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pairing: min yoongi x female!reader

genre: the softest of smuts, domestic!au, do not interact if you’re under 18

summary: having injured his shoulder and unable to preform, the only thing yoongi has to look forward to are your lazy mornings spent in bed

warnings: unprotected sex, sloppy kisses, bulging kink, slight size kink, body worship, the most disgustingly sweet fluff, soft!yoongi, he also has a big dick

word count: 3.3k, a baby fic if you will

note: this was written while yoongi was out sick, please enjoy some filthy domestic antics

Sharp aches tightening around his arm was what woke Yoongi from his deep slumber, stirring from sleep with a soft sigh once the familiar dull pain inflicted against his sore muscles.

Having undergone recent surgery he was left to fend for himself back at the dorms, the others embarking on tour without him. He tried to welcome the rare peace and quiet, giving him a chance to finally bask in the tranquility of their shared space without the loud chattering or playful fighting disrupting him in the background. He almost appreciated the emptiness, being able to concentrate on his music more and finally reading the books he swore to get back to but always left to collect dust in the corner of his room, but he couldn’t stop his heart from yearning the other boys, missing their overdramatic ways and pestering. He missed Jin popping in to make sure that he wasn’t overworking himself, Namjoon giving him advice on his new tracks, Jungkook playing video games with him when he was free; just the overall dysfunctional family unit they seemed to create in the messy dormitory.

Except - as he lolled his head over to the right - you were filling the void.

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Miss Latte, I miss them 😭 this is too cute!

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Hellooo! So this one shot is a part of "His world" . I will write a few one shots which are in the same universe as "his world" because i just love that story line and i got a great response to it too! So here you go my favorite people!

You can read "his word" here

Mafia yoongi x reader ,feat. His baby sister

Summary: baby aera wanted to spend a day with her two favorite people and so did you. So ofcourse who is yoongi to deny his two favorite girls?

Genre: tooth rotting fluff so be careful!

No warnings just some few kisses here and there! And..a little mature language?

Author's pov

"But i don't want to go to school today!" Aera said, her pout increasing as she stomped her small leg on the floor causing you to sigh for the nth time "but sweetie today is Wednesday! Don't you love wearing colorful clothes at school? You told me last week you wanted to wear your favorite yellow dress" you said trying to coax her but she still shook her head stubbornly and plopped down on the floor "no no no! I don't want to go" you massaged your temple because of the forming headache. You know scolding her is of no use but after trying to talk to her gently for almost an hour your patience was running out "aera baby we can go to the park on Sunday. You know yoonie has to go to work right?" you said but your eyes widened when you saw tears filling in her doe eyes . "No go away" she pushed you away when you tried to hug her causing you to sigh again "what is happening here?" Aera looked up hearing his deep voice as he walked in the room with a stern look on his face "y-yoonie" she said slightly scared while you held his arm to silently tell him to handle her gently. Yoongi crouched down in front of her small form and made her look at him "is this how you talk to y/n while I'm gone?" She shook her head immediately saying "i-i want to go to a park but y/nie said no" sniffling while he wiped her tears "hmm but that doesn't mean that you can push her like that right?" She nodded looking down, a guilty look on her face "so what do good girls do when they make a mistake?" He said fixing her hair while you smiled looking at the both of them "a-apologise" he nodded with a hum while aera looked at you with a pout "I'm sorry y/nie i didn't want to hurt you" you smiled walking towards them and crouched down besides yoongi talking the small girl in your arms "it's okay baby. You didn't hurt me" she giggled when you tickled her waist while yoongi placed his arm around your shoulder holding you both close to him.

