Random Question Abt The Bee Hybrids But I Am Actually Very Curious Abt This,,, Since Some Of The Queens

random question abt the bee hybrids but I am actually very curious abt this,,, since some of the queens sons (I mean, there's gotta be A LOT of them right??) wouldn't move out/mate with another queen so they decide to stay with their mom in their own hive. Is there a possibility that some of them would want breed with her?? I mean, the other bees would probably grow old over time so they'd need some younger more fertile males... Would it be possible that they'd breed with their mom?

Getting this question pretty soon after that drama is pretty funny, but fuck I’ll answer it!

In my bee hybrids universe, all of the queen’s children feel platonic love for their mom! If they decide to stay they become your attendants and take care of you, along with keeping you informed of things going on in the hive.

They also become high ranking generals, or work in the high council.

But most of your sons are traded to other hives. In return you receive new bee hybrids that you can mate with. Your sons then also spy on the other hives and report back to you. They’re sneaky, and always make sure that no one is planning to hurt their mama!

Your daughters go off to make their own hives. They’re just as affectionate with their mom, and often want to ditch their queenly duties to go and see you. All they wanna do is snuggle with their chubby mama and get kisses and hugs!

Because of this, you are required to visit your daughters once a month so they continue to properly care for their hive.

There are some hives that are old and outdated, that don’t accept new bees in and only mate with each other. They’re seen as immoral, and ostracized from the meetings of all the local hives.

Most of the bees there are sickly and don’t live for very long. Their queen is selfish, and your hive has taken in a few escapees. They usually still don’t live for very long, but the doctors and medical staff try their best to comfort them and keep them comfortable for the rest of their days.

Your hive is one of the kinder ones. You accept any newcomers and treat them as your own. After quarantine they’re free to join the hive and work and breed like any other bee hybrid would.

Also for future reference, I don’t write incest. It’s in my request info.

Under Our Noses ── bts.

SUMMARY: your hormones and a girl, who is obsessed with your fiancés and insults you, do not go together

GENRE: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

A/N: this is a drabble of my combined beings series (which you can find here hehe) but it can be read as a standalone. this drabble was requested by this anon ask (much love 🤍)

“Are you coming today, baby?”

You hummed against the phone, nodding your head as you got some food ready for you and the boys. “Mhm, I am. I’m preparing some food and then I’m going to ask one of the guards, though, to help me with it because I’m already tired having just made it.”

“My love, today is your day off,” Jimin continued, pinching the bridge of his nose. He and the boys finally convinced you to at least take a day or two off. Being 6 months pregnant, you were starting to get a bit tired standing and going floor to floor, and they even banished you from moving too much. “Come here, okay? I already had the new couch installed for you and there’s so many pillows and blankets so you can make yourself comfortable.”

You giggled at how he spoiled you. “Okay, I’ll be there and please talk to your son. He’s been kicking so much.”

“I’ll scold baby,” he chuckled before responding back to someone. “Also, there’s this new girl… I don’t want to talk shit but I do want to talk shit.”

“Don’t be mean.”

“Alright, alright, I won’t. I’ll tell you when you come here.”

“Okay, then. I’ll be there in a bit! I love you.”

Jimin smiled on his end at your pretty voice. “I love you. Be safe okay?”

“I will. Bye.”

After hanging up, you quickly called a guard over to see if they could help you carry the bags of food, which was a lot considering that there were 7 men who forgot to eat at work. Plus, you now ate for two and the baby was hungry.

Heading towards the building, you greeted the staff members who you have known for a bit now. They all waved and some staff even came to gift you some stuff for your baby, your eyes tearing up at coming to eye the baby shoes in your hands.

As you went into the elevator, you eyed a girl next to you, her fingers quickly typing away while she held onto a coffee cup in one hand. You ignored her and focused ahead of you, slightly wincing at a kick.

“Oh, my God!” The girl exclaimed. The guard in front of you immediately placed his hand on top of the gun hidden away under his blazer, making sure she wasn’t no harm to you. But, she was staring at you with wide eyes as if she’s never seen a pregnant woman. “How many months are you?”

You awkwardly smiled and rubbed your belly, unintentionally showing off your engagement ring. “I’m 6 months.”

“You look beautiful!” The girl continued gushing, pushing up her glasses that were falling down the bridge of her nose. You smiled and bowed your head, thanking her for the compliments.

“Thank you,” you said before looking towards the floor number. “Do you work here?”

“Oh, yeah,” she chuckled, placing a strand of her hair behind her ear. “You probably don’t know him personally but, I work for Mr. Park. I came to get him coffee.”

You smiled at the mention of Jimin. “Oh, how’s he like to work with?”

“He’s great!” She gasped as if not even believing you would ask such a question. She looked at the food. “Oh, are you bringing food to co-workers?”

“Um, no,” you shook your head. “I’m going to see my husban—”

“I’m sorry, I just am so busy with getting things for Mr. Park,” the girl continued laughing, scrunching her nose as she gestured towards her phone. You nodded, smiling politely before looking away. “I still can’t believe sometimes I work with him and I’m even more surprised at the fact that I got accepted to work here. I lied in my resume just so I could see how handsome Bangtan is and it was worth it!”

You cleared your throat rather awkwardly and continued shaking your head along her words. You were rather surprised she got accepted so easily judging from the fact that the boys themselves did a thorough background on their employees or had other people do it for them.

“That’s nice,” you commented, glancing at your guard who seemed confused and annoyed at the girl’s words. Though, you assumed it was just a girl excited to work.

“Oh, by the way,” she said, pointing towards the buttons. “You didn’t press on your floor.”

“It’s okay,” you smiled, waving her off. “I’m going on the same floor as you either way.”

“Do you have to talk to Mr. Park about anything?” She pestered on and you frowned. If she knew who the boys were, surely she should know you considering that your face and name were associated with the 7 anytime they would be mentioned.

“Um, no,” you replied, mentally sighing in relief when the elevators opened. You let her go first and your guard went second, making sure to stray you away from the girl. “I’m here to visit.”

“Oh, I didn’t hear anything about someone having an appointment,” you sighed as you now fully realized who she is. Jimin had mentioned that his old assistant, a friend of yours, Binna, had retired to focus on her children, and he was now looking for someone to take the spot permanently. She probably might be the girl he wanted to talk shit about, too. “I’m sorry, ma’am but I can’t let you in unless your name is here.”

“I don’t need to,” you said, lifting your hand. “He’s my fiancé and the father of my child.”

You watched her enthusiastic expression start fading and transition to one of seriousness. “Oh.”

“So, I’m going.”

“You still can’t,” she stopped you, heading in front of you, hand meeting your wrist. You looked at where she held you and you turned to look at your guard, gesturing towards the elevator with your eyes. He frowned as if making sure and you closed your eyes, stating that it was fine to go. After all, he was going to personally call Taehyung who was a floor above. You turned to eye the woman in front of you with a deadpan expression as your guard walked away. “Mr. Park is in a meeting.”

“That’s not what he told me,” you shrugged, hearing your guard pressing on the elevator button. “I also advise you not to touch me either.”

“Look, your fiancé didn’t tell you about him going to a meeting, he told me instead,” she sarcastically smiled, getting annoyed. “Clearly he didn’t think you’re worth enough to know about his business.”

“And what are you gonna do if I don’t listen to you and go instead?” You arched a brow, looking at her up and down. “All of my fiancés are in charge of you, not just Jimin.”

“Oh, please,” she scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “You act as if you scare me. You don’t. You’re nothing but a whore, I mean… sleeping around with 7 men? Do better.”

“I just think you’re jealous,” you squinted your eyes, a small smile spreading on your lips.

“Why would I be jealous when you look the way you do?” She snorted, her turn now to eye you up and down. “That baby is nothing. You’re nothing. I even feel sorry for the unborn child for even getting you as a mother. A terrible mother.”

Your chest was hit with such pain and sadness. You turned to look at the elevator that dinged and came to find all of the boys with your guard, their eyes lighting up when they came to see your figure. Though, their faces morphed into one of confusion and horror when they saw your eyes being filled with unshed and your bottom lip sticking out.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong, beautiful?” Jungkook stepped in first, his hand immediately coming to rest behind your head as soon as you face planted on his chest. “What happened?”

“Nothing,” the girl hummed, giving them a smile as if she hadn’t insulted you at all. “I was just complimenting my dear friend here about her pregnancy.”

