IM SO EXCITED FOR CHAPTER 8

IM SO EXCITED FOR CHAPTER 8

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Agust Dad—Eight

➭ summary: Your a producer from another company that he happened to be collaborating with on his 2nd album D-2. At the release party— one drunk action leads to another, you do the worst thing you can do in the industry

➭genre: short series, pregnancy au, idol au, angst, dad au

➭warnings: fluff but then not fluff.., they cannot catch a break fr, rushed to edit this so might have mistakes

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note: i did NOT forget about this book believe it or not.. my parents have been on my ass about school and getting into a college. plus the motivation to write was just not there?? but i like this chapter and it’s a bit longer so enjoy (finally)🫶🏾 taglist is gonna be closed tho, sorry

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You step out of the hospital, feeling the cool breeze on your face for the first time in days.

You stop before getting into Yoongi’s personal car, taking in the world around you after days of spending time cooped up inside.

You take a deep breath, breathing in the fresh air. The whole experience these past few days has been exhausting, both physically and mentally but you're happy to finally be able to leave, and even more happy that you and the baby are both healthy and okay. You're looking forward to going back home, seeing the others, and just getting some well-needed rest.

And the best part of it all..

Yoongi is by your side. Every second you were in the hospital he was there and refused to go anywhere that wasn’t the toilet. It was heart warming, and it made you look at him even more differently. You didn’t want to say you were falling for his caring gestures and kind admiring eyes, but it was starting to get alarmingly similar. Even if he was showing concern it still made your heart flutter slightly.

And you put all the blame for your confusing feelings on him.

Even as he held your hand and guided you to his car and out of the private hospital you felt your hands starting to sweat as you pushed back any thoughts about gushing over it.

You managed to hold in enough sweat for him not to tease you about it before he lets go to open the passenger door for you.

Yoongi doesn’t take his time to start driving and head home. He can tell how tired you are from everything, glancing at you every once in a while as he tries to keep his eyes on the road.

"How are you feeling, Y/N?" he finally asks softly. You nod slightly, feeling relieved that the pregnancy is fine.

"Good," he nods, smiling gently. As if he can understand you without you even speaking. Sometimes you wonder if co parenting will be that easy. "Let's get home so you can rest properly."

You lay your head back against the head restraint as he drove them back to his spare home.

You look over at him, pausing and thinking carefully before opening your mouth to say something. You’re nervous to talk to him, but you quickly shake away your thoughts and tell yourself to act like an adult and not a school girl.

“Thank for being here, Yoongs. You could have flew the moment you found out you got a random woman pregnant..but you didn’t.” You say in a soft quiet voice. You needed to be an adult and give him his props. After everything that has happened he hadn’t once shied away.

Yoongi flinches slightly at your words, seemingly unprepared to hear them but he lets out a soft chuckle at the nickname, something you were starting to pick up from Harin.

"No, I couldn't leave you," he says quietly, his eyes fluttering. "That... wasn't an option." He states. You’re confused on what he meant by that, and almost ask him to elaborate but think it’s better for your feelings and sanity if you just left it there.

He looks at you for a moment, his expression turning to a small smile. "I'm glad I could be here to support you."

He gives a small sigh, looking towards the road, the sunlight shining through the windshield. He looks like he wants to say more but holds it back. "You should get some rest." he says softly after a while of comfortable silence, his voice gentle.

“Okay.” You say with a small smile, turning your head away from him you tired to get as comfortable as you could in the car.

Your head slowly starts to droop forward and you begin to doze off. It doesn’t help that he is driving extra slow and extra careful, some soft music (of course BTS) playing on a low volume that sends you to sleep.

"Y/N... wake up..." you hear Yoongi's voice, and you open your eyes. You're suddenly back (to his) home and Yoongi is gently shaking you awake.

Yoongi lets out a soft chuckle as he notices your sleepy expression. “That probably felt like three minutes but I promise you it was at least fifteen. I even went around in circles to buy time.”

“Oh, thanks..” you say with a weak chuckle and a small yawn as you slowly unbuckle my seatbelt and exit the car and slowly enter the house with him.