Aera looked up at you both with a pout on her face again causing you to narrow your eyes playfully "but i still want to go to the park. Please?" You pursued your lips while yoongi chuckled booping her nose. You swear this 7 year old girl knows how to convince everyone around her. You admit it has been a while since the three of you went out together and you also wanted to skip work today and go out with aera and yoongi. Well,guess we can skip a day off school together. You looked at yoongi with a pout on your face causing him to sigh as now two pairs of puppy eyes were looking at him "yoongi can we go to the park pleaseee?" While aera nodded excitedly because now she had you on her side too. Yoongi looked at you both for a moment with a raised eyebrow wondering who was the small child because you were practically sitting on his lap while aera sat on yours. But then he took his phone out from his pocket (after lifting you for a moment. Yes he can lift both you and aera together.) And called someone "namjoon I'm not coming to work today. Cancel the meeting with mr.song" he said and cut the call causing you and aera to squeal simultaneously and aera kissed his cheek before running out of the room to choose her favorite dress while shouting "thank you yoonie!" While you giggled and pecked his lips and stood up. As you went to walk away he stood up and held your wrist, pulling you back towards him making your back bump into his chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist "and where do you think you are going babygirl " you smiled giddily when he turned you around and smashed his lips on yours. Even after dating for almost 3 years,he still didn't failed to give you butterflies. His hold around you tighten and he kissed you harder while you cupped his face and pulled back after a second. You giggled when he chased your lips and placed your palm on his mouth to stop him from kissing you "you can kiss me later yoongs. We still have to go to the park!" He huffed allowing you to move away and watched as you skipped towards the closet with a bright smile on your face "i can't even kiss my girl " he mumbled and went to get ready too.

After you got aera ready too,you both walked downstairs to see him sitting on the couch looking at his phone. He was wearing some black jeans with a black t shirt and a leather jacket while you and aera were wearing matching blue hoodies because aera decided that it's too cold to wear a dress. Yoongi looked up hearing footsteps and smiled looking at you both "my pretty girls" he said when you both came in front of him and kissed both of your forehead softly "let's go?" You both nodded excitedly and followed him outside after locking the door. He started the car after you sat on the passenger seat with aera on the back seat "let's go!" She shouted causing you both to laugh as you repeated "let's go!" Yoongi started driving towards the amusement park while you and aera sang some songs even though you both can't sing to save your life but to yoongi it was the most beautiful sound in the world after your moans and cries of pleasure while his cock worked in and out of your walls.

You three arrived at the park and yoongi parked his car. Aera immediately ran inside causing you to run after her as yoongi chuckled and followed you both. "Let's go to that first!" Yoongi nodded and brought the tickets of the meery go round. And after riding almost every ride, you both finally sat on a bench and yoongi went to get some snacks to feed his hungry girls. You three went to different rides again after eating and dragged yoongi with you two who took photos of you and aera at every opportunity. You and aera dragged yoongi towards the roller coaster despite his protests but you were the one who was screaming the most claiming that you are gonna die today causing yoongi to laugh and aera to giggle through her tears because scared for her life too.You and aera were so busy laughing and having fun that you didn't noticed yoongi's men following you three at distance. ofcourse yoongi wouldn't take a chance when you both are with him. While yoongi's two men who were following you three were watching you all with pure amusement on their face because it's quite rare for their boss to laugh and run around with you like a small child.

After eating in a nice restaurant, you helped a sleepy aera in the backseat who mumbled some incoherent words too tired to even keep her eyes open but then she said something that caused your eyes to flow wide open as well as yoongi's "thankyou.mom...and..dadda..love..you" and fell asleep. You looked at yoongi who had a distant look on his face causing you to think that he didn't liked her calling you mom but then he smiled slightly and made you sit in the car too. Reaching home you put aera to sleep and took a shower while yoongi waited for you in the bed. You both know that you need to talk about what happened today but you both were too tired so neither of you decided to say anything. It almost felt normal. Like she was meant to call you that.

You crawled on the bed as yoongi opened his arms for you and held you tightly while you placed your head on his chest. He kissed your forehead mumbling "i love you babygirl " and you mumbled a small i love you yoon back . And just like that,you fell asleep while yoongi just held you, thinking about what happened today.

