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I enjoyed reading this so much. It hurt in some of the best ways.
Shameless Epilogue: 2020+
Author: vyduan Pairing: Min Yoongi | Reader Genre: Slow burn, friends to lovers Rating: Explicit Warning: smut, PTSD, depression, self harm, substance abuse, physical abuse, childhood abuse, emotional/psychological abuse Word Count: Total word count 42,627 Chapter Summary: Wherein Y/N and Yoongi grow up and make a life together. Chapter Notes: A bit of fluff, a bit of smut.
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Epilogue: 2020+
February 2020
When the pandemic hit, you were in Taipei finishing a nationally televised talent show similar to America’s Got Talent. As a judge and mentor, you could have flown back and forth from Seoul, but since Yoongi was in Los Angeles living his best American life, you opted to stay in Taiwan for the duration of the shoot.
You almost broke up with Yoongi three times.
First, he video chatted himself eating a Tommy burger with extra chili. The next time, it was an In-n-Out double-double animal style. But the sandwich that made you reconsider your future together was the bacon, egg and cheese sandwich from eggslut.
“This is an unwarranted attack,” you declared. “Oh my god, is the yolk oozing over the bacon and cheese?” You wailed. “I thought you loved me! I thought you said you weren’t going to have multiple sexual partners! I thought you said you missed Korean food! Our whole relationship is a lie!”
“Your reaction seems… excessive.”
“Our love may never recover,” you rued. “This definitely qualifies as a top ten anime betrayal.”
You watched him lick the yolk and suck the gooey center into his mouth and moaned.
“Seriously?” laughed Yoongi. “I can’t tell if you’re aroused or hungry.”
“I don’t see why it has to be an either or.”
Yoongi sighed contentedly. “You’re ridiculous, Y/N.”
“It’s my most endearing quality,” you agreed. “I’m meeting the director to discuss her vision for her next project, so I have to head out. If I find out you ate Jack-in-the-Box without me, you have to role play as Yoonji the next time we have sex.”
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May 2020
“This is really serious, Yoongi,” said Seokjin. “Does Y/N know?”
“No, not yet. My friend just asked me about it because they saw it trending on Naver. It’s the only reason I even know. You know me, hyung. I don’t follow trends.”
“You know it’s not true, right?” Seokjin asked quietly. “I love her, but not – we have never – “
“Of course, I know, hyung.”
“You need to tell her. She probably already knows because she is always on social media,” advised Seokjin. “I’ll inform management and the rest of the group.”
“What if Y/N leaves me again, hyung?” asked Yoongi desolately. “What if this is too much for her?”
Seokjin said, not unkindly, “Then she’ll leave. You’ll both be miserable for a while. And then you’ll move on and find love again.”
“Hyung, I don’t want to do any of that.”
“I know, Yoongi.”
“This is actually worse than what she feared,” Yoongi elaborated. “It never occurred to her that JTBC would report an outright lie - let alone imply she is blackmailing you and I with sex tapes.”
“I don’t even understand how they drew that conclusion from a blurry video of Y/N and I eating dinner together yesterday.”
“They said they got an anonymous tip from an industry insider saying Y/N and I were dating. So they broke that story first - but then received that video of you two and it evolved into her cheating on me with you. Somehow from there, they jumped to blackmail and claimed we’re on the verge of disbandment.”
“Wow. That’s a stretch.”
“It’s not the first time JTBC has distorted a normal, everyday occurrence.”
“What did JTBC report this time?” you asked, entering Seokjin’s room. “I thought I would find you two here.”
“You may want to sit down, Y/N,” said Yoongi bleakly.
You did not respond the way he thought you would respond.
“You know Big Hit will say they do not comment on the personal lives of their artists,” you observed calmly. “ARMY and Jezebels will report people and then our company will sue the shit out of them.”
“I thought - I thought you would freak out,” stammered Yoongi. He felt faintly on the verge of tears. “Why are you so calm about this?”
“Because it’s an obvious lie. Do you know how many people write weird fanfics shipping me with a cross section of you guys? Or how many videos there are dissecting our interactions on YouTube?”
“I thought you were going to leave me again,” Yoongi said, starting to cry.
You crossed over to Yoongi and hugged him long and hard. “I’m sorry I hurt you so much before, Yoongi. I love you, and I’m so, so sorry.”
You wiped his tears and kissed him on the forehead.
