Cosmos - Cornfield Sequel

Cosmos - Cornfield Sequel

Pairing: Min Yoongi (SUGA) X Reader

Genre: Alien!AU, Romance

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Explicit language, jealousy, Yoongi being an idiot (juss a lil bit), pregnancy sex (it's a lot I know), smut (it's pretty crap just so yall know), tooth rotting fluff (If I forgot anything please let me know!)

Words: 9.6k (see? I'm getting there)

Summary: Yoongi and you had been travelling together for a long time. You’d begun the terrifying journey of becoming parents. When a new person arrives in a way you didn’t expect, you and Yoongi’s relationship is sent into a tailspin.

It had been three months since you and Yoongi had decided to start trying for a baby. Your efforts, while valiant, have been unsuccessful. But Yoongi wasn’t keen on giving up.

“Y/N, I know we had sex yesterday but I believe that if I’m tracking your fertility cycle correctly today is the premium opportunity-”

“Yoongi, I love you so much but no, I started my period today,” you answered him.

“So I haven’t been tracking it correctly, good to know,” he snorted.

“No-wait. What the fuck why?” you shrieked.

“Because I thought we were trying for a baby, am I not supposed to know things like your fertility cycle?” he asked.

“You’re not supposed to be so blunt about it, no,” you said, raising an eyebrow.

“Sometimes I wonder about you humans,” Yoongi’s face crinkled, but his familiar gummy smile appeared. You smiled right back, coming forward to kiss him gently. Yoongi moved to deepen the kiss but you quickly skirted away.

“Ah ah, no sexy times today!” you said, walking off down the hallway.

“Humans are so fickle,” Yoongi said, heading toward his study.

--

Yoongi decided a change of scenery was very much needed for the both of you. So you wound up on the planet Rexulta. A beautiful planet full of bustling life and varying races. Even some humans were living on Rexulta. You were so excited to explore another planet, looking at the life and meeting new people. Just living like this made your heart sing.

So when Yoongi brought it up, of course you said yes.

“I’d love to go!” you said, excitement clear in your voice.

“I’m glad you're happy,” he said, kissing your head gingerly.

“I’m happy when I get to be with you,” you said in a mushy voice.

“Don’t say it like that, you sound creepy,” he said, pushing you away by your chest. You yelped, holding your boob in pain.

“Ow! Dick, don’t just shove on the boobs man!” you said, rubbing your breast gently.

“I apologize, I wasn’t aware that they were still sensitive, you stopped bleeding a while ago,” he sighed, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

“Whatever, coordinates! Let’s go!” you said, coming over to his side again.

“Yes yes, I’m plugging them in right now,” he said, leaning over the console of the machine he loved so much. You smiled and watched him work, pulling levers and pushing buttons. Especially yours, those were his favorite to fuck around with.

Soon the pair of you were landing on Rexulta!

Yoongi always went first to check and see if it was habitable for humans. Something you appreciated. He came back with the all clear and you were off exploring together!

You had landed in one of the planet’s cities, Ilmarion. It used to be the planet’s capital but after a fire burnt down the city it had to rebuild. You and Yoongi explored around the ruined edges, not really looking for anything in particular. When the mood suddenly hit you.

“Hey, Yoongi,” you said, trailing behind him slowly.

“Mhmm,” he answered, not really listening to you. But you pressed on anyways.

“Do you wanna, you know, investigate something else,” you asked, already cringing at your lame attempt at subtlety.

“Like what?” he asked, still looking down at his scanner.

“I dunno, like me?” you asked.

“You? What is there to investigate about you?” he questioned, head never lifting from his device.

“Rude, there is still a ton you don’t know about me,” you challenged.

“I know more than you think I do,” he said.

“Oh yeah? What’s my favorite color?” you asked, not really knowing the answer yourself.

“You don’t know what your favorite color is, Y/N,” he said, almost bored.

“What? Of course I do!” you said, not sounding so confident.

“Is there some particular reason you’re picking a fight with me?” he said, turning around to look at you, finally.

“I-I’m not trying to pick a fight-”

“Then what do you want?” he asked.

For some reason the way he was looking at you had you on edge. Normally Yoongi wouldn’t act so on guard.

“I just, y’know. Wanted to, well-” you said, looking at your feet.

“Is it sex? You want sex?” he asked, coming forward.

“Not so much anymore,” you said, now that he’d thoroughly ruined the mood.

“Okay,” he trailed off.

“We’re normally not so awkward with each other,” you pointed out.

“Sorry, I’m a little lost in my own head,” he said, bringing you into his arms.

“Mm, what’s going on in that sexy brain of your Yoongi?” you asked.

“Nothing much, well. I shouldn’t say that. There are a lot of complicated calculations going on in my head right now, but it’s okay. I’ll tell you later,” he said,

“Okay, just don’t get too distant from me. I love you,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I love you too,” he said, touching his forehead with yours. An affectionate motion he’d picked up a while ago. Smiling, you took his hand and led him off towards the city.

It was loud and almost stifling with how many people there were. But it was so incredible. The lights of the city were so soft and warm it made you want to curl up with a blanket. But the people were all so different. It was like a hodgepodge of different species all in front of you! Yoongi was equally impressed. He even saw a few of his own species lurking around. You had yet to find any humans, but the day was still young. Yoongi kept a tight hold on you, making sure that you didn’t get separated.

“Hey, there’s a cafe over there, wanna go check it out?” you asked, pointing down the road.

“Yes, that would be nice,” Yoongi agreed.

The pair of you walked down the road, investigating little stores that were there, or people watching. There was so much to see here!

Yoongi held the door open for you when you made it to the cafe. It was a pink building that stood out against the greyscape of the rest of the planet. It seemed to have been untouched by the rest of the soot from the old fire. Must be expensive to maintain this kind of paint job.

You shook your head of those thoughts and sat down at a table with Yoongi. He looked over the menu, knowing what a few of the items were and asking about a few others to see if they were safe for humans. Yoongi gave you a menu he thought was safe for your consumption and you picked from those. He really was a sweet guy when you got down to it. Your safety was his number one priority. Always making sure things were safe before you proceeded. Simple things that really made your heart pound for the man in front of you.

“So, what are you thinking of getting?” Yoongi asked, looking through the menu for himself.

“I’m not sure, the fried dough looking thing looks good though. I’ve been craving sweet stuff,” you said, mouth watering at the thought of some fried dough with icing on it.

“Get whatever you want,” he encouraged, waving the waiter down so you could order.

“Good afternoon! I’m Kim Seokjin and I’ll be your server today!” he smiled brightly.

“Hi, I’ll have the fried dough with icing,” you said, pointing at the picture.

“Very good choice, it's a favorite here, do you want jam with it or just the icing?” he asked, giving you the options of apple, polian fruit or blackberry.

“Yoongi can I have polian fruit?” you asked.

“Yes, you can,” he answered, looking out the window.

“Then I’ll have it with icing and polian fruit please!” you said.

“Very well, and for you sir?”

“I’ll have the same thing except instead of polian fruit I’ll have apple,” he said.

“Awesome, I’ll get those right out for you!” he smiled and walked off.

“Was he human?” you asked, staring at the pink haired man walking away.

“I think so, although his personality seemed a little much,” Yoongi said, pouting.

“Don’t like our overzealous waiter?” you asked, a smile on your face.

“It’s not that, it’s just... Nevermind,” he said, waving it off.

“Okay,” you said, looking out the window with him.

The planet was beautiful. Reddish pink skies with blue moons in the center of them. The clouds looked so soft like cotton candy and the people were all so different it made your head spin. But Yoongi was used to this lifestyle, unlike you. So he wasn’t as taken with it as you were. The cafe you were sat in seemed like an old diner from the fifties back on Earth, but the color scheme was yellow and purple instead of pink and blue or something more classic like that. But you didn’t mind it, a little change was good now and then.

“Y/N,” Yoongi said, looking at you.

“Yes?” you answered.

“Have you ever thought about marriage?” he asked.

You almost spit out your drink.

