Schemin | Myg (m) 06

schemin’ | myg (m) 06

pairing: yoongi x fem!reader

summary: Your dream comes true when world renowned music producer and CEO of D-Town Records, Agust D, discovers you in the underground rap scene and wants to sign you to his label. It all goes well for a few months and you can’t believe you’re actually living your dream. However, things start to shift when Agust D offers to do something for you and you can’t stop thinking about it for weeks to come. Your boyfriend doesn’t like it one bit.

chapter warnings: explicit sexual content, daniel (he needs his own warning tbh), infidelity, intrusive thoughts, y/n inner dialogue, ethically questionable stuff, clit stimulation, dirty talk, degradation (consensual), sexual tension again, strong language, pussy slapping, finger sucking, drooling, mentions of overstimulation, some pining??? minors DNI

category: series

wordcount: 6.9k

a/n: :)

— m.list & concept video

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chapter 6: greedy

“That’s fucking fire.” You hear Namjoon’s voice booming in your ears. You push the headphone’s ear cup off one ear as you turn to look at him through the glass of the studio booth. He’s holding his thumb up at you and leans back into his chair.

“Let’s wrap it up,” you murmur into the microphone, a sheepish smile on your face as you tug the headphones off and place them on the microphone holder. Being complimented by a producer you respect like Namjoon is otherworldly.

You step out of the booth, greeted by Namjoon’s hand in the air. You smile and high-five him, like you always do when you finish a studio session with him, it’s kind of your thing.

With a soft sigh you gather your stuff, watching as Namjoon plugs your USB out of his computer but halts in his movements when his phone starts ringing.

He picks it up off his desk and accepts the call, pressing his phone to his ear as you continue to gather your stuff.

“Ah, hyung. Y/N and I just wrapped up for tonight, you still have time to do it now?” Namjoon’s mention of your name has you whipping your head around to face him.

A frown climbs onto your brows. “Who?” you mouth, your hands fidgeting with your purse as you watch him return the eye contact with you.

“Boss,” he mouths back before turning his attention elsewhere.

Fuck.

The drum of your heart falters for a few seconds and your fingers twitch. You haven’t seen Yoongi since the confrontation almost a week ago and you don’t want to see him now, his muffled voice coming from Namjoon’s phone is enough to have you hurrying. You quickly swing the strap of your purse over your shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m in my studio, you can come right now.” The moment Namjoon says this, you quickly reach for your laptop on his desk and head toward the door.

“Hey, we still on for Friday, then?” Namjoon quickly calls out to you when he hangs up, referring to when you both agreed on finishing this track Friday.

“Yeah,” you confirm with a breathy tone, swinging the door open. You halt in your tracks, your heart dropping straight into your ass.

You weren’t quick enough.

The Devil himself stands before you, his lids hooded and his signature stoicism clouding his expression. He stares you down as he tucks his phone into his pocket, making no effort to move out of your way. You quickly avert your gaze, brushing past him and bumping your shoulder into his without looking back. You click your heels extra hard against the tiles as you walk in a straight line down the corridor and into the elevator, your heart still beating in your throat.

•••

You dread going to work the next day but Yoongi hasn’t shown up to the company building yet and if he has, he’s definitely avoiding you. Good. He should after humiliating you like that, sneaking into your own studio to confront you about nonsense. You hate him. You hate him.

At least that’s what your imaginary angel has convinced you of. That you hate him. You do. Kind of.

Yeah. Hate that he hasn’t fucked you yet.

Ignore.

Does he regret saying those things to you? You aren’t sure.

Actually, you are so unsure that you had thought about the possibility that – maybe – you made that entire conversation up.

You’ve avoided thinking about the conversation altogether because every other outcome either pissed you the absolute fuck off or made you extremely horny.

Get a fucking grip.

You lazily drag your feet down the corridor until you’ve made it to Namjoon’s studio. You can hear the faint music coming from inside so you assume he’s in there. You push the door open and peek your head inside, exhaling a breath of relief when you see only Namjoon at his desk, back turned to you.

“Pssst,” you whisper as you make your way in, watching as he whips his head around at the intrusion.

“Oh, hey,” he says with a wide smile when he sees it’s you, dimples decorating his cheeks.

“I’m just here for my USB stick, I left it here yesterday.” Your eyes scan his desk. He turns around as well, eyes roaming the wooden surface.

He keeps shifting his eyes all over but he doesn’t see anything. “Are you sure you left it here?” he asks, getting up to rummage through some of his drawers.

You nod in confirmation as you walk closer, growing annoyed at yourself for forgetting about your own stuff.

“Ah shit,” he mumbles as he plops back down in his chair, turning around to face you. “Hyung probably took it yesterday, mistaking it for his. He’s not at the studio today.”

Are you fucking kidding me?

You fight to keep the scowl off your face. “Oh. But I have a deadline to meet.”

“We don’t have deadlines, Y/N,” he chuckles as he runs a hand through his short, platinum white hair.

“I know but I like giving myself deadlines so I won’t slack with my work.”

Bullshit.

You glance up at the ceiling, lost in thought. “How am I gonna get it back now?” you mumble, bringing your hand up to rub your forehead.

He simply shrugs and says, “Just text him.”

Text Yoongi? He can’t be serious.

Namjoon has seemingly lost interest in the conversation, returning his attention to his monitors and continuing whatever he was working on.

You internally groan as you slouch all the way back to your own studio, slamming the door shut. You cross your arms and huff like a little kid, thinking about the situation for a few minutes.

You were hoping Namjoon would offer to text him, since it also contains the track you’ve been working on with him.

Should you text him? After that strange conversation? Is that really a good idea? Maybe not, but it’s not like you have a choice.

Your lack of restraint towards Yoongi is astounding.

You do have a choice.

You know you have a choice.

You can ask Namjoon to text him and ask to bring it with him to the studio tomorrow. You can ask Namjoon to go by Yoongi’s home to fetch it. You could’ve asked your manager or assistant if you had not declined Yoongi’s offer to give you one.

But you declined a manager because you want to directly interact with Yoongi. Because you want to be in the same room as him. Because you want to be on his mind. Because you want him.

You sigh as you stare at the ceiling in your studio. After a few more silent moments of contemplating the situation, you decide to let Yoongi choose how you’re going to get it back.

As you’re standing in the middle of your studio, your thumb hovers over his contact name. You take a deep breath to gather your courage and tap it, then you tap ‘send a message’.

There are no speech bubbles in your conversation with Yoongi because you have never texted him before. You exchanged numbers the day you were signed but never had any use for it.

Until today.

[7:37PM]

to: Boss

you accidentally took my usb home instead of yours. is there any way i could quickly get it back

No ‘Good evening’, ‘Sorry to bother you’, ‘Are you free right now?’, etc. None of that. You have to let him know that you haven’t forgotten about your last conversation and even if not being polite in a text message isn’t going to make that obvious, you don’t care.

You anxiously wait, peeking at your phone every 10 seconds to see if he has replied or not. Is he going to tell you to wait ‘till tomorrow? Is he going to tell you to ask Namjoon to come pick it up since he already knows where he lives? Is he going to come bring it now, go out of his way for you?

You can’t help it, though. You secretly hope he will come to the company building, see if he will come just because you asked. If he wants to see you just as badly as you want to see him.

You want to see him to give him a piece of your mind because of the rude things he had said to you, of course.

Piece of your pussy, you mean.

You stand up and childishly groan once it’s been longer than a minute, throwing your phone onto your desk next to the mix console. You’re like a teenager anxiously waiting for a reply back from the most popular guy in school.

You impatiently tap your foot against the floor as you wait, looking away from your phone on your desk and letting your eyes roam around the studio as if you’ve never seen your own studio before to pretend like you don’t care if he replies or not. Have the walls always been that color?

Then, your phone buzzes. Twice.

You lunge at it immediately, almost tripping over the wheel of your office chair. You tap the screen and watch as it lights up, your eyes furiously scanning the screen and reading the two new message notifications.

[7:40PM]

from: Boss

****ADDRESS****

[7:40PM]

from: Boss

Gate code is 9933

Your heart free falls – plummets – into the pit of the fucking Earth.

Did he just send you his home address?

No. That can’t be it.

Your assumption is confirmed when you type the address into the GPS app on your phone and see a little picture of a big house on the bottom of the screen.

He’s telling you to come by his home.

Your mind is racing. Why is he telling you to come to his home? Why would he give you the gate code? Why are you considering it?

How dense can you be?

Surely he knows how unethical it is of him. Is it? You asked for a way to get it back quickly. You had hoped he’d go out of his way to come bring it to you. But sending your home address and gate code to an employee?

If that last conversation hadn’t happened, maybe you wouldn’t question it as much. But it’s not that you necessarily feel uncomfortable going to his home or that you feel creeped out by this, you don’t.

Even if he’s an asshole, he’s an asshole with feelings. You trust him, right?

Right. You just don’t trust yourself.

It’s like your phone is burning a hole in your hand and your insides have been set on fire. Your heartbeat still hasn’t slowed down and at this rate you might really have to book an appointment with a cardiologist. Damn that man.

Why are you so nervous? You basically asked for this. Get a grip.

•••

An hour later, you find yourself in front of The Agust D’s home. Mansion, if you will.

Daniel insisted on driving you there and you are now parked in front of Yoongi’s gates, staring at his house with both of your eyes almost popping out of their eye sockets. You can feel Daniel’s forearm tense under your hand.

You give it a squeeze, making him look at you. “I won’t be long,” you say, leaning in to give him a soft kiss, like the ones he can never resist.

You’ve outgrown them, though.

“His house is just… so big. It’s almost the size of a fucking castle, Jesus,” Daniel huffs after your lips leave his, turning his head to look over at it again.

He isn’t wrong.

It’s a 3 story building and the exterior is white. Multiple windows, lights, plants, pillars and more decorate the outer walls and a massive water fountain with a dolphin statue in front of the stairs to the entrance.

The front of the house has a path of stone leading to the entrance, which is a big wooden door with a golden lion head door knocker. There is so much more to stare at but now, you just need to get the USB and get the hell out of here.

“How will I know you won’t get lost once I let you out?” he jokes, turning to look back at you as he rubs your knee.

“You’ll know when I come back in 3 seconds because I fucking hate my boss and I do not want to be here any longer than I need to,” you say as you unbuckle your seatbelt.

You aren’t lying. If you stay longer than you need to, you might would do something you were going to regret.

You had complained about Yoongi to Daniel almost everyday for the past few weeks, with real frustration.

Yeah… Sexual frustration.

It also helped sell your ‘I-do-not-have-a-hardcore-crush-on-my-rich-boss’ act to him. He’s convinced you actually don’t like your boss now and that relieves him but he still doesn’t trust him, insisting on driving you here.

He chuckles in response and takes out his phone, scrolling through it as you exit the car and slam the car door shut. You walk around the car, walking up to the gates. You hesitatingly move your hand up and type in the code, watching as the big silver gates slowly open up.

You look back at your boyfriend before slowly starting to walk down the stone path that leads to his front door, your eyes trailing the nicely kept grass around it.

With the way his home looks, you wouldn’t be surprised if some kind of bouncer runs up on you and tackles you right here. This place just looks important.

Your heartbeat quickens with each step you take and you can’t ignore the tingle in your core as you come to a halt in front of his massive wooden door.

Don’t start imagining him fucking the shit out of you. Get the USB and leave.

Too late. Don’t act like you don’t feel that mess between your thighs.

You raise your hand and ring the doorbell once before taking a step back, not wanting Yoongi in your personal space where your boyfriend can see.

After a few moments, keys jingle on the other side of the door. Your breath is trapped in your throat as the door slowly opens.

“I’m here to pick up the USB,” you say – almost rudely – as soon as Yoongi opens the door. You’re hoping you seem determined to get the USB.

You are. Kind of.

He doesn’t even blink at not receiving a greeting and it infuriates you how nonchalant he stays. You had hoped you could get some kind of reaction out of him for that.

You take Yoongi’s appearance in. He isn’t perfectly styled like he always is. His hair is damp, seemingly fresh out of the shower.

He’s wearing sweatpants and a sweater, one hand in his pants’ pocket, the other holding the toothbrush that is in his mouth, white foam covering the corners of his mouth. It takes you everything in your power to not drop your gaze to his sweatpants.

He simply looks over your shoulder with squinted eyes to see a car parked in front of his home with a man behind the steering wheel, your boyfriend still focused on his phone.

His eyes shift back to you as he steps aside, wordlessly inviting you in.

He’s clearly testing you. Don’t give in.

You look at him with wide eyes before looking over your shoulder at Daniel, who is still busy scrolling away on his phone. You look back at Yoongi.

“It’s fine, I’ll wait out here.” You decline his invitation, shaking your head as you cross your arms in an attempt to warm your hands up.

See? Restraint. You have it after all!

You watch as he takes the toothbrush out of his mouth, licking the excess toothpaste off the corner of his lips. Fuck.

“I’m not sure where I put it so I’ll have to look for it. Don’t want you standing in the cold while you wait,” he says, his words a bit slurred from trying not to spill any of the toothpaste in his mouth.

You can easily just get back into Daniel’s car. You can wait outside. You can do a thousand other things before you have absolutely no choice but to enter his home. And Yoongi clearly knows that.

You know he won’t push it if you decline one more time. Follow your heart and just accept the invitation.

Yoongi’s intense eyes on you makes your resolve crumble faster than a hot knife slicing through butter.

You look at Daniel one more time before deciding to give in and stepping into Yoongi’s mansion.

Stupid bitch.

He closes the door behind you, caging you between him and the door for a moment before he starts walking down the hall. He grumbles a low ‘follow me’ as soon as he heads down the hall, not looking back. You closely follow behind him, your boots clicking against the tiles.

You look around, taking this palace in. You don’t expect anything less from him.

Big white walls, chic black and beige furniture. He has some awards sitting on the long black shelves that are up on the wall. Probably the rest of what couldn’t fit in the award room at the company building.

He has a few framed album cover arts hung up on the walls as well, they aren’t only his which makes you assume they are also albums of the artists under his label.

You wonder if he would do the same with yours.

He leads you to his office and waves his hand towards it, motioning for you to go inside while he goes to rinse out his mouth.

You watch him walk down the hall and disappear up the stairs. You quietly sigh and walk into his office, looking around. The walls are high and white, and a giant chandelier hangs from the ceiling.

Big windows allow the setting sun to peek through and various picture frames decorate the walls, pictures of what seems to be his family.

He didn’t strike you as a family man. It’s pretty cute.

He has a few plants hanging from the walls and sitting on a dresser against the wall that look pretty neatly taken care of, which surprises you a bit, considering how much of a workaholic he is.

In the center of the room is a big wooden desk and a big leather chair behind it. There are speakers in the back, a big screen up on the wall behind his desk, laptops, papers, tablets, more screens.

It’s like his studio at work but this one is way messier. You like seeing this side of him. Seeing him without perfectly styled hair, not wearing one of his perfectly tailored designer suits, his home office being super messy compared to his neat studio at work, etc..

It’s like you’re finally seeing Yoongi and not Agust D.

Your eyes trail over the papers on top of the desk, your fingers grazing the surface of the wooden desk in hopes it distracts you from the current situation.

What are the chances he bends you over this desk in the next couple of minutes?

You have absolutely no shame.

It doesn’t take long until he walks in, running a hand through his wet hair and snapping you out of your thoughts by his mere presence.

He heads towards the desk, walking around you. He opens the drawers and rummages through them. You nervously take a step back from the desk. Too close. You can smell him. It makes your senses tingle and your head hazy. It’s unbelievable how easily he affects your body.

The longer you stand there, the more nervous you’re becoming. You’re realizing how bad of an idea this is.

He’s really just looking for the USB, dumbass. Did you really think he invited you in so he could fuck you?

He must’ve noticed your nervous heel clicking against the tiles because he looks up at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Will you relax?” he grumbles, irritation present in his voice.

“Relax?” you repeat in disbelief. “You knew I was coming to get the USB and you didn’t even have it ready. Now I’m in your home, your mansion, with my boyfriend right outside the front door,” you whisper the last part as if Daniel can hear you.

He peers up at you through his brows from where he’s squatting behind the desk, irritation now on his face. He rises to his feet and starts taking big steps towards you before stopping an arm’s length away from you.

“You know you deserve better than a sexist pig who thinks you’ll pounce any man that looks your way, right? You–”

You cut him right off. “You know full and well why he doesn’t like me being around you,” you huff, crossing your arms over your chest in defiance. You must really be pissed if you’re willingly defending Daniel. “You are not just ‘any man’, Yoongi.”

Yoongi doesn’t say anything to that. He just stares at you with his infamous blank expression and hooded eyelids, and it makes you so very self-conscious.

You stare each other down in silence, a scowl slowly creeping its way onto your face.

A small smirk starts tugging on the corners of his lips.

“What’s so amusing?” you grumble, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. You want to kill him. He may be your boss but throwing you around like a ragdoll is going to have to stop.

Maybe stop actually enjoying it then, you dumb whore.

He completely ignores your question, turning around as he heads back to the desk. Asshole. He starts rummaging through his drawers again until he finally finds the USB.

He walks over to you and holds his open hand out to you, his other hand in his pocket and he watches your face intently as you reach for the USB in his hand.

See? He only wanted to give you the USB.

You look up at him as your fingertips touch his warm palm. It sends electricity through your body and it instantly raises goosebumps on your skin. Oh, how you want to grab his hand and lead it to your groin. Thankfully you are wearing your leather jacket and he can’t see the effect he has on you.

He quietly sighs. “Listen,” he starts, and it’s enough to get your heart racing again. “I’m sorry. I don’t want anything from you and I don’t want you to think you owe me anything. I just meant that I’m your boss and I owe a responsibility to you, especially after you abandoned everything and came to work for me. I’ll always put my artists first.”

It’s quiet for a second before he parts his mouth to speak again, “Like I said, whatever you want, you get.”

For fuck’s sake.

Why did he have to apologize? You were finally starting to hate him, letting the angel on your shoulder convince you he’s an arrogant asshole and here he comes with his gorgeous black fluffy hair, his pink plump lips, his beautiful sharp eyes, his sexy low voice, his… shut up.

Ugh, who are you even kidding?

You slowly nod to his words. The sincere look in his eyes makes your stomach burn with something you can’t put your finger on. Your chest tightens. Your hand is clammy.

Your hand.

Your gaze drops down to your hand. It’s now that you realize your fingers are still on the USB in his palm.

You finally have what you came for.

Why are you just standing there? Leave.

You stay there, hand lingering in his. The sincere look in his eyes is gone by now. The look in his eyes is different. Like he knows something. Like he can read your mind. Like he can see right through you. Bastard.

“Go. Your man is waiting for you,” he finally says, breaking the deafening silence. He says it as if he knows.

He looks at you through half-lidded eyes and the faintest of faint smirk sits on his lips. Why does he always do this to you?

Because he knows you are pondering the decision to let him fuck you right now.

You slowly nod and dump the USB into the pocket of your jacket, turning your back to him and reaching out for the door.

Finally. Now, get out.

Your hand is on top of the doorknob and you pull the door open but you don’t exit.

You just stand there.

What are you doing? Leave already, for fuck’s sake.

Before you can even shut out your thoughts, there’s a warmth against your back.

“He’s waiting,” Yoongi says quietly, his warm breath fanning your ear.

Oh.

The hairs on the back of your neck stand straight up.

You swallow and close your eyes, still not moving. His chest rumbles against your back, which you assume is a chuckle before his arm reaches past you, placing his hand on top of yours on the doorknob.

His warm skin on yours reminds you that this is the first time besides the shoot that he has ever touched you.

Your barely-there resolve is crumbling by the second.

Something in your gut just tells you that he’s waiting to see what you will do.

If you will pull your hand away from under his and walk out.

If you will tell him to back off.

If you will push him away.

But you don’t.

You don’t do any of those things.

You let his warm hand sit on top of yours and you idly watch as he slowly starts closing the door in front of your very eyes.

Tell him to stop.

He’s your boss.

Your boyfriend is waiting for you.

The noise of the door closing makes you realize how quiet it’s been. You stare at the closed door in front of you, not daring to let your eyes trail to your hand on the doorknob, covered by Yoongi’s massive hand.

Your heartbeat quickens yet again and you’re sure the doorknob is under your palm glistening with your sweat. His chest is pressed up against your back, not forcefully but definitely letting you know that he’s there.

You stand there in silence, waiting in anticipation.

But only one of you is known for their impulsivity.

You finally turn around to face him and he’s standing so so close. Your eyes shift to his, your brows furrowed in desperation. His eyes are as dark as ever, his long black wavy hair framing his face perfectly and it feels like you’re being looked down upon by an angelic demon. Or a demonic angel.

You notice his eyes dropping to your lips for a split second and it makes your lips twitch for a moment. He swipes his tongue along his lips before he starts taking a few small steps back, his hand leaving yours alone on the doorknob.

You won’t have an opportunity like this again. Take it.

Your hand quickly reaches out, grabbing a fistful of his sweater right around where you’d assume his belly button to be, stopping him in his tracks. He doesn’t look surprised, though.

The next words stumble out of your mouth like you’ve been deprived of water for a year, “Have it your way. You win, okay? Is that what you want to hear? Just touch me already. Please.”

He tilts his head to the side and stares at you with the blankest expression ever, like he doesn’t know what you’re talking about for a few seconds but it’s long enough for regret to start seeping into you.

That is until he smirks, placing his palm on top of your stomach right under your breasts and pushes you back until your back collides with the door behind you. A soft gasp escapes your lips at the impact.

You quickly reach to unbutton your pants, ignoring his chuckles at your eagerness.

“Eager, are we?” he hums as he places one of his hands flat against the door beside your head and the other slaps your hand away from the hem of your pants.

You close your eyes and lean your head back against the door, his hand teasingly playing with the hem of your underwear.

“He’s waiting for me,” you grunt, reminding him of the time you don’t have.

Your eyebrows furrow as he tucks his fingertips under the hem of your panties, letting them rest on your pelvic bone. Your hand flies right to his hand, tightly gripping his wrist.

“Look at me,” he says in a low voice, his fingers retreating from under the hem and sliding over your panties until he meets your covered clit. The contact makes you shiver, even if he’s not directly touching it. He groans once he feels how wet you are, your thin panties sticking to your sex.