Hoseok frowned at her words and kneeled beside you. “Hey, is that true, my love?” You shook your head and he turned to glare at the girl. “You’re lying.”

“N-no,” the girl stuttered out, trying her hardest to maintain her composure. “She’s lying.”

“Excuse you?” Yoongi immediately questioned, his own arms crossing over his chest as he eyed the girl with a frown. “What did you say?”

“You can’t possible believe her,” the girl scoffed.

“So, you’re saying you think we’re stupid enough to believe the girl we’re going to marry over some girl we just met?” Yoongi frowned, glaring at her. “That’s not how it works.”

“What happened, pretty girl?” Taehyung patted your hair as Jimin came to kiss your head.

“She said that the baby and I are nothing,” you sniffed, letting out shaky breaths at recalling her words.

“You said that?” Jungkook spat out, his hooded eyes now meeting the other girl’s own as he softly shushed your cries, not being able to bear the fact you were crying.

“She also said she’s sorry for our baby for having me as a mother,” you raised your head and Taehyung wiped your tears away as his jaw clenched at your revelation. “She said I was going to be a terrible mother, too!”

You burst into tears again and the girl swore she was melting on the floor by their intense gaze. She gulped and nervously laughed.

“I did not say that at all,” she lied through gritted teeth, shaking her head and hands simultaneously.

Your body now seethed with anger and sadness, and you pointed at her with your face still buried on Jungkook’s chest. “She tried hitting me, too.”

“I-” Jimin simply let out in shock as the others froze in their place. Jimin slowly turned to look at the girl. “Excuse you? You tried doing what?”

“I didn’t try anything!” She exclaimed with wide eyes and parted lips. She looked at you in disbelief but the boys covered your shaking body by standing in front of you.

“What the fuck is your problem, huh?” Namjoon questioned, a serious look on his face. “She’s pregnant and here you are insulting her and trying to hit her? You’re under our company, her company, and our child’s company, and you dare do that stupid shit under our noses?”

“I didn’t try hitting her!”

“You’re not denying insulting her, though,” Jin snorted out, shaking his head. “Take her away, please.”

“Come on, baby,” Jungkook spoke, rubbing your back and moving aside to wipe away your tears and rub your belly. “I heard he’s been kicking you. You’re in pain, sweet girl?” You nodded and he cooed, the others watching you with loving expressions for a sec, ignoring the girl. “You hungry?” A nod. “Come on then, my babies. We’re gonna go relax.”

“Yeah, sweetheart,” Taehyung followed behind, grabbing your hand as Jungkook had an arm wrapped around your waist, leading you towards Jimin’s office. “Jimin told me he got you two new things so you can feel comfortable.”

“You’re gonna be excited, flower,” Jimin hummed, smiling at you while opening the door. “The pillows are fluffy and the blankets, too. I even scolded the others for not having that for you for when you visit. You deserve the best.”

“Thank you,” you pouted, immediately receiving so many kisses. You looked over your shoulder. “What’s going to happen to her?”

“She’s going to be fired, baby, after they all yell at her,” Jimin responded before Taehyung kissed your head, he, too, turning to look.

“In the meantime, don’t worry your pretty head, okay? Let’s eat.”

INKED SOULMATE NAMES ── bts.

SUMMARY: the boys surprise you with your name tattooed on their skin on the day you reveal your pregnancy to them. now, you have to figure out a way to hide it from the company since no one else knows you’re in a relationship with them. except, someone immediately ruins your plans

GENRE:mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

WARNINGS: talks of a breeding kink (nothing too bad just thought I should mention it), uhh inaccurate doctor calls (?), pregnancy, bullying/harassment, cursing, and death threats?, and basically this piece is everywhere 😭

NOTE: this is a drabble of my combined beings series (which you can find here hehe) but it can be read as a standalone. this drabble was requested by an anon ask that i couldn’t find 🥲 so please, whoever wrote it, this one is for you because of your idea 🩵

Your fingers peaking through the long sleeves of Jungkook’s sweater were by your mouth, your teeth softly chewing on your thumb nervously because you didn’t plan this. Having a baby wasn’t planned and you weren’t sure how the boys would take the news, especially when your lives were going so well. Was a baby in their plans?

You immediately called your friends because unlike you, at least one of them was familiar with pregnancy. So, calling Eunji—and Ari because you needed her enthusiasm—, you patiently waited shortly once you texted it was an emergency in the group chat.

“Miss.” Your head whipped back to look at one of your maids holding your bedroom door open. “Your friends are here.”

“Send them over, please,” you said with a small smile, continuing your pacing, the test in your hand. Your maid nodded and you quickly thanked her, and it wasn’t long before your two perky friends came to greet you.

“What’s wrong?” Ari immediately exclaimed, grabbing your arms. She rapidly looked around the room with squinted eyes as if intimidating any threats. “Should I get my knife?”

“Knife?” You frowned. “Now where the hell did you get a knife?”

“Yoongi got it for me so I could protect you,” she grinned before going back to her rather dramatic stance. “Now, do I need to stab someone?”

“No,” you waved her off with the hand that wasn’t holding the object you were holding onto dear life. You sighed, glancing between them, and knew that you shouldn’t be afraid or nervous revealing this to them. So, you got your hand out of Ari’s hold, escaping the grip she had-had on your wrist, and exposed the issue. “Um, I might be pregnant.”

Your friends gasped and they covered their mouths simultaneously. They looked at your face and then back at your stomach, almost as if they, too, couldn’t believe a human was possibly growing in your tummy. Eunji, having a toddler and experiencing her firsts, smiled.

“Are we happy or are we not?” She questioned, moving towards you while she nudged Ari on the side to snap her out of her shock. She stood next to you, with an arm around your shoulders, and continued smiling. “You know whatever you want, we’ll support you.”

“I’m happy,” you stated before a shaky breath escaped your lips. You sat down on the edge of your bed and extended your legs. “I just don’t know if they will be happy.”

“Honey,” Ari started, sitting down on your side while Eunji sat on the other, their hands resting on top of yours, “those boys love you so much. Like, so, so much. They respect you, care so much about you, and love you with their whole entire beings that I’m sure they’ll die for you.”

You nodded along, And even kill for me.

“We’re not going to pressure you to tell them,” Eunji said, her voice calm and reassuring because she knew you needed such tones at the moment, “but it’s better they find out sooner than later.”

You sighed and nodded, dropping your head on her shoulder. “I just can’t believe it, you know?” You glanced at your phone sitting near you three and gulped. “I already went to the doctor’s because I had my suspicions. I’m just waiting for a call.”

“Well, knowing how the clinic closes at 5, I’m guessing they’re going to call you soon,” Eunji muttered and Ari hummed in agreement, her head dropping on top of your own shoulder. And you nodded because you went to the same clinic Eunji had spoken about so many times when she mentioned her pregnancy journey.

Almost as if they heard, your phone rang. Eunji, having noticed your nervousness, answered it for you.

You cleared your throat. “Hello?”

“Hi, this is Doctor Kang. I’m calling Y/n L/n for the lab results?”

“Yes, this is she,” you breathed out.

“Well, Ms. L/n, congratulations. You are 7 weeks pregnant!”

Your friends grip immediately tightened themselves around your hands and you let out a shuddered sigh.

“Really?”

“Yes,” your doctor continued. “Now, we do have resources if you do decide to go the other way with your pregnancy. If not, we can schedule a meeting to check how the baby is doing and see what we can do.”

You nodded and thanked your doctors at the news before saying goodbye. Your eyes became teary-eyed at knowing that there’s a baby inside of you now and your friends held you tight to soothe your shock. God, you couldn’t believe it. But you also could. After all, you weren’t using protection at all and all 7 of the boys had a certain kink that made them want to get you pregnant. What if it’s just that, though? A kink. What if they didn’t actually want a baby? What if it was too early for them? You didn’t know… and your head was beginning to hurt by the amount of unanswered questions surrounding your brain.

“Miss,” your head turned to look at your maid and she opened the door, “Mr. Park is asking for you.”

You nodded and she smiled reassuringly because she knew what you were dealing with. She had noted the symptoms, always being by your side when you let out everything in the mornings after being rudely awaken by said symptom. As a mother herself, too, she knew.