“Surprise!”

You flinch in shock and surprise when the first thing you hear once you open the door are screaming voices. Your eyes are wide as you come back to life and analyze the situation in front of you.

There’s the rest of the members and Harin stood in the living room. You feel tired, both physically and mentally, but you're happy to see the banner, the decorations, and the cake.

Yoongi who is next you let out a soft chuckle, “Guys you didn’t have to.” Yoongi says, shaking his head in slight disbelief as Harin speed walks up to you to give you a tight hug.

You can already feel yourself getting emotional, but Harin’s hug just adds salt to the wound. “Girl, why aren’t you on your honeymoon?” You ask with a small chuckle, trying to hold back your hormonal emotions.

“Like I could relax while you were in the hospital.” She rolls her eyes at you and you just hug her tighter. “Jin felt the same way..” she adds, rubbing your back for comfort but her statement just makes you more emotional. Of course Jin would feel guilty about it.

It felt like for the first time in a while, you felt like you were liked, maybe even loved. You felt like you fit in with the boys and Harin, despite the awkward situation and how you met them. They didn’t judge you, and they genuinely cared about you.

Someway, somehow, despite all the chaos you just went through. You felt at peace.

After a few hours, they leave, and you're left to clean up the mess they made. You’re not mad at it though. It was nice chatting and eating with the group after being in the hospital for days. It was a nice distraction, and your only distraction since Yoongi still has your phone. Even though it could be seen as controlling, you know he’s just protecting you from the media. You feel crazy for gushing about the fact that he held your phone.

You take a deep breath and start to pick up, your hands moving automatically as you focus on the cleaning. You’re exhausted, your moves slow and sluggish. And Yoongi seemed to notice from the kitchen as he washed a couple dishes.

"Y/N..." he says gently, setting down the dishes and moving over to you. He gently takes the broom out of your hand and places it back where he found it.

"Sit down, I'll take care of it." he says softly. "You're obviously very tired.” He says and you’re about to object and reach for the broom but he holds out his hand and stops you.

Yoongi pauses, watching you for a few moments before he walks up behind you and takes the broom from your hands. "It'll be faster if I do this," he replies gently.

"It’s my house, Y/N.” Yoongi says softly with a small chuckle. Yoongi looks at you sympathetically, and you realize how exhausted you are.

“Alright, fair point..” you mumble, giving him one last look and he gives you a small reassuring nod. “Goodnight.” You say to him and responds back as you go to the master bedroom.

You gently close the door and pick out a change of clothes before settling down in the bed. Your muscles relax against the softness, letting out a breath as you immediately start to drift off to sleep.

You don’t know what time it is when you wake up, but you know it has to be late at night because when you open your eyes your met with nothing but darkness and silence.

You get up to use the bathroom, your blatter getting the best of you as you waddle to the restroom.

You don’t notice the slight vibrations as you pass the living room the first time, but you do the second time when you exist the bathroom. There’s the sound of soft buzzing and a quiet ringtone in the silence. It takes you a few minutes before you fully process that the ringing is coming from the living room. Then you realize it’s your ringtone from your phone. The phone you hadn’t seen in days.

You get a dreadful feeling in your stomach as you make your way to the living room. The last time you checked your phone this late, you ended up in the hospital. But still, you slowly move to the living room.

It's dark, but you see the outline of Yoongi on the couch. After a moment you notice that there's a thin blanket wrapped around his shoulders and a pillow beneath his head.

You slowly approach him, trying not to wake up. He looked so peaceful as he slept. You smile softly at the sight. You couldn’t imagine what this was doing to him and his career. You almost felt sorry for him..

You snap out of your daze as you hear the buzzing again, turning to see your phone on the floor charging a couple steps away from the couch.

You step to your phone, taking it off the charger and tiptoeing out of the living room so you didn’t wake Yoongi. He looked like he needed the sleep.

You squint from the bright screen, not really looking at the caller ID before answering.

“Hello? Y/N?”

A voice answers before you can even greet them. The oddly familiar voice makes you physically flinch, a whole new wave of emotions and memories washing over you.