But eventually, he fell asleep too after kissing your head one last time. While aera was passed out on her bed not caring about a thing on the world.

It was a good day.

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Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! I miss this 😭😭😭

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Helloooo my lovelies! This cute request was by cute @teluki 😙 thank you for requesting honey! I hope you like it💕

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Husband yoongi x wife reader : feat your little daughter

Summary: nothing much just a cute not so small drabble of yoongi braiding your and his daughter's hair

Kind of a part 2 fussy babies

Genre: fluff,fluff and more fluff!

No warnings

Author's pov

"Mmmm yoon?" You whispered as you were woken up by the feeling of someone caressing your face "hey babygirl " his deep voice was heard before you slowly opened your eyes to be greeted by the sight of your husband laying besides you while leaning his head against his palm and smiling down at you "hi" you whispered snuggling into him as he chuckled and wrapped his arms around you "are you feeling okay? You don't usually sleep at this time" he said glancing at the clock which signaled it was 3:30 in the noon,you can hear the concern in his voice as he continued caressing your hair "I'm fine. My head was hurting a little so i took a nap with Ae cha" suddenly, your eyes snapped open "where is she?" Yoongi shushed you gently and made you lay down again "behind you baby" he whispered and you relaxed turning around to see your 2 year old daughter sleeping soundly. Smiling softly, you turned towards her and pressed a kiss on her head while yoongi's hand found its place on your stomach, rubbing it softly "this one is a little more naughty than Ae cha" you giggled nodding as he pressed a kiss on your neck. It was really true because when you were pregnant with Ae cha,you weren't feeling this sick all the time. But now it seems like the second baby is going to be a little hard.

Both of your attention was diverted towards the little girl who suddenly woke up "mommy" she sat up slowly and crawled in between you both "hey baby" you whispered smiling as she snuggled into her father's chest "hey sweetheart, did you sleep well" she nodded a big yawn escape her pouty lips as yoongi fixed her hair which were falling all over her chubby face "mommy hungy" you nodded starting to get up "do you want to eat some watermelon?" She nodded immediately but before you could get up,yoongi stopped you by holding your arm and you looked at him confused as he made you lay down again "lay down baby. I will take care of her" he said kissing your forehead "but-" "no buts sweetheart. Now stay here and read your book. Do you want to eat something?" You shaked your head and he nodded getting up while Ae cha placed a kiss on your cheek making you smile. Yoongi fluffed your hair before carrying a babbling Ae cha in his arms nodding to her every word. You sighed and rubbed your belly softly before stretching your hand to take your book from the nightstand.

After half an hour,the bedroom door was opened causing you to look up and a bright smile made its way on your lips at the sight in front of you. Ae cha was walking inside with a bowl of watermelon but what took your attention was her hair which were prettily braided. Even though she was just 2 years old, she has really long hair which she got from you. You remember how yoongi loved braiding your long silky hair before you went to work everyday. "Hey baby! You are looking so pretty " she smiled shyly and mumbled "thank you mommy " when yoongi came behind her,he took the bowl from her hand as she crawled on the bed and towards you as you opened your arms. Sitting on your lap you touched her braid smiling as she took the bowl from her dad and placed it on her lap while yoongi smiled fondly looking at you both "did dadda made your hair?" She nodded excitedly making you smile and look at yoongi "mmmm he did a great job didn't he?" "Yes!" Yoongi cleared his throat feeling a little shy under your and his daughter's loving gaze "mommy he can do your hair too!" You raised an eyebrow looking at yoongi who nodded "well if mommy wants than i don't have any problem " he shrugged while Ae cha looked at you eagerly nodding her head "okay then where do you want me yoongs" yoongi climbed on the bed and placed his hand on your shoulder rubbing it. "No need to get up just scoot a little " you nodded and moved forward with Ae cha still on your lap and yoongi sat behind you.