You open your eyes to look at him, his eyes staring down into yours as he licks his lips. He definitely has a thing for eye contact.

“Atta girl. Don’t take those pretty eyes off of me,” he whispers, the tip of his middle finger slowly rubbing circles on your clothed clit.

You listen. You don’t want him to stop touching you if you disobey.

A soft moan escapes your lips as he starts teasing your most sensitive part, your eyes still looking into his. He nods at the sight of you, feeling his fingertip getting damp which makes him add his ring finger.

“Already wet enough to soak through your underwear? Tsk. You just got here,” he cockily muses, his eyes dropping to your agape mouth before looking back into your eyes.

You’re still staring at him through your lashes, mouth agape and brows furrowed as the pace in which he’s rubbing starts picking up.

“You know, something tells me you’ve wanted this for a long time,” he whispers as he watches you, his breath tickles your lips and it’s clear he’s curious to see what your reaction to his words are. “Do you know how I know?”

“You’re wrong,” you lie, another moan – that sounded so damn desperate – escaping your throat.

“I’m wrong?” he repeats with a chuckle. “Just look at you. You’re already leaking onto my fingers and I haven’t even done anything. This can only mean you were thinking about it on your way here, weren’t you? That’s why you’re soaked? You’re wet for me?” he purrs, teasing you, both with his words and with his fingers. He is so close to you, you swear you can hear his voice inside your head.

And he’s absolutely right.

“Fuck you, Yoongi,” you hiss at him, catching a hint of surprise and irritation in his eyes. Talking back to him whilst his fingers are on your most sensitive part doesn’t sit too well with him.

“Yeah? Still gonna act like a fucking brat even when I’m giving you what you want?” he grunts, disapproval yet amusement coating his words.

“You make me act this way,” you mewl, your doe eyes innocently staring up at him. You notice a clench in his jaw, it must piss him off how you’re still able to avoid taking the blame despite having begged for this, like the little schemer you are. His fingers start working to rub even faster.

The sudden pickup in his pace knocks loud, pornographic moans out of you, causing you to rut your hips into his hand.

“Shhh, I know, I know.” He shushes you, letting you know he’s aware of how good he’s making you feel. He presses the index finger of his free hand against his plump lips in order to shut you up.

It makes your face heat up instantly, his tone is so cocky and full of mockery. Looking into his sharp eyes whilst he arrogantly shushes you, his fingers abusing your clit and his lips centimeters away from yours is almost enough for you to come undone. You could cum all over his floor from this, right this second.

“You don’t want your boyfriend to hear you moaning in my home, do you?” he whispers as his fingers leave your clit to slide down your slit, gathering more of your slick onto his fingers through your underwear.

His words are enough to elicit another lewd moan from you. You bite your lip, trying to keep quiet whilst you grind into his hand.

“I clearly don’t care what he thinks. Just put them inside of me,” you moan, unable to take the teasing.

He chuckles and shakes his head, his fingers retreating just to come back with firm but quick pats to your pussy through your panties with all of his fingers, earning a gasp from you.

“Do you really think you deserve that after everything? Aren’t you ashamed?” he asks, the tips of his middle and ring finger returning to rub circles on your clit through the sticky fabric. “Are you okay with this?” he whispers quickly after, most likely referring to his degrading words as he seeks permission in your eyes.

You nod, your eyes dropping to his lips in the meantime. “More,” you whisper back before a lewd moan spills from your lips and your eyes shift back to his, “say more.” You trail your other hand up his chest, caressing it through his shirt.

He chuckles at your response and pats with all fingers again, hand flat against your pussy. “You’re bored of him, aren’t you? That’s why you’re dying to be properly fucked by someone else?” he asks you, fingers once again rubbing down your slit.

You shake your head. “Not just someone, you.”

This stutters his movement a bit but he quickly composes himself, a quiet ‘fuck’ leaving his lips. “Is that so?”

You try to come up with a response, to confirm your words but your mind is blank. His fingers against your most sensitive part is making your head foggy, your body shaky and your ability to put coherent words together nonexistent.

His words make you slightly buckle at the knees, but you hold yourself up by holding onto the doorknob with your hand, the other still squeezing his wrist.

You can only nod to his words, blinking away your tears as you look up at him.

“Wanting me to get you off like this whilst your boyfriend is waiting for you right outside, waiting to take you home and love you.” He shakes his head. “You’re so greedy.” His fingers finally creep under the hem of your panties, sliding down your actual slit.

You loudly moan in response and he quickly slaps his other hand directly onto your mouth, trying to silence you. “I told you to be quiet, brat.”

You look at him, tears still pricking in your eyes from the pleasure. You quickly nod in obedience as you keep grinding into his hand and pull the hand you have around his wrist towards you in an attempt to bring him even closer to you.

“Fuck, I can’t believe how wet you are. All for me.”

You’re about to be sent into overdrive.

And yes. He still smells so fucking good.

The scent of his usual woody and musky cologne mixed with the minty breath from brushing his teeth is enough to make more slick ooze out of you.

“I wish you could see yourself, you know. Moaning and grinding into my hand,” he shakes his head as if he’s disappointed. The bulge poking your thigh is a clear indicator that he’s enjoying this just as much as you are, though. “I wonder if you’d keep lying. Even when the truth is so very clear.”

You cry into his hand, digging your nails into the skin of his wrist as his fingers continue to torture your already sensitive clit.

He hisses at the grip your hand has on his wrist. “You know, I always thought you were daring but I never would’ve thought you were this filthy.”

“It’s,” you moan into his palm, “because of you.”

He licks his lips at your response, rubbing down your slit again before gathering some more of your slick and spreading it all over your sex, a quiet grunt leaving his throat. He never actually shoves his fingers inside but you’re still in a world of pleasure simply from his touch.

You try so hard to keep your eyes open but your vision starts to become blurry with tears and your muffled moans become louder and more frequent, letting him know you are at the edge.

“You gonna cum?” he asks you with a genuine look in his eyes and a different tone in his voice but you don’t think too much of it as you’re nearing your climax. You just furiously nod to his question, salty tears rolling down your hot cheeks.

“Yeah? Go on, then. Cum on my fingers. Let me know I did a good job,” he whispers, his fingers now rubbing consistent and torturous circles on your clit.

Your hand squeezes his wrist as you clench around nothing. You lunge forward, forehead pressed into his chest. You cry into his hand as white spots cover your eyelids, every single one of your nerve endings is set alight and your hips involuntarily rut into his hand repeatedly. Your body feels like it’s on fucking fire.

You fail to keep your eyes open this time.

He keeps rubbing to let you ride out your orgasm, it isn’t until your hips recoil against the door from the overstimulation that he stops. You are a breathless mess, your knees are shaking and silent cries are still leaving your mouth.

If you are going to stand there for much longer, surely you’re going to collapse.

After you finally calm down, you stumble back against the door, the back of your head leaning on it. He takes his hand off your mouth and his other hand out of your panties. He holds his sticky hand in front of his face, staring at the slick on his fingers like he’s fucking mocking you.

You weakly open your eyes to look at him as he stares at his fingers in front of your face. The back of his hand is facing you and you see his middle finger and ring finger coated in your arousal, a few strings of your slick stretching between his middle and ring finger, making you clench around nothing at the sight.

He then moves his eyes to look into yours, his face leaning into his hand as he slides his tongue in between his sticky fingers before placing them onto his tongue and closing his lips around them, sucking all of it off. All whilst his black eyes stare you down.

Your breath hitches in the back of your throat and your mind soon starts returning to clarity as you realize the weight and severity of what you had just done.

But the sight in front of you is enough to make it seem like it was worth it. His eyes are still staring into yours and you can’t tear yours away from him either.

You both stay like that for a few moments.

Suddenly, he pulls his fingers out of his mouth with a pop and breaks eye contact with you. “You should go,” he says, quietly.

He’s the first to break the silence as his hands move to gently tug your pants back into place. His hands reach for the front of your pants, buttoning and zipping them up. He then hunches over to wipe down the creases on your thighs.

After that, he straightens his back up again and his eyes scan your face. He uses his sleeve to wipe away the saliva that had trickled down your chin from moaning into his hand before he delicately cups the side of your face and carefully slides the pad of his thumb along your wet bottom lashes to wipe away your mascara stained tears. His dark eyes glance into your teary ones for a few seconds before his other thumb does the same to your other eye.

You keep staring into his eyes, hoping to catch a glint of something in them, hoping he’ll return the eye contact, tell you to stay, tell you anything. You never once move a muscle aside from breathing heavily. He finally returns the eye contact after cleaning you up and stares back, his hand still delicately cupping the side of your face. His eyes pingpong from left to right between yours, gaze dropping to your lips that are almost calling out his name and the look in his eyes convinces you that he’s going to kiss you.

But that dream dies when he quietly exhales and tears his eyes away, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. He drops his hand from your face and clears his throat.

He silently reaches past you and opens the door behind you, pushing it wide enough for you to walk through. He turns around and walks back over to his desk, seemingly cleaning the mess he made earlier by looking for the USB. “You can walk yourself out.”

Him so carefully cleaning you up like that is more intimate than anything you two have done. You don’t know what to make of it.

You don’t know what to do or say. You want to keep going so badly. You want to reciprocate. You want to talk. You want to stay. Something.

Reality catches up with you soon enough, though. You just nod even though his back is turned to you and you turn around, quickly making your way out of his home.

You are so fucking screwed.

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busted (3tan) (m) | myg

title: busted  pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f) , jungkook x reader(f) series: masterlist | three tangerines | fireworks | house party | basketball | stay | sidewalk talk | friends | dalo | like that | anytime | sundress season | yoongi’s interlude | forfeit | flutter | video call rating/genre: m (18+) ; angst , fluff , smut ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary: when things go a bit south at your house party, decisions between you and yoongi have to be made. note: well. here we are, y’all. it’s been quite a long time, but we are back to regularly scheduled programming :’)) thank you to everyone that has supported and encouraged me throughout this whole process – and series, for that matter. i couldn’t have done this without y’all and the next part is already in the works. also i cried a lot writing this lol have fun! note 2: happy birthday, hedgehog! and to colourless and nicki and whoever else had birthdays recently, consider this my gift to y’all! warnings: language, the amount of content itself fck i’m so sorry, parties, alcohol consumption, tense situations, shoving, abandonment mentions (parental), obligatory yoongi on the phone, ch*king, head/hair pulling, reader has a pain kink and it shows oops, angst, overthinking :((, penetrative s*x, chains but come on now, protective s*x, cowgirl, or*l (m/f rec), edg*ng a ha ha, thro*tf*cking, kissing :’))), kissing D:, did i say angst?, bro😵‍💫, but also bro😭, jungkook gets a warning too, yoongi’s jeans are as ripped as he is heyo, hitting from the b b back, yoongi king of consent sheesh, multiple org*sms, spitting lmfao, sl*t/wh*re mentions, yoongi jfc lol, the aftercare y’all i–😭, the ending🧍  drop date: june 9th, 2023, 7:17pm est  word count: 18.8k gdi

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schemin’ | myg (m) 09

pairing: yoongi x fem!reader

summary: Your dream comes true when world renowned music producer and CEO of D-Town Records, Agust D, discovers you in the underground rap scene and wants to sign you to his label. It all goes well for a few months and you can’t believe you’re actually living your dream. However, things start to shift when Agust D offers to do something for you and you can’t stop thinking about it for weeks to come. Your boyfriend doesn’t like it one bit.

genre: angst ; smut ; slow-burn

chapter warnings: explicit sexual content, flirty namjoon 😚, some deep talks, revealing secrets, questions answered (finally), infidelity (like hardcore cheating LMAOOOO), immorality, mentions of misogyny, mentions of sexual coercion (the daniel thing), boss/employee, unethical, kissing, unprotected sex (stay safe), oral sex (both f. & m. rec), facefucking, fingerfucking, face slapping (not hard), bit of saliva play, claiming, forceful restraint (no not like that), bit of edging, teasing, dirty talk, praise & degradation, strong language and a lotttt of swearing, cocky!yoongi, bratty!reader, sub!reader, dom!yoongi, crying, begging, kinda sadist!yoongi, creampie, minors DNI

category: series

wordcount: 8.7k

a/n: one more until we’ve made it to the end of schemin’, what a journey it’s been! i hope yall will stick around for more fics and stay to watch me grow as a writer. i appreciate the support uve given me so so much. hope u enjoy this chappie!!

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chapter 9: cat got your tongue?

You slowly sneak out of the room about a minute after Yoongi does, warily looking around the corridor. You quietly close the door behind you and head down the hall again, still letting your eyes roam around the corridor until you bump into a brick wall.

The brick wall being Kim Namjoon.

Heat instantly rises to your cheeks and ears, eyes wide with shame and embarrassment. “Oh, sorry,” you mumble as you take a step back from him, hoping he won’t smell the scent of sex on you, despite the fact he’s already being aware you just got fucked by the CEO. He literally saw you.

He has an apologetic smile on his face as he gives you a curt nod before walking around you, continuing his strut down the hall.

“Namjoon, wait,” you call out, turning your body to face him again. Your heart is beating a mile a minute and you’re convinced the amount of sweat your palms are producing could actually start dripping onto the tiles beneath your feet.

He spins on his heels to face you, his own ears red as he moves his hand up to scratch the back of his head with an air of awkwardness. He doesn’t say anything and that makes it twice as hard to say what you want to say.

“I think– uh… I think I owe you an explanation,” you say, uncertainty tinged in your tone and your eyes momentarily looking away from him before you glance back at him.

He shakes his head and shoves his hands into his pockets, straightening his back and shoulders. “Nah, you don’t owe me anything. Don’t worry about it.”

“But you–”

“You don’t owe me an explanation on why you were…” He starts closing the distance between the two of you, looking around to make sure no one hears him as he continues, “…Fucking our boss but you might owe me an apology, though. The image is burned into the back of my eyelids,” he jokes, an attempt at dissolving the awkward air that has settled between the two of you.

You wince at his words, looking around the corridor as well to make sure no one is eavesdropping or walking by. Your gaze drops down his body before back up to his face, an apologetic look etched on your features.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. You won’t tell, right?” You trail off, voice getting quieter toward the end of the sentence. Your fingers nervously fidget with your phone, your stomach almost exploding with anxiety.

“Tell?” he repeats. “What am I, 15?” He shakes his head and takes another few steps closer to you, standing so close that the tips of your shoes almost touch. “Your secret is safe with me. But you ought to be careful.”

Your eyes follow his every move, now shifting up to glance up at him through your wet lashes. You quietly sigh in response, nodding your head to indicate that you agree with him. Of course you know that. “And you ought to knock on doors,” you joke back.

“Oh, you’re definitely not one to talk about knocking on doors,” he chuckles, flashing you the prettiest dimples known to mankind as a smile stretches on his thick lips. “That studio never gets used, literally ever.” He shrugs and then leans forward, quietly saying the next few words into your ear, “Sorry for not considering the possibility of some people going at it during work hours because they couldn’t wait to get home.”

Has he always been this sexy? Damn.

The heat that had finally cooled off, instantly rushes to your cheeks again and your head snaps to look around the hall to make sure no one sees you two. You slap his chest and push him back, a playful scowl on your face. “Shouldn’t you be getting back to the party to help out?” you grumble, pushing past him to make your way back to the rehearsal hall.

“So you and him can sneak out?” He quickly catches up with you. He reaches into his pocket and dumps confetti on your hair – the hair that Yoongi tried so hard to fix. You groan and punch him in the arm, fingers plucking at the confetti in your hair that you can’t see.

“We won’t,” you mumble as you finally approach the rehearsal hall, the loud music starting to drown out your voices.

“What a shame,” Namjoon chuckles as he scratches the back of his head, eyes not looking at you as he focuses on the booming practice room in front of him.

“What?” you ask, pinching your brows together as you slow down in pace to look at him. “That we’re not leaving?”

He glances at you, then his head turns to check the corridor again before he simply shrugs his shoulders. “That the boss called dibs on you.”

With that, he walks into the room before you do, heading straight for the bar.

Your lungs collapse within your ribcage as you watch his retreating figure, your jaw all the way on the fucking floor. You stand there for a moment to gather your thoughts, did he just… imply what you think he implied?

If Yoongi hadn’t pulled you into that room, you definitely should’ve let Namjoon hit.

You shake your head free of the intrusive thoughts, convincing yourself what Namjoon said was simply a joke to get you flustered. Yeah, that’s it.

You shove your phone into your pokcet to stop your fidgeting but it doesn’t do much when you start absentmindedly fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, the shirt that absolutely reeks of sweat and Yoongi. You don’t mind, though.

You finally spot Yoongi across the room but he’s busy chatting up random producers and fellow artists. The wetness pooling between your thighs is uncomfortable, a constant reminder of the fact you’d just been fucked by everyone’s boss.

You avoid Yoongi for the time being as you head to the snacks buffet on the side, eyes trailing the sweet and savory delicacies and your mouth waters at the sight.

It’s the thought of Yoongi’s dick in your mouth that makes it water, not Belgian chocolate and Haribo gummies.

A deep breath fills your lungs before you exhale and reach out, hand hovering over the snacks as you stay indecisive about what to pick.

“I’ll meet you in the parking lot. Go,” someone whispers in your ear with a hand on your elbow, but they’re gone as quickly as they came. You turn to look over your shoulder and you watch Yoongi disappear into the crowd again.

You ignore the butterflies that are tearing your stomach open at the sensation of his breath hitting your ear and neck. You huff and quickly grab a hand full of random packaged snacks, stuffing them into the pocket of your jacket before you turn and exit the practice room.

•••

Your foot impatiently taps against the ground beneath it, warily looking around as you wait for Yoongi’s arrival. You’ve been standing outside for 5 minutes when you hear the noise of a car unlocking in the distance. You quickly turn to look over your shoulder and watch as Yoongi comes up behind you, winks at you and makes his way to his car.

You just watch him strut to his car before getting into it, patting the roof of his car to motion for you to get in.

You quickly make your way to his car, footsteps loud as you approach his passenger’s seat, swinging the door open. “You couldn’t just drive to me?” you grumble as you climb into the seat, wincing at the stickiness between your thighs when you buckle your seatbelt.

He chuckles as he apologetically rubs your knee, tossing his phone into the cupholder near the gear shift as he starts the car. You’ve seen his car in the parking lot before, of course, how could you not? Anyone would notice a matte black Bentley anywhere. But still, sitting inside of it is surreal.

“Could you drive me home first? I just wanna get some stuff,” you carefully say, heart pounding in your throat as having to ask him something like that. But you don’t want to come tonight with your clothes smelling like sex. You just want to get some clothes.

For some reason asking him to absolutely destroy your pussy is easier than asking him to drive you home, though.

“Of course,” he replies as he turns the key in the ignition. The soft humming of the engine coming to life makes you realize this is real life, this is happening.

“You know, I’ve been wondering about something,” he starts, glancing at you as he reverses out of the parking spot. You turn to look at him and it’s like he’s asking for permission to ask you a question.

He’s pretty cute.

So, he feels comfortable putting you on the spot and accusing you of not giving a fuck about your boyfriend but now he wants to ask for permission to speak?

You nod, encouraging him to speak.

“With how big of a brat you are, I doubt you started avoiding me simply because your boyfriend didn’t like me. Is there more to the story?” he asks with his gaze still on the road, the seat belt straining against his chest allows you to see the outline of his soft pecs and you have to fight every bone in your body not to straddle him right now.

But then you process his words. And it reminds you of that night. “Oh, no, not really,” you mumble as you glance out the window, fingers picking at the loose flesh around your nails.

“You’re lying to me,” he states but his voice is soft, almost as if he’s gently reminding you of something instead of telling you off. You slowly turn your head to glance at him again. He’s got his elbow leaning on the edge of the window, rubbing his lips whilst his other hand is wrapped around the steering wheel.

“He just,” you say after a deep sigh, “told me off.” Your throat tightens as you remember the events of that night, the venomous words climbing back into your head and contaminating all your other thoughts.

Yoongi’s brows twitch as your words. “What did he say?”

You contemplate telling him. Would telling him really make a difference?

Yes, it would. Tell him.

You’re pathetic. Just looking for pity.

He asked.

You avert your gaze, staring at the road ahead of you. “He said male producers and CEOs like you take advantage of women because women like me make it so easy to.”

It’s quiet for a few seconds which is what makes you glance at him. You watch in real time as anger takes over his features, a frown on his brows and a clench in his jaw. Your eyes jump to the steering wheel as his knuckles noticeably turn white, his fist tightening around the rim.

It’s silent for a few moments.

“Do you feel like that?” he asks, quietly.

“Feel like what?”

“Like I took advantage of you.” His voice is low as he questions the situation once again, a question that’s clearly been bothering him. Your eyes trail to his face once again but he’s not looking at you, eyes still focused on the road.

“No.”

Yoongi doesn’t say anything else to that but you’re the one that has a problem with the silence that settles around you.

“Since we’re asking questions,” you start, “did you divorce her because she wanted to open your marriage too?” you ask carefully, not sure if he even wants to talk about it. With you, anyway.

The car slows down at a red light and he glances over at you but you’re not looking at him, busy staring at your fidgeting fingers in your lap.

He stares for what seems like hours before turning his attention back to the road.

“Yes.”

The rest of the ride to your home is quiet.

•••

“I won’t be long,” you say once he comes to a halt in front of your home, the clicking of your seat belt unbuckling makes him look at you.

“Actually, mind if I come with?” he asks but he’s already unbuckling his seatbelt. Words are lost in your throat, you can’t seem to decline or accept.

You get out of the car, nerves suddenly bubbling in your stomach as you slam the car door shut and watch as he copies you.

“What? Never had a visitor?” he teases.

“I’ve had visitors before. I’ve never had a world renowned CEO, producer, musician, millionaire visit before,” you snark, reaching for your keys as you approach your front door.

He just smirks as he follows close behind you, hands tucked into his pockets as you unlock the entrance to your place.

You make it into your home and desperately hope it’s somewhat clean and presentable as you kick your shoes off. He quickly copies you, neatly placing his shoes by the accent table as he closes the door behind you two.

“Want something to drink?” you ask nervously, not even sure whatever’s in your fridge and hoping to God you can even offer him something drinkable.

