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Amber ── .✦02.
✦ Summary: In which Esme and Hoseok fall in love but of course with love comes trouble especially when you're dating an idol.
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 "BEEP BEEP!" I hear my phone alarming me to get up.
I groan sitting up straight while rubbing my eyes taking in all my surroundings, I stretch my body and grab my phone from its charging pad. I check the time "5:04" it read; I unlock my phone responding to any missed texts from people then go on checking my socials eventually watching a few TikTok's during the process.
"Lemme get up" I speak to myself getting up off my bed and heading to my bathroom to take a shower and do my skincare once I'm done, I go into my closet to pick my airport outfit, wanting to wear something comfy but won't get me overheated.
After choosing what to where I put on the clothes, put my boho braid in a wrapped bun, and do light makeup.
Once I'm dressed and ready I decide to go Jasmine's room to make sure she's awake and ready. As I get closer I hear sexyy red blasting, "LANCEY LANCEY I'M GHETTO AND I'M FANCY."
"Jaz what time is Yoongi picking us up?" I yell over her music.
"6:30, oh shit we have to go." She checks her phone.
"Ight get ya stuff so we can head out," I say as I make sure that I have everything on me.
Jaz meets me at the door and we head downstairs to the front of the apartment complex to meet up with Yoongi.
"Hey baby, hey Esme get in" he greets me and Jaz, kissing her on the cheek in the process. I noticed that the other dude he mentioned that would be joining us wasn't in the car.
"We're meeting up with my friend at the airport," Yoongi says taking notice of me looking around.
TIME SKIP
"Ok guys we finally go to the airport and we already did all the procedures and stuff, so now we're just waiting for our flight to be called". I say as I hold my camera in front of me.
"That boy over there is fine" I look to where Jaz is looking, and I see it's Yoongi.
"Girl that's Yoongi," I say looking at her with a deadpan expression.
"I know that's why I said sum, LORD my man is so fine!!" I look at her with disgust and as I'm about to say something I hear Yoongi's voice.
"Esme this is Hoseok the friend I said was coming on the trip with us". I look over to see a tall guy in a black hoodie and sweatpants with a mask on.
"Nice to meet you" his deep voice fills my ears, and before I can respond the airport announcement of our flight is being heard.
We grab our things and head our way to the boarding area, I look at my ticket trying to find my seat, and as I make my way over to my seat I see that it's Hoseok, yoongi's friend sitting on the seat next to mine.
I say excuse me to him as I make my way to my window seat. once seated I take out my blanket, neck pillow, laptop, and AirPods trying to get as comfortable as possible so I can edit the video from yesterday, but before I begin I turn and tap Hoseok's shoulder. He looks at me taking one of his earbuds out.
"I didn't get to greet you back so I just wanted to say it's nice to meet you too! And um, also I have a quick question um I'm a YouTuber and I'm gonna be recording some clips I just wanted to ask if that's ok with you?" I awkwardly ask.
A smile forms and his face. "Yeah of course as long as my face is censored or not In the frame, I'm cool with it!"
"Oh okay, great i hope we can become friends during the trip!" As soon as I got his approval I take out my camera to update my fans on what had happened so far.
"Okay, guys so we boarded the plane already and we all met up and since it's a 10-11 hour layover plane flight I might get airplane food before I go to the next one, I might record if I feel like it, but other than that I have my little set up to edit the video yall probably gon see uploaded already and yes I'm in business class cus I wasn't gon pay for no first class this trip already cost an arm and a leg but yeah that's it for the update, BYEE!" As I finished talking I felt a pair of eyes watching me so I glimpsed to see where it was coming from and I saw that it was Hoseok staring at me. I ignore it continuing to act natural.
I get comfy in my blanket, put my Air Pods in, and take my laptop out so I can edit yesterday's video and post it by today.
HOSEOK'S POV
I watched her talk to her camera just admiring her beauty, I stared for so long that I didn't even realize she had finished talking and had already put her camera away. I know Yoongi said he was bringing one of Jaz's friends along but I didn’t think she would be this gorgeous.
I open my phone to text yoongi.
Gramps#2👴🏻
Hoseok: BROO
Yoongi: What happened??
Yoongi: and hurry up I'm tryna enjoy my time in first class with Jaz
↳Hoseok: y'all in first class??
Yoongi: Yea, you thought I wasn't gonna treat ME and MY girlfriend to first class on a trip that was originally for USSS??😀
Hoseok: ok see ntm she invited me and I accepted cus who the fuck do I look like declining a trip to Hawaii??😒
Yoongi: ...
Hoseok: yeah oh ok ANYWAYS why you ain't tell me jaz friend was fine??
Yoongi: Cause I have a girlfriend, and I don't even look at esme in that way
Hoseok: But anywas she asked me if I minded that she was recording for her YouTube😛
Yoongi: That's it ..?
Yoongi: go kys .😐
3RD PERSON POV
Hoseok chuckled a little after reading the last message Yoongi sent before closing his phone and deciding to sleep till the flight was over.
ESME'S POV
"Now Landing!" I hear the second flight intercom say. I stretch my arms Waking up from the nap I took after I finally finished editing my video and posting it because I procrastinated on the first flight.
I grab my things and get up from my seat waiting for people to pass so I can leave.
I see a text from Jaz that Yoongi and her are waiting at the food court for me and hoseok so we can all eat a quick little meal before heading to our hotel. I notice everybody's left the plane by now and I look down to see Hoseok still sleeping which was crazy to me because he slept the whole time during the first flight, I shake him a little to wake him up and he jumps up a little.
"Hey get up everybody left," I tell him.
"Oh my bad." he apologizes.
"It's alright, I didn't wanna just leave you here for the flight attendants to wake" I respond doing one last check to make sure I have everything, then we make our way out to meet Jaz and Yoongi at the food courts.
"What took y'all so long?" Jaz says looking up from her phone.
"Hoseok was sitting next to me and fell asleep so I had to wake him up" I explained to her.
"Yall were sitting together?" Jaz asks slyly with a smirk on her face.
"don't evenn," I say not even entertaining Jaz because once you give her an inch she turns it into a mile.
"what should we get?" yoongi asks as he and Hoseok make their way back from wherever they were.
"Wing stop!" Jaz and Hoseok shout.
"Ok let's go" I responded as we made our way to the restaurant and then got into the line.
As we get in the line waiting for our turn Jaz whispers to me, "Think it was a coincidence that his seat was next to yours for BOTH flights?"
"Yes..? Jaz I know what you tryna hint and I'm not falling for it."
"Girl he's probably single and think about it we could be best friends dating BESTFRIENDS like that would be so cute." she gushes.
"That would lowkey be cute-"
"SEE I CAN ALREADY SEE IT!!"
"girl I'm not even ready for a relationship" I roll my eyes at her.
yeah, I'm not ready for a relationship last thing I need is a 2.0 version of him...
By the time Jaz was done gushing to me how cute it would be if I and Hoseok dated before I knew it, it was our turn to order, we took turns saying our turns telling our orders, and eventually, it was my turn and I say what I want.
"Will that be all?" the cashier asks me. "Yeah that's all let me just get my wallet," I say as I look for my wallet but I can't seem to find it which would be embarrassing, I panic a little looking over at Jazmine who purposely didn't bring her card knowing that yoongi would pay for all her expenses.
As I was about to speak I heard a voice speak up before me. "I'll pay for her." I look over at Hoseok with a shocked expression. He hands over his card to the lady and he looks at me and I whisper a small "thank you" feeling a little embarrassed that a guy I barely know is already paying for my meal.
We all go and make our way to a cleared table and sit down and wait for our order.
Yoongi and Jaz start conversing between themselves, leaving me and Hoseok in an awkward silence.
"Thanks for paying for me you didn't have to. I decide to break the silence by thanking him.
"It's alright your order wasn't even that much anyways, but if you really want to thank me, thank me by giving me your number so if I'm ever in a situation I know who to call," He says with a smirk
I can see what he's trying to do but I exchange my phone with him anyway putting his contact name as "Future sugar daddy🤪"
As this whole exchange is going on jaz and Yoongi are silently watching which is never good.
"Here's your order" We look up seeing the lady bring all of our orders handing each one to their person. Immediately jaz takes out her iPad that Yoongi bought for her to watch a show on Netflix, and Yoongi joins her shortly after. I look to my right seeing Hoseok texting someone, and I decide to take my camera out trying to get as much footage as I can.
"Ok guys we just got off our last flight its late as fuck but we decided to eat cause were hungry and now we're eating, oh and this's what I got." I turned my camera showing hoseoks face a little before quickly putting my camera down to show my food.
when I'm done recording, I put a mental note to edit an emoji over his face.
HOSEOK'S POV
OT7
Hoseok: I GOT HER NUMBERRRR😍
Taehyung: who's number??
Hoseok: oh I ain't tell yall BUT I'm talking about yoongis girlfriends friend
Hoseok: when I tell y'all she is so fineee wait till I find her socials matter of fact yoongi send over that @
Jin: why I ain't get invited to y'all vacay🥲
Hoseok: Your literally in Korea??
A/N: I combined this chapter and chapter 3 just because the ending on this chap felt chopped 😁 and don't forget to like and comment!! (Ignore the corny tweets💀😭) Words:2108
yall i posted chap 2 like two-3 days ago😭😭 yall not fuckin wit it no mo??
Amber ── .✦02.
✦ Summary: In which Esme and Hoseok fall in love but of course with love comes trouble especially when you're dating an idol.
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 "BEEP BEEP!" I hear my phone alarming me to get up.
I groan sitting up straight while rubbing my eyes taking in all my surroundings, I stretch my body and grab my phone from its charging pad. I check the time "5:04" it read; I unlock my phone responding to any missed texts from people then go on checking my socials eventually watching a few TikTok's during the process.
"Lemme get up" I speak to myself getting up off my bed and heading to my bathroom to take a shower and do my skincare once I'm done, I go into my closet to pick my airport outfit, wanting to wear something comfy but won't get me overheated.
After choosing what to where I put on the clothes, put my boho braid in a wrapped bun, and do light makeup.
Once I'm dressed and ready I decide to go Jasmine's room to make sure she's awake and ready. As I get closer I hear sexyy red blasting, "LANCEY LANCEY I'M GHETTO AND I'M FANCY."
"Jaz what time is Yoongi picking us up?" I yell over her music.
"6:30, oh shit we have to go." She checks her phone.
"Ight get ya stuff so we can head out," I say as I make sure that I have everything on me.
Jaz meets me at the door and we head downstairs to the front of the apartment complex to meet up with Yoongi.
"Hey baby, hey Esme get in" he greets me and Jaz, kissing her on the cheek in the process. I noticed that the other dude he mentioned that would be joining us wasn't in the car.
"We're meeting up with my friend at the airport," Yoongi says taking notice of me looking around.
TIME SKIP
"Ok guys we finally go to the airport and we already did all the procedures and stuff, so now we're just waiting for our flight to be called". I say as I hold my camera in front of me.
"That boy over there is fine" I look to where Jaz is looking, and I see it's Yoongi.
"Girl that's Yoongi," I say looking at her with a deadpan expression.
"I know that's why I said sum, LORD my man is so fine!!" I look at her with disgust and as I'm about to say something I hear Yoongi's voice.
"Esme this is Hoseok the friend I said was coming on the trip with us". I look over to see a tall guy in a black hoodie and sweatpants with a mask on.
"Nice to meet you" his deep voice fills my ears, and before I can respond the airport announcement of our flight is being heard.
We grab our things and head our way to the boarding area, I look at my ticket trying to find my seat, and as I make my way over to my seat I see that it's Hoseok, yoongi's friend sitting on the seat next to mine.
I say excuse me to him as I make my way to my window seat. once seated I take out my blanket, neck pillow, laptop, and AirPods trying to get as comfortable as possible so I can edit the video from yesterday, but before I begin I turn and tap Hoseok's shoulder. He looks at me taking one of his earbuds out.
"I didn't get to greet you back so I just wanted to say it's nice to meet you too! And um, also I have a quick question um I'm a YouTuber and I'm gonna be recording some clips I just wanted to ask if that's ok with you?" I awkwardly ask.
A smile forms and his face. "Yeah of course as long as my face is censored or not In the frame, I'm cool with it!"
"Oh okay, great i hope we can become friends during the trip!" As soon as I got his approval I take out my camera to update my fans on what had happened so far.
"Okay, guys so we boarded the plane already and we all met up and since it's a 10-11 hour layover plane flight I might get airplane food before I go to the next one, I might record if I feel like it, but other than that I have my little set up to edit the video yall probably gon see uploaded already and yes I'm in business class cus I wasn't gon pay for no first class this trip already cost an arm and a leg but yeah that's it for the update, BYEE!" As I finished talking I felt a pair of eyes watching me so I glimpsed to see where it was coming from and I saw that it was Hoseok staring at me. I ignore it continuing to act natural.
I get comfy in my blanket, put my Air Pods in, and take my laptop out so I can edit yesterday's video and post it by today.
HOSEOK'S POV
I watched her talk to her camera just admiring her beauty, I stared for so long that I didn't even realize she had finished talking and had already put her camera away. I know Yoongi said he was bringing one of Jaz's friends along but I didn’t think she would be this gorgeous.
I open my phone to text yoongi.
Gramps#2👴🏻
Hoseok: BROO
Yoongi: What happened??
Yoongi: and hurry up I'm tryna enjoy my time in first class with Jaz
↳Hoseok: y'all in first class??
Yoongi: Yea, you thought I wasn't gonna treat ME and MY girlfriend to first class on a trip that was originally for USSS??😀
Hoseok: ok see ntm she invited me and I accepted cus who the fuck do I look like declining a trip to Hawaii??😒
Yoongi: ...
Hoseok: yeah oh ok ANYWAYS why you ain't tell me jaz friend was fine??
Yoongi: Cause I have a girlfriend, and I don't even look at esme in that way
Hoseok: But anywas she asked me if I minded that she was recording for her YouTube😛
Yoongi: That's it ..?
Yoongi: go kys .😐
3RD PERSON POV
Hoseok chuckled a little after reading the last message Yoongi sent before closing his phone and deciding to sleep till the flight was over.
ESME'S POV
"Now Landing!" I hear the second flight intercom say. I stretch my arms Waking up from the nap I took after I finally finished editing my video and posting it because I procrastinated on the first flight.
I grab my things and get up from my seat waiting for people to pass so I can leave.
I see a text from Jaz that Yoongi and her are waiting at the food court for me and hoseok so we can all eat a quick little meal before heading to our hotel. I notice everybody's left the plane by now and I look down to see Hoseok still sleeping which was crazy to me because he slept the whole time during the first flight, I shake him a little to wake him up and he jumps up a little.
"Hey get up everybody left," I tell him.
"Oh my bad." he apologizes.
"It's alright, I didn't wanna just leave you here for the flight attendants to wake" I respond doing one last check to make sure I have everything, then we make our way out to meet Jaz and Yoongi at the food courts.
"What took y'all so long?" Jaz says looking up from her phone.
"Hoseok was sitting next to me and fell asleep so I had to wake him up" I explained to her.
"Yall were sitting together?" Jaz asks slyly with a smirk on her face.
"don't evenn," I say not even entertaining Jaz because once you give her an inch she turns it into a mile.
"what should we get?" yoongi asks as he and Hoseok make their way back from wherever they were.
"Wing stop!" Jaz and Hoseok shout.
"Ok let's go" I responded as we made our way to the restaurant and then got into the line.
As we get in the line waiting for our turn Jaz whispers to me, "Think it was a coincidence that his seat was next to yours for BOTH flights?"
"Yes..? Jaz I know what you tryna hint and I'm not falling for it."
"Girl he's probably single and think about it we could be best friends dating BESTFRIENDS like that would be so cute." she gushes.
"That would lowkey be cute-"
"SEE I CAN ALREADY SEE IT!!"
"girl I'm not even ready for a relationship" I roll my eyes at her.
yeah, I'm not ready for a relationship last thing I need is a 2.0 version of him...
By the time Jaz was done gushing to me how cute it would be if I and Hoseok dated before I knew it, it was our turn to order, we took turns saying our turns telling our orders, and eventually, it was my turn and I say what I want.
"Will that be all?" the cashier asks me. "Yeah that's all let me just get my wallet," I say as I look for my wallet but I can't seem to find it which would be embarrassing, I panic a little looking over at Jazmine who purposely didn't bring her card knowing that yoongi would pay for all her expenses.
As I was about to speak I heard a voice speak up before me. "I'll pay for her." I look over at Hoseok with a shocked expression. He hands over his card to the lady and he looks at me and I whisper a small "thank you" feeling a little embarrassed that a guy I barely know is already paying for my meal.
We all go and make our way to a cleared table and sit down and wait for our order.
Yoongi and Jaz start conversing between themselves, leaving me and Hoseok in an awkward silence.
"Thanks for paying for me you didn't have to. I decide to break the silence by thanking him.
"It's alright your order wasn't even that much anyways, but if you really want to thank me, thank me by giving me your number so if I'm ever in a situation I know who to call," He says with a smirk
I can see what he's trying to do but I exchange my phone with him anyway putting his contact name as "Future sugar daddy🤪"
As this whole exchange is going on jaz and Yoongi are silently watching which is never good.
"Here's your order" We look up seeing the lady bring all of our orders handing each one to their person. Immediately jaz takes out her iPad that Yoongi bought for her to watch a show on Netflix, and Yoongi joins her shortly after. I look to my right seeing Hoseok texting someone, and I decide to take my camera out trying to get as much footage as I can.
"Ok guys we just got off our last flight its late as fuck but we decided to eat cause were hungry and now we're eating, oh and this's what I got." I turned my camera showing hoseoks face a little before quickly putting my camera down to show my food.
when I'm done recording, I put a mental note to edit an emoji over his face.
HOSEOK'S POV
OT7
Hoseok: I GOT HER NUMBERRRR😍
Taehyung: who's number??
Hoseok: oh I ain't tell yall BUT I'm talking about yoongis girlfriends friend
Hoseok: when I tell y'all she is so fineee wait till I find her socials matter of fact yoongi send over that @
Jin: why I ain't get invited to y'all vacay🥲
Hoseok: Your literally in Korea??
A/N: I combined this chapter and chapter 3 just because the ending on this chap felt chopped 😁 and don't forget to like and comment!! (Ignore the corny tweets💀😭) Words:2108
Amber ── .✦Visuals.
✦ Summary: In which Esme and Hoseok fall in love but of course with love comes trouble especially when you're dating an idol.
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We made it to Hawaii!! ( vlog posted on yt🫶🏾)
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its.Jaz: Two pretty best friends 😍 ﹂rando: you sure bout two? ﹂its.Jaz: you tryna say sum cause I kno it ain't you Niya?? the one that got her ass beat two weeks ago talking bout us🤨
Random: who was the dude in your vid?? ﹂Rando: Who yoongi?? ﹂Random: noo the other dude ﹂Rando: ohh idk his voice sound mad familiar thoo
Random: Lived long enough to see her leave that bozo🙏🏾 ﹂Rando: WORDD
Random: When's the next upload??
Random: My man finally left this ugly ass bitch🤡🤢 ﹂Random: Girl your literally built like Rollie on a good day??
Random: Thank you for coming to yt!!
Random: I hope you have fun on your trip!!🫶🏾
A/N: Here are the visuals i was talking about! in the original on wattpad i took the thumbnail off cus i thought it was corny but imma just keep it cus i dont care🤷🏾♀️
I need some help finding a fic!
I saw this fic a while ago and have been meaning to read it, but I can't find it anywhere now. I was an ot7 vampire au, where they are idols, and the reader becomes their blood donor of sorts after attending their concert. I don't exactly remember the rest, but if anyone knows what fic this is, please let me know! Thank you!!
Purple Car | jungkook
➭ summary: in which jungkook is a successful solo idol and your his long time girlfriend that he hasn’t seen in almost two months. again. it’s starting to feel like your more like distant friends more than lovers so when you unexpectedly disappear, jungkook goes the distance to try to find you.
➭genre: solo idol jk x reader, drabble
➭warnings: none really. a little angsty and depressing. there’s a couple bad words
➭note: first post🥳 | heard a snippet of the acoustic version of ‘car outside’ and this was the outcome sooo feedback would be appreciated.
Jungkook’s eyes begin to strain as he stared at the blue screen with wide and glossy eyes. He didn’t care how badly he was damaging his eyes. It didn’t even cross his mind for a second. He could barely process the information that was on the screen. But still, he stared at it in disbelief. How could he care about himself when the most important person he cared about was missing?
‘nearest train station’
‘train tickets to Daegu’
According to your laptop that was the last thing you had googled. The last time you had used it being almost an hour ago.
His heavy heart sank. Would the train be gone by now?
No. He didn’t want to think of the possibility that you actually left him. You two had always talked about going to Daegu together. Going out to hotels and spending the days happily touring together.
Jungkook’s throat ran dry as he thought about the word touring. When was the last time he actually spent quality time with you? He had just came back from a month tour, promoting his new solo album. He had spent weeks prior getting ready for it and his schedule became full in an instant.
He felt bad and had always planned on making up for lost time as soon as he was done. He knew that after his company would leave him alone for once and he was set on making you his top priority after.
He always made sure to call you at least once a day when on tour, or send little gifts and things to the house in an attempt to cheer you up.
Jungkook glanced around the room, some of his latest gifts not even out of the box. At first, he was constant with the calls and gifts. They would be sweet and meaningful. But as the tour continued the more tired he got. His calls were short and late at night and his gifts became small and less frequent.
His stomach swelled with guilt at the thought. How could he do this to you? Abandon you, make promises, and give you false hope. He remembered the words he said to you to cheer you up.
‘It’ll be over soon before you know it.’
‘When I get back we’ll have the best nights of our lives.’
‘I promise to call you more babe.’
‘I promise I’m fine babe, everything will go back to normal when I’m done.’
‘Stop fucking freaking out so much.’
Most of the time, his mind was clouded by exhaustion and pressure he forgot about the things he said. It felt like all the nights before he slept was like a drunken blur. All he could remember was being on stage and wanting to do good for his fans.
Well now he remembered. All the dry talks between you two. All of the half hearted things he said while slurring, barely awake. Sometimes almost yelling at you whenever you spoke to loud or to much. It was clear as time went he became more moody and distant.
He felt sick.
On the king sized bed, next to the earlier gifts laid your phone. No wonder you hadn’t been answering your phone. Did you really go the extra mile to leave everything at home?
No, he thought again. This must mean your in the house. Maybe the shower, or you went for a walk. Why would you leave your phone?
He tapped on the screen as it lit up. His handful of text showed on the screen. Your phone was almost dead and seemed completely untouched.
12:02AM
Even though he knew you never took showers this late, he went to the master bathroom to take a peek. Nothing. There was limited places you could be hiding, and he had already checked the place once he realized you weren’t home when he first arrived. You weren’t ANYWHERE. Not even in the guest bedroom.
Now he was really starting to panic as realization set in. He had screwed up. He had played with your emotions. He had left you one to many times. Now you were leaving him.
Now he was feeling everything that you had been for the past month and a half, and every other time a big event happened. He felt abandoned, sad, ditched and empty. How the fuck did he not realize what he was doing? How did he not realize how you were feeling? Why didn’t you talk to him? Did you? Not like he could really remember if you had.
‘nearest train station’
He clicked on your past search to see the exact responds. Shit. It wasn’t that far from the house. Only fifteen minutes to be exact. And you had been ghosting him for an hour.
He sprung into action at the realization. He would just had to hope that the train didn’t leave yet. To just hope that you went to early or that you had changed your mind.
He jumps into his car. Not caring that he wasn’t even supposed to be out this late, especially not in his recognizable purple car. Something even his fans knew was his prized possession since he and your favorite color was purple. In his purple car he felt like any other normal person. Especially when you were in the car with him. Now if just felt empty.
He practically sped to the train station (he actually did go over the speed limit a little), immediately parking his car in a random lot before booking it inside the large building.
Inside, he is immediately hit by a sense of bustling activity and the sound of people rushing to catch their trains as his eyes try to scan to look for you. Even though it’s early in the morning, there’s still a bunch of people.
Even when it’s a little dark inside the station since the sun isn’t up yet, he can spot a variety of posters and signs, displaying information about train schedules, destinations, and services available at the station.
He runs to the board, looking for the word Daegu and the color from his face drains when he finds it. The last train to Daegu had left at 11pm. Almost an hour ago. And what’s even worse is that he couldn’t even get a ticket till six.
