genre: fluff; angst; established relationship, idol au; workaholic reader gets pampered by workaholic yoongi
warnings: cursing, banter, slight angst, and a shit ton of fluff ?
word count: 2.2k
author's note i am loving this producer reader au and i will be keeping at it until i throw up from being sick of it :) i hate writing dialogue just for the record, ugh (in any situation, not just fic related stuff) but i'm doing my best! lowkey burnt out and don't have any ideas at the moment so, send away!
summary: wherein yoongi doesn’t want to see you overexert yourself in work, so he takes care of you (or min yoongi's love language)
it was way past midnight.
you were in your studio, spending the fourth night in a row there. the low hum of the air conditioning and the looping track playing from your earphones as your only company.
you were ardently standing there, having a staring contest with the microphone. a side of your huge headphones covering one ear while the other one pulled just slightly above it, not fully concealing the other just in case somebody called out.
[2:24 am] myg: you up?
the text interrupts the quietude of your studio that had been marinating for quite some time now followed by a few notifications after.
[2:24 am] myg: i sent you something. let me know when you get it and let me know
[2:25 am] myg: what you think about it
you sigh. you weren't particularly aware of the time until he texted. only then had you realized how late it was; accounting for the dead building that crept past your studio. but the nature of your job had you getting used to adapting a temporary nocturnal lifestyle that involved sleeping at 9:00 am in the morning and staying up until 4:00 am the next day. you knew it wasn't healthy; you weren't doing the right thing. but honestly, who's ever done the right thing especially when they were so immersed in their work?
[2:32 am] myg: ok i'll drop by
[2:32 am] myg: just need to wrap up
you gather your things and exit the recording booth, stumbling on a few things scattered on the floor. you take a look around your studio and discover how filthy your living situation had become for the past few weeks. filthy was probably an overstatement; you liked to keep things clean, get unnecessary things out of the way. but this was quite grimy compared to what you were used to. should probably clean up before he arrives, you thought.
but you were tired. still not quite in the right mood to do all the tidying—picking up the plastic bottles, rearranging some of the wires that were left tangled on the floor as well as the pieces of clothing left on the couch. he was probably busy, and probably wouldn’t come around for another few hours was, your rough guess.
and so you let it be. grabbing your laptop and sit on the couch, pushing away some of the clutter, deciding to do the rest of your work there instead. but that turned out to be a bad idea because just a few minutes in, your eyes started to get heavy and you started to lean on the couch more often. a week's worth of sleep was chasing you and decided that now was the time to pay your debt.
you should have also know better that whatever yoongi says, yoongi does; because you hear somebody input the password to your door and it opens a few seconds later to reveal a yoongi.
"hey," he peeks into the door, voice quiet. you could hear the slight strain it had. he was probably working as much as you were before he came.
"hey." your eyes follow him as he switches his outside shoes for inside ones, not anticipating a visitor, at least not for a couple more hours. yet you still forced a flat, evidently tired, smile out of your face.
you tear a piece of your earphones out of your ear, legs crossed, laptop open, and hair a mess, as if it had been ruffled around or pulled, before in desperation of extracting an idea from your brain.
he carefully settles in. the familiar natural scent he had mixing with his perfume creeps into the room. a bag in one hand, the other on the door frame, guiding him as he goes inside.
"you ate yet?"
"i think," you answer without looking at him and you scoot over to the side, gathering the scarves, jacket, and other clothes to make room for him to sit down.
"i'm asking if you ate." he chuckles, amused at your attempt to dodge the question, twist it in a way that makes sense but also doesn't.
he sits next to you, clothed arm brushing against your shoulders. the bag he was holding with his left hand settles down onto the table, right next to her notebook and a pile of paper, discarded lyrics you couldn't quite let go of just yet.
"heard from hobi that you might still be in here."
"hmm," a mindless reply. you were tired.
he gradually leans forward, looking at what you had on your screen for a few seconds before quickly batting his eyes to look at you instead. you could feel his breathing: slow, deliberate, exhausted. you pursed your lips, trying to think of something, anything else other than the presence next to you.
how you wished something as simple as a look from him wouldn't throw you off so much, but it does, and he knows it.
you give up, sighing. you lean back, resting your head against the wall. he takes this chance and gently removes your hand from the mouse, taking it into his, cautiously moving the track back to the beginning. he takes just a quick glance at you to which you nod at for consent, and plays it.
the sound fills the small space, clearly unfinished—evidently spent. it sounded like what you had envisioned, but just not in a way that satisfied you, still missing something.
"not bad. good enough for you to take a break." he comments hoping to sway you, peering at your reaction.
you grimace.
you turn to him and see that he had a look on his face. it was quick, but it was there. one that you knew all too well. just confirming something that you had been trying to put off for so long now: you were burnt out, and you desperately needed a break.
"god, this is fucking with me, really." you murmur, taking your hands to your face, pushing some stray hair away and taking a large inhale, exhausted.
this was one thing that you had in common. both similarly enamoured in creating, making sure every second in a piece had its purpose. something that was worth talking about. sewing beats and melodies into precise proportions that felt comfortable and snug but ones that also suffocated and strangled when it needed to.
however, you also periodically became too absorbed that in return you just shut everything off—especially him. not knowing when to return; only ever stopping when he has nothing left to give, pushing past the limit. you had always been so conscious about it, pointing it out whenever you see the him spiral.
but sometimes it's just too much.
and he doesn't always have the right words to say that he was descending again. dubious on how he should tell you that it was getting bad again. so bad that whenever he sinks, he unknowingly brings you with him.
it happens frequently than he would have wanted and starts with a few nights spent overtime in the studio that turn into weeks, bad days that come one after the other.
it occasionally brings out the worst in him. But no matter how difficult he can get, how critical—especially to himself, you just kept on understanding; bringing your light, sharing it for the both of you. never asking nor wanting anything in return.
and it had become yoongi's silent oath to not let you wander the same path. not wanting to see you in situations he has experienced before. loving you in quiet, covert ways—the way he knows how.
"you should eat." he suggests, yawning as he stretches his arms.