“Mom?”

You hadn’t heard the voice in a year, but you know good and well that it’s hers. You remember the way she picked up the phone and immediately started talking, asking, demanding for money. That’s the only reason she would ever call, until you finally had enough and told her to stop.

So why was she calling? Especially at this time of night?

You get a terrible feeling, your breathing getting slightly heavier as you speak into the phone. “W-Why are you calling this late? Why are you calling at all?” You question, the sleepiness almost entirely gone.

Your mother clears her throat, her annoyed and stressed tone coming through the phone.

"Y/N, you haven't picked up any of my calls or texts for the past few days," she says firmly, her voice filled with a bit of anger that you remember all to well.

"I was worried sick, thinking you had gotten hurt or worse!" your mother continues, her words quick and clipped. You immediately know it’s a lie, because she had never cared about you before. Your whole childhood she’d flip from being the most loving parent in the world to wanted your head dead on a stick. But she was the only parent you had, so you stuck with her until you moved out.

"Especially since everyone on the internet is saying that you’re pregnant with some idols baby.” she adds.

There’s a long pause.

The crickets outside fill the silence as you take a minute to think.

“Mom..how do you know that?” You ask slowly and carefully your heart slipping a beat as you think back to that terrible night. The last thing you can remember are people seeing some of your face in the video. They couldn’t have learned your identity. And if they did, why didn’t Yoongi tell you the second you woke up in the hospital?

“Hunny, everyone knows you’re pregnant,” your mother continues, her voice still filled with annoyance. “It’s trending right now on the internet, and everyone knows who you are.”

You can almost hear the smile in her voice, the way your mother always gets smug when she’s right. “...Y/N, I’m disappointed that you couldn’t tell me as soon as you found out.”

She sounds almost disappointed, like she feels betrayed by you in some way. But your to frozen in shock and fear to yell at her. Of course she would break no contract and call. She found out you were in ‘relations’ with a millionaire. Money.

Your phone shakes in your hand in fear. This whole time you were trying to keep it private, to have a normal life despite everything. And it’s all coming crashing down. You realize that your phone wasn’t just vibrating because of the call,

It was because you were getting hundreds of texts and inbox messages. Even as you shook your phone was going off, notifications from every social app you owned.

“I-I gotta go.” You say, going to twitter, only to see that your mom was right. As much as you hated to think that.

You look at the Twitter feed, your heart sinking as you see all of the pictures floating around. Your full name, your pictures, where you go to school... it's all there. For at least 24 hours.

You don’t know how, but people managed to use the clip and used face recognition to find out who you were. What was worse was that old coworkers and classmates were also speaking up and saying it was you. Your full government name was on the internet. They managed to find out where you went to school more hidden pictures of you on the internet.

You feel a tear roll down your face as you try to contain your emotions. It feels like the end of the world.

And what makes it even worse is that Yoongi didn’t tell you.

Yoongi knew, and he didn't tell you. He kept this secret from you. A secret you needed to know.

Your mother's voice filters through the phone in your hand. "Go? Why?"

"Mom, I have to go," you say again in a whisper, your voice choked up with tears. "Don't call here anymore." You don’t give her time to respond before hanging up.

You can feel your breath quickening as you try to make sense of everything that's happening.

You start to shake, your heart pounding against your chest as you struggle to stay calm but it’s difficult when you believe that your life is ruined.

You stare at your phone, trying to ignore the millions of notifications coming through. You don't know where to begin. You don’t know what to do.

Your steps are heavy as you move back to the living room, staring at Yoongi who was still asleep on the couch.

He knew the entire time. They all knew. And they welcomes you back with a party and cake. They made it seem like nothing was wrong and kept you in the dark.

Staring at his peaceful face, you no longer felt sorry. You felt betrayed.

One of your tears drop onto his face, causing his eyes to flutter before slowly opening. "Y/N..." Yoongi stirs when he sees you lingering over them.

He blinks a few times, still half-asleep as he groggily turns his head around and looks at you. He slowly sits up on the couch, rubbing his eyes and wiping away the tear on his cheek.