He almost growled at the board out of anger. What he wasn’t going to do was sit around for five hours while you would be at a foreign place with no phone and nothing to defend yourself with. Especially since you were arriving at such a late time. He was not going to sit around when he had a perfectly good private jet.
Jungkook didn’t care who he woke up. He was the most successful man under his company and getting even more popular around the world. If he wanted a private jet ready at twelve o clock, he was going to get it.
Jungkook would be arriving to Daegu a big whopping thirty minutes before you, and it would take him a decent amount of time to get to the train station you would be arriving it. In short, Jungkook was seriously cutting it short.
If he was even a second to late, you’d disappear into the sea of people and his chances of finding you would decrease drastically by the minute.
Despite being exhausted and sleep deprived, Jungkook couldn’t sleep on the jet. He couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat. All he could do is refrain himself from tearing out his own hair by repeating calling your number, listening to your voice mail for comfort since he knew you wouldn’t answer.
Once his phone had died, all he had was his thoughts. The depressing feeling of sorrow and loss took over him as he cried his eyes out. He missed you and he hated that he drew you away. He hate that he hurt you. He couldn’t imagine a life without you. He wanted to marry you for God’s sake. He felt like his chest was crashing the more he was away from you.
Finally, after he arrived he had a car waiting for him to take him to the train station. He had requested the same purple car he had left back at home, it didn’t feel right picking you up in an all black shaded windowed limo. Whenever you both went somewhere you took that car. You two had spent camping trips and dinner dates in that car. Sure it was newer and wasn’t his car but it was close enough.
He drove himself to the train station and ran inside the building as fast as he could. His face was hidden with a hat and mask as he tried his best to blend in with the people while still desperately trying to reach the platforms.
When he did, he saw one train already letting off a load of people. Jungkook immediately grew terrified. Did you already get off? Did he already lose you? A million thoughts ran through his head as his eyes started to water again.
He didn’t stop walking till he was at the front of the platform, watching as the people who got off with smiles reunited with family members or friends.
Jungkook watched the train empty, looking through the windows in hopes of getting a glimpse of you still inside. But it was mostly empty. You must of been one of the first people to get off. You must of been in a rush to get away from him. To start over. To leave him like he had done you.
Jungkook’s heavy head dropped, looking straight at the ground with closed eyes as tears started to fall. Grieving over the loss of his soulmate. And he could only blame himself.
He wished he could turn back time and do things differently, but he knew that was impossible. All he could do now was try to pick up the pieces of his shattered life and move forward, even though he had no idea how to do that without his wife by his side. But he would always missing you piece of his life..
“Jungkook?”
Jungkook’s body immediately froze at his name. The voice was behind him and spoke with a shaky voice but he was positive it sounded just like you. Was his mind fucking with him? Did he actually hear your voice? For the first time in a month? Were you still here? Did he still have a chance?
He swallowed a lump in his throat as he turned around, a little cautious. His breathing stopped when he met your red eyes. It was you. Only a couple steps away from him. You looked different. More skinny, you had on older clothes. Not the ones he bought you. And he could tell by your tear stained cheek and puffy eyes that you had been crying for a while. But you still looked beautiful. He missed your eyes, your touch, your smell..
Without giving it a second thought, he jumped towards you. His arms immediately wrapped around you as he gave you a tight hug and held you. His tears were spilling more violently as he sobbed into you. Relief rushed through him as he held you. You didn’t push him away, but you didn’t exactly hug him either. But he didn’t care. As long as he got to hug you. He was scared of letting you go. He didn’t want you to leave, and he didn’t want to leave either.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He managed to choke out and soon enough you began to cry with him, becoming emotional in his arms. “I’m so fucking sorry.” He repeated, the first genuine words he said to you in a while. Your familiar soothing smell with the warmth of your small figure stopped him from having a full out panic attack.
“Jungkook I—“ you started to speak but he quickly shook his head, pulling away to analyze your face. He looked into your eyes with such relief and care but sadness still filled his expression. He was still scared you wouldn’t forgive him. That he had still lost you.
“I’m terrible Y/N. I didn’t realize just how much I let my job take over my life. Our life. I missed you Y/N I really did. I love you. I love you more than myself. I don’t wanna leave you anymore.” He said quickly pulling you back into a tight embrace, and this time he almost melted when your arms wrapped around him. He wanted to say so much more but he couldn’t form the words. It was paining him just seeing you cry.
“Please, give me a second chance to fix things. I’m not going anywhere without you Y/N.” He said, his desperate words spoken in a firm voice. He wanted to let you know just how serious he was about his words.
“Don’t promise anything..” you mumbled. The first proper-ish sentence you’ve said the whole time. He missed your voice, it wasn’t the same over the phone but your words stung. Did you not trust him? Did you think he would abandon you? Cause if so he’d get on his knees and propose to you right there.
“I just don’t want you to leave. I don’t want to leave you.” He sobbed into your shoulder honestly. Jungkook had always been a little shy with crying, even in front of you. But he was willing to expose himself to you. To let you know how he really felt.
“I-I won’t. Leave..” You choked out in a low voice and Jungkook was immediately over the moon. All his worries and fears washed away at your words. “I love you.” You spoke, this time in a stronger but gentle voice as his grip loosened a little around you.
He responded by pulling down his mask and kissing you with starving lips. His arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled your body against his. You kissed him back, melting in his touch as the world around you disappeared. You both had missed each others touch and you practically cried of happiness at the familiar warmth of his lips on yours.
When you pulled away to catch your breath, Jungkook leaned his forehead so it was touching yours. He closed his eyes and took everything in as he continued to hold your waist. Never would he be leaving you again. Never.
— A YEAR LATER —
“You ready for the tour baby?” Jungkook asked you in a gentle and soothing voice when he slithered behind you, wrapping his arms around you and putting his head on your shoulder. He gave you a kiss on your neck as he watched you pack your large suitcase.
“Absolutely. I can’t wait to visit all the different places.” You said with a wide smile as you leaned into his touch. When Jungkook cleared his voice you giggled. “And watch you preform of course.” A satisfied smirk showed on his lips at your response.
“Well I’m glad your happy.” He replied with a warm smile, his voice filled with joy and happiness.
Because what you didn’t know was that on the last day of the tour in Daegu, Jungkook was going to propose to you after singing Still With You.
Oᵤᵣ Bᵢg Bₐby / BTS OT7
➭genre: little space, age regression, fluff, caregivers bts, little reader, sfw, hurt/comfort, mostly no plot
➭warnings: none
➭note: my first request!! i saw this before going to bed and got so excited I stayed up for another hour and a half working on some of it. also purple car has a lot of notes wtff i love all of you
“Y/N angel, I think today’s the day we need to wash blankie.” Jimin calls out to you in a gentle voice when he spots you waddling down the stares with said blanket in hand after your nap.
You’ve had that blanket for months now and it’d only been washed a handful of times. It was getting so bad that the original pink color it came in was now a nasty light brownish color and covered in all types of food stains.
Originally, Minnie Mouse’s face was plastered in a diagonal line. But now, you could barley see her black outline. Not to mention the wrinkle and god awful smell.
At first they thought you were going through one of your phases and would eventually ask for a new blanket that had whatever thing you were fixated on. And of course they’d buy it for you cause you they loved spoiling you. But that’s how it had always been. Stuck on unicorns? You needed a unicorn blanket. Cars? Needed it in a blanket. Even plants (you could thank Namjoon for that phase).
But no. You couldn’t seem to let go of this Minnie Mouse blanket. Literally. You’d take it everywhere with you. Quick grocery trip, the studio, the beach, to another friends house. The boys were actually glad one time you brought it with you to the water park so they could rinse out some of the dirt from the last trip.
But now it was beginning to be a problem. The boys had several talks about it amongst themselves. All begging the question, ‘how do we get it out of her grasp?’ Why was this one thing giving you so much comfort you would fight them for it? For months they had tip toed around the idea, pointing out the blankets flaws in hopes of cloaking you over time to wash it. But somehow you weren’t phased.
The boys had finally decided to put their foot down that day when Taehyung came complaining to them in the morning about how he couldn’t sleep because the blanket was uncomfortable and smelly, but you had insisted on sleeping with it.
Sure it didn’t bother you, but it was starting to get to them. Being idols, Taehyung needed that sleep. But every time they even reached for the blanket you’d flinch before starting to scream and kick, not stopping under any circumstances till it was secure in your arms.
You quickly shook your head at Jimin’s words, eyes already filled with worry. “No. No wash blankie.” You huffed holding it tighter.
“Baby..” Namjoon warned, not liking the word no coming out of your mouth but this seemed to only make you angrier.
“Baby, it’s icky! Wouldn’t it be nice for it to be soft and clean again? Almost as good as new?” Jungkook asked you trying to pass his excitement over to you but you weren’t having it.
“I don’t want it good as new.” Your voice got louder as you argued with him in a mocking manner which only caused him to frown. This could turn bad really quick.
Your words just made the boys more confused but let the comment pass. “Y/N I don’t think this is up for discussion anymore.” Hoseok said sympathetically. He knew this was going to escalate and that you were likely going to cry, which is one of the things he hated seeing.
“Because it’s not.” Yoongi stepped in with a somewhat firm voice. Yoongi was easily one of the scariest when mad but he never let his anger get to far. Still, you knew his potential from small moments when you were big. “Baby the sooner you hand over blankie the sooner you can have it back.” He explained in a calmer voice.
You seemed to realize that this time they wouldn’t back down so easily. “But l love blankie! You can’t have it!” You almost shouted tears already welling up in your eyes as your face turned red.
“Y/N calm down.” Jimin told you firmly. They had tried to be sweet but it was frustrating when you acted like this.
“Baby, we’re sorry. We truly are, but this has to be done.” Jin told you and your eyes widen with fear when he stood up, making his way towards the end of the stairs where you stood.
“No! No! Please! Mean daddies!” You pleaded with tears, walking up the stairs backwards which was also a no-no. The others followed behind Jin, now worried that you’d trip and abruptly told him to stop moving.
Even when Jin stopped following you, you turned your back and run upstairs and to your room, slamming the door shut behind you.
The boys sighed as they stood there in silence. “I hate this.” Yoongi admitted, guilt brewing in his stomach when you started crying and the boys agreed in hums.
“But we can’t put this off anymore or it’ll come back to bite us in the ass. We aren’t getting rid of it.” Jin spoke as if reminding them cause it felt like you were going through the six stages of grief.
“Maybe she doesn’t realize that. We should try to make her understand the situation more.” Namjoon suggest and without another word Taehyung pushed himself between them and up the stairs. Jimin tugged on his arm before he could go further.
“You guys just stay here for a while.” He told them ultimately ignoring their confused and concerned glances before continuing up the stairs and to your room.
Taehyung’s heart broke when he could hear your sobs from outside your door. He couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit guilty that his whining had caused you all of this. They knew it brought you some type of comfort but your attachment was getting unhealthy.
When he knocked on your door, your sobbing stopped but he could hear you shift on your bed. “Go away.” You told whoever was on the other side in a shaky voice.
“It’s Tae Tae. I just wanna talk.” He told you and not giving you another chance to refuse before he slowly opened the door to your room before softly closed it.
You watched him with glossy eyes and short shaky breaths as he made his way to the edge of your bed. He held out his arms for you and you slowly climbed into his lap, clinging onto his shirt for dear life as you two hugged.
He combed through your messy hair and after you had calmed down, he spoke. “Baby, why do you like blankie so much? You were over Minnie Mouse ages ago.” He asked trying to understand your attachment to it.
You sniffled before answering, “Because it protec me. Like at the airport.” You stated and at first Taehyung was just confused until he realized what you meant.
The blanket was a split second decision. You were at the airport with them and had spotted it in a store for a brief second. The boys couldn’t resist saying no to you when your eyes sparkled just describing what it looked like to them.
They couldn’t go out and buy it themselves, there was to much press and it was a baby scandal waiting to happen. So they sent out some staff to go get it and you were over the moon when it was in your hands. It was one of the easiest flights with you ever and you were fast asleep the whole time.
The boys had joked about how magical the blanket was and how it protected them from any bad behavior (mostly talking about you). Hearing that, I guess you took it to heart and vowed to take it everywhere.
The worst part of it all was that it worked.
Whenever you took the blanket anywhere you were on your best behavior and had no mishaps.
“Oh but honey, it doesn’t need to protect you at home. Nothing bad can happen here and if something does that’s what we’re here for.” He explained with a beaming smile, happy that they had gotten somewhere. “You trust us right?”
You nodded hurriedly. Of course you trusted your daddies to protect you. They were super safe and had protected you many times before. And now that you thought about it, nothing had ever happened at home…
“So while we’re protecting you, blankie can get a nice bath.” Hoseok spoke softly, you hadn’t even realized that the rest of them were slowly making their way into the room hearts fluttering when you said you trusted them.
“Bath?” You repeated and he nodded with a reassuring smile. “You know when you get icky after an accident or playing in the mud? Blankie feels icky too.” Jin stated and they watched with anxious eyes as you glanced down at your blanket. You guessed it did look less pink, and you had seen a ketchup stain that felt weird when you laid on it.
“Blankie feels icky?” You asked still nervous and the boys smiled, knowing that they had finally convinced you to crack. They would help you feel safe and the blanket would finally get washed.
“Very.” Jimin answered scrunching his nose. He made a mental note to bring up cleaning your room to get rid of the smell.
“Can I help with the bath?” You asked eyes slowly started to brighten which warmed the boys hearts.
“Absolutely!” Tae grinned.
“Now you can’t get in, but you can help wash.” Yoongi clarified but it didn’t seem to matter to you which made him feel proud of you.
Moments later you waddled off be bed and handed the blanket over to Jin causing them to shower you with praises about how good and brave you were. It made you feel a lot better.
After everyone put on gloves, including you, they all headed to the bathroom and got it ready. You had wanted a lot of bubbles and they didn’t fight you.
“We should have used the washer and dryer.” Jungkook said his arm covering his nose when the smell got worse. He was the one with the most sensitive nose so they put him on snack duty instead.
“And the tub is going to be ruined.” Namjoon pointed out when they had drained the nasty brown water for the third time.
“It’s better than buying a whole new dryer.” Jin scolded them with a huff. Not like they couldn’t afford millions anyways.
“I got pink dye.” Taehyung said when he came rushing in out of breath. He had ran all the way to the store when he had thought of the brilliant idea.
After hours of hard labor and letting everything set you were reunited with your blanket right before going to bed. You had been tucked in, teeth had been brushed, story had been read but they could tell you were still sad about not having it with you.
You let out a loud gasp when Namjoon came in the door with it in hand. It smelt like flowers and it got some of its color back. Not good as new, but you didn’t mind.
“Thank you daddies.” You whispered, yawning when it was in your hands. They looked at you with loving eyes at the adorable sight.
“Thank you for being so brave.” Yoongi said back giving you a soft kiss on the forehead before tucking you in himself. Your daddies always knew how to make you feel safe.
Oᵤᵣ Bᵢg Bₐby / BTS OT7
➭genre: little space, age regression, fluff, caregivers bts, little reader, sfw, hurt/comfort, mostly no plot
➭warnings: none
➭note: I have 100 followers?? wtff??? I love you all?? Thank you for the support??🫶🏃♀️. updated the masterlist finally
The boys never liked the idea of you having a job in the first place. On top of the possibility of you slipping into little space at work or someone realizing you live with the biggest boy group in the world, they had money. They could pay for all of your expenses anyways.
So why did you get a job? Simply to get out of the house and to have your own hard earned money in your pocket.
It didn’t take long for you to quickly feel bad about all the things they’d get for you big or little. And it didn’t take long for the mansion they moved you into with them to get small.
So here you were, two weeks into your job as a simple barista when you made your first mistake. Someone had ordered a pink drink that was pretty with strawberries and once you saw the sprinkles you slipped.
You hurriedly finished the order the best you could and rushed into the bathroom but to your horror one of your mangers Gigi, had already been in there and was washing her hands.
“What are you doing?” She quickly questioned you. She had always been a hard ass and almost no one liked her. She was picky with everything anyone did and had obvious favorites. “Your not on break, are you?”
Stupidly, your five year old mind told the truth and shook your head no.
“Then get back to work what’s wrong with you.” She said harshly which immediately brought tears to your eyes. She had yelled at you before so her harsh tone usually wouldn’t push you. But it was different when you were little, and she seemed to see that something was wrong.
She glanced at the sprinkles stuck to your sweaty hands, then at your glossy eyes. She raised an eyebrow, “How old are you twelve? Stop acting like a fucking child.” She scolded again taking a step towards you.
“N-No I’m five!” You shouted out of fear and she immediately realized what was happening. Her lips curled into a nasty grin before grabbing your ear and pulling on it as she lead out out the bathroom.
“You’re one of them idiots that think they are kids. Well guess what? Kids have to work too. And if you don’t, I’m deducting your pay.” She whispered into your ear before harshly pushing you towards the cash register where another coworker had took over.
You had no choice but to continue working and every day after that she’d keep a good eye on you. She’d criticize your every move and did things like intentionally throwing sprinkles on the floor and demanding you to sweep them up. She’d try to trigger you on purpose and when you eventually slipped she’d yell and demand you to do the most impossible tasks.
And if you dare tried to get out of it or not do it at all it only made things worse.
You were seriously thinking about quitting altogether, but being a barista soothed you and you liked the people you worked with. Of course there were occasional rude customers but you liked how organized the job was and just liked getting out of the house without it being such a hassle.
But working was starting to effect you mentally (since slipping was a coping mechanism and stress reliever) and was starting to effect you at home with the boys.
You started not to slip at home even though they were your caregivers, you were scared of death of slipping. So in turn, you started distancing yourself from them whenever you happened to slip. And then distancing yourself period.
You’d stay in your room most of the day and when it was time for dinner you have short answers whenever they tired to make conversation.
Even though they themselves were busy, your detaching did not go unnoticed. Neither did the fact that you were never little. The longest you’ve able to stay big was a week, but now it was going on three.
Finally, one day when you were off they sat you down on the couch for a talk.
“Y/N, did we do something?” Namjoon was the first to speak and the heartbreak in his voice caught you off guard.
“What?” You asked confused. That’s when you noticed how hurt they all looked. They weren’t pouting, more like sulking.
“You’ve just been distant lately. Always at work and always tired when you come home..” Hobi stated with a cautious voice as you swallowed a lump of guilt.
You hadn’t told them anything. You didn’t want them dealing with your work problems when they had their own. They had always fixed your problems to begin with, you could handle a bully on your own.
“You must be confusing me with Yoongi.” You spoke in a flat voice. You were trying to play it off as a joke but it didn’t come out right. Still, it amused Jin who let out a chuckle.
“Okay well you also haven’t slipped.” Taehyung spoke in a matter-of-factly tone which quickly made the room quiet and tense.
“I haven’t noticed..” you mumbled it obviously being a lie as you looked down at the couch.
“Really? Or did you just think we wouldn’t notice?” Jungkook corrected you quickly with a bitter tone. The words caught you off guard as you made eye contact with him. He looked sad but worried for you.
“Y/N we aren’t just your caregivers, we’re friends. Tell us what’s wrong?” Yoongi’s usual rough voice turned soft which made you shiver and shift uncomfortably in your seat. You couldn’t slip, not now.
This also didn’t go unnoticed and they suddenly had a new plan using only their eyes to confirm.
“Nothing.” You denied again.
“What’s wrong, angel? Why are you lying to us?” Jimin asked with an intention pleading tone.
Your eyes widen in realization. They were trying to get you to slip. But it far to late now.
“I’m not~” you said again in a more whiny tone as you slouched back on the couch. The warm fuzziness in your stomach was too strong to ignore this time. Especially when Tae started to pull you into his lap and stroke your hair.
The more you tried to fight the urge the more your head started to hurt. Flashbacks on your job clouded your mind as you started to cry. That’s when you broke.
“It’s okay princess.” Jungkook soothed you, using his hand to wipe your tears. “Let’s get you into some fuzzy clothes and a pull up.” He proposed taking you off of Jimin’s lap and into his arms as he headed to your room.
Not wanting to crowd you, the rest of them stayed downstairs while Jungkook whispered sweet things to you as he changed you into a comfortable onesie.
When you were back downstairs Jin had already prepared some small snacks for you along with a juice box.
“Baby, something’s made you distant and sad.” Namjoon stated once he had finished the snack and were sipping on the juice box. “We want to help you, but you have to let us okay?”
You nodded, taking a minute to form your words before speaking. “At work. Boss lady mean.” You whispered which immediately made them frown.
“What does boss lady say?” Tae asked with a worried expression as he held your hand while you were bouncing on Hobi’s lap.
“She say littles are dumb.” Tears formed in your eyes as you thought back at her mean shouting. “She yell and tug when I make messes. She no like littles.”
You could feel Yoongi hold you tighten on your hand when you continued as the boys all shared the same looks at each other. The ‘someone is getting fired’ look.
“Am I dumb?” You asked them when they went silent as your lip quivered.
“Absolutely not!” Jungkook immediately answered. “Boss lady doesn’t know what she’s talking about. You are a gift.” He continued in a strong voice. He was trying not to get to angry in front of you but his blood boiled at the thought of someone saying these things to you.
“Why didn’t you tell us this was happening baby? We would of helped you before it got to bad.” Jimin asked with a frown while he tried to maintain eye contact with you.
“I wanted to fix it myshelf.” You state in a low voice, feeling disappointed.
“It’s okay. You can be independent. It’s just when things get to bad you have to tell us.” Hobi told you softly but in a firm tone to know he was serious and you nodded.
“We’re gonna make sure she never does it again.” Tae reassured you with a head pat but you just frowned. “I can’t work?” You asked.
“You can still work sweetie. We know how much you like earning money and how relaxed you are when you work.” Jin reassured you with a gentle smile.
“It’s however the fuck boss lady is that can’t work anymore.” Yoongi mumbled angrily but it only caused you to smile.
“Swear.” You giggled and pointing as the rest of them glared at Yoongi. You loved when Yoongi swore around you, simply because he wasn’t supposed to. You grinned whenever he got scolded or smacked by Jin. Yoongi just ignored the looks and lightly chuckled, your giggles making him slightly less mad.
Once everything was settled the boys immediately had someone on the phone with your manager and she was fired only three days later.
So you vowed to yourself to tell them if anything was bothering you again.
Agust Dad—Two
➭ summary: Your a producer from another company that he happened to be collaborating with on his 2nd album D-2. At the release party— one drunk action leads to another, you do the worst thing you can do in the industry and change your fate forever.
➭genre: short series, pregnancy au, idol au, angst, dad au
➭warnings: mentions of vomit and throwing up, pregnancy, one singular cuss word, talk about self hate, hints of abortion
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note: i have such big plans for this, I just hope my writing comes in clutch. this is a little shorter, the next one will be longer I swear
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“What are you doing here?”
You ask, eyes widening when Yoongi shows up in your office one morning, effortlessly closing the door behind himself and stepping up to your desk before you can even finish your sentence.
You should have guessed that you’d have a visit from him, but you thought he was more rational than showing up at your office in broad daylight. He was supposed to be one of the more professional members.
“Is the baby mine?” Yoongi asks point blank, his tone neutral, perhaps even slightly stern.
His question hangs in the air, the answer being obvious – if slightly daunting and it catches you by the throat.
Instead, you continue to remain silent, your gaze fixed on the computer in front of you that faded to black a long while ago. You don’t know how to respond, or even what to say. And you were afraid that answering him would make everything more real. That reality would finally set in and you’d have to face the consequences.
Yoongi sighs and runs his hands through his long black hair frustratedly and decides to ask another question instead.
“How many weeks are you?” He asked this time and you know you can’t give him silence twice, not if you wanted to get him out of your office as fast as possible. You suck in a breath before you speak.
“Six weeks..” You whisper, your voice barely heard. Yoongi thinks back to six weeks ago, and realizes that the timeline added up. That he could possibly the the father.
Yoongi remains quiet for a few moments, as if letting your confirmation finally sink in. As he processes your words, his expression softens, but it’s visible that he was hit with a wave of thoughts. A mixture of emotions seems to dance across his features – uncertainty, fear, maybe even a hint of joy but you can’t find the strength to stare at him for too long.
You look at your computer, having your own wave of conflicting emotions and thoughts wash over you. Disbelief, shock, guilt – all of it, all at once.
But the longer there is a stalemate between the two of you, the more uncomfortable the atmosphere gets.
Just like you had thought. Reality set in the more silent you sat through.
You were pregnant with Min Yoongi’s baby.
“So…” Yoongi starts, breaking the heavy silence once and for all, “what do you plan on doing about it?”