Thankfully, he shakes his head, his eyes politely scanning the walls and furniture. “Show me your bedroom,” he says after gently placing his hand on the small of your back.

You gladly accept his request and lead him to your bedroom, thanking the Lord when you remember you actually made your bed before heading to work this morning.

You take off your cardigan as you walk in, heading towards the bathroom that’s located inside of your bedroom. “I’ll be right back,” you murmur as you take some clothes from your dresser on your way there but you’re stopped when Yoongi abruptly grabs you by the waist from the back, placing his chin on your shoulder.

“Yoongi?” you mumble, trying to hide the excitement in your voice.

“You should leave him.”

The words take you by surprise but not because of what he said. Because you already know that. Figuring out why he says it now stumps you. This is just after finding out one of the things Daniel has said to you, what would he do if he found out about everything?

Your silence speaks volumes.

You quietly continue looking for more of your stuff, trying to keep your breath steady. His hands are on the edge of your dresser, on either side of your waist, caging you in. You’re not sure whether your breathlessness is because of his proximity or his words.

“Do you love him?” His voice is soft and sincere, his breath tickling your neck. The distant scent of his familiar minty toothpaste and a hint of chocolate enters your nostrils.

You take a moment to gather your thoughts before you turn your head, looking over your shoulder to face him and quickly realizing how close he’s actually standing. You tilt your chin up to be able to look at him better, his face mere centimeters away from yours as he stares you down.

But the air isn’t the same. This isn’t sexual tension. Yoongi’s expression is serious and there’s a glimmer of something in his eyes that you can’t quite put your finger on.

A heavy silence envelops around the two of you for a few moments before you decide to speak up.

“I don’t know, okay?” you start, “I guess I don’t want anything bad to happen to him.” You think that’s the best way to describe your feelings towards Daniel.

“I do,” he mumbles under his breath, making you playfully hit his bicep.

“He saved me.” No matter how you feel about him, you feel like you have to defend Daniel. He did take care of you all those years.

“Meaning?”

You fully turn your body to face him, the edge of the dresser digging into the small of your back. “He basically kept me from going homeless, Yoongi. I can’t just leave him now that my career is taking a turn, how would that make me look? I owe him,” you explain quietly, your hands making their way to the dresser behind you, resting them next to Yoongi’s hands, on each side of your body.

“You don’t owe him shit,” he snaps, his tone oozing straight anger and his eyes burning with frustration. His words are rough but his face is soft, the puffs of air leaving his mouth gently graze your lips in the meantime.

“He’ll probably suspect me of dropping him for you. What if he tries to take you down? He knows where you live now.” You’d been giving it some thought lately and that seems to be the most likely route for Daniel to take.

But Yoongi just shrugs his shoulders, another indicator that he just doesn’t give a fuck. “I can handle a fucking loser trying to ruin my career with no evidence whatsoever.”

“Don’t call him that,” you mumble.

Why are Stockholm Syndrome symptoms suddenly forcing its way out of your mouth?

You’ve literally called him a fucking loser yourself. Get off your moral high horse.

“Y/N,” he starts and you can see him carefully choosing his words, “I don’t even know half the fucked up things he’s said to you but they aren’t things you say to someone you love.”

A lump forms in your throat, the rhythm of your heartbeat faltering for a moment as you listen to him.

“Fuck this whole ‘he’ll think I dumped him because my career is taking a turn’ bullshit, you’ve had a steady income for the past 8 months. You could’ve left him whenever you wanted.” His tone is coated with genuineness, voice so soft that you’re convinced your ears are being kissed by butterflies.

You process what he’s saying and he’s right, you know he is.

He concludes, “You don’t owe him and you definitely do not owe him your body or your love.”

You swallow down the cry that’s threatening to rip through your throat as you listen to him, biting down on your bottom lip to stop the quiver.

His eyes boring into yours almost becomes painful and it makes you look away, turning your head to the side as you stare at your wall to your left.

Your voice cracks with vulnerability when you finally tell him the truth. You clear your throat and say, “I fell out of love with him a while ago and after his behavior lately, I just want to make a run for it.”

Worry etches onto his face and he tilts his head to the side slightly. “Why? Is he violent?” he asks, carefully.

You shake your head at his words. “No, nothing like that.” You continue to stare at the wall. “But when I rejected his attempts at having sex with me and his reaction to that was throwing a tantrum and tell me my boss would never fuck me, I figured it’s only a matter of time before the Daniel I knew and loved is gone.”

The moment the words leave your lips, the room falls dead silent. In your peripheral vision you can see him staring at you but you can’t make out what he’s thinking. Not like you’ve ever been able to.

When the silence drags on for longer than you would find normal, you glance at him for a moment and look away again.

He’s fucking fuming.

His eyes are big with anger and his brows are scrunched together as if he’s trying to figure out whether he just heard you correctly.

The time to say something is right now.

You take a deep breath to collect your thoughts and finally turn to look at him. “I want to leave him, but I don’t know how.”

He stares you down for a moment longer before parting his lips to say, “That’s okay. You’ll figure it out one way or another.” He reaches up to cup your face and tilt your face up to look at him, the entire galaxy sparkling in his onyx eyes. “If you need anything, just let me know.”

A soft smile stretches onto your lips as you listen to him, your heart exploding into a million pieces and each little piece floats around his figure, reminding you that he’s quickly occupying your heart.

Snap out of it before you get emotional and sappy.

“Because whatever I want, I get, right?” you tease, watching as he physically relaxes at the fact that you’re able to joke around.

He chuckles quietly, shaking his head with a soft smile on his pink lips. “Exactly.”

“I’ll give you whatever you want too,” you say as you poke his chest, watching as it doesn’t phase him in the slightest. “So what do you want?”

He blinks at you, his signature blank expression making a full comeback when the next few words leave his mouth.

“I want to fuck you in that bastard’s bed.”

Oh.

He says it so nonchalantly, like asking you what you’d like to drink and it knocks the air out of your lungs. You part your lips to make a comeback, to flirt back, to tease him, to accept him, to reject him, to say literally anything. But you can’t.

You just stare up at him with big eyes, lips twitching every now and then but not a single word on your tongue for him.

He slowly tilts his head to the side after several moments of pure silence, leaning in closer so you have no choice but to stare back into his feline eyes as they flicker with mischief. “Cat got your tongue?”

You finally speak up and say, “That why you invited yourself in?” you quip, pushing yourself off the dresser and fully closing the distance between you two, chest pressed straight into his solar plexus.

“One of the reasons,” he replies as he wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you towards the bed. You glance at the clock hanging up on your wall above your door, 3:45PM. Daniel isn’t going to be back until at least 9-10PM.

He spins around whilsts still holding onto your waist, pushing you back until your calves hit the edge of your bed. He licks his lips as he glances down at you through half-lidded eyes, a smirk on his lips that could make anyone want to pounce him.

This is so wrong.

Your fingers subtly reach for the hem of your shirt, slowly lifting it up and pulling it off your body. You throw it somewhere on the floor, eyes still on him. His eyes instantly drop down to eye your body, the pastel blue bra wrapped around your bust perfectly complimenting your skin complexion.

Your fingers tug your pants down, letting it pool around your ankles on the floor. You take him by surprise when you reach for the front of your bra, undoing the clasp that’s nestled in between your breasts instead of at the back.

Your breasts bounce free and it’s like Yoongi has completely forgotten about the fact that you have eyes. You sling your bra off your shoulders and toss it somewhere behind you. His gaze is glued to your breasts as he slowly reaches up to cup one but he stops his hand mid-air. He glances up at you, eyes glimmering with the hope of permission.

“I just let you bend me over a desk and fuck me at work, why wouldn’t I want you to touch my tits?” you say with a quiet giggle, wrapping your fingers around his wrist and bringing his hand closer to your breast.

“Some people have sensitive breasts,” he says, grumpily as he starts kneading your left breast, thumb circling your nipple.

As you stare at him, you lean your chin forwards and stimulate your saliva glands. You gather saliva in your mouth, holding out your tongue right above the nipple under his thumb. You let your saliva drip off your tongue and leak onto your nipple, watching as it rolls down the skin of your breast to his thumb.

His eyes shoot up at yours, his tongue swiping along his lips as he starts rolling your saliva around your erect nipple.

You hiss at the stimulation, your eyes glancing down at your breast in his hand. He slowly pushes you down onto the bed, his hand never leaving your bosom as if his hand is glued to it.

Once your back hits the mattress and your neck is on top of your soft pillows, he climbs on top of you and nestles his hips in between your thighs. You watch as he latches his lips onto your other breast, tongue swirling around. You arch your back off the bed, your belly fully pressed into him as a soft moan erupts from your throat.

Your attention is disrupted when you feel a pressure against your sex, a soft gasp leaving your lips when you look down at him. His lips never leave your breast and his eyes stay closed as he sucks gently, his other hand has travelled down your body and his fingers have slowly started rubbing delicate circles on your pussy through the fabric of your panties.

“Yoongi,” you sigh, your hips slowly starting to grind into his hand for more friction, more attention, just more.

He pushes you back down into your mattress with his palm, lifting his head as he releases your breast from his mouth before he peeks at you through his eyebrows. “Use your words, Y/N.”

You glance down at him, his intense gaze throws you all the way back to that first time you met him. His eyes are just as intense, just as black, just as gorgeous.

Your teeth sinks into your bottom lip, your eyes involuntarily scanning his entire face. There are so many things you want to do that you don’t even know where to begin.

He crawls up your body until his face is directly hovering above yours. You let out a content sigh as you slide your hands up up his chest, rubbing all around over the fabric of his dress shirt.

“Kiss me first,” you say, hands gently massaging his shoulders and feeling him tense under your palms. He’s not hiding his feelings as well as he thinks he is.

“Kiss me first, what?” he purrs, moving his hand up and rubbing your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb.

You grunt in annoyance, “Kiss me first, please.”

A smirk creeps on his lips but he doesn’t waste any time as he leans down and captures your lips with his. Your eyes flutter shut automatically and you melt into your mattress, goosebumps popping up all over your skin as you allow yourself to feel whatever it is you’re feeling in the moment. Revenge? Lust? Love?

Whatever it is, it has you floating on clouds. The weight of his body on yours makes you realize this isn’t a dream, it’s real life. You’re trapped under him, with nowhere to go and there’s absolutely nowhere else you’d rather be than right here.

When he pulls away, he looks into your eyes and his hand gently wraps around your breast again whilst grinding his sex into yours, causing you to gasp softly.

“So, are you gonna tell me what you want?” He rolls your erect nipple between his index finger and thumb, watching as you quietly squirm under him, leaning down and filling your neck with smirk-filled kisses.

“I want you to,” you pause, “I want you to do to me what you wanted to do to me that day on set.”

Record scratch.

Everything stops.

He’s not rolling your nipple around anymore, he’s not kissing your neck anymore, he’s not gently grinding into you anymore. He just stops.

For a moment, you’re worried, panic rumbling in your chest and whatever sound is threatening to spill from your throat, is harshly being swallowed down by all the power you can muster.

He raises his face from the crook of your neck and he finally looks at you. There’s a heaviness to his breathing, his pupils are dilated and there’s a thin layer of sweat coating his forehead. His pretty lips are swollen from all that kissing and the sight in front of you knocks the air straight out of your body.

“Is everything oka– what the hell?” you start but confusion quickly takes over you as you’re dragged all the way down to the edge of your bed. You gasp at the abrupt movement and look down as Yoongi has suddenly appeared between your thighs, knees on the floor.

He brings his hands up and slides them up and down your thighs before pushing them back. He inhales a deep breath before pushing your panties to the side, quietly cursing at the sight of your sticky sex. He licks a stripe up your slit, gathering your slick onto his tongue and moaning at the taste.

“Fuck, just like I said,” he grunts before licking another stripe up your pussy, “too fucking good for a brat.” He slides his tongue in between your folds before wrapping his lips around your clit and gently sucking on it.

You gasp, hands instantly flying to grip at his long black locks. “Wait!” you yelp but it’s no use, he’s already devouring you like you’re his last meal and you swear you see every glowing celestial body in the Milky Way on the back of your eyelids every time you blink.

You grind your hips up into his mouth, hearing him chuckle against your skin as he lets you do whatever you please, he realizes trying to hold you down is useless.

His mouth knows no mercy, licking and sucking as you continue to cry out in pleasure under him. His name rolls off your tongue so well and if you weren’t so aroused, you’d be embarrassed at how needy and desperate you sound.

There’s a sudden intrusion and you quickly realize his long fingers have been pushed into you, massaging your slick walls. A sharp gasp rips through your throat as his tongue assault your clit and his fingers fuck into you.

His mouth never lets up, sucking you for all you’re worth and sending lava down all your veins. Your head falls back, sinking into the pillows as you continue to tug on his beautiful hair. You want him even closer, even deeper, just more.

His lips retreat from your clit, his gaze shifting up to look at you squirming and writhing because of him. He continues to fuck you with his fingers whilst he takes his mouth off you, crawling up your body with his fingers still thrusting into you. He lies beside you, close to you – like during the shoot – and licks your arousal off his lips before pressing them in a sloppy kiss to yours.

You welcome the wet kiss, moving your hand up to cup the back of his head. He licks into your mouth and you moan at the taste, a hint of chocolate and your arousal lingering on his tongue.

His hand slams into your sex, the wet noises and your moaning against his lips are the only sounds you hear and the only sounds he cares about.

“Fuck, you sound so pretty,” he grunts as he pulls away from your lips, leaving a trail of wet kisses down your neck.

“I bet you say that to–”

You can’t even finish your sentence when Yoongi pulls his fingers out of your aching pussy and forces them into your mouth, shutting you up for now. You yelp as the tips of his fingers hit the back of your throat, dragging them down your tongue to spread your slick onto your wet muscle.

“I’m sick of your attitude,” he snaps, your big eyes staring up into his frustrated ones. He holds onto the eye contact for as long as he can as you suck on his fingers, moaning softly at the taste of your own pussy.

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth with a loud pop and immediately pushes himself off your bed. He stands fully clothed in front of you whilst you’re still sprawled out in front of him on your bed, buttnaked.

“Get on your fucking knees, Y/N.” He starts unbuckling his belt with a quickness that has your breath hitched in your throat but you comply, scooting off the bed and settling on your knees in front of him without another word.

“You gonna fuck my face?” You peek up at him through your lashes, your hands neatly placed in your lap as he unzips and unbuttons his pants, leaving them loosely around his hips.

He ignores your question, not paying you any mind. You impulsively grab onto the hem of his slacks to slide them down his legs but he quickly slaps your hand away.

“You don’t deserve to see me naked,” he adds as he pulls out his hardened dick, still sticky with your own arousal from when he fucked you an hour ago. He starts unbuttoning his black dress shirt but leaves it on, just to make sure it’s not in the way for when he absolutely demolishes your throat.

You observe his dick with an extraordinary heat bursting in the pit of your stomach, unable to tear your eyes away. It’s the first time you can really clearly see his dick and you’re already salivating.

He places his hand flat on your cranium and pushes his thumb against your chin, making you open up your mouth to him.

Without so much as a warning, he forces his dick into your mouth and holds your head in place, the head of his dick slamming into your soft palate as he mercilessly fucks your face. Your hands fly up to his upper thighs, nails digging into the fabric of his pants as you try to steady yourself from the momentum of his thrusts.

“Always running your fucking mouth,” he groans as he throws his head back, the sounds of your gagging and saliva droplets splattering against your thighs being disgustingly loud.

You tap his thigh twice in hopes he understands and he does, he pulls right out of your mouth and stares down at you. His eyes trail the string of saliva connecting your lips to the head of his dick whilst you try to catch your breath.

Both times that you crossed the line with him, he’d fix your face and clean up your makeup. However, this time is absolutely useless. Your makeup is utterly fucked, mascara smudged in black streaks down your face, the remnants of your lipliner all over your upper lip and chin.

“You look so pretty like this.” Is all he says when he decides you’ve taken enough breaths before he shoves his dick right back into your mouth which makes you squeeze your eyes shut as you try to focus on not gagging. “It’s like my dick belongs in that filthy mouth of yours.”

All the sounds that want to erupt from your throat whether that be cries, moans or screams, are forcefully pushed back down your throat by his dick.

“Eyes on me, angel.”

His voice booms in your ears and you’re convinced your eardrums have exploded at how loud he sounds. He isn’t even close and he isn’t even loud but whenever he says anything sexy, you swear he’s talking straight to your soul, his voice is inside of your head, his presence is all around you

And he’s got your soul in his grasp, his hands tightly wrapped around it, the hands that you forced him into wrapping around you. You fed the chaos in his soul and now you’re facing the consequences. You’ve never cared much for consequences.

Your teary eyes glance up at him, involuntarily blinking repeatedly to stop your vision from becoming blurry but nothing helps as long as his dick hits the back of your throat.

“That’s it, fuck.” His hips stutter as he makes eye contact with you. “Keep looking at me like that and I’ll cum in no time,” he adds, voice wavering before a soft moan follows his words.

You innocently blink up at him as you take what he gives you. Fucking your mouth is his way of finally shutting you up and it’s exactly what you’ve been pushing him to do.

He abruptly pulls out of your mouth, watching as you gasp for air. His dick is completely lathered in your saliva and he loves it, by the looks of it as his eyes scan the string of your spit still connected to his dick. “Are you on birth control?”

The question takes you by surprise for a moment as you continue to steady your breathing, nodding your head to wordlessly answer his question.

“Will you let me cum inside of you?”

The air you so desperately tried to get back, knocks out of your lungs all over again as you listen to his request. Your stomach clenches, your intestines knot around each other, your heart jolts against your ribcage.

You quickly nod your head to his question. Disgustingly, there’s nothing more you want.

He hunches over, wraps his hands around your biceps and yanks you up to your feet. You let out a surprised gasp at his strength until you realize you’ve already been thrown onto your bed when your back hits the soft material of your mattress.

You wipe your saliva with the back of your hand and prop yourself up on your elbows to watch his every move. He doesn’t waste any time as he drags you all the way to the edge of your mattress again, this time standing in between your legs. He holds your thighs apart, each hand wrapping around your calves.

He lets go of one of your legs to position himself, guiding his dick to your sex. He rubs the head of his dick in between your sticky folds, making you whine at his teasing. “Aht, aht,” he retorts, wordlessly telling you to stop your whining.

You scowl at him but not for long when he slides right into you, your eyes going wide and a yelp leaving you at the delicious intrusion. He grunts as he bottoms out, head thrown back as he takes the time to collect himself.

Your eyes trail down his face to his throat, watching as his Adam’s apple bobs up and down and his face is scrunched in pleasure.

“Pussy too fucking good for an insufferable brat,” he grunts as he finally looks down, returning the eye contact.

You pinch your brows together as you glare up at him, parting your lips to shoot a comeback at him but the words fall apart on your tongue as he starts thrusting into you.

You whimper his name and he just nods. He mockingly nods at your pathetic cries and whimpers as he starts lifting the one leg he’s still holding. He pushes it further back toward your own torso to spread you even wider before he picks up the pace and starts fucking into you like he has somewhere to be, his free hand coming down to rub barely-there, teasing circles onto your pulsating clit.

“Yoongi!” you cry out. He chuckles at your helplessness, he just watches as you squirm under him. Who knew someone who enjoyed running their mouth so much would be so sensitive?

“If you’re going to act like a brat, at least take it like one.” He retreats his fingers and starts taking his black dress shirt off, wiggling it off his shoulders and tossing it to the side.

You almost moan at the sight of his bare chest, your hand reaching out to touch him. You trail your hand down his stomach, fingers gently grazing his soft honey skin. Finally touching his bare skin has your blood pumping through your veins at maximum speed.

He wickedly smirks down at you, cocking his eyebrow in amusement as he watches you scramble to touch his skin. He’s enjoying this.

Yoongi brings his hand back down to your sex to continue his torturous teasing on your clit, watching as you try to buck your hips into his hand for more friction but he just presses you down by your pelvic bone. “Just sit still and take it.”

Your hand reaches between your thighs, wanting to relieve yourself but thinking he’d let you do that is one of your dumber ideas.

He drops your leg and instead grabs both your wrists, pinning them against your stomach to keep you restrained as he continues to fuck into you.

“Please!” you whimper as tears start streaming down the sides of your face, trickling down your temples and into your hairline. With every thrust, his pelvis barely grazes your clit and it’s driving you insane. “Please. Please, I’ll do anything. Please.” You’ve already been robbed of your orgasm and he won’t even let you get yourself there because you brought it upon yourself.

An evil smirk creeps onto his lips as he watches you fall apart under him, writhing as you try to free your wrists from his grasp, satisfaction etched on his face at his victory. He finally broke you.

“I don’t know, I’m really enjoying the view right now.” He lets his eyes roam your pathetic face, down to your breasts bouncing from the impact of his thrusts, down to watch how his dick constantly disappears inside of you. “Besides, didn’t you say you weren’t ever going to beg me for anything ever again?”

“Yoongi, please! Please,” you sob, eyes rolling to the back of your head which makes you close them.

“Hey,” he pauses, his thrusts also coming to a halt. He brings one of his hands up while the other keeps your wrists restrained, and pats your jaw a few times, not hard but not soft either. “Eyes on me, Y/N.”

Your eyes lazily crack open as you glare at him, that’s when you see him smirking again before he nods. “Atta girl,” he says as he finally lets go of your wrists and flicks his tongue up the pad of his thumb before bringing it down to furiously rub your clit.

His single touch electrifies your entire body, all your veins bursting with a million volts. You push your cranium further into your mattress, your arms coming up to squeeze the sheets on each side of your head as you take his addicting torture without another word but with a whole lot of pathetic whimpering and pornographic moaning.

He wickedly grins at how you’re starting to come undone under him, using one of his hands to tug his pants further down his legs before ditching his boxers too, still not messing up the pace of his thrusts. “Tell me how much you like it.”

“I,” you pause, shaking your head as you try to get the words out. “I love it so much.”

“Hm,” he hums as he casually starts picking up the pace of his hips, bringing your leg up against his chest and the single switch in position has him hitting you even deeper, his other hand coming up to massage your bouncing breast in his hand. “Who does this pussy belong to?”