“Okay, okay,” you breathed out, almost as if you were prepping yourself, and you basically were. Your friends followed you once you left to go greet your boyfriends who came back from work, and they glanced at each other because they could tell all 7 had noticed your mood. “Hey! I missed you guys.”

“Hi, flower,” Jimin smiled tiredly, kissing your forehead. He kept a close eye on you once you greeted the others, taking note of your figure. He knew something was different and knew you were trying to hide it. After all, dating you for 3 years caused him to know your body the way he knew the back of his hand. He noticed the change.

“You feeling better?” Jin questioned, placing a hand on your cheek and forehead to check if you were warm. You nodded your head up and down.

“I feel better,” you smiled at him and he nodded, too, giving you a kiss before he and Jimin glanced at one another. He, too, noticed, and he already had an idea as to what it was. “You guys weren’t supposed to come until late at night. Are you guys okay?”

“Well,” Taehyung spoke with a grin on his lips, hands clasped behind his back, “we kind off… did something.”

“Oh, no. What did you do?”

“It’s nothing bad,” Jimin chuckled at your expression. He knew they had the tendency to do things that worried you, but he knew if you were really pregnant, he needed to reassure you. You gave him a pointed look, though, as soon as those words escaped his mouth. “I’m serious! Nothing bad, baby, nothing bad. You know we are not doing dangerous things anymore so don’t worry.”

You simply hummed and looked at all of them, waiting for one of them to continue. Jungkook spoke up next.

“We love you,” he started, “and you know we do. We can literally kiss the floor you’re walking on now. Look—”

“I love you but do not start kissing the floor,” you breathed out with a small laugh escaping your lips. You grabbed his arm and made him stand up since he was already beginning to get on his knees. He dramatically sighed.

“I guess,” he said. He looked at Eunji and Ari once he came to see that they were there, looking at all of you fondly. He scoffed once he eyed the second girl. “Oh, you’re here?”

Ari’s smile immediately faded and she looked at Jungkook with squinted eyes. “Shut the fuck up, Jeon. If you weren’t dating my best friend, I would’ve beat the shit out of you right here, right now.”

“Please, you can’t even reach my face so,” he raised his hand and rolled his eyes, looking away, “talk to my hand.”

You snorted at their bickering because since the two didn’t have siblings, they bickered like ones.

“You are so annoying,” Ari rolled her eyes next. She glanced at her phone, making it seem like she was reading her notifications.“Oh, look at that. I have a date with this girl so, Eunji is going to help me with that.” She glanced at the quiet girl who took the sign she was given and they turned to look at you. “Call us and we’ll see you at work tomorrow, okay?”

“I will, don’t worry,” you hugged your friends and they said their goodbyes before walking out, leaving you with your boyfriends fidgeting in their place. You stared at them with furrowed eyebrows and they quickly led you towards the living room. “What is going on with you all?”

They sat you down and Jimin and Hoseok sat by your sides, hands clasping with yours. You eyed them and then at Jungkook and Taehyung who stood in front of you and the others; Namjoon, Jin, and Yoongi sat on the other empty spots of the couch, leaning back to watch the two reveal their surprise.

“As I was saying,” Jungkook said in rather an exasperated tone, eager to just reveal the news. “You know how much we love you and how we will literally kill for you.” Everyone nodded. “You have become our safe place, our home, and we want no one else but you loving us and us loving you. So, we got these!”

He and Taehyung exposed some body parts of theirs in sync that revealed the ink on their skin; Taehyung had your name on his wrist and Jungkook had yours on his tattoo sleeve. If it weren’t for him pointing it out, you wouldn’t have noticed, though, now that you acknowledged it, your name was big and called the attention.

“Is that my name?” You muttered under your breath, disbelief laced in your voice as you felt your heart hammer against your chest.

Taehyung hummed. He kneeled in front of you and grabbed your hand, too.

“We are devoted to you and you are our future,” he smiled and he reached up to wipe a tear that managed to escape your eye. “We are also yours as much as you are ours.”

He grinned and he couldn’t help but nuzzle his nose against yours, forehead touching his. You lightly giggled and the others watched the scenery with such a fond look.

It wasn’t long before they all came to show you your name in its respective place, all 7 boys huddling you. You tried so hard to focus, but it was hard to do so when you felt such overwhelming feelings at the exact moment. You had all these guys loving you with their entire beings and who would give you the world and the stars if they could—and they would. You had a baby inside of you, growing, all because it was conceived out of the love all of you had for one another, and it felt great!

This moment—the one where they’re all excited to show you your name inked on their bodies and how it will stay there forever—was the best to announce and blurt out the news. So, with an inhale, you cleared your throat, making them all look at you. Since you still get shy under their gaze, you looked down at your hands, fidgeting in your place.

“Um, I have some news to tell you guys,” you breathed out and Jimin and Jin glanced at one another, eager to know if their confirmations are true or not. They leaned back against their seats as you stuttered out your sentence out of nerves, making sure at the same time you were okay. “I have been feeling sick every goddamn morning and it’s become a bit of an issue when my breasts are sore every second of the day.”

“Is that why you called in sick today?” Yoongi asked, his arms crossed over his chest, and his intimidating expression didn’t help soothe your nerves.

“I went to the clinic and I had gotten a call not so long confirming my suspicions that I’m,” you didn’t know if you were imagining it, but it seemed as if they were leaning out of anticipation, “pregnant.”

Silence.

You eyed their expressions and could see the obvious shock spread on their faces. Though, Jimin and Jin just stayed silent and smiled at the news because they already had their suspicions as to why you were sick. They were just happy their suspicions did in fact just get confirmed.

Jimin, on the other hand, was ecstatic. He was the one who could never take his hands off of you 24/7—aside from when you’re working—and, he loved running his hands over the curves of your body when you were heading to sleep, being reminded you’re there. Of course he saw changes and of course he noted your symptoms. After all, he and the others made sure you were well taken care of and they took care of you so well, you never got sick. So, when you started getting sick in the mornings and getting random sickness at smelling food you used to like, well, it was hard not to notice.

“We’re having a baby…?” Jungkook spoke after a moment of silence and you nodded, hands lightly fidgeting in his hold. Taehyung, having noticed how nervous you are, let his hands wander themselves by the sides of your stomach. His thumbs rubbed your stomach over your shirt and he turned to look at the others over his shoulder, a smile so bright on his lips that made the others smile, too.

“She’s pregnant,” he breathed out before he turned to look at you. Overcome with such love, he kissed you deeply enough to take away your breath once you separated.

The others immediately came to hug and kiss you, their hands going around your stomach, too, to feel you. They always knew their future contained you and they always knew their future was spent with them loving you, but to now be able to come to terms their future is coming to life, it was an amazing feeling.

“Is that why you’ve been sick?” Yoongi asked, his hand softly patting your head. He had immediately wiped the tears about to escape his eyes and fixed his composure shortly after the news, so now here he was showing you his affection by coddling you. “We have to cut you some work—”

“No,” you cut him off and you looked at all 7. “No one knows we’re dating so I’d rather you guys not show favoritism at work and let them know. Everyone will hate me even more.”

“Baby, we will kill them if they even lay a finger on you and our baby,” Jungkook scoffed, shaking his head.

“We’ll treat you like one of our workers,” Hoseok spoke next and you gave a him a look that reminded him that you were in fact one of their workers. “Wait, you are.” He cleared his throat as the others hid their giggles. “Well, we’ll treat you the same like before so, don’t worry, okay? But just… if anyone dares lay their hands on you, please let us know. It’s better we hear it from you than hearing it from the other workers or watching it on cameras.”

You playfully saluted as best as you can with Jimin still holding onto your hand. But then, you remembered, Jimin hadn’t said anything.

Turning to look at him, the others had started to leave towards the dining room to eat after a maid announced the food was ready. Jimin was currently taking off his blazer, rolling up the sleeves of his button up underneath, and grabbing onto your hand again so you could walk together. Though, just as he was walking, he felt you staying in your place.

“You okay?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows. His hands made contact with your stomach. “Is the baby okay?”

“You haven’t said much.”

He snorted and briefly looked away before meeting your eyes. “I’m very happy, flower. Very. I’m sorry for not saying much but, I’m still processing the happy news.”

“You’ve been knowing, huh?” You looked at him with amusement and he immediately hid his smile at your question. “Jimin!”