“I plan on having a baby..” You state firmly but your voice is still small and quiet. You still can’t look up at him and stare at the black screen, feeling overwhelmed by the whole thing. You couldn’t believe you were having this conversation with him of all people, in broad daylight.
There’s a long pause after your declaration. Yoongi takes a step back, his expression shifting into one filled with worry and concern. When he speaks his voice is in a whisper and filled with emotions.
“Why?”
You could guess in what direction this conversation is heading, and you don’t like it.
“You know I work in music. People wouldn’t be pleased to know I have a kid, let alone with a co-worker. Not to mention that I’m a public figure. Hell, we’re not even married.” You know it makes sense, you know that this baby would only make problems but something deep inside you urges you to object anyway. You know I’m your heart that you can’t just abandon and give up on this baby.
“I don’t need your help raising it.” You dare to say, your voice firm. You knew the risks of people finding out you were pregnant with Yoongi’s baby. The media would go crazy and you would likely lose your job. Still, you didn’t want to abandon your baby like he did you. Like he would do this child. You didn’t need his help, in fact, you rather he stay away all together.
The silence is stretched out until Yoongi finally speaks, his words measured.
"I see," he says slowly, the words sinking in, "so, you plan on raising the baby by yourself." He clarity’s to himself and you nod, staying firm.
He runs his hands through his hair again, this time with more tension. He thinks through your words and tries to process them, all while struggling to keep calm. He looked visibly stressed about the entire situation so you’re half expecting him to just give you a check for your silence and walk out.
He lets out a long sigh, the tension between you two reaching its breaking point.
"This is my problem too. I'll help you however I can," Yoongi says, his tone shifting into a more level- headed one. “But you can’t just decide what happens to this baby if it’s mine and leave me out. This affects me too.”
You roll your eyes and scoff at his choice of words. If it’s he’s. Like you were always so unprofessional and just slept around. He was calling it a problem for God’s sake. Calling you a problem.
“It’s not like you would risk your whole career for a woman you don’t even know.” You say sternly, trying to control your emotions but it’s hard when your stomach and your throat are burning.
“I’ll raise this baby alone just like how you left me alone after we did it. You don’t get to decide anything.” You say and the words sound harsh but you’re just looking out for yourself. You didn’t need Yoongi and all the package he came with.
“So you’ll just have Jin help you though the whole thing.” He says and it earns him a scoff and a glare.
“I didn’t want to get Jin involved he was just there.” You say firmly, feeling your blood boiling even though you know you should calm down. “At least he was there.” You say harshly.
“Why do you keep saying shit like that?” He finally asks clearly getting worked up as he looks at you in disbelief and confusion.
“Because that’s what you did! You lured me in and then left me! I put my entire job in jeopardy and you didn’t even care.” You state, memories of being alone in the hotel, wallowing in self hate over your mistake.
You wanted to tell him how much he made you hate yourself. How much he damaged you on the inside. How he took your pride and dignity with him when he left.
“You made me feel terrible,” your voice cracks slightly as you try to hold down the tears in your throat. “And the worst part is that at the end of the day. It didn’t even affect you. You’re still famous and rich and loved by many.”
Your stomach turns as you think back to when you first heard BTS. When listened to his first album. How excited you were when you got to work with him on a song.
Yoongi's expression is blank, his eyes boring into you from the opposite end of the desk as he contemplates your words. This is indeed new information for him, and it might take some time for him to wrap his mind around.
Something changes in his eyes as he stares at you, his eyes never leaving you. He opens his mouth, looking conflicted as he tries to build a sentence but your to embarrassed and ashamed to even hear what he wants to say.
So before he can say anything you stand up from your desk and rush out, holding your stomach as you feel morning sickness coming. You know that he still has more to say, but you refuse to look back. For now at least, Yoongi will just have to stew in his own conflicted feelings.
You get to the bathroom, tears finally falling from your lids as you bent over the toilet and throw up the little breakfast you had. You felt like a mess all over again. Your head is spinning and your eyes are hazy. You’re so exhausted and tired you think you might faint.
You know that seeing Yoongi again would likely break you completely, and you’re to scared to go back to your office because you don’t know if he is gone or not.
You decided to go home early, stating that you’re sick and all it took was one good look at you and they gave you permission to leave. No doubt you looked a mess, even with a mask on.
Once you're home, you slump down on your bed, exhausted after the events of the day. You’d really need some rest after today's events, not to mention the persistent nausea and fatigue that have been plaguing you. You feel tired but can't seem to fall asleep, thoughts spinning around your head about your pregnancy and what's to come.
When you finally manage to get in a short nap it doesn’t last as long as you needed. You check the clock on your phone and see it's late at night, and that you have a new message from a number you don't recognize.
The text is completely anonymous. From an unsaved number you had never seen before. But despite this, know how exactly who it’s from and it sends you into a spiral.
i’m here now
Agust Dad—Three
➭ summary: Your a producer from another company that he happened to be collaborating with on his 2nd album D-2. At the release party— one drunk action leads to another, you do the worst thing you can do in the industry and change your fate forever.
➭genre: short series, pregnancy au, idol au, angst, dad au
➭warnings: none I think, just pure angst, Yoongi’s kinda stalkerish but that’s okay
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note: I don’t wanna drag this out but I don’t wanna make the chapters to long😭 anyways my life has been crazy lately and this story gives me life so THANK YOU SM for all of the support I love you ALL. Updated the tag list for whoever asked to be on it🫶🏽
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You thought blocking him would fix the problem. Even though you both worked in the same building, you thought blocking him would make everything go away. You thought he would get a hint and let your breathe.
You actually woke up the next morning with a sense of relief – you’re done with Yoongi. He’s finally out of your life and won't be causing more drama and heartbreak.
Or so you thought.
A loud knock on your front door brings you back to harsh reality very quickly. You weren’t expecting anyone, and it's way too early in the day to be a package or delivery. No one made any prior plans to visit you.
In fact, you hadn’t really talked to anyone since the incident besides a couple family members. But they were way to far from Seoul to suddenly drive to your house.
You stumble to your front door, rubbing your eyes as you try to adjust to the light. You have your hand on the doorknob, prepared to open it as you take a small glance through the peephole.
Oh, it’s Yoongi.
It registers in your head and you quickly do a double take, leaning down more to get a better view.
Oh, it’s YOONGI.
He’s head is down as he looks at his phone, so you can’t get the clearest look at his features but you recognize the luxurious long black hair. You recognize the nice black blazer that he always seems to have on. You recognize his freakishly pale skin and his long fingers and veiny hands.
Min Yoongi is at your doorstep at six o clock in the morning.
You quickly swing your door open, causing his head to snap up from his phone as you stare at him with wide eyes.
“What are you doing here?”
You get deja vu as you whisper yell at him, afraid you’d alert the neighbors or some crazy fan would realize that Min Yoongi is on your doorstep.
You should be asking how he got your address and number, but your mind is too much of a mess to ask the right questions.
“Why can’t I come check up on you?” Yoongi frowns, irritated by your cold welcome and you stare at him like he is an alien.
Before you can answer his insane question, he speaks up again. “Wow this house is treacherous.” He mumbles as he glancing around your porch.
You shake your head, dismissing the sudden rude remark on your house. “Yoongi are you insane? You can’t come here like this.” You say in a quiet voice again, glancing around your neighborhood but nothing has changed.
“You blocked me.” Yoongi states, his tone making it sound like it was the most obvious thing in the world but his expression was still blank.
“Well I did it because I didn’t want to talk to you.” You state harshly, making it clear how crazy he looked by somehow finding your address and showing up anyways.
He just stands there, remaining unfazed by your outbursts, his gaze never wavering. Instead of saying something back, he simply pushes a piece of paper you hadn’t notice he had, towards you.
You give him a confused look as you take the paper before glancing down to look at it. Upon closer inspection your eyes catch certain words.
Your eyes widen as you realize what the piece of paper was.
You don’t know what you’re going to say, but as you glance back up at him you attempt to move your mouth anyways. He speaks again before you can say even anything. “Take the paternity test.”
You remain silent as you stare down at the paternity test in your hands, the silence between you growing more and more intense. "If the baby isn’t mine, you can block me and I’ll leave you alone. But if it’s mine, I want to be involved..”
For the first time every, you see a hint of emotion in his eyes. His blank expression softens, revealing a hint of who he might really be. “I want to be there.”
You don't say anything, but inside your heart's beating a mile a minute and your thoughts are spinning around your mind as you try to process everything. This moment feels far too surreal, like something out of a drama that only exists in fiction.
Of course you couldn’t believe his words. After everything you spilled to him yesterday, you couldn’t just hop back into his arms. You couldn’t just trust him again. You want to tell him off for showing up at your door like this in the first place.
But still, a faint flicker of hope springs inside you. A tiny voice whispers things in your ear that maybe things will be different. Maybe you won’t be alone. Just maybe you could trust him.
"Fine, I'll take the test." As soon as the words leave your mouth, you feel a pang of regret. You can’t deny him the right to know if it’s his, even if you knew that it was already biologically. He was the only man you’d slept with for almost a year.
Without giving him much time to process your words, you close the door breathing heavily as you tired to calm your thoughts. You try to focus on other things for the time being, but despite your efforts to think positively and be strong, a nagging feeling of dread never leaves you. You feel a heavy weight sink in your stomach as you worry about the future and your baby.
You retreat to your room, shutting the door behind you. You take the paternity test out, and after a moment of hesitation, you start taking it. You take a sample of your spit and see that Yoongi has already done the same.
You try to keep your mind blank while you do it, but as soon as you start collecting the sample, your brain is flooded with thoughts of Yoongi and your time together. The night, the sex, everything.
You can’t help but wonder how the you and Yoongi would look together, holding a little baby in your arms with him next to you. You can’t help but think about things as if it was another universe were you met on simpler terms.
Your thoughts quickly spiral into a fantasy, and by the time you finish taking the test, your cheeks are red.
You know it’s stupid but you can’t help but think about what’s going to come after the test gets back to you. It’s going to be proof that the baby is his and he claims to want to be involved.
That he wants to be there.
That he’s here now.
Your mind wanders back to the conversation you had in your office. How you told him over and over that he had abandoned you. And in response, here he was saying that he was here for you.
You don’t know how long you can believe him and you don’t know if the desire to care for the baby will go away.
But one things for certain is that the test will come back positive.
And you’ll no longer escape the reality of what awaits you.
Before you know it, Yoongi shows up to your house a couple days later but this time you actually invited him.
You know that you couldn’t tell him at the company cause you could be caught and it’s not something you should tell him through text, so you invited him to your house.
The doorbell rings and your eyes go to the clock above the door.
It's early, but not that early. With your heart racing, you head to the door and slowly it open to reveal... Yoongi.
You remain frozen for a moment before speaking, your throat dry.
He looks as handsome as ever, though he seems more cautious and serious than usual. He knows why he is here, and you know why he is here.
So you push back any thoughts that aren’t necessary and any memories that don’t need to be brought back. "Hello," you say simply, not knowing what else to say.
"Hello," he greets you, eyes skimming over your stomach, which isn’t yet visible but will be soon.
“Come in..” you say in a quiet voice turning away from him and going to the couch in the living room. Your heart starts racing as you begin to feel anxious about the conversation that lies ahead.
Yoongi enters your house, but the air is tense. The silence hangs so thick that you could cut it with a knife.
Eventually, he speaks up, his tone stiff.
"Did you get the results back?" he asks, his deep voice cuts through the silence.
Immediately your heartbeat goes up a notch, and you silently nod in response. “I did..” you mumble, swallowing hard as you pick up the paper off the table and slowly hand it to him, your heart thumping as you watch him closely.
A moment passes as he scans the paper in silence, taking his time and processing the implications.
Finally, he hands the paper back to you, his expression unreadable and the tension in the room as thick as ever.
There, it's all out in the open now, and there's no going back. You’ve officially connected yourself to Min Yoongi.
"So... it's true then."
Yoongi's words hang in the air, heavy.
You nod, your throat squeezed shut with anxiety and worry. Yoongi's gaze wanders across your face, his expression unreadable. His mind must be racing with thoughts of what to do next.
The silence stretches on forever before he finally speaks again. “We need to talk about this," he says calmly, and his tone is decisive.
You take a deep breath before speaking. “Well, I already told you I plan on raising it alone.” You state in a low voice, not making eye contact with him.
Yoongi exhales a shaky frustrated breath, his emotions taking the wheel once more. He takes a moment to collect himself before finding the right words. "And you think I'm just supposed to sit by and let that happen?" He challenges.
You blink, and for a moment, you can tell how serious he's being and you know you’re being stubborn but you can’t help but think of all the package Yoongi came with. His career, his fans, his schedule.
“It’ll just be easier for you and for me if you weren’t involved.” You state, with a heavy sigh. Yoongi's expression doesn't change, but his body language shifts. He crosses his arms and leans against the wall, the tension in his stance palpable.
"Easier for you, maybe. But don’t you think the baby has a right to know who its father is?” He asks and the question catches you by the throat and makes it dry.
Your stomach is filled with guilt, because you know he has a point. You go quiet at the moment, suddenly feeling guilty Yoongi had a right to be involved and the baby had the right to have a father.
And if Yoongi has asked this question, then maybe he was being serious. Maybe he actually cared about the child.
“So, how much do you want to be involved in?” You ask, glancing up at him to see that his eyes narrow momentarily before he responds, but his tone gradually softens as he sees the guilt in your eyes.
"I want to know the baby," he says, the softness in his tone taking you by surprise. "I want to be there for everything, from the first doctor's visits to the first words. I want to be part of its life."
You notice that whenever he says "the baby", his eyes flick towards your stomach as he speaks, even though there’s not visual of the baby even being there.
“What about your career? What about the media?” You question, slightly worried how his fans will react, how his company will react. It wasn’t everyday an idol got some random woman knocked up.
Yoongi relaxes a little after you concede the point, no longer challenging you. "Don't worry about that," Yoongi says quickly, his voice full of determination.
"The media's always going to make a big fuss, but I'll handle it. I'll handle everything. You shouldn’t stress about anything, especially if it’s not your problem to worry about."
His words make your heart flutter, but you're not sure if it's happiness or anxiety. It was like when he looked at the paper, his whole demeanor changed. His whole mindset changed, and you don’t know if you should be excited or worried.
"Listen," he says softly, "I never dreamed that something like this would happen, but now that it has, I want to make sure this baby has the best life possible. I’m not going to take the easy way out, that’s not what a real man does.” He states and despite his tough exterior, Yoongi is determined to be a present father for your child-to-be.
It’s silent again, millions of thoughts and emotions racing through your mind. “Well, I have a seven week appointment, if you want to come..” You mumble in a quiet voice.
“I’ll be there.”
He says, way to quickly.
Agust Dad—Four
➭ summary: Your a producer from another company that he happened to be collaborating with on his 2nd album D-2. At the release party— one drunk action leads to another, you do the worst thing you can do in the industry and change your fate forever.
➭genre: short series, pregnancy au, idol au, angst, dad au
➭warnings: a couple cuss words, mention of abortion
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note: this was supposed to be done yesterday, oopsies. Updated the tag list for everyone who wanted to be on it and some of them don’t work for some reason
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A week later, Yoongi is at your house again. But this time it feels like a dream.
Unlike the last visits, there’s a nice and expensive car parked outside with tinted windows. And also unlike the last times, he attempts to cover up his face.
He has a mask under his chin with black sunglasses that matches the black beanie he has on to cover most of his hair.
You hate that he still looks nice.
You take your eyes out of the peephole and open the door to greet him face and to face. You also have glasses on the cover your eyes (and the black bags under them) and a mask.
“You didn’t have to walk me to the car..” You mumble as you step out and close the door behind you.
“In a neighborhood like this, and a porch like this...” his voice trails off as he glances around the outside of your house with a slight repulsed expression.
You roll your eyes as you step down the stairs and to his car, quickly pushing back the thought of him actually caring about you on the way down.
“The company hadn’t really blew up yet,” you say in response to his comment on your house. “Which is probably why they sold their souls to HYBE..” you remark in a low voice as you get into the passenger seat.
You hear Yoongi snicker at your comment as he gets in the drivers seat but doesn’t say anything else. It's only a few days since he first found out that the baby was his. In the subsequent days, you've spoken at length with him about the situation.
He let you know that he had done you the honors of canceling your original appointment and setting something up with a more professional and private hospital that worked with celebrities and idols. Even though he thought you would freak out about it, you didn’t. It just shows further that he seems committed to being involved in your baby's life, which is a relief but also makes you nervous.
The two of you show up at the clinic together, and it's the first time you've spent time one-on-one since you got pregnant. It's also the first time you've properly spoken, without the usual tension between you.
Yoongi walks alongside you, his expression soft and his gaze almost gentle but also serious.
The time passes in a flash, and before you know it, you're in the room, getting an ultrasound with Yoongi standing next to you, his eyes glued to the screen as the doctor goes about her work.
Your eyes are also glued to the screen. There’s no isn’t much on it, the baby being small and it doesn’t even look human. But you can’t help but get slightly emotional at the sight of it.
“Wow,” the doctor exclaims, taking off the stethoscope out of her ears and putting it on yours instead. The other end is pressed against your stomach, and your eyes widen when you hear a fast heartbeat in your ears.
It isn’t your heartbeat. It’s your baby’s.
Your glossy eyes trail over to Yoongi, listening to the heartbeat as the doctor pull as away to look at her clipboard. She writes something down and then takes the stethoscope out of your ears. “You wanna listen, dad?” She asks Yoongi, catching him off guard.
You can tell he is caught off guard, his eyes flicking to you and then to the doctor. He swallows a lump on his throat and silently walks over to you. The stethoscope slowly goes into his ears and you watch his body freeze as his dark brown eyes meet yours.
“Well, your baby is very healthy congratulations.” She starts off as you try to tear your eyes away from Yoongi’s. “And you’re due sometime in early or mid March.”
Her sentence damn near knocks the wind out of you. This time, Yoongi’s emotions are clear to you, his eyes widen slightly and filled with emotion. You can’t help but chuckle at the crazy circumstance.
Yoongi’s birthday was in March.
You weren’t planning to go back to work until the morning sickness died down, but you can’t help but feel a different sinking filling in your stomach when you stood outside of your bosses office after he called you in.
You take a breath and walk in the door, your feet immediately freezing when you see much more than your boss in the room.
Bang Si-Hyuk.
Hitman Bang.
This couldn’t be good.
“Ah, Ms Y/N. Please, sit down.” He says when he notices you, gesturing towards a chair by the table he was sitting out.
Cautiously, you make your way to a seat and sit down and just when your butt hits the chair, the door opens.
You grow pale when you glance up and see Yoongi walk into the room. He doesn’t notice you right away, but when he does he lets out a curse under his breath. “Shit.”
This definitely wasn’t good.
“Ah, Yoongi. Come sit.” Bang says, his smile only widening when he sees Yoongi. Yoongi goes to take a seat across from you but he doesn’t seem to be thrilled that he is here.
It’s quiet for a minute, Bang Si-Hyuk just looking back and forth at you and Yoongi, analyzing the two of you but you can’t even look at Yoongi. The tension between the three of you is almost palpable.
“Just curious, how do you two know each other?” He speaks after moment of silence that feels like years. You shift uncomfortably in your chair but can’t bring yourself to answer. You can’t even bring yourself to look at him as he talked.
Yoongi doesn’t bother saying either his gaze looking entirely unperturbed but even he can’t stare at his boss. He clearly anticipated that something like this would happen, and he's not ready to defend you just yet. It was like the two of you were caught kissing under the bleachers and were in the principals office.
“You must know each other well seeing as though Yoongi took you to a private doctor and stayed in there with you through the whole thing and then came out holding hands.” He speaks again in a daring and mocking tone but the two of you stay quiet, your heart thumping as he brings up the private doctor.
“Well, maybe the HYBE employee who saw you got it wrong. Maybe he was misunderstood the situation,” he says again, taking a pause as he leans closer to you. “Why were you there? Was it an abortion?”
You see Yoongi’s eyes snap up to his boss at the corner of your eye. His gaze hardens and he clenches his jaw. Si-Hyuk notices this as well and glances at you and then back at Yoongi with a dry chuckle.
He leans back and folds his arms, opening his mouth to say anything but you speak first before he can say anything else bold to provoke an answer out of Yoongi.
“It was my seven week ultrasound.” You sprout out, your eyes widening in shock as if you weren’t the one that said it.
It gets quiet again as Si-Hyuk slowly turns to look at you, looking amused as he lets out a long dramatic sigh. “Ms, are you aware that having relations with someone in the same company is not aloud?” He asks calmly and your eyes widen.
Your mortified. Panicked and scared. Your worst fear was coming to life. You were going to loose your job. As the reality of your situation starts to set in, your face heats up and you feel your heart in your throat. Si-Hyuk isn't kidding, and you're about to lose your job.
"Boss, I don't think you understand. It was a one-night thing–"
"A one-night thing that resulted in a baby." Si-Hyuk says in a clipped tone, cutting you off.
“Expect she wasn’t at the company when this happened.” Yoongi speaks up quickly for you, who is to busy panicking and frozen to point that out yourself.
“Still, no relations with one another are aloud here.” Si-Hyuk responds calmly to him.
“There is no relations.” Yoongi rebutted quickly and you can’t help but feel a sharp pain in your heart at his words, almost physically flinching back.
You don’t know why, put there’s a sting that washes over you at how fast he responded. How fast he denied having any connecting with you, days after he listened to the baby’s heart rate.
You know you’re sensitive, that maybe he was just trying to help keep your job. And you shouldn’t feel heartbroken but you do. And you hate that you do.
“Great, so you’ll have no problem with me firing her.” Si-Hyuk snaps you out of your trance, your face paling as your eyes widen.
Your eyes snap towards Yoongi in shock and you catch him get a glimpse at your mortified face as he shakes his head and cusses again. “Shit.”
“You know this isn’t fucking fair. There are laws. You can’t fire her over this.” He argues as Si-Hyuk basically laughs in his face.
“Watch me.” He says simply and you don’t know if you want Yoongi to keep defending you or want him to shut up instead. Before anyone can speak again Si-Hyuk turns towards you again. “Y/N, you’re fired. I expect your things to be cleared by tomorrow evening.”
Your mouth falls open in shock, and the color drains from your already pale face. Your heart thumps at his words, too stunned to speak as tears cloud your eyes, making your vision blur. “Wait, please-“ you try to plead in a panic.
You had just switched to this company and it was your only money source. You knew that being a solo producer was inconsistent and you were likely to get scammed by whoever you worked with.
“You’re dismissed.” He cuts you off quickly, gesturing to the door and your to stunned to speak more. You’re to shocked at everything that you can’t even peg for your job back. “Yoongi, I still have things to discuss with you.”
With a heavy breathing and a pained feeling in your chest, you slowly get up from the chair, bowing to him to side the tears in your eyes before quickly stumbling out of the door.
You can't believe that you just lost your job, all because of a mistake you made in a moment of weakness.
When you’re in the hallway you hear Yoongi start to yell at him but you can’t make out the words, you don’t want to know. You just want to get far away, and cry. All you wanted was for this day to go by normally, but instead you've been faced with the reality of your situation.
Your boss doesn't care.
Your future more uncertain than it was before.
You start to walk down the empty hallway, hugging your arms as tears fall uncontrollably as you let out a sniffle. The weight of someone’s hands on your shoulders snap you back to reality. When you turn around your face to face with Yoongi.
It’s Yoongi.
“Hey, I can try to change his mind or pull some strings—“ he tries to say but you just shrug his hand off your shoulder.
“Haven’t you done enough?” You snap at him with a harsh tone but it doesn’t even make him flinch. “I have nothing now. All because you wouldn’t leave me alone like I told you to.” You have tears in your eyes, because despite everything, you desperately wanted this to work. Because you desperately wanted everything to be okay.
“So just leave me alone now, please.” Your voice shakes and is filled with emotion. Your words seem to have the effect of taking Yoongi by surprise. His arms drop to his sides and his body language shifts, his focus turning inwards. You can almost see the thoughts racing across his head.
He looks like he wants to say something too, like he is carefully picking out his words before saying them. But you don’t want to hear anything he has to say. You don’t want to see him. You don’t want him to continuously make a mess of your life.
You know how whiny you should and that you should be grateful to have an idol who isn’t willing to leave you in the dust, but you can’t help but wish he had.
He pauses for a moment and lets out a sigh, before speaking. “I have a feeling that’s going to become impossible Y/N.” He states, much to your confusion.
“And why is that?” You ask him suspiciously as your cheeks start to dry up and you let out s sniffle.