You want to provoke him, say another name, say your own name, say anything else but you can’t. You can’t bring yourself to say anything else but him. And you do.

“You.”

He nods again as he now returns his focus to his thumb that’s circling your clit, speeding up as he pushes you toward your orgasm. He retreats his hand from your breast, moving it up your thigh to your calve that’s pressed into his chest. He gives the side of your leg a soft kiss but never breaks eye contact with you.

He can tell your orgasm is approaching fast by the way your thighs clench and your walls tighten around him. “You gonna cum all over me?”

You furiously nod, trying to stop your legs from violently jerking as your orgasm builds up in the pit of your stomach.

“You want it really bad, don’t you?” he mockingly says. The way he says it with so much smugness on his face, so much cockiness in his tone and so much arrogance in the way he fucks you drives you up the fucking wall but much to your surprise, he doesn’t torture you any further. He thrusts into you with twice as much fervor, his thumb rubs your clit just the way you like it, his own throat letting moans spill at the way your walls tighten around him.

Finally, the knot in your stomach snaps and your brain explodes with incredible amounts of dopamine as you finally orgasm, your second orgasm of the day hitting you twice as fucking hard.

The pathetic sobs that make your entire body shake like a leaf in the wind would embarrass you on any other day but right now your mind is clouded with Yoongi and only Yoongi. He already knows the effect he has on you, you’ve stopped caring at this point.

He fucks you through your orgasm as if he’s got something to prove to you, your wailing encouraging him to fuck you harder with each passing second.

His own breaths are getting heavier, his thrusts inconsistent and his dick is twitching between your walls. “Where,” he pauses, “where can I cum?”

“I already told you,” you reply right away, wrapping your legs around his waist to cage him in.

“Fuck, are you sure?” he asks you, trying to slow down his thrusts to get your confirmation first.

“I thought this pussy belonged to you? Prove it, then.” Is all you say and it sends Yoongi right over the edge because right as the words leave your mouth, warm liquid shoots straight into you. He paints your walls white and swear words fall from his lips as he continues to fuck his load into you.

More moans spill from you as he rides out his own high, his head thrown back, hair sticking to his sweaty skin and his chest dramatically rising and falling. You never want to forget the sight in front of you.

After a couple more heavy breaths and his final few sloppy thrusts, Yoongi collapses on top of you. His heavy breath tickles your neck and it makes you squirm, but the soft kisses he’s pressing to your neck has your mind travelling to different places, no longer paying attention to anything else.

After a while he rolls off of you, lying on his back next to you. You lie there with your legs still spread, his cum leaking out of you and your own lungs searching for air. Your eyes trail to his figure next to you, eyes glued to his rising and falling chest.

He turns his head to look at you, a wicked grin on his lips and you quickly realize in this moment that you’re only bratty when you’re horny.

Because him just looking at you has you thinking you’re back in that backroom from your battle rap shows and Yoongi just walked in to speak to you for the first time.

Your cheeks instantly heat up and you avert your gaze, your forearm subtly draping over your chest in an attempt to hide your naked body from him.

Girl, he just came inside of your pussy. Be serious.

“Nah,” he mumbles as he reaches for your wrist and tugs on it. “Don’t hide yourself now. All that shit you were talking.”

You grumble and move to turn your back to him but he stops you, pulling you into his chest. “What do you think you’re doing?” he huffs.

You glance up at him but can’t stare for very long when his face closes in on yours. Your eyelids flutter close when he presses his lips to yours. You fall onto your back as he moves to hover over you, one of his hands resting on your waist. You move your own hands up to cup his face, melting into his kiss and allowing yourself to forget about everything.

He hums into the kiss, and you can feel him smiling against your lips which makes your insides burst with butterflies. It’s pathetic how much he’s got you wrapped around his finger.

“Déjà vu?” he chuckles against the skin of your throat, making you squirm a bit at the tickle. You quickly make the connection in your brains that he’s referring to the music video shoot.

“Yeah but the only difference is that–” You abruptly cut yourself off.

He climbs up to hover his face over yours again, his black eyes taking over your vision like you’re being stared down by a lion. “What is it?”

“Nevermind.”

“Y/N, tell me.”

You take a moment to think about how you’re going to say what’s been on your mind ever since the shoot. “I was a bit conflicted. I thought that I was either incredibly unsexy or that you had a micropenis. I couldn’t feel anything,” you laugh, pointing out how you didn’t feel anything poking you that day.

His face visibly shifts from confusion to relief as he quietly laughs, shaking his head. “That why you tried provoking me by saying I had a micropenis?”

A sheepish look creeps onto your face as you sink your teeth into your bottom lip. You don’t say or do anything to confirm his words, which makes him believe his own speculation even more.

“Trust me, you were definitely not unsexy. On the contrary, actually. The reason why you didn’t feel anything is because I asked them to use one of those erection barriers on me so I wouldn’t make you uncomfortable. It’s some sort of squishy padding that they sew into underwear.”

Your heart jolts so hard against your lungs that you’re convinced you’ve almost broken a few ribs. Your eyes dramatically widen at what he just told you. The thought of him being that considerate hadn’t even crossed your mind. “Really?”

He simply nods, his hands softly trailing your bare waist down to your hip, massaging your skin.

You stare at him for a few moments and it looks like he’s actually being sincere. You can’t help it, you’re a bit surprised. You know he’s been very considerate and caring so you hate that you’re shocked now but you really had no idea.

And you wish you didn’t because the familiar feeling of your heart pounding, your throat going dry and your entire body heating up tells you that you feel more for this man than a simple crush. Fuck.

After you’ve composed yourself, you stay quiet. You don’t want to sound like a fool and you don’t want him to think you’re one.

Only then do you realize he’s been staring you down with a shit-eating smirk tugging on the corners of his lips.

“What?” you mumble, lazy eyes looking into his. You want to scowl at him but you’re so fucked out, you can’t even bring yourself do that.

“Your makeup is so fucked,” he laughs, shaking his head as his eyes trail the makeup-stained apples of your cheeks.

You grunt in annoyance, “Well? Aren’t you going to clean me up like you like to do?” You move your hand down his face to his neck and rest it on his bare chest as you blink up at him.

“Why would I do that?” he asks before adding, “I’m not done with you.”

Fuck.

Your breath is stuck in your throat. Is he crazy?

Well, he may be crazy but you’ve got to be batshit fucking deranged.

Because not even 5 minutes later, you let him turn you over, yank your ass up by your hips and fuck you into your boyfriend’s bed for another hour before he takes you to his own home to fulfill his promise of fucking you on every piece of furniture in his home.

And he does.

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s e v e n

p a i r i n g : jungkook x reader

g e n r e : baby daddy au

t a g s : sleazy!jk, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, fingering, messy sex, half assed blowjob, rough sex, possessive!jk, he’s a jealous mess, he’s also like a lost puppy following you around, pervy!jk, dirty talk, light degradation, jk literally wants you all the time, oc is mean n cunty, but she’s also weak when it comes to him, me thinks he’s toxic, toxic!jk tag to be safe (for now LMAO), hyunjin gets put in his place three times LMAO, sex tapes, THIS IS NASTY Y’ALL

w o r d c o u n t : 5.5 k

s u m m a r y : “You know night after night, I’ll be fuckin’ you right,” or: “Girl hold on my baby daddy calling again.”

“Jungkook,” you sigh deeply, “I’m not kidding you can’t miss this, it’s his special day and he wants his dad there too,” You grit your teeth while digging through the pantry with your phone balanced on your shoulder, “No! I already told you what he wants to do afterwards we’re not just going to cancel those plans because you wanna show off when you feel like it. He’s six!”

You’re already irritated and Jungkook clearly wasn’t making things any better with his nonchalant attitude and condescending words/tone. “Jungkook–you’re not listening–”

“Baby I heard ya loud and clear, stop stressin’ that pretty little head of yours. Sounds like you’re about to pop a nerve or something,” Jungkook replies with that stupid laugh of his, “I mean I know a couple things that can help you relax.”

You close your eyes and count to three under your breath tilting your head back and pinching the bridge of your nose. “...Tell me to calm down one more time and see what happens Jeon Jungkook,” you go to say more but he cuts you off.

“I didn’t tell you to calm down, I said to stop stressing.”

“........” Oh this man had you mad already, and he wasn’t even here yet. You ignore his voice and shakily set down the bag of bread you had pulled from the pantry. This man was so fucking dead when he got here.

“Ow–! Baby what the hell?” Jungkook yelps as soon as he walks through the door, he’s holding his arms up to block the stuff you throw at him (and they’re not soft either). “Did I do something?” He whines.

You glare fiercely back at him, “Did you do something? Don’t act smart with me Jungkook, you know damn well what you’re doing. Stop acting stupid because you look stupid.” You hurl your son’s toy ball at him and perfectly strike his head, “Today is not the day you hear me, Jiho’s been looking forward to his recital and you’re not going to ruin it by being a deadbeat.” You seethe.

Jungkook raises his hands in surrender, “Baby all I said was to quit stressin’,” he walks over carefully in case you planned on throwing something else, “you know I’d never make my baby mad on purpose.” He wraps his arms around your waist and tugs you to his chest, “Is this a new dress? Looks sexy.” He teases as he sneaks his hand down to your ass and squeezes it through the dress.

“Don’t change the subject,” you shake his hand away and stare up at him, “and how do you keep coming in here? Nevermind that, stop coming in like you live here.” You grunted.

“I found the key under the doormat, you should really hide it somewhere else.” Jungkook grins as he tries to kiss you but he misses and ends up kissing up on the side of your face, “ “Don’t be like that babe.” He pouts.

You grumble once more and relax into his arms, “Swear to me you’re not going to mess this up for Jiho.” You grab his face and direct it towards you, “Swear it.” You stare into his eyes with a pleading look.

Jungkook nods, “I swear.” He gently squeezes you, “I only want the best for Jiho too, he’s my son after all.” You stare at him, as if you’re trying to find any hints of deceivement but you find none in his eyes, in fact he looks sincere for once.

“Okay..” You softly reply and let his face go, “I believe you.”

He does that stupid (but charming) thing where he smiles coyly, borderline smirking, as he stares down at you with those playful eyes of his. “Now what do you say we relax a little yeah? You’re looking a little too fine for me to let it go to waste baby..” He gently runs his hands up and down your sides, slithering their way back to your ass like he had them before.

You laugh in disbelief, “You’re ridiculous, I can’t believe you.” You shake your head as Jungkook leans down to bury his nose in the side of your neck, “Fine.”

Jungkook grins triumphantly as he spins you around in the direction of the hallway where the bedroom lies. “Lead the way lil’ mama.” Jungkook murmurs in a low tone, eyes dropping down to admire your pretty ass. You take his hand and lead the way, biting back small laughs of amusement as he encircles his arms around you from behind and kisses on your neck.

You stumble into the room and let the straps of your sundress slip off your shoulders but he stops you, “No, wanna fuck you in it baby.” He whispers in your ear as he guides you on to the bed, “Damn, you look so fuckin’ fine walkin’ around like this. If only they knew how I make you mine every night baby.” He stands at the edge of the bed, hands slowly undoing his belt buckle and jeans. His Calvin Klein boxers peek out from underneath in all their glory making your mouth water a tiny bit.

“And if I said this dress wasn’t for you? I mean, you fuck me every night but do you know who comes when you’re not here?” You lick your lips with a smirk, “You have no clue what happens when you’re gone.” Jungkook’s eyes darken at that, the way he looks at you is enough to have you creaming your panties.

“Oh yeah? Like who mama? Go on and tell me,” He climbs on the bed and flips your dress up, “does he make you cum like I do? Has you shaking n creamin’ this slutty pussy all over his cock?” He yanks your panties down your legs and tosses the ruined item on to the ground below, “Let me tell you something,” he grabs your chin and forces you to look at him, “he may be here when I’m gone but you always come back for this dick baby.”

You bite back your moan from the utter filth he just spewed at you, your poor pussy’s throbbing from all this and you desperately need his tongue or something on you. “Jungkook,” you quietly groan, “if you’re gonna fuck around then let go.” You glare.

“Patience, wanna savor my baby’s sweet lil’ pussy.” He hungrily licks his lips, “You got a man starved sweetheart,” he goes down between your legs, “I’ll make sure you forget all about your..friend.” He shoots a wink at you before he disappears under your dress.

Jungkook’s hot breath fans over your poor cunt and it tickles your clit and sends a shiver down your spine in anticipation. Luckily he doesn’t disappoint and his tongue dips low between your dewy soft folds, licking upwards until he circles your clit. A long sigh slips past your lips, you slide your hands into his hair and grip the curly strands as a means to hold on, “Oh fuck..” You whisper.

Jungkook hums against your pussy and buries himself nose deep while he licks and sucks at your slicked up hole. His nose brushes past your clit, bumping it gently and causing tiny little jolts of pleasure. “Mm..” You spread your thighs wider to make more room for him. You can feel his tongue prod at your sopping hole, dipping in teasingly but not quite slipping in just yet.

He curls his hands around your thighs and groans low, you can see his hips rock up into the bed as he grinds his hard cock over the sheets. The sight sends shivers down your spine as you push your pussy up into his mouth, “Kook,” you bite your lip, “need more..”

Jungkook makes some obscene slurping noises before he pulls away, panting slightly before he dives back in, only this time he aims for your sensitive clit. He wraps his lips around the bud and suckles, moaning so the vibrations travel. A shocked moan leaves you, your eyes slip shut and you roll your hips like you’re trying to fuck your pussy into his mouth some more.

His fingers trail down to push into your sloppy cunt, a low lewd squelching noise audible in the background as he fucks his fingers in and out of you steadily. Your toes curl and you hike your legs up over his shoulders. Jungkook doesn’t take it easy on your poor cunt opting to fuck his fingers in at a fast pace. He swirls his tongue around your clit and flicks it repeatedly until he has you squirming from the rapid pleasure building.

“Kook,” you moan, “fuck–hold on,” you try to push his head away but he tightens his grip on you and moves his fingers faster at godspeed. “Jungkook,” you moaned loudly and arch your back.

He pulls away from your cunt and pants heavily, “Go on, cum for me.” He licks his lips, “Get ‘em nice and wet for me.” He smirks with hazy eyes, emerging from under your dress but keeping up that rapid pace.

Your lips form a small ‘o’ and your pussy flutters around his fingers, “Oh fuck..!” You cry out and reach for the sheets, grabbing and twisting at them as you thrash around. “Mmm..! Mm,” you throw your head back and gasp as your orgasm finally hits hard.

“There you go baby, that’s it.” He leans down to capture your lips in a smooth and slow kiss, “Did so good for me.” He purrs against your lips watching as you tiredly moaned and slumped against the bed, “C’mere mama,” he helped you sit up, “need your mouth on my cock.” He shoves his boxers down enough to let his cock spring out.

It slaps against his stomach with a lewd noise, making you bite your lip in desire. “Get it wet for me,” Jungkook strokes his cock with a low sigh as he slaps the tip against your lips repeatedly, “c’mon sweetheart.” He guides your head forward towards his cock with a hitched breath.

You part your lips and wrap them around the weeping tip hearing him curse under his breath. His hand tangles in your hair and bites down on his lip, “There you go baby, look so fuckin’ sexy with my cock in your mouth.” He guides your head back and forth, hissing quietly when you gently scrape your teeth around the shaft.

Jungkook moans low when your tongue runs over a sensitive vein along his cock. You give him a harsh suck slowly pulling off his cock with a wet pop, it slaps against your lips and you smirk up at him, “Like that?”

“Just like that.” He repeats and gently pushes you back, “Open ‘em.” He pats your thighs, “We got an hour left before we gotta go.” He murmurs, “and I don’t plan on letting you walk outta here without a fuckin’.” He’s so vulgar it literally annoys you how much it turns you on when he talks like that about you.

You bite your lip and hoist your legs around his waist, reaching down to replace his hand on his cock as you press the bulbous head against your pussy, rubbing up and down while smearing your slick around. Jungkook watches you with hooded eyes as he holds himself up over you, “Go on baby, slip me right in your little pussy.”

His cock throbs in your hand and you take pity on him, letting the tip slip right in through the mess he created of you earlier. Your lips part as you guide him inch for inch until he’s bottomed out inside your pussy, balls deep and hips pressed against yours. Jungkook moans quietly and tests the waters by pressing in deeply, he rocks his hips slowly just enjoying the feeling of your soft pussy wrapped around his cock.

“Fuck me,” you sigh out and relax, this is exactly what you were craving for, you never wanted the feeling to end.

“I am baby.” Jungkook grins and pushes up into you once more, “Pussy feels so fuckin’ snug around me, ‘s all soaked for me too, bet you don’t get this wet for anyone else.” He grinds in deeply, hips circling slowly as his cock bumps into your sensitive spots and has you seeing stars for a moment.

You let out a long whimper and shut your eyes, “Oh fuck, right there Kook,” you whisper, “fuck, fuck, fuck me please.” You whine lowly and reach down to shove your dress up higher around your hips, “Need it so bad.”

“Need what baby?” Jungkook leaves tiny kisses down the side of your neck and shoulders, “C’mon, wanna hear you say it. Let me hear that filthy mouth of yours, I know how fuckin’ nasty you can get.” He whispers in your ear, hips grinding in that one spot you oh so love.

You shudder in pleasure and moan uncontrollably, “Mm right there–fuck, oh fuck, harder baby..” You whimper out, eyes shutting and thighs trembling once again. Jungkook thankfully doesn’t stall any longer, he re-adjusts his grip by sliding his hands under your ass and gripping both cheeks before he begins plowing into you.

He drives his cock deeper, his hips slap against your ass with loud smacking noises ringing throughout the bedroom. You lay there moaning unabashedly as he fucks the ever living shit out of you in broad daylight. Jungkook moans and pants softly in your ear, whispering a bunch of utter filth that only makes your pussy squeeze his cock and weep around him.

“You like that don’t you baby. Always been such a little slut for me, ain’t that right? This pussy belongs to me?” He growls in your ear and suddenly pins you to the bed with his hand wrapped around your throat, “You think you can just run off with someone else baby? Oh not afuckin’ chance, because at the end of the day you’ll always come running back to daddy won’t you?” He snaps his hips upward punishingly, striking your g-spot over and over again.

You cry out weakly and wildly buck your hips, the question flies right past you and you almost forget he even said anything from how good it felt. Jungkook doesn’t take too kindly and smacks your cheek a couple of times to get your attention as he asks you the question all over again, “Mmm–yeah,” you breathe out all high and soft, “only yours daddy.”

Jungkook rumbles quietly in satisfaction before he lets you go and sits up on his haunches, he grabs your waist and uses it as leverage, he begins slamming himself in and out of your poor abused cunt. You almost cry from how good it feels, your moans are choked up and some come out as pitiful little whimpers.

“Daddy–” You throw your head back and brace your hand against the sheets. The force of his thrusts is enough to send you shifting up against the mattress, there’s loud creaking noises to accompany the skin slapping skin. It just sounds like filthy fucking at this point.

Jungkook bites his lip and moans under his breath as his eyes lock on your bouncing tits, he digs his fingers into your waist and grips you so tight you know you’re going to bruise. He throws his head back with a long satisfied moan, “Oh fuck,” he rolls his hips quickly, “you’re gonna fucking make me cum baby.” He whispers breathily.

You squeeze around him with purpose, “Cum,” you whine, “inside.”

Jungkook doesn’t reply, not at least verbally, he lets out a series of lewd moans and whispers of promises. He smacks his hips into yours and reaches between you two to thumb at your clit, rubbing the bud in tight fast circles. Your orgasm comes as a surprise, feeling like eternity as you sob in pleasure and plead for more.

“Fuck..!” Jungkook groans loud and long. His cock throbs and he slams three more times before pressing himself balls deep as he fills you with his cum. “Shit..” He laughs breathlessly and runs a hand through his messy hair, “That was a good one..” He mutters with a slap to your ass as he collapses next to you.

You pant softly and turn to the alarm clock on the nightstand, “Thirty minutes.” You sigh and roll out of bed, “Get up we’re leaving.” You say while wobbling to the bathroom to freshen the hell up, “I mean it Jungkook don’t you dare make us late.” You call out from the bathroom.

Jungkook hums, “Let a man rest sweetheart, you practically drained my balls.” He replies with a sigh, “Probably made another kid just now.” He smirks to himself as he closes his eyes and folds his arms behind his head.

“Seriously sometimes I wonder how old you really are.” You shake your head as you stand in the doorway observing his relaxed form, “And I wonder why I even let you back in either. You’re not useful for anything.”

He cracks one eye open at you and smirks, “Admit it, you love my cock too much to cut me off baby, you can’t deny I don’t rock your entire world. Without me who’s gonna fuck you till you’re seeing stars?” He sits up and ignores the fact that his limp cock lays out in the open coated in slick and cum. “Does my baby need another round?” He opens his arms with a mock pout.

“Get the hell out we’re going to be late you fucking asshole.” You grit your teeth and storm off to find your shoes you were planning on wearing to the recital.

“Ay-ay captain.” Jungkook chuckles.

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“Mama, mama! Did you see me up there?” Jiho comes running over with pure excitement in his eyes as he hugs your legs and looks up at you with those little doe eyes of his that you oh so love (not so much on the father..).

“Of course baby, you did so good up there my little man is a star.” You coo back and squat down to his level, “A little birdie told me that we should go get some pizza and ice cream at the park. How does that sound to you my love?” You gently cradle his cheek and caress it lovingly.

Jiho’s eyes lighten up at the mention of all those things, but what really breaks your heart is the noise he makes when he finally sees Jungkook behind you. “Daddy you came?!” Jiho runs over to hug him tightly, “Did you see me? Did you see me?” He excitedly jumps.

Jungkook softens and leans down to pick Jiho up with ease, “Course I saw champ you killed it, hell I think you even did better than that Sunhye girl.” He smirks as Jiho giggles uncontrollably, “What’s so funny huh?” He coos tickling his son on the side teasingly.

“Daddy just said a curse word.” Jiho covers his mouth shyly and looks at you. Your heart melts and you reach over to gently squeeze his chubby little cheek.

“Did he now baby? But remember what mommy said? Mommy doesn’t want you to end up like daddy love.” You side eye Jungkook with a nasty little glare before going back to Jiho with a soft smile, “C’mon, daddy said he’s taking you out today.” You kiss his cheek.