You had slept with your hair loose so they had got a little tangled so taking the brush yoongi parted your hair in two sections and started untying all the knots with the comb gently making sure not to pull too much. While doing so he smiled listening to you both talking in your own little world. After all the knots were removed he collected all your hair and started braiding it like he has been doing since the last 7 years. All the while Ae cha kept talking, telling you all her stories , not forgetting to feed you the fruit that she cut with her father for you. Yoongi tapped your back lightly to stop you from moving your head "stay still baby" you mumbled a small apology and chewed the fruit listening to your daughter babbling . Both you and Ae cha's favorite fruit is watermelon. After yoongi was done,he nodded to himself proudly looking at his work "all done" he whispered kissing your neck and tickled your waist making you giggle. He turned you around and his eyes softened. His eyes were filled with pure love and adoration as both you and Ae cha looked at him smiling brightly with matching braids and his gaze shifted to your stomach for a moment making his eyes even more soft"Dadda how do we look?" He leaned down and kissed Ae cha's head and pecked your lips mumbling "so beautiful " smiling fondly when you both giggled he couldn't help but take you both in his arms,holding you both tightly. He laid down with your head on his chest and Ae cha's small body half on the bed and half on his torso.

Rubbing your waist softly he let out a content sigh and held you both just a little more tighter. And yoongi has no idea that in a few months, he will be braiding one more little girl's hair.

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Awwww latte! I miss them 😭

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Hellooo @teluki ! Here you go! I hope you like it! And i loved both of you ideas so i kind of combined them together hehe. Enjoy ~

Summary: Just a day to day life of Min yoongi taking care of his wife and two fussy babies.

This is kind of a part two of His pretty girls but it can be readed alone!

Genre: fluffy fluff with our protective husband yoongi ☺️

Author's pov

"Unnie! give that to me and go and sit" you smiled softly as Jungkook's girlfriend Aera rushed towards you and took the tray from your hands "but i have been doing nothing other than sitting around. I can do this much" you said with a pout causing Aera to giggle as you both walked towards the dining table "you are supposed to rest all the time now unnie. The doctor has told you not to put too much pressure on your spine" she said placing the tray on the table as you huffed knowing she was right. But you were just bored okay! You know that being 8 and a half months pregnant is really hard and yoongi doesn't let you do any work also because the doctor had said that there might be some complications in the second pregnancy . But today is yoongi's birthday and all the members along with their partners have gathered in your house to celebrate his 28th birthday and ever since they arrived, everyone is telling you to sit and rest everytime you try to do something. You know that they are all doing this for you own health but you couldn't stop the pout forming on your lips while caressing your large belly. Suddenly, you felt large hands wrapping around your hips as he pulled you close to him. Your pout increasing hearing him chuckling "what's wrong babygirl " "nothing " you mumbled watching all the girls placing all the food on the table except for Taehyung's fiancee Gina who was playing with Ae cha and jin's daughter Yuri. He hummed caressing your bump softly and murmured "tell me love" you let out a dramatic sigh causing yoongi to smile "nobody is letting me do anything " yoongi knows how you feel. You have always been an independent woman. Always doing your own work plus you loved when everyone visited your house. And you always cooked for everyone but this time,yoongi and jin have done all the cooking leaving you to sit on the couch with Ae cha and since then you have been pouty.

So knowing your stubborn nature he nuzzled his nose against your cheek earning a giggle from you which you tried to stifle and said "alright baby you can help but don't lift anything heavy and sit down if your legs hurt okay?" You nodded immediately and smiled brightly waddling towards the kitchen. Yoongi smiled when he heard "you can't stop me now i have permission from yoongi!" Aera laughed and nodded leaving you in the kitchen to go towards her boyfriend who was busy doing arm wrestling with jimin while hoseok joined Gina making funny faces towards the little girls. After you placed the wine bottle on the table, you waddled towards the kitchen again while yoongi and Namjoon engaged in a silent conversation but ofcourse your over protective husband looked at you from time to time. As you lifted the plate of kimbap, your eyebrows furrowed as you a slight pain in your lower belly and you breathed shakily as the pain increased. slightly but then it was gone as soon as it came.

