Bonded
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Fluff(lots of them), Single Dad! AU, College! AU, Introvert! Yoongi, Tutor! Y/n
Word Count:3.4k
Synopsis: Yoongi found a basket left in front of his dorm room one day, and turns out it was his daughter, left alone crying. Puzzled and scared was an understatement. When his 4 semesters roommate Jimin left for his hometown, he was left with the last straw of help, turning to his physics tutor a.k.a friend-that-I-only-know-name-but-have-no-interest-in-knowing-more; you.
Series: Masterlist l Part 1 I Part 2
Part 3: What’s this warmth?
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It’s hard to believe but you found yourself intercept with Yoongi’s life more and more now. As soon as you realize how deep you got in this mess, you already spent your free time in Yoongi’s dorm, spending time teaching Inara shapes and colours rather than spend some good twenty minutes at your favourite coffee shop on the other side of the town. You don’t mind it, that’s what surprises you the most.
You don’t mind teaching Yoongi physics concepts and basics while his daughter cling onto your thigh, tugging your shirt so that you’ll pay her some attention. You don’t mind knowing that there’s a few pairs of your shirts and pants in Yoongi’s closet, you hardly bother! At one point it scares you how normal this feel like. You feel something shift in you when you look at Inara and Yoongi now, but you can’t figure out what. You blink back to reality when you feel like you had been spacing out for too long. You found yourself staring at the blinking cursor on your laptop, an unwritten essay in front of you.
You sigh and massage the spot on your forehead hoping to release some tension. You know this chemistry essay actually contributes a lot of points in your final results, but the pressure of finishing it in time gives you the thought of ditching some random things in it. A small tug on the hem of your shirt makes you look down, and suddenly, nothing matters anymore.
Inara looks up to you with her round shining eyes, a drool escaped the corner of her mouth. You chuckled as you reach out to tuck a stray strand of her baby hair from her face, which is sticky as it had mixed with her saliva. Her fingers are in her mouth, an early sign of hunger you noted. But she had been trying to eat her own hand for like 10 minutes now. Where is Yoongi?
You glance upward to the kitchen, finding the back view of Yoongi struggling. You sigh, resisting the urge to get up and lend a hand. You had helped him a lot already, it was time he learn to take care of Inara on his own. You just hope it went well. You glance down to Inara when she huff.
“I know, he’s taking forever right? Tell your father to hurry up.”
As then, Inara raised her voice, but it came out incoherent as ever. It’s good that she’s learning to talk but at times, bless your eardrums, or anyone within the 10 meter radius because this kid just loves to raise her voice.
“Ah Y/n, she’s upset!”
You heard Yoongi’s alarmed voice before your eyes catch his head peeked out from the kitchen.
“Oh shit sherlock, you figured all by yourself. How brilliant!”
“Y/n,”, he warned, “ not the time for your shit. Just…entertain her for a moment.”
When Yoongi disappeared again, Inara raised her voice higher, a frown etched on her tiny face.
‘Too late’, you thought. You know she’s gonna throw a fit soon, and distracting her now would only upset her. You saved your unfinished essay and close your laptop, you were thinking of writing at least two paragraphs today, so that you won’t be too far behind the due date. Guess you can throw that thought away now, there’s no way you could even make any progress with the crying kid by your side.
Inara crawl away to her toys, all while crying and leaving a saliva trail on the floor. You sigh, at least she’ll be occupied on her own. You pull down your spectacles and leave it on your laptop, finally decided that you just have to intervene with all this act of feeding one single kid. Yoongi soon came in running, bottle of milk in hand. You scoffed, he looks like he just came back from war, or maybe he did, in his own way?
You walk up to him, “let me feed her, a whining baby is a lot harder to fed.”
But once the bottle is in your hand, your eyes widen.
“What the- Yoongi! Are you out of your mind?!”
You yanked his hand toward you and turn the bottle in hand upside down, a few drops of it fall down onto Yoongi’s arm.
“Ouch ouch, that’s hot!”
“Even you admit it’s hot, how do you ever think she’s gonna take this? It’ll burn her throat, no scratch that the milk will melt her tongue before anything else.”