Jiho lights up in excitement, “Really daddy?!” He throws his arms around Jungkook’s neck and kicks his legs excitedly, “I can’t wait! I’m going to show you my new car collection daddy, it’s so cool I barely got it last week when mama and I went to the store.” He rambles on and on before he pauses, “You are coming over…right?” He quietly asks.

Jungkook nods, “Of course,” he says immediately, “you know I will champ.” He softly smiles and presses a kiss to his temple, “Daddy will always come over when you want.” This seems to satiate Jiho who goes back to his cheerful little rambles. It shouldn’t hurt you but this time it does, and you hate the bitter feeling it leaves in your mouth.

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The day passes by and night time soon falls, Jiho of course asks Jungkook to put him to bed after hours of playing together. It warms your heart to see Jiho this happy with Jungkook, you wish it stayed like that..

“Hey babe,” Jungkook passes by behind you with a sneaky ass grab as he opens the fridge, “finally put Jiho down, little guy was out like a light.” He chuckles under his breath fondly.

You smile softly, “That’s my favorite part of the day, listening to him talk about the things he did and the new stuff he learns.. I wouldn’t miss it.” You turn the sink off and dry your hands, “Are you staying the night?” You raise a brow.

Jungkook nods, “Eh, I figured why the hell not. I don’t have anything to do tomorrow anyways.” He says and pops open a beer, “Plus I get to spend the night with my babies.” He winks at you.

You roll your eyes, “Of course.. Don’t you dare make a mess in my kitchen Jungkook.” You warn and walk off to the living room intending to watch some TV before bed. Jungkook trails after you like a lost puppy and you suppress a sigh, “What is it now?”

“Is it a crime to wanna be with you sweetheart? I’m sure you’d love some company right now.” Jungkook huffs and sits next to you on the couch with his arm thrown over your shoulders, “Aw c’mon sweetheart, don’t give me that look. Not after what went down this afternoon.” He buries his face in your shoulder and kisses it gently.

You sink into his arms and shoot him a glare, “Only reason I don’t kick you out is because Jiho’s gonna want to see you in the morning. If it were up to me your ass would be on the curb.” You grumble and pick up the remote, “And stop getting so close to me your breath stinks like beer.” You push his face away.

Jungkook’s shoulders shake as he laughs (obnoxiously in your opinion), “Fine, only cause you said so.” He says and gets up to head back into the kitchen. He re-emerges empty handed and in his wife beater tank top, his sweater is ditched and tossed to the side. “Better for you?” He holds his arms out.

“Yeah.” You turn back to the TV, “Now be quiet I’m trying to watch this.” You mumble.

Jungkook silently slips onto the couch right up beside you again. He slips his arm around and tugs you to his side with a quiet grunt. You grumble quietly and turn to face him as you push him back onto the couch and climb on top of him, “This is better..” You mutter softly and lay your head on his chest.

You don’t miss the way he smiles at you and hugs you closer, “Good night.” He says, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. He hears a faint ‘night’ and with that he lets his eyes slip shut as he falls asleep with a dumb little smile on his face.

“Idiot..” You whisper softly, surprised at how fond you sound at the moment, but he doesn’t have to know that.

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A few days later you’re gone for work and Jungkook comes over to take care of Jiho. At first nothing too big happens, they play some games and then have breakfast before Jungkook takes Jiho out to the mall and then they come back to have lunch. Right now however Jiho was napping leaving Jungkook all by himself.

He takes one last look at Jiho before he slips outside for a needed smoke session. Jungkook always did like the view from your balcony, it gave him like a sense of peace and security whenever he sat out there smoking a cigarette. He really did feel at ease. He spends a couple minutes looking out at the sunset and city and then he checks his phone right after when he gets bored of that.

Jungkook’s in the middle of texting back Namjoon when he hears the doorbell ring. He frowns in confusion and looks back, you didn’t say anything about having anyone over or anything being delivered. He tucks the cigarette between his lips and makes his way over to the front door.

“y/n, hey! I was wondering if–” some guy standing on the other side of the door starts but quickly stops when he sees Jungkook standing in the doorway instead of y/n.

“Can I help you?” Jungkook leans against the doorway and eyes the guy up and down, “You lost or somethin’ kid?”

“Huh? Who are you? I’ve never seen you around before and y/n’s never talked about a guy before..” He trails off, eyeing Jungkook up and down too but only this time he doesn’t bother to hide his distaste for him. Jungkook’s aware of how he looks right now, and damn if he doesn’t look good.

“I’m y/n’s baby daddy, now who the fuck are you?” Jungkook snorts and takes a long drag from the cigarette, blowing the smoke in the dude’s face.

The dude looks at him with a glare, “I’m her friend and neighbor.”

“Neighbor huh, good then you don’t need to be around then. I don’t take too kindly to random ass men trying to hit on my girl like that, because we both know you see her more than a neighbor so do me a favor and turn your ass back around unless you wanna really get to know me.” Jungkook flicks the ashes at him, “Nice meeting ya.” He grins and slams the door in his face.

“Friend huh..” Jungkook chuckles.

It’s late when you finally arrive home, you make a quick stop to get the mail before heading up when you’re stopped by Hyunjin, your adorable but annoying neighbor, “Heyy, what’s up why you out so late?” You smile tiredly while sorting your mail out.

Hyunjin looks bothered as he looks off to the side, “Nothing, just needed some fresh air you know? Anyways that’s not what I’m here for, I didn’t know you were seeing someone?” He says softly and when he sees your confused face he continues, “That guy up there? The one with tattoos and shit? He’s rude as hell.”

You internally groan, what did he do now.. “Yeah? Well, I’m not seeing him–seeing him…technically..” You trail off before sighing in defeat, “He’s my baby daddy.”

“Ohh, I thought he was lying or something because I thought no way would you ever go with someone like him. Much less have a kid with him.” He shakes his head, “He’s seriously a bad influence though, he literally was smoking in the house like you know how bad that can be for Jiho?” Hyunjin scoffs and shakes his head, “The nerve of him to call himself a parent.”

“Listen kid, whatever the fuck he does is very much his and my business. I don’t need your two pennies of a fucking opinion on my baby daddy, yeah, that’s my child’s father and what about it? I must have seen something in him if I still went and fucked him and had his kid. So don’t you ever speak on him again unless you want me to call him downstairs you little shit.” You glare and storm off to the elevators leaving a shocked Hyunjin in the back.

“Fuckin’ nerve of this brat.” You mutter and get your keys out, “Seriously.”

You walk into the apartment and are immediately greeted with Jungkook sitting there with a pissed expression. “What the hell is wrong with you?” You ask as you kick your heels off, “Where’s Jiho?”

“He’s sleeping, had dinner and went to bed.” Jungkook stands up and makes his way over to you slowly, “Who the fuck was that kid that came knocking earlier?” He cups your chin and tilts your head to face him, “He the one you fucking or what?” He grits his teeth.

You stare back at him annoyed, “He’s some dumb ass college kid Jungkook, and no I’m not fucking him. As if..” You mutter the last part and walk to the bedroom, “If you’re just gonna bitch about him sleep on the couch I beg, I’m so fucking tired from work I just wanna sleep okay? Bitch at me another time.” You sigh.

Jungkook kicks the door shut behind him and comes up behind you to hug you, “Mm.. Just wanna help my lil’ mama relax is all,” he says in your ear, “I already knew you two weren’t fucking anyways, he makes it so obvious.” Jungkook smirks as he kisses your shoulder, reaching around the front to unbutton your blouse, “Still he fuckin’ pissed me off.” He growls.

“I know, trust me.” You smirk softly and turn around in his hold and wrap your arms around his neck, “You’ll help me relax won’t you?” You whisper against his lips.

“I’ll do more than that baby.” Jungkook grins back.

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Jungkook has you spread out for him on all fours, back arched sensually and your face buried in your pillows. Sweat glistens on his forehead as he moans under his breath whilst moving his hips leisurely, not in any rush whatsoever. Your moans are muffled but the sounds your pussy makes make up for it.

“Fucking shit, you look so goddamn perfect for me all bent over with that pretty ass of yours bouncing on my cock.” Jungkook grunts as he slides his hands down to your waist to steady you.

“Jungkook,” you whimper out as you lift your head from the pillow, “need it faster.” You push back on his cock and gasp shakily when he hits something inside of you, “Oh fuck baby right there,” you whimper out, “mm, mm.”

He moans in response and lands a heavy smack on your ass, “Yeah? You like it when I hit it right there baby? ‘S got you creamin’ all over my cock right now.” He gasps softly as he speeds up and fucks into your harder.

You eyes flutter shut and you stick a hand down between your thighs to rub at your clit in tiny circles, “I love it,” you sigh out, “feels so good.” Jungkook spanks you again and it causes you to moan loud over the noises of his balls slapping against your clit and your ass bouncing off his pelvis. “Fuck..!”

Jungkook sees your phone light up from the corner of his eye and he peers over, he sees it’s that fucking kid from earlier texting you shit about how he’s sorry. Oh Jungkook’s gonna make him sorry now.. He grabs your phone and unlocks it, immediately opening up your camera and recording, “C’mon baby, put on a show for me.” He purrs out, making sure his tattooed hand is in the frame resting right over your bouncing ass.

You moan louder and lift yourself up enough to stabilize yourself before you start fucking yourself on his cock just how he likes it. “There you go, atta girl.” Jungkook lands repeated hits on your red ass cheek, licking his lips when he sees his hand print linger. “Whose pussy this belong to baby? Hm?”

“You,” a tiny whimper follows, “ ‘s your pussy baby.” You moan back as you rub your clit faster, “Fuck right there,” you push back and circle your hips on his cock like you’re trying to spell coconut. He moans loud as your pussy massages his cock just right, he nearly forgets he’s recording in the first place.

Jungkook ends the video there with a middle finger towards the end before he sends it to Hyunjin and tosses your phone aside, “C’mere.” He growls out and grabs your hips before he starts fucking into you harder and faster.

The headboard slams into the wall repeatedly, the sound of skin slapping grows louder and your moans are borderline screams now. You shudder violently and fall onto the bed face first as your pussy squirts, you lay there twitching and shaking as you come down from your orgasm slowly. Jungkook’s lips fall open in a silent moan as he watches in satisfaction.

He cums a few minutes later, pressing in deep as he groans lowly, “Damn I almost said I love you.” He breathlessly says. You reach behind to smack his arm making him laugh, “What? It’s true.” He shakes with laughter, “Aaaa you’re so cute baby.” Jungkook wipes the sweat off his brow and pulls out slowly, “Damn.” He murmurs, laying down next to you, “You okay?” He pokes your side.

You tiredly roll over and stare at him with a goofy little smile, “I almost said I love you too.” You softly reply.

Jungkook smiles, “y/n…my love, mother of my child,” he begins, “I’m sorry, but can you make me something to eat? You sucked the life out of me and now I’m starving.”

“I fucking take it back you dipshit.” You glare and roll out of bed, “.....What do you want..” You ask after shuffling around the room getting dressed in your robe.

“Ramen? Please and thank you.” Jungkook gives you that little bunny smile that made you fall in love all those years back. Maybe you’re falling all over again…

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˚ ༘♡. 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 ೃ࿐

a 7 part jjk drabble series based on the explicit version of ‘seven’. release tbc.

how it will work: each day of the week is assigned a different lyric from the single ‘seven’ by jjk. each drabble will feature its own environment & kink(s) that correspond to the associated lyric.

series masterlist:

1. monday: sęx in the workplace - “got you skipping work and meetings”

2. tuesday: sęx in a car - “its the way that you can ride”

3. wednesday: sęx outside - “i kiss your waist and ease your mind”

4. thursday: sęx in a hot tub / bathtub - “you know night after night, i’ll be fuckin' you right”

5. friday: sęx in a secret space - “so break me off another time”

6. saturday: sęx while gaming - “you wrap around me and you give me life”

7. sunday: sęx in the kitchen - “wind it back i’ll take it slow”

pairing: seven!jungkook x f!reader (afab) genre(s)&au(s): non idol, slice of life, established relationship, smut, fluff, minor tiny angst warnings & smut warnings: all drabbles will come with their own warnings upon release w/c: all drabbles will come with their own word count upon release rating: 18+ banner: @caelesjjk

taglist [open]: - comment below! - ageless and empty blogs will not be included & minors will be blocked.

note1: this is something new that ive never tried before, so i do hope people will show it some love ♡ note2: thank you to my sarah for not just the banner but for also listening & sharing ideas over the last 2 days to create this series

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monachopsis | 09

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; after receiving unpleasant news that doesn’t allow you to grow your family, your husband comes up with an idea that unfortunately involves his brother whom he despises

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: tattoo artist!yoongi x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: angst, fluff, smut, mini series, brother-in-law au

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, ANGST

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 16.4k+

a/n: the long wait is over and the new chapter is here 🥹 sit back and enjoy ❤️‍🔥

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The cold and dark night perfectly portrays your inner feelings that dawn on you on the outside too, tears blurring your vision as you angrily wipe them off. Stupid, stupid, stupid. You shouldn't have come here. You trusted Yoongi to help you, maybe you even looked for comfort in him but you never expected he would accuse you of something like that.

Absolutely understanding that it's not his responsibility to comfort you, he could've easily told you to fuck off if he wanted. But still, you hoped he would understand. Your reaction is mainly controlled by your emotions, not with your head that doesn't seem to be in the right place.

Life taught you not to expect things from people, but everyone's got their expectations. Especially when you feel like you know that person at least a little bit. So you expect nothing this time, making your way to the car when you hear your name being shouted on the street. 

You've barely managed to take a few, fast and angry, strolls out of the studio. Glancing back and stopping in your tracks, you notice Yoongi staring at you as he rushes to you. You can't face him now. You turn around and continue in your path with even more eager and faster steps to get to your car.

Yoongi catches up to you though, running after you as the wind gets more intense and makes your hair stick to your wet cheeks. He's not going to let you leave, especially when he stormed out of his studio past his very confused friends. He's not fully understanding what happened, he might've gotten carried away and shouldn't have accused you of such things. But from what you were saying, it was something that made sense.

You're not okay. You weren't okay the second he laid his eyes on you when you were standing at the entrance of his new studio. And you're not okay now when he catches you by your forearm, stopping you from getting away from him and he sees your crying face. 

Fuck. Is that all his doing?

“What do you want?” you snap, shrugging off his touch with an angry frown as you wipe your cheeks with the sleeve.

What does he want? He has no fucking idea. He just couldn't leave you in such a state, knowing you have nowhere else to go. For fuck sake, he doesn't get why you came to him out of all people but you did. And he knows he would feel like a fucking asshole if he let you leave in your current state. The look of you only confirms he has done the right thing. 

“I shouldn't have assumed anything,” he speaks, eyes dancing across your face as you're trying to look angry. Only he feels bad for you, knowing what happened between you and his brother is way more serious. “I'm sorry.”

“I'm sorry I came here. It won't happen again.” you say emotionlessly, ending the conversation there as you turn around.

Yoongi doesn't let you. He catches you again, softly but enough to let you stay as he turns you around. “Where are you going?”

“Why do you care?” The same emotionless tone. It makes his jaw tick. 

“Where are you going?” he asks again, this time more deeper and slower.

“To my car. Now let me go.”

The truth is, you weren't only crying because of what Yoongi said. Sure, the interaction shocked you to the point where you felt disappointment, sadness and anger. You don't even know what emotion dominates. However, it's the awful feeling of loneliness and desperation. You have no idea what you're going to do now.

Yoongi watches you, a realization hitting him. “Fuck, you're shaking, Y/N.”

It hits you too. He's right. You didn't even notice it.

And then you break and a silent whimper leaves your mouth. There's no control over it, your body shaking even more as Yoongi sucks in breath harshly at the heartbreaking sight. He moves automatically, pulling your body to his with no protest from your side as you welcome his warmth. Despite the odd situation and Yoongi's arms around your fragile body, it doesn't dawn upon you he's hugging you until he tightens his grip on you.

“It's gonna be okay.” he mutters into the chilly air.

For a moment you're not able to react in any way, you direct all your focus trying to stop the tears that have welled up in your eyes and rolled down your cheeks. 

“Nothing's gonna be okay.”

“Now that's very pessimistic of you.” He tries to joke lightly, letting out just a light chuckle. But once he doesn't seem you nowhere near amused and in the same state, he gently pulls you off him to get another glance at your teary face.

It's embarrassing that he sees you in such a horrific and vulnerable state. For a solid second you hate him for approaching you. Why couldn't he just let you leave? He said what he wanted to say. The hurt still resonates and even when he gently wipes the tears off your cheeks with his thumb, like you would often see in romantic movies, nothing about this is romantic. You're pregnant, nowhere to go and with no one by your side. 

Yoongi might've apologized already, but his assumption and words still sting and you have a hard time believing him. Is he truly sorry? Or he just didn't expect you to storm out of there like that? And finding you crying in the middle of the street like an emotional wreck?

“Come on, let's get you to the car.” he mumbles under his breath, looking around before he gently tugs onto your wrist. He doesn't let go, almost as if he's afraid of you running. 

“My car's that way.” you point out emotionlessly, stubborn to show any more emotion that you already have.

He was right about one thing. You shouldn't drive in this state. No matter what could've happened, this is no longer only about you. You've got one more person to think about. 

“We're gonna drive in my car.” he simply says and you don't argue.

Once he unlocks his car with a key – the old system of unlocking – you get inside and does it feel odd to be back inside it again? No words are exchanged, the radio playing softly in the background as you allow yourself to lean back and stare out of the window. You're not sure where he's taking you. Oh god, is he taking you back home? You can't go there! Not with Yeonseok there. 

Just as you open your mouth, you recognize the familiar street and the direction you're heading at. 

“Where are we going?” you ask, despite knowing but you still have to ask. Yoongi's aware of that.

“To my place.”

“Yoongi–” 

Still hurt (and upset too) by your latest conversation at his new studio, you're aware of Yoongi wanting to be out of this as much as possible. While you're guessing he must feel bad for you and that's why he's doing this, you don't want him to do this out of pure pity. You would rather be alone in a hotel room until you figure out this mess. 

“You said you have nowhere to go, didn't you?” he reminds you. A little output by his bluntness, your mouth opens and closes before you find words. 

“And you said everything is way past us.” You quote him with an edge to your tone, shooting him a side glance as he keeps his eyes on the road as he lets out a sigh. “Drive me to a hotel. Any hotel is fine.”

You feel his momentarily gaze on you. Too stubborn to look, you keep staring ahead with a clenched jaw. It's not like there's no appreciation of what he's doing on your part. After everything – even if the emotions are too raw and current – you can tell that it's a positive thing that he decided to stop you from driving. As usual, you're absolutely clueless about what's going on inside his head or why he's doing this. You don't think he's got any bad intentions. Regardless of what his parents and your husband say about him, you know Yoongi does have a good heart.

But you've got your own pride as well.

“I know what I said and I'm sorry.” he simply says, continuing in his drive and not changing the direction which you decide not to comment on for numerous reasons. 

The air between you is a little stiff, undoubtedly caused by the misunderstanding (is that what it was?), and the way inside the building and his apartment is spent in utter silence. It's until Yoongi closes his front door and you're met with the familiar scent of oranges and wood, that you finally speak up. 

“Why am I here, Yoongi?” you ask, not taking off your shoes like he tells you to – muttering it almost tiredly to be exact. You ignore him, raising your brow as you demand an answer. 

He takes off his shoes and jacket silently, placing the items to their designated place. He's definitely taking his time but you don't budge, hardening your features even more as he takes a sneaky glance at you. 

“Can we not fight?”

“I'm not fighting!” you exclaim, a little bit too loud which causes him to raise his brow at you this time. “Thanks for driving me but I shouldn't be here.”

“But you came to me, haven't you?” he asks, hardening his features just as much. “You must've wanted help.”

“I needed a friend,” you correct him. “I needed someone who understands.” Your voice wavers and you mentally curse at yourself. 

He has no reaction, simply looking at you until he drops his gaze toward his feet.

“I know we're no friends. I'm aware of that. But I needed someone who's familiar with my situation. It was wrong of me to come up to you. You were right, it looked wrong and I shouldn't have–”

“I was an asshole for assuming the reason for you coming there.” he cuts you off. “It didn't even cross my mind that you needed–that you needed someone who understands.”

“You wanted as far out of this mess as possible,” you point out harshly. “And I can't blame you for it. We all got what we wanted, didn't we?”

He looks up, your eyes meeting for a moment as he understands the double meaning of your words. Poking the tongue inside of his cheek, he looks behind you.

“I don't wanna be any burden to you. I will handle this by myself, somehow. I don't know how yet, but it's not your concern. I'm sorry for coming to you.”

“Don't,” he cuts you off, staring at you sternly. “Just stay here, okay?” he asks, sighing exhaustedly like this entire situation makes him both mentally and physically exhausted. 

It definitely exhausts you.

“Why?”

The question is simple. You don't expect him to give you a proper answer or any at this point. Yoongi might be honest but most of the time, he keeps his thoughts to himself. He's not one to open his heart and if he does, he does it almost emotionlessly. You know it's all an act. The often mentioned build-up wall you named in your mind. 

“Because I wanna help.”

That alone makes your breath hitch. Dryly gulping, you try not to react too much as you stand there not moving an inch.

“Do you, now?” you ask. You're aware of your stubbornness and the fact you're not making any of this easy. You should be happy that he's trying to help. At least someone is. Someone that doesn't need an explanation of what a fucked up deal you made. Someone that doesn't need an explanation of why you left your perfect and loving husband. So yes, he's here trying to help and you should be glad for it. A part of you thinks like that. 

But there's that part of you completely clueless by his intentions or inner thoughts. He's talking but at the same time he barely reveals anything. Perhaps your questioning and attitude is caused by still lingering hurt. 

“Yes,” he answers with a frown. “So let me help you.”

Features softening, you stare into those usually sharp eyes that somehow keep their shape despite the light behind them changing. Hesitantly, you take off your shoes and ignore the fact he's watching you the entire time. Once you're done, he leads you further down his small apartment. Not that he needs you. You know this place well and again, it's not like any of you need that reminder. 

“I can lend you some of my clothes.” he says, motioning for you to sit down on his couch.