“I’m going to step outside for a few minutes,” said Seokjin. “But if you have sex on my bed, you have to buy me new sheets.”
Yoongi bought his hyung premium sheets and a new bed.
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“Y/N returns with her first studio album since December 2019 with ‘To Whatever End,’ (Big Hit Entertainment, 2022). Shocking in its accessibility, all 16 tracks follow traditional song arrangements. The album is a fitting end to her ‘Shameless’ series and mines all forms of human love, that which exists between lovers, friends, and families. The eponymous title track is poignant, the epic orchestration belying the quiet domesticity of the lyrics. It is the only love song Y/N has ever released.” - The Hankyoreh, June 2022
“An unrestrained declaration of joy.” - The Korea Herald, June 2022
“Let us love until we have faces, until we have no fear.” - Album dedication, “To Whatever End” (2022)
June 2022
For the first time since you immigrated to Korea, your album was a smash hit with critics and the general public alike. While some fans complained that you sold out, most of the Jezebels were just ecstatic you released something new.
Even Jungkook liked the album.
The title track, “To Whatever End,” was predicted to be 2022’s hottest wedding song. The elitist part of you was slightly appalled. The practical part (and the part that still craved approval) was just fine with the popularity. It swept through Korea and the rest of Asia - so much so that you were planning a Mandarin repackage.
You released a duet with Taehyung for a K-drama OST which broke a record for number of streams for a soundtrack in the first week. You marveled anew at the power of BTS and its members - and at the fact you were friends.
It had become an open industry secret that you and Yoongi were an item. But despite Dispatch and the other gossip sites’ numerous attempts to break the story or link you together, Big Hit maintained the party line of never commenting on their artists’ personal lives. Neither you nor Yoongi confirmed or denied your relationship - even after you were spotted sporting an understated cushion cut diamond ring on your ring finger a few weeks after Yoongi and Seokjin separately entered the Korean Military Service.
You busied the first few months of Yoongi’s service with album promotions and performances. For the first time in years, you sang, played, and danced on stage. After an extended tour of twelve stops - many countries a first for you - you were relieved to come home.
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Thank you so much for the Song of the Year Daesang. It is an honor. Thank you to my Jezebels for your years of love and support. You have worked hard and have waited so patiently. I hope to create new and different art for you in the future.
Thank you to my Big Hit family. Thank you to the staff, the production team, the style teams (everyone knows I am hopeless), and my kind, long-suffering manager, Ha-joon.
Thank you to my brother and mother. I love you.
And to PD-nim, let us love until we have faces, until we have no fear.
Thank you.
- Y/N, 2023 Song of the Year (Grand Prize) acceptance speech, 2023 Korean Music Awards
January 2023
The K-nets exploded after your acceptance speech.
Which PD-nim were you referring to? Most people considered it an unofficial confirmation of your relationship with Suga of BTS. But some sensationalists posited you were referring to Bang PD. They insinuated that the real reason Big Hit originally signed you was because you were sleeping with the erstwhile CEO.
Though the lewd and cruel speculation might have once offended and hurt you, it was now just another day in the Korean music industry. You found that you no longer cared what others thought of your talents and abilities.
You were liberally mocked in the group chat, most especially by Yoongi.
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Surrounded by friends and family, Suga (BTS, Big Hit Entertainment) and Y/N (Big Hit Entertainment) wed in a private, civil ceremony in Seoul on 2 March, 2024. - Koreaboo, March 2024
March 2024
Though you had originally wanted a small wedding, Yoongi just had too many friends in the industry. He reasoned it would be rude to not throw a party for your collective friends to celebrate. You left the majority of the planning to him since you knew very little about Korean wedding customs and had (according to him) terrible aesthetics. (He was not wrong.)
You also left the honeymoon planning to him. You hated traveling (which he also found mind-boggling) and deferred to whatever he preferred. You didn’t plan on leaving the hotel room.
Your family planned a traditional Chinese tea ceremony where Yoongi, his brother, and his group members would have to bow and provide your family with gifts before they would be allowed inside to take you. It was such a patriarchal concept, and yet, you could not bring yourself to fight your family on it.
They also planned a wedding banquet in Taipei for your family and Taiwanese industry friends to attend. You resigned yourself to a cheesy night of celebrities hosting and roasting you and Yoongi on stage and a parade of Baked Alaskas in the dark as a close. There were, after all, traditions to uphold.