“Bang what’s to get ahead of this before the media does,” he speaks cautiously and carefully, tip toeing around the point and that makes you even more anxious. “He isn’t going to use your name, but in case someone found out he didn’t want any trace of you at the company to avoid a scandal so he had to fire you—“
“Use my name for what?” You cut him off firmly, taking a step closer to him as you look at him straight in the eyes.
“I told him I want to be in the baby’s life,” your heart beats faster at his words. You were telling him to stay away after he just told his boss he wanted to be involved. He hasn’t cracked yet.
He continues, “So before anyone else can find out, he’s releasing a statement saying that I’ve been in a two year relationship and have a baby on the way.”
Great.
Agust Dad—Five
➭ summary: Your a producer from another company that he happened to be collaborating with on his 2nd album D-2. At the release party— one drunk action leads to another, you do the worst thing you can do in the industry and change your fate forever.
➭genre: short series, pregnancy au, idol au, angst, dad au
➭warnings: nothing really, mention of throw up, twitter
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note: the calm before the storm :)
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It only had been forty eight hours later when the statement comes out on twitter. Like Yoongi had said, there’s no mention of a name. Just that Yoongi had been in a two year relationship (which is a lie) and now had a baby on the way.
ARMY were expected to give Yoongi the time he needed to spend with his girlfriend and respect his privacy.
And in response, most of his fans threatened to track you down for taking away their precious Suga. Others suspected that the company was lying (which they aren’t wrong) and others were supportive of him. Then there were the rumors about who it could be while guessing it was just a girl who was a gold digger and/or he had gotten baby trapped.
You don’t know if it’s because of the hormones and morning sickness, but the whole thing made you sick. You felt terrible. It had finally hit you that you've lost everything — your job, your relationship with your coworkers, and sooner or later your reputation. The guilt and regret set in deeply as you think back to the moment when you made the decision to have sex with Yoongi.
It all seemed so magical back then, so carefree. But that's long gone now, replaced with sadness and fear for the future.
You're not even showing yet, but even still you can't bring yourself to get out of bed. It doesn't seem like anything is worth that effort. You have absolutely no one and nothing but a trashcan that catches all of your throw up.
The only thing that coaxes you out of your bed and depressive trance is a loud knock on your door. Your stomach grows queasy as you recognize the sound, but you know you can't ignore the problem. Because you knew who the problem was.
Groaning, you eventually drag yourself out of bed, your vision swimming as you step out into the hallway.
This time, you don’t even check the peephole. You don’t have the energy to be act surprised, cause at this point, you’re not.
Yoongi.
He stands in the doorway, looking concerned. His eyes are drawn to the small pudge on your belly, and the look he gives you is full of pity. He isn’t dressed in his usual fancy black blazer or a suit. He’s dressed casually, with a plaid oversized shirt and nice slightly baggy jeans.
You said you weren’t surprised but Yoongi does the honor of proving your wrong.
"How are you feeling?" he asks softly but then he takes his eyes off of your stomach and looks at your face.
Your hair isn’t brushed and messy from laying in your bed all day, you’re certain there is throw up on the corners of your mouth and undoubtedly you smell terrible. Not to mention your red face and puffy eyes.
You watch him analyze your horrible state and get his answer before you can even say anything. It’s not like he had the strength to answer him anyways.
Then his eyes shift to your hand and that’s when you notice that you had your phone in your hand, twitter visibly open with the trending hashtag #yoongi on the screen.
“If it helps, I don’t like anything they’re saying either.” He mumbles and you see the disappointment clear on his face.
You just quickly shut your phone off and put it in your back pocket and before you can speak or say a proper greeting you notice for the first time that he’s holding a bag of groceries in his arms.
You point to the bag in his arms with a confused expression. “What’s that for?”
“Oh, for you.” He says quickly, and you see him about to hand over the bag to you but then takes a look at your stomach and quickly changes his mind. You try not to think too hard about how caring he seemed. You have to remind yourself that he’s just doing the bare minimum.
Yoongi’s voice breaks through your thoughts. “I figured you’d be looking at the media and probably hadn’t eaten today, and you don't have a job anymore, so....” is all he says, his voice trailing off and you can’t help but notice the slight hint of guilt at the end of his sentence.
“It’s not much but, it’s important for you to eat.” He mumbles and you realize how incredibly dangerous it was for him to be out while he is trending. He went out of his way to get some things and risk being caught or questioned by his company, to make sure you ate.
You realize how much of a jerk you seem for just leaving him outside in the porch, especially when he can be seen. You step back from the door and shuffle to the side so he can step inside, muttering a ’thank you’ as he came in.
He follows you into the kitchen, where you busy yourself with putting away the groceries, trying to fight the butterflies in your stomach. Your eyes widen even more as you start to take out items from the bag.
It’s newer ingredients and kitchen supplies that look like they haven’t been touched. You start to realize the oddly specific ingredients and combinations in the bag.
In the silence, Yoongi studies your back, the small bump visible through your shirt before jumping up when you pull out a knife from the bag.
“I was gonna make you something!” He says quickly, and suddenly he is next to you, holding your hand as he uses the other to slowly glides the knife out of your hands. “If that’s alright with you.” He says more calmly and softly when it is out of your grasp.
You glance up at him, your heart beating as you realize how close he’s standing next to you. How gentle he was being with you. “Yes, of course—“ you start to respond in a quiet voice when Yoongi’s ringer goes off.
He takes out his vibrating phone from his pocket and you get a glimpse of the user ID.
‘Bang PD’
He quickly glances at you and you realize how busy Yoongi must be now. How much he has to deal with and talk about. Yet he was here. With you. You don’t know if you should feel guilty and thankful for the fact.
To your surprise, Yoongi doesn’t just ignore the call. He declines it. Your eyes widen as you look away from the phone and up at him. “What are you doing?” You ask him with concern.
“It’s not important.” He says while powering his phone completely off and shutting it down and before you can question it he speaks again. “I don’t need it right now. And you don’t need yours either.” He states, raising an eyebrow as he held out his hand.
You pause for a moment, just looking down at his hand as he waited for you to give him your phone. You don’t have the strength to fight him on it, and you know that in the end it was probably for the best.
You slowly take out your hand from your back pocket and hand it to him. You watch him do something on your phone before shutting it down completely and putting it in his pocket.
You take a seat as he starts to get out the rest of the ingredients and start to prepare to cook the meal which he tells you that it’s going to be some chicken noodle soup.
You sit on a stool on the kitchen island, trying not to gag or throw up at all the smells of food and ingredients, but your stomach rumbles at the same time.
“I wanted to talk to you about something.” He says after a while of moving in silence, which snaps you out of the imaginary world you were sucked into like when he took the paternity test. A world where everything wasn’t a complete mess.
“About what?” You ask in a quiet voice, watching his back as he stirred the broth in a pot that he had brought.
“Well since the media now knows that I have a ‘girlfriend’ and unborn child, I thought it would be best if you moved from this neighborhood.” He explains calmly but cautiously, not bothering to look at you as he spoke.
“Where to..?” You ask in complete shock. You know he has a point, but you has always had a problem with big changes in life. You loved familiarity. And this was the opposite. It was unexpected and random.
"I have a place for you to stay." Yoongi says, his voice firm but he stays completely calm at the same time. "A house in Gangnam that I don’t use."
You stiffen at his words, but you know that if you said no, it might push him away. You can't afford to be stubborn with him. You had no idea what he would do next.
"It'll be safer for you there. You'll have everything provided for you. The best doctors, a good home, it’s very secure..." he continues, his gaze locking with yours. "I don't want anything to happen to you or the baby before it's even born."
“You just expect for me to up and move? What about my house? My things? This is crazy.” You say, shaking your head at the idea. Sure, it would be nice to live in a better neighborhood where you felt more safe. But to you, it didn’t seem realistic to just sell everything to live in Yoongi’s paradise.
"Don't worry, I'll sell your house for you and you can use that money to replace anything you've lost in the move. I'll make sure everything is covered, so you don't have to worry." He can see the doubt in your eyes and tries to put your mind at ease.
Yoongi seems genuine, but his words still feel too good to be true. You don't have anyone else to rely on here, so you can't really say no without risking everything.
"I can handle all of it." Yoongi says, his voice becoming more intense as he speaks, more determined. "I'll handle everything. You just need to focus on yourself and the baby, nothing more."
He looks up at you, and you realize that he's serious. This isn't a negotiation. Your heart jumps into your throat as you realize what this means.
"Listen," Yoongi says again, and this time you realize that he's pleading with you. "I know this is asking a lot. And you have no good reason to trust me. But I need you to.”
Your heart starts to pound and flutter as he talks. Your breathing heavy and your eyes wide in shock. He seems genuine, concerned, maybe even a little afraid. You can hear a little voice whisper to you to trust him, and you realize that you kind of don’t have a choice. You’d be stupid to not take his hospitality.
You open your mouth to answer him. To tell him that you’ll move into one of the extra houses he just has lying around, but the doorbell rings before you can speak.
You jump at the sound of the doorbell, and Yoongi looks up as well. “I’ll get it.” You mumble instead, slowly getting up and walking to the door, dismissing the slight concerned look on Yoongi’s face.
You step to the front of the door and lean down to peek through the peephole just in case. Your jaw drops when you immediately recognize who is at your door. You freeze in front of the door, your breath catching in your throat.
The rest of BTS.
Every member of the famous group are at your doorstep.
They look covered up, but to you, it’s clear who they are. But you have no clue why they are here. Or how they even got to your house. Or how they even knew to come here.
As you watch in shock, your mind races. What if this is about the baby? If Si-Hyuk told them about the pregnancy, maybe they know about you too, and they're here to find you.
“Who is it?” Yoongi asks, walking up behind you as you slowly turn to look at him. He looks worried, but also curious.
“It’s BTS..”
“What?” Yoongi says in shock and confusion as you slowly open the door to reveal the six figures at the door.
Yoongi looks over your shoulder, his eyes wide as he watches the BTS members crowd the doorway, his face filled with disbelief and confusion. The members of BTS look just as surprised, shifting uncomfortably on the doorstep when they meet eyes with him.
Your heart pounds in your chest and you're so stunned you only stand there silently, eyes shifting between Yoongi and his group members as they exchange glances.
“What are you all doing here?” Yoongi asked suspiciously but quickly moves backwards so that they can all crowd inside the house so they can’t be seen.
Once the door is closed and everyone is gathered at the entrance, a member finally breaks the silence.
“No hyung, what are you doing here? We have a bunch of things going on and no one can reach you.” Namjoon speaks up, his voice stern but he is clearly worried.
Yoongi glances at you before turning back to them, the muscles in his jaw clenched as his gaze is locked with theirs. “I had to check up on Y/N.” Yoongi says, his face is blank but the muscles in his jaw still clenched.
Some of the members glance at you, as if noticing you were there for the first time even though they were in your house.
Jin shows you a smile, a familiar bright and friendly one despite the tense atmosphere. “Y/N. So good to see you again.” He says and you can’t help but relax your muscles slightly at his upbeat tone.
“Excuse us, where are our manners.” Hobi speaks up, now looking at you as well. “Thank you for letting us in and your house,” he takes a pause to look around his smile flattening slightly. “Is lovely.”
“We really don’t mean to barge in, it’s just that Yoongi here was supposed to meet us at the recording studio, but never showed. We figured he was here..” Jimin explains as you try to wrap your mind around the information and the fact that all of BTS were in your house.
“So, he told you guys everything?” You ask, feeling a little self conscious about everything. And of course you meet all of BTS when you looked your absolute worst.
“He told me everything.” Jin speaks up, slightly proud and with a smirk. “These guys only figured it out a couple days ago.”
“It’s nice to finally meet you!” Taehyung speaks up with a big foxy smile as he shakes your hand. “I can’t wait to have a little nephew or niece.” He says and you can’t help but flush red. They hadn’t really accepted you already, had they?
“Me too!” Jungkook jumps in and Namjoon sighs and rubs my temple when he sees them start to get off topic. “If there’s anything you need or want you can text me any time.” Jungkook states with a small smile and you can’t help but return it back. A side of you even started to fangirl at the sight of his smile.
“Actually,” Yoongi speaks up and you’re thankful when all of their eyes shift off you. “You can help her move.”
Three more days later after that all of BTS are gathered at your house, helping you move the little things you have to Yoongi’s shelter in Gangnam. Jin’s girlfriend Harin was also there and helped you settle down. Yoongi told you not to worry about the selling process and that the earlier you moved out of the house the better.
You couldn’t help but feel closer to Yoongi durning the whole process. Even if there was a day or two you didn’t see him, he would always make sure to text you.
You realized that what he did before locking your phone was deleting twitter all together and you didn’t have the strength to get it back yet, but overall. You were feeling better. Despite what you originally thought, having Yoongi around seemed to cheer you up.
It was nice to felt cared for, even if he was just caring for the baby and not you yourself.
It was late afternoon when you all got done and everyone headed home, including Yoongi. But what you didn’t know is that he sung by the place later in the night to check on you and make you a snack.
He knocked on the door to the house but when no one answered he did the favor of using his key to open it anyways. He slowly walked into the house, looking around before spotting you on the couch.
You were laid down on the couch, snoring softly and hugging a pillow as you slept. Yoongi glanced up at the tv in the huge living room and couldn’t help but let out a smile when he saw what was on the screen.
An old run BTS episode had been playing, and you must’ve fell asleep while watching.
Yoongi turned off the lights and tiptoed to the bedroom to pull out the blanket and drape it over you.
He studied you for a minute before shaking away some thoughts and leaving the tv on and walking out shortly. Leaving you asleep on the couch like months before.
Agust Dad—Six
➭ summary: Your a producer from another company that he happened to be collaborating with on his 2nd album D-2. At the release party— one drunk action leads to another, you do the worst thing you can do in the industry and change your fate forever.
➭genre: short series, pregnancy au, idol au, angst, dad au
➭warnings: time jump (don’t hate me for it), twitter, you kinda pee yourself at the end, panic attack/meltdown, angst, don’t worry there’s at least a little fluff in the beginning, fainting, cliffhanger-ish
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note: the storm :)
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3 MONTHS LATER
You shifted and turned in the mirror, studying the slight bump that phased through the expensive flowy red dress that Yoongi had convinced you to let him buy.
You weren’t all that surprised. Over the past months Yoongi had been buying the most ridiculous things for you without blinking an eye. Any weird food you wanted, Yoongi would have it in less than thirty minutes.
What you were surprised about was the main reason you wanted the beautiful dress in the first place. Jin had invited you to a party he and the rest of the boys were throwing a party In celebration of a successful Bang Bang Con.
Then he revealed he was going to propose to Harin who like Yoongi, you’d gotten close to over the months. When though you weren’t Yoongi’s girlfriend (even though it was starting to feel like you were) she still thought it would be nice for the two of you to be close.
It shouldn’t have surprised you that he invited you, but somehow it did. No matter how much time you spent with BTS, you couldn’t help but be insecure about how your connection with Yoongi happened. It weren’t proud of it in the slightest, even though Harin has reassured you many times they didn’t judge you.
But still, you had a frown on your face as you stared at yourself in the mirror. You didn’t want the new bump to be all that visible, and you couldn’t help but feel anxious and nervous.
You hear a small knock on the door before it cracks open slightly, revealing Yoongi who was already ready and in a nice black suit that matches his ridiculous long black hair.
Your heart pounds when you see him all dressed up, thinking back to the night long ago that had gotten you into this mess. You can’t help but feel a flutter in your heart, like when you two first met. The warm feeling that flowed in your blood whenever you saw him.
Unlike first time, the feelings were much stronger now. You tired to push away the fuzzy feeling whenever he looked at you these past few months. The way he had gradually opened up to you and cared for you. You chalked it up to just being hormonal, but a part of you had always liked him a bit more than you are supposed to. And it was only getting stronger the times he was away training and at BangBangCon. You felt ashamed how much relief washed over you when they were finished, just over the fact that he could spend time with you again.
You were starting to get stupid and selfish again. Just like that night where you stupid and selfishly gave into him for your own pleasure and enjoyment.
Seeing that you were fully clothed, he stepped more into the room, a small smile on his face as he did so.
You turn away from the mirror to face him fully, gesturing to your dress. “How do I look?” You let out a nervous chuckle, slightly scared of his answer.
He takes a minute to study you fully, looking from top to bottom before finally responding. "Pretty," Yoongi said quietly, standing in the doorway, a small smile on his face as he looks at you. "You look beautiful."
Your heart flutters as you stare at him. Despite everything that's happened, you can't help but feel excited to be here, with him, in this moment.
“You definitely have a pregnancy glow.” He praises again, this time with a little playful chuckle and you turn away from him, praying that you weren’t blushing. “Thanks.”
You mess with your hair once more before grabbing your high heels and sitting in the edge of the bed to put them on. Yoongi is quick to kneel down on his knee to take them from you.
“Can I?” He trails off softly even though he already took them, getting ready to put them on your foot before pausing for a moment. He tilts his head slightly before staring at you for a moment with his eyes wide. "Are you really planning on wearing those?" He says in realization.
You nod immediately, trying to take the shoes away from him. “They go with the dress.” You state in slight confusion. You weren’t that heavy yet.
"I don't think it's a good idea, Y/N." he says cautiously, the concern for your wellbeing evident in his tone but gentle as always.
“They’re the only shoes I have for the occasion. Well flats would work but I don’t have any good ones.” You mumble, mostly to yourself before looking at him with a slight pout while trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. Telling yourself for the millionth time that he was concerned for your baby and not you.
Yoongi can’t help but let out a small amused smile at your pout. "Y/N, I'll buy you the nicest flats you've ever seen, just don't wear those." He says, making a sharp gesture towards the heels he’s holding.
"You're going to be standing for almost the entire night, so wearing heels would be very uncomfortable, and besides, it's dangerous to wear heels when you're this far along in a pregnancy." Yoongi takes a slow breath, his concern for you showing more clearly than back when everything was first happening. Though he was never really hiding it from you.
“You’d buy flats, right now?” You ask, slightly surprised but suspicious. “I don’t want to make us late or have you buy more things for me.”
"Of course.“ he responds without hesitating, even rolling his eyes a little. “I’ll be right back.”
The moment he says this, Yoongi leaves the room and rushes out of the house, leaving you alone in the bedroom as you listen to the door slamming shut.
The moments you wait for him to return are painfully long, and you can hear your own heart beating in your ears. And just as you finish your thoughts, Yoongi walks through the door once again. You immediately look down at his hands, and see two bags in each, with the flats open. You sit up in disbelief. Yoongi really just came back with four new pairs of flats.
"Here they are." he says, handing you bag with a small smile. "I went to a nearby shop and told the shopkeeper to give you all the best ones. I hope they fit." he adds, his tone anxious as he waits for you to put them on.
"Oh my god." you say, shaking your head as you take each pair out. They're all the top design and incredibly stylish, and more importantly, incredibly comfortable looking. You couldn't have asked for a better selection.
Yoongi smiles as you continue to examine the shoes, your heart warmed by his gesture. You try on both on the pairs, both equally as soft and comfy as they looked.
“Thank you so much.” You say, still wide eyed as you picked the best color and design and started to walk around to get a feel. You couldn’t even express how grateful you were for him.
“Alright, let’s go.” You say, catching yourself before you can be overly emotional as the two of you rush out to his car and drive to Jin’s surprise proposal party.
The two of you pile into the car and drive off to the party. Yoongi turns to face you, his eyes filled with concern and worry. "We don't have to stay too late, alright?"
You nod your head, not too upset about it. As long as the two of you end up having a nice evening, you don't mind leaving early.
You arrive at the small spot a moments later. Yoongi does the honors of helping you out of the car as the two of you head inside of the small house that Jin rented.
The two of you walk in and look around the nicely decorated area. As you walk inside, you see that the party is underway. There are streamers hanging from the ceiling, and a table with snacks and drinks set up in the corner. There isn’t a lot of people there either, just BTS and some close family members on both sides.
Jin greets you both with a nervous smile, and you can feel yourself beginning to relax. This seems like it'll be a decent event, and not the tense affair that you were expecting. What helps is that it’s a private party, not a camera in sight and no reporters can see you.
“Yoongi! Y/N! Your here.” He says with a big smile despite being so nervous, giving you each a small hug. “Thank you for coming.”
“Of course Jin.” Yoongi says with a small, putting a hand on his shoulders and to try to calm his nerves. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
“Y/N, honey, you look great.” He says giving you one last night squeezes before leaving you to mingle around.
The rest of BTS come up to greet you and Yoongi as well, feeling slightly nervous when Yoongi leaves to get you and himself something to drink.
The party is lowkey, not upbeat and filled with people speaking on top of each other as everyone mingled.
You happen to spot Harin in the distance from the couch you sat on, so you walk up to greet her. She gasp happily when she sees you, giving you a big hug as the two of you chatted away.
Suddenly, someone touches their glass to get everyone’s attention. You both turn it see all of the members in a small circle. “To a successful BangBangCon. Even though it was online it was still nice to see all of ARMY.” Namjoon started and everyone hummed and nodded in agreement, going along with the facade.
All of the members do a small speech until Jin is the last one. Jin stood up and the lights turn off, leaving the room in darkness.
A few minutes of silence and fake murmuring, Jin's voice cuts through the silence as he now stood in front of his Harin who was next to you. "Harin, we've been through a lot in the past few months. We've been on opposite ends of it all, but one thing remains constant," he says, his voice shaking slightly. “My love for you.”
A faint glow cuts through the darkness as Jin bends down on one knee, holding out a small black box in his hand.
Harin takes a moment to process everything before covering her mouth with her hand.
Jin's eyes sparkle as he looks up at her. "Will you marry me?" he asks, his voice soft yet strong.
Harin is speechless, her eyes widening in shock and surprise. She takes a moment before nodding her head. Tears stream down her face. "Yes, I'll marry you."
The both of them explode into tears, and the room erupts into a joyful celebration. You clap along with everyone else in celebration, your eyes even watering a little as they cried and kissed.
The party after is filled with almost everyone beside you and Yoongi getting tipsy and having fun. Lights now flashing and music now blasting through some speakers.
A little while later you find Yoongi again, happily chatting and congratulating Jin with the rest of the members. You were getting tired and wanted to leave. You were getting a headache from the lights and loud music, and quite frankly your social battery has reached zero quickly after the propose.
You saw him, smiling and laughing with his slightly tipsy younger members and simply didn’t have the heart to interrupt him. You could put up with the party for another hour or two.
But as you walked away from them, Yoongi’s head suddenly turns and meets yours. He takes one look at your face and expression and knows it time leave, so as you walk out you see him excuse and say goodbye to his members before lightly jogging next to you.
“Hey, time to go?” He asked softly, still a small smile on his face from talking with the members.
“No, it’s fine.” You shake your head quickly, wanting him to have more fun. You didn’t want to be selfish once again.
“You look tired. Let’s go home. It’s getting late anyways.” He states nonchalantly before locking your arm and practically dragging you to the car.
He opens the door for you drive home in some comfortable silence, resting your eyes and feeling warm from the nice atmosphere.
The two of you get out of the car, and as soon as you step inside, you go straight to the bedroom. You take off your shoes and lay down in the comfy bed, covering yourself in the fresh blankets.
Moments later you are out like a light but only to wake up in the middle of the night to quickly use the restroom.
You groggily get up, checking your phone to see the time. It’s an hour past midnight and everything in the house is dark and cold.
Your eyes squint as you look at the bright screen, eyes lightly skimming over your notifications. Your eyes brown in confusion when you see a familiar coworker has texted you out of the blue.
‘Y/N, is this you?’
You get a sinking feeling in your stomach looking at the text, slowly opening up your phone to see the attachment with it.
Your face pales and your throat closes in fear when see a screenshot from a video of yourself at the party. Clearly pregnant and stood directly in frame next to Harin who was staring at Jin down on one knee.
Your blood runs cold when you see the screenshot. It's exactly as you guessed it would be: yourself standing next to Harin with a noticeable baby bump.
You freeze in your tracks as an overwhelming sense of panic washes over you. Your heart is soaring at a rapid rate, and you feel like you're going to throw up.
You don't know what to do. You don't know how to handle this situation. But you find your hands shakily downloading twitter again in a heartbeat.
The moment you do the first thing you see is the screenshot had been spreading around the wildfire. You can't believe your eyes when you see the screenshot on Twitter. It's viral, quickly making its way around the platform and receiving an overwhelming amount of attention from both the media and fans.
You feel your heart sinking in your chest as you see your body in the media spotlight in this way, even though it hasn't been confirmed that it's really you.