“What?” He chuckled. “Baby, regardless if I knew or not, I’m still happy. I swear. It’s still shocking, you know? Because you’re carrying a human being in you and that’s so beautiful and you’re so beautiful. I love you.”

You smiled at his words and hugged him. You felt his arms holding you tight against him, hands gripping your hips until they slithered around your waist to hold you better.

“I love you.”

The following few months went like normal.

Well, except this time the boys watched your every move to make sure you and the baby were okay. If you even got cut, God, does hell run loose because they make a big deal out of you being hurt.

Work went on as normal and yes, there were people who retorted mean comments to you, but you just got used to ignoring it. There was no point in talking back because now you can’t get careless since you were with child.

Thankfully, Ari and Eunji kept you safe. Eunji finally got the confidence she needed to put people in place as the supervisor, so she was stricter to those she knew were slacking and had the nerve to make fun of you. Meanwhile, Ari was… Ari. She always had your back and she defended you while you were eating or doing work. You just maintained unbothered.

“So, we’re planning the baby shower, I hope you know that,” Ari spoke as she gestured towards herself and Eunji. “Ah! I can’t wait to see my niece or nephew.”

“They’re not going to name the girl after you,” Eunji chuckled out as she realized Ari would be commenting that after. Ari stayed quiet and sighed.

“And to think I would name my future child after you two,” she shook her head and you and Eunji glanced at each other, shaking your own heads.

“No, you wouldn’t,” you snorted, a smile on your lips at hearing your friend’s dramatic comment. “But, it would be an honor.”

“Who’s pregnant?” You three immediately let your heads snap towards the person who spoke right in front of you. You sighed at coming to find a worker well known for making fun of you, and from what you’ve heard, she had already been threatened by the boys before. Chaewon never seemed to care and she did leave you alone for a bit, but she probably thinks you and the boys are done which explains her attitude now.

“None of your business,” Ari rolled her eyes. She looked at you. “Let’s go.”

At watching Eunji and Ari taking care of you, Chaewon laughed as her little group of supporters stood behind her. “Do not tell me the pig got pregnant. We’ve been thinking you just got fatter but no, someone knocked you up. Now, who would want to get you pregnant, huh?”

“Mind your own business, Chaewon,” you sighed, standing up to throw away some trash. Though, a hand grabbed you away since your friends were in front of you and you stood in the back.

“You don’t get to talk back to me,” Chaewon scoffed, finding amusement to your reaction. “I’ve left you alone for two years and you need to remember your place in this company.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Ari winced at seeing her hold on your arm.

This usually if you ever got made fun of and it was starting to annoy the crap out of you. Yes, you’re thankful you don’t get extremely beat up to the point of broken bones, but she and Iseul, the one who started the bullying, always grabbed you by the arm. After all, that’s what started you and Jimin to talk more since he bandaged you up the first time you met.

“Why?” Chaewon snickered as if seeing you pain is the funniest thing in the whole entire world. You gave her an annoyed look and ripped your arm away from her hold. “Aw, is she finally standing up to myself?”

You softly inhaled at hearing her taunting and gave her a fake smile. “Are you obsessed with me or something?”

She looked over her shoulder to look at the others, as if making sure she heard right. “Me? Obsessed with you? No chance.”

“Then why do you make it your mission to waste your lunch time and try to harass me?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow. “You make time out of your entire day to bully me, but hey, at least you think about me, huh?”

“You think—”

“No,” you cut her off and gave her a glare, ignoring the way everyone stayed silent at seeing you speak up. You were just annoyed and irritated at the whole ordeal and tired of her acting inferior to you because of her looks. “Now leave me the hell alone.” You leaned closer to her to make sure no one listened as you uttered your last few words. “You better hope they haven’t seen those cameras or get told you’ve hurt me. I won’t be able to save you.”

Her breath hitched in her throat at hearing your words. She glanced at your stomach, your face, the faces of your best friends behind you, and of the people looking at you two. She realized that you were still with their 7 bosses and are now having a child with them. God, she’s so stupid. She’s so stupid, she shouldn’t have been so careless. They’re going to do something to her this time. They threatened to make her disappear that her parents will spend their last dying breath trying to search for her, and here she is not even remembering that.

“Where is she?”

Then, her heart stopped at hearing that familiar voice. The voice that belonged to the head boss, Kim Namjoon, who was followed immediately by some of the others. She even saw Kim Seokjin who was the one that threatened her. God, God, someone needs to do something. You have to do something.

You, on the other hand, covered your face once you heard Namjoon’s voice. Of course they came but you didn’t expect them to do it so quick. It hasn’t even been, like, 10 minutes that had passed.

“Are you hurt?” Namjoon asked once he reached you, checking your body from head to toe. “Is the baby okay?”

It got quieter fast. You could hear a droplet of water fall from the sink in the room next to you. You gulped and nervously chuckled, clearing your throat.

“We’re okay.”

But, Hoseok noticed your arm.

“Who grabbed you?” He asked and you looked away at hearing the question, letting them figure it themselves, because you’re sure their guards just told them that you got hurt by someone. “Who was it?”

The question wasn’t aimed at you this time. If anything, it was now aimed at one of his main bodyguards, Jae, who had been on lookout just as he’s always been. Thinking of you as his daughter, he was also protective of you just like anyone who has met you.

Not saying anything, Jae glanced at Chaewon who looked at her friends for help. They simply moved aside, though, once they heard and saw that you were associated with their bosses. They couldn’t be at risk being fired so they immediately moved aside.

“You again?” Jungkook huffed a humorous laugh at seeing who it was. If Jimin had been there, he would’ve been seething red. Thankfully, though, the ones who didn’t give a shit were there: Namjoon, Jin, Jungkook, and Hoseok. Jimin, Tae, and Yoongi were away for now but they already heard what happened from Jungkook catching them up. They were not happy.

“My office,” Namjoon sternly spoke, glaring at Chaewon. “Now.”

His guards took that as a sigh and led the girl away to his office. He and the others stayed behind to console you and check on your wound because the serum Chaewon was using to grow her nails—she talked loud—worked very well, and you now sported nail marks and a bit of blood.

“Come on, angel,” Hoseok softly spoke, leading you away. He glanced at your friends. “We got it from here.”

“We’ll come later for a spa day,” Eunji called out to you and you smiled at her, nodding in confirmation.

A few minutes after, you arrived in Namjoon’s office where Chaewon was already sat in. She was impatiently waiting, nerves acting up as she bit her lower lip.

“So, you went back to bullying, huh?” Namjoon emptily chuckled as he walked inside, he and the others taking off their blazers. Jungkook, rolling up his sleeves, only did so because your name was still engraved beautifully on the skin of his arm. Again, it was not big to an extent it looked awkward, but it fit nicely with his other tattoos that didn’t make it seem like they were smushed together.

“I didn’t know,” Chaewon breathed out.

“No, you did know but you just didn’t care,” Jin said, correcting her. “Or, you probably thought we would’ve broken up by now, huh?”

“No—”

“Please, Chaewon,” Jin continued. He laughed at her answer just before she could finish what he was saying. “I warned you already. We have evidence that you’re harassing workers and it’s not Y/n here you’re just harassing.”

“I can’t let my parents deal with me missing and trying to find me,” Chaewon sniffed, eyes becoming teary-eyed as she thought about her poor parents desperately looking for her. “Please.”

The boys immediately looked at you as they heard your sniffles, too, and pouted.

“Her poor parents.” Ah, your hormones. They could make you cry at the smallest things. Just yesterday, you were crying at the fact Taehyung stepped on a grape you had been eating. “Please spare her.”

“You warned me you wouldn’t be able to save me!” Chaewon cried and you looked at your boyfriends with those eyes of yours they loved wholeheartedly. They couldn’t help but immediately melt at seeing you so emotional with their baby in you. You looked so beautiful and although they hated seeing you cry, they loved knowing those hormones were because of your child.

Jungkook broke fast.

“Let’s just send her to our company in Busan,” he suggested before cooing at you, thumbs wiping away the tears. “Aw, my poor baby. You’re so kind, huh? You’re so sweet and pretty and I just want to smother you with kisses.”

He hugged you and Chaewon, through her tears, saw your name tattooed on his arm.