He realizes your the source of the tear, his expression forming into one of concern. "Y/N, you okay? Did something happen?" he asks quickly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You speak in a whisper, looking at him with my own glossy sad eyes.

“People found out who I was, a-and you didn’t tell me.” You try your best to sound strong but you can’t, mentally and physically.

Yoongi looks at you with small shock and confusion before his eyes shift to the buzzing phone in your hand.

"Y/N," he says, his tone filled with concern as he hears the shakiness in your voice but it’s clear he is trying to hold himself back from freaking out himself.

He pauses for a moment, seemingly not knowing what to say. "I was going to tell you." he says softly but that just makes you even more pissed.

“I was going to tell you,” he says again, more firmly and confidently. “But I didn’t want to overwhelm you and there wasn’t a good time.”

“There was never going to be a good time. That’s not an excuse. You should have told me!” You say, your voice rising slightly but it’s clear that you’re broken by the tone.

“Y/N, you just got out of the hospital. I wasn’t going to spring that up on you.” He says firmly but with a worried expression.

“I-I don’t need you to look after me. Not when your the reason for this mess.” You say, the words even sounding harsh to you the second they left your mouth.

Yoongi flinches, his expressions turning to shock as you say your words and you almost feel bad.

"Y/N... it's not like that," he says softly. "Please, don't say that.” He looks like he's about to say more, but you cut him off before he can.

“I-I think you should go home.” You say with a swallow, even though it’s pitch black outside. Nevermind it’s his house.

Yoongi’s eyes widen at your words, taken aback by them as he stands up from the couch. “Y/N, don’t be like that..” he says with a low tone, almost pleading.

He takes a few steps towards you, trying to get close enough to you to talk to you properly. “I had a reason, I promise and I want to be here for you. I'm not going to leave you alone... not when you need me the most." he says, the sincerity in his voice clear.

“You don’t know what I need because you don’t know me.” You say quickly and sharply, your breathing heavy. “Because despite the lies you told to the media you haven’t known me for years and we didn’t fall in love.”

There’s a long uncomfortable silence in the air as the two of you share your own looks of hurt.

“J-Just leave..” You mumble, looking away from him as you wipe your tears.

He's silent for a few moments in the wake of your words. He knows you’re right, and he knows that you probably need space.

"I suppose you're right," he whispers taking a small step back.

His eyes fill with regret and guilt as he stands up, turning towards the door. "I'm so sorry, Y/N."

With that, the door closes behind him, leaving you alone in the quiet house.

It’s silent as you try to get your feelings and thoughts under control. Your phone vibrates again in your phone and without even thinking, you chuck it at the wall.

Your phone breaks into pieces and you sit down on the living room floor, just looking at them as your heart slowly breaks with it.

Seven Deadly Sins / BTS OT7

➭genre: oneshot, superpower au, supernatural au, angst, fluff, romance, hurt/comfort, slow burn-ish

➭summary: hiding from the law isn’t easy nor comfortable and even after doing it for months it doesn’t get easier. it’s exhausting and draining, especially when you sleep next to a living oven with a temper… but he tries to cool it down just for you. and despite feeling drained, his fire still burns.

➭warnings: mentions of suicide(GULP), a few cuss words, not properly edited, he is kinda a butthole but stay with me now, that’s about it..

➭notes: new mini series maybe? maybe?? just oneshots/requests about the members with their own powers with some lore sprinkled in. do we see the vision? yoongs gives off a little self sabotage vibes which is honestly so me..

You glance up at the small dirty clock on the top of the wall for what felt like the tenth time within the past half an hour. You read it and let out a sigh, your leg bouncing anxiously as you glanced at the door.

Yoongi got off at eight and could usually make it back in twenty or so minutes. But it was eight thirty and there was still no sign of him.

It’s dark and there’s light rain hitting the windows of the motel, a perfect night for patrollers or some pedestrian to catch sight of him or his *abilities* and report him.

The thought causes a shiver down go down your spine. With no phone to communicate with him by, if something happened to him it’d be hours before you’d even realize or have the courage to go out looking for him.