"what's this?" you pry open the bag and immediately got blown away by the savory smell you've always had during nights like these but was too tired to make it yourself: mandu-guk.
you sigh dramatically, exaggeratedly, and turn to face yoongi who was radiating nervous energy; he knew what was coming.
all of a sudden, you take his face and cup it in your hands, looking at him like how you would encourage a child who took their first steps. you tell him how grateful you are in a melodramatic way and immediately pepper his face with kisses, leaving him squirming underneath. 'yah, yah, stop!' he scolds with the biggest smile on his face.
he absolutely loathes receiving physical affection—or any kind of affection, really. and would prefer to show it through small gestures, the complete opposite of how you were. and so, it became your mission that whenever you do, you would crank it up ten times more to sway him, purposefully annoying him, despite finding it quite cringe as well.
but seeing the big smile on this man tells you he's right exactly where he wants to be. he smiles, proudly. deep inside this is what he came here for.
you eventually settle after wrestling him down with your hugs and appreciation as he questions his life choices beside you, while you enthusiastically open up your food.
you pick up utensils he's included inside the bag and take a bite, and then a few more.
"good?"
you just nod and give him a thumbs up, savoring the well-curated taste in your mouth.
it's your pout and the puppy eyes that come with it that does him. you try to trigger any kind of reaction in him just for fun. jutting down your lower lip and bat your eyelashes the best you can, as you await his reaction: scrunching his face in horror. you complete it with the most ridiculous aegyo voice as well.
"aww, thank you ba-"
"don't" he interjects, but his whole face was completely red. his horror quickly drowned by his laughs, covering his eyes with calloused hands—proof of his hard work. and you try your best to gulp down a giggle but ridiculously fail.
you thought of how lucky he was to have a girl that could make him cackle his heart out ;)
you eagerly consume the meal he made just for you while he watches, like a mother who says 'i'm full just watching you eat' when you invite him to eat with you—that line, he actually says.
in the meantime, he silently starts to clear out the table bombarded with paper scraps and plastic bottles that should have been discarded a long time ago. his arms reach out past you and cautiously clears them out, making sure to not disrupt you.
when you tried to dismiss him, saying he doesn't need to and that you will be the one that'll do it later, his brows furrow and insists.
"you're overworking yourself. take a break, hmm?" he says, and asks you which things are still of use to not mistakenly throw them away.
you eventually join him after finishing the majority of your meal, clearing out the clutter and finally tending to your precious cables left tangled on the floor now that you had the motivation and energy to do so.
moments later, you two were back on the couch, peacefully enjoying each other's company. your studio was already looking good. not spotless clean, but better than what it was a few minutes ago.
crossing your arms, resting a leg on top of yoongi's, and leaning your head on top of his shoulders, the temporary tranquility gave you a chance to rest your eyes.
he planted a kiss on your forehead, resting his head atop yours. slowly, you could feel the built-up stress and exhaustion evaporate as you finally had the chance to bask in comfort and surround yourself in a familiar scent.
it was a challenge to try and not fall asleep under such conditions. you were so close to just ignoring the work demanding your attention and drifting off to sleep, but your mind remained locked into the laptop just right in front of you, remembering the deadline pdogg had suggested when tracks should be submitted.
he somehow sensed this and started tracing shapes on your arm to comfort you.
"can't sleep."
"i know. should i turn the lights off?"
you groan.
"no, that's- i have so much to work on, still." you reply, gently freeing yourself from his embrace, although you didn't want to, and directed your attention back to chords and melodies.
yoongi sighs. he learned a long time ago that it's no use trying to convince you to try and rest because you would always decline. stubbornness and persistence being some of the things you also had common.
he does what be can do instead and asks what it was that he could get for you, to which you answered coffee. that was the only thing keeping you from passing out asleep and crashing on your couch. the majority of your bloodstream was probably pure caffeine at this point.
he happily obliges. sitting there, observing, and giving suggestions whenever you asked for it.
you take a look at him every now and then to see him battling his own demons as well: the urge to doze off. you chuckle to yourself, seeing his determination to stay up and be with you, despite your protests.
later on, as other people—normal, sane people anyway—start to get ready for work, you were still wrapping up to go back home, finally. you let out one last sigh in defeat, and crash on top of yoongi, quietly squeezing in, not even wanting to go back home just yet.
and as the building slowly comes back alive, you gradually drift off to slumber.
Call you mine by Lo1k_diamonds (301k, completed)
Freya despises everything soulmate related, but one day her soulmate shows out of nowhere and turns everything upside down.
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A slowburn rejection soulmate story to make you fall in love with Min Yoongi
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Arden Banks is a successful author, three movies made from her book series, and she's proud of her work.
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He is dead set on working on the title track for the soundtrack of her latest movie. Arden is trying to be normal about the whole thing.
Arden doesn't expect to fall in love with the person Min Yoongi. She never even expected to meet him ever, but now she has and everyday her attraction to him grows. It doesn't help that they're now working together.
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When your valiant attempt to get your best friend laid not only backfires, but results in one mind-boggling discovery—that the world-famous idol Min Yoongi of BTS is your soulmate—you’re forced to confront your new reality. Soon, you will need each other’s touch to survive. Too bad Suga, despite his sweet name, is proving to be something of an acquired taste…
Alternate Summary: Just sixty-nine dope ass references in a trench coat…
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You let go of your lifelong dream to be an actor and embrace your new career as a drama teacher at your local high school but have a hard time adjusting to your work life when Namjoon Kim, the intelligent and handsome English teacher that you're crushing on, seems to have a grudge against you. Confiding in his best friend, Music teacher Yoongi Min, appears to be the only way to help you get in his good graces, your friendship with him developing into something more throughout the fall semester
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Two weeks into your summer vacation, you reminisce over your past winter break holiday with Yoongi before asking him a question that could bring your relationship to the next level.
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Despite every intention to stay away from one another, the pair soon finds themselves embroiled in a scandalous, erotic affair that can only end in one way: mutually assured destruction.
Unfortunately, Mother Nature won't let them off so easily.
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After losing your Dad you find yourself with a completely new life to the one you envisaged for yourself. New friends, new business and sadly a brand new crush. One who seemingly hates you. You're not sure what you've done to offend Min Yoongi but you know for certain, he doesn't like you like your friends insinuate.
This was first uploaded to Tumblr but I started to loathe the platform, so I'm uploading it here to keep the story and let others read it if they like.