Sometime after the party, Jin had uploaded his proposal to happily and innocently show his fans, and people had started to notice a pregnant woman in the background.
#RedDress was trending.
WHO IS SHE? was trending.
Thousands of ARMY’s were connecting the dots, putting together that whoever the woman was is Yoongi’s ‘girlfriend’.
Jealous fans are picking apart off every inch of your body, calling you disgusting names all over again just like when the official statement was released. But now ten times worse. Crazy fans were trying to find out your official identity, hoping that it would lead them to Yoongi.
You start to have a breakdown, seeing just how exposed you were now. You were crying, barley even breathing as you felt a sting of pain in your stomach. You felt hot and cold at the same time as your mind got fuzzy and clouded with all types of worry.
Your eyelids start to get heavy, your ability to get out of bed to pee now gone as black dots started to appear.
You glance towards the door, desperately trying to call out to Yoongi who was peacefully asleep in the guest bedroom but you’re so panicked and out of control you can’t even speak.
You start to hyperventilate as the black spots get bigger and your body gives out, the last thing you remember being your head hitting the bed frame as you grew unconscious.
Agust Dad—Seven
➭ summary: Your a producer from another company that he happened to be collaborating with on his 2nd album D-2. At the release party— one drunk action leads to another, you do the worst thing you can do in the industry
➭genre: short series, pregnancy au, idol au, angst, dad au
➭warnings: slight angst + slight fluff??, mention of nausea, rushed to edit this so might have mistakes
<next part>
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Pain.
Your head is pounding and thumping in your ears.
As you slowly come to, you feel nauseous and dizzy. And it only worsens when you slowly try to lift your heavy eyelids. You slowly open your eyes, your vision cloudy and your mind foggy. You try to look around the bright room, which immediately makes your headache worse as the light makes it more difficult to see.
You blink away the sleepiness from your eyes, and as your vision starts to come into focus, you realize you're lying down.
You slowly come to the realization that you're in a hospital bed, hooked up to tubes and IVs. A faint buzzing noise fills your ears.
You try to move, but your body is completely paralysed. A cold breeze cuts through you, making your teeth chatter and your bones ache.
You’re confused and scared and worst of all, your memory starts to come back.
As the memories of the last few days come flooding back into your mind, you remember the overwhelming anxiety you felt. You feel the nausea increase as you remember the events before you passed out. The fans picking your body apart, speculating about your pregnancy, calling you various cruel names.
You suddenly feel cold, so cold that your teeth practically click. You shiver, your body struggling to retain some sort of warmth. A sense of dread washes over you as you think about what might have happened while you were unconscious.
Underneath all of the icy breeze, your feel some of your skin warmer than the other part of your body.
You look down in the hospital bed you’re lying in. You don’t have a blanket, so when you find the source of the warmth your eyes widen.
Yoongi is there.
Right next to you, fast asleep on your legs, his hand rests on your stomach. You don’t know how long you’ve been in the hospital, or how long he has been with you, but he looks exhausted.
i’m here now
Despite how peaceful he looks while sleeping, there are clear eye bags under his eyes. And you swear you see some dry tears on his clear skin.
Your heart leaps at the sight of Yoongi, the sight of him in tears and looking exhausted breaking your heart.
You want to call out to him, but you're unable to speak. Your throat itchy and closed up.
The machines attached to your body beep and emit various sounds as the data they measure gets recorded and updated.
Yoongi shifts slightly, his eyes opening to reveal tired and puffy eyes, the marks of a man who hasn't slept in days. He sits up slightly, his eyes widening when he looks up at you and he realizes you're awake.
My throat closes even more at the sight of him slowly waking up. It’s a dangerously beautiful sight.
His beautiful eyes fluttering as they slowly open and look at you. The slow realization that you were wake. You don’t like how your heart flutters at the thought of him worrying about you. But it does.
“Y/N..?” His voice is soft and quiet sounding relieved but heavily concerned.
“What happened?” You manage to choke out in a shaky hoarse voice, staring back at him with your own widened eyes.
Yoongi's eyes flicker with worry as he sees the state you're in. Your voice is hoarse and your throat is sore, making you sound like you've been screaming for hours.
"Y/N..." Yoongi says softly again, getting to his feet and moving next to you slightly frantic.
"I should have expected this," he mumbles, his shoulders sinking. "You were already at your limit, trying to keep our relationship a secret. I should have warned Jin or something.." he can’t even look you in the face as he talks.
“I-It wasn’t your fault..” your voice is scratchy and shriveled so you’re not surprised when he still doesn’t relax in the slightest. But he couldn’t have known this would happen.
Even though he is stood up at the side of your bed, his hand stays gently planted on your stomach.
You remember the intense pain you felt before passing out. The sharp stab you felt that left you breathless.
“I-Is the baby okay?” You ask cautiously, almost scared to hear the answer and slightly panicked. You’d never forgive yourself if anything happened.
Yoongi hesitates, looking at you before nodding carefully. "The baby seems to be okay, thankfully."
Relief washes over you, and Yoongi takes a minute to let you digest the words and let you breathe before speaking again. "The doctors wanted to run a few tests, to make sure the baby is healthy. And we did, and thankfully, the baby is safe. But you’re gonna be here for a couple days to make sure.”
Yoongi looks at you, his gaze is full of relief but behind it all, you can see the beginnings of sadness and guilt. "It's not easy, Y/N, to watch you struggle like this." He pauses to collect himself, and your heart races at his words.
After all of the early mornings you spent together, after all of the things he has done for you so far. You can’t help but feel fuzzy inside. You can’t help but feel wanted and safe around him, despite how you felt earlier into your pregnancy.
You open your mouth to speak again, but he stops you quickly. “Wait—“ he says before walking to a nearby counter and grabbing a water bottle. It’s open, but it’s still almost completely full. He had been so stressed he wasn’t drinking water..?
He gets up and hands it to you, before sitting back down in the chair that he was by your legs. You quickly gulp down the water, clenching your thirst and your dry throat.
“Thank you..” you mumble with a cough as he gently takes the empty bottle out of your hands and helps you sit up. “How long have I been out for?”
Yoongi's eyes flicker as he tries to remember. "It's been a few days since we admitted you," he says carefully, trying to keep his voice gentle. "But they said you were dehydrated and exhausted, so they wanted to run some tests and keep you on observation."
“And I’ll be here for you every step of the wa—“ his voice is cut off by his phone ringing loudly. His head snaps to his pocket, an angry expression flashing on his face as he pulls it out of his pocket.
He takes a look at the caller ID and his angry quickly flashes to sadness. “It’s Jin..” he says, looking back up at you and you feel your heart get heavy.
Undoubtedly he was feeling guilty about the whole thing. He was nice to you even before the entire thing and has helped you in many ways.
He declines the call, but you can see his fingers swiftly typing away before putting it back in his pocket.
The sight of his phone brings you back to a harsh reality of what was going on while you’ve been unconscious. Or what you don’t know is going on while you’ve been unconscious.
“Have you seen..the media?” You ask in a low cautious tone. Yoongi sighs heavily in return, his head falling a bit. "Yeah," he says quietly. "The media is in a frenzy."
He shakes his head, his voice low and filled with sadness. "Twitter is going crazy. We're still a trending topic." he says softly, his tone is serious, and it sinks into your head how bad the situation might be.
"It's... not good," he says softly. "People are calling you names for keeping the baby, and they're not being very nice to me either. They're speculating how I feel about it, suggesting that I don’t care about you since I wasn’t standing next to you.“ His voice is filled with disappointment, and slight rage for accusing him of not caring for you.
You can’t help but feel guilty about the whole situation. You can’t imagine how much trouble he must be in with the company, how he must feel about his own fans turning on him.
You let out a shaky breath as you look down at your lap. Hormones kick in, and tears start to build in your eyes. You feel so overwhelmed by everything, even slightly guilty that this all took away from Jin’s big moment.
Despite being at such a low point in your life, Yoongi being here made it better.
"Hey..." Yoongi says softly, noticing you cry. “Don't worry yourself with what these people say. You're doing nothing wrong. We’re gonna focus on you and nothing else.”
He smiles at you, trying to help make you feel better. "I'll get you some food and a blanket."
He stands up and heads to leave the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts once more.
Yoongi walks back into the room minutes later, carrying a blanket over his shoulder and a small tray in his other hand. He hands you the blanket and sets the tray down next to you.
On the tray is a small container of soup, a cup of tea, and a few small pieces of bread. It's nothing special, but with the stress you've been going through, it might be what you need.
Yoongi sits down on the bed next to you and looks at you with concern. "Do you need anything else?" he asks softly.
“No, but thank you.” You say softly as you start to sip on the soup, looking down as you ate to avoid more butterflies in your stomach.
Yoongi watches you eat, his eyes flickering with concern as he studies the way you move. You look so frail and exhausted, and he hates seeing you like this.
"It's no problem," he says, his tone light and calming.
He looks at you with a small smile, his face expressing the feeling of satisfaction that he's able to take care of you.
A couple of minutes of silence, and he doesn’t even glance down at his phone once, despite the constant buzzing.
There’s a soft knock on the door as you’re slowly eating and a nurse pops her head through the door.
Yoongi's eyes widen as he sees the female nurse walk into the room, followed by the unmistakable form of Jin behind her.
"Jin..." Yoongi says slowly in a greeting, looking over at him. He looks almost as bad as Yoongi, if not worse. You notice how exhausted Jin looks. His eyes are dull and lifeless, and there seems to be something weighing on him. You hated that you were right about him feeling guilty.
"Are you okay?" Jin asks gently, stepping forward into the room and closing the door.
“I’m okay, thank you.” You respond with a slight smile, trying to clear up his gloomy state but it doesn’t help much. He’s bright smile is replaced by a small weak one.
“The rest of the members wanted to come, but I told them you would probably be overwhelmed..” Jin says softly.
He looks at Jin and smiles again. "Thank you for coming all the way here just to check up on her."
Jin nods, his tone more somber as the stress of the situation settles on his shoulders. "I'm just glad you're up and alright. How are you feeling?"
“Better..” you mumble as the doctor clears her throat. “We’re gonna do an ultrasound now that you’re awake. And since you’re about 21 weeks along you have the option to know what the gender is if you want.” She says happily with a smile.
Yoongi listens to the doctor in silence, his eyes flickering towards you and the doctor. When she's done speaking, he gently touches his fingers to yours, squeezing them.
He leans close, his voice almost a whisper. "Whatever you decide, I'll support your decision," he says, his voice barely audible and filled with a bit of anxiety.
You glance away from him, hoping you’re not blushing by how close he is and your eyes find Jin’s. You take a pause to think about it before answering. “I think it should be a surprise for us.. So Jin can through an awesome gender reveal party.” You say with a warm smile.
Yoongi smiles slightly, and the tension is lifted a bit. "I think that's a good idea," he says softly.
Jin looks between the both of you with a small smile, taken aback by the request at first but you can see his eyes brighten a bit. "I'll do my best to plan the most extravagant party you've ever seen," he says, his voice filled with excitement.
Yoongi looks at the doctor, seeing if she has anything else to say before he nods towards her. "Can we begin?"
"Of course," she says, gesturing for you to move to the ultrasound machine.
Yoongi gently helps you move towards it, positioning you on the bed so the ultrasound machine can get a better image of you and the baby.
But of course, now you and Yoongi can’t see the baby to reveal it’s gender so the two of you close your eyes as she examines the baby. It feels like only a few seconds passed before she leaves the room with Jin, assuring you two that the baby was okay but telling you to take it slow for a week or two.
Yoongi moves out of the way and opens his eyes once the nurse and Jin leave, looking towards you. "How are you feeling?" he asks softly, making sure you're okay.
You notice the relief on his face as you open your eyes, and you smile slightly, happy that you're both okay and the baby's healthy.
“Better.” You say again, this time more warmly and lightly. The slight change in your tone brings a warm smile to Yoongi's face.
"Good," he says softly, taking your hand. "The baby's doing alright, thankfully. You need rest, though," he tells you, his voice calm and gentle. "We'll talk more once you've gotten some sleep."
“Okay..” You say with a small nod, knowing that you still felt weak and cold. Now that you knew the baby was well, you were gonna trend very carefully.
Yoongi looks like he wants to say something more, debating with himself before letting out a sigh. “This is gonna sound stupid, but I heard somewhere that by this stage, babies can hear.”
You glance up at him curiously as he said this. It makes you intrigued that he was even reading about it. “And I thought it would be cool, if the baby heard the song we worked on together.”
Your eyes widen at his words. You’re undoubtedly flushed now, but Yoongi can’t tell because he is to busy avoiding your eyes.
“It’s stupid.” He groans to himself once he hears your silence but you quickly snap out of your thoughts and quickly shake your head.
“No, no. It’s sweet. It might actually help me fall asleep.” You reply softly and Yoongi glances over at you, raising an eyebrow at you suspiciously.
You let out a small chuckle at his stunned reaction. “I’m serious.” You mumble and he takes a small moment to study you before silently pulling out his phone and pulling up the song.
You lean back against the hospital bed, yawning softly as you do and seconds later you hear the song start playing. He sits down and scoots the chair closer to you, closer to your stomach.
Memories flood your head about your time working on the song with him as you close your eyes. How easy it was working with Yoongi, listening to the whole album, and of the party as a result. Memories you blocked out a long time ago.
But memories you know longer wanted to hide from. Memories you now cherished.
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𝓢 𝓔 𝓡 𝓘 𝓔 𝓢
Agust Dad ⌬ ✐
Your a producer from another company that he happened to be collaborating with on his 2nd album D-2. At the release party— one drunk action leads to another, you do the worst thing you can do in the industry and change your fate forever..
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𝙾 𝙽 𝙴 𝚂 𝙷 𝙾 𝚃/𝙳 𝚁 𝙰 𝙱 𝙱 𝙻 𝙴 𝚂
For You — yoongi⌬
in which Yoongi is the son of a big business man and is now the CEO of the million dollar company so naturally he grew up distant and stern. But suddenly, his attitude changes when he meets you, a local kind hearted stripper that catches his curiosity. He finds himself lost in your smile and warm spirit, despite him being the opposite. But he’s willing to let down his walls for you..
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Victory — namjoon⌬
in which Namjoon is a wolf hybrid who has a dark past with humans that ultimately landed him in a boxing ring, so he tries his very hardest to hate every single one of them. Even his mate, who happens to be a human nurse who works for the boxing ring. But everything changes when he finds you bleeding out with marks all around you..
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Attention — jimin✞
in which you’ve been stalking your ex ever since you two broke up. And he’s aware of this, but you know he won’t stop you cause he’s a little attention whore. Until he starts seeing some else so you have to remind him who he belongs too..
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Fri(end)s — taehyung✞
in which Taehyung has some big shoes to fill after his hyungs went to the military. The stress of it all and utter loneliness causes him to make some grave mistakes. Like paying a girl to be his friend. But after months, he starts to feel something more. He doesn’t know if he’s just over pretending because she’s obviously just doing her job.. or if something more is there. And after a rough night, he finds out.
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Stay Focused — jungkook✞
in which your dorm mate and best friend Jungkook isn’t pleased to hear that your boyfriend was over the week he was away. but wow did he look hot when he was pissed off…
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Purple Car — jungkook ⌬ დ
in which jungkook is a successful solo idol and your his long time girlfriend that he hasn’t seen in almost two months. again. it’s starting to feel like your more like distant friends more than lovers so when you unexpectedly disappear, jungkook goes the distance to try to find you.
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ᴍ ɪ ɴ ɪ ꜱ ᴇ ʀ ɪ ᴇ ꜱ
Oᵤᵣ Bᵢg Bₐby / BTS OT7
➭genre: little space, age regression, fluff, caregivers bts, little reader, maybe some of the members can be littles to idk, sfw, hurt/comfort, mostly no plot
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Agust Dad—Eight
➭ summary: Your a producer from another company that he happened to be collaborating with on his 2nd album D-2. At the release party— one drunk action leads to another, you do the worst thing you can do in the industry
➭genre: short series, pregnancy au, idol au, angst, dad au
➭warnings: fluff but then not fluff.., they cannot catch a break fr, rushed to edit this so might have mistakes
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note: i did NOT forget about this book believe it or not.. my parents have been on my ass about school and getting into a college. plus the motivation to write was just not there?? but i like this chapter and it’s a bit longer so enjoy (finally)🫶🏾 taglist is gonna be closed tho, sorry
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You step out of the hospital, feeling the cool breeze on your face for the first time in days.
You stop before getting into Yoongi’s personal car, taking in the world around you after days of spending time cooped up inside.
You take a deep breath, breathing in the fresh air. The whole experience these past few days has been exhausting, both physically and mentally but you're happy to finally be able to leave, and even more happy that you and the baby are both healthy and okay. You're looking forward to going back home, seeing the others, and just getting some well-needed rest.
And the best part of it all..
Yoongi is by your side. Every second you were in the hospital he was there and refused to go anywhere that wasn’t the toilet. It was heart warming, and it made you look at him even more differently. You didn’t want to say you were falling for his caring gestures and kind admiring eyes, but it was starting to get alarmingly similar. Even if he was showing concern it still made your heart flutter slightly.
And you put all the blame for your confusing feelings on him.
Even as he held your hand and guided you to his car and out of the private hospital you felt your hands starting to sweat as you pushed back any thoughts about gushing over it.
You managed to hold in enough sweat for him not to tease you about it before he lets go to open the passenger door for you.
Yoongi doesn’t take his time to start driving and head home. He can tell how tired you are from everything, glancing at you every once in a while as he tries to keep his eyes on the road.
"How are you feeling, Y/N?" he finally asks softly. You nod slightly, feeling relieved that the pregnancy is fine.
"Good," he nods, smiling gently. As if he can understand you without you even speaking. Sometimes you wonder if co parenting will be that easy. "Let's get home so you can rest properly."
You lay your head back against the head restraint as he drove them back to his spare home.
You look over at him, pausing and thinking carefully before opening your mouth to say something. You’re nervous to talk to him, but you quickly shake away your thoughts and tell yourself to act like an adult and not a school girl.
“Thank for being here, Yoongs. You could have flew the moment you found out you got a random woman pregnant..but you didn’t.” You say in a soft quiet voice. You needed to be an adult and give him his props. After everything that has happened he hadn’t once shied away.
Yoongi flinches slightly at your words, seemingly unprepared to hear them but he lets out a soft chuckle at the nickname, something you were starting to pick up from Harin.
"No, I couldn't leave you," he says quietly, his eyes fluttering. "That... wasn't an option." He states. You’re confused on what he meant by that, and almost ask him to elaborate but think it’s better for your feelings and sanity if you just left it there.
He looks at you for a moment, his expression turning to a small smile. "I'm glad I could be here to support you."
He gives a small sigh, looking towards the road, the sunlight shining through the windshield. He looks like he wants to say more but holds it back. "You should get some rest." he says softly after a while of comfortable silence, his voice gentle.
“Okay.” You say with a small smile, turning your head away from him you tired to get as comfortable as you could in the car.
Your head slowly starts to droop forward and you begin to doze off. It doesn’t help that he is driving extra slow and extra careful, some soft music (of course BTS) playing on a low volume that sends you to sleep.
"Y/N... wake up..." you hear Yoongi's voice, and you open your eyes. You're suddenly back (to his) home and Yoongi is gently shaking you awake.
Yoongi lets out a soft chuckle as he notices your sleepy expression. “That probably felt like three minutes but I promise you it was at least fifteen. I even went around in circles to buy time.”
“Oh, thanks..” you say with a weak chuckle and a small yawn as you slowly unbuckle my seatbelt and exit the car and slowly enter the house with him.
“Surprise!”
You flinch in shock and surprise when the first thing you hear once you open the door are screaming voices. Your eyes are wide as you come back to life and analyze the situation in front of you.
There’s the rest of the members and Harin stood in the living room. You feel tired, both physically and mentally, but you're happy to see the banner, the decorations, and the cake.
Yoongi who is next you let out a soft chuckle, “Guys you didn’t have to.” Yoongi says, shaking his head in slight disbelief as Harin speed walks up to you to give you a tight hug.
You can already feel yourself getting emotional, but Harin’s hug just adds salt to the wound. “Girl, why aren’t you on your honeymoon?” You ask with a small chuckle, trying to hold back your hormonal emotions.
“Like I could relax while you were in the hospital.” She rolls her eyes at you and you just hug her tighter. “Jin felt the same way..” she adds, rubbing your back for comfort but her statement just makes you more emotional. Of course Jin would feel guilty about it.
It felt like for the first time in a while, you felt like you were liked, maybe even loved. You felt like you fit in with the boys and Harin, despite the awkward situation and how you met them. They didn’t judge you, and they genuinely cared about you.
Someway, somehow, despite all the chaos you just went through. You felt at peace.
After a few hours, they leave, and you're left to clean up the mess they made. You’re not mad at it though. It was nice chatting and eating with the group after being in the hospital for days. It was a nice distraction, and your only distraction since Yoongi still has your phone. Even though it could be seen as controlling, you know he’s just protecting you from the media. You feel crazy for gushing about the fact that he held your phone.
You take a deep breath and start to pick up, your hands moving automatically as you focus on the cleaning. You’re exhausted, your moves slow and sluggish. And Yoongi seemed to notice from the kitchen as he washed a couple dishes.
"Y/N..." he says gently, setting down the dishes and moving over to you. He gently takes the broom out of your hand and places it back where he found it.
"Sit down, I'll take care of it." he says softly. "You're obviously very tired.” He says and you’re about to object and reach for the broom but he holds out his hand and stops you.
Yoongi pauses, watching you for a few moments before he walks up behind you and takes the broom from your hands. "It'll be faster if I do this," he replies gently.
"It’s my house, Y/N.” Yoongi says softly with a small chuckle. Yoongi looks at you sympathetically, and you realize how exhausted you are.
“Alright, fair point..” you mumble, giving him one last look and he gives you a small reassuring nod. “Goodnight.” You say to him and responds back as you go to the master bedroom.
You gently close the door and pick out a change of clothes before settling down in the bed. Your muscles relax against the softness, letting out a breath as you immediately start to drift off to sleep.
You don’t know what time it is when you wake up, but you know it has to be late at night because when you open your eyes your met with nothing but darkness and silence.
You get up to use the bathroom, your blatter getting the best of you as you waddle to the restroom.
You don’t notice the slight vibrations as you pass the living room the first time, but you do the second time when you exist the bathroom. There’s the sound of soft buzzing and a quiet ringtone in the silence. It takes you a few minutes before you fully process that the ringing is coming from the living room. Then you realize it’s your ringtone from your phone. The phone you hadn’t seen in days.
You get a dreadful feeling in your stomach as you make your way to the living room. The last time you checked your phone this late, you ended up in the hospital. But still, you slowly move to the living room.
It's dark, but you see the outline of Yoongi on the couch. After a moment you notice that there's a thin blanket wrapped around his shoulders and a pillow beneath his head.
You slowly approach him, trying not to wake up. He looked so peaceful as he slept. You smile softly at the sight. You couldn’t imagine what this was doing to him and his career. You almost felt sorry for him..
You snap out of your daze as you hear the buzzing again, turning to see your phone on the floor charging a couple steps away from the couch.
You step to your phone, taking it off the charger and tiptoeing out of the living room so you didn’t wake Yoongi. He looked like he needed the sleep.
You squint from the bright screen, not really looking at the caller ID before answering.
“Hello? Y/N?”
A voice answers before you can even greet them. The oddly familiar voice makes you physically flinch, a whole new wave of emotions and memories washing over you.
“Mom?”
You hadn’t heard the voice in a year, but you know good and well that it’s hers. You remember the way she picked up the phone and immediately started talking, asking, demanding for money. That’s the only reason she would ever call, until you finally had enough and told her to stop.
So why was she calling? Especially at this time of night?
You get a terrible feeling, your breathing getting slightly heavier as you speak into the phone. “W-Why are you calling this late? Why are you calling at all?” You question, the sleepiness almost entirely gone.
Your mother clears her throat, her annoyed and stressed tone coming through the phone.
"Y/N, you haven't picked up any of my calls or texts for the past few days," she says firmly, her voice filled with a bit of anger that you remember all to well.
"I was worried sick, thinking you had gotten hurt or worse!" your mother continues, her words quick and clipped. You immediately know it’s a lie, because she had never cared about you before. Your whole childhood she’d flip from being the most loving parent in the world to wanted your head dead on a stick. But she was the only parent you had, so you stuck with her until you moved out.