Oh, and how could you forget drinking a shot at every table?
Even though Yoongi could outdrink anyone you knew, you feared for his liver. You would have to draft Seokjin and Jimin to take some of the shots on his behalf.
But the party you were looking most forward to was the American style wedding reception you were planning in the Bay Area. You couldn’t wait to show Yoongi all your old haunts and have him meet your friends (he was stressed about all that English). You bribed him with tours of all the most famous wineries in the Napa, Sonoma, and Livermore valleys.
You requested all gifts be donations to select women’s shelters and programs for foster children.
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July 2031
“Oh my god, Yoongi. Haven’t you ruined my body enough?” You squawked and batted his hands away.
“It’s not like I can get you any more pregnant,” said Yoongi as he returned to his side of the bed. “Besides, doesn’t semen kickstart labor? I thought you wanted the baby to come.”
“I do. I’m just so tired. I could barely get out of bed all day. Do you think it counts as education if the kids are watching cartoons in Chinese?”
“Sounds legit to me.”
“This is the last one, Yoongi. Four is enough,” you complained. “You’re getting snipped after this baby boy is born.”
Yoongi winced. “You’re the one who wanted four kids.”
“Why do you listen to me at all? You know I’m weak for fat babies.”
“I like how you look pregnant,” he shrugged. “I find it sexy to know that I’m the one who put the baby in you.”
“You’re a Neanderthal. Being the size of a whale isn’t conducive to sexy times, Yoongi.”
“I like whales.”
Yoongi put both his hands on your giant belly, bent over, and kissed your stomach. “Hey, little one. Appa, eomma, your hyungs, and noona can’t wait to meet you. Your mama wants you out, but stay in there just a little bit longer, okay?”
You harumphed but your heart fluttered. Though you witnessed daily Yoongi’s love for your children and yourself, it never got old. Was it any wonder all your children preferred his gentle presence over your constant exasperation?
It was so hard sometimes, these tiny humans you loved more than your own life - more than Yoongi (if you were honest). You hadn’t realized how broken you still were until the act of parenting children unearthed the jagged corners of your heart.
You were so afraid of becoming a monster.
Yoongi wrapped you in an awkward hug. “You getting stuck in your own head again, love?”
“What are we doing adding another person to our chaos?”
“Ah, we’ll figure it out. We always do.” He kissed your brow. “Besides,” he continued. “Don’t forget, love. You’re the smartest.”
You let him continue his path along your temple and hairline.
“And hard working.” You relaxed into his slow, comforting touch.
“The hardest.”
“And pretty?” you asked, still feeling too bloated and worn.
“The prettiest,” Yoongi agreed as he scooched you closer and mouthed down your neck.
You closed your eyes, wrapping your arms around his torso, still strong and broad as ever. You knew Yoongi used physical intimacy to ground you in the present. That it often ended in orgasms seemed an added bonus.
Yoongi reached your mouth and pressed his lips against yours, soft and entreating. You were both content to kiss like this for some time.
“And you love me?” you murmured against him as he nibbled on your lower lip.
“And I love you,” he affirmed, breath hot against your skin. “Let me show you?”
“Mmmmmmmmm, fine,” you sighed. “You made excellent points.”
“I always do. I’m an industry expert, you know. A respected professional.”
“An august personage,” you allowed.
He cupped a breast and you hissed. “Sorry, love. Old habits. And they’re huge and I can’t help it.”
“Well, stop. They’re sore and hurt and –”
Yoongi lifted your nightgown over your head and then shifted you to your side, fitting the curve of your back into his chest. He skimmed his fingertips over your arms in soothing, lazy arcs, his lips lingering on the skin of your neck and shoulder. He traced the familiar outlines of your tattoos. He kneaded his large hands into your back, eliciting a moan.
“Better?”
“Mmmmhmmmmm.”
He massaged your neck, your shoulders, and your lower back, digging into the knots right above your tailbone.
“Yoongi?”
“Yeah?”
“Your hands are magic.”
Yoongi chuckled. He removed your panties and hooked one of his arms around your body, his hand grazing the apex of your thighs as you reached back to palm his cock, firm and thick. He caressed your sex in purposeful strokes, his long fingers inquisitive, seeking your heat. “Always so ready for me, Y/N,” he rumbled into your back.