Namjoon sighed and slowly nodded. “We won’t fire you.” Chaewon looked at him. “You’ll be moved to our company in Busan. My father is in charge of that company and does not take discrimination lightly. Don’t fuck this up for you.” He waved her off. “I’ll have my assistant give you the information and have her set up everything for you. But never come back here.”

Chaewon nodded and with one last bow, she hurried outside where Namjoon’s assistant would be waiting for her.

The boys all coddled you and before you knew it, they had taken you to the couch to calm you down by allowing you to buy even more stuff for your baby.

“Well, now we have to release a statement saying you’re with us and pregnant with our baby. Maybe then everybody will take a hint and leave you the fuck alone.”

“Does that mean I get to kiss her?”

“No, Jungkook.”

“Just say you hate me.”

CAPTURE OF TWO ── bts.

SUMMARY: things go to shit when you get in an argument with the boys and you go missing after you leave. worst part of it all? you’re pregnant

GENRE: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

NOTE: im a sucker for the whole angst to comfort like… YES feed me!! especially when they’re overprotective even more because mc is pregnant? 🤭 FERAL

EXTRA NOTE: p.s. this is a drabble of my combined beings series (which you can find here) but it can be read as a standalone 🩵

“No, you guys haven’t been paying attention to me at all. It’s like as soon as I became pregnant, that’s all you wanted me for.”

You were currently stressed, your hands rubbing your belly up and down as you eyed the boys in their home office, each of them—except Jin who wasn’t there—starting to get stressed due to your words.

You were hormonal, they knew that. And you were right. They hadn’t been paying attention to you at all. But it wasn’t their fault at all when they were busy with both work, and they were all tired, mentally.

“Y/n, this is not the time for you to be like that,” Yoongi spoke first, a sigh escaping his lips as he eyed his work in front of him. You frowned at hearing the name.

“I get you guys are stressed but—”

“No, you don’t get it,” Taehyung stressed after, eyes slightly glaring at your figure and you rubbed your belly out of comfort, knowing that the piled up work was getting to them. But still, they shouldn’t be taking it out on you. “Look, just… leave us alone.”

“I’m just talking to you guys,” you said with your throat starting to close up due to their obvious aggression and annoyance. “All I want is your guys’ attention. I know with how much you’re dealing with but I’m pregnant. I need to be your top priority, not only me. Your son—”

“Y/n,” a stern voice had you snapping your neck to look at the culprit and your gaze fell once you saw Jimin’s own glare. He never called you by your name. It was always a pet name that varied from his usual; flower or baby. Never your first name. “Leave us alone. We do not have time for other things when our business is being fucking threatened. You cannot be our first priority. In the meantime, stay in your room. Do not bother.”

His words stung. No, his words stabbed you over and over again. You are a sensitive person and have been since the very beginning of your relationship. They took care of you so well so you didn’t have to worry about feeling like a burden. Well, now that changed.

You sighed and your shoulders slumped. “Don’t bother coming for dinner. I’ll be up in the room.”

You shut the door behind you harshly, letting them know, letting all of them know, that their words and actions hurt you.

You sighed and you smiled sadly at your maid who had been waiting outside, the woman watching you with furrowed brows. She was a few years older than you but she took care of you so well and was there for you 24/7 so your pregnancy would be a bit easier. How funny it is that now your pregnancy wasn’t easy because the ones—or one—who got you pregnant weren’t there for you.

“Are you okay?” She asked, touching your arm. You shrugged and blinked away the tears, your own annoyance starting to fuel you. “Here, we should go on our walk.”

“Is it okay if I can go on alone?” Your question caused her to frown unsurely, not knowing if she should agree or not. But, she saw how you fidgeted, hand rubbing your belly. She sighed.

“Be careful, Miss,” she softly said, the two of you walking side by side towards the kitchen so you could go to the backyard. “I’ll give you your snacks in a bit.”

You smiled at her kindness and gave her a side-hug. “Thank you. I’ll come in, though, in half an hour so don’t worry about coming out.”

You walked away as soon as the woman nodded in agreement, a sigh escaping your lips once you found your way to the usual bench Jimin and Jin confessed their feelings to you. You eyed your stomach, fingertips slightly grazing the material covering it.

“Your dads are being jerks right now,” you whispered as if you were sharing a secret with your unborn child. You felt a brief kick and smiled as you took it as confirmation your son agreed. “Don’t get me wrong, I get how hard they work. I mean, they have their company that hides their second job and they’re all in charge of both so it’s stressful but, you’re very hard to carry and make my emotions go everywhere. I just want them to love me like how they loved me in the beginning.”

“And who made you think that way?” You smiled a bit at hearing the familiar voice and turned to look at Jin. He smiled at you and loosened his tie, sitting next to you. “Hi, angel.”

“Hi, Jin,” you hummed in satisfaction as he gave you a kiss, rubbing your belly with such love and adoration. “How was the trip?”

“Fuck work talk,” he waved off before sitting up. “Now, what’s this conversation you were having with our kid?”

You sighed and sadly smiled at him, eyes looking away from his. You shrugged. “I told the guys that… I haven’t felt like I have been their first priority and it’s been hard especially after you left because it feels like they don’t care about me.”

“Ay, jagi,” he mumbled, kissing your forehead. “Is that why you’re out here?” You nodded. “What did they tell you after you talked to them?”

“That I can’t be their first priority and Jimin sent me to my room and told me to stay there so l wouldn’t bother them,” you breathed out as if sharing it out loud pained you. “I get it, like I said. I get I’m not going to be your first—”

“But that’s the thing,” Jin cut you off, a frown etched on his face. “Sorry for cutting you off, but you’re our first priority. Always. Yeah, we work but it doesn’t mean, though, that you don’t first regardless if you’re pregnant and come first and I’m sorry we have made you feel that way.”

You smiled at his words. That’s all the reassurance you’ve been wanting for the past few days. You knew that if he had stayed home, he would’ve scolded the fuck out of the others for ignoring you. Pregnant or not, they chose to have you in their lives and they love you with their entire beings. Now you have a blessing in you and they knew they needed to be there for you even more.

“I love you,” you said, receiving the same words back and more kisses. You looked over your shoulder. “Are you gonna go talk to them?”

He hummed, nodding his head. “Need to scold them for just… throwing you away. It’s not right of them. I know they’re stressed but it’s not good for them to take it out on you.” You nodded along with him and he admired how you looked; so ethereal under the beaming sunset that painted the sky with a variation of colors. How he wished he could stay with you, but he knew he needed to set things straight. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Mhm, okay,” you closed your eyes, his lips coming in contact with your forehead as usual. He spared you one look before walking away, making sure your bodyguards were looking after you.

He walked upstairs, bowing his head towards staff, and barged into the room that had the other 6 in.

“So,” he started, a glare settling on his face as he eyed every single person, “why did I just hear that you guys haven’t been putting Y/n first?”

“We don’t have time for that, Jin,” Jimin groaned out, hands running themselves into his hair, softly pulling on the strands. “Work is—”

“Work can wait,” Jin snapped, hands finding themselves on his hips. “Our fiancé is pregnant. She’s carrying our child. She is carrying a baby that’s turning as big as a watermelon and here you guys are stressing her out. She is your first priority. Your job comes second. Poor her was outside by herself because she felt unwanted and she believes that she isn’t first priority, but she didn’t think you’ll show her she isn’t. Grow up, all of you.”

At the end of his speech, a sudden look of realization replaced their stoic expressions. It was almost as if their rude attitude was done by magic and Jin’s words were the kiss that needed to be given in order to break it. God, he was right. They should’ve had you as their first priority. You are carrying a child you and them had agreed on having since you guys had believed it was time. But no, they made you feel like shit.

“Where is she?” Jimin rushed out, standing up from his chair as he lifted up the sleeves of his dress shirt.

“She was in the garden waiting for you all.”

Jimin and the rest nodded simultaneously almost as if they were puppets. They followed behind one another, almost tripping by the stairs as they ran towards you. Jin followed close behind but he hovered above the group as to give you guys time.

Jimin was the first one to arrive at the garden. His chest was heaving up and down but his gaze ran itself throughout the open place with furrowed brows once he didn’t see you. His eyes ran everywhere through the garden.

“Where is she?” He questioned, turning to look at Jin over his shoulder. The latter man shrugged softly.

“Let me ask her maid…” Jin mumbled and he did so. He turned to look at the woman who was staring at them. “Is Y/n in her room?”