Taking a few deep breaths you waited for a few seconds but then relaxed not feeling any pain. It might be cramps. You thought to yourself and started walking towards the table but then suddenly you gasped feeling it again and this time it was much more intense. Grabbing the wall to support yourself you tried to take deep breaths but tears filled your eyes when the pain didn't reduce and a second later, your eyes widened when you felt something trickling down your legs. No no no not now! A piercing pain ripped through your stomach causing you to drop the plate on the floor as you tried to support yourself and a scream escaped your lips "y-yoongi!" Everyone's attention was diverted towards the sound the moment the crashing was heard. Yoongi was on his feet in a second, cursing under his breath he ran towards the kitchen and his eyes widened seeing you standing in a pool of blood. Rushing towards you he held you before your body could hit the floor and looked at you worriedly. He has experienced this situation before when Ae cha was born but nothing can prepare him to see you in this much pain"fuck baby okay calm down we are going to the hospital yeah? Shh" he mumbled and picked your crying form effortlessly and rushed towards the door stopping for a second to look at Ae cha "hyung don't worry we will take care of her!" Jungkook said and yoongi nodded already walking out of the door while you sobbed clutching his shirt "i will go with them" said jin and his wife Ina nodded whispering "call us" jin nodded and rushed out of the door opening the door of the back seat and shutting it once yoongi and you sat inside. Starting the car he started driving towards the nearest hospital "fuck hyung drive faster" yoongi said holding you close to him whispering you to take deep breaths.

While Taehyung couldn't help the grin breaking on his face and he held his fiancee "wow we are finally going to see the second baby min " everyone smiled despite being worried about you while jungkook cradled a crying Ae cha in his arms "w-what happened to mommy?" She asked looking scared while jungkook shushed her "nothing sweetheart. Your little sibling is going to come in this world today " She blinked twice before her eyes widened in excitement "she is going to come today?!" Chuckling he said "yes today but how do you know it's a girl?" "I just do" she said proudly causing everyone to laugh fondly before she said something that doubled Everyone's excitement "then dadda and baby min are going to have the same birthday!" "Wah i didn't thought of that" jimin said ruffling her hair.

While yoongi anxiously waited outside the hospital room, his heart clenching every time your scream was heard. He legs bouncing as jin forcefully made him sit. He took a shaky breath remembering your teary and fearful eyes when you whispered "yoongi I'm scared " before you were taken away from his arms. Jin placed a hand on his shoulder saying "don't worry both of them will be fine" yoongi nodded taking deep breaths and after a few moments, your screams stopped making yoongi more anxious but then,a crywas heard. He was on his feet the second a doctor came out of your room "congratulations sir it's a girl" he couldn't be happier. Seeing you holding your second daughter tears filled his eyes and he immediately held you close to him whispering comforting words as you leaned your weak body against him. He held his daughter's tiny body gingerly, overflowed with love and adoration when her tiny nose twitched in her sleep."you gave me the best present " he whispered pecking your forehead softly as you slept.All the members and the girls were really happy and baby Ae cha was saying something about being right but you didn't really understood it.