You tugged his pajamas partially down and Yoongi kicked them off the rest of the way. Lifting your leg to give him a little more access, you guided him to your entrance.
“So eager.”
“Just want you inside of me,” you said as he eased himself carefully into you. “Like the feel of you.”
Yoongi pushed himself deeper until his hips were flush with the curve of your ass. He blew out a breath. “I like the feel of you, too.” Languidly, he began to move. His cock dragged against your inner walls at a leisurely pace.
He made love to you in all the meanings of that word.
“I don’t know if I have the energy to come, Yoongi. Don’t wait for me.”
“Alright,” he acknowledged, picking up speed. His thrusts shallow but determined, Yoongi chased his release as quickly as possible. He knew you were tired. He continued painting figure eights around your clit, pressing harder every now and then into you. “Gonna come soon, love.”
“Mmmmmkay,” you responded, grinding back into him.
With a low huff, Yoongi came. When he had recovered his breath, he resumed his knowing touch on your sensitive nub. Though he was softening, he was still inside and gamely pumped into you, careful not to fall out.
The banked fire in your veins flared to life.
“You’re so good to me, Y/N,” Yoongi said. “Want to make you feel good. Let me make you feel good, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
You felt his fingers slipping and sliding around your folds, the wet, sucking sounds thrilling you.
After so many years, Yoongi still made you want with a desperation that bordered on unseemly. His goodness, his love, his faithfulness expanded and enfolded the myriad of roles he took on: lover, husband, friend, father, and partner. He was infinitely sexy.
These were the thoughts passing through your mind when Yoongi whispered he loved you and you came, sweet and full.
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August 2031
“I made you seaweed soup, Y/N,” Seokjin said as he came into your private hospital room. He placed the container of soup on the rollout table next to you. “How are you feeling?”
“Pretty good. I practically sneezed and he came out.”
Seokjin wrinkled his nose and just hmphed as he washed his hands. “Hand me my nephew, Yoongi-ah.” With a practiced hand, Seokjin cradled your newborn in his arms and cooed, letting the baby suck on his pinky.
“Where’s unni?” you asked.
“She’s dropping the kids off at school but she’ll be by later with boba.”
“Oh, thank god,” you groaned. You opened up the container and obediently drank the soup. “Thanks, oppa. You always take such good care of me.”
“Gotta take care of my favorite dongsaeng,” he winked.
“Hey, we’re literally all right here,” complained Jimin as he bounced your two year old son on his knee.
“Seriously, do our years as trainees mean nothing to you?” quipped Hoseok.
You laughed as your four year old escaped Taehyung’s grasp and climbed into bed with you. She snuggled into your side as you spooned her some soup.
“When’s your eomeoni coming, Y/N?” asked Namjoon. He had been listening to your oldest son practicing his hangul reading. His reading was a little delayed for a six year old, but that was because you had been stubborn and insisted he start Chinese characters first.
“She’s coming in a few weeks. Wanted to give us time to adjust to the new baby before she came by for a month.” You laughed. “Yoongi is cramming as much Chinese and English as he can. I told him to just stick to English - his pronunciation in Chinese is all over the place.”
“It’s a comedy of errors,” he lamented. “Two people with terrible English trying to communicate.”
“Hey, my mom’s English is great. It’s just yours that isn’t because you don’t practice. You understand her just fine.”
Yoongi held up his hands in defeat. “As you say, love. As you say.”
“Appa, can I have candy?” your daughter cut in. “You said I could have it after lunch and I had Mama’s soup so where’s my candy?”
“You had two sips, love.” At her pout, Yoongi caved and fished a lollipop out of his pocket. He also handed the other two kids one, too.
“Wow, you didn’t even hold out long enough for that to be called a skirmish,” teased Jungkook. “When I’m a dad, you can bet I won’t spoil my children.”
You and the older members just shook your heads. “Three more months, right, Kook?” you asked.
“Yeah,” he replied, glowing.
You let their voices surge around you, enveloping you in their familiar banter and presence. Yoongi caught your eye and smiled.
It was a good life.
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End Notes:
For outtakes and a series of first meetings Yoongi had in relation to Y/N, please check out the companion piece, First Meetings.
Thank you so much for reading my first BTS fanfic. I’ve thought about this story every spare moment for the last 2.5 years and I am grateful to finally commit it to paper. Thank you for the love and support for me, Y/N, and this fic. May you be safe and sound this 2020.
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