fine.”

She was not fine. Clearly. I decided I was going to cut the two off anyway and bring them some water. As I was filling up the glasses, I heard the woman say, “Stop. I said no. I don’t feel good.”

Her tone and attitude changed instantly. She kept pushing his hand away when he reached for her face, turned her head away when he tried to kiss her. Loudly told him, “Stop. I’m done for tonight.”

So I made sure to refill her water the moment she finished it, and I stayed within earshot of them the whole night. And every time I did, the man got mad at me, told me to leave them alone. Their friends were there, surrounding them and told me that those two always fought when they were drunk and apologized, so I relaxed a little. But the last time I refilled her drink, I heard a loud crash.

She fell out of her stool and hit her head on the floor. And he calmly drank his drink. Their friends didn’t even blink. I jumped over the bar to tend to her and he just said, “Don’t worry, I’ll take her home. She always ends up like this. She drinks too much.”

But it didn’t sound right.

Then the woman began convulsing.

I yelled for the other bartender to call 911 and when I did, the guy suddenly disappeared. I tried asking thr friends questions about him and they just blew it off as the woman being a black our drunk. And one of them said, “We’ll get her home. Don’t worry.”

But when thr EMTs showed up with the police, they all disappeared too.

A few days later the woman came with an attorney. She asked me and the other bartender who worked before me some questions. Turns out, she didn’t know any of those people. They weren’t her friends or her boyfriend. They had met that night, when the guy asked her if he could buy her a drink. At the hospital, they found traces of Rohypnol in her system.

The guy had Roofied her. And his friends were in on it.

The security camera footage showed he had put something in her drink when she left for the bathroom before my shift.

So seriously, it happens. You have to be careful with your drinks! Always watch it, don’t let anyone handle it, and take it with you wherever you go–even the bathroom. Or if you’re a regular at that bar, ask the bartender to put it behind the bar. We’ll do it.

[moonlady9]

Rb for that last add, don’t ever worry about being polite! Protect urself!

[chris-evans-indian-fanfic]

REBLOG AND SPREAD THE WORD!

[ohmymypo-deactivated20210603]

I feel like EVERYONE should know this, even if you don’t drink.

[mitski-miyawakis]

View this post on Instagram, it shows how easy it is for someone else to slip something into your drink, even if you’re the one holding it

A post shared by Mel | Renaissance Womanhood (@renaissancewomanhood) on Aug 26, 2020 at 7:49am PDT

[prismatic-bell]

And don’t worry about being polite.

If someone at a bar is giving you shit, yell I SAID NO as loud as you can. SOMEONE will hear.

[thegamewhiz]

Wow. I never knew that. Honestly a good test right there: Ask to get anything else. Interested will let you get nachos and predators will get pissed

[macbethz]

Remember when ship names were just like ~ ☆ sprite cranberry ☆~ and you just had to figure out what the fuck that meant for yourself

[ahagia-sophia]

I was sitting here thinking about boats like a complete dumbass

[transmechanicus]

USS Baja Blast

[octophantom]

Memes for days

[somenerdthing]

[heichou-in-da-house]

The new legendaries look great