"Especially since everyone on the internet is saying that you’re pregnant with some idols baby.” she adds.
There’s a long pause.
The crickets outside fill the silence as you take a minute to think.
“Mom..how do you know that?” You ask slowly and carefully your heart slipping a beat as you think back to that terrible night. The last thing you can remember are people seeing some of your face in the video. They couldn’t have learned your identity. And if they did, why didn’t Yoongi tell you the second you woke up in the hospital?
“Hunny, everyone knows you’re pregnant,” your mother continues, her voice still filled with annoyance. “It’s trending right now on the internet, and everyone knows who you are.”
You can almost hear the smile in her voice, the way your mother always gets smug when she’s right. “...Y/N, I’m disappointed that you couldn’t tell me as soon as you found out.”
She sounds almost disappointed, like she feels betrayed by you in some way. But your to frozen in shock and fear to yell at her. Of course she would break no contract and call. She found out you were in ‘relations’ with a millionaire. Money.
Your phone shakes in your hand in fear. This whole time you were trying to keep it private, to have a normal life despite everything. And it’s all coming crashing down. You realize that your phone wasn’t just vibrating because of the call,
It was because you were getting hundreds of texts and inbox messages. Even as you shook your phone was going off, notifications from every social app you owned.
“I-I gotta go.” You say, going to twitter, only to see that your mom was right. As much as you hated to think that.
You look at the Twitter feed, your heart sinking as you see all of the pictures floating around. Your full name, your pictures, where you go to school... it's all there. For at least 24 hours.
You don’t know how, but people managed to use the clip and used face recognition to find out who you were. What was worse was that old coworkers and classmates were also speaking up and saying it was you. Your full government name was on the internet. They managed to find out where you went to school more hidden pictures of you on the internet.
You feel a tear roll down your face as you try to contain your emotions. It feels like the end of the world.
And what makes it even worse is that Yoongi didn’t tell you.
Yoongi knew, and he didn't tell you. He kept this secret from you. A secret you needed to know.
Your mother's voice filters through the phone in your hand. "Go? Why?"
"Mom, I have to go," you say again in a whisper, your voice choked up with tears. "Don't call here anymore." You don’t give her time to respond before hanging up.
You can feel your breath quickening as you try to make sense of everything that's happening.
You start to shake, your heart pounding against your chest as you struggle to stay calm but it’s difficult when you believe that your life is ruined.
You stare at your phone, trying to ignore the millions of notifications coming through. You don't know where to begin. You don’t know what to do.
Your steps are heavy as you move back to the living room, staring at Yoongi who was still asleep on the couch.
He knew the entire time. They all knew. And they welcomes you back with a party and cake. They made it seem like nothing was wrong and kept you in the dark.
Staring at his peaceful face, you no longer felt sorry. You felt betrayed.
One of your tears drop onto his face, causing his eyes to flutter before slowly opening. "Y/N..." Yoongi stirs when he sees you lingering over them.
He blinks a few times, still half-asleep as he groggily turns his head around and looks at you. He slowly sits up on the couch, rubbing his eyes and wiping away the tear on his cheek.
He realizes your the source of the tear, his expression forming into one of concern. "Y/N, you okay? Did something happen?" he asks quickly.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” You speak in a whisper, looking at him with my own glossy sad eyes.
“People found out who I was, a-and you didn’t tell me.” You try your best to sound strong but you can’t, mentally and physically.
Yoongi looks at you with small shock and confusion before his eyes shift to the buzzing phone in your hand.
"Y/N," he says, his tone filled with concern as he hears the shakiness in your voice but it’s clear he is trying to hold himself back from freaking out himself.
He pauses for a moment, seemingly not knowing what to say. "I was going to tell you." he says softly but that just makes you even more pissed.
“I was going to tell you,” he says again, more firmly and confidently. “But I didn’t want to overwhelm you and there wasn’t a good time.”
“There was never going to be a good time. That’s not an excuse. You should have told me!” You say, your voice rising slightly but it’s clear that you’re broken by the tone.
“Y/N, you just got out of the hospital. I wasn’t going to spring that up on you.” He says firmly but with a worried expression.
“I-I don’t need you to look after me. Not when your the reason for this mess.” You say, the words even sounding harsh to you the second they left your mouth.
Yoongi flinches, his expressions turning to shock as you say your words and you almost feel bad.
"Y/N... it's not like that," he says softly. "Please, don't say that.” He looks like he's about to say more, but you cut him off before he can.
“I-I think you should go home.” You say with a swallow, even though it’s pitch black outside. Nevermind it’s his house.
Yoongi’s eyes widen at your words, taken aback by them as he stands up from the couch. “Y/N, don’t be like that..” he says with a low tone, almost pleading.
He takes a few steps towards you, trying to get close enough to you to talk to you properly. “I had a reason, I promise and I want to be here for you. I'm not going to leave you alone... not when you need me the most." he says, the sincerity in his voice clear.
“You don’t know what I need because you don’t know me.” You say quickly and sharply, your breathing heavy. “Because despite the lies you told to the media you haven’t known me for years and we didn’t fall in love.”
There’s a long uncomfortable silence in the air as the two of you share your own looks of hurt.
“J-Just leave..” You mumble, looking away from him as you wipe your tears.
He's silent for a few moments in the wake of your words. He knows you’re right, and he knows that you probably need space.
"I suppose you're right," he whispers taking a small step back.
His eyes fill with regret and guilt as he stands up, turning towards the door. "I'm so sorry, Y/N."
With that, the door closes behind him, leaving you alone in the quiet house.
It’s silent as you try to get your feelings and thoughts under control. Your phone vibrates again in your phone and without even thinking, you chuck it at the wall.
Your phone breaks into pieces and you sit down on the living room floor, just looking at them as your heart slowly breaks with it.
Agust Dad—Nine
➭ summary: Your a producer from another company that he happened to be collaborating with on his 2nd album D-2. At the release party- one drunk action leads to another, you do the worst thing you can do in the industry
➭ genre: short series, pregnancy au, idol au, angst, dad au
➭ warnings: angst but also not that angsty??, rushed to edit this so WILL have mistakes, self hate talk, poor communication skills
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note: wow been a while. in the months i’ve been gone it’s turned into a new year and i’ve just recently turned the age of a legal adult (hooray?). how have you guys been? this chapter hit a lil too personally as someone who cannot communicate and pushes ppl out so i hope y’all like it😭🫰🏾again taglist is: closed.
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You were stupid.
As much as you wanted to gaslight yourself into the thinking that the few days of silence is just what you need to clear your mind and have some space after all of the hectic chaos going around, it wasn’t as peaceful as you hoped. The silence started to turn more uncomfortable, becoming deafening and depressing quickly.
So on the third day, when the ringing of the doorbell broke the silence, somewhere inside the self pity you had been drowning in the last couple of days was grateful.
It’s short lived.
Being the baby mama of a famous Kpop idol billionaire, you knew it was only a matter of time before someone came knocking and looking for you sooner or later. That part you guessed. What was making you nervous was the fact that you didn’t know who was going to come.
Was it a crazy fan who somehow managed to find out where you stayed (which was still in Yoongi’s house, ironically)? Was it a member of BTS themselves? Or worst of all, was it Yoongi.
The thought made you so nervous and sick to your stomach. Out of all the awkward interactions you were avoiding the one with Yoongi the most, though that wasn’t hard to do recently. You had kicked him out and broke your only form of communication aka your phone.
There’s a knock on the door a couple seconds later, not a doorbell, a knock. Then another, and another. There is a sense of urgency to the knocks, like whoever is at the door is afraid to wait any longer before trying to speak to you.
You finally get up from the bed, your legs shaking a little bit from standing. You move slowly towards the door, trying to calm your nerves.
It is too silent outside the door, and you have no idea about the identity of the person standing outside. It can be anyone, and in a way, it's scary but you have half a brain to look through the peephole to prepare yourself for whoever it is.
Your eyes widen and your face pales when you see a familiar face, one you hadn’t really thought about. Harin.
She doesn’t look her best which was unlike her. Usually she’d have on at least a bit of makeup and dress nicely, no matter where she was or where she was going. She was classy, and always had on a caring, bright smile. No matter how much struggle it was being in the spotlight because of Jin or being away from Jin because of his job, she was strong. She was everything you wanted to be, you in an alternate universe where you had met Yoongi under the right circumstances.
But looking at her now, on your doorstep with very noticeable eyebags and a dying look of worry, some guilt hits you, and all you want to do is throw the door open and cry into her arms. You had always kept people and friends at a distance, it felt so different to want to seek out someone’s comfort. Maybe this is what it was like to trust and care heavily about people, you didn’t know. Everything nowadays was new to you.
You slowly open the door with a shaky hand, your heart skipping a beat when her head snaps over to the sound of it finally opening.
“Harin..” her name slips from your mouth in a shaky breathless voice. Harin nods, her entire face filled with compassion and worry. One look at you and she can see that you haven't been doing well at all and you can only imagine the amount of pity she’s feeling.
She looks at you for a moment before speaking softly. "I heard about everything that's been going on, please... let me come inside." Her voice is calm and reassuring, as if trying to be as gentle as possible with you. She was treating you as a time bomb, and as much as you wanted that to anger you, it was impossible to be mad at her.
You open your mouth but nothing comes out, you want to tell her it’s not a good time or something. You want to turn her away, like you do with everyone else in your life, like you did with Yoongi. You want to go back to drowning in your sorrows and depression until eventually you become a rock.
But she looks so emotional, so hurt. And suddenly you don’t have the balls to push her away. For the first time ever, you let someone in. You let someone help you instead of pushing them out.
“Okay.” You say weakly, barely being able to direct your voice to her. You open the door more and move to the side so she can come inside.
Harin nods, her eyes widening as she steps inside before closing the door behind her quietly. She doesn't say anything more, going directly towards you. Without warning, she enfolds you in a warm and gentle hug.
"Oh, Y/N, I'm so sorry for everything," she whispers passionately, rubbing the top of your back. "I-I'm just so sorry." Her voice is small but filled with emotion.
The sudden hug catches you off guard, and to your own surprise you melt immediately into the warm comforting embrace.
“Sorry? What are you sorry for?” You ask, fighting back a smile as you hug her back tightly.
Harin lets out a sigh. "So, So many things," she whispers. "I'm sorry you're going through this right now, I'm sorry I haven't been there for you enough. I-"
She can't continue, her words choking her up but you are quick to shake your head dismissively anyways. “Stop. If anything I should be sorry. I took the spotlight off of you and Jin’s special accomplishment. I messed up your proposal and I’ll probably just mess up your wedding too so you shouldn’t even invite-“
“Stop,” she’s the one to say it this time, frowning and shaking her head. “You’re absolutely going to be at my wedding. You’re my best friend.” She says passionately, pulling away from the hug to look you in your eyes. “I'm not letting you go through this alone, no matter how hard things get..."
“Thank you, Harin.” You respond in a whisper, your heart fluttering as you pull her back into the hug tightly. Seconds after there’s a small stab of pain in your stomach, causing me to groan and close your eyes and lean onto her for support.
Harin flinches as she feels your sudden
movement towards her, then notices your hand grab onto your stomach. Her heart sinks when she realizes what it means, her eyes flaring with shock and concern.
"Your stomach... does it hurt?" she asks softly, her voice filled with worry for you. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah..” you take a step back to ground yourself. “Just been stressed lately.” You mumble, trying but failing to reassure her.
"I know the feeling..." Harin whispers, still looking at your abdomen. “Come sit.” She says, holding your hand and ushering you to sit down.
“Thanks..” you mumble, slowly sitting onto the couch as Harin watches you closely as she helps you settle. "You sure everything with the baby is okay?" she whispers softly, her eyes filled with concern and worry.
“I think.” ‘I hope.’
“I don’t want to go outside, let alone a hospital.” You say with a sigh, looking up at Harin who gives you a sympathetic expression. She nods in understanding, “I know how you feel," she says quietly. "The outside can be so scary at times... especially when there are so many people watching your every move."
You let out a small smile and nod, of course Harin understood. You couldn’t imagine all she had been through when she first started dating Seokjin. It was a relief to have at least one person who knew what you were going through. Her and someone else.
“..How’s Yoongi?” The words fly out of your mouth before you can stop them. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t at least a tiny bit concerned curious about how he was doing. But you knew a part of you were asking from a place of guilt, some part of you knew you had overreacted the slightest bit. Because it was like you, to push people away when things got too serious.
Harin’s eyes widen in surprise, almost as if she was surprised you even brought him up. She blinks a few times before speaking. "I talked to him earlier today," she whispers softly.
She opens her mouth again, lashing hesitantly before actually saying anything. She looks at you for a few moments, debating on whether or not she should continue. She looks thoughtful for a moment - then lets out an exhausted sigh.
"He's been really worried about you," she states honestly, letting out a short breath. "He was really hurting when you kicked him out... honestly, he's not doing too well right now."
“Really?” You don’t want to admit that the news is sickening, because you still cared about him, despite everything. Harin nods, “Jin says it’s worse than when they first debuted. Overworking himself, not eating, not speaking.”
Your elbows go to your knees as you bury your face in your hands. To say you felt awful was an understatement. “I don’t know what to do, Harin. I just..I felt hurt. He kept something so big from me no matter what the reason.” You shake your head, swallowing nervously.
“What would you have done?”
She winced, thinking about if she was in your shoes. "I... I would have heard him out, before I made my decision," she says softly and you sigh, knowing she was probably right. "I understand that you felt betrayed," she admits. "But it wasn't intentional, he just didn't know how to talk to you..."
She looks at the ground, her voice softening even more. "He didn't know how to handle this... honestly, neither one of you do. But there's still a chance you can work things out if you talk to each other."
You swallow, tears welling up in your eyes as a bunch of emotions cloud your mind. “I don’t know how to do that Harin. How to communicate.”
Her face immediately softened, pulling you into another hug. “Give it as much time as you need for yourself," she continues. "Just don't shut him out... he wants to be there for you... just like I do."
Harin looks at you for a moment then smiles. "You're not alone now, okay?"
Your eyes go to the phone in pieces next to the wall at her words as your mind wanders to similar words.
i’m here now
The first stupid text that started everything. The text that you stupidly didn’t listen to. The stupid text that showed how horrible you were for not communicating when he was.
You were stupid.
FRI(END)S | taehyung
➭ summary: in which Taehyung has some big shoes to fill after his hyungs went to the military. The stress of it all and utter loneliness causes him to make some grave mistakes. Like paying a girl to be his friend. But after months, he starts to feel something more. He doesn’t know if he’s just over pretending because she’s obviously just doing her job.. or if something more is there. And after a rough night, he finds out.
➭genre: short oneshot, slowburn-ish, angst, friends au
➭warnings: unedited properly, talk about depression, a couple bad words, he can kinda be seen as creepy but he’s just awkward i swear
➭note: i actually like this. chat i like writing, i wish i could do it more. Agust Dad is in the works tho..
Taehyung knew the members entering the military would affect him.
Sure they had moved out of the dorm and stopped living together ages ago, but he was saddened to see his hyungs go after being in contact for almost decades. They had watched him grow up and helped him through the complications of being an idol.
And now that he was making music and doing it all on his own? He felt the effects of their absence hardened.
He tried staying close to the other maknae’s but they were doing their own preparations for their solos and didn’t want to be a burden. He tried smoking but it would only stir up trouble and was too risky. He tried going onto Korean tv shows but it only felt like more work.
It started to get worse the more he worked on his music and the longer his hyungs were away. He’d stay day and night at the studio, working tirelessly on his album. And when he did venture to his apartment suite, it was cold and empty. The Bangtan group chat dry.
Alone.
He hated the feelings of being alone. After 2020, the tour being cancelled and not being able to see his new fans, being forced to stay inside. He had his members at the time, making English songs that blew up. But he wasn’t happy. He was alone.
And whenever he walked in the door of his apartment after a long day or night, he felt the same feeling. Dread, hopelessness. Empty. And then, the military would come and sweep him away as well.
He didn’t want to feel like that. Didn’t want to spend the time he had before the military being things changed for good, feeling like that. He wouldn’t put out good music for his fans and he wouldn’t do good for himself mentally and physically. He needed something, anything to give him comfort. He couldn’t go down that rabbit hole he once been in.
Sugar.
Your brain's reward system is activated, which releases dopamine, a chemical that signals pleasure.
In this case, Sugar, is a sweet caring friend. A paid friend. Ironic to the fake name she gave Jimin, she was a sugar baby. You are sugar, in every meaning of the word.
He felt weird at first, when Jimin gave him Sugar’s number when he reluctantly told his hyung how he felt one night while drinking together. But after texting for weeks and a shiny NDA contract, Sugar was his temporary paid companion.
They’d text regularly, and when he was feeling his most depressed he’d pay her to come to his house before he got there. They didn’t have to talk, she just had to be there so he didn’t feel like he was drowning in his pity and loneliness. So he felt like people still cared.
As much as he hated it, it was working. The text turned into meet ups at his house. The chilling turned into cuddling. And hell, he felt good waking up in the mornings. Music felt less like work. Life felt like, life.
But working on music, and releasing it were two different battles. And doing it with a group, and being solo, were two different battles.
Taehyung put on a smile as he went backstage, the chilling sound of his fans feeling his ears as his earpiece now silent as his sound ended. It had been a while since he preformed at a Mcountdown, and he had forgotten how many strangers there were backstage as they started profusely congratulating him.
He put on a shy smile as people started handing him a small fan and wiping off his sweat. Before anyone else could crowd him, he grabbed his phone and excused himself to the bathroom.
He could feel his hands shaking, the pressure of being on stage by himself bringing back that some feeling of loneliness. He had forgotten about it because of the fans, but being backstage was much more awkward. He remembered how he used to cool down backstage with his members.
He missed them, dearly.
His fingers shook as he pressed against his phone screen, going to his messages and clicking the top person. He knew it was Sugar, he had only talked to her recently. He asked her to come over, and even sent the money in advance while also tripling the amount. He was vulnerable, and scared. He needed his fix. He needed comfort.
When he was finally able to escape the stage and was able to home later that night, he half expected for Sugar not to be there. The day had been so draining he had completely forgotten.
His eyes widened when he saw her in his apartment, lying on the couch all comfy. Her breathing soft and her hair in front of her face as she slept.
He quietly sat down his things and took off his shoes and socks. He had already changed out of his performance outfit and was in a baggy hoodie and jeans. He walked over to Sugar, brushing her hair out of her face and even that calmed him down from all of the chaos in his mind.
She had looked so comfortable in his space while she slept. So peaceful. Like she belonged there. He hadn’t realized how attached he had gotten to her until that moment. Her beautiful soft skin and playful hair. Her kind natural beauty and caring nature. It has been a while since he met a girl as innocent and sweet as her and the comfort she brought didn’t make it better.
He blinked out of his trance when he saw her blink, as if sensing his everlasting gaze. Her eyelashes fluttered as she slowly opened her eyes, Taehyung smiling when he saw the familiar pearls.
“Oh, you’re back.” She said she yawned and sat up slightly. “How was filming the.. song?” She asked, sounding so unsure and confused in her half awakened mind.
He chuckled, being aware for some time now that she knew nothing about the idol life or even listened to his music, and it was slightly refreshing.
“It was good, Sugar.” He said, his voice tried and raspy from singing and talking all day. The word coming out as more than a pet name more than it being the name she actually went by.
He picked her up, hands gripping her waist tightly as he easily held her up so he could sit on the couch and set her on his lap. His large hands, so soft and masculine, gripped her thighs tightly, situating them around his hips.
His body relaxed and his eyes closed slightly as he felt her soft figure against his chest as she wrapped her arms around her neck, playing with the back of his hair.
“Thank you.” He said breathlessly, eyes still closed as he relaxed and let himself feel her soothing touch. “You’re too good for me.”
”Are you okay?”
He didn’t except to hear her voice, considering she just woke up and that speaking to him wasn’t mandatory or anything. Her voice was as soft as ever, extra quiet from the sleepiness.
Fuck, he was getting attached. He was being too vulnerable, it was getting too intimate. To real.
She was paid to do this. To act caring and sweet so he could keep coming back and she could keep getting money. But God, it felt real now. Much more real than the first few months.
He tensed for a minute, his heart telling him to spill out everything but his brain winning, like most days. “I’m fine, Sugar.” He assured, his hand moving to her hair, gently stroking it. There was a moment where he considered actually telling her about his day, but the thought of it made his chest tighten. He didn't want to burden her with his problems, wanting her to stay shielded to the harsh reality of his life and riches.
"It's just been a long day, and I'm not used to things being this way." He admitted, his voice a bit more strained than normal. It was silent for a minute before he spoke again, not knowing why. “Thank you, for being here.”
“I’ll always be here for you..” she replied softly, looking up at him as she laid her head on his shoulder. “It’s nice here.”
He smirked, a small genuine smile played on his lips before letting out a chuckle. “Is it?” His eyes flickered away from her and to the idle big tv screen.
“I was watching you.” Her voice came through as he looked down at her once more. “Your music video, I mean.” She corrected herself with an awkward chuckle.
“Oh.” Taehyung didn’t know how to feel about it. Of course he was proud of his music, but slightly nervous for her opinion. “What’d you think?”
“It was.. beautiful.” She said, her eyes sparkling as their eyes met. “It was slow and sentimental..” his face reddened as she continued, the words making him antsy.
“I loved it. And you looked all dolled up and cute.” She giggled as she thought back on it. “I’ve never seen you like that.”
“What you look at me differently now? You see me as the big popstar like else everyone does?” He said, trying to play it off as a joke even though he was actually wondering.
“No.. still just Taehyung. My friend.” She said with a smile and his chest tightened slightly as reality set in.
No matter how many nights they’d spent on the phone, no matter how many ranted texts he sent.. No matter how many late nights and cuddles. They were friends, paid friends at that.
He was delusional for thinking it wasn’t anything else other than a girl taking care of her client in order for him to keep coming back later and get more money. Even knowing this—
“You wanna.. stay the night?” I’ll pay you extra.
He wants to say, but maybe if he didn’t bring it up she’d forget that that’s what she was there for. For money, not him..
“Sure!” She said excitedly, making his heart flutter. He hadn’t felt this way in a while. Relaxed and comfortable with someone outside of his group.
She giggled when she saw his almost shocked reaction. “I told you it’s nice here.”
He chuckled, shaking his head at her. “Eh, I’m used to being here.” He gestured to his nice apartment penthouse with the view of the city. Expense brands to cook with and soft nice couches and clothes. He didn’t know why he was trying to act so cool with his grand house when she’d already seen him at his most vulnerable.
He knew from the first few instances that she couldn’t have come from a rich family, judging by her reactions and lack of knowledge with certain gadgets and such. Just looking at the things she did for money, he figured she hadn’t come from the best of the bunch.
“I mean, I already fell asleep on the couch so I might as well sleep there.” She said with a chuckle.
“You don’t want to go to the bedroom with me?”
The words fly out of his mouth before he could even stop himself and he’s surprised by himself. Surprised that he keeps trying to push his luck with this girl. God, he’d given all the hints but couldn’t take one himself.
“I—“ she paused with a nervous chuckle. “Oh wow.” In an effort to get rid of the sudden tension that came over, and to not feel like a creep, he quickly spoke. “I mean— we cuddle anyways. Why not just cuddle each other to sleep. That would help me, don’t you think?”
He felt like an asshole just saying it, but as a miracle would have it, she started to contemplate before shrugging. “Sure, okay!” She said with a small smile.
“Y-You don’t have to! It was a stupid thing to say—“ Taehyung quickly said, sweating as he tried to make it all go away.
“No, no! It’s fine.” She said quickly, the two looking like two teenagers. “I think it’d be good for me too.” She stated and Taehyung softened.
Taehyung turned off all of the lights, taking her hand gently in his as he lead her to his bedroom, a place she’d never been before. There were posters of the group and artwork on the walls. Glimpses of his hobbies scattered around the room.
He took off his hoodie, revealing a plain white shirt underneath before he crawled onto his king sized bed. The quality of it, like everything else he owned, pleasant. She hummed when she laid down next to him, sinking into the mattress as she closed her eyes.
She took a minute to relax before turning on her side and looking at him, who was already staring at her while on his side. The two faced each other, heads on soft pillows with the lights dimmed. “You’re different today..” she muttered her observation softly.
“I know.. that’s why I sent you triple.” He said with a soft chuckle, he knew he would be more clingy, more of a pain. He hoped she was okay with it. That maybe it would become a regular for the two.