“What?! Where is this coming from Yoongi?” you asked, looking around to make sure your outburst wasn’t seen by many.

“Well I know it is a human tradition, something you do with someone you love. And normally you have children after you’re married so I thought maybe you’d want to get married before we tried having a child? Or maybe that you didn’t care or-I don’t know, it was just something I was researching,” he coughed.

“Yoongi, I don’t feel the need to get married. I have you and I’m happy with you. I know how much I love you, I know how I feel for you. I just don’t think we need to. But if you want to I don’t see why not,” you answered, playing with the straw in your water.

“It’s fine, whatever you want is what I want. But, it was something I came across in research and wanted to mention to you,” he said, seeming as cool as ever.

“Okay, I guess,” you said, when Seokjin came back with your meals.

“Here we are, fried dough with icing and polian fruit and fried dough with icing and apple jam,” he smiled.

“Thank you,” you said.

“Sure thing, is there anything else you need right now?”

“No, I think we’re okay,” you answered.

“Alright, just wave me over if you need something okay?” he said, before sauntering off in the opposite direction.

And the topic of marriage was dropped.

--

The next few days went by anticlimactically. Yoongi was into something else research wise and was going around and sampling and you weren’t feeling well so you stayed behind.

Although, when he came back there was another voice with him.

“So, as you can see, there is a distinct difference in the way this planet’s atmosphere was formed than on Opthamlima, where you come from,” he said.

You came around the corner and there she was. Tall, pale, almost white skin and hair that practically glimmered in the light. She was beautiful...

“Obviously, I knew this. But what do you make of the difference in atmosphere now than in Opthamlima. I believe it has something to do with the technology being more advanced on my planet. Here, it is almost a joke of how primitive it all is. But, the atmosphere is better, so does our technology have something to do with a deterioration of our planet? It is a wonderful point of study don’t you think?”

“I believe there could be a correlation there, but there would have to be sampling done from Opthamlima as well.”

“Yoongi?” you asked, looking between the two of them.

“Y/N, you’re awake, how are you feeling?” he asked, coming forward to check you over.

“I feel better, who is she?” you asked, looking towards the unfamiliar face in the hallway.

“I’m Madema, from the planet Opthamlima. You must be Y/N the human Yoongi is travelling with!” she said, coming closer. “I’ve never met a human before. Your species is truly fascinating!”

“Thank you?” you said.

“It’s no wonder why we don’t dissect you and figure you out. But, I know Yoongi has befriended you. This is all a jest, please feel free to laugh,” she said.

“I will when I find something funny,” you said, shying into Yoongi a little more.

“Oh goodness! You truly are something fascinating!”

“Yoongi?” you asked, looking at him.

“Don’t worry, she’s harmless. Another mind that has curiosity like mine in the universe, so rare to find it these days I had to pick her brain. You understand, don’t you?” he asked.

“Sure...” you said.

“Well, you should get some rest, Yoongi mentioned you had a fever this morning. You really should go lie down, wouldn’t want something to happen to you! Yoongi, where is your study, you mentioned showing me some notes from a previous voyage,” Madema said, looking down the hallway past you.

“Yes, yes, follow me. Y/N, if you need something come find me,” he said, walking off down the hallway with Madema in tow.

Something about him spending alone time with another woman made your skin crawl.

Especially one of her caliber...

But you did as he asked and went to bed, only to lay awake for hours.

Why did he feel the need to bring another woman aboard the ship? Surely he could’ve just brought the notes to her at a different place. Why bring her here? And what was her deal? Why did she look so...

Gorgeous.

Beautiful.

Everything you’re not.

“Damn it,” you sighed, getting up out of bed.

Yoongi still hadn’t returned, something that made it even harder for you to sleep than before.

Wandering around the ship you heard laughter coming from Yoongi’s study. That was odd. Yoongi didn’t really laugh a lot. He was more of a smile kind of guy. But on very rare occasions, you’d hear him laugh. Chuckle more like, but it still sent a shiver of pleasure through you knowing you brought him joy.

Knocking on the door you saw Madema sitting on Yoongi’s desk.

“Yes, Y/N?” he asked, looking at you expectantly.

“I can’t sleep,” you said.

“Okay?” he said, like he was confused as to why you were bringing him into this.

“Will you come and wait with me until I fall asleep?” you asked.

“I could but-”

“It’s okay, go with her Yoongi. She looks terrible, if you being with her could help her get some rest then I think it would be a beneficial endeavor,” she explained.

“I suppose you’re right,” Yoongi nodded.

“I’ll get going. It was a pleasure. I look forward to doing our research together in the future,” she said, brushing past you as she went to leave.

“Let’s get you to bed,” he said, taking you by the shoulders and having you walk to your bedroom.

Exhaustion hit when you felt Yoongi wrap you up in his arms.

“I love you,” you whispered.

You didn’t hear a response.

--

Yoongi was rarely home now.

Madema was taking up all of his spare time.

‘Oh, let’s go for lunch at the cafe and compare notes!’

‘We should go down by the water and take samples to see what stage of life the sea water is at!’

It was all very infuriating.

When Yoongi was with you, he was tired and distant. Not really looking or talking to you much at all. Every night you’d tell him you loved him, and you were surprised if you heard a response back from him at all. It broke your heart to know that the man you loved, wasn’t focused on you. Especially because you were starting to get even sicker.

It was all you could do to get yourself out of bed in the morning.

The nausea was almost disabling. But you rarely threw up. But it was enough for you to stay in bed and not move for most of the day. If Yoongi was concerned he didn’t show it. Checking your temperature in the morning, writing it down and then moving on with his day.

Days that were spent away from you.

Some days he’d bring Madema back to the ship to help him catalog his notes or to do some more research in the lab. Or even just to talk. You can’t remember the last time you and Yoongi had a real conversation. Something with substance.

You heard laughter down the hall again, loud and boisterous.

Madema.

It was like she was mocking you. And everything you had. Because now she had it. Yoongi could easily kick you out like a lost pup, and leave with her instead. Starting a new life with her and her huge ass. God, it was so hard not to be jealous when... when he hardly even acknowledged you were there.

Before trying to get affection from Yoongi was hard, now it was impossible. You were starting to forget how soft his lips were, how husky his voice got when he wanted you... Fuck, you were getting wet just thinking about Yoongi in the bedroom.

You could see him, pulling his shirt off in front of you and throwing it on the floor...

His muscles gleamed in the dim light of the bedroom. His hair messy from being played with. You felt your center throb with need for him.

But as he started walking, he was walking away from you. Towards the door. Where Madema stood, in a beautiful set of lingerie.

“I have her now, and we’ll make children. Something you can’t give me.”

Throwing the blankets off your body you stalked down the hall like an angry bull. Heading towards the kitchen to get something to drink. You got some water from the sink and threw it back, gulping it down thirstily. When you heard footsteps coming towards you.

You saw the two of them round the corner, both immersed in conversation.

“Exactly, I’m so glad you understand,” Madema smiled.

“Yes, and furthermore-oh Y/N, what are you doing out of bed?” Yoongi asked.

“Why do you care?” you asked, looking at him unimpressed.

“What?” he asked, seeming shocked.

“Nothing, nevermind,” you said, moving to put the glass in the sink when it fell from your grip and shattered on the floor.

“Y/N!” Yoongi yelped, coming forward.

“Stop, Yoongi, you’ll step on glass,” Madema warned.

“I got it,” you said, starting to pick it up when a wave of dizziness took over you.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Madema asked.

“F-Fine,” you stuttered out.

“You look really pale,” Yoongi said.

“I said I’m fine,” you answered. But the black spots blurring your vision said otherwise.

“You really should sit down,” Madema said, no real concern in her voice.

“I don’t need your help,” you growled at her.

“Where is all of this hostility coming from? Y/N?” Yoongi asked.

“Nothing, you two, I’m fine,” you said, pushing away from him and moving away from the broken glass. Just as you were about to book it down the hallway, you fell to your knees. Your legs unable to support you any longer. You heard the echoing of footsteps, but you didn’t really register them in your brain. But you felt cool hands on your sides, shaking you lightly.