You hurried into the kitchen, filled a bowl with tap water and ice then continue to submerge the bottle in hop to turn the boiling hot milk to lukewarm before the crying in the living room gets louder. You’ve told Yoongi that you didn’t mind about the constant crying, but what you do mind is the knock on your door after it. The other residence had been complaining about it a few times now, you were afraid Yoongi will be kicked out sooner than later. Yoongi, with that calm as fuck face told you not to worry about them as he’ll handle it, and he sure keep his words when every time someone came knocking on the door, Yoongi said he’ll have a few ‘calm and peaceful talk’ with them. You’re secretly convinced that Yoongi beat the shit out of them, because well he once got a reputation for always getting into fights during freshman year, but once you confronted him when he’s about to throw a fist at a guy yanking your bag in the library, you swear you never heard any news whatsoever about another fight, not even gossip. You were scared you’ll be the next victim, but mostly proud you’re able to change something about someone. It feels good.
On the other hand, Yoongi eyed your figure with much adoration, he didn’t say it out loud but he really really really am grateful for everything that you had done. Who knows what’ll happen to his daughter if you’re not here, he can’t bring himself to say it out loud, but he sure will accidentally kill her daughter without meaning to. You had been a sturdy backbone to him in this mess, he’s scared that one day he opens his eyes and you decided that you’re done with all this shit he’s in, but up to this day you’re still here, beating the shit out of him first before lending a hand. He’s not someone who can display his affection out to public, words are really not his best weapon in hand. He’s afraid that you’ll feel like he used you because he didn’t said thank you out loud. He wanted to, though.
You came back into the living room, pick up Inara and try to feed her. But she had gone hungry for a while, it’s hard to make her open up her mouth and accept the milk.
“Come on sweetie, waiting’s over.”
By the third time you gently push in the bottle’s nipple into her mouth, only then she quiets down, and the world is peaceful as it can be again. Her small fingers curled into a fist, enjoying the bliss of finally being fed.
“I’m sorry your father is a grade ‘A’ kind of fool, but I swear he’s a genius when it’s come to his music.”
“I heard that”
“I wanna you to hear it anyway so what’s your point?”
You take a sit on the sofa and proceed to feed Inara, while Yoongi picked up her toys that litter on the floor, putting it into her basket. He realized one of her block went missing so he went on a little hunt finding it. He bend down to check under the sofa, not there. He craned his neck to check the kitchen floor, not there either.
“Yoongi, what are you searching for?”
“Inara’s block, you know the one with banana picture on it, with the letter C and D.”
“Try checking the dinner table.”
Yoongi walk in silent, eyes widen slightly when he finally spotted the said block, right under one of the chair. He went to fetch it, and his eyes frozen on your laptop.
“You found it?”
You didn’t get a response, “Yoongi?”
“Ah yeah, I found it. Hey, what’s you’re working on your laptop?”
“Chemistry essay, I guess I’ll be staying up late tonight, I’m waaaay behind due dates.”, you sigh.
“Essay? I thought you finished it the first week after we got the task.”
It caught you off guard how Yoongi know about it, you wanted to ask how did he know, but thinking that maybe he heard it from someone around campus. It was no shock you’re not someone who likes to procrastinate a lot, and yes you did finish your essay, but it wasn’t yours, not anymore at least.
“I umm, the file got lost.”
“What, really?”
“Yeah, I left my laptop on all night and umm it shut down. The file got lost.”, you advert your gaze to Inara who’s still drinking her milk quietly, not wanting to make any eye contact with Yoongi.
“That…doesn’t sound like you.”
“I was too tired that night.”
“And you didn’t save a backup?”
“No…”
“Are…you lying?”
Your eyes snapped open, how can Yoongi see through you so easily? If anyone else asks the same question, they stop right after they were told that you lost the file, no further question. But again this is Yoongi, nothing about him is ordinary. You were really taken back how much he can tell when you’re not genuine about yourself, how? Should you be afraid when you’re in front of Yoongi you’re this vulnerable?
The small push on your hand makes you look to Inara again, properly this time. She had finished her milk and was smiling widely to you.
“All full, spark?”
Yoongi scoffed, crossing his arm, “What do you take my daughter as, a puppy?”
“Then I better call the genius world record or something because this will be the cutest puppy ever known to mankind. Right sweet melon? Right? Who’s the cutest? You are, my pumpkin pie, cutest ever!”
“Okay now I prefer Spark rather than you throwing in random nickname for her.”