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First Love by ivoryy (90k, completed)
You first saw him in the multi-purpose room. Later learn his name, and on your third year, as he becomes your neighbor, you discover his lifestyle. Knowing your crush on him was nothing but that, you wanted to find the courage to look for love. Asking your friend for help, you’re pointed in the direction of the expert. Your neighbor, Min Yoongi
yoongi is the most acts of service man to ever live, but he's subtle about it. he doesn't like to make a big show, he's not trying to get praise for his selfless acts. he prefers to be helpful unnoticed.
it's not like you're a lazy person, some tasks just seem daunting or get pushed back in place of more urgent things, and yoongi takes note of everything.
any chores you've been procrastinating get magically completed just before you muster the energy to attempt them. whenever you get up from your desk, having been working for a while, just to come back to a plate with snacks, a bottle of water and a little note reminding you to look after yourself in that oh so familiar handwriting.
he moves so quietly it almost feels like you have a helpful ghost in the house. you always find him exactly where you left him, in his home studio working on whatever project has been calling to him recently. when he notices you come in he gives you a quick soft smile before turning back to his work, looking like he hasn't moved for hours.
you would've thought it was some supernatural occurrence had you not finally caught him in the act. most tasks he can do quickly, lifting your burdens before you even have chance to notice. this time though, it was something he was unfamiliar with.
you'd mentioned in passing once how you desperately needed to wash your make-up brushes but its just one of those jobs that isn't important enough to take priority in your seemingly endless list of tasks. time passes, they remain unwashed at your dresser, and yoongi notices. he remembers what you said, a new opportunity to show his love for you has arisen.
you're confused when you arrive home to find him at the table, frowning at his phone screen with a variety of supplies around him. it takes a moment for you to realise your makeup brushes are neatly aligned on a towel in front of him, a bowl of soapy water next to them. you finally notice the what he's watching on his phone, the sound of instructions from a youtube beauty guru explaining how to safely clean make up supplies.
he does everything in his power to make your life easier, lifting even the smallest of burdens that you hadn't even realised were bothering you. you never understood what it must be like to be loved so thoughtfully, so carefully, until you felt what it was like to be loved by min yoongi.
I wish that I could tell you that it's over. I wish that I could walk away from pain. My life is like a broken roller coaster. But maybe I'm the only one to blame
Because 2026 min yoongi has me in a choke hold. My 2024 fic needs to see the sun.
Stream arirang pls
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Min Yoongi has been divorced for about three years now.
He's pretty sure he is. Given that his girlfriend, if you can call her that, of 3 weeks is standing before him trying on a new piece of clothing she wanted him to buy.
He knows she's just in it for the attention, money and his looks, they met through a friend and she's 8 years younger than he is. She treats him like a bank.
But she's a good fuck so he'll take it.
Yoongi yawns as he waits for Songhwa to come out of the curtains. God, he's in his 30s but why does he feel like he's 60.
His mind wanders, he didn't know what urged him to step out of the dressing room and wander into the aisles of the department store.
But the moment he bumps into someone making their tiny basket spill onto the floor, his heart skips a beat.
"I'm so sorry." Yoongi says as he starts picking stuff off the ground.
"You still have no spacial awareness?" That voice made chills run down his spine. He slowly looks up. "Hi." You give a small wave.
You're wearing a mini skirt and a pretty off shoulder white blouse. Now, why would you do that to poor Min Yoongi's heart?
"Hey…" Yoongi breathes out. You still leave him breathless after all these years. "When did you get back?"
"Yesterday. I needed to do a few stuff then I'll be back in Hawaii." Your palms started to sweat given how you're rubbing your palms over your knitted top. "How's the firm? Have you made it into your corner office yet?"
"I have. For a year now" You nod your head as your eyes lock into his. Yoongi was about to ask you about your job but a high pitched voice called his name and hands wrapped around his torso.
Making you both freeze. Shit. He completely forgot about her.
"Yoongii. Why'd you leave me?" She whines, Yoongi can see your eyebrow twitch. "And you are?" She sneered even Yoongi had to force her arms off him by the tone of her voice.
You knew he hated these type of women yet he's dating one.
"I'm a friend." You offer your hand and she just stares at it.
"Why were you talking you my man?" Feisty. Not at all what you expected Yoongi to date. You retract your hand and just give her a tight smile.
How he missed watching your face.
"Oh we were just catching up, we're... old friends. I was just about go too." You forced a smile. "See you around, Yoongi." The sound of his name from your mouth was perfect.
"Yooongiiiii." Songhwa whines again. "I don't like it when other women talk to youuuu." Yoongi continues to watch you until he lost you in the crowd.
"Songhwa, we need to talk."
Yoongi wished he would run into you again. But he was too swamped at work. You guys had common friends, why hasn't anyone organized a get together?
Why did Yoongi want to see more of you? Its been three years. He shouldn't miss you as much anymore.
"Hey Mr. Big shit." Hoseok knocks on his door.
"What?" Yoongi looks up from the case he was reading.
"So I'm having a party tonight. Its my birthday." He takes a seat on one of the leather couches.
"Happy birthday." Yoongi greets plainly and goes back to reading.
"You should come to the party." Hoseok has a grin on his face. "She's going to be there." He finally spits.
Yoongi stops his reading and looks up. Hoseok was watching him react to the news and figured exactly who he’s talking about.
"In fact she was here, just a few minutes ago." Yoongi stands up and was about to step out. "But she already left, something about meeting up with someone." Yoongi stops.
Of course. If he moved on, you probably have too. He clears his throat and sits back down. But, you could've at least dropped by to say 'Hi' if you had an appointment with Hoseok.
Meanwhile, Hoseok was enjoying Yoongi's slight panic over your presence.
"She's looking very very verryyy pretty Hyung. You should've seen her." Hoseok teased. "She brought me cake, at least someone remembered.” Hoseok rolls his eyes at his so-called best friend.
"I have. We saw each other the other day." He tries to hold back the smile. "By the way, I broke up with Songhwa."
"I figured. She told me she met her. I did receive a text from Songhwa yesterday saying you're an asshole." Hoseok wasn't bothered that his friend broke up with an acquaintance of his. It wasn't meant to last long. Hoseok was just helping Yoongi get some.
"So you're coming tonight, right? Its last minute but since she’s is back, it wouldn't hurt to celebrate my birthday." Yoongi accepts the invitation. Hoseok stands to exit the room. "I'll text you the details."
Hoseok, being the rich chaebol he is, has rented out a penthouse for his party. Said he didn't want to clean up the mess at his own place.
As always, Yoongi arrives early. Dressed in white snug tee, black cargo jeans, a jacket and his cap since his hair got long.
Hoseok opens the door and grins widely. He hears a sweet laugh coming from inside.
"Guess who's early too." Hoseok opens the door wider for Yoongi to come in.
You were seated on the couch, your back facing Yoongi, giggling with... Seokjin. Yoongi's eyes turn to slits.
Seokjin is also from their firm, he's the one he had to fight to get his promotion. They always butted heads at court, he would charm his way to the jury and Yoongi would have to persuade them with facts.
