Promise

Summary: Post-Busan concert, with major announcement heavy in his mind, Yoongi reflects on what's to come.

Pairing: Yoongi x female reader

WC: <1k

Genre: idol!au, established relationship, domestic Yoongi, fluff

Rated: PG-13

Warning: indirect mention of enlistment

A/N : this is just a love letter to BTS and Army's special bond.

~Part of the Domestic Yoongi Series~

You enter the hotel room quietly, fully aware of the late hour. The dim light greets you, and you remove your shoes carefully. Your legs are sore from the standing and walking, but you are on a high from the concert. You tip toe to peek at the adjoining room to find your kids sleeping soundly. Glad that you don't have to deal with their night routine, you walk further into your room to find your husband in a chair, with a glass of whiskey, facing the floor to ceiling window with the beautiful Busan skyline beyond.

"Hey babe," you hug him from behind. He smells so nice and fresh, but he also feels tense. You kiss his cheek.

He turns slightly to kiss you back, and that's when you see it- the pensive, almost melancholic expression on his face. Deciding that your own shower can wait, you settle to hug him from the back.

"Had fun?"

"Mm hmm," you murmur. You met up with your friends for the Live Play at Haeundea Beach, and it was nice to enjoy the festivities simply as a fan. However, when you saw the close ups during Spring Day, you knew the significance of the emotions in your husband's and his brothers' faces.

"Sorry it took me a while to get back, traffic was a nightmare."

Your husband hums and pulls you so you sit in his lap. You want to protest that you're all sweaty and gross, but you bite your tongue, knowing he needs to have this moment with you.

"It was a really good concert, Yoon. Army and non-Army really enjoyed it." You tuck his hair behind his ear. You have always declared his undercut era is the sexiest, but this long hair is definitely moving up to take over that title.

He chuckles in response, so you continue. "That Run BTS performance really did us in. Everyone went wild. I'm sure our daughter will be bothering Hobi in no time to teach her the choreo."

You feel his shoulder shake from the little laughter he lets out.

"And, UGH! and Cypher Pt 3 was out of this world. When Joon just went off with his line, you have no idea how electrifying it was."

You feel his arms wrapping tighter around your waist. "Everything will be okay, Yoon." You kiss the top of his head.

"I know," he finally speaks, his voice hoarse no doubt from the concert. "But still, I wonder."

You gently cup his face. "They won't go anywhere. They'll stay, you know that."

"I know, I know," he sighs into your neck. "but, you know how the thought is there, and I just... post-concert depression, I guess."

You run your fingers through his hair, silently encouraging him to continue.

"It felt so good to be on stage again, and fuck, Cypher Pt 3? Felt so fucking good to do it tonight. Then it hit me that it's going to be a while till we can go back doing all that. It's just a weird feeling..." he swirls his whiskey. "Do you think they know?"

"Well," you answer carefully, "your ending moments were a bit of a giveaway, but I think Army right now are just basking in the pride that you all performed so well and so beautifully."

Yoongi tuts. "So diplomatic."

You both chuckle softly and let silence take over while the Busan night skyline flickers and glimmers before you.

"They've always trusted you, and you asked them tonight to trust you again."

Your husband nods.

"So you should trust them too."

A gummy smile slowly makes its way on his face. "Yeah," he says softly, taking a deep breath and snuggling further against you.

"Yoon, I need to shower."

His hold around you tightens. "Later."

"I'm gross."

"I don't care," he insists. "Just sit here a bit longer."

You smile fondly at his request.

"Everything is going to be okay," you assure him.