“No,” she shook her head. “She was still in the place you left her at. I didn’t see her come in.”

Panic.

That’s all everyone felt.

They immediately dispersed, making sure to look at you in every room of the house and every open space in the yard.

Hoseok, who was close by the back of the house, eyed the bodies on the floor, those of his guards and yours. He placed two fingers on the side of their necks, checking for a pulse, and he sighed in relief when he felt movement, knowing full well that if they had died you wouldn’t forgive yourself. He grabbed his phone from his back pocket, calling Namjoon. His head swerved side to side, small pants coming out of his mouth as if he had just ran a marathon. He was desperate and he was feeling the desperation seeping through him once he saw blood not so far from his place.

“Did you find her?” Namjoon’s voice was heard.

Hoseok sighed, running a hand through his hair. “The guards are down. Bleeding from their heads and obviously unconscious. There’s blood on the floor and it’s not theirs.”

There was silence and he could hear Namjoon telling the news to the others since he was near them.

“Check to see if her ring is pinging anywhere,” he instructed to a guard, all of the boys now watching their men hurriedly go check if they could find you somewhere on cameras or check your ring’s location.

“Do you think they’ll hurt her?” Hoseok asked, watching some of the guards come get the unconscious ones for urgent care.

“Let’s hope that it’s not as bad and will be an experience like last time,” Namjoon sighed, suggesting towards the time you got kidnapped by someone who hated you but, thankfully, you had been taken care of by your kidnappers since you had given them life advice. They still worked for you after the boys had hired them for taking care of you.

“Hopefully…”

You, on the other hand, were bored and it’s not to be a different type of person after being kidnapped but you really were. You had taken a nap and it seemed as though a rookie gang had taken you away considering that your jewelry was still on. Though, you did get hit in the face and your nose and lip were bleeding. Thankfully, they had enough morals to know not to touch your stomach in any way.

Your eyes were set on your tummy in which your son was in because although you were bored, it didn’t stop the fact you were worried about your baby.

“She hasn’t said anything,” you heard someone mumble and you breathed in through your nose, wincing at feeling the weird sensation of dry blood on your face. “Did we kill her?”

“No, idiot, she’s just still.”

“Look, I don’t know who you are,” you started, “but let me go. You don’t want to finish what you started and that’s kidnapping me.” The two frowned at your words. “Just because you have me doesn’t mean Bangtan is going to give you whatever you want. They’re going to find you.”

“That sounds very ominous…” One of them mumbled as if you wouldn’t be able to hear. You quietly groaned, shaking your head.

“Look, you guys are young,” you pointed out, noticing their features under the white light, “and you probably think you’re all that because hey, you just kidnapped Bangtan’s wife, respect. But no. They will turn your bones into dust and somehow pass it off as drugs so please, let me go for your sake.”

“Um, should we call the boss in?” They questioned each other and you mentally facepalmed. “We should call him in.”

“I agree.”

You watched them leave and you rolled your eyes, glancing at your stomach. “I’m gonna curse, and mom’s sorry, but they’re stupid as fuck.”

A kick was given to you and you hummed, fully knowing that he was agreeing with you. You waited and waited and it took a bit longer for two guys to get the man in charge.

“You know,” the man strides forward towards you and you looked away. Though, you couldn’t do much as he grabbed your chin and made you look at him. He inspected your face and the pad of his thumb wiped away the blood from your lip. You winced, “it’s very rude to call my men stupid.”

“You forgot ‘as fuck’,” you pointed out and he snorted, dropping your head.

“Here I thought you were going to be so nice just like how everyone talked about,” he commented and you glared at him, eyes burning holes through his head. You immediately jerked away as his hand grabbed your stomach. “I’m guessing the sudden change of attitude has to do with this one here, huh?”

“Leave my stomach alone, you ass,” you spat out and he snickered, backing away with his hands up on the air.

“No need to be so uptight.”

“You’re literally talking to a fucking pregnant woman,” you pointed, gesturing to your stomach with your head. “My feet are aching, my ankles are swollen, and my back fucking hurts. I don’t have time to be nice to someone who literally kidnapped me from my home.”

“You know,” he dismissed your words, “I wonder whose baby this is because, I mean, you sleep with 7 men!” His exclamation caused some of his men near to laugh even though it wasn’t humorous. “Is it Namjoon’s?” He saw your calm composure. “Seokjin’s?” Nothing. “Yoongi’s?”

“Just so you know,” you started, “I don’t even know whose it is. We didn’t care about that just as long as our baby is safe.”

“Is it a girl?” The man immediately asked, a small smile on his face as he hoped to know. Everyone in their type of business wanted to know because, after all, the boys business would be given to their next of kin. “Or is it a boy?”

No reaction.

And safe to say, the man was impressed. Whether you were taught or shown not to show emotion, he didn’t care, he was just impressed. You didn’t showcase any type of reaction that would alert him of the right answer.

“I’m just going to tell you,” you sighed, tilting your head to the side to look at the man, “you’re going to die. You know why?”

“Enlighten me.”

“Your stupid men,” you began, a sarcastic smile forming on your lips as you were beyond irritated, “forgot to get rid of my jewelry. You know why the jewelry is important?” No answer. “Well, because, it has a tracker on it so I’ve been missing for an hour or two, I’ll estimate their arrival in a minute or so.”

The man’s eyes quickly widened at the revelation of the jewelry. He growled angrily, grabbing the men that were with you in the beginning and made them kneel.

“You stupid fucks!” He exclaimed angrily. “I’ve taught you so many fucking times to get rid of jewelry, anything. I’ve been teaching you this.”

“We forgot!” One of them yelled. “It wasn’t relevant in the moment. Look, look, when they come, just point the gun at her and their baby. Use them as leverage!”

“You better not,” you squinted your eyes at them before wincing once the one in charge slapped you to shut you up. You groaned a bit and frowned. “That was so unnecessary.”

“Why couldn’t we kidnap one of the boys?”

“Because they would kill you before you could even touch them,” you pointed out as if it was the most obvious thing.

“She has a mouth on her,” the man who slapped you sighed, pinching the skin of his forehead while his other hand was placed on his hip. He was pacing at this point, glancing to your jewelry once in a while by going behind you. “Fuck, tell all of our men to—”

All four of you jumped at hearing gunshots and yells. It was comical seeing the way their postures changed, but you knew to patiently wait so you just pursed your lips, watching them run around to get their guns.

“I told you,” you breathed out, staying in place. You felt the rope binding your lips slightly digging and burning into the skin of your wrists, and you looked at the door. “Can I be let go now?”

“Do not let her go.”

Yeah, they were dead.

You sat, fidgeting in your seat as your butt started to hurt. You don’t know how long you’ve been there, but it was enough to make your butt hurt and your shoulders ache from having your arms behind your back.

“Do not come inside!” The man not in charge yelled and they quieted down once they heard silence. They’re just hoping that they’re on the other side listening, knowing what’s best for them.

“And why should we?” They heard a voice and you shivered as you came to listen to Namjoon’s stoic tone. He was always so scary when he was serious.

You heard a clicking sound and saw a gun placing itself on your stomach. You gulped nervously.

“We currently have a gun placed where your child is in,” the man in charge taunted as if his hands weren’t shaking.

Namjoon could simply let out a dark chuckle before he opened the door, his eyes immediately finding your own scared ones. He saw how you were holding yourself, hiding away any emotion that would give your captors satisfaction in creating. You were bleeding from your nose and lip, and he, along with Jimin, Jungkook, and Hoseok, glared at the men.

“Put the gun down,” Namjoon instructed, his brows furrowed together.

Jimin’s eyes met yours and he felt his heart by his chest beating erratically. He was pissed, angry, at who dared kidnap you and he was angry at himself for even allowing himself to yell at you. You were always such an angel to them and would give them their space, and you would overthink. And instead of reassuring you, he yelled at you and proved your point.

“No, no!” The man yelled, before bringing the gun closer to Namjoon’s face. “This is your—”

But the man didn’t even get the chance to talk furthermore because Jungkook quickly shot him, anger fuming in his veins at simply the thought of you and their child hurt.

“Get those two,” Namjoon demanded over his shoulder to the men that work for them. They nodded and grabbed the men cowering away in the corner, yells escaping the men’s mouths as they knew they most likely wouldn’t come out alive out of wherever they were being taken to.