You looked down at your plate, half empty and cold before sighing and leaning back against the couch. You closed your eyes, trying not to focus on the time in order to not have a panic attack or a full on breakdown. It was weird how dependent you became to Yoongi, in every sense of the word.

He stood up for you when you couldn’t do it yourself, he helped you survive when you were almost dead. He took you under his wing and took care of you, showing you tricks on how to get through the cruel world. And then after a while, he cared and protected you. Showed you love and other things you hadn’t felt in a long time.

You remembered the first time he smiled at you when you went to hop trains or showed off how the could twirl a stick that had fire at the ends without dropping it (even though at first he was hesitant to use fire at all around you). You smile at the memories, relaxing slightly only to be jolted back to life when the door to your motel room flings open.

Startled, your eyes shoot open and to the door, trembling at the loud sudden sound of the door swinging open and hitting the wall when it collided. You stood up for the couch, ready to fight or flee when your eyes meet the one who dramatically entered.

“Yoongi.. you almost broke the door. And you’re super late.” I said through my breath of relief, muscles relaxing when I see his familiar figure and face before he closes the door.

“Not now, Y/N. I’m not in the mood.” He mumbled, his hands working to take off his soaked black hoodie as he tosses it lazily onto the couch.

You were silenced, watching as he walked to the bedroom. An upgrade from the last motel since there were no real rooms and it was all one tight space. You leaned next to the doorframe, watching as he took off his shoes and white t-shirt, revealing his huff chest underneath.

“Rough day in the kitchen?” You asked as you watched him gather his things for a quick shower, like always.

“Yup. And the rain didn’t help.” He mumbled, tilting his head slightly as he thought about it. “Oh right.. you okay?” You asked, slightly concerned.

“Fine, just makes my skin all hot and my body heavy. Hard to control my fuckin ‘ability’ too.” He rambled half heartedly as he rumbled through his things. Most days it was like he never stopped moving. He was anxious, irritated but you knew it was just because he was worried.

He was never used to staying in one place so being in the motel for so long was making him antsy. His mind was always on go, like it had always been.

“Did you need something?” Yoongi’s slightly annoyed voice came through to you, blinking at him as you noticed his slightly confused and irritated glance.

“I.. There’s food in the microwave.” You muttered as he got his towel and walked past you. “Do not need to be around anymore food, Y/N.” He mumbled as he passed me and into the bathroom, silent as the door closed.

You sighed, leaning your head against a nearby wall as you listened to the shower run, feeling exhausted yourself. As ironic as it sounded, he could be cold sometimes.

You made your way into the bedroom, lying down and covering yourself in the sheets as you tried to keep the bad thoughts out of your mind. Thoughts about not running anymore and accepting the fate you were bound to have. Alone or in some lab for studying. Thoughts of having to live your whole life in some motel, rotting away as fear swallowed you hole.

No matter what Yoongi believed, a part of you hoped and wished that there was something more. That something would change for the gifted people. Or that things would go back to a more carefree time where you jumped trains with Yoongi or slept at his parent’s house and played with his dog.

With a burst of determination and sadness, you hopped out of bed. With one swift movement your shoes were on and you were going to the couch and getting his hoodie. You stopped, listening as the water still ran in the shower before making your escape out the door.

It had been a while since you were outside. The rain wasn’t so bad, you liked the feel of the water in your hair and on your face. You walked past the other rooms of the motel and onto the sidewalk.

It was dark, not much traffic and not others walking. You hummed to yourself, a peaceful song you heard while watching an anime once. Not allowing your mine to eat you alive with memories about your childhood like it had gone with Yoongi.

You simply, walked.

You walked and walked until your legs finally got tired, and you could hear crickets in the grass and fighting in the alleyways. You hadn’t noticed the rain stopped, making you glance up at the sky. You looked up at the stars, making a small wish, no matter if the star wasn’t moving. Just like you in the motel, the star stood in place. Shining brightly throughout the dark night sky. It gave you hope.