“Y/N? Y/N!” Yoongi yelled at you.

“Yoongi...” you whispered, not having the strength to turn your head to look at him.

“Madema we should get her into the lab and do some bloodwork,” Yoongi suggested. But the second you heard her name come out of his mouth, everything seemed crystal clear again.

“No,” you ripped away from him yet again, and struggled to stand to your feet.

“Y/N?” Yoongi questioned, watching as you wobbled on your two legs for a second.

“I don’t want to get any blood work done. I’m fine,” you grit out, using the wall as you continued to walk away from them.

“Yoongi, she’s clearly in distress. Do you have a sedative or anything like that?” Madema asked from behind you.

“Yoongi,” you said, his blue head turned to you. “If you love me, please trust in the fact that I’m okay. You don’t need to do bloodwork, you don’t need to check me over. I’m okay. I promise,” you smiled, weakly.

“Okay, if you’re really sure,” he said, coming over to place his hand on your head.

It was one of the only times he’s touched you since Madema got here.

You relished in his cool hands, cradling you with such tenderness it made your heart leap into your throat. You wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him into a hug. Yoongi found purchase on your hips and rested his head atop of yours. It was so nice to hold him like this. Especially with that little space nerd watching.

Stealing a glance her way, you could see the jealousy in her eyes. Just to rub it in a bit more, you leaned in for a kiss. Yoongi obliged you and gave you a gentle peck in return, but it lit a fire in your stomach that you wanted quenched...

“Yoongi,” you whispered, tugging on his sleeves like you did when you wanted something.

“Hmm?” he asked, enjoying the moment with you.

“Come to bed? Can’t you continue your research tomorrow? Don’t you remember our research?” you asked, placing his hand on your stomach softly.

Yoongi visibly gulped as he felt the softness of your lower stomach.

“I-I don’t, um, you said you weren’t feeling well and I don’t want to jeopardize your health or-”

“No, Yoongi. By all means, abandon our research and have a little fun with your trollop over there,” Madema walked up to the pair of you. “But humans are only pets on Opthmalima.”

She started to walk away, and you felt a sick sense of gratification flush over you.

“Madema wait!” Yoongi said, moving towards her.

“Yoongi?” you asked, his hand still in yours.

“Y/N... I-I don’t...” he said.

“Don’t what Yoongi,” Madema said.

“Don’t make me choose,” he said, looking at the pair of you desperately.

“Fine,” you both said at the same time.

“Y/N, just go to bed. We can talk about this some other time. Madema go to the lab and wait for me there,” he said, letting go of your hand completely.

You stared at your outstretched hand like an idiot. But you really couldn’t believe it.

“No, I’ll make this easy,” you said, pushing past them both.

“Y/N!? Where are you going?” he asked, sounding almost annoyed.

“Doesn’t matter,” you said, turning around. “Cause you won’t have to see me again.”

--

Yoongi sat in the lab, the familiar sounds of his tech working always seemed to help him calm down. But not this time.

‘Cause you won’t have to see me again.’

What did you mean by that?

Were you serious?

Yoongi wasn’t sure if he could handle not seeing you again...

“Yoongi?” Madema asked, coming closer to him.

“Yes?” he answered, turning to face her.

“What kind of research were you and Y/N, conducting? No offense but she doesn’t seem like the brightest star in the sky if you ask me,” she said, fiddling with her drink.

“Ah, well... It became less research and more... How do I put this? Genuine affection,” Yoongi answered.

“What was the initial research?” she asked again.

“Well, Y/N is a human and she comes from a stagnant gene pool. We saw the result of infertility on Plasmaxine 9, and it was haunting. The way people were dying and life wasn’t able to find a way to come through once more. So, I started researching humans, and to see if there was a way to save them. Although, since humans are more primitive than most species, there isn’t a lot of books about them or their anatomy. So, Y/N offered her body up for research,” Yoongi said, awkwardly rubbing his hands together.

“How do you mean?”

“Well, we-uh... Started having sexual intercourse and attempting to have a child,” Yoongi said.

“Are you kidding? With her?” Madema said, looking off in disgust.

“What’s the matter?”

“Well, humans are so basal and primal. They don’t think with logic, but with their emotions. It’s almost sad how imperfect they are. That’s why we keep them as pets, we pity them. So, on Opthmalima, we give them to the labor force or we have them for an accessory. Especially children, because they are so rare.”

The way Madema was talking made Yoongi sick.

“An accessory? No species should be used as an accessory, or a show of someone’s wealth. That's truly disturbing, Madema,” Yoongi said, standing up.

“It wasn’t said to upset you, Yoongi. I know you’re fond of Y/N-”

“I’m not fond of her, I love her,” he said, firmly.

“I don’t know how much of it is love, or how much of it is a mutual dependence,” Madema said, playing with her nails.

“Explain,” Yoongi said quietly.

“Well, she was all you had for two years, correct? And she nursed you back to health after you crash landed in her cornfield. No doubt you feel indebted to her. She saved you. But after all that time, living in close proximity with her, it must’ve made you feel comfortable around her. And she was comfortable around you. You two are friends, and that’s wonderful Yoongi. But she’s a human, they are a dying breed. So are you sure you love her or you want to save her? When did these feelings of affection start on your side?” she asked.

“Shortly after she kissed me for the first time,” he explained.

“I see, then may I conduct an experiment?” she asked.

“What is your experiment-”

Then her lips were on his. She was warm to the touch, lips a little wet but nothing bad. Although, Yoongi couldn’t get over how wrong this felt. She was touching him, and he didn’t particularly enjoy that.

Pulling away, Yoongi looked at her with discomfort.

“I know physically I’m more attractive than Y/N, but we don’t have as much history. So the physical attraction should make up the difference for knowing her better. So, what did you think?”

“I didn’t particularly enjoy that,” Yoongi said, rubbing his face.

“Yes I know-wait what?” Madema said, face suddenly very shocked.

“It’s not the same with you. I don’t think it ever will be no matter how much I know you,” he said.

“That’s not factual,” Madema said, fist clenching at her sides.

“Neither is you getting upset by this,” Yoongi pointed out.

“I’m merely trying to show you that I have everything she has! And it’s better! I’m healthier than she is, I’m part of a good family with good genetics, so why not pick me to breed with? With our knowledge put together maybe our child could find a way to save humanity,” she argued.

“I don’t want to have a child with you, I hardly know you,” he said.

“Don’t Uzmanic males have offspring with at least 20 Uzmanic women? Except, you didn’t go to the breeding rituals did you. You’ve had intercourse with your kind but you never impregnated one did you. And now you’re having troubles impregnating Y/N. You said you’ve been trying for months. Uzmanic males are very virile, there shouldn’t be any problems with you getting Y/N, pregnant. And yet, there’s a hiccup in the system isn’t there?”

“I don’t understand what you’re insinuating,” Yoongi said, not liking this conversation anymore.

“I’m saying, maybe the problem lies in the pairing. Maybe you aren’t meant to breed with your kind or humans. Maybe you should try getting me pregnant,” she suggested.

“That is horribly thought out,” Yoongi said.

“And yet having a baby with a human isn’t?”

“I think I’d like for you to leave,” Yoongi said.

“Yoongi I’m only trying to go about this logically-”

“I’m tired of listening to you, I may have lost the best person in my life because of you. And I’m not going to take that sitting down. I would like for you to leave. And consider our research null,” he said, walking towards the door.

“You can’t do this!”

“I believe I just did, goodbye Madema,” Yoongi said, heading out to find you.

--

You’d left with barely any money or any of your own stuff. That was a little stupid of you, but it didn’t matter now. You weren’t going anywhere anyways. You gripped your sleeves as you walked through the abandoned streets. You had also been crying on and off since you left. You just wanted Yoongi to come up behind you and wrap his arms around you, protecting you from everything. But he was back with that stupid woman. No doubt continuing your research with her. She’s much prettier anyways...

A sudden churn in your stomach had you vomiting on the side of the road.

However, for some reason, you had this nagging in the back of your head.