The rest of the boys appeared once Hoseok freed you, Jimin was heading towards you, wanting to embrace you. Though, you latched yourself onto Jin since you had assumed the others were still mad despite them saving you.

“Are you okay?” He asked, asking the question everyone was wondering. You nodded and grabbed the handkerchief he passed you, wiping away the new blood seeping from the wound on your lip.

“I’m okay,” you leaned on him. “They just hit me on the face. They didn’t get to touch Baby.”

“Flower—”

Before Jimin or the others could utter a word, Jin had passed you to some of your bodyguards to take you to get cleaned up. He also wanted to make sure you and the baby were okay so he quickly made a call to your personal doctor to come check you.

“We didn’t have time to apologize,” Jungkook frowned, such guilt flashing across his face.

“Look, you can do that after,” Yoongi reasoned, eyeing your figure being taken away while they remained back to deal with the bodies. “Right now, she has to make sure our baby is okay. Got it?”

The youngest ones all simultaneously agreed and Jimin sighed, glancing at your figure in the car, and looking away.

You didn’t want to talk to them right now. After all, what you went through wasn’t very easy and even if you didn’t get badly hurt, it was still a traumatizing event that obviously stressed you out.

“It seems the baby is okay,” your doctor smiled at you as she took off her gloves. You could still hear the heartbeat if your son and the way he was fixing his hair. It was a sight to see and you already want him to be in your arms. “He’s still healthy as ever.”

You let out a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness. I was so stressed I assumed it was damaging the baby.”

“You can be stressed,” your doctor stood over you as you wiped the gel away from your stomach, “but you can’t be overly stressed every day at every moment because then will the baby be affected.”

“Well, thank you for coming here at such late notice,” you gave her an embarrassed look, a sheepish smile overtaking your lips. “So, baby boy is healthy, just fussy.”

“Seems like he’s overprotective of his mother,” your doctor smiled, giving you some ultrasound pictures she had taken. “He can sense you so it’s no surprise if he is like that knowing you were in a dangerous situation.”

You smiled a bit and sighed, nodding. “Thank you again.”

“Of course. I’ll see you in your next appointment, okay?”

You nodded and followed after her, ignoring the looks the 7 boys were throwing at you. You waved your doctor off, hand waving side to side, as you eyed your baby’s pictures. It’s crazy to know he has a fluff of hair already, he accidentally flipped your doctor off, and he had gotten hiccups. You’re having a baby and it’s going to be great and you wish it will be great forever.

“So, how’s the baby…?” You turned around and awkwardly smiled at Jungkook and the others.

“He’s okay…” the silence pained you and you couldn’t bear the awkwardness. “I’m going to go lie down.”

Your eyes met Jimin’s and you saw the look of guilt that crossed his face. You immediately looked away and headed towards the guest room, grabbing a couple of fluffy pillows and making a little nest so you can be comfortable.

You laid there for a bit, a sigh escaping your lips. You turned to the other side, away from the door, and looked down at the pictures.

You don’t know how long you’ve been there but you just stayed there. Though, you heard a small knock on the door and heavy footsteps coming into the room.

“Flower,” you hummed a bit and felt Jimin sit beside your figure before fully lying next to you. His arm wrapped around your waist, palm meeting the swell of your stomach. “I’m sorry for yelling at you, for insulting you, for waving off your problems. I’m sorry. I messed up and I know I did. I’m not going to make you feel bad in order to forgive me. I’ll just be here and listen to you because we all realized that we could lose you and that’s the scariest part in this whole entire business of ours.”

“It took you to almost lose me in order to realize that?” Your lip jutted out to showcase your sadness, tears coming to blur your eyesight as you started to overthink.

“No, no, no baby,” he immediately came to cradle your face in between his hands, pad of his thumbs coming up to wipe your tears away. He sighed. “We fucked up and we haven’t been there for you for reasons like these. It’s scary to know that people know about you and our baby, our son, and they will use you as leverage. We tried coming up with more resources to use so we could be allied with others. We offer them our resources, they send spy after spy to others to know the business and any information that involves you.”

“Why didn’t you communicate with me?” You frowned.k

“You’re pregnant, flower,” he sighed, his hands coming to drop themselves on your stomach. “You and our son are our top priorities but as we tried to protect you, we didn’t acknowledged the fact that we were distancing ourselves from you, which is pretty ironic.”

“Your words hurt me.”

“I know, and I’m sorry,” he breathed out, holding onto your hands. “I know it won’t do much but let me, let us, show you how sorry we are by allowing us to change and be here for you and our son more, okay?”

“It’s going to be hard for me to want to communicate with you guys,” you admitted. “Especially after how you reacted along with the others.”

“We can resolve anything,” he whispered, forehead dropping to hours. “Let us be here. No, we will be here because you two, you, are our top priorities. We will not leave you, we will not get mad at you, because we are your partners and your future husbands. We are linked with you forever and I’m sorry we made you feel otherwise, flower. I really am.”

“You’re not forgiven yet,” you sighed and he nodded in understanding. “If you continue to show me your love and attention, then I will forgive you. But if any of you ever try to talk to me like that, our child and I are leaving.”

“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” His lips brushed against yours until he fully kissed you, plump lips meeting yours in a kiss that displayed his apologies and words at the same time.

“Now, let the others apologize okay?”

You nodded and he opened the door that allowed the others to come in. You smiled a little and they all got on the bed, apologizing in their own words. They would also be holding onto your stomach, apologizing to your son all in the meantime you showed them his pictures.

“The doctor said he was probably kicking a lot because he felt me being in danger,” you further explained the situation to Jin was next to your. “So, hurt me, our son will beat you all up.”

They could all laugh at your words. You were so cute.

“Also, what happened to the guys?”

“Uh… they got killed.

Combined Beings (xx)

PAIRING: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

SUMMARY: You are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. The bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentions you to the other 6.

WARNINGS IN THIS PART AND UPCOMING PARTS: cursing, someee suggestive content—just a bit, English isn’t my first language so just to warn you all 😭, deep conversations based on beauty standards, body dysmorphia, mental health issues, harassment/bullying, gore/violence

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A/N: thank you for all the love 🥺🤍

before

𓆩⟡𓆪… EPILOGUE

“I love you guys so much, but if you do your business here, I will personally run over you with the car that says, ‘Just got married’. Okay?”

You were staring at the 7 men in front of you, a white dress on while music was blasting in the background. They were all wearing their suits and if you looked closer, there would be little dots of blood adorning their skin.

It was your wedding day and you hadn’t noticed that half of the boys in front of you had left to deal with a situation. That situation being a man trying to kill you, gun pointed your way from not so far but hidden from everyone. Though, he was quickly spotted by your guards and Jae who had noticed the man glistening with sweat. The boys weren’t entirely happy about someone threatening their wife, their beautiful, kind, and pregnant wife.

Now, you wouldn’t be as straight-up as you were right now, but you wanted your wedding to be a celebration of you 8. You didn’t know about the issue and what had happened, all the boys not wanting to stress you out, so they all nodded at your words.

“My love,” Jimin softly spoke as he got closer to you, hand going around your waist while the other held your hand closer to his lips, kissing it, “I’m sorry for dealing with our business on our special day, okay? When we go back home, we’ll give you a back massage and foot rubs and anything you want. That okay?”

You nodded, feet and back aching at the thought of finally being able to sit down. You forgot how many family members all 8 of you had. You didn’t even know half of the cousins on your side, but your dad had stated they moved to another country.

“That’s better than okay,” you breathed out, placing a hand on your belly while your sister waved you over. “I have to go but, please be careful, okay? I love you.”

“We love you.”

They smiled as they watched you head towards your sister, your belly being displayed by the flowy dress Ari, Eunji, and your sister had helped you pick. It was not tight to the point you couldn’t breathe and that what you loved about it. You felt so pretty, so beautiful, and you admired the way you looked pregnant.

“Where’s the guy?” Jungkook asked Jin, who glanced at you one more time and made sure you were distracted enough not to see then two slip away from under your nose.

“He’s in our dressing room,” Jin answered, fixing the buttons of his blazer. He, along with the others, made sure you and the baby were safe. You were their entire world, they couldn’t bear with the idea that someone tried to kill you, and that someone was tied to a chair with guards looking over him. “Jae is looking over him, making sure he won’t make a run for it.”