“I told you, spark is the best, because you know why?”, You picked Inara up so that your eyes stare right into hers, “Inara means light, and light comes from spark! You’re gonna grow up to be the most beautiful girl ever!”
Yoongi wanted to argue, because the most beautiful girl would be the one holding her daughter now, on the sofa, hair let down freely in the most ethereal way Yoongi could ever think of, but yet he keeps his mouth shut.
☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ:⠀ ⋆.:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆ ☾
It’s not like you never met Jimin, you did before. Yoongi introduced you to his friends, which happen to be Namjoon’s friends too. You met them once when Namjoon, your closest friend in your alpha study group, introduce you. But you weren’t someone who remember name so quickly, face yeah you can recognize but name umm, that’s gonna take a while. You were grateful enough Yoongi introduce you all over again, you’re able to grasp their names by then. But that was all interaction you ever had, you don’t hang around them so much. So it is an understatement that you were shocked Jimin greeted you first. You’re surprised he know you.
“Ah you don’t recognize me huh? I’m Pa-“
“Park Jimin, sophomore best looking dance major. Hard to not know you when you’re in every gossip there ever exist on campus ground.”
“Yeah I guess that can’t be helped huh. I’m a party people after all. You’re…heading to the boys' dormitories?”
“Yoongi’s place.”
“Ah so I assume you know about his daughter?”
“Inara”, you corrected him, “Yes, been taking care of her for a while now.”
“Wow, you even know her name. I don’t get any other info than it’s a she. Hyung didn’t share much with the group, I think I get to know more than just gender considering I’ll be the best ever uncle in uncle history.”, he pouted. Cute, you thought.
“Uncle history?”
“As in the uncle there ever is, I’ll be the best.”
You can’t help yourself, it was a reflect when you let out a small chuckle, finding the boy in front of you really living up to his name.”
“Well, aren’t you charming? You’ll be the most handsome uncle there is.”
“Woah there, not most handsome, Seokjin hyung will kill me if he knows I got that title. More like the second handsome then? Seokjin hyung is a red rose, I’m just a sunflower. I can’t imagine someone choosing a sunflower over roses.”
“It is possible when the sunflower shines bright on its own.”
Jimin smiled down at you, funny that even when you’re in front one of the campus most good looking guy, your mind still thought of Yoongi. How Jimin’s smile didn’t give you the same warmth Yoongi did, is it something to be worried of? Jimin hold out his hand to you, which you take in with your own in a firm handshake.
“Let me introduce myself properly. Park Jimin, the one and only roommate of Min Yoongi. Nice to meet you.”
“Y/L/N Y/N, the one and only unofficial babysitter of the daughter of Min Yoongi. Nice to meet you too.”
“Since we’re heading the same way, let me give you a ride. As a thank you for making sure Min Yoongi still function properly as a human while I’m away.”
“He did that a lot?”
“What, drinking only black coffee and survive on nothing in his system while working on his music? Yeah, that’s the ordinary life of Min Yoongi.”
You frown, you thought the burden of having to take care of a young kid affects him to live normally as a human being but no, Jimin told you it’s just the normal cycle of a Min Yoongi. It worries you, he’ll suffer from malnutrition at this rate.
“Oh but no worries, you changed his habit. Believe it or not, I found him at the newly opened café a few blocks away from the campus and get this, having lunch! I never thought I would live to see Min Yoongi have lunch”, Jimin dramatically put his hand on his heart, looking up to the sky.
“He…didnot have lunch before?”
“Never an early one, always late in the evening or he’ll have early dinner instead, after some serious music threatening of course.”
That’s weird, in your presence, Min Yoongi never miss his meal, if there’s such thing as persuading, he’s the one that persuades you to eat properly. Jimin must’ve been talking about the wrong guy.
☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ:⠀ ⋆.:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆ ☾
The knock on the door pulls Yoongi out from his trance of despair. He put away the broken shards in hand into the bin before turning to her daughter who had been smiling at her all along.
“No Inara, in this household we don’t throw mugs.”
The kid offer one of her blocks to Yoongi, to which Yoongi take it, “What am I gonna do with you huh little one?”
The knock came again and Yoongi put down the block, “Stay here, dad gonna open the door okay?”
After getting an incoherent chorus of answer from his daughter, he walks to the door, ready to invite Y/n in, but as soon his eyes landed on the person behind the door, he quickly closes it. The person outside pushes open the door, trying to hold Yoongi from closing it
“You’re dead to me”
“Aww come on, let me in.”