He didn't like how you threw your headback laughing as Seokjin cracks one of his awful dad jokes again.
When they approach you turn around with a smile, your cheeks a little flushed from laughing too hard. Damn. You're so pretty.
"Hey!" You stand up and speedwalk around the couch to hug him. He hesitated for split second before he wrapped his arms around you, his nose nestling on your neck.
You swayed for a second, you both pulled away but stayed in each others arms, your eyes shining brightly. He misses you, that's for sure.
"I'm so sorry I couldn't drop by earlier. I had an urgent appointment." You kept your arm around his torso and his on your waist.
Yoongi doesn't miss the look Seokjin was giving him, he couldn't help but smirk as he acknowledges him.
You slowly walk around the couch to sit back next to Seokjin, now both men on either side. Yoongi keeps his arms on the back of the couch behind you.
You reach over to pour some scotch neat into a glass and hand it to Yoongi as you pick up on the conversation you were having with Seokjin who was burning holes at the glass you just made.
"Wait, so you how do you two know each other?" You lean back almost into Yoongi.
Clearly, speaking to Seokjin drained your social battery.
"Oh... Well, he's my... ex." You take a sip of your wine.
"Ex? What did Min Yoongi do to lose a woman like you?" Seokjin was grinning. He likes making Yoongi uncomfortable.
Before you could answer the door rings and Hoseok was fast enough to open the door.
"The fun has arrived!" Jungkook, Tae, and Namjoon file through the door. "We brought booze!" Jungkook jumps.
You stand up again to hug each of them, but none like the way you had just hugged Yoongi. Their eyes dart between you and Yoongi.
"Stop being weird." You smack Tae's chest.
"I'm not. Its just, well the last time we saw you two in the same room was at—" Your shared home, you were moving your shit out while Yoongi helped loading up the car.
"Who wants tequila?" Jungkook interjects scared that it might be too soon to bring that up.
The small group cheers but as time passed more and more people arrived, some from their firm, some from Hoseok's college, others they don't know. But you stick next to Yoongi even as you converse with other people.
He doesn't know if you're doing it on purpose but you refill his glass whenever you notice it was empty. And he handed you some of the food that you liked and you gladly accepted it without missing a beat.
When you stepped away to take a call, that's whan Taehyung hounds him.
"How are you?" Tae smiles genuinely. "You guys seem pretty comfortable with each other."
"It was a long time ago. I think we've entered the platonic stage in our relationship." Yoongi casually sips on his drink. "Besides, we ended on a good note."
"Yeah but does she know you drank yourself to sleep for a year?" Yoongi glares at Taehyung.
"Yoongi!" Songhwa grabs his attention, sitting on your spot. She seems a bit drunk. Of course she's here.
"Songhwa." Yoongi sits up straight, he pulls his arm off the back of the couch.
"What, you thought you could get rid of me that easy?" She leans forward shoving her face in Yoongi's personal space.
"Songhwa, I—" Before he could finish his sentence she already locked her lips with his.
Yoongi pulls back to see you standing over them. Your eyes darting between them then at Taehyung. You force a smile.
"Excuse me." You reach in between them to grab your purse.
"Wait…" Yoongi says but you just smile so weirdly then headed to the Kitchen where Hoseok was standing with Namjoon.
He should chase after you, but Taehyung noticed his hesitation.
"What? Its not like you have to explain to her anymore." And he gets up to leave. Taehyung was right, you're not together.
Songhwa starts talking but Yoongi ignores her, his eyes trained on you as you pour yourself more alcohol and laugh with the two other men.
When Namjoon excuses himself, Seokjin takes his spot. Not missing the way you distance yourself from his touch. You didn't do that when he was the once who tapped your shoulder earlier.
Songhwa was a yapper. She doesn't even notice that Yoongi wasn't paying attention to anything she said. His friends left him and her on the couch while they gathered around the kitchen island with you.
You look beautiful. You lost weight but you look healthy, your hair has highlights now, the new cut suits you. It made you look much younger. You've changed your makeup style as well, as much as he loved your red lips, he thinks a little pink made you look happier.
Oh, you finally got your piercings, he counted 4 new piercings weaved together by one earring. Jungkook praised you for it. Suddenly arms wrapped around you, you turn to see Jimin finally arriving. You and Jimin were the closest after him.
Yoongi has no right to miss you. He asked for the divorce because he knew you wanted it. When he handed you the papers you just signed and left, no questions, no tears. The next time you saw each other was in the court room finalizing your divorce with that old judge who took so long to discuss the matters at hand Yoongi almost changed his mind.
After that, you simply nodded and left. Yoongi went home to drink himself to sleep, the house you once shared was sold within the week, your car was now with Jimin, your belongings were packed and shipped to Hawaii. It happened so fast, Yoongi wondered if you had planned it beforehand.
You didn't have social media, he had no way of knowing if you were okay except through his friends. Eventually, they just stopped talking about you. Jimin refused to talk about you, something about wanting Yoongi to move on. It took him a year to stop looking for you, another year he threw into work, and the past year, he did try to move on. He went on dates, nobody really stuck because they simply weren't you.
Songhwa was just persistent that's why she's still yapping his ear of. He should be there, next to you, his arm should be around your waist as he whispers in your ear on how sexy you looked tonight.
"Yoongi, do you wanna tour the place?" That was code for sex as Songhwa finally blocks his line of sight.
Before he could say anything, she's already up and dragging him along towards one of the rooms.
You watched him get dragged. You watched until they disappeared down the hall.
"So, how long has Yoongi been dating?" You finally ask the group but everyone shuts up about it.
"I think he's been seeing her for a couple of weeks now." Seokjin answers for the group, he doesn't know what you two went through. "How long did you two date?"
Without missing a beat. "12 years." Seokjin chokes on his drink.
"Holy shit." He coughs out.
"We were married for 3." You plainly say and you empty the wine you had and reached for the vodka.
"Oh no." Namjoon gave Jimin a worried look.
Vodka was your bestfriend when Yoongi divorced you. You were often passed out in Jimin's apartment for the most of your final month before moving to Hawaii.
You don't even know why you chose to move to Hawaii but you eventually found a job on the finance team of a huge hotel chain. It was peaceful living there, but it was lonely.
You often facetimed your friends but even as time passed, it died down. You focused so much on work that you barely had time to think about anything else. You tried to date, you had sex but it wasn't it. There was nothing there other than the need to get off.