‘Get a test.’

‘Get a test.’

You weren’t even sure where to buy a pregnancy test around here, but this feeling inside of you. You had to take one. Now.

So you hurried inside of a local store, looking around and trying to find something that resembled the pregnancy tests you had on Earth. But there wasn’t much that seemed similar.

“Need some help?” a woman behind you asked.

“I-I’m looking for the-ah, pregnancy tests?” you said, wincing as you said it.

“Oh! Right here!” she said, handing you a pink box.

“Lovely, thank you,” you said, moving towards the check out.

Soon you were sat in the bathroom, looking down at the floor waiting for the minutes to be up.

It’s probably negative but you wanted to take one. As you thought about it more, you hadn’t gotten your period yet. Although it wasn’t late by much. But, as you looked at the clock and down to the test... It was enough.

+

The little plus sign looked back at you with almost a grave sense of finality.

“Oh fuck,” you whispered, leaning your head back against the wall...

Of course it would happen when you decided to leave him. You were shocked but at the same time, not surprised. You and Yoongi had been having unprotected sex for a while, and you hadn’t been feeling well recently. No doubt you were in the early stages of pregnancy. Looking in the bathroom mirror you lifted your shirt, rubbing your stomach gently...

“Well kid, what are we gonna do now?” you whimpered, the feeling of tears coming over you.

What would Yoongi say if he were here right now?

Would he be happy? Nervous?

You didn’t want to think about it too much. It just made you want to cry harder.

Shuffling your way out of the store you headed towards the outskirts of the city. No doubt there would be beggars there, but you kept your eyes down and head straight forward. There wasn’t much to see out here. Mainly old burnt down buildings and a couple of shacks.

You sat down in an abandoned house, looking around. There wasn’t much left there except a moth eaten blanket and an old couch. A couple broken mirrors and some old furniture also occupied the space. You sighed and went to go sit down.

You laid there for what felt like moments, but soon you saw it was turning dark outside. A chill ran down your spine at the thought of being out here alone. But you weren’t really alone... You rubbed your stomach gently, thinking of your future.

When footsteps alerted you to a new presence.

“W-Who’s there?”

“Y/N?” Yoongi’s voice echoed through the hall.

“Get fucking lost Yoongi, go back to Madema,” you growled, turning your back to him.

“Y/N, please listen to me,” he said, coming closer.

“Don’t, I don’t want to hear it,” you said, already feeling the tears starting.

“Please, I sent her away, she’s already left,” he said, pleading in his voice.

“It doesn’t matter Yoongi, it was clear who you chose,” you said, venom leaking into your tone.

“Y/N, please, I love you,” he said softly, reaching out to take your hand.

His cool hand made you jump lightly, but you couldn’t help how your fingers interlocked with his. He tugged lightly and you were falling back into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing your head slowly.

“I love you,” he whispered, rubbing his head against your cheek. Resting his lips on your shoulder.

You felt yourself melt against him, feeling so safe and secure in his arms once more. The anger and jealousy in your veins was slowly being stamped out. Yoongi’s lips were running along your neck and shoulder line, making you quiver lightly. Quickly, you turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I love you too,” you said back, tears flowing freely from you.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, petting your head gently.

“I thought you didn’t love me anymore, I thought that it was really over between us. And it killed me inside,” you sobbed, shaking in his grasp.

Yoongi’s heart broke a million times over at your shattered voice. The way you trembled in his arms.

“I’m so sorry, I’ve been a horrible partner. I-I can’t apologize enough for my behavior,” he said, wiping away your tears.

“Yoongi,” you whispered, looking down at the floor.

“Yes, Y/N?”

“I-I have something to tell you,” you said quietly.

“What is it?” He asked, concern leaking into his voice.

“I’m pregnant,” you said softly.

Yoongi froze in your arms, like a statue. You waited for something, anything to come from him. Although you didn’t expect him to fall to his knees in front of you.

“Yoongi?!” You gasped, moving to catch him but he slipped right through your arms.

“I’m okay,” he said softly, not moving.

“Are you sure?” You asked, putting your hands on his head gently.

“Yes, I’m fine, just... I’m overwhelmed,” he said, pulling you forward by your hips and placing a strong kiss to your stomach.

“Yoongi,” you said, smiling lightly.

“Stars you’re pregnant, Y/N, you’re really pregnant? Did you take a test?” he asked, looking up at you.

“Yes, it wasn’t an expensive one. But, maybe you should do some blood work back in the lab?” you asked.

“Yes, I concur. Let’s go home,” he smiled, moving to stand up. When his legs faltered. You smirked, and helped him stand.

“Come on you big lug, let’s get out of here,” you said, giving him a soft peck on the cheek.

He gave a gummy grin and the two of you walked out of there and back to the spaceship.

--

When Yoongi confirmed your pregnancy about a month ago you couldn’t be happier. The pair of you had laid in bed, looking at your stomach with such love and adoration it made your chest ache. But the longer you went on, the more you realized that you wanted him... Badly. And Yoongi was absolutely oblivious to your desires.

Any time there would be a smidge of sexual tension, Yoongi would simply brush it off. It didn’t seem to affect him one bit. But the longing to be with him, was starting to make you think ridiculous things.

But it was difficult when you didn’t think your partner found you attractive. Was it because you were pregnant? You were barely showing yet. You held your stomach protectively. Already feeling so much love for the being growing inside of you. But Yoongi and you hadn’t had sex since before Madema...

Mind made up, you decided to head towards the lab.

Yoongi had been running all kinds of tests on you and your baby, to ensure you and the child were healthy. But he was always tuned into your needs, at least of this variety, asking if you wanted to stop for the day. If you needed anything and if there was something he could do to lessen the symptoms.

He was so attentive in certain areas of your life that it made your heart stammer with so much love. And then there were the times where he was a complete and utter idiot and it made you want to pummel him into the floor.

Although love is all about that balance.

Walking into the lab you saw Yoongi, head in his notebook sleeping. A smile graced your features as you looked at him. He had a soft pout on his lips that made you want to ravage him even more.

Carefully you walked over and placed a hand on his back. Yoongi groaned softly, wiggling in his seat. You soothed your hands down his back, leaning next to his ear to wake him.

“Yoongi, wake up,” you said, kissing his head.

“Mmm, Y/N,” he mumbled, still in his dream-like state.

“I’m here, come to bed you must be tired,” you said, tugging on his shoulders lightly to get him to stand up. He ignored your pulling, but did open his eyes.

“You’re still awake? Are you feeling alright?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.

“I’m fine, Yoongi, you don’t have to worry,” you said, smoothing the frown off of his face.

“I just want to make sure,” he said, rubbing his thumbs into your hips lightly. Shortly after he was pulling you into his grasp, his head resting right underneath your breasts.

Softly, you ran your fingers through his hair. He almost purred in satisfaction. You kept moving your digits through the silky strands of his scalp, making him push into you further. A soft laugh escaped you, causing Yoongi to look up at you, blinking slowly.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“Nothing, just never thought I’d have a baby, let alone with a spaceman,” you said, tugging his ear gently. He whined at your teasing but placed a soft kiss on your stomach.

“I’m glad you did,” he said, nuzzling into your yielding flesh.

“Me too,” you said.

The pair of you stood like that for a few moments. Just enjoying each other's company, no words were needed. It was just the two of you, together. That’s all you’d ever need, it felt like. Yoongi’s hands stayed appropriately at your hips, never dipping further and gripping the globes of your ass like he loved to do when you two were intimate.

Although you hate to ruin such a sweet moment with being horny, it simply couldn’t wait anymore.

“Yoongi?” you asked, voice coming out a little breathless.

“Yes?” he asked, eyes closed as he leaned against you.

“Can we have sex? You know, before I’m the size of a whale and you don’t want to anymore?” you winced.

Yoongi’s grip tightened on your body, pulling away to look at you. “What do you mean by that?” he asked, frowning.

“I-I just want to be intimate with you while we can,” you said, swallowing hard.