“No”
“I got my own share to see her.”
“Yoongi”, another soft familiar voice calls out his name and soon Yoongi opened the door as wide as it can get, a smile etched on his face.
“Oh you’re here.”
“Sorry I’m late, I met Jimin on the way here.”
Yoongi glance to the person beside you, eyes scanning him from top to bottom, “I figured. Come in, Inara had been throwing mugs again.”
You stepped in pass Yoongi right into the living room to meet a lonely kid playing on her own. She need more toys, you thought. Yoongi, on the other hand, had been struggling to close back the door.
“Hyung come one! I’m your roommate.”
“Was, as in past tense. You really think you could just leave me alone in the dorm and come back just like that?”
“I was at Taehyung’s! He need some company after his first time moving out from his parents. Anyway, not that you’re ever alone though.”
Yoongi stopped trying to close the door and look straight into Jimin’s eyes, his 1 cm difference in height gives him advantage, somehow. “10 minutes max.”
“What?”
“You got 10 minutes before I’ll kick you out again.”
“That’s not fair, I wanna play with Inara”
“Do it in 10 minutes”
He sighs before stepping inside, letting Yoongi closed the door as he walked into the living room. His frown earlier slowly turn into a wide grin upon seeing a small figure munching on kitten squeaky toy in front of the sofa. The kid stop munching when she realizes Jimin’s presence.
“Hello there”, Jimin whispered.
Inara hands out the kitten squeaky toy to Jimin, the snout wet from saliva but even then Jimin take it without second thought. “Thank you, I’m Jimin, your sunflower uncle”, he keeps his voice considerable low, like speaking out loud could scare the kid away. Inara looks at her, her mouth forms into a pout as her small hand touches Jimin’s cheek.
“Hyung, I’m gonna cry”
“Outside, not here. I’ve seen you cry and it’s nowhere comfortable.”
“How can you keep this treasure away from us, she’s such an angel.”
Jimin’s remark earned a loud scoff from both you and Yoongi. “Stay around long enough, I’m sure you’ll rephrase your words. Here Yoongi.”
You offered a mug of coffee to Yoongi, to which he took with a smile on his lips. Jimin watched the whole scene in awe, standing up to take the mug you offered to him then proceed to join Yoongi on the sofa. You sit down in front of Inara with your bag in hand and pull out a green box from it.
“Look Inara”, you shake the box and watch Inara’s eyes grow wider, her attention is definitely on you now. She throw the block in her hand away and unintentionally hit Jimin’s shin.
“Ow!”
Yoongi laughed over, his hand holding his stomach, his laugh sounds maniac to some, even to Jimin at the moment. Jimin leapt over his hyung to head locked him, to which Yoongi tried to escaped helplessly.
Ignoring the commotion behind you opened the box and pull out a cracker before handing it to Inara.” I don’t know what flavour you like, I just brought the strawberry one because well…your father like strawberry stuff, I just thought the gene got passed down.”
Inara took a bite of it before looking up at you, eyes wide and she started to talk, well more like attempt to because it all come out incoherent anyway.
“This is Strawberry flavoured. Straw-bey-ry”, you pronounced it one by one so she understand.
Inara proceed to speak unclearly, basically attacking you with her own words that only she understands. It’s cute if she’s not so aggressively swing her cracker that some of the crumbs fall down.
“You don’t like it? How about pumpkin one?”
She let out a small cry of despair.
“Okay okay not pumpkin, banana?”
Inara suddenly fall quiet, eyes sparkling, mouth open so wide that another drop of saliva fall down.
“Banana then, you really have a thing for banana huh?”
You just watched Inara quietly munching on the rice cracker. Once in awhile she offered it to you so you took a small bite of it, grimacing at the mixed taste of strawberry and saliva. Unknown to you, Yoongi and Jimin had stop their small fight to look at you, well, mostly Yoongi did anyway. Jimin look between you and Yoongi, back to you then to Yoongi again. Slowly, a knowing smile appeared.
He leaned in and whispered, “You should just date her hyung.”
“What”, Yoongi bashfully look straight to Jimin and headlock him. “Stop saying nonsense”
Yoongi didn’t have anything against you, he was sure of it. The warmth that spreads in his chest is nothing, he didn’t turn on the ac, that’s why he was sweating. Yeah, that’s why.