You looked at the clock as you entered the motel, a little bit past ten o’clock. You glanced at the couch, Yoongi not being there like you had been waiting for him earlier. You didn’t know what changed. What happened for the relationship to be like this.. Dry and cold like it had been outside. But.. the star still shined.

You quietly took off your shoes by the door and hung up the jacket before slowly and quietly making your way to the bedroom. A dim lamp was on but Yoongi was fast asleep, small breaths being heard as you saw him cozied up in the bed. You couldn’t help but smile softly. You never stayed awake to see him sleep, and for the first time in a while, he didn’t seem as tense or stressed. Like he was free in his sleep.

You climbed into the bed next to him, he was on his side, his back turned to you and you decided the let him have his peace and faced away from him also. The walk made you realize you needed your peace to. Away from him and everything else. It helped you fall into your own peaceful sleep.

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You woke up to the feeling of being warm. Very, warm. Arms were around your waist and a you could feel a body pressed up against yours. As you accepted that fact, a small smile wiggles onto your face. You could feel his hair against yours as his breath hit your neck. As much as you loved the cuddles, you took a minute before wiggling out of his grasp and out of the bed. His arms loosening around you as you managed to make it out of the bed without waking him up.

He stirred slightly when you winced, clenching your side as it started to sting. You knew why, and took a breath as you shakily went to the bathroom.

You opened the cabinet and ruffled through all the other products before your eyes landed on something and you tightly grasped it with one hand. Burn cream.

You lifted up your shirt slightly and looked at your side. The shirt itself was fire resistant to an extent, but the heat from the oven in your bed had managed to make the shirt hot enough that it still burned your skin and the wetness from the rain made it worse.

You sighed, taking off your shirt with another wince as you opened the cream and started to dab it on the bruised skin. It wasn’t the first time this had happened, sometimes it would be in the same spots. It was just something that happened since you started sleeping with him, which was ages ago.

“Did I do that?”

A raspy deep voice called out, startling you slightly just as you were digging out the last of the cream in the bottle you almost dropped.

You looked outside the bathroom door (which you stupidly forgotten to close) and see Yoongi standing outside, hair ruffled from sleep and his eyes squinted as he pointed to your bruise.

“I.. It happens sometimes.” You muttered, not wanting him to feel bad. That’s why you had never told him. He was always taking care of you and when he slept, he could finally relax. You didn’t want him to be worried about you even while he slept.

“Really? Cause that bottle is damned near empty.” He pointed out, looking disappointed that you had even tried to lie. He took a step closer, looking down at the burn again before up at you. His face fell slightly as the two of you met eyes. “I do this to you?” His voice cracked slightly.

“You do everything for me.” You replied, putting down the bottle down and wrapping your arms around his neck as you got closer to him. “This is nothing-“

“This is bruises. I saw the bottle, I’ve been hurting you. For a long time..” he said, slightly shaking his head, his tone slightly despair as he thought about it.

“Yoongs, I love your fire, it makes you who you are. I love you and everything you do for me.” You said sternly but softly, trying to let him know just how serious you were about him. “I’m not giving up on you or anything.” You said with a breath.

“Baby..” he said, slightly stunned but still concerned. “You once told me that love is fire. That it’ll either go through you and warm your heart or burn your house down.” You said and his eyes widened slightly with shock, swallowing as he tired to hold down his emotions.

“I know, you’ve burnt bridges.. and burned down houses.” You thought back to the story Yoongi told you, way before you met. How he had tired to use his fire to set his house on fire. How he had given up.

“But as cringy as this sounds, your fire warms my heart.” I concluded, his shoulder slumping as he leaned his head against mine, his breathing heavy. “I’m not giving up on you, Yoongs.” You replied, remembering him that things were different now. “or anything.”

The star. The star had given you hope. And when you felt Yoongi’s lips against yours in a soft kiss. You smiled, knowing you had given him hope to. Despite all the constant swings from cold and fire. You weren’t burned alive. Yoongi was still saving you, and you were still having him.

Glad to see another chapter TT

I knowww it’s been WAY to long😭

Well… at least we don’t have to worry about that damn phone…

Had a long time coming fr