“Do you think my attraction for you has a time limit? That I suddenly won’t want you after you’ve given birth?” he asked, standing up to face you.

“I just, y-you haven’t been touching me lately and I assumed it was because of being pregnant-” Yoongi cut you off.

“I always want you,” he said, as if it were obvious. “It’s you who... who doesn’t want me,” he whimpered.

“What?!” you gasped. “What on earth made you think that?”

“We’re not on Earth currently, but I proposed to you, and you rejected it,” he said, looking downcast.

“I don’t ever recall you asking me to marry you,” you gaped.

“In the cafe, I asked you what you thought about marriage,” he argued.

“And then you said whatever I wanted is what you wanted! Yoongi, I never rejected your proposal because I didn’t know what you were asking me,” you said, smoothing your hand over his cheek.

“You said you didn’t want to, and I didn’t want to pressure you,” he said, biting his lip in frustration.

“Yoongi...” you said, watching his face look at you in anguish.

“I always want you... And when Madema came in and started making a mess of everything, when I thought I lost you, oh stars Y/N I’d never felt pain like that. I don’t want to lose you. I want everyone in the galaxy to know you’re mine, and that I’m yours. I even got you a ring, but when you said you didn’t feel like you needed to get married I-I hid it,” he blushed.

He bought a ring?

“What the fuck?!” you screeched, Yoongi flinched in your hold, making your heart lurch from emotion.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you say what you wanted? Yoongi, if I had known how much it meant to you-”

“That’s exactly why I can’t, because you’ll do it for me. Not because you want to be my wife,” he breathed. You watched the pain on his face, as he tried to smile through it. “But, I want you in anyway you’ll have me. And if that means I never get to marry you, then that’ll be enough. Being here with you, and our baby, that’s all that matters to me.”

You felt the tears rolling down your cheeks. Yoongi pressed soft kisses to your hair, telling you it was okay. That you would always be enough for him. You thought back to the history classes back on Earth. The basis of what marriage was back on your home planet. It was always signified as something necessary if you were going to be matching with someone, that you had to be married and had to make a life with someone you barely knew. But, back before everything went so wrong for humanity, it was supposed to be something done out of love, out of wanting the other person to be wholly yours and to be joined in body and spirit.

Yoongi was offering himself up to you body and spirit and you’d thrown it in the garbage. Your heart ached at the fact you had been so quick to dismiss him. You hadn’t taken what he was asking you seriously and he’d been hurt because of it. Because of you.

“Can I see it?” you asked, pulling away from him and looking up into his watery eyes.

“Huh?” he said, cheeks swollen from tears.

“The ring, can I see it?” you asked. Yoongi’s eyes widened, but he reached inside his coat pocket and pulled out the small box. He opened the box and waited for your reaction. The band was pure white gold, it was beautiful and sparkling in the light. The band had diamonds running all along it, finishing with a stone that looked like it was made of pure starlight. You’d never seen a gem like it.

“It’s a stone from my planet. I got the diamonds from earth and then I got this from, well... I told you already but, it’s a neuron star stone. It’s the final moments of a dying star, locked into a continuous loop that never ends, capturing the beauty of the moment forever. A moment that will never end, because my love for you will never end,” he croaks.

“You promise?” you asked, looking at the ring with red eyes.

“I promise you, my love for you is eternal and as infinite as the universe,” he said, kissing your lips softly.

“You’re supposed to get on one knee,” you said, giving him a soft smile.

“R-Right!” he said, collapsing to his knees, biting his lips.

“Close enough,” you giggled.

“N-Now what?” Yoongi asked.

“Now you ask,” you said. Yoongi’s face wavered for a second.

“You might say no,” he whispered.

“I might not,” you beamed.

“Y/N, will you marry me? Will you be my wife?” he asked, raising the box towards you with shaky hands.

“Yoongi, I would be absolutely delighted to marry you,” you said, falling to your knees and bringing your now fiance into your arms.

“I love you. I’ll love you until all the stars go black,” he said, kissing you gently. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back, just enjoying the feeling of his lips pressed to yours. Yoongi’s thumbs rubbed against your slightly swollen tummy, making you shiver in longing.

“I love you too,” you said as the pair of you pulled apart.

“Can I put it on you?” he asked, gesturing to the ring.

“Please do,” you smiled brightly. Yoongi took your hand, sliding the ring up onto your finger where it sat proudly. Yoongi kissed your hand, and pulled you close once more, breathing in your scent that tended to overwhelm him at times. But now, you just smelt like home. Safe and sound.

You two sat there for a moment or two, just basking in the happiness you’d been granted.

When Yoongi broke the silence.

“Did you say you wanted to have sex?” he asked, hands wandering from their place on your waist to your lower back.

“I-I may have mentioned it, yes,” you said. Yoongi kissed your jaw tenderly, making goosebumps rise up on your skin.

“Would you like to? I researched it, and it’s safe to do during pregnancy,” he said, grinding against you lightly.

“You researched it, huh?” you smirked.

“I was worried that I’d hurt you or the baby if we engaged in sexual intercourse during your pregnancy. Since it was difficult for us to get pregnant I didn’t want to endanger the child or you,” he said, not looking at you directly, but you saw the blush on his hot cheeks.

“You know for some people it takes up to a year of consistent unprotected sex before they get pregnant, I don’t think we had that much trouble. You were just impatient,” you said, pushing his chest lightly.

“I-I, uh... Well,” he coughed, trying to hide his need to be right over his pride.

“You’re such an idiot, come on, let’s go,” you said, holding your hand out after you stood up. Yoongi quirked a brow up at you. “Sex, come on.”

Yoongi was quickly on his feet and heading down the hall, you just giggled and went after him.

--

“Should you-ah! B-Be on your knees like that for so long? Let m-me get you a pillow,” Yoongi said, shuffling around while you had his dick almost balls deep in your mouth.

“Stop moving, I want you to cum in my mouth,” you complained as his wiggling pulled his cock from your warmth. Yoongi got you to kneel on the pillow instead, making him smile in victory.

“Why would I cum in your mouth? When your pussy is wet and waiting for me?” he asked, raising a brow. You swallowed hard at his words, biting your lip before moving closer to pump him a few more times.

“Let me go a little more, just a little longer,” you pleaded. “You got me a pillow and everything.”

“Never said that pillow was for you to keep kneeling on,” Yoongi smirked.

“Gonna fuck me?” you asked, breathless at the thought.

“Yeah,” he growls, kneeling on the floor as well. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you against his body and kissing your neck and shoulder. You trailed your hands up his waist and tightened on his biceps, grounding yourself to him. Yoongi groaned against your skin when he ground his hard member on your stomach.

“Jesus you’re so hard,” you moaned, taking his member in your hand for a moment.

Yoongi gripped your wrist, not hard but enough to get your attention.

“D-Don’t, if you do that I’ll cum and I want it all inside you,” he groaned. You gently pulled your hand away.

“Then hurry up and put it in me,” you whined, Yoongi looked at you in surprise.

“B-But are you wet enough? I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, kissing your shoulder with a tenderness that was so uniquely him.

“Touch me and find out,” you urged, rutting your hips forward. Yoongi hissed at the friction on his sensitive dick but reached down regardless. You’d already removed your pants, leaving you in your t-shirt and panties. His fingers made their way down your stomach, caressing the skin there lovingly. You smiled before he sunk his digits in your underwear.

Yoongi outright moaned at the sensation of your wet folds soaking his fingers. He pulled his hand out and brought his fingers to his tongue, sucking the slick off himself. Quickly you connected your mouths and eagerly tasted yourself on his lips.

“Bend over,” Yoongi growled, looking down at your drenched panties. You did as he asked, using the pillow under your knees to cushion your elbows. Yoongi palmed the flesh of your ass, watching with rapt attention as your center clenched around nothing.

You turned around and looked at him over your shoulder, sending him a daring gaze that made his cock throb even harder. Yoongi moved closer, pulling your panties to the side and stared at your wet pussy with raging desire.

“Take me, I’m yours, always,” you said, leaning your head down on the floor and raising your ass higher in the air.