“I don’t mind it, Tae-Tae.. It’s peaceful with you.” She said with a soft smile while stroking his hair as Taehyung let out a breath of relief. He had felt the same, at peace. Maybe, just maybe, she felt the same way he did about each other.
He wrapped his arms around her small waist and pulled her closer to him and his heart raced as he took in her features, copying every detail into his brain. She was so beautiful, inside and out. His eyes traced over her face, before landing on her lips. So pretty and pink.
He couldn’t stop himself. He had convinced himself that he would rather try to see if something was there than sit months worrying and dreaming about could have been. So he leaned in closer to her as he licked his lips, and gently pressed his lips onto hers in a soft kiss.
She smiled against it immediately before responding, pushing herself flush against his chest as he tilted his head slightly to deepen the kiss. His hand went to her back, gripping it tightly as he held onto her like his life depended on it.
He pulled away after a while, breathless and his heart souring. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while..” he whispered, nuzzling his nose against her face.
“Me too..” she squeaked out, swallowing as she closed her eyes and kissed him again. His eyes closed as he relaxed into the affection, his feelings deep as they drifted off to sleep on each other’s arms.
~~
To his horror, Taehyung woke up alone the next morning. He could smell her candied, sugary scent but she wasn’t there. He could feel her sweet sugary lips still on his from the hours before. But she wasn’t there.
He sat up quickly, looking around and fearing the worst. What if she got lost in the complex? Or some crazy fan took her?
He raced to get his phone to do something, to figure something out. Only to be greeted with a notification that was received an hour ago.
Let’s stay friends. Just for now :)
All are so good
My Favorite Soulmate Fanfiction (Part 1)
@purpleyoonn
Petrichor
BTS x Reader, CEO, omegaverse, soulmate au, polyamory
You had been working at Bangtan Corporation for almost two years now, and not once have you ever laid eyes on your bosses. That was, until you met them when out with some of your coworkers. Now, you almost wish you hadn’t. Almost.
baby (you complete us)
BTS x Reader, disabled reader, soulmate au, idol au, polyamory
Soulmates were a common occurrence, so common, in fact, that the world sought an easier way to find your other half: A bracelet that would scan your mark and match you with those who shared your mark. Within recent years, soul groups were becoming normal, and your own bracelet said you have seven matches.
Or where you wear your bracelet for ten years, and finally give up the hope you would find your soul group, only for BTS to put theirs on and see what they were missing.
The Line Between Love and War
BTS x Reader, autistic reader, soulmate au, idol au, polyamory
Your experiences told you that soulmates were something you would never have the pleasure of having; something not given to you because of who you are, despite the soulmark that resides on your inner left wrist. During your solo trip to Los Angeles, you find out that you are more than capable, that your soulmates had been waiting for you for a long time, and would not be letting you go anytime soon.
Dance of Time
BTS x Reader, vampire BTS, human reincarnated reader, soulmate au, reincarnation, yandere
You were finally back in the hometown you left right after graduation, researching the mysterious manor that laid outside of the town limits. Your family was acting weird, and the owner of the manor seemed to know more about you than he should. Everything changed when you entered the manor, and you weren’t sure your dance with time was going to last very long.
enchanted
Min Yoongi x Reader, dragon King Yoongi, soulmate au, royalty au, fantasy au
The realm under King Min’s rule had been under war for over thirty years, a war within the inhuman species with origins no one knows. Your presence was brought into awareness when found by the king under the rubble of your home. You are plunged into a world you had only ever seen from the outside, and don’t know how long you can last.
@bluemari23
New _World
Choi Seungcheol x Reader, soulmate au, idol au, neurodivergent reader
the night of your 18th birthday left nothing to be desired; waking up to no hint of any soul bond left you one of the unbonded. almost eight years later, however, you find out that you are very much not unbonded, and that your soulmate is someone who you admire. very much.
Dar+ling You
You were on your way to South Korea, leaving your life behind to follow your soulmate back home. Your anxiety runs amok, and Seungcheol tries his best to get to know you better.
Soul Glow
Choi Seungcheol x Reader, soulmate au, idol au, neurodivergent reader
You were on your way to South Korea, leaving your life behind to follow your soulmate back home. Your anxiety runs amok, and Seungcheol tries his best to get to know you better.
Soul Haze
you had just gotten home after leaving the seventeen concert early, only for your phone to start ringing with what you think is the biggest joke of the century. it turns out, that maybe you left too early.
Dazzling Light
Kim Hongjoong x Reader, soulmate au, idol au, autistic reader
your soul bond activates at a concert and you seriously doubt your actually going to be able to meet them, not when they are on the stage and more than likely can't see the soul light that surrounds you.
Loving you has always been my home. — Kim Taehyung Fake Text Series —
⤷ Genre: Idol!Taehyung,Fan!Reader, female!reader, fluff, angst ⤷ Synopsis: After Taehyung made you pinky promise to forever stay by his side, you quickly became the most popular and favored Taehyung fansite among ARMY and BTS. While the fandom quickly became your family, Taehyung starts struggling with the growing popularity and the disrespect of privacy coming along with it. What happens when Taehyung drops his phone at the airport while running away from fans invading his personal space and you are the one to pick it up? ⤷ Warnings: family issues ⤷ Parts: (1), (2), (3), (4), (5), (6), (7), (8), (9), (10), (11), (12), (13), (14), (15), (16), (17), (18), (19), (20), (21), (22), (23), (24) ,(25), (26), (27) !!!NOT FINISHED!!! ⤷ Author Note:
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Stars To My Moon|CHAPTER-4|
Genre: Soulmateau! Idolau!Angst;fluff;drama;romance, polyamorousAu!
Pairing:ot7×f!OC
Summary: He took big strides, halting right in front of me as he bends to my eye level, causing me lean back a little. I could feel his breath fanning my face, looking into his eyes, I could see a storm of anger into them.
"We have been nothing but considerate of you and your feelings, while all you've given in return is rejection and cold shoulder since day one." He grits out.
when Selene's 22nd birthday doesn't go as she expected, her world turns upside down, making her resent her soulmates. Will she ever come to accept them in her life, or will she continue to run away holding onto her past love?
Word count: 8.5k
I feel a weight on my hand as I try to move it. I try to open my eyes, blinking away the haziness, trying to recall where I am. As the vision becomes clear, I see my mother hovering above me, looking down with worried eyes.
"What happened?" I ask her, not knowing the reason behind her worry.
"You fainted, baby. We're at the hospital. I nearly got a heart attack. Don't ever scare me like that again." She tells me as I start to remember our walk to the Han River, Eric, and my headache.
"The doctor said he has something to ask you. I'll call him," She says and disappears behind the door.
I stare into space, mind blank. All I could feel was this motherfucking headache that won't leave me the fuck alone. Why wasn't it going down? I sigh.
The door opens once again, catching my attention. My mother comes with a doctor and a nurse inside.
"Hi, I'm Dr. Choi. I have some questions to ask you." The doctor speaks; he was tall and seemed young; he was probably around thirty. He motions to the nurse to check what probably were my vitals.
"How long have you been experiencing the headache and fever?"
I glance at my mother first before answering, "um, since Friday. It's just been what five days? A cold takes around a week to be gone. But the headache and fever aren't subsiding but increasing gradually."
I hear my mother take a sharp breath, hearing my answer. I know I shouldn't have lied to her, but I honestly believed it would get better eventually.
"Do you also feel fatigued and sore?" The doctor asks, writing down something on his board.
"Yes," I say, nodding my head.
"Is there any particular area that feels sore, Miss Garcia?" I nod in response.
"Yes, the area around my shoulder blades has been feeling sore for about a week now."
"Alright, let me take a look." he moves behind me, and I move my clothes.
He checks it and comes back around to the foot of the bed again.
"So? what is it, doctor?" my mother asks.
"Miss Garcia, I suspect you have made contact with your soulmate already, have you?" he asks, making my eyes go wide; I shake my head,
"No, doctor. I would have known if I did, right?"
"I believe you have. It's not necessary that the feeling is noticeable to everyone. It could have been subtle for you that you never thought of it as anything."
"As you have made contact with your soulmate and didn't notice, you have started to experience soul-sickness; you have all the symptoms of it."
Just as I was digesting his previous words about accidentally having touched my soulmate, He dropped another bomb on me.
Soul sickness is a part of the soulmate phenomenon. It is believed that it was there so the soulmates won't try to go against the universe. After contacting your soulmate, you have fifteen days to settle with the news and accept them. After fifteen days, the universe forces you to make a connection with your soulmate again by making you both sick. The sickness can only be cured by the presence and touch of one's soulmate. Not only that but, till you seal the bond with a kiss, the soulmates are needed to stay together to avoid falling sick again. Once the bond is sealed, there is no more sickness because of the distance. And if one's soulmate rejects them, the soul will slowly start to deteriorate, resulting in the death of the rejected soulmate and immense pain to the one renouncing them.
In my case, if I have soul sickness, that must mean I encountered my soulmate when I got here or, It could be someone on the plane, but I don't think I had much contact with anyone directly on the flight. The only direct contact I had that day was with the security and staff of the airport and that guy that bumped into me.
Now that I think about it thoroughly, I did feel a zap of electricity running through me when he touched my forehead. My eyes widen as I rub the said area.
That guy is my supposed soulmate. A soulmate I didn't want anything to do with, not right now, not when my heart is hurting so much. I look up at my mother as I know what I'm about to say will make her upset and maybe even angry.
"Is there a way to cure the sickness without the soulmate?" I watch as my mother takes a deep breath at my question.
The doctor shakes his head. " I'm afraid not. Only the presence and touch of your soulmate may heal you, but till you find your soulmate or they find you, the hospital will take care of you and try to keep the situation under control."
"Alright, thank you, doctor." My mother speaks before I have time to ask him anything further.
The doctor and nurse leave the room as the door closes behind them. My mother comes near me again, giving me a flick on the back of my head.
"Selene Garcia, you will not reject your soulmate. You know very well what happens when someone is rejected by their soulmate! Not only them, but you will also be suffering. Whereas theirs will end, and you'll have to live forever with yours."
I hang my head; I know the loss of her soulmate still troubles her to this day.
"Give them a chance, Sel. Maybe they'll be better than eric?" her words make my head snap up,
" No one can be as good as Eric mama, and I'm not willing to give anyone eric's place. it's still too early." I say, looking into her eyes, which fill with sympathy as my words reach her ears.
"I know dear, I know, but that place was never eric's, to begin with, it was always your soulmates," she says, making my heart tear a little more.
Grabbing my blanket, I lay back down under the cover, my back facing her. Every time I got angry or upset with my mother, I would show her my back, but I'm not just upset now; I'm hurt, hurt that my own mother will discard my feelings for eric this quick.
Sleep doesn't come to me till late in the silent room; I lay there crying my tears away. I knew she was up and listening, but I didn't care. She should know how hard her words tore through my heart.
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It's been two days since I fainted. Today is Thursday, and I'm still at the hospital. My mother tried asking me questions about my "soulmate" so she could find him, but I didn't have anything that would point to his identity. He was wearing a mask, and it wasn't really a moment to ask each other for names.
The headache and fever have been getting worse; even though the doctor is doing everything in his control to keep it low, it's not exactly in his hands. It has come to the point where I sleep my fever away most of the day. I'm only awake for four hours a day, in installments.
Right now is the third one of those four hours. I just ate and took my medicine, my mother who; has been by my side 24/7 except for going back to the apartment to get fresh; is right now in the washroom.
The door opens, snagging my attention; I look towards it. My doctor Mr. Choi with two other people steps into the room. Both the other men look to be in their late thirties. I look toward Mr. Choi with a confused expression.
"Miss Garcia, How are you feeling?" he asks, disregarding my confused expressions.
"Worse!" I answer simply in all truth cause what's the point?
"Well, I have something that might help you feel better," hearing his words, my eyebrows rise. "You see, these gentlemen called asking if we have a soul-sickened patient here named Selene. Of course, we couldn't disclose the information right away, so we asked them to describe you, and they did; pretty accurately on top of that. Then we asked them the reason for asking, to which in return they said that they work for your soulmate and he has been trying to find you for the past two and a half weeks. All the details matched, so we asked them to come."
At this point, I completely tuned out of the conversation Mr. Choi was trying to have with me. Contrary to his belief, his words did little to make me feel better but made my headache even worse. I didn't want to meet my soulmate , not like this. Once again the fate had cursed me. Why did I have to come here out of all the countries in the world? The country: where my soulmate lives.
I hang my head low as tears start to gather in my eyes. But a voice made me look up. It wasn't as much as the voice but the words being spoken.
"Thank you so much for the offer; of course, she will go with you." I look into my mother's eyes which were pleading me not to refuse.
"Go where?" I ask despite her silent pleas.
"To your soulmate, of course. You both are sick, and only proximity and touch can get you both back to health. So, I'm afraid you'll have to spend a week at your soulmate's dorm."
His words raise so many questions in my head but being a feminist, the first one to spill out of my mouth was,
"well, why can't he stay at my place if he needs me around?" I ask, crossing my hands.
The slightly taller man chuckles as he says, "I suppose you don't know who he is?"
I shake my head as I answer, " who he is doesn't matter."
"It does, Miss Garcia." he contradicts " his state right now is bad, worse than you might I add. and he is the member of the biggest boyband in the world. If he moves into a girl's apartment: headlines will be made, and he wants to keep his private life private."
"Well, wouldn't headlines be made if a girl spends a week in his dorm with his members?"
"No, we will sneak you in from the back door, and the dorm is highly secured."
I sigh, " why can't he just get admitted to the hospital here?"
"This situation is something that can be handled at home, and he doesn't want his fans to worry if they catch news of him being hospitalized."
"Who even is this guy?" I scoff, throwing my hands out.
"The eldest member of BTS, Jin," he says.
Did..Did he just say BTS?
"What!!?!" My mouth hangs open.
He chuckles, seeing my reaction, "are you a fan?" he asks.
composing myself, I reply with a curt no. "I've just heard of them."
"Okay. Well, if everything is clear, I would like to suggest you pack; my partner here will stay here for your assistance and will bring you to the dorm when you're done." saying that he bows down and takes his leave.
As soon as he disappears behind the door, I turn to my mother, "I won't go!" I say in my mother tongue, hoping the other person in the room can't understand me.
"Yes!, you will," she says, marching towards me.
Standing in front of me, she says, " Sel, baby. I know it's too early for you but, we both know the consequences your decision will lead to."
"Let it be, Mama. I won't budge." I say sternly.
"But I'm not ready to lose you too, Sel. You're all I've left. Please, if not for yourself, do it for me. Get healthy. It's just for a week; then we'll see what to do after that." My mother pleads, tears threatening to come out of her eyes.
"Okay. Okay." I say; softly as I hug her waist. I could never think of my mother being left alone. I'll do it for her if I have to. And she's right; it's only for a week.
She steps back, brushing my hair away from my face and wiping my eyes; she says, "Well, then I'll go pack a bag for you." She kisses my forehead and moves towards the door.
Before completely vanishing behind the door, she says, "I love you, Mi Hija. Thank you." not giving me a chance to reciprocate her words; she steps forward and closes the door behind her.
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"Hyung, I know you're worried about her, I'm too, but Sejin Hyung said they're doing everything to find her. We need to focus on you right now," Jimin says, changing the wet cloth on Jin's forehead.
He knows his Jinnie Hyung is more worried about their soul mate, despite being bedridden himself. He has always been like this, loving and caring for others. His Jinnie-Hyung wears his heart out on his sleeve. All he has been asking since Monday was the well-being of Selene.
When they woke up on Monday, their Hyung-nim was not up and about making breakfast for his Dongsaengs; they thought he was sleeping in that day; he was pretty upset when he went to bed, but when Hoseok went to call him for lunch, there he was, still in bed with a high fever, shivering. Everyone was worried; they called their manager to bring a doctor in. When the doctor explained that Jin was down with soul-sickness, at that time, every hand was on deck; all bets were off to find Selene. Finding her was the biggest priority right now.
"I don't want her to go through this Jimin-ah. She's our soulmate; we need to protect her." His Hyung-nim replies.
"And we will, once we find her. We cannot do anything right now. Let's just pray we'll find her soon." Jimin retorts. It's not like Jimin doesn't care about his soulmate; it's just he knows he can't do anything about it until they've found her, but at least he can take care of his Hyung, and that's exactly, what he's doing.
"Can you tell me about your encounter with her in brief, Hyung?" He says, wanting to distract his Hyung.
And so Jin does.
Jimin notices how talking about her makes his Hyung's eyes shine brightly. He knows there are many cases in the world where a woman was the soulmate of several men. But he didn't know how they both could handle this situation. He always imagined his life with his soulmate, but it never included anyone else other than those two. He wasn't close-minded, but how would he keep his jealousy at bay seeing his soulmate in his Hyung's arms, and how would Jin? His members were important to him. He wouldn't want his relationship with his Hyung to crumble beneath the pressure of having the same soulmate.
He shakes his head to get out of his thought; it wasn't the time to think all that. He changes the cloth on his forehead again and says,
"Stay in bed, Hyung. I'll see if the lunch is ready. Don't try to be a hero." Sternly getting his point across, Jimin gets up from the bed, leaving the cloth on his forehead as it is.
He goes towards the kitchen where Yoongi and the Maknae were making lunch and soup for Jin. Everyone was doing their part in caring for their Hyung. Tae went to the company with Hoseok to take care of some stuff. And Namjoon has been on calls all day trying to get some work done, whatever the reason they couldn't fall too much behind their schedule.
"Jungkookie, is the soup ready?" Jimin asks the Maknae, Who was hell-bent on making the soup for his Hyung, even though Yoongi said he'll take care of it.
"It'll be ready in a minute, Hyung. You should take some rest; I'll feed it to Jinnie-Hyung." Everybody knows how close those two were; Jin practically raised him.
"Okay, just call me if you need any help," Jimin says as he goes to sit beside Namjoon, who was reading a book, no doubt trying to calm himself down from all this stress.
"Jimin-ah! Call Taehyung-ah and ask him if they'll be coming home for lunch?" Yoongi says, and Jimin does as he's told.
"Taehyungie, will you and Hoseokie-Hyung be coming home for lunch? Yoongi-Hyung is making Japchae."
"I don't think so, but we'll be there before dinner, Jimin-ah." Taehyung answers before asking, "How's Hyung now?"
"As he was before, you know there will be no improvement till we find her," Jimin sighs.
"And how are you, Jiminie?" Taehyung asks in his soft voice. He knows it must be stressing Jimin out as well.
"We'll talk about it when Jinnie-Hyung is all good; Take care. Fighting!" brushing the subject, Jimin cuts the call.
"They won't be here for lunch, Hyung," Jimin informs Suga, who acknowledges the information with a nod.
"After feeding Hyung, eat lunch yourself, Jungkook-ah. I'll sit with Hyung," Yoongi tells the Maknae. Jungkook opens his mouth to retaliate, but one look from Hyung has him think otherwise.
"You need to take care of yourself too." saying this Yoongi goes back to his cooking, and Jungkook goes to Jin Hyung with the soup.
A sudden ring startles Jimin from the conversation between the two members.
He sees Namjoon pick up the call. Whatever is said on the other line has his eyes wide before his face breaks into a smile: a sign of good news.
"Thank you, Hyung-nim. Yes, it's perfectly fine. We understand." Saying this, Namjoon cuts the call and turns to a fidgeting Jimin.
Before he could say anything, Jimin asks, "who was it, Hyung?"
"Sejin Hyung. He found her. She was in the hospital not far from here." The conversation attracts Suga from the kitchen, who is now standing near the couch.
Hearing the news, Jimin jumps out of his seat and onto Namjoon. At last, they found her. A swamp of thoughts was running in his mind: setting them aside: he asks the question that was bugging him.
"So, what now? How's this gonna go?" Jimin gets off Namjoon. Suga comes behind him to give him a pat of comfort on his back.
"He said since he couldn't manage an apartment in this complex, she'll be staying with us for a week. Till Jinnie-Hyung and her are back to health, I hope it's not a problem: I said yes on your guys' behalf. I know I should have asked, but it's Jin-Hyung." Namjoon says, pointing his last words towards Yoongi.
"It's alright. We wouldn't have refused." Yoongi says, assuring Namjoon.
"When is she coming?" Jimin asks; he doesn't know how he feels yet. Nervous: to meet his soulmate for the first time or excited. It's probably a mix of both. Jin Hyung has seen her, but he hadn't had that luck. He looks down at his mark; It was his new favorite thing to admire nowadays.
"By dinner. Hyung called me when he was still on his way to the hospital. Hopefully, there won't be any complications." Namjoon says, leaving Jimin confused, though he brushes it off as nothing. Thinking about his soulmate and the fact that he'll finally be able to return the shiny necklace he has been safekeeping for her.
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As soon as the car stopped, Taehyung was running out of the car and towards the apartment. He couldn't wait to hug Jimin. He finally could be with his soulmate, and Taehyung couldn't be any happier for him. He hadn't lost his hope of finding his own soulmate: and seeing his members find theirs only gave fuel to his hope.
Punching in the password, Taehyung steps into the apartment, calling out for Jimin. As soon as the latter was in his sight, he jumped onto him. Both of them giggled with happiness.
When Taehyung got the news that they'd found Selene, it took everything in him; to not go home to his Jiminie.
They let go as Hobi comes into view, coming to give a hug to Jimin as well, jumping around.
Yoongi comes into the living room, telling the members to keep it down.
"Shushhhh! Jin-Hyung is sleeping."
"He must have been ecstatic to hear the news," Taehyung says excitedly. He knows both his members haven't really had the chance to talk about the situation since things escalated quickly, but he has faith that everything will be okay.
"He was; he can't wait to meet her again," Yoongi replies with his gummy smile.
"where's kookie and Namjoonie-Hyung?" Hoseok asks, making Taehyung realize the absence of the two members.
"Oh, kookie is with Jin-Hyung, and Namjoon-Hyung is in his room, probably working," It's Jimin that replies this time. "I was with kookie too before I heard Taehyungie."
"Well, I was just preparing dinner. Freshen up, you both. Selene should be on the way." Yoongi tells the members and goes along his way to the kitchen.
Hobi and Taehyung also go to freshen up, and Jimin sticks along to his friend.
Yoongi finishes preparing porridge for two, as the members all come out of their rooms, except Jin.
Everyone gathers in the living room, chatting while waiting for Selene's arrival. Since there wasn't any room empty: Yoongi offers his room for Selene, arguing he'll be in the studio, mostly anyway. As Jimin proceeds to protest, the sound of the doorbell interrupts him. Freezing him in his place, his nerves spiking up. Taehyung notices this and covers his hand with his own, giving him an assuring look, trying to calm him down.
He knows; how his friend could be. Jimin has battled with insecurities all his life, and even though he has become more confident in himself, he still sometimes gets sucked in by his insecurities. And it's the matter of his soulmate, of course, he'll be nervous as to if she'll like him.
Hobi goes to open the door, the others peeking out. They didn't want her to feel crowded as soon as she came.
Taehyung watches as Hoseok comes back into the living room, leading Manager Sejin and a girl; who must be their soulmate. With soft brown hair leading down to her back and amber eyes, the 5'5 girl with her slightly tanned skin looked nothing less than a celebrity herself, but as he looked closer, he could see the bags under her eyes and her tired state.
"Guys, this is Miss Selene Garcia." Sejin introduces her to the group. Taehyung moves his eyes from Selene to his friend to see his reaction who was watching Selene as if she had just stepped out of a dream. He smiles softly; finally, his Jimine has found his missing piece. He remembers; all the times they used to talk about their soulmates and what they thought they would be like.
"And Miss Garcia, this is BTS," catching the cue, all the boys started to introduce themselves.
"Hi, I'm Kim Namjoon"
"Hello! I'm Jung Hoseok!"
"Hi, I'm Min Yoongi."
"Hi, I'm Jeon Jungkook."
"Hello, My name is Kim Taehyung."
They look over at Jimin, expecting him to introduce himself but instead see him frozen in his place. Taehyung elbows him in the stomach, breaking the daze Jimin was in.
"Oh, um. Hi, I'm Jimin." he lastly says with a: small wave. Making the others chuckle.
"Well, I'll leave you guys to it." Sejin says before looking over at Namjoon, "Namjoon, can I talk to you for a second?"
They both disappear from the room as silence settles over it.
Taehyung gets up, "You must be tired, please, sit down."
But seeing confusion settling on her face, he realizes she doesn't speak their language; he asks again, "um, Please, Sit down."
She nods and sits down at the place, Taehyung vacated for her, leaving enough distance between her and Jimin.
She speaks, "where is um, Jin?"