Clearly Yoongi moved on better than you did. You never imagined that he'd be with a screetching yapper.
Down the hall, Yoongi was trying his best to makeout with Songhwa. But why does he feel like he's cheating on you? There's a feeling in his chest. He shouldn't be feeling anything other than horny right now. But his mind keep reeling back to you.
"Okay, what is wrong with you?" Songhwa finally pulls away, annoyed at how Yoongi is giving the bare minimum.
"I'm sorry." He won't admit that he's thinking about you. "I'm not in the mood tonight, Songhwa. You're drunk, we just broke up, let's not."
Her face contorts into something he can't read. Suddenly she's off him gathering her jacket and walking out the door.
She walks back down the hall, says goodbye to Hoseok then leaves. You were surprised just as everyone was.
Nobody says a thing as Yoongi joins the party in the kitchen. There was an awkward silence in the air, you were staring at the 3/4th bottle of Vodka.
Fuck it.
You fill a shot glass and hand it to Yoongi. He's staring at you. "Come on, its a party! Let's do some shots." You hated awkward moments.
Yoongi grabs the shotglass and throws it back. The entire party cheers as each one does shots, regular shots become body shots, the vodka turns to tequila. It happened so fast everyone was drunk. You were walking around pouring tequila down peoples' throats, and Yoongi just watched you from his spot on the couch.
"She came back with that american party vibe." Jimin casually says. "Shit. I don't know how I'm gonna get her home. I'm drunk too."
Yoongi turns his head to Jimin. "She's staying with you?"
He waves his hand lazily. "No. She stays at that hotel down our street." Jimin is so close to passing out. Yoongi frowns, this is the hotel down his street.
You stand infront of them with a huge grin on your face, you were flushed from all the pouring and walking.
"Park Jimin, you better not fall asleep!" You shout but still, the man started to doze off. You shook his shoulder. "Fuck. How am I gonna take him home?"
"I'll help you." Yoongi instantly responds. "We'll take a cab though, I can't carry him down the street."
You just nod and walk away again, taking a seat across him. You've avoided sitting next to him since Songhwa.
You're talking to Tae and Jungkook about work, and that they should come to Hawaii.
"How does it feel to be around your ex wife?" Namjoon takes a seat next to Yoongi.
"Honestly?" Yoongi turns to him. "It makes me feel fuzzy."
"Probably from the vodka." Namjoon teases. "Seriously. Three years of zero contact and yet, you're both talking to each other and whatnot. Before she left she could barely stay sober." Yoongi frowns.
"Stay sober?" He clarifies.
"Didn't Jimin tell you? She kept passing out at his place for the most of the month before she left." Oh. Yoongi looked at you again. "I never really understood why you guys divorced." Namjoon shrugs and sips his beer.
You divorced because after 12 years together, nothing seems to be going right. You quit your job, Yoongi was struggling at his firm. You kept talking about writing your book but you never did, and then when you had thought you were finally starting a family, you got depressed every time the test came negative.
Its not like you didn't try hard enough. But since you got married you didn't fuck as much as you thought married couples do. He was busy being the big lawyer and you were struggling to find a career.
Nothing aligned. So you both signed the paper and moved onto the next.
Slowly the party dies down until it was just Yoongi, a passed out Jimin, Hoseok who was just about to leave, and you.
"Hey, go talk to her." Hoseok gestures at the balcony where you stood, facing out into the open air.
Yoongi finished the rest of his watered down drink and moved fast to get to you. Before he stepped out he fixes his hair, jacket, and checked his breath. It reeks of tequila.
You turn to check who joins you on the balcony, a warm smile makes it to your face as you face your ex husband.
"Hey. You're still here." Your voice is barley above as whisper.
The wind blows and you visibly shiver. Yoongi shrugs off his jacket and puts it on your shoulders.
"Thanks." You pull the jacket tighter. It smells like Yoongi. "So... Songhwa?"
Yoongi chuckles. "Yeah, I never thought too." Rests his elbows on the banister next to you. "She was a blindate gone okay. She's gone now though."
"And why did she leave so early?" You both stare into the open city.
"Because I wouldn't fuck her." There's no point in sugar coating things. This is you, you can read Yoongi like a fucking brochure.
You giggle. "Bet that got her pissed." You had your eyes closed as you felt the wind on your face. "I missed being home."
"How's Hawaii treating you?" Yoongi scoots closer.
"You'll love it there. The beach is just a 10 minute walk from my house, I got a view of the mountains too." You open your eyes to look at him. "You should come some time. The hotel I work at is great, you can take Songhwa."
The last part of your sentence sounded sarcastic making him chuckle.
"You hate her."
"I do."
You two burst out laughing. "Why are we even laughing. You shouldn't talk about your girlfiend like that." You bumped shoulders. But you didn't pull away.
"She's barely a girlfriend." Yoongi admits.
"So just a good fuck then?" You tease. "She must be good for you to be lasting this long." Your words carried something, jealousy?
"Are you jealous?" Yoongi chuckles.
"Sad to say, I am." Yoongi freezes. "But I'm not here to get you back. Just on some business." You turn to him only to see the look on his face. "Oh don't give me that look, I can be jealous. I was your wife."
The words Was and Wife used in the same sentence burned through Yoongi more than anything.
"Well, you seemed pretty comfortable with Seokjin too." Yoongi quips but you just snort.
"His dad jokes were funny." You take a deep inhale. “But I don’t plan on fucking him.” You both chuckle and settled for a comfortable silence.
"So... What made you come back?" Yoongi turns his whole body to face you now. "Work?"
"Sort of." You turn your body to face him too. "I'm here to fix my name."
"Your name?"
"I left so fast three years ago, never got to have my name changed." Somehow that made Yoongi's heart skip a beat. "So, up to this day, I'm still Mrs. Min." Now his heart is beating so fast. "The embassy won't process my papers so I had to come home to fix it."
"Do you need any legal help?" You laugh at his offer.
"I already asked Hoseok. It would be morbid to make you take Min off my name." Your smile disappears as you say the last part of your sentence. "But I may need help tomorrow, I'm going to the court to get a copy of the divorce. Unless you had one?"
"I don't. I didn't want to." He admits, you just nod, it made sense. "I can take you tomorrow."
"If its not too much." You smile.
"Its the least I could do." He nods.
"Thanks. We should head inside, its getting late." He follows you inside the house to a snoring Jimin.
"I think we can just move him to one of the rooms. I'll just wake him up tomorrow. You can stay here too if you'd like." You try to poke Jimin.
"Are you staying here?"