You obey, placing your hands over your knees as you look around. Why are you suddenly nervous? Or is that discomfort you're feeling? You definitely imagined all of this to go differently. Still a little shaken up by everything that has happened today, everything starts to take its toll on you. 

“I'm not a tea drinker but I should have herbal tea somewhere. I will make you one.”

He doesn't wait for your response, simply walking away to his kitchen to prepare the tea. He's gone for a few minutes, but you refuse to even look in that direction. You hate that feeling of being alone. As soon as you're surrounded by the four walls and silence, minus the occasional sounds of drawers opening and closing that come from the kitchen, everything starts to replay in your mind like a broken record.

Luckily, Yoongi comes back with a cup of tea, placing it in front of you in utter silence. 

“Thanks.”

He only nods, slowly and carefully sitting down on the separate chair. 

“You can take my bed.”

“I can sleep on the couch.” you inform him. “I'm not fragile.”

He seems like he wants to argue at that statement, he keeps his mouth shut. The couch is nothing but uncomfortable and you both know that. But you don't need him sacrificing himself any more than he already has. 

“Don't fight me on this, alright?” he asks gently. When your stern frown meets his exhausted one, you press your lips into a tight line as you mutter out another thanks. “I've got sessions throughout the entire day, but feel free to do whatever you want.”

“I'll leave tomorrow morning. Thanks for letting me stay the night.” you tell him, meaning every word. 

“You can stay however long you want, okay?” He leans his head, trying to catch your eyes again. And once he does and your gaze naturally finds him, he deepens his stare as if to make sure you understand. “I'm barely at home. You'll have this place all to yourself. Not that there's much to do but…”

You press your lips tightly, a little grin threatening to crack. 

“I'll try to come home quickly. We'll figure it out, okay?”

Looking at him once more, you search his face for any answers that are yet to be answered. 

What do you mean, you want to ask. Since when does he want to get involved?

“I thought you didn't want to get involved.” you say silently, staring at your fumbling hands that rest in your lap. 

“Yeah, me too.” he mutters, his eyes not leaving his form. “I got myself involved the moment I nodded to Yeonseok's idea.”

Flinching at the sound of your husband's name, you clear your throat rather awkwardly. 

“It's not your responsibility to get into this mess. I know in a way you're involved, but you're not entirely involved in my and your brother's mess.”

It definitely sounds messy. The argument started with Yoongi, the entire trail of your thoughts started with him in a way. But he doesn't need to get involved more than that. It was a mistake on your part to come to his new place and search for him, in hope for some comfort. 

“Me staying here is just going to cause a disaster.”

You both know you're talking about your husband here. The look you both share says it all. 

“Yeonseok?” he still asks, chuckling a little.

You nod. 

“I'm not afraid of him.”

“I know you're not but he's… you know how he is. If he finds out I'm here–he probably already suspects I went to you. I'm not sure but I think he does.”

“I'll handle him if he comes here.”

You nervously nibble on your bottom lip. Your stupid decision to seek comfort and support from Yoongi might cause even a bigger mess. 

“Don't worry, okay? I'll handle it. Let me help you.”

After staring at him hesitantly, aware of vulnerability written all over your face, you give him a nod. Something that allows him to relax as he leans back, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. 

“Drink your tea before it gets cold. I'll prepare the bed for you.”

You open your mouth to argue but before you can do that, he's already on his feet walking away. Sighing in disappointment, you reach for the plain black cup nevertheless.

Yoongi doesn't leave for work too early, but early enough for you two not seeing each other. You wake up later than usual, very well aware your late night staring at the dark ceiling and not blinking an eye has a lot to do with it. No matter how tired you truly felt as soon as you laid into the fresh sheets, your mind just couldn't seem to stop working. 

Yoongi stayed true to his words. He stayed on his uncomfortable couch. Proposing sharing a bed is not something appropriate, despite you've shared a bed before. Things are different now. 

The first thing you did this morning, after blinking off any traces of sleep and staring around Yoongi's bedroom, was turning on your phone. No missed calls. You're not sure whether you're relieved or surprised. Yeonseok is usually very caring and tends to get worried. Deep down you know you expected to see at least a message.

It's better this way. Having him trying to reach you would just make you more uncomfortable. You know he's equally upset and even though you've never been through something like this, you made yourself clear.

Getting out of the bed, wearing Yoongi's clothes which you're trying not to think of much, you find a sticky note on a counter. A messily written note. You imagine him writing it at the last minute, hurrying to leave for work. 

There's some food in the fridge, feel free to make whatever you'd like. It's not much but it should do.

Simple, but effective. 

Turning on the kettle, you prepare a cup and tea. Wow, he really isn't a tea drinker. Choosing the only box he has there, you open the fridge to find good ingredients to make a proper breakfast from. You've never been much of a breakfast eater, but after you got pregnant that has changed. You've been craving more food now, even though you sometimes get sensitive about smells and taste.

You settle on a toast. It takes you around fifteen minutes to prepare everything. You purposely take your time, knowing there's nothing much for you to do for the rest of your day. Maybe you should change back into your clothes and leave Yoongi's apartment while he's at work. As much as he assured you he wants to help, you know that's not what he wanted at the beginning. Not that it matters, but something tells you the inconvenience your stay is going to bring. 

You're not a pity case. You hate the thought of him pitying you.

Regardless of your thoughts, your feet don't cross his doorstep. You're in the middle of watching a movie on his Netflix account (hoping he won't mind you using it) when your phone rings. Brows lift up to your hairline, seeing Yoongi is the one calling you. Pausing the movie, you clear your throat before answering. 

“Yes?”

“Um, hey.” Yoongi starts, clearing his tone from the sudden but apparent awkwardness. “Have you eaten?”

Something about that question makes you snort. 

He groans on the other line. Little do you know he's awkwardly scratching the top of his head. 

“I have.” you say with a smile grazing your lips. 

“I'm gonna buy some groceries after work,” he continues. “There are some flyers on the fridge. Feel free to order dinner, there are uh,” he stops for a second. “A few bucks in my nightstand.”

“Yoongi, I should–”

“Just stay there, okay?” 

He's met with silence. 

“Y/N.” 

Stopping yourself from biting your nails, you lick your dry lips. “Okay.”

Once Yoongi ends the phone call without saying anything else, you stay seated in utter silence – staring at the paused movie. It sounded like he needed assurement you wouldn't leave. You're not sure why he's so determined about you waiting up for him. You wouldn't do anything stupid, it's not like you've got many options to begin with. But you promised him you would stay. 

After all, he's the only person who's helping you at the moment. 

Back in Yoongi's studio, he places the phone back onto a counter with a thoughtful look. Too immersed in his thoughts, wondering what he's going to do once he comes back home, he doesn't notice Jimin coming from the back and joining him in the front. 

“Your next appointment is in five. You alright?” he asks, narrowing his eyes at his friend with a suspicious look. 

“Yeah.”

“Who was that on the phone? Your girlfriend?” he teases the older, laughing at Yoongi's unimpressed glare that tells him enough that he's not in the mood for a dumb teasing. 

Actually, he's not been in the mood since he arrived at the studio and opened it with Jimin's help. While Yoongi's tattooing, Jimin takes care of the phone calls and incoming customers. After he ran after you, his friends were kind enough that they took care of the studio. Without their help, he wouldn't be able to start working and would be forced to cancel his long-waiting appointments. He's not in a position to cancel them. Even after paying his debts, he still needs the money.

His aching back is also a good reason for his sour mood. 

“Don't hate me for asking. You've been quite secretive lately, no wonder we're all a little curious.” Even with Jimin's light grin, there's some truth to his words. 

However, Yoongi doesn't agree. 

He's not been secretive. He's always been the same. And he's sure what Jimin hints at is–

“Does it have something to do with your sister-in-law?” He's met with a tougher glare this time, causing Jimin's hands to lift up in surrender, showing him he means no harm.

“Is she okay though? She stormed out of here looking like a mess and then–”

“She's fine,” Yoongi cuts him off, tone harsher than he intended to which causes the younger's shoulders to drop. “Just some trouble back at home. Come on, the client is coming.” he mutters, walking to the back feeling Jimin's eyes on his back the entire time until he hears his cheerful greeting to one of Yoongi's new clients. 

Despite the lack of Yoongi's will to share any information about what happened in the span of twenty-four hours, Jimin and none of his friends have a clue in what a fucked up situation he found himself in.

He never said at what time he would be back. 

You've waited long enough for him to come, too embarrassed to admit your ears have been perked up at the littlest sounds, expecting the keys rustling in the lock. But when it was around eight and your stomach started to churn loud enough to no longer be ignored, you listened to Yoongi's words and ordered a delivery. 

At least something seems to go right when you're in the middle of opening one of the containers when you hear the door being pushed open. It shuts in the distance and with soon approaching footsteps, you come into an eye-contact with him. Two bags full of groceries are in his both hands as the delicious smell of fresh food invades his small apartment. He glances at the amount of containers before he looks at you. 

An almost inaudible Hi comes out of your mouth and instead of a vocal greeting, he nods in acknowledgement as he greets you back by it. 

“I ordered some for you.” you tell him, slowly – almost cautiously – sitting behind the table. 

“Thanks.” he says, eyes still lingering on the full table as your eyes widen in realization.

“Oh, I paid for it. I got a little carried away and got us a pizza and chicken wings. There's rice and a few side dishes as well.” 

Yoongi listens for a second, walking to the kitchen counter where he sets the grocery bags before he turns around. He stays rooted in his spot, eyes falling down on you as you give him a sheepish look. 

“I told you there's money in my nightstand. You didn't have to buy all of this.” 

Even with his little pointed look and tone, you know he means well. And perhaps he's too prideful to suck up the fact you paid for it. Yoongi did say there's a few bucks in his bedroom but the order you placed cost more than just a few bucks. Although, you never checked how much money he has there – it didn't even cross your mind – none of it matters. 

“I wanted to buy us dinner. It's my way of saying thanks for letting me stay here. It's the least I could do.”

Holding back any sort of reaction like you're used to when it comes to him, Yoongi sighs and rubs his face tiredly. Then he looks at you and cracks – what seems like an attempt to – smile.

He knows there's no way in arguing with you on this. 

“Thanks. You didn't have to though.”

“I know I didn't. I wanted to,” you assure him right away, smiling in his direction as if to silently say that you're done with this conversation. “Now eat up. I hope you haven't eaten dinner already.”

“I haven't,” he hums, joining you at the table as he looks at the containers opening them. “Just how much did you order?” he asks, lips twitching.

“A lot.” you laugh. 

Yoongi goes to grab utensils, washes his hands before joining you again at the table. The moment of you two sitting behind one table – just the two of you – having dinner feels odd. It feels oddly domestic. Just as the both of you are ready to dig in, Yoongi mutters a soft; 

“Thanks for the food.”

All you can muster is a soft smile without even looking at him, stuffing your mouth with the delicious pizza as you continue to eat in silence. 

After yesterday's late dinner and during the time he cleaned the kitchen, he asked you for your car keys and documents, so he could bring the car today. Not wanting to argue about that, you agreed to Yoongi's plan – making sure it's no bother which earned a certain type of look from him. Or was it a glare? 

You've had the whole morning to think of your next step. Yoongi had left earlier than yesterday, the only difference is that he informed you about him having to leave very early. Something about his day being fully packed, so the only time he can bring your car is in the evening.

Your entire life is currently a big mess. What was supposed to be the happiest stage in your life, you're spending it at your brother-in-law's place with nothing. All your stuff is back at home. Home. Can you call it that? 

Yeonseok has not contacted you yet. He's probably still upset over the argument and you've no idea what is going on inside his head. Not that you assume he has to contact you in the first place. Actually, you would be glad if he didn't contact you. 

Eventually, the two of you will have to talk. You're not ready. Not after everything that has been replaying in your mind nonstop. Sleep is the only time when you have enough time to rest, and even that is never guaranteed. 

One thing you know for sure, you can't stay here for too long. You don't want to overstay your welcome and despite what Yoongi told you on the phone yesterday, you just know he is going to want this place to himself eventually. Which means, you have to solve this with Yeonseok.

You do have money to stay at a hotel for the time being, but that's not a solution. Just a temporary one. You're pregnant for fuck sake. You're supposed to buy baby clothes and essentials, look around for a good crib and a stroller. Not being in someone else's home, invading their space and privacy and stressing yourself. On another note, it's safe to say that it is completely reasonable for you to stress. Who wouldn't?

The stress has completely invaded your life and while you're trying to keep your cool for the baby, it's bound for it to affect a thing or two. Like forgetting your appointment. 

Good thing is that when you go to check your phone (while trying to give yourself a break from your never-ending stressful thoughts), a reminder pops up on the screen. You've never been one to set reminders on your phone. Just a quick note if there was too much for you. But you've started doing that since going on these appointments that included the baby.

Looking at time, you still have two hours to get there.

But that's where the problem comes. You're without your car, so you're forced to list through your contacts before you dial the only person you've been seeing for the past two days. 

It rings too long to the point you get anxious. You could reschedule the appointment, but with how things have been going so far, you need the assurance that everything is fine with the baby. You haven't experienced anything alarming and concerning that could alarm you, but still. You don't want to neglect anything. If something happened, you would never forgive yourself. 

Whilst in the middle of nibbling on your nails, a gruff voice you've grown to use to reach your ears.

“Um, hi. I'm sorry to bother you, I know you're extremely busy today but–”

“What happened?”

“I'm such an idiot. I just checked my phone and my appointment is today. And you know, my car's not here and I could probably get there by a bus, but I don't know this neighborhood and I'm not sure if I could get there on time.” you quickly explain, not wanting to take much of his time.

You don't know everything about him, but he seems to be the type of person that gets annoyed when someone interrupts him while working.

If he is annoyed, he doesn't show it too much. 

Or it's hard to tell because his usual stoic demeanor can be recognized even through the phone. “What appointment?” he sighs.

“With–with the baby.” 

He stays silent for a moment, “What time is it?”

“It's half past ten.”

“I meant the appointment.”

“Oh,” you let out, chuckling at your mistake as you mentally facepalm yourself. But it's worth it, there's something like a huff of chuckle on the other line which breaks his usual demeanor you mentioned earlier. “In two hours.”

“Ah, fuck,” Yoongi sighs a little, “Okay. I will drive you there.”

“You sure?”

“How else you wanna get there?” he asks, which shuts you up for a moment.

“I mean, that's true but you said you're busy. Maybe I could quickly check the buses and get to your address. My car's there. Oh, how did I not think of it sooner?”

“Stop,” You pucker your lips as you freeze, almost as if Yoongi is right there. “Don't stress yourself. Just get ready, I'll pick you up in like an hour and half.”

“Thank you.” you say, sighing in relief. 

You imagine him nodding as he lets out a humming sound. He excuses himself before he ends the call. Your call falls down on your lap as you stare at the blank screen of his television. Ignoring the thumping of your heart from the entire call, you go get yourself ready.

Yoongi picks you up right on time, his car already parked in front of the building while you walk out of the entrance. When you get inside, you get a greeting in the form of a short nod before he puts the car into drive. Giving him location details, you nibble on your lip for a moment. His car smells like his cologne, mixed with cigarettes and mint. It's an odd scent. Despite you hating the smell of cigarettes, you don't seem to mind this mixture. Besides, the cigarettes' smell isn't that strong. 

“Thanks for coming to pick me up.”

Filling up the silence, you feel like it's the right thing to do because you're not going to spend the rest of the ride in an awkward silence. Glancing at Yoongi, he looks anything but awkward. It's like he's in his own space, distancing from everything and everyone, closing himself off as he focuses on driving.

“Is this the moment where you apologize for bothering me?” he questions, a tilt of teasing in his voice as he says it with the most neutral face. 

You stare at him, mouth agape before he briefly glances at you as he can't hold himself. His lips twitch slightly but you notice it right away. Breathing out a chuckle, you shake your head at him. Min Yoongi is freaking teasing you.

“I mean—you had to get here when you were working.” you point out. 

Though, you weren't planning on apologizing, he's right in a way. 

“But I insisted on leaving your car there. I insisted you drive with me.”

For obvious reasons, you think. Not that you want to admit it, but you're glad he didn't let you drive in the state you were in back then. 

“You don't have your car thanks to me, let's end it with that, okay?”

“Okay.” you agree, turning your head to the window as you stare at the streets and people passing.

Once the road and surroundings become more familiar, the oddness of this all comes to sit in the pit of your stomach. Meanwhile you stare at the tall building you've grown used to, Yoongi finds a good parking spot. Once the engine's off and business of the surroundings can be barely heard through the windows, you reach for the doorknob slowly. 

“You're gonna be fine from here?” he asks, not looking at you when you do glance at him. 

When you don't answer right away, he glances at you before you can find the proper words to tell him that you will be fine.

“You don't need me to go there with you?”

Even if his tone is nonchalant as if he's asking the most basic stuff, he takes you by surprise and makes your brows shoot up. “You would go there with me?” you ask, sounding not totally sold on that idea. 

Looking at him now, he already seems to be wanting to be in a different place. Not in front of a building full of doctors and inside with a bunch of pregnant females. Suddenly, the thought of seeing him there is a little laughable. 

So because of that, you haven't even thought about him being there. Until he said it. 

You do need to admit that you haven't been here alone ever since you got pregnant. Your OB/GYN is here, so you used to go here for check-ups way before that. Yeonseok was the one who joined you right after you got pregnant. Thinking of it now, you're reminded of how excited you were to go for these check-ups, not only to calm down your nerves if everything's right, but to see your baby. Even if you could hardly tell their body parts.

It became the thing between you and him. It's what most expecting parents do, but it became your special thing in a way. Something that you always looked for. Something you've always done together.

But now – it's the first time you're here alone. Yeonseok is not by your side and probably the most distant he's ever been in your life. That's on you though. It would be weird to ask him to come here, after everything that has been said between you and him. 

“I would, if you want me to.” Yoongi replies, catching your attention and as you slowly shake yourself out of your thoughts, you remember what the conversation is about.

“Wouldn't that be weird for you though?” you ask, noticing you still have ten minutes before your scheduled check-up.

He doesn't respond at first, deciding to ignore that question as he sinks deeper into his seat. Elbow coming up to rest against the door, he uses his fingers to rub his chin softly.

“Nothing I couldn't handle,” he decides to say, “You're acting a little weird, that's why I'm asking.”

Clueless to what Yoongi's thinking, he thinks of one of the reasons that could potentially get you acting weird, at least one that's generalized and comes to his mind first. He doesn't even have to think about it too much. You're worried that something's wrong, right? Aren't most pregnant women like that?

Maybe it's better you can't read his thoughts, or else he would get a nasty look in return. You are a little bit more sensitive. 

Should you just tell him? Again, you do not want to burden him in your shit any more than you already do. Telling him about Yeonseok would probably not only put him into a sour mood, but it would mean he would most likely try to understand you. You've figured out a long time ago that he's not bad at all. 

Yoongi is actually a sweet person. Still in his way, but without a doubt, he is one.

Making a decision of just telling him instead, be honest and in a hope he won't think you want to be pitied, you lick your lips as you shrug. “It's because it is weird. Yeonseok used to come with me every time.”

He's silent for a moment, “And now he's not here.” he adds without you having to finish as you nod, confirming his thoughts. 

“Which of course, doesn't mean you have to go with me.” you quickly correct whatever suspicion he might have. 

But looking at him, he looks anything but suspicious. He nods, more to himself than to you or your words, shrugging. “I understand shit about pregnancy, but it probably feels lonely to go there alone, right?”

Well, damn. The look you give him makes him shrug. 

“You don't need to pity me, Yoongi. It's not that big of a deal.”

“I still have to wait for you, right? Need to drive you back.”

“Well, it's up to you.” you mumble, tapping your fingers against your knee. “I don't want you to feel uncomfortable.”

“Around pregnant females?” he chuckles, “How bad can it be?”

“You can come with me, I think…” you nibble on your bottom lip, “I think I would like that.”

He nods.

“But only if you want to!”

By the time you're done talking, Yoongi's already unfastening his seatbelt, motioning for you to do the same. You can't believe you're doing this.

As you approach the building and navigate Yoongi where to go, you're not sure what's weird to begin with. The thought of going here all alone or the thought of Min Yoongi beside you.

What the fuck.

Pictures of vaginas, uterus and what it looks inside of women's uterus during pregnancy are everywhere. Don't get him wrong, he has seen a fair amount of vaginas and he's quite familiar with it, but not like this. It feels very… odd to be surrounded by a sketched version of it all. Obviously, he's never been in a waiting room like this one.

Sitting next to you soundlessly, he shifts on his spot as you seem to be immersed in your own thoughts. He has no idea why he agreed to this. While he knows you in no way forced him and perhaps you find a weirdness of his presence here as well, he just tried to do the right thing. 

You've been through a lot and as much as he tried to distance from it all, he's got you in his home. Maybe he's not very upfront about it or too enthusiastic, but he does help people that seem in a need of it. Even though he doesn't look like he loves doing it, he just does. Is it important if someone loves or hates helping others as long as they do it? 

Right next to him, legs crossed and fingers playing with your rings, you were right. There are couples, chatting silently with wide smiles as they can't see their little ones forming into a proper life. You were one of those people not long ago. 

You don't allow yourself to feel guilty about it. You did what you had to do to make sure not to hurt yourself or others even more. Only time will show if it was the right decision, but for now, it feels like the best one you could've made. 

On the other hand, you can't believe Yoongi is in a waiting room with you, staring obnoxiously at the image of a uterus. It's pretty laughable though.

Suppressing your laugh, you watch him stretch his legs as his arm rests in his lap. Ignoring the veins that mostly pop up because of the pressure of his posture, he makes himself comfortable. Does he find this weird too?

There is no way he has done this before in his life. Of course, he hasn't. 

“You know,” you murmur silently, just for you and him to hear. He glances at you, giving you his attention but then again, maybe he's glad he doesn't have to stare at the picture any longer. “You don't have to go inside with me.”

As usual, he has no shocked reaction to it. “I didn't even think about it.”

You open your mouth, a little offended look that gives it away as he cuts you off before you can say anything.

“I meant as I'll go and wait with you here.”

He tries to explain in his own nonchalant and informative way. Well, you can't get mad at that. Weirdly, you understand what he means. 