“Fuck,” he moaned, taking his length in his hand before guiding it inside you with little hesitation. You cried out at the thickness filling you so suddenly, but you relished in the slight burn. Yoongi gripped your hips and helped pull you back a little further, finally sinking inside of you all the way.

“Oh shit, Yoongi,” you whimpered, feeling so stuffed.

“I’m not gonna last, fuck, fuck!” he snarled, leaning forward and bucking into you at the same time.

“Don’t want you too, just want your cum. Want you so deep, please,” you cried, reaching back for him. Yoongi’s hand intertwined with yours, locking you both into the solid rhythm he carried.

“You feel so good, Y/N, so good around me,” he whimpered, hitting that spot inside you that made stars dance across your vision.

You knew being pregnant made you sensitive, but were you feeling this way because you were pregnant? Or was it because of the man you were making love to? You felt the raw emotion climbing up your throat at the thought of marrying him, birthing his child and living together happily. It was everything you’d ever wanted and more.

Yoongi wasn’t good at emotions. No Uzmanic was, but, this feeling between the two of you right now? It was the most precious gift, beside the child nestled deep inside you, that you’d given him. The ability to love, the ability to be vulnerable and not have to be right all the time. It was so perfect, because it was yours. It was the love of the two of you combined that had made the being inside of you that already made his heart weep with joy.

Uzmanics were aloof creatures.

They valued logic and reason above all else.

But Yoongi found that you were his reason. Not in the logical sense, but in the physical sense. You were his reason to get up, to continue on, to be the best version of himself that there could be. You made him want to try.

The burning sensation in his eyes made him confused.

Was he crying?

Now?

Apparently he was.

“Oh-Yoongi, what’s wrong?” you asked, gasping a little as another harsh thrust came from him.

“I-I love you, so much,” he hiccuped, picking you up by your shoulders and molding your back to his front as he hammered into you faster.

“I-shit! I love you too, more than anything,” you said, breathless as he continued to pound into your sweet cunt faster and faster.

“I can’t hold it, I’m gonna cum. Want you to cum with me,” he said, breathing harsh into your ear.

“Yeah, wanna cum too. Just give me a little help,” you encouraged, placing one of his hands on your lower stomach and the other on your clit. Yoongi got the message and started rubbing your engorged pearl desperately. Like it was the last thing he’d ever do.

“Fuck, baby, cumming. Gonna cum,” he cried, burying his face in your neck and pistoning his hips faster inside of you. It almost hurt how hard he was going, but the burn was delicious as you felt sparks shoot up your spine as he played with your clit.

“In me, want it in me. Fill me up baby, come on,” you encouraged, locking your hand behind his head.

“Oh shit! Y/N!” he sobbed, hips stopping as jets of his hot seed filled you to the brim. His fingers didn’t stop on your clit, however, and soon after you were falling off the precipice yourself.

“Yoongi!” you shivered, body hot and sticky all over.

Soon, his length softened and he pulled it out of you with a little hiss. You fell forward, catching yourself on your elbows on the pillow. Yoongi fussed, bringing you into his arms. Carefully, he lifted you up and placed you in bed, walking to go get something to clean you up with.

Yoongi came back with a pair of boxers on and a wet cloth for you. Unconsciously, he placed a pillow under your hips, urging you to relax before stopping in his tracks.

“I-I guess you don’t have to anymore, if you don’t want to...” he murmured.

“It’s cute,” you smirked.

Soon after, you were both wrapped up in bed. Yoongi kissed your forehead softly, looking at you with nothing but love and adoration. Giving him a delicate peck on the mouth you closed your eyes and smiled briefly, this... This is love.

--

The night sky was always the prettiest right after a storm.

It seemed like the stars shined brighter that way.

You stood outside, wrapped in a shawl while staring up at the sky. You heard the sounds of your husband calming your distressed daughter. Yoongi was in love the moment she was born, and hardly slept the first few weeks because all he wanted to do was watch her.

Shortly, you heard your daughter’s cries calm and the door to her nursery shut.

The distinct sound of footsteps on the wooden stairs echoed through the sleepy night.

Warmth enveloped you as you looked up at the sky once more.

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered.

“It is,” Yoongi said, also looking up.

“I’m sorry I took you from it, for wanting us to raise Mae here,” you whispered.

“I’m not sorry. It’ll be good for her to have some stability when she’s little. Maybe when she’s older we can take her for a trip, I’m not worried about it,” he said, kissing your cheek.

“You’re so sweet to me,” you smiled, turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“You’ve given me everything, I think I can be sweet to you in return,” he smiled.

“Remember when you asked me to come with you that night? I was crying like an idiot and you touched my boob by accident,” you laughed. Yoongi’s cheeks blossomed in embarrassment.

“I thought you were dying! What was I supposed to do?”

“Not accidentally grope me,” you chuckled. “I’m so glad I went with you.”

“Me too,” he agreed, kissing your lips.

You fell into the rhythm of connecting like it was second nature. Your daughter was barely a month old but you feel like you hadn’t had him in ages.

“You know, I was terrified the last time I stood here,” he said, holding you.

“Why?”

“Remember that Uzmanics can see visions and other people's emotions? Even if you don’t want us to see them, we will. Unless we build up a tolerance and can effectively block that line,” he explained. “That night, I saw you holding a baby that looked Uzmanic. You weren’t consciously thinking about it. But, your heart was. And now we’re here. With our baby, and she’s so perfect. So utterly perfect, and healthy. All thanks to you,” he breathed, kissing your lips again.

“Well, it takes two,” you smirked.

“I’m happy to be of service,” he smiled.

“I’m sure,” you laughed.

The pair of you looked up at the sky, and suddenly, bright flashes of light came raining down.

“Shooting stars!” you cried, looking at them in wonder. “Quick you have to make a wish!” you said, holding his hand.

“I don’t need to,” Yoongi said. “I’ve got everything I’ve ever wanted and more... Right here, with you.”

This gave you pause.

“I have one wish. That our daughter will grow up healthy and strong and help lead humanity to a better tomorrow,” you said.

“That’s a big job for a little girl,” Yoongi commented, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“She can do it, I know she can,” you encouraged.

“If anyone could, it’d be her.”

“Still don’t have a wish?” you asked.

“Maybe one,” he smiled.

“Hmm, what is it?” you asked.

“Another baby, with you,” he said, blushing cutely.

“I guess that can be arranged. Maybe when she’s a little older?” you teased.

“Maybe. But I don’t see the harm in practicing,” he said, pushing into your personal space hotly.

“I’m sure you don’t,” you laughed.

“Perhaps another one then. I want our daughter to find love, like we did,” he said, resting his forehead against yours. “One that’ll be there, even if all the stars go black.”

You smiled then, kissing him passionately in the cornfield where it all started. With just the light of the stars illuminating you, you found peace. Because the love you shared, was wider than the cosmos above.

Ambrosia - Prologue

Park Jimin (Aphrodite) X Reader

Genre: GreekGod!AU, Genderbent Aphrodite!AU, Romance, Fluff, Angst, Slow Burn and Smut (Future)

Warnings: Mentions of terminal illness, Jimin in a SUIT, Namjoon being a lil nosy, profanity (if I forgot anything please let me know!)

Words: 3.1k (YA GIRL PROCRASTINATED TOO LONG AND DIDN'T GET THE FULL CHAPTER DONE SO WE'RE DOING A PROLOGUE. K? K.)

Summary: Cast out of Olympus with the task to find his one true love, Aphrodite is certain his match will come to him. But as the years drag on, what happens when the God of Love, gives up?

Days in a flower shop in the middle of a decent sized town can pass by fast or slow. There can be days with what feels like hundreds of orders coming through the tiny store, and then there are the days where the employees just wind up looking at their phones the whole time and not one soul passes through the door.

But on special days, all it takes is one person to walk through those doors and everything changes.

This is a story of one of those days.

--

Tuesdays could seriously go fuck off for all you cared. This particular Tuesday was proving to be a test on every ounce of your patience and every single time you heard that door bell ring as the gates of hell opened, your shoulders sagged a little more. Something about their flowers wasn’t right. The blue wasn’t like the sky but like the sea and that’s an issue. The flowers look wilted. Always something.