"My room is two floors down. I don't like penthouses. Too much space for one person." You shrug. Yoongi hauls Jimin over his shoulders.
You open one room to find Jungkook cuddling with someone. You immediately shut it, your face was red, Yoongi tries not to burst out laughing.
You open the door across and thank god it was empty. At least Jimin won't be alone here.
You make your way outside, you grab your purse from the counter, Yoongi is right behind you following your steps. You exit the penthouse, you press the button that leads to two floors down.
"Let me walk you to your room." Yoongi says and you nod, it was a short elevator ride.
You walk the long hallway, you stop in front of a door.
"This is me." You turn to face him.
The hall ways suddenly feel small.
Should you?
You should.
"I'll come pick you up tomorrow. 9o'clock?" Hands were twitching to touch you.
"9 o'clock." You repeat softly and pull out the key card.
You open your arms to hug him and he hugs back. You take a deep inhale of his cologne. You pull apart but not fully, you look up at him through your lashes.
And like many many times before, Yoongi bends down to capture your lips in his. These was fervor in his kiss, his hand travelled from your back to your neck. Slowly pushing you forward, you reach behind you to swipe the keycard over the door handle and he pushes you through it.
Once inside you both kick off your shoes, he shrugs off his jacket and cap. Your fingers run through his hair making him groan. The bed was at the center of the room.
"Yoongi." You moan as his lips started to travel down your neck. "Baby." The petname gave Yoongi life.
His hands frantically rid you of your shirt and your skirt, your fingers rake his skin as you pull off his shirt. You get on the bed and he follows on top of you. He expertly unhooks your bra.
"Please." You beg, you know he loves it when you beg. "Please Yoongi, baby, I need you." He's about to explode.
You undo his pants and push it down with your feet. He kicks it away moving you both higher on the bed.
"Wait wait wait." You try wriggle from underneath him. He sits up with worry on his face.
"You're right. I'm sorry. I shouldn't—"
"No! You should. I mean, its just..." You dig from beneath you, your charger was digging into your lower back. Yoongi grins as you toss it to the side.
His lips back on your chest, his fingers running along the line of your underwear, the pretty pink laceVictoria's secret underwear rips you gasp.
"Oops." Yoongi's apology wasn't even sincere.
"Make it up to me." You smirk, he's gladly make it up to you.
This was your way of apologizing to one another for 12 years.
He lowers himself until he was in line with your pulsing pussy. Glistening with your juices, waiting to be tasted. He does a few licks around it, not really getting to the point.
"Please, baby." Your voice a pitch higher. "I fucking missed that tongue. Give it to me, please. I want it so bad—" Your pleas were cutoff with his mouth finally on you.
That fucking ungodly tongue working his wonders it wasn't long untill you were cumming and screaming.
"Fuck!" You looked down and he had a stupid grin. "Don't judge me, I haven't... I haven't had good head since… you." Somehow that gives him a sense of pride.
You pull him up by his hair to kiss him again, this time flipping you both over. You take your time kissing down towards his cock. His missed looking down at you like this.
When you finally reach him, you take off his boxer briefs and relieve him by rubbing his cock. You drool at the sight, fuck.
"Come on. Remind me what that mouth can do." Yoongi pets your hair. You waste no time taking him in your mouth.
Just when he thought you'd bob your head back up, you show him what you learned abroad. You swallow him until your lips were on his base, he groans and moans as you continue to swallow.
"Fuck fuck fuck." He weaves his fingers through your hair. You continue bobbing up and down all the way making it impossible for Yoongi to hold it in. “Baby. I don't want to cum yet." He forces out as he holds your head by the hair, you smirk as you pop your mouth off him.
He pulls you up by your hair making you fall on his chest.
"I don't event want to fucking know how you learned that. But fuck, I want that every fucking day." He kisses you again.
You climb on top of him, your cunt hovering over his cock. The tip starting to breach your entrance.
Yoongi used condoms with Songhwa but with you, no point in using protection. He's been fucking you raw for the most of 12 years. You've never fucked anyone raw since Yoongi.
He slides in so easily with how wet you've become from fucking him with your throat.
"Fucking hell. Baby, so fucking good." You moan out as he bottoms out.
You look glorious above him. You bend over, your tits righ on his face as he captures one of them with his mouth and squeezes the other, you brace yourself on the headboard and start moving your hips. He throws his head back in ecstacy.
As much as he loved you on top, he wants more. He flips you both over again, your legs thrown over his shoulders as he fucked you open. Your head was empty as you look at Yoongi's face contort into a blissful smirk.
He drops your legs and flips you onto your hands and knees. He bends over you as he pushes in again.
"This pussy is mine, always have been and always will be mine. Mine to taste, mine to fuck, mine to fill." His filthy words making you fuck into him, you moan and ask for more. He his hand roams your body whispering how he owns evevry inch of you.
God, you missed being his. Yoongi was possessive, teritorial, he was obsessed with you. He has no idea why you divorced. Why did you have to agree to everything he says?
"Baby — I can't." You sob into the pillow. "So fucking good. I'm close." Your voice a pitch higher.
He feels you clench around him, he's close too. He pulls you up by the hair so he could whisper more filth in your ear and rub your clit.
With a cry of his name you cum all over his cock, you felt him pump a couple more times before he stills and fills you with his cum.
You sag against his chest. You're both breathing heavily, he falls to the side spooning you. His cock still stuffed in your pussy.
You wish he won't have post nut clarity. You wish you would just stay like this forever. You wish you were back with him.
The thought of him being away from you again brings tears in your eyes, your breathing becomes ragged. You feel him peek over and he hugs you tightly.
His face planted on your shoulder, you can feel it starting to get wet. He's crying too.
All he wanted was you. For fucks sake he married you. You both fucked that up. Miscommunication lead to no communication and you both just assumed that's what you both wanted.
That was Yoongi's biggest mistake. He looked for you for a year but you refused to be found. All while you thought it was best for him not to find you since he served the papers.
"I love you. I still do." He finally breaks your silent crying. "This is not some heated moment. I always want you."
His now soft cock slides out of you as you turn to face him. You wipe away his tears and he wipes yours.
"I looked for you, I wanted to take it back." He admits. "Nothing is the same. But when I saw you the other day, its as if the world was vibrant again. It was as if I could breathe clean air."
"You're such a sappy poet." You giggle but you couldn't hold back the tears. "I was scared that I would disappoint you over and over again. I hated being a burden."