Leaning back and trying to make yourself more comfortable, you hope they'll take you soon so he doesn't have to wait too long. Despite his usually calm demeanor, Yoongi does not look like the type to like waiting. Well, who does? But he surely has no patience for this. Even more so that he has a job that he needs to go back to. 

Luckily, the door opens soon and the nurse you're familiar with calls you in. Some couples like to come early, probably too excited to not mind waiting it out here. Some of them are called as well, since there are more ambulances on this floor.

You grab your things before standing up, making your way inside as the nurse stops you. “Is the young man not going with you?”

Since Yoongi and you were sitting close together, there's a low chance he would be a stranger considering there are free seats on both sides of you. She asks long enough, looking at Yoongi with a welcoming and friendly smile. 

“Ah, that's my friend.”

“We're only screening today. It's up to you though.” she reminds you, smiling widely. You would too if you had her paycheck. It's a private hospital after all.

Not trying to catch too much attention about something so… normal, Yoongi directs his eyes from the nurse to look at you. “It's up to you.”

“As long as you're comfortable with it, Mrs. Min. It was just a suggestion. I know some women bring their friends with them, no matter the gender.” she tries to joke, your smile tight and awkward.

“I'm a family friend.” Yoongi justifies, as if that makes it any better.

It's a look of realization that hits you and you watch it in horrification as her smile grows even wider. “Oh, yes! You do look very familiar. You must be Mr. Min's family, right? It's so lovely of you to come here!”

She's kind and clearly enthusiastic, you can't share it with her though. Staring at Yoongi in pure panic, he gives the nurse an unsure smile as he tries to make things clear – which is not like him at all. 

“I'm his brother.”

You would've guessed he would just keep his mouth shut at Yeonseok's mention, not confessing his relation to him at that. 

“Oh, come on then. Let's look at your niece or nephew.”

You close your eyes, ready to facepalm yourself in front of the entire waiting room as you embrace yourself. You're not sure whether you should laugh at the irony or cry in horrification. 

Yoongi presses his lips tight, nodding awkwardly as he glances back at you, giving you the final decision. 

“I'm okay with that.”

Despite the irony and awkwardness of this all, it would feel less lonely to be inside and look at the baby. Not thinking about the entire biology and blood related thing, Yoongi is a family. Whether we are speaking only metaphorically or taking biology into consideration. If he wasn't fine about it, he would say so, right?

You see he's a little unsure as he stands up, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck as the nurse ushers you both come in. It's hard to decipher what's going on inside Yoongi's head. One thing's sure and that is he's nowhere in his field. He still walks in the room, trailing slowly behind you as another familiar room welcomes you.

Just as your doctor undoubtedly notices Yoongi's presence as soon as she looks up from the computer's screen. 

“It's Mrs. Min's brother-in-law.” The nurse cheerfully informs your doctor, clearly unaware of how much more awkward she is making it for you two. 

You can't be mad at her though. She doesn't know. Yoongi does send her a glare which causes you to inconspicuously elbow him when none of them are looking. He shrugs. After all, it is his fault he admitted his entire relation to you. If he kept his mouth shut and just went with being just a friend, it would be less awkward than this. 

“It's nice to meet you! Let's look at the baby!” Mrs. Kim, the doctor, says as she stands up and motions for you to lay down. 

Trying to shake off any discomfort, you lay down and look at Yoongi for a split second. He stays at the end of the bed, trying to look around as if watching the scene in front of him would make you entirely uncomfortable. It's not like he hasn't seen every inch of you. 

Rolling up your shirt just as Mrs. Kim sits down on her stool and prepares the lubricant gel, you spot Yoongi giving you a side glance. His eyes suddenly turn into a big size, naturally finding the small but evident bump you just revealed. 

You intertwine your fingers together and put them above your stomach, you try to stay calm. 

“This will get slightly cold, you know the drill, Mrs. Min.” The doctor chuckles, squirting a proper amount of the gel onto your lower stomach.

Your attention is turned elsewhere, away from the man who seems so out of place at the moment. You focus it on the screen next to your head, recognizing the familiar sight and colors. However, this time everything's bigger and more visible which makes your chest tight and eyes tear up. 

Whether it's your hormones or current situation that makes you so emotional, all the pressure suddenly leaves for a moment at the sight of your baby.

“Everything seems to be looking just alright, Mrs. Min,” she informs you with a smile, giving you a quick glance as she moves the scanner around your lower stomach. “Come closer, Mr. Min. Have a look.” she urges him, just like the nurse, completely oblivious to everything. 

Yoongi looks like he wants to protest, almost ready to shake his head but when she turns to him with an encouraging smile, he sighs and comes closer. He leans forward.

“There is the head,” she explains to him just like she did to you and Yeonseok before. “And arms and legs.”

He stares, mouth agape. Straightening himself, he clears his throat and gives her a nervous smile. But it comes out crooked. You almost snort at that.

“The baby is on the smaller side.”

“Is that a bad thing?” you question immediately.

“Not at all, it's not anything abnormal or to be concerned about. It mainly depends on the parents.” she explains, calming you down which makes you sigh in relief. “Would you like to know the gender?”

“You can see that?” you almost jump, seeing her smile curve into a wider one.

“Mhm,” she nods, “It might not be a hundred percent accurate, you're still at fifteen weeks.”

“Wow, well–”

“We can wait for your husband if that's what you prefer.” she assures you, a sour taste coming into your mouth as you look at Yoongi. 

“It's whatever you want.” he reminds you silently, the corner of his lips lifting.

By how things look with Yeonseok, you're not sure if waiting for him has any meaning. Fuck. You don't even know if he wants to be the father. How can you possibly just wait it out?

“We could do it on your next scan, it will be more accurate. But I can see it now and I'm eighty percent sure.”

Nibbling on your lip, you literally say fuck it in your head. “Tell me please.”

She chuckles, “From the looks of it, you're expecting a baby girl, Mrs. Min.”

A chuckle of disbelief and joy escapes your mouth, knowing whatever the answer would be, you would be just as ecstatic. It's just knowing the truth and more information about your baby is enough to make you a crying mess. 

“I'm sorry,” you giggle, putting a palm over your mouth as you smile widely. 

“Congratulations, Mrs. Min.” The doctor and nurse speak at the same time.

“Congrats.” Yoongi says, squeezing your ankle. You bite your lip, giving him a slight nod.

The doctor hands you the wipes and lets you wipe the lubricant off your skin. You're taken back when Yoongi offers you his hand when you sit up.

“We'll just draw your blood to run some tests and you're free to go.”

“Are you happy?” Yoongi asks silently once the doctor and nurse are nearby, but not enough to hear you two. The nurse is preparing the needle while the doctor writes the report to your patient card. 

“I am,” you answer with a smile, “I still would be regardless of the gender.”

“A little girl.” he mutters, zoning out for a second.

“A little girl.” you confirm.

You both stare at each other until the nurse comes back and interrupts you, preparing you to draw your blood. “Are you good with needles and blood, Mr. Min?”

He cocks his brow at her, showing her his tattooed sleeve, popped out veins along with it. She blushes in return. She freaking blushes as she laughs a little. You watch the exchange with a deadpan look. He smirks, cockily shrugging when he notices your stare.

She draws your blood, handing you water after she's done just in case. After everything's done, you schedule another appointment before you're free to go. Happily clutching the printed ultrasound, you put it into your purse to keep it safe once you get inside Yoongi's car. 

You're both silent, again, deep in your thoughts until the replay of what happened just a few minutes ago makes you ask. “Why did you tell her about being Yeonseok's brother?”

“Why? Should I have not?” he questions right back.

“I just didn't expect that. You're not exactly too keen on informing others about your relation to him. It just seemed odd,” you shrug, voicing out your thoughts. “It felt… awkward. Y'know, considering everything.”

Yoongi stays silent, lips in a thin line before he sighs. “I panicked.”

“You panicked?” you ask, laughing a little at that. “Because of what?”

“I don't know!” he exclaims, almost whining which makes you giggle. “She kept asking and I just didn't know what to say. Wouldn't it be weird for me to be there as your friend?”

“Hm, I don't think so,” you answer, “You heard her. Many friends come there. She doesn't have to know we're not friends.”

“Ouch,” he tries to play it off, clutching his chest as he keeps his eyes on the road. “Are we not friends?”

“I don't know, you tell me. Bro in law.”

“You did not just call me that.” he cringes, causing you to laugh. 

“You were the one who was adamant of being my brother-in-law instead of a friend.” you remind him cheekily, watching the way he looks away in embarrassment. 

“I panicked.” he mutters rather grumpily causing you to hold your laughter.

After a moment of silence, you look at him again. “Thanks for going there with me. Inside too. It felt nice not having to do that alone.”

“I thought so.” He confesses.

“What do you mean?”

“I thought you might feel lonely,”

You're not sure how to feel about that statement.

“And you're welcome.” he says, though his eyes stay on the road, distant and out of reach.

Delicious smell flows through Yoongi's home as soon as he opens the front door. After he drove you back to his place, he went to work and listened to Jimin's nagging of being a few minutes late. After today, he felt like he could handle anything so Jimin's scolding did nothing to him. Not that it did before but this time, he decided to ignore him instead saying; Well I'm here now.

Jimin, speechless and annoyed, stayed quiet and only shook his head at his boss and friend. What else for him was to do when Yoongi greeted the client and shut the door behind them, hiding from the entire world.

He loves his work. Partly because he's distracted and has no time to think about unnecessary things. Which came handy especially today.

While he was busy working, you don't have much to do. After staring at the scan for a few minutes and dodging your family's calls, you decided to hop into the nearest grocery store. It's been a while since you baked, you prefer cooking but you've been craving something sweet. At least that's what you told yourself, that's the reason why you decided to abuse Yoongi's kitchen. Not because you wanted to do something nice for him, as another thank you for being there for you.

You've no idea if Yoongi even likes cakes.

So when he suddenly appears between his living room and kitchen, at first you have no idea how to explain the slowly disappearing mess that you've tried to clean off before he arrives. 

“I baked bundt cake,” you inform him, palm spreading and pointing straight at the fresh cake where steam still flows into the air. “I hope you like cakes.”

“Cakes are fine,” Yoongi mutters, watching you wipe off his counter right away.

“I'm sorry about the mess, I tried to clean it before you come.”

“'S fine.” he says, still standing in the same spot. He is not sure what to think of this. 

You finish the last traces of any mess, the good smell, you hope, the only sign of baking remaining. 

“Listen,”

You put the kitchen towel back to place, watching him with doe and curious eyes. 

“I was thinking. Maybe you should get your clothes and stuff.”

You stare, Yoongi clearing his throat as he shakes his head.

“I meant from your home. You don't have much clothes here and it must be uncomfortable not having your things with you.”

“Are you asking me to move in, Min Yoongi?” you tease, trying to hide your natural reaction which you're not sure what exactly is. 

He cringes but chuckles, “You're welcome to stay here.” 

You smirk at his diplomatic response before any traces of amusement are gone, a heavy sigh leaving your lips. “You're right. I probably should do that. The thing is–”

A sound of a doorbell rings through the apartment, your eyes meeting as soon as the sound reaches your ears. “Are you expecting someone?”

He shakes his head. His friends know better than to come unexpected, even though he wouldn't put it past them. Without saying anything, he leaves with a thoughtful look to get the door. Something sits in your stomach, perhaps feeling like something's bad coming.

You barely finish the thought when you recognize the voice of your husband, rushed and angry footsteps. It happens in a millisecond and he's revealed in the flesh, shoving Yoongi in the chest. 

“Where is she?!” he asks, too upset to notice you first but the shock causes you to yelp in surprise, clutching your chest as you watch Yoongi shoving him back. 

However, Yeonseok doesn't reciprocate as the sound coming from you makes his head snap in your direction. He straightens, shocked to see you here but then it turns into a knowing and pained look.

“Of course you're here,” he exclaims.

“Calm the fuck down.” Yoongi warns him. Yeonseok knows better than to react to that, too immersed in you, seeing you in his brother's kitchen. Eyes moving to the freshly baked bundt cake, the one you baked for him multiple times and that's when you see rage coming back. 

“So you live here now?!” he yells, causing you to flinch as you can't move for some reason. You're frozen, unable to move an inch as you helplessly watch the scene in front of you. “Playing a happy family with the man that knocked you up?”

“Someone had to when you couldn't.” Yoongi snaps, a loud gasp leaving your mouth as your palm slap against it, eyes fully wide.

Yeonseok lashes at his brother while you watch in horror as Yoongi is being pushed roughly into the wall.

“Stop!” you yell at your husband, already knowing where this is going. “I came to him! It's not his fault!”

“No, but he welcomed you with open arms, didn't he?” he seethes, clutching Yoongi's shirt in his fists as he throws you a nasty glare. “Waiting for this moment to piss me off and get back at me.”

You don't bother explaining to him that no, it didn't happen like that and from what you can clearly remember, he wasn't too keen on getting himself involved. Whatever it is, he still helped you in the end and that's what upsets Yeonseok. 

“Yeonseok, listen to him,” you grit through your teeth, stepping closer as he refuses to look at you now that you're closer. “I had nowhere to go.”

“Bullshit!” he yells, Yoongi growling at him for raising his voice as Yeonseok only tightens his hold. “Tell me one reason why I shouldn't knock your teeth out right now.”

He is a maniac. Yoongi is a fucking maniac because he laughs in Yeonseok's face, not exactly fighting his hold as if the thought of Yeonseok coming even close to getting violent is a joke itself. Perhaps it is. You've never seen Yeonseok fighting or getting violent. You don't like it. 

“Do it, if it makes you feel better.” Yoongi prompts him with a grin, another gasp yet leaving your mouth.

“Yoongi!”

Yeonseok growls at his brother, throwing Yoongi more into the wall as you cringe at the impact. However, the said man looks unbothered and completely loosen up, showing no resistance. This whole I don't care attitude just pisses Yeonseok even more, prompts him to act violent and upon his anger.

“You're enjoying this, aren't you, huh?!” he yells in his face. Yoongi only scoffs, looking sideways to shield himself from Yeonseok's loud voice hitting him right in the face. “Having my wife in this scrappy place of yours–you've waited for this opportunity.”

Yoongi scoffs, finding Yeonseok's accusation nothing but funny. “The wife you couldn't respect the moment she wanted to break-up.”

Yeonseok's mouth opens in a mild shock, his gaze momentarily falling on you as he stares in utter disbelief. You know how it seems. It's not hard to think what Yeonseok's thinking right now. His assumptions are proved right in his slightly hazy mind. It's not helping with his anger and pain at all. He thinks you really spilled everything to Yoongi. And while you were honest with his brother, it wasn't for some vile reason to hurt Yeonseok. You had to talk to someone and Yoongi would get it. He knows your situation. 

“Aren't you two just lovebirds?”

“Yeonseok–” You sigh, exhaustion prominent on your face and voice. 

“S–” He lifts his hand up to stop you. “Shut up.”

His audacity and the fact he has never spoken to you that way leaves you speechless. You're not able to react but there's barely any time to as Yeonseok seems unhinged, seeing red. 

“Have you fucked her again? Huh? Have you enjoyed fucking her when she's still my wife? We were supposed to be a family. You ruined it.”

“You're delusional if you think I ruined your family.” Yoongi argues, scoffing once again as Yeonseok grunts and pushes him into the wall. 

“Yeonseok, that's a serious accusation. I told you, I came here because I had nowhere else to go.”

“Bullshit!” he yells at you, spits of anger landing in front you as you frown. 

“If you just let me explain–we need to talk. We could still be a family, it's you who said–”

“I know what I said Y/N,” Yeonseok cuts you off, voice angered and powerful. “But I knew you would come running to this–” He looks in pure disgust at Yoongi who only lifts his brow at him. 

“You would what?” Yoongi pushes, “You would want a single mother?”

Yeonseok's face twists in another sign of betrayal and turns into anger. “And you would want her? Is that what you're saying? Take her then. Not so cocky right now, huh?”

Yoongi pushes into him, silently warning Yeonseok to keep his mouth shut. There's nothing you can physically do. You can barely move, watching and listening to the words closely as your heart cracks with each spiteful word your husband says. It's the shock of hearing him talking about and with you like that.

You're not innocent in this at all, but this could've been talked about when everyone's calmed down. Actually, Yoongi shouldn't even be a part of it. Whatever is talked about should be kept between you and Yeonseok. Yet again, you're reminded that Yoongi is currently in this position because of you and your mistake of coming to him. 

“You can't be a father, Yoongi,” Yeonseok mocks him, “You just wanted her for a good fuck, is that it? You wanted to get back to me because you're a pathetic brother just as much as you're a pathetic son.”

“Yeonsoek, that's enough!” you yell, no longer keeping quiet but he ignores you, continuing to spit venom in Yoongi's neutral face.

“Try raising my kid–since you so much helped making it.”

You gasp, face twisting into a glare that's shooting at Yeonseok's back.

“Your kid?” Yoongi laughs.

“Yes, my kid.” Is the one argument Yeonseok doesn't let off. 

“Let's see who the kid resembles when they're born.”

And that's the final line Yoongi gets to say with a smirk on his face, completely provoking Yeonseok to the core as he can no longer stand it. He growls before a punch is thrown at Yoongi's face, causing him to almost slide off the way. He catches himself and while you yelp, hands covering your mouth in a pure shock even though you should see it coming. You've never thought you would witness such a violence, let alone a fight shared between two brothers. 

They've never had a good relationship. Though, you never expected them to come to the point where they actually fight. 

Yoongi straightens himself, thumb brushing the corner of his mouth to wipe off a droplet of blood that is a result of Yeonseok's fists. Everything is silent for a second, besides the harsh breaths coming from Yeonseok's angered state and Yoongi's calm breathing. For a split second, you think everything ended. Literally.

But you would be delusional to think otherwise, to think they're done. Because one second you see Yoongi staring deadly at Yeonseok and before the older brother can react, Yoongi's fist meets Yeonseok's jaw in a loud crack, causing him to stumble into the kitchen counter. You gasp, yelling Yoongi's name as you try to catch Yeonseok, so he doesn't hit the edge of the counter. He shakes you off the moment you get to barely touch him, almost as if you burned him.

Frowning, you step aside. 

“That's for every second you've disrespected her since you came here,” Yoongi spits at his brother, shaking his fist and bloody knuckles.

Yeonseok's too busy holding up his bloody nose. The sight makes your stomach churn, both in disgust and worry.

“And you fucking know you deserve much more.”

Yeonseok's eyes shut in pain, shaking his hand to get some of the blood off it. You watch it stain Yoongi's floor and you immediately cringe at the sight. 

He would have a lot to say, preferably arguing back to Yoongi that it could be an endless fight. This has to end. 

Yeonseok is barely in pain, holding himself bravely though as he straightens himself and stares at Yoongi before he moves it at you. “Fuck both of you.”

He storms out of the apartment, leaving not only a mess on Yoongi's kitchen floor and face, but in your heart too. 

You're met with a warning glare the moment you press a little too hard. Though, the man in front of you remains silent as none of you dare to speak up. The cake is long forgotten, destined to be thrown away like most things in your life. Besides the blood still covering Yoongi's floor – even if it's just a few droplets – you've moved to his bathroom to take care of his wounds.

He argued not to but you insisted, throwing him a warning glare that made him agree.

“Are you okay?” he speaks up, breaking the silence as you toss away the disinfected cotton wool into the bin.

“Do I seem okay?” you question him, “What were you thinking, Yoongi?” you scold him, frowning once again as he opens his mouth before his own frown settles on his back then calm face. 

“What was I thinking? I'm not the one who barged in here to pick up a fight.”

“You provoked him to hit you, don't tell me otherwise.”

“I won't let him speak to me or to you that way in my home.”

That's a valid point. 

Yet you can't stop thinking that all of this could've been avoided if he just wouldn't provoke him. 

“Yeonseok is not violent, he wouldn't have hit you if you kept your mouth shut.”

“So I'm the bad guy here?” Yoongi exclaims, closing his eyes as he rubs his forehead for a second. “He had it coming and I don't regret it.”

“Yoongi–”

“No. Maybe you're okay with him slutshaming and disrespecting you, but I'm not. I'm not gonna stand there and run his mouth just because he's a fucking pussy.”

“I'm not saying–I get that. But you literally pull on his infertility. That wasn't fair nor nice, Yoongi.”

Yoongi sighs, staring at the ceiling to calm himself down. “That might be right. Wasn't exactly fair, but at that moment I didn't care. And looking at it now, I don't care now either.”

You stare at him in disappointment and sadness, leaning yourself against the sink as you hug yourself with your shaky arms. 

Yoongi watches you, gaze softening. “I'm not perfect either, Y/N. I'm far from it actually.”

“I'm not okay with what he said either. But you don't see me hitting him.”

“He hit me first.”

“Yes, because you provoked him to. And you fucking know it!”

Yoongi stares before an amused smirk makes it on his face. 

“Don't fucking look so pleased!” 

He laughs, shaking his head before his smile slowly drops and you're met with soft eyes again. 

“He would've left if we just–I don't know–but I'm sure there could've been no violence. He's hurt, Yoongi. I left him because I was no longer happy in that marriage. He's heartbroken.”

“Are you making excuses for him?”

“No!” you automatically argue.

“Sure sounds like it.” Yoongi scoffs.

You groan, rubbing the side of your face in frustration. 

“You're here scolding me and raising your voice when he came here and insulted not just me, but you too. And you're still trying to understand him?”

“It's because I know why he feels like that! It doesn't mean it's right! This could've gone so differently–and you just kept going. I told you guys to stop–but you ignored me and provoked him–” You stop yourself, staring at Yoongi who just stands in the middle of his bathroom watching you silently. His brows lift up causing you to sigh in defeat. “I'm sorry. I'm taking it out on you because you're here.”

Yoongi stays silent for a moment, letting you drown in your frustration and regret. His point is proven, he has nothing else to say. 

“Obviously I know he's not right either. What he did was stupid–he already came here angry and to see me here–” You sigh, sniffling a little as you turn around to grip the sink. You breathe through the urge to cry and break in front of Yoongi. “I know we talked about this but I should've never come here. This would not happen if I wasn't here.”