"Oh, Jinnie-Hyung is sleeping. sleep, sleep." Hobi answers her enacting the sleep action.
Namjoon comes into the room, "Guys, She doesn't know she has two soulmates." he says, eyeing the said member worryingly.
"Well, we should tell her then," Taehyung says. He couldn't see his friend feel down.
Namjoon agrees. "Selene, um, what do you know about your soulmate?"
Taehyung watches as Selene makes a weird face at his question before opening her mouth, "Why?" she asks.
"Well, we just thought we'll fill you in if there's something you're missing," Namjoon says, rubbing his neck.
"Nothing, except his name and that he's famous." She answers in a bored tone, making the members frown.
"Um, did you know when you connected with him?"
"It was at the airport, I believe." Selene's monotonous tone was getting to the members, but they brushed it off: thinking it was because of the sickness.
"yes, and um, you also connected to someone at the market in Busan."
"What?" Selene says quietly, now a frown taking place instead of the bored expressions on her face.
"yes, you have not one but two soulmates," Namjoon informs her, eyes on her face trying to interpret her reaction. He saw confusion, grief, and finally, anger settles across her face. Namjoon was no stranger to her story, so he knew what those expressions meant. However, the other members were in the dark.
"How would you know that?" she asks in a cold voice.
"Because your other soulmate belongs to this group as well," Namjoon replies.
"Who?" Namjoon looks over at Jimin, motioning him to take over.
"Ahem! Me," Jimin says meekly, raising his hand a little.
Selene turns to him, asking to see his mark, Which Jimin gladly does.
Taehyung notices as her expression turn to sorrow and then blank instead of surprised or happiness. She turns toward the group saying,
"Can I see Jin; I need to go rest, but before I do that: I should probably feed the bond by touch a little, so we both can be better soon."
Namjoon nods, telling kookie to take Selene to Jin.
As they both leave the room, Taehyung says with a puff,
"She wasn't the least bit happy to find her soulmates,"
"Give her time, Taehyung-ah; She just found out she has not one but two soulmates. She'll adjust." Jimin tells his friend. He knows Taehyung is worried for him.
Meanwhile, Yoongi's attention was taken by Namjoon. He has been watching the younger, struggling with his thoughts for a while now. He knows there is something he was hiding, but he lets it go. Namjoon will tell it himself when he's ready.
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Every cell in my brain: is telling me to leave this place, but I know I can't, not unless I and Jin are all better.
The part about having two soulmates hasn't even been processed in my brain, and I know, the way I just acted in the living room when he informed me about being my soulmate was wrong. I shouldn't have been this cold towards him, but I couldn't handle it.
How could I have two soulmates and neither of them being the one I want? The anger I felt when I saw his mark nearly had me up from my chair and out the door. I know it isn't his fault that he's my soulmate, it's the universe I am mad at, but I can't open my heart to them when the place is already occupied.
As soon as I step into Jin's room with, I forgot what his name was: holding the door open for me, my eyes settle on a sleeping form. I thank the gods that he's sleeping. It'll be a hundred times easier for me if he's asleep during this. With a relieved sigh, I walk toward him and sit on his bed. Close but not close enough to be touching him in any way.
My dream of doing this quietly: shatters because as soon as my hand touches his, his eyes are open, watching me like a hawk: there were no traces of the sleep he was just in. We look into each other's eyes for what felt like an eternity. I wanted to move my eyes away, but it's like I suddenly have lost control of my body.
He looks into my eyes as if searching for water in a scorching desert, drinking me in, looking into the depth of my soul. I feel his hand that I was touching: turn and intertwine with mine. No words are spoken; it's as if our eyes are talking in their own language.
I can see the bags under his eyes, which no doubt match mine. My other hand, without order or hesitation, touches his forehead to check his temperature. As I said, I have lost all control over my body. It's as if the past, the future, the world nothing matters right now. Nothing except us both: that is until a voice breaks us from our trance, reminding me that there indeed is a world beyond us, a past and right now, another presence in the room.
I snatch my hands back to myself and get up from the bed, looking towards the said person, I ask,
"May I know where I'll be staying at? I need to get some rest."
The muscular guy tilts his head, confused; as to what I just said. He then goes out of the room running. I look down at Jin, who smiles softly at me. But it vanishes when he sees I'm not smiling back, and instead, a frown takes its place. No wonder trying to figure out what went wrong. And I'll tell you what did: Breaking out of the trance reminded me that my heart is too fragile right now; it reminded me that I'm not ready to accept my fate yet: it reminded me of Eric. It reminded me that they are the reason he isn't with me right now.
The sound of footsteps makes me move my eyes from his and towards the door. The muscular guy comes back with another man who I suspect is the only one who speaks fluent English here. At least I won't have to converse with my soulmate- SOULMATES! I remind myself it's two now.
The man speaks, "Yes? Did you want anything? Sorry, Kookie here, and the others can't speak much English. You can ask me for anything you want,"
Weird! even when I'm meeting this man for the first time, his voice seems like I've heard it before. Thinking it was somewhere online or on the radio since these guys are famous singers, I brush it off.
"It's okay; I was just asking where I'll be staying. I need some rest." I reply.
"Yeah, of course. I'll show it to you, come." He beckons me and says to the guy who; I now know as Kookie to bring my bag from the living room. Cute name though.
He takes me to a room adjacent to Jin's for proximity, I suppose. I step into the room with him. I take a look across the room as Kookie comes in with my bag. Putting the bag: on the bed, he leaves the room, and I turn to the other guy.
"Sorry, what was your name again?" I ask.
"Um, Namjoon. You can call me RM if you'd like," He replies. Even this guy's name rings a bell, but I can't pinpoint from where. This is so frustrating: with a huff, I let it go.
"So, RM. Where is the washroom? Can I freshen up?" I ask: it's been a minute, and I really need to have a shower.
He shows me to the washroom and leaves. This guy has been acting weird around me more than my actual soulmates, the glances, the fidgeting, and all the neck rubs: he thinks I don't notice, but I do. I've always been observant of my surroundings.
I freshen up and change into some comfortable clothes, a pair of shorts that reach my mid-thigh and a black t-shirt, and go into my room to have some rest but instead find Jimin, my other soulmate: inside.
Seeing his face has my mood turned dejected again, I raise my eyebrow towards him to ask: the reason behind his presence, but he doesn't notice; instead, his eyes are glued to my face as I dry my hair with the towel. I walk further into the room, discarding the towel to the bed. I wave my hand in front of his face, breaking him out of his daze. He blinks a couple of times,
"Yes?" I ask.
"Oh, um, D-Dinner? Suga-Hyung, calling you to dinner," he asks, stuttering.
"Okay, I'm coming," I say, sending him on his way out the door.
I quickly dry my hair with the hairdryer and step out and go towards the kitchen.
I see: Jin is also out from his bed and settled on the barstool. I take a seat near him, and soon enough, the other members come in, and all the seats are filled.
"hi," comes a voice from beside me: I turn my head towards Jin,
"hi," I reply with no emotion in my voice. Which, unlike Jimin, doesn't faze him.
"My name is Kim Soekjin: you can call me Jin," he says; his English is better than the others. Except for RM, of course.
, I've been doing just that, Jin," I reply with the same monotonous tone. I thought I wouldn't have to converse with them, but when has God listened to me?
Our bowls: are placed in front of us, and I see the dish I really don't like; is made for dinner.
"I don't like porridge," I say hoping I don't sound rude, with my voice, all the chatter across the table; is seized.
"But you're sick: you have to eat healthily," Says RM.
"It's alright, I'll make something else for myself," I say, standing up from my chair, but a hand on my wrist stops me: I look towards the owner of the hand and find Jimin sitting on my other side.
"No," he says, simply looking into my eyes. I snatch my wrist out of his grip, ready to give him a piece of mind when he suddenly stands up and says,
"Allow me," he makes a gesture of bowing before settling me back on my seat.
I watch as he goes behind the counter and asks RM to ask me if I like chicken soup; I guess they don't know that I can understand Korean a little, and I'll gladly play along.
"He's asking if you can eat chicken soup," RM asks, and I nod: looking at Jimin.
I thought he was going to make me eat the porridge forcefully, but instead, here he is, being a gentleman and making soup for me, abandoning his own dinner. Seeing him like this, I wonder if they have the same expectations of me. I'd hate to break it to them, but I'm out of here in a week. I don't want them in my life right now.
I turn towards Jin, who is quietly eating his dinner, bowing his head down. No traces of the earlier shine in his eyes.
"How are you out of bed so early, Jin? You looked pretty worn out before." hearing his name: he realizes I'm talking to him and looks towards RM for translation. After understanding my question, he turns to me,
"You came. I feel good after your touch." In any other context, this line would have been taken as an innuendo: but I get what he means; After feeding the bond: he feels a little better because I do too. I'm sure my fever has gone down quite a bit.
I nod and turn towards Jimin again before I hear him asking,
"How you feel?"
Without looking back at him, I reply, "Better." keeping my answer short and my voice monotone intentionally so he would take the hint and stop bothering me, Which he does but I don't miss the saddening look on his face from my peripheral view.
I assess Jimin. His soft features, blue hair, and petite figure. He couldn't be any farther from my taste in men. Eric was tall: around 5'10, a five o'clock shadow on his strikingly handsome face and brown hair. A complete opposite of my soulmate. Neither of them has a beard, though Jin is tall. If looked at individually, you'd think he's the tallest out of them all, but he isn't. He just carries himself as if he is.
My eyes wandering on Jimin comes to rest on his face; the admiring view in his eyes makes me confused as I look towards the chicken he's throwing his gaze at; Why would he look at the chicken admiringly? But my question is answered the next second I catch the mark on his hand glowing, making the knot in my stomach tighten.
I revert my eyes from his hand and to the several faces on the table. Years of waiting to see that glowing mark on Eric's finger, and I see it on someone else's. How did the universe even think that the people totally opposite from my taste; will be the most compatible soulmates for me?
I drag my eyes along each face trying to learn their faces and listening to the names they're calling each other. But I stop when I catch one brown pair of eyes looking straight back at me, observing me. He returns his gaze to his dinner, the take-out their manager brought along when we came, I move my eyes to the rest of the group to see if anybody else caught that, and sure enough, the quiet, grey-haired man was eyeing both RM and me.
The bowl of soup is served: in front of me. The warm aroma of the soup stole my attention from the man and towards itself. Jimin served the soup with some bread: I look at him as he sits back on his chair,
"Eat; before cold," he tells me, enacting the motion, nodding towards the soup. He smiles softly at me, showing his crescent moon eyes.
I nod with a blank face, muttering a thank you. I turn towards my dinner, taking a sip of the soup as I savor the amazing taste on my tongue. I know he is waiting for my reaction, but I don't show it. I don't want to lead them on when I obviously don't share their sentiment.
The rest of the dinner was uneventful for me, and the guys were also trying to keep it down because of my and Jin's health, I suppose.
After dinner, I get up to rinse my dishes, but just as I start to do so: a voice comes from behind me,
"Don't." I look back at the man interrupting me: it's the guy from before who was eyeing me and RM, his name is Yoongi, I think.
I open my mouth to protest, but he beats me to it.
"We have a dishwasher," he informs me. I nod, leaving the dishes and moving out of the kitchen. I see all the guys except Jin in the living room: he must have gone back to rest some more. Even though there's an improvement, we aren't back to our full health yet.
I hear my name: being called just when I turn around, trying to escape without being noticed but guess not today. I sigh as I turn back around,
"yes?"
"How are you feeling?" Jimin asks,
"Tired, and I have a headache. I'll be going back to my room now." He nods,
"Okay, sleep well. Goodnight," he says, smiling assuringly, but his eyes betray him by showing the disappointment he's feeling.
I walk towards my bedroom. I turn the handle but the coughing sound coming from Jin's room makes me think twice. I know I can help him. When his manager said his state was direr than mine, I didn't think it was true but when I looked at him: this evening, I knew it was.
With a heavy sigh, I turn the doorknob, ignoring Jin, and walk into my room. With my favorite pillow and Jin's sound of coughing, I get ready for the slumber to pull me in.
But when, even after midnight, his coughing doesn't get better, I decided even if I don't want him as my soulmate, relieving him of his misery would be the right thing to do as a human.
Quietly, I get out of my room and towards Jin's. The door creaks, and I just hope no one wakes up: especially him.
I shut the door and move to sit beside him on the bed, and just like in the evening: I put my hand on his own, and I put my other hand on his forehead, caressing it. His coughing fit ceased as soon as I come into contact with him. I look at his ring finger, the glowing star that resembles the one on the necklace Eric gave to me. We always wondered how our marks would look alike. I chuckle: how ironic.
"What is so funny?" Jin's voice comes, startling me. I immediately try to back up, jerking my hands back, but he grasps it, not letting go.
I look at him wide-eyed, "no-nothing!" I stutter. He chuckles.
"Thank-you, for coming," he says. His eyes: searching my own.
"You were disturbing my sleep," I shrug, playing it cool. "And since you're all good now, I should go back to my room." He nods and loses his grip on my hand, which I take as a positive sign.
"Goodnight," he speaks out, grinning. I nod as I head back to my room.
So much for avoiding them.
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The next morning I wake up to hands caressing my hair, thick fingers playing with my strands. I open my eyes to see to whom those fingers belong; a soft angelic face greets me back. At this moment: he looked like a fallen angel. I smile and close my eyes back; the feeling of his hand playing with my hair was so comforting and calming; like the crashing of waves in the ocean, the warmth of the sun hitting my face, like a warm cup of coffee after a long day of work, lulling me back to sleep.
"How you sleep?" he asks, his voice as if dripping with honey.
"Good," I reply, nuzzling more into the pillow, enjoying this moment of calm and peace.
"Hm, Now wake up. I brought breakfast." Jimin says. His hand, moved from my hair to caress my cheek, his thumb gently dancing across my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. His other hand was holding onto my left hand under my chin, our fingers intertwined.
"Noooo..." I whine, wanting to sleep for a few more minutes: to relish this moment in my memory.
"Yesss..." he says, mimicking my whiny voice. His hand moves to my forehead; before he continues, "your fever is gone now; that's good. Jin-Hyung is also feeling good."
I open my eyes, staring into his own; I don't fully understand what he's saying but, it's about mine and Jin's health: I suppose. My eyes move across his soft features before settling on his plump lips, which are molded into a gentle smile.
"that's good," I say as his hands have come to rest on my cheek once again.
"Jimin-ah? you in there?" a voice comes from outside the door and as if a spell was lifted off me, I came back to my senses: my eyes wide.
Snatching my hand back from his grasp, I sit up and maneuvered around him to get out of bed, straightening my clothes and hair, as he replied to Namjoon,
"What?" Jimin was now standing beside the bed facing the door.
"Sejin-Hyung was calling us in for practice for the muster." I open the door as soon as his sentence is completed. He moves back a little,
"Good morning, Selene." he wishes me: I mumble back a good morning in return while moving around him to go to the washroom.
I do my business and get into the shower. The water was warm: hitting my skin and relaxing the tightness of my muscles. My thoughts go back to what just happened. Why was I enjoying his touch? His warmth? How did I forget that they are the reason I'm not with eric right now? They are the reason it was him with me in there running his hands through my hair instead of eric. I don't like them! I repeat to myself. I can't like them! I will not have my partner handed to me by fate, No! But how do I fight against this, whatever this is? A touch from him and I forgot about everything, every worry, every tension in my life. All the stress went out the window. I have been feeling the pull of the bond ever since I arrived yesterday; being near either of them isn't easy; they have power over me because of the bond, and I'll make sure not to let them exploit it. I've noticed that the touch makes the bond much more intense, and it's because of it that I forget about everything. So maybe if I keep the touch to the minimum and do only when necessary, It won't be much problem.
Deciding on that, I get out of the shower, but I forgot that I didn't bring a change of clothes. I sigh; maybe if I run fast enough: no one would catch me in the towel, and the room isn't that far away anyway.
Acting on that plan, I peek out the door to see if anyone is around the hallway by any chance. Finding the way clear, I break into a sprint, but just as I was close to my door, a sound from behind me makes me turn around: seeing as it was nothing, I turn back around only to go face-first into a hard wall.
What!? How did a wall come in the middle of the way?
But my question is answered when a pair of arms wrap around my arms to keep me from falling. I keep my hands on the front of the towel to keep it from falling. So, it wasn't a wall; it was a body. Well more like a chest, a lot of hard, muscular chest. Shaking my head of these perverted thoughts, I look up, steel-hard eyes, as hard as his chest might I add, were staring back at me. I have a feeling this guy doesn't like me much. He suddenly gets his hands off me as if I burned him, leaving me to stumble as he moves around and heads off to the living room.
I turn back around and slide into the room I've been given. The room has neutral vibes. The grey-colored walls with black or white furniture, the room was totally my style, modern and modest, not cold or depressing but not so happy either. I've always wanted, to have a dark interior house but didn't because it wouldn't feel much welcoming to people.
Anyway, moving forward, I choose comfortable clothes since I'll be in all day lounging around. A sudden thought passing through my mind makes me freeze up. What about jin then if they're all going for practice? He's better, but he's not back to his full health yet. Are they taking him along, or is he going to stay at home, and if so? will anybody else be staying behind to look after him, or will I have to do it? Ugh! Guess we'll find out soon enough.
After getting ready, I hurriedly go to the living room, not wanting to miss them by mere seconds. I see everyone still lounging around, all dressed up casually; even jin is there. As they see me coming, they all look up from their phones; jin gets up, coming near me. I look at him puzzlingly; he raises his hand, reaching for my forehead to see if I have any fever, I guess, but I step back, leaving his hand hanging mid-air, averting my eyes though I don't miss the hurt look in his eyes. still, brushing it off, he asks,
"Gwenchana? Are you okay?" I nod.
"We were waiting for you only, Selene," RM says; I look at him confused,
"why?" I ask,
"Well, our manager has called us in for practice, and jin has not fully recovered to go anywhere yet, but none of us can stay behind to look after you both, even though Jimin insisted on it. I'm afraid both of you will have to look after each other until we're back, which will be around 4 o'clock, your breakfast is all set and ready, and Jimin has made you both soup for lunch which is in the microwave, just heat it up and you're all good. We're really sorry to be leaving you all alone while you're sick, but we can't do anything." he finishes as he gets up; after him, all the other members follow suit.
I nod, guess it was the latter.
They all start to get out the door waving us goodbye, except one who didn't even look at me after our little incident in the hallway. Jimin moves last as he comes to me, he too, like jin moves his hand up to touch my cheek, and just like with Jin, I step back. Hurt flashed across his eyes, but he covers it up,
"Take care, eat well and rest. Goodbye," he says as if talking to a baby. I nod. He makes eye contact with his Hyung, talking telepathically, I guess, as they both nod and he leaves.
I sigh, guess I'm stuck here with broad shoulders alone till evening.
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I go to the kitchen to have my breakfast only to find Jin already in there. He was pouring soup into two bowls, so I go and sit on one of the kitchen stools.
"You like fruits?" He asks, making me wonder who eats fruits with soup. nonetheless, I answer,
"Sure, but not with soup,"
"No-No, I was just getting to know you." I nod. Yeah, that does make sense. I know they are curious about me; I just don't know if I should open up.
"of course," I say, as he sets my bowl out in front of me and takes a seat across from me.
I take a sip of my soup; I can tell it's not a soup I have tried before, this is absolutely the first time I'm trying this, and it's too delicious. Jin must have guessed it from my expression as he asks,
"Tasty? You like?" I nod,
"yeah, Jimin cooks well," I comment,
"You should try mine," he says with a sly smile.
Is he flirting with me right now or just jealous that I complimented Jimin?
On that note, are they both cool with sharing a soulmate? Should I ask? I shouldn't, right; it's not like we'll be typical soulmates; we can be friends at most. I don't want anything else.
Since its not my concern, I leave the question unasked and reply,
"You don't need to do that,"
"I want to," he says,
"Well, then," I say with a shrug.
"Do you cook?" he asks; What is this, an interrogation? well, it wouldn't hurt to answer that though,
"Yeah," there, short and sweet.
"what can you cook?" he presses further,
I don't want to overshare anything, but I don't want to see their hurtful expressions again. Damn this bond. I huff, "actually, I have to call my mom; can we do this later?" I say as I move to place my now empty bowl in the dishwasher and go back to my room for some privacy.
I didn't lie; I really needed to call my mother. She asked me to call her as soon as I get settled, and I need to tell her about my another soulmate too, also, I need to ask her about this damn bond and how it works. This is too much for me; all these funny feelings I get when I catch their eye or when I see them hurt gosh, couldn't the bond just be silent? It's like screaming at the top of its lungs.
I grab my phone from the charger and dial my mother. On the second ring, she answers with,
"Mi Hija, I have been waiting for your call. I was so worried,"
"If you are so worried mama, you could have just called. Also, I got caught up," I tell her,
"Well, I didn't wanna disturb you and your soulmate,"
"Soulmates," I correct her,
"What?"
"Soulmates ma, I don't have just one soulmate. It turns out another member of their band bonded with me in Busan," I inform her, wait a min, when did we bond? yesterday was the first time I saw that man! I'll make sure to ask him about that when they come back.
"What!?! how?" she asks, just as bewildered as I.
"I don't know mama! This universe is just playing tricks on me now, first Eric then Jin, and now him." I sigh, For just once, I want to be in the driver's seat of my love life.
"what's his name?" she asks, and I scoff,
"Is that really important?"
"Yes! it is, I want to know the name of my daughter's soulmate so, I don't make a fool out of myself when I meet him." I sigh,
"Jimin, and you won't be meeting them anytime soon ma," I tell her. It's better to refrain from getting the idea in her head now.
"Anyway, I got other pressing issues, and I need your opinion," I say, changing the subject, "what is the bond like? like the pull and touch, how does it work?"
"Well, the tension in the pull is stronger till you've sealed the bond. You will be sensitive to them and care about them, also there will be sexual tension as well. And when they touch you, it will be like only you two matter nothing else; your surroundings will disappear, your past future all thoughts will disappear but, that's just until you've sealed the bond. I'll tell you what happens when the bond is sealed when you've sealed your bond. Though I don't think you'll be needing my direction then, things get easier after it's sealed. Not the sexual tension though, that just gets higher." she says, laughing at the last part, probably remembering her days.
"Okay, you don't know, but it answered a lot of my questions. Thank you ma, I just need to make sure to keep them from touching me." I say,
"Oh Sel, I don't think that will be possible, the bond won't let you, you won't have the heart to see them dejected," she says, laughing again, she is getting too much fun out of my situation, I huff,
"Whatever, when's your flight?" I ask,
"Tomorrow morning, I know I said I'll stay till next week but, I got some urgent work that needs to be handled soon baby," she tells,
"Well, can I come to see you off at the airport at least?"
"It's pretty early Sel, and you can't stay away from your soulmates long, you know that right?" she says, making me huff again, goddamn it this bond.
"It's alright Sel, don't worry."
"Okay ma, don't forget to call me when you reach, take care," I say and cut the call.
With a sigh, I turn around, a scream leaving my lips as my hand goes up to my heart.
"God, what are you doing? you scared me," I scold him,
"Sorry," he says, raising his hand in surrender before continuing, "you were talking for too long, so I come to check,"
"your mother?" he asks, nodding towards my phone. I nod,
"want to watch a movie?" he asks with hopeful eyes, I know I shouldn't but, thanks to this bond, I reply,
"Sure,"
he moves and leads me towards the living room,
"what you like to watch?" he asks,
"whatever suits you best," I reply; I really don't care.
"marvel?" he asks again with those damn hopeful eyes, what is it with this guy and his eyes?
I reply with a simple nod, and he puts the movie.
I'm sitting on one side of the couch, so he got plenty of space to sit at, but much to my displease or relief I don't even know at this point, he sits beside me, not close enough for our bodies to touch fully but enough for our knees and shoulders to graze.
Acting nonchalant to his actions, I turn towards the screen to see iron man playing, Huh! so his favorite is iron man.
Not long in the movie, I feel his hand on mine as if hesitating; when I don't say anything or remove my hand, he turns my hand over to take it completely, intertwining our fingers.
At his actions, I look up at him only to find him already looking at me, and just like at the airport, we get lost in each other's eyes only this time, I can see his whole face: his perfect nose, and his bee-stung lips, as I realize my gaze was on his lips my mind screams, abort! abort! I break out of my daze and move away from him; taking my hand out of his, I say,
"I- I am still a little tired, I'm gonna go get some sleep," I say, stuttering. I turn around and head back to my room, scolding myself. I swear I could hear him chuckling.