"I thought you were pulling away because you didn't want me anymore." His eyes searched yours, he's a decent lawyer, he can tell if someone is lying. But you would never lie to him.
"You wanted a family, you aimed for a great career, you wanted a successful wife." You voice breaks as you speak.
"I wanted you, a family with you, a great career with you. fuck. baby, you are a successful wife." He kisses you. "Fuck. We were idiots."
"We were." You giggle. "But do you still want this?" Your eyes now fill with worry.
"This is what I want. The only thing I want. Do you?" It was his turn to worry.
"I do." Yoongi got flashbacks of the day you exchanged vows.
He pulls you closer, his arms wrapped around you tightly as if he was afraid you'd disappear.
You took a shower together and slept in the same bed. Sure, you fucked some more through the night, and it was more than you wished for when you decided to come home.
Your phone alarms at 7am the next morning, making Yoongi groan and reach over to kill it before he realized the song that was playing.
"Five more minutes." You groan into his chest.
"Was that my song?" Your eyes shoot open as the beats of Tony Montana continues to play.
Yoongi always made music as a hobby when you were younger, it just died out when law school got hard. But he was able to upload a couple of songs on his sound cloud.
"Its a really really good song." You defend and he just leans down to kiss you before he actually puts your alarm off.
"Did I tell you I love you?" He smirks.
"Over and over baby. I love you." You squish his cheeks. "Come on, this hotel serves a killer breakfast buffet."
As you change in to a simple dress, you notice Yoongi sniffing his shirt. You chuckle and he frowns.
You reach into your luggage to pull out a FOG shirt and hand it to him, his eyes widen.
"I thought I lost this shirt. You kept it this whole time?" He fake gasps. "You thief, you should pay with your mouth on my cock." He cages you against the wall.
"As much as I'd like to swallow you, I'm starving and I don't wanna bite your dick off." You're loving the playful banter, its as if the 3 years of separation was nothing.
You go hand in hand towards the elevator, theres a skip in your step. You can't keep your hands off each other in the elevator. His marks peeking over the edge of your dress.
You reach the floor for the restaurant. Yoongi’s arm was around your waist as you walk next to each other, you were greeted warmly by the attendant. You grabbed a bit of everything and you watch Yoongi fill his plate with bacon, beans, and eggs.
You sit on a round table, he takes the seat next to you.
He leans in for a kiss.
"Holy shit, what the fuck." You both freeze and look up after hearing Hoseok.
Hoseok, Jungkook, and Jimin. Standing in front of you. Hoseok looked like he just came from a run and the two looked like last night.
"I can't cope with this. Do not move untill we get our breakfast." Jimin frowns, he clearly has a hangover.
You both are in shock even as they leave you to get their breakfast. As quick as they left, they're back seated across you two.
Hoseok had shit-eating grin, Jungkook looked confused, and Jimin looked pissed.
"What's happening?" Jimin gestures between you two.
"Last night happened." You answer confidently not at all embarrassed that you got back with your ex husband after one night together.
"Sweetie, weren't you here to get Min off your name and now you're telling me Min was on you last night?" Jimin has his eyes screwed shut, he takes a sip of his coffee before sighing.
"We talked about it." Yoongi holds your hand on the table. "We were idiots." He simply states.
"So what, you're back together now?" Jungkook digs into his buddha bowl.
"Are we?" Yoongi whispers and you slowly nod, his gummy smile. "Yes, we are."
"It hasn't been a week since you arrived." Jimin was slowly easing up. "You're already back with the man who broke your heart. Yoongi, you're my friend too but pull yourself together." He sighs and a beat of silence fell over the table. "You know what? You're both full grown adults in your 30s. Whatever you two decide, I'm happy for you." He stands up to engulf you two in a hug but whispers threats in Yoongi’s ears.
"Did your hangover disappear?" You ask as he kisses the top of your head.
"Sort of. I'm starving." He goes back to his seat and digs in.
"Why are you here, didn't you leave last night?" Yoongi turns to Hoseok who was casually enjoying his meal.
"Came back for the free breakfast." Spoken as if he wasn't a chaebol.
You enjoy the rest of the breakfast with your friends, in an hour you're back up stairs showering together as you ready for today's errand.
You drop by Yoongi's place before heading to the court to grab a copy of your divorce.
"Are you still removing Min from your name?" Yoongi asks as he drives.
"I don't want to anymore. I never wanted to but legally, I am not Mrs. Min." His heart breaks at your response but it heals right back up as you massage your thumb over the hand that was intertwined with yours.
Yoongi changes into something more formal, he is a lawyer after all and he knows people at the court.
"Hi. For Min. I requested for a document and its scheduled for pick it up today." You speak to the clerk.
"Oh. I remember, but let me just check. I think there was a problem which is why we asked you to come here personally." The clerk guided you into the office. "What brings you here Mr. Min? Wait…" She connects the dots by looking the file she holds. "How dare you divorce this woman." She scolds and invites him into the office as well.
Another woman in black robes came in a minute later.
"Hello, Miss—oh, Mr. Min, didn’t expect you here today. I'm Judge Cha." She nods at him. "Honestly, I've never met a couple pick up their divorce papers together before.” She gives a warm smile.
You both chuckle. She takes a seat and sifts through the papers.
"Ah. Right. Its good Mr. Min is here too." You looked confused. "You see, Judge Lee... Expired... Before she could finish her workload." You both sit at on the edge of your seats.
"Meaning?" You push forward.
"Meaning she didn't get to sign your divorce and you don't have a decree of divorce." She states slowly and clearly.
"Pardon?" You heard her clearly but you just wanted to make sure.
"She never signed your papers, so legally, to this day, you two are still married." She shuts the folder. "Now, we can proceed with this divorc—"
"I would like to withdraw my petition." Yoongi speaks a little too quickly for the judge to cope. "I would like to formally withdraw my petition for divorce." He repeats slowly
"Oh. Do you consent?" She looks at you but you had your eyes on Yoongi, tears brimming your lash line.
"Yes, I consent." You turn back to face her. She has a warm smile on their face.
"Well then, Mr. Min I expect you know the process for withdrawing. If that's all for today then we shall ajourn this meeting. Have a nice day." She stands up and walks you towards the doors.
As soon as the door shuts you're both standing engulfing each other in a long warm hug. Tears free flowing down your face.
You head straight for Yoongi's apartment after the courthouse, he said something about cooking dinner but you're filled with excitement that you barely hear him.
You watch him cook like the frustrated chef he is, this man could do a silent cooking show and you'd watch it everyday.