“Stop,” he stops you. Lifting up your gaze, you meet his eyes in the reflection of his mirror. “It's not your fault he acted like an asshole.”

“Yoongi, but in a way I provoked him too by coming here. By staying here.”

“That's messed up to think that,” he still argues back. “You know why you came here. Come on, we talked about this. Stop putting more blame onto yourself. He doesn't do it and you shouldn't either.”

“Because I know what I am saying is the truth.”

“It's your truth,” Yoongi points out, walking closer to you. “Know what I'm sayin'?”

You sniffle, “No.”

He laughs silently, eyes crinkling at the ends as his teeth are on full display. He turns you around by gently gripping onto your shoulder. You're stubborn, not wanting to face him as he nudges your chin to look up at him. His thumbs brushes underneath your eyes, preventing the tears sliding down your cheeks. 

“You know, you're just stubborn.” he muses amusingly and softly, just like his sound is. “Now I'm going to wipe the mess in the kitchen and will make us some tea.”

You stare at him in disbelief, seeing him taking a few steps away from you. He turns his back to you, ready to walk out. But he stops in his tracks. 

“And Y/N?”

You look at him with watery eyes. 

“Don't think of running away.”

It's a simple sentence, a tiny bit teasing on his part and you barely manage to break a smile. He does not stay for any longer, taking care of the mess in his kitchen just like he said he would.

When you join him, you see him wiping the last remains of your husband's blood before his kitchen is just as new. Yoongi tells you to sit on the couch and turn on a movie. You don't argue even though watching a movie is the last thing on your wishlist. He joins you shortly after. The bundt cake sliced neatly on a plate, accompanied with two cups of tea. He munches on the cake throughout the movie, even offers you to eat but you shake your head at him, declining his offer. 

He manages to eat all the slices, handing you a blanket when he sees you hugging yourself. 

“Yoongi?” you speak silently throughout the movie. 

“Hm?” 

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

The side of your face pressed against the couch, you stare up at him. “For everything.”

“Are you getting sentimental for me?” he muses, turning it into fun and you realize, you prefer it that way. It loosens up the entire moment and situation, even if just a little bit.

“No, just thankful. I know it sounded like I blamed you, it was wrong of me. You were just here and I let my frustration out on you.”

He smiles, shaking his head as if silently telling you to let it go. “I told you I'm not perfect. I am to be blamed for a lot of things. But I don't regret it.”

“Even if your knuckles are cracked?”

A silent laugh comes from the side. “They're not fully cracked but yeah, even then.”

For the first time after the fight, you let a laugh out of yourself as well.

“Come on, you should go to bed. We'll talk about it more tomorrow.”

“Talk about it?” you question, swallowing down a yawn that wants to let out. He's right. You're tired and should go to bed. 

“The clothes, you need to get them. I will go with you.”

You sit up, hair a little bit ruffled which makes Yoongi stifle back a laugh. “You will? You sure?”

“Yeah, I don't mind.” 

He doesn't tell you that he doesn't want you to interact with Yeonseok, just in case he's there. Considering how shaken up you're from their interaction earlier, and yours too, you shouldn't go through that alone. You're pregnant for fuck sake. You've been through a lot while carrying a fucking human inside of you. That shit is mental.

He makes it sound easy, so easy that you just as easily agree and stand up to move to the bedroom. You linger at the edge of the couch, thinking about still having to change your clothes and take a quick shower. 

“It's probably weird, especially after Yeonseok's outburst but you should sleep in the bedroom tonight as well.”

“Don't listen to him,” he says simply, “But are you sure though?”

“Yeah, I don't mind.” you repeat his earlier words, smiling at it which causes him to chuckle at your slight teasing. 

“Fine, my back will thank you tomorrow.”

Laughing, you retrieve to the bedroom to get your sleeping clothes that consist of Yoongi's oversized shirt and a pair of shorts. God, you really need your own clothes.

While you're in the shower, Yoongi lets the movie continue without actually paying any attention to it. His knuckles slightly burn, the skin there trying to heal. A side of his jaw hurts but knowing Yeonseok's in a worse state makes it better. It's a little bit childish, he admits that but that asshole deserved it. He thinks he can just punch him and not expect a punch back? 

His parents would curse the shit out of him. Regardless if Yeonseok was the first one to attack, Yoongi would be painted as the one that's violent because he fought back. Fuck. He can already hear their potential words so clearly.

You shouldn't have fought back.

It's your fault he's angry.

They've always seen him in a bad light. Partly, he doesn't blame them. He's always been more controversial and wild than his brother. The thing is it wasn't accepted in the family and was approached with a massive hit of criticism and negativity. Partly, Yoongi blames them for how he turned out. 

Reaching for his phone, he dials Jimin's number without a second thought. He had enough time to think this through and know that he promised something, he can't change it. He would look like a total asshole. Plus, he doesn't want to change it. Somehow, you've grown to like him. It's embarrassing to admit, but seeing you in such a poor state makes him pity you. You would hate him for these thoughts, that much he knows. 

“Bro, it's like night.” Jimin accepts the call with a scolding tone.

“I need you to take tomorrow's appointments.”

“Why? Are you okay?” he asks immediately, tone changing to a confused one. Yoongi has never canceled any of his appointments. A part of keeping his business good and professional, he always dedicated all of his time there. He's not surprised by Jimin's confusion.

“Yeah, I just have some errands to run and I won't be able to be there for a whole day.” He gives a brief explanation, not giving any details. 

It's not like he doesn't want to share. Even though he's not a sharing type and keeps stuff to himself, he doesn't see any point in sharing a huge portion of your mess that is called life. It just doesn't seem fair at all.

“Dude, everyone's gonna be mad. They want you, you know that!” Jimin argues, panicking which is understandable. 

Yoongi doesn't brag about it, but he knows most clients come to him for their tattoos specifically. Everyone in his team is good, he doesn't doubt it. But even they know how some people come to the studio specifically for Yoongi. 

“I can't reschedule them, I'm fully packed.”

“Duh, I know that! What are you even doing Yoongi?”

“None of your business,” Yoongi answers calmly and casually, causing his friend to groan loudly into the receiver. “Just do it. If they don't wanna get tattooed, just give them back their deposit. Or reschedule their appointments, though they might wait months.”

“This better be worth it.” He hears him mumble.

“It's a family emergency.” It's the only explanation Yoongi offers him.

“Family? You don't care about your family.” Jimin points out the obvious, causing Yoongi to purse his lips slightly offended. 

It's not like he doesn't care about them. Sure, he seems like it but it's not exactly the truth. He doesn't blame Jimin for thinking it though. He made it seem and obvious as if he doesn't care about them. In some fucked up twisted way, he does. 

“Thanks, I owe you.” Yoongi ignores his previous words, not putting them any more attention than he already did by listening to them. 

“You bet…” Jimin mutters under his breath, not having enough time to complain as his kind friend ends the call with that.

Later after he takes a shower while you're already in bed, he joins you. He thinks you're asleep but by the sound of your breathing and fidgeting, you're still awake.

“Can't sleep?”

You flinch a little, probably surprised by his sudden voice and the fact he's aware of you being awake. “It's the baby.”

“Is something wrong?” Yoongi asks right away without thinking of it. He lays back, clearing his throat as he stares at the plain ceiling instead. The entire bedroom is swallowed in darkness, letting only moonlight in. He has noticed you prefer sleeping that way and he doesn't have the heart to close curtains. 

“No,” you giggle, “She's just moving a lot. Sometimes even kicks me.”

“She… she does?” Yoongi asks, unsure. He has zero knowledge about babies. Let alone how it properly works inside a woman's uterus. It's pretty laughable because he's that clueless.

“Yeah, probably won't let me sleep for a while.”

“What a brat.” Yoongi mutters and you gasp, elbowing his side as he cackles at you. 

“You did not just say that,” you exclaim, offended as he continues to laugh silently under his breath. “She's been an active baby lately.” 

You've no idea why you're even telling him that. Something just wants you to fill up the sentence. You and him don't talk about the baby a lot. It seems like a taboo topic for understandable reasons and that's solely for not making it too weird.

Yoongi's quiet and while your eyes have adjusted to the darkness, you can clearly see him fully awake with eyes open, staring thoughtfully at the ceiling. You turn to your side, hissing when you feel a light kick in your ribs coming from inside.

“What are you thinking about?”

He doesn't look like he wants to answer, something holding him back. But then he probably seems awkward enough so he swallows, shrugging.

“My mom always said I moved a lot and shit like that. You know–like when she was pregnant.”

The hint of something that has been secretive but very obvious to you from the start causes your breath to catch in your throat. You've never openly talked about the baby being biologically Yoongi's. It's not something you can forget and despite not talking about it, you've been thinking about it almost all the time.

“Oh…”

“Yeah…” he mutters. “Is that weird shit to say?”

“It's not weird,” you assure him softly. Kind of. “I actually find it interesting. If it… if it was a stranger I probably wouldn't know these things.”

“Forget about it, I was just babbling. It just reminded me of that when you said…”

“It's okay, Yoongi.” You laugh at that, feeling his embarrassment. It's practically seeping from him. “Thank you for that. I mean–I'm grateful for that information. Is that a weird thing to say?”

“No, unless we make it weird.” he states, voice different from the usual laid back Yoongi you know. It's kind of cute.

“Okay, let's not make it weird. Let's talk about something else.”

“Talk? You should sleep.”

“I can't when she's moving around so much.” you argue.

It's silent for a moment.

“Does… does it hurt?”

“Sometimes,” you admit softly, “But not so much yet. It probably will get worse once she's bigger.”

“God, why do women go through that?” he mumbles, causing you to snort.

“If your mother didn't go through that, you wouldn't be here.”

“What a lovely life that would be.” he hums thoughtlessly, while you choke back onto your laughter.

“Don't say that!” you scold him. “None of us have asked to be here.” 

“True.”

Again, a little awkward silence is shared between you. Well, you're not sure it's purely awkward but you're both fully awake, not ready to fall asleep just yet. You don't know about Yoongi but…

You groan when the little baby growing inside you starts to move around again. You caress your stomach, feeling as if she has a hiccup. “I think she has a hiccup.”

He probably doesn't care, but you share that thought out loud. 

“You can feel that?” He sounds confused.

“Yeah,” you nod. “You wanna feel it?”

He stays silent. And for a second, you're sure you've crossed a line and he will just go backwards, distancing from you and the entire situation. 

Indeed, Yoongi feels a little awkward about your question. He has distanced himself, not wanting to admit the fact that you're indeed carrying a baby he helped conceive. It's a weird shit to think about. He can't think about it because it automatically makes him feel uncomfortable. He never had a plan to stay in contact with you. 

He would never imagine sharing a bed with you, unless it was for a sex. And you had lots of it. Maybe not as much as he wanted but still. 

If he knew you would be laying in his bed pregnant, he would probably never agree to this. As bad as it sounds. 

This scares him.

But then he thinks of you and your perspective. He has no idea what your thoughts are, well some of them. But something about your innocent and sweet tone makes him rethink. You're here, after an awful day, not crying like he has expected you to do. He sees the light in your tone, one that's caused by the baby growing inside you. You're trying to be friendly, having just as friendly a conversation and Yoongi realizes – he's that for you. 

A friend. 

You need a friend. You've no one else to talk about it, not currently at least. You've distanced yourself from everyone else for understandable reasons, and he can relate to that.

“Won't that be awkward?” he questions. 

“Not unless you make it to be.” you hit him back with his own words, the fact causing his mouth to twitch. 

“Okay, sure. It's a one time experience anyway.”

You snort, “You make it sound as if you won't ever meet a pregnant lady.”

“I've met a few but never had an urge to touch their belly. That shit's weird.”

Giggling, you shake your head at him. “Maybe in the future, you will.”

“Future?” he asks, completely confused. 

“Maybe if you're gonna have a wife or a girlfriend.” you say, slightly unsure of this topic. Is it okay for you to talk about this? Either way, it's too late to not answer his question anyway. 

After all, this specific topic shouldn't be weird.

“I don't want kids,” he informs you, carefully but sternly at the same time. “So that's not happening.”

Sighing, you don't argue about that. If he accidentally gets someone pregnant, he won't be able to control that aspect but you don't remind him of that. He seems stubborn and determined about this opinion of his. And you respect it.

It's silly and you shouldn't have the right to feel this way, but you feel slightly saddened that he's so keen on telling you he doesn't want kids. Even though you've known that for a long time. It's a reminder that he does not want to have anything to do with the baby inside you. It's nothing new but somehow that thought still doesn't sit with you well. 

Instead, you swallow all those feelings and take the duvet off your body. 

“Whatever,” you murmur nonchalantly. “Give me your hand.”

He does, without question. You try not to think about how warm and big his hand feels. You ignore the little fluttering butterflies that set in the pit of your stomach and inside your chest. Your baby is not to be blamed for. 

You move his hand on your stomach but not before pulling up your shirt. You're starting to feel too warm anyway. This way he'll be able to tell the movements more clearly. 

“You feel it?” you ask, holding his hand as soon as it's placed over your swollen stomach.

“No? I ain't feel shit.”

You giggle, “You're an ass.” 

But then, a sudden kick is sent next to Yoongi's hand. It wasn't a direct move under his palm but he had to feel it regardless. A surprised Oh makes it out of his mouth.

“That's so weird,” he mumbles thoughtfully. 

Then she continues again, her little movements more recognizable and becoming slowly familiar to the man laying next to you. 

“She's so active.”

“She is,” you hum, slowly letting go of his hands. He lets it rest there for a moment, taking the cue as he pulls it away slowly. “Could let me sleep now though.” You try to play it cool and calm down your racing heart. 

Pulling the shirt back down and covering yourself with the duvet, you're trying to act cool like before. 

“Wow,” Yoongi says, taken back. “It's weird to think there's another person inside you.”

“Tell me something about it,” you chuckle. “I've wanted to get pregnant for a long time. But nothing could've prepared me for the way it feels. It's weird, I can't describe it.”

He surely can't understand what you're talking about. You don't want him to. You just let your thoughts run free. Some part of you wants to confess those thoughts to Yoongi. Another weird thing to say, but he's like a safe place in a twisted way. You can be honest, even though you're slightly sheepish about it. You can confide in him.

You think he has no idea what he means to you. And even if it's just for a certain time being, you're grateful for it regardless. 

Before you know it, the movements stop and you're finally allowed the tiredness to come in. You slowly drift to sleep, clueless to Yoongi being fully awake as he stares at the ceiling with the weirdest feeling all over his body. 

It's not as if morning is any better. Surprisingly, you haven't had that much trouble sleeping and you barely woke up. Yeonseok hasn't haunted you in your dreams either, which made it more enjoyable and comfortable. You were too exhausted last night, so a good sleep made it better for you to see today's morning in a better light. 

Yoongi's still asleep, his alarm hasn't ringed yet and you wondered if you should wake him up. Maybe he forgot to set up his alarm, but something tells you that's very unlikely. 

After you've washed your face and teeth, you decided to give him a few minutes and will try to wake him in case he has really slept in. However, the aftermath of yesterday's events and your good sleep, a cause of your positivism, doesn't last too long when your phone rings. 

At first, you don't think much of it. Your father calls you from time to time, he has to when you suddenly go silent. Using busyness as a great excuse when you've been anything but that. He doesn't know that which makes the lie more believable. 

As you get to hear his raspy voice again, you expect him to start the same way.

How are you? 

Why haven't you called?

But none of that comes as he sounds nothing but concerned, even a little skeptic.

“Y/N, is everything okay with you?”

That alone should alarm you and it does, but you remain cool and voice your confusion. “Yes? Why wouldn't I be?”

“Don't lie. What's happening there?”

He doesn't sound upset, he sounds more worried than anything else. “What do you mean? I'm fine.”

“Really? Because Yeonseok called us yesterday, well today, he kept saying something about you sleeping with his brother?”

You freeze, shame washing over you like the coldest bucket of ice.

“Is that true?”

“Dad, I promise you–It's nothing like that.” 

Perfect. Thanks Yeonseok a lot.

“He was also wasted, could barely talk. Called us like two in the morning.”

Sighing, you sit down as you grip your phone tighter. It seems like you can't have a rest for at least one day. Everything keeps biting you in your ass when you think things are getting better. It fucking sucks. 

“We're going through a rough patch right now.”

“And you broke up with him?”

“I–technically yes but it wasn't like that. I promise you, it's nothing like that.” you telling, aiming at Yeonseok's accusation that might not be a complete lie but you know how it sounds. 

“Then how is it?”

“Dad, I really don't want to talk about it. I'm sorry Yeonseok woke you and Barbara,” you say, mentioning his longtime girlfriend who's like your step-mom. You know she's just as worried. You're surprised she's not the one that called. “He has a hard time dealing with our break-up.”

“He said you're staying at his brother's, is that true?”

One thing about your father is that he never really got into your business. If he was curious or even nosy, he never let it known because he respected everyone's space and privacy. So to have him question you like this means he's truly worried and the call he received from your still husband has made him alarmed. 

“Yes–”

“So it's true? Y/N, have you cheated on him?”

“God, no!” You exclaim loudly, taking a deep breath as you release it in a form of loud sigh. Technically you haven't. “I haven't cheated on anyone. Look, it's really complicated. I had nowhere else to go.”

“Nowhere else to go? You could've come here.”

You sigh, rubbing your tired eyes. “I know but I didn't wanna bother you with our issues. Yoongi is familiar with it, so I just decided to come here. It's just for a few nights, I will figure it out. Don't worry.”

“How can I not worry when I found out from my son-in-law that you're not living at home? And that you live with his brother instead?”

“He's not exactly the perfect husband you have him for, dad.”

“What do you mean by that? Did he hurt you?”

“Not like that,” You shake your head. “I had a share on it too. None of us are innocent. Look, all you have to know for now is that I'm okay. I need to figure this out on my own. You've nothing to worry about.”

“You can't just tell me you live somewhere else with Yeonseok's brother, and tell me not to worry!”

“Listen, dad. I love you but I'm very close to hanging up. I understand you're worried but you're not exactly helping me with freaking out. I told you I'm fine, so please trust your daughter instead. I'll handle it and I'll talk about it when I'm ready.”

Well, you're not sure if you should tell him the entire truth. The thought of that is embarrassing and completely uncomfortable. You're not going to tell your dad that you've slept with another man just to get pregnant. Even if Yeonseok agreed to it. 

Overall, you would spare him the details. 

“But you're pregnant. You're carrying his child. You can't just leave and not talk to him.”

“Oh, I talked to him. He's not as interested in being a father as he was.”

“What?!” He yells into the phone, causing you to cringe at his shocked and upset tone. “He said that?!”

“Along the lines,” you mumble, “Don't worry, I'm doing fine. So is your granddaughter.” 

“G-granddaughter?”

That finally gets his mind off Yeonseok. “Yes. I had it confirmed yesterday.”

He sighs, chuckling on the other line. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you.”

“Y/N–”

“That–please.” 

He sighs in defeat. “Okay. But promise me you'll call if you need something.”

“I always will, dad. Please don't worry.”

Eventually, you end the call. Just as your phone is being tossed onto the counter, Yoongi sleepily steps into the kitchen with bed hair and narrowed eyes. “Why were you yelling?”

“It's nothing.”

“Y/N…” Yoongi warns, narrowing his eyes through his tiredness.

“It was my dad. Yeonseok called him drunk last night.”

“Fuck,” That has him waking up as he stares you down. “What did he say?”

“That I cheated and I'm staying at your place.”

“What did you tell him?”

“Not much,” you admit, “I don't want him to worry.”

“He's a fucking idiot.”

“Yoongi…”

“No, he is.” He insists, rubbing his chest tiredly as anger twists his puffy face. He looks cute, even with the tattooed sleeve that's on full display. 

“He was drunk,” you point out. “Surely angry and upset.”

“I'm surprised he didn't run to mommy and daddy.”

“Shit,” you exclaim. “What if he did?”

“Would it matter?” Yoongi questions.

You stare at him as if he grew two heads. “Of course! What would they think of me?”

“You really care about that?”

“If he told them the story that I cheated on him with you, I do care!”

Yoongi sighs, leaning against the door frame with arms crossed over his chest. “We know it's not the truth. Not exactly. And we will explain that to them if it ever came down to it.”

“You make it sound so easy.”

“Because it is,” he argues. “And there's no need for you to worry about it too much, alright?”

You give him Really? Look.

“If he called your dad, I really doubt he got our parents involved. Knowing them, they would call or barge in here right away.”

“You think?”

“Oh, I know.” he hums. “So don't worry and get yourself ready.”

That's right. You're supposed to get your clothes today. But you thought it'll be later on, probably when he gets back from work or over his lunchtime. You just need to get your things. It shouldn't take too long. 

“Are you not going to work today?”

“No, I have a day off.”

“Really? You never mentioned anything about having a day off.” you wonder, staring at him straightening himself as he stretches his arms, shrugging.

“Didn't think it's important.”

“Okay,” you sigh. “What if he's there?”

Yoongi watches you for a moment, “That's why I'm going with you.”

“I think that will piss him even more if he sees you there.”

“Should I not come?”

You shake your head, “That's not what I meant. I just–I don't know what's right or not anymore.”

“It's true, maybe he wouldn't get so angry but there's no guarantee he won't get verbal again. I just don't think you should go through that alone.”

Something about his words make your chest warm, an appreciative smile beaming on your lips but you shake yourself out of it as a smirk replaces it. “Are you starting to care about me?”

What you get in return is a mixture of a chuckle and smirk. “I'm serious, Y/N,” he says, more seriously. “I'm going just in case he needs another punch.”

“Please, don't say that.” Your smile drops. 

“I can't promise anything but I'll try to be on my best behavior.”

“Somehow, that doesn't go along with you.” you tell him with suspicious eyes as he smirks. 

“You're gonna have to wait and see.”

“No fights.” you warn him, lifting up your finger at him to make yourself clear. 

“Okay, mom.”

“Ew.” you cringe, walking past him but not before slapping his chest. “Keep it down.”

“Yes, ma'am.”

You walk back into the bedroom, to change your clothes and get yourself ready with an unbelievable smile on your face. You fight the sheets neat and made, a fresh air filling the bedroom that has become too familiar to you. 

With a lighter feeling in your chest, you prepare yourself for what's about to come.

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