But, like you did every day you turned to the customer and gave them a huge smile, ready to help them with whatever they needed. Even if it meant losing your sanity little by little.

The day passed this way, going on and the clock didn’t seem to be moving at your desired pace. So, you sat on the chair behind the desk at the front and gazed out the window.

It was a warmer spring day.

The trees were budding and life was returning after a long winter. You loved this time of the year. Everything becoming new again, alive and welcoming. But, it also means more work for you. It’s never been a problem, but this past year has been particularly hard.

Your younger sister passed away.

She’d been fighting a long illness, one with a poor prognosis. At a young age you and Sana were placed in the foster system, living with a decent enough upbringing. The foster parents were never mean or cruel, but they weren’t your parents. Whom you barely remembered now. So when you turned eighteen you asked if you could become her legal guardian. Your foster parents had agreed, wishing you and her the best of luck...

But luck had never been on you or your sister’s side.

Her illness started to rapidly progress, causing more and more doctor’s visits and more money being pulled from your measly savings. It wasn’t enough. You were having to take out loans and everything just to keep the lights on in your apartment.

Sana, however, kept her spirits high no matter the situation. She was the positive one. The bright one that everyone gravitated towards in school. She was your light. And now your life is duller. Your sister loved to go through the streets in her wheelchair, looking at the budding leaves and flowers that were growing on the trees.

“Look Y/N!” she’d squeak. “They’re so beautiful. I want to open a flower shop, and I’m going to sell the most beautiful flowers to people.”

As her birthday present you decided to open the flower shop.

It was her last one.

Looking out at the spring blooming in front of you it was hard to be happy, knowing how much your sweet Sana would’ve loved it. Life often wasn’t fair, but you hadn’t expected it to be so. You weren’t a bad person, but bad things had happened. But you were alive, and had a life to keep living.

As much as the flower shop was Sana’s dream, you couldn’t sell it when she died. It had become your safe haven. A little place to call your own. Even if it was Sana’s dream, you had made it real. Real enough for the both of you, and now you gotta keep it going. Even if the loan to open it made your wallet want to cry, it was enough. Plenty.

Because it was yours.

A single tear fell down your cheek as you thought of your beloved sister, and her cute cheeks and beautiful eyes that never held an ounce of fear or regret. A few petals fell from the blossoming tree outside in the wind and fell to the ground in a swirl of pastel hues that made you smile.

More tears moved down your cheeks and you wiped them away in frustration. She wouldn’t want you to be upset, she’d want you to be happy and to continue with your life. Keep going and make something of yourself.

Sana used to say that you were always Y/N the big sister and never just... Y/N. And you knew it was true. You were supposed to take care of her, but now that she’s gone... T-There was no one to care for but yourself.

You’d have to be enough.

Suddenly, the bell above your door ran proudly, making your teary eyes refocus on the person entering the store. Those tears were quickly replaced with a look of wonder.

A man walked through the door, head held high and his eyes scanned the area like he was inspecting it. Wiping your already sweaty palms on your apron you approached him with a gentle smile.

“Welcome to Sana’s flowers, how can I assist you?” you asked, coming towards him. The man took in your appearance and a calm expression steeled over his face.

“Hi, are you Sana?” he asked, referring to the name.

“No, Sana was my sister,” you said, swallowing hard. The man seemed to understand.

“I apologize, I didn’t mean to impose,” he said, bowing lightly.

“You’re fine, no worries. How can I help you?” you asked, looking at his apparel.

He was dressed in a fine suit, tailored to his every inch, must’ve been expensive as hell. You could probably open a whole new section of your shop with the money he was dripping in.

You weren’t known for having an upper class clientele, not that the occasional businessman came in and asked for a bouquet of your finest flowers. Sometimes two... Shaking your head you focused on the man in front of you as best as you could. But, his features were so striking it was hard to keep your eyes from wander...

“Park Jimin,” he introduced, holding his hand out politely.

“Y/N,” you said, extending your own hand and taking his in yours. Shaking gently he gave a smile that could rival the very stars in the sky. This man was more breathtaking the longer you looked, making your palms start to sweat even more.

“A pleasure, Y/N,” he said. “I’m having an event to celebrate my family's company. It’s the 125 year of it’s business and we are looking to source from the local populace instead of corporations to provide a more intimate setting for the investors and other members of the company,” Jimin said, rambling off a lot of information for your sleep deprived brain.

“I see, so you’re looking for floral arrangements?” You asked, heading towards your book of options. Jimin followed you over, leaning towards you so close you could smell his cologne. A spicy scent that wasn’t overpowering but more... alluring? Inviting?

Shaking your head you pulled up your options of centerpieces and the like, showing him what styles you had available and Jimin paid close attention to each set. Asking questions about what flowers would look good in what vases and if they did better in foam or water.

“For events I prefer the foam personally. Less likelihood of someone knocking a vase over and water getting everywhere. But the flowers are more mobile in the water, so it’s about what you’re looking for in regards to the feel,” you said.

Jimin seemed to weigh his options for a moment. “I like the traditional styles you showed me. The simple little flowers decorating around the larger arrangements, it looks classy and provides the color I’m looking for,” he said, nodding.

Making a note you grabbed a notepad to start writing all the information down.

“So when is your event? A month, two?” You said, throwing out a few different times.

“Two weeks,” he said. You froze, swallowing hard.

“Ah, I see,” you said, biting your lip.

“Is that a problem?” He asked, looking up at your pained expression.

“It’s just, the flowers might take a minute to get here. And I arrange everything by hand, so it takes me a little longer. How many tables were you going to have and the garlands for the stairways as well?” You asked.

“Well as for tables I have 150 dinner tables, 50 cocktail tables and 8 large banquet tables. There are two main stairwells that wrap around to the main area so there will be about 400ft worth of garland necessary,” he calculated slowly.

“Okay,” you said, rubbing your temples slowly.

“How many people do you have on your payroll?” He asked, looking around and noticing the empty space.

“Just me. My friend Namjoon likes to come and help sometimes but he’s a full time nurse so,” you shrugged.

“Would you be able to do this in two weeks with just by yourself?” He asked, raising a brow.

“I can always try,” you said, giving a gentle smile.

“How much would it cost?” He asked.

“Depends on the flowers you want, you already picked the style so one second,” you said, grabbing your calculator and running the numbers really quick. “I can do expedited shipping on the flowers to get them here faster but then you run the risk of stems getting broken and not having enough. But I can order more to compensate but then that’s more money,” you said.

Finally you had a total and you frowned.

“It would be around $2,156 if we did the expedited shipping and ordered more flowers to compensate for the potential broken ones,” you said, biting your lip. That was a lot of money to spend on flowers for a simple dinner event. You knew it, but with everything he wanted and the time frame it was the best you could do... You didn’t even charge him for the probability of Namjoon helping. Because then it would jump up to the 3,000 dollar mark and you weren’t going to push your luck.

After a few moments, Jimin pulled out his checkbook and started writing the check out. Your eyes bulged when he pushed the piece of paper towards you, his pen clicking with a sense of finality.

“What kind of flowers should we get?” He said, a smile on his face. You looked down and almost flung the check right back at him.

$5,500

This man had just dropped over five thousand dollars without blinking.

“Th-This is too much,” you said, trying to push it back towards him.

“You charged me for base flowers, and it’s super short notice. Take the extra as a tip,” he smiled.

“I-I can’t accept over two thousand dollars as a tip. If I get audited I’ll be screwed,” you said.

“No you won’t, it’ll be fine. Please, take it,” he encouraged, placing the check back in front of you.

You swallowed thickly, trying to keep yourself from panicking. You did have a large loan payment coming up, and this would lessen that blow significantly...

But wasn’t it wrong?

“Alright...” you trailed off, taking the check and stamping it before putting it in your deposit bag.

“What type of flowers do you recommend using?” He asked, looking at you with a gentle gleam in his bright eyes.