The steak was served, he had some buttered vegetables on the side, some red wine and even lit a candle. Whatever they say, romance is not dead.
Yoongi disappeared for a moment before dinner. He was walking slowly, and he looked like he was sweating a lot.
"Are you okay?" He stops before you, okay he's definitely sweating a lot. You reach up to see if he has a fever but he seems okay.
“Baby, I'm sorry for being an idiot, but the last three years have been empty without you. I know its too soon but..." He bends on one knee. You put your hand over your mouth. He opens the ring box with your engagement ring and wedding ring. "Will you be my wife, again?" You nod and jumped to hug him.
His shaky hand slips on your rings. He pulls his ring out of his pocket and hands it to you, you slip it back on his finger too.
The world felt better, you felt better. No, you feel on top of the world. You shriek and jump on him again for a kiss.
The next day, you check out of the hotel and haul your stuff into Yoongi's apartment. You talked about what you're going to do next.
Thankfully, your company's sister hotel has an opening, the same job you had in Hawaii.
"Baby, will you be able to take some time off work?" You ask Yoongi as you sit in his office, going over some paperwork for your transfer.
"I haven't taken a leave in a year, so I think I can. Hoseok can cover for me." He works on one of his cases too.
"I need to go back to get my stuff. And turnover my work." He nods.
Its been a week since you were told your marriage was still valid. You've been working remotely from his apartment and some days, his office.
"Knock knock. Heyy cutie." The familiar high pitched voice comes through the office. "Oh... What are you doing here?"
"Songhwa, what are you doing here?" Yoongi just looked tired of her.
"You weren't picking up my calls or answering my texts. You keep telling me we broke up but I don't accept." You snort from your spot across the room. "Is something funny?" You raise your hands in surrender.
"Since you're here, let me formally introduce you to my wife." He gets up to cross the room towards you. "Babe, this is Songhwa, a friend of Hoseok’s"
Songhwa chuckles bitterly until she notices the rings on your hands and that Yoongi was dead serious.
"When the fuck did you get married?" She snarls but doesn’t wait for a response before she shrieks. "You're such an asshole!" She shrieks agan and storms away before Yoongi could explain.
Hoseok comes in just as she leaves.
"What was that about?" He steps in to see you two giggling like teens. "I could hear her from down the hall."
"Hoseok, Hi. Its good you're here, I need a lawyer." Yoongi gestures for him to sit across the table from him.
"What is this about?" Yoongi grins at Hoseok who had a million thoughts run through his mind.
"The judge never got to sign our divorce." You blurt and you grin as wide as Yoongi.
Hoseok gasps. "That means you're not divorced!" You both raise your left hands to show that the rings are back. He gasps again. "What do I say? Congratulations? Again? So that's why Songhwa was pissed."
"Well, anyway, my wife has to go back to Hawaii in... 2 weeks?" You nod and blush as he addresses you as his wife. “And I'm coming with, I don't have much but could cover for me?"
"Okay. Of course, how long will you be gone?" Hoseok smiles.
"A month." His smile fades.
"Bitch. That's a long time, I have cases too." He scoffs.
"Then I'll give some to Hyunjin, no biggie." Yoongi sounds like he's got it all planned.
You arrive in Honolulu, you haven't been feeling well the past couple of days but you had to power through it.
"Does your head still hurt?" Yoongi asks, worry fills his face as you finish another bottle of water.
"A bit. We're almost there though." You watch the familiar roads that weave through the island. "I'm gonna miss this place."
"We can always come back." Yoongi assures and that makes you smile but not enough to rid you of the goddamn headache.
Your apartment was big enough for one person, it looked like a college dorm room except it was cute and artsy. Your hobby box sitting in the corner, Yoongi chuckled at the unfinished quilt inside.
"Take a nap babe. I'll order in some food." You agree with Yoongi, feeling bummed out that you had to be sick when all you wanted was yo explore the island with him.
The smell of Kalua Pig fills your nostrils, at first you felt the hunger but then something else was bubbling up inside you.
You speed walk past the small kitchen/dining area and into the bathroom, not even bothering to answer Yoongi as he called your name or even closing the door.
You empty your stomach into the toilet bowl, Yoongi holding your hair away from your face and rubbing your back. When you were done, he already had a glass of water with him.
You drink the water, swish some mouthwash and took a deep breath. That definitely made your headache go away.
"You should rest your stomach before you eat babe." Yoongi looked very concerned.
You follow his advice, as always. You ate just enough before you wretched it out again.
"I think I have a stomach bug." The last time this happened, you ate too much Poke.
"Well you did say the meal on the plane tasted funny." Yoongi cradles you on the couch as you both watch a late night show.
You rest for the night, tired from the trip. The next morning, you're up early. Way early. You counted the days since you arrived, the days you had sex.
Its been approximately three weeks since you started having sex, you've missed your period for a week now. You quietly rummage through your small medicine cabinet for the tests you keep, not that you needed them before.
With the amount of water you drank before bed you wouldn't be surprised how much pee you had.
You stood there, waiting for the results on the two tests you opened.
But before you could see, your stomach couldn't handle another minute so you throw up once again. Shit, it would be impossible for Yoongi not to hear you.
Like you expected you hear his hurried footsteps and you feel his warm hand on your back again.
"Its okay, let it out." Once you're done, you brushed your teeth making sure to cover the tests that were brewing in the corner of the sink.
You didn't want to get Yoongi's hopes up again. He was nodding off by the door frame.
Once you've finished brushing the bitter taste away you took a deep breath and flipped the two tests over.
Two red lines on each test. You put a hand over your mouth and start sobbing, Yoongi's eyes snap open at the sound of your cries.
"Hey, what's wrong?" You turn to face him to hand him the tests. "Is it...?" You nod and he hugs you tightly.
You cry in each others arms. The sun had barely risen but you two feel much more alive. Finally.
Maybe the 3 years apart was necessary, you'd been together for 12 years. You needed the space but it was too much space, you broke your vows but then mended it back together.
You were both tired and frustrated at one point but now you realize you just needed to sit and talk, since you got back together you were more vocal. You both built a new foundation in your relationship, you felt young again whenever you were with him.
No more grumpy mornings. When you fought, you promised not to got to sleep unless it was resolved and that lead to a lot of sex, but at least you weren't fighting anymore.
"Baby, can you please get in bed? You can finish your book in the morning." Yoongi groans. "Its not good for the baby if you stay up late."
"I know, just let me finish this part. Five more minutes."
You need time and space for yourself, but don't forget the people around who needs you too.