“Did he really think he was going to be successful in killing her?” Taehyung scoffed, rolling up the sleeves of his black button-up, curtly nodding his head at an aunt of yours who waved at him. “This was basically a suicide mission. Especially when all 7 of us are here.”

“We should be thankful he was spotted before he could actually hurt them,” Namjoon sighed, drinking from his cup. He bowed when he came to find more members of different gangs and mafias heading towards him and the others.

“Congratulations, Namjoon,” Mr. Kim chuckled rather excitedly as he passed a black box to each member. “A watch from my family to yours.”

“Thank you, Mr. Kim,” Hobi smiled at the man, shaking his hand while he opened the box, revealing a silver watch with purple diamonds adorning the bracelet. He also noticed that the man was holding a few other gifts.

Noticing his eyesight, Mr. Kim smiled. “This is for your wife from Iseul, Haneul, and from myself. We heard the good news. Congrats on your little boy!”

All 7 smiled at the congratulatory, still surreal that they were going to be having a son. They felt bad for you, though. You already dealt with all 7 of them and you were going to deal with another boy.

“Here, I’ll lead you to her,” Jungkook told the man, Jimin following behind so he can see your expression at the gifts.

The three of them walked towards you, but Mr. Kim eyed the blood on some of Jungkook’s tattoos.

“I’m guessing there was some trouble?” Mr. Kim questioned, raising an eyebrow at the two. Jungkook looked down at where he looked and huffed, still angry and very, very furious at the man held hostage.

“Someone tried to kill Y/n,” Jimin said, humming when Mr. Kim’s neck snapped towards him at the sudden revelation. “Tried. Could barely take a step towards her before our guards grabbed him.”

“Hey, if you need men to discover who could’ve hired him, I’m your guy,” Mr. Kim nodded his head at them and Jimin, with his hands behind his back as his heeled boots hit the floor, looked down at the man.

“If anything,” he started, smiling once he caught your eye, “do us a favor?” Mr. Kim made a sound of acknowledgment and Jimin’s face turned stoic. “Go interview the guy. We need to be here just in case Y/n is in more danger. Some of us will be there in a bit, but we need to make sure there are no more threats.”

“Got it.”

“One of our guards will take you,” Jimin mumbled before he grinned at your figure standing in front of him. “Hi, baby,” he smiled at your stomach, “and hi baby.”

“And don’t tell her anything,” Jungkook whispered in the man’s ear who nodded at his words.

Jungkook stepped forward once you chuckled at Jimin’s words out of amusement because you had just been in front of him, scolding him and the others. You smiled once Jungkook came to stand by your side, hand wrapping itself around your waist while the other protectively laid on your stomach.

You looked at Mr. Kim and smiled at him, hugging him as best as you could.

“So nice to see you again, Mr. Kim,” you said, stepping away before Jungkook’s arms wrapped themselves back around you.

“Hi, Y/n,” the man smiled warmly at you. His eyes landed on your stomach, just like so many had done. He passed you a couple of bags. “Open them.”

You opened them and you came to find a beautiful necklace. It was so beautiful and you admired the 7 purple diamonds and a lighter purple pendant in the middle of it all.

“It’s so beautiful,” your bottom lip stuck out as you felt tears blurring your vision.

“The new shipment came,” Mr. Kim started, Jimin and Jungkook smiling down at you, “and I knew that the new Diamond needed to be yours so, I had it made, along with the pendant. It’s supposed to be the new addition of your little family. The boys have it in their watches, too.”

“It’s really beautiful, Mr. Kim, thank you so much.”

“Now open the other one. Iseul and Haneul picked them out. They wanted to be here but they are spending their time at the place you told them about. They send their best wishes and thank you’s.”

You smiled at his words and opened the gift, a little dry sob escaping your lips once you came to find a dainty bracelet on the paw of a teddy bear along with baby shoes.

“They’re so small,” you sniffed as tears threatened to escape your eyes. The men watched you with amusement, though, your lovers were even getting emotional at the gifts, dabbing their own eyes to prevent the tears from escaping them. “This is just… I love it so much. Thank you.”

You hugged the man a bit more tighter than before. Mr. Kin chuckled and patted your back, clearly not expecting the reaction you just gave him. But it was the most perfect gift and the gifts just reminded you how your life was turning for the better. It was still surreal when you looked at yourself in the mirror and noticed your stomach changing, knowing that your son would be coming in a couple of months.

Time went by as soon as Mr. Kim disappeared and different type of mafia leaders and members appeared to congratulate the new married couple… aka you and the other 7. You got more baby clothes and more jewelry, and you were crying by the end of the day when you eyed the little pieces of clothing.

“Did you find anything?”

Mr. Kim turned to look at Jimin, Namjoon, and Jin who walked into the dressing room of theirs. He has been wiping his bloody hands away on his handkerchief, eyeing the man still tied on the chair.

“Well, I did find out he works alone,” he answered, placing his hands on hips as the three men stood in front of the bloodied man. “I did a background check and nothing. I don’t know why—”

“You killed my stupid dad,” the tied man spat out, chest heaving up and down from the beatings he had just received.

“Another revenge story?” Jin sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Is this why you tried killing our wife?”

“Your stupid wife is everything to you all,” the man scoffed out, not noticing how everyone’s eyes darkened at his words. “Especially now since she’s pregnant with your devil-child.”

“I’m going to kill him,” Namjoon muttered, turning his head away from the man, his heart speeding up, hammering against his chest due to his anger rising up. He turned to look at Jin. “Kill him. He’s not wanted no more.”

Jin nodded and he turned to look at the man. “Our wife is precious to us. If we killed your dad, it mostly was something he had done that made us do so. It wasn’t our fault.”

“Shut up.”

Namjoon, Jimin, and some guards left the room while Mr. Kim stayed behind. He was always the best person to go to-to get rid of bodies and clean the mess up. That’s why Jin didn’t hold back.

Once he was done, he and Mr. Kim headed back to the party. Mr. Kim headed towards the table with his name while Jin headed towards where you sat, your hand in Yoongi’s as his head was tilted, staring at your face with a gummy smile on his lips.

“You’re very pretty, jagi,” Yoongi complimented you, grabbing your hand clasped in his hands and kissing the skin of it. “How are you? He’s not bothering you too much is he?”

“So far, he’s doing very good. He was kicking a bit not so long ago but, I’m guessing it was just hiccups or he was having a bit of fun.”

Yoongi chuckled before he looked up once he saw Jin heading towards you two, giving him a small smile.

He sat down on your side, letting out a long, dramatic sigh, plopping his head on your shoulder while his hand went to search for the other hand.

“You okay?” You asked him, pecking his forehead. He hummed in satisfaction, his hand then moving to your stomach. “He’s not kicking right now.”

Jin hummed again. “S’good, he needs to learn not to kick his mom.”

You chuckled at his words. “Jin, he doesn’t know better. He’s still in me.”

“Jin is a bit slow.”

You gently slapped Yoongi’s thigh, hearing him find his own comment funny, laughter escaping his lips. Jin reached over your shoulder, though, flicking his forehead.

“I’m hungry,” you announced once they were about to start flicking one another. You stood up and walked away, but the two chuckled at seeing your figure waddle instead.

The other 5 joined them and they watched you, waddling and talking and laughing and… you just looked so beautiful and ethereal in that white dress that shaped your belly so perfectly. God, they couldn’t believe they finally married you.

“She’s so cute.”

“She’s walking like a penguin.”

“Oh, no… she saw a puppy… And there are the tears…”

“I’ll go help her.”

What if "DefNotAStalker" is a ghost or a monster that lives in the Reader's house? Or just a monster that is invisible or a monster under the bed??

Hah, I actually imagined him as some sort of Chameleon monster who ended up in your apartment.

He's one of your earliest viewers, back when you weren't as wary. It's entirely possible you slipped once or twice, giving away your location through casual mentions; it's not like your 5 followers would try to hunt you down, you thought at the time.

"Got this dish from the restaurant across the street", you said.

That's all he needed, really. Within hours he was sliding his way across your ceiling. He initially planned to make it a one-time visit, but after the spicy food incident, he concluded it's better to keep an eye on you.

So, he's now part of the household. He likes teasing you occasionally, but otherwise prefers to watch in silence. Probably touches himself while you sleep, daydreaming about actually holding you.

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