“Peonies and hydrangeas are a great combo with complementary color palettes. I always love doing grass pieces as a nice natural moment but, baby's breath is a classic and more traditional if that’s what you’re looking for,” you said.

“Can we do the soft blue hydrangeas and white peonies?” He asked, looking at the sample photos you had.

“Yes, the white peonies would bring a nice fullness and the hydrangeas can add the color,” you explained.

“Perfect, let’s do that then,” he said, nodding.

“Okay! I’ll get the order to go in and get the expedited shipping and we should get them by the end of the week. They’ll go into the fridge and that should help keep them fresh,” you said.

“Here.”

You turned around to see a small card placed on the table in front of you.

“What’s this?” You asked, lifting the small thing to your eyes.

“My number,” he said, grinning. “Message me when the flowers come in.”

“O-Okay, absolutely!”

Jimin smiled then, a bright dazzle expression that had your mouth drying in longing.

“I look forward to hearing from you, Y/N,” he said.

“I look forward to it as well, Mr. Park,” you said politely. Jimin tutted and shook his head.

“No, Jimin will do just fine. Have a great day Y/N,” he waved, turning on his heel and heading out the door.

You looked at the numbers and sighed.

God you were so fucked.

—

“So, let me get this straight,” Namjoon said over the phone. “Hot guy in a suit comes in and orders a fuck ton of flowers you know you can’t do yourself and you agree because he dropped an extra few grand in the check? Y/N! You can’t do that, I’ll only be able to help you arrange the bouquets the day of. So you’ll have to put them all together yourself! When will you sleep? Eat? Poop!?!” He yelped.

“Firstly, my bowel movements are none of your concern,” you stated. “And second of all, I can’t refuse that kind of money! The next loan payment is going to fuck me over if I don’t have this padding. Please Joonie, tell me you can help me at least the night before,” you pleaded.

“I really can't Y/N, I’m working night rotation. So, I could maybe stop by in the morning but then the flowers have to sit longer,” he reasoned.

“Yeah I know... Can you switch?” You said, a soft voice replacing your whining.

“I wish I could, but there’s hardly any staff that night as it is. And we’re all pulling hours we don’t like. I can’t ask them to do more. Poor Taehyung has already covered me this month and I would rather throw myself in front of a car than ask again,” he said.

“I’m sorry. I know you’re busy and I’m desperate, but... I’ll figure it out,” you said, rubbing your face in exhaustion.

“What kind of asshat doesn’t come in until last minute to order a huge ass amount of floral arrangements?” Namjoon asked.

“An asshat named Park Jimin apparently,” you said, twisting the stem of a flower in front of you.

“You-You mean the Park Jimin?” Namjoon stuttered.

“I don’t know how many of them there are, Namjoon. I just know what this one looked like,” you said.

“Doesn’t he have like, neon pink hair or something?” He asked.

“Um, no? It was blonde-ish when he was in here,” you said.

“Plump lips?”

“Yeah?”

“Eyes that command the panties of women to drop?” He asked.

“Sir, my panties stayed firmly in place so I don’t know what the fuck you’re on about,” you huffed.

“For now, Y/N, for now. Anyways,” he said dismissively. “If this is the Park Jimin we’re talking about you need to be very careful.”

“What? What are you talking about,” you whispered.

“He’s like a sex God or something. He’s got game better than Jordan, okay? But he never commits to anyone,” he said, seriously.

You rolled your eyes, even though the man couldn’t see you.

“My heart isn’t in danger here, Namjoon. We’ll be fine. I can handle an attractive businessman,” you said.

“Yeah, but can your cum thirsty twat handle it?”

“Sir, I’m gonna hang up,” you warned.

“As a nurse I demand to know the last time you got laid,” he said. “It’s for you health of course.”

“That should be a HIPPA violation,” you complained.

“Yeah, not a friendship violation though. Tell me when was the last time you were left boneless between the sheets my guy,” he said.

“I don’t see how this has to do with floral arrangements,” you sighed. “But since your bitch ass needs to know it was about a year ago.”

“Well, maybe it is time to get back in the ring,” he reasoned.

“Namjoon, there’s no need to get me a suitor. You’re not my dad trying to get another cow on the farm or something,” you joked.

“Do you think Park Jimin would give me a cow if I gave him you?” He asked, sounding too serious for your liking.

“I’m really gonna hang up now,” you said, pulling your phone away from your face.

“Just, be safe Y/N! Don’t work too hard, I love you!” You heard screamed from the receiver.

“Yeah love you too Joonbug,” you said, hanging up and looking at the clock. The numbers glared back at you like they were judging you for being up this late. But you simply shrugged and went and took a much needed shower.

That man had you sweating like a sinner in church.

As you bathed you tried to think of your next plan of attack, but the water was too warm and soon you found yourself relaxing into the stream happily. Once you were done you cracked open a can of beer and sat down in your living room ready to start the night right, when a message floated across your screen.

Joonbug: IS THIS THE CULPRIT?!? Jpg.1013

You stared at the screen with an unamused face, but picked up your device anyway. Namjoon had sent you the picture and you could tell the fucker picked the first one off of google images like the lame hoe he was, but you looked regardless.

And, surprisingly, it was him.

The cherubic cheeks and wide smile, bright eyes and an alluring body. You sighed and texted him back.

Y/N: Yea, that’s him.

Joonbug: OH REAAALLLLYYYY???

Y/N: I hate you so much.

Joonbug: You can’t resist. THIS.

Y/N: I’ve resisted your rat poison for years, I think I got it.

Joonbug: EXcUSE MEEEE??? I am at least some kind of like, sexy poison???

Y/N: I’m dying either way, why do I care if it’s sexy or not?

Joonbug: :((((((

You left the conversation at that, but your mind began to wander. How were you going to finish this order and not embarrass yourself in front of a multimillionaire?

Maybe you bit off more than you can chew...

I love your writings babe 😢❤️ i have read it all and i cant wait for more chapters of everything!!! Since this is an ask, where are you from?:)

Ahhhh thank you!! You’re so sweet 🥺💕 I’m from the US and I’m in the EST. But I’m not really comfortable putting out anything more than that.

But thank you for your sweet words bb!!

Oh my God the second chapter of taming the beast was nothing short of incredible. Like I never saw a lot of things coming. I'm glad that taehyung finally understood that she is as vulnerable and human as him but still try to hold on and do her best for her people overcoming whatever situation was thrown at her. I understand Like this story is set in the past and sexism was pretty much prevalent then but still mu blood boiled and felt indignation when the oc saved taehyung and the response she got from others was that she was purposefully trying to humiliate him. Like do they not have brains at all? Why would someone risk their own life just to humiliate another person like it makes absolutely no sense whatsoever. My heart also goes out for teahyung who is forced to pretend he is not weak even when he almost died and i truly agree with what you said there, it is really a strength to acknowledge when you need help and to let others help you then, it shows maturity and humbleness. And the secret plotting against taehyung? That was somehow something I expected and never expected simultaneously does that even make sense? And I have a sneaking suspicion it is either Xavier or seokjin but that's just my gut feeling tho. And I really hope Elaine wouldn't go as far as to fake a baby, because as far as I can understand where she is coming from, she is going to really loose taehyung once he finds out it was not true (which he will if after 3 months she still doesn't start showing and I hope Elaine and the plotter won't plan another things to rectify that) and I'm happy to see taehyung actually being fond of her and taking care of her feelings. And I am absolutely in love with the oc in this story she is just so amazing.This is just a really beautiful story and I'm very excited to see what more you have in store for us. Sending lots of love your way 💗

This is the longest ask I’ve ever received and I’m so soft 🥺🥺🥺🥺

I’m so glad you’re enjoying the story and this kind of comment just makes me melt tbh.

And I love thinking through the story and what is in store for the future! You have some interesting observations and things you picked up on 👀 but thank you so much for reading, it truly means the world to me ❤️

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hey babe can i be added to the tag list for taming the beast and vegas baby too?? I love your works!!! ❤️ hope you are coping well with the writing schedule :)

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