It's been a month since you gave birth to your second daughter A yeong. And safe to say both you and yoongi are more than exhausted especially you. Your body needed more time to recover resulting in getting bad cramps every time you moved. But yoongi was there with you all the time. Making things a little easier. You were sitting on the couch at around 11 pm while breastfeeding A yeong with Ae cha sleeping on your lap. He worked from home since your pregnancy but tonight after eating dinner he was called by the company urgently and he apologized millions of time to which you replied that you will be fine with a reassuring smile and he promised to come home soon. Hearing the front door open you smiled as your husband came into view looking at you with a tired smile "hey babygirl " "hi" you whispered as he leaned down to kiss your lips,being careful of the two babies in your lap. After he pulled back you asked "is everything okay?" He kissed both of his daughters head and nodded "don't worry love. Everything's fine. Now let's get these two to bed yeah?" You nodded and yoongi gently picked up Ae cha who mumbling something incoherent before snuggling in his shoulder. He carried her upstairs and tucked her in her bed properly before coming down to see you struggling to keep your eyes open. Chuckling fondly he kissed your forehead and took the sleeping baby from your arms who whined being away from her mother's warmth but then settled quickly when yoongi patted her back. After he was done with A yeong he picked you up too despite your protests and carried you towards your shared bedroom. Making sure to be gentle he laid you on the bed and covered you with the duvet. Changing his clothes he laid besides you and you immediately snuggled in his chest while he caressed your waist softly "did you take your medicines? " you mumbled a small yes and drifted off to dreamland. Kissing your head he fell asleep too.

Around 2 am, you both were woken up by the sound of baby monitor. Rubbing your eyes you supported yourself on your elbows and squinted at it to see A yeong crying and immediately went to get up. But yoongi stopped you with a grunt and made you lay down again "I'll go. Sleep" he mumbled and sat up but you grabbed his sleeve "but you are tired " "I'm fine baby. Now go to sleep" despite mumbling small protests, your eyes fell shut and your hand slipped from yoongi's sleeve. Covering you properly,he stood up and walked towards his daughter's room. Opening the door he smiled seeing Ae cha sitting up with a pout "why does she cry so much?" Chuckling raspily he picked A yeong up and replied "because she is just a baby. You did the same thing too sweetheart " Ae cha mumbled something about not crying all the time and slumped on her bed again while yoongi walked towards the kitchen to warm your milk which you have kept for times like this. After she burped,he walked around the living room patting her bum and in no time,she fell asleep causing yoongi to sigh in relief and he tucked her to her bed again. After making sure both of his girls are sleeping soundly he slipped besides you again and wrapped his arms around your waist with your back pressed against his chest.

The next morning you woke up sighing softly feeling the warmth of your bed but soon you frowned when you were met with an empty space besides you where your husband was supposed to be. You stretched slightly immediately regretting it when a pain shoot through your body. Getting up, you brushed your teeth and made your way downstairs and you felt a giddy feeling inside you seeing your husband sitting on the chair of the dining table with A yeong cradled to his bare chest and Ae cha sitting on her high chair as yoongi fed her. Walking towards them Ae cha was the first one to notice you "good morning mommy!" "Good morning baby" you smiled and kissed her head then smiling at yoongi when he pulled you towards him. You pressed a small kiss on his lips feeling him relaxing in your touch as you carassed his cheek. Pulling back you whispered "good morning yoon" his strong arm was wrapped your waist as he carassed your hips and raspily murmured " morning babygirl . Did you sleep well?" You nodded humming and took A yeong in your arms kissing her head too with black hair already growing healthily. "Mommy can we have a movie day today?" Ae cha asked after swallowing her food while yoongi wiped her mouth "can we?" You looked at yoongi with a pout who nodded immediately "of course we can " both you and Ae cha smiled brightly and you hugged your youngest close while discussing which movie to watch not noticing yoongi looking at you three with a fond smile as you stayed in your own little world.

God he was so lucky to have you three in his life.

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Vows (Part 1)

aka 10 ways to win your husband's heart: an arranged marriage AU

You're five years into your arranged marriage with Min Yoongi, and he's never once retaliated for anything you've done to him. One day you realise you've lost your appetite for provoking him, and you set about trying to win his heart instead.

Pairing: Yoongi x F! reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Arranged marriage, e2l, smut, angst

Word count: 12k

Warnings: Sex, swearing

Ah shit.

You lift the arm curled around your waist off you and commando roll out of the luxurious california king you’ve woken up in.

The beautiful man you woke up with shifts and his face presses into the pillow. 

You tear your admiring eyes away from him guiltily and grab his shirt from the floor, slipping it on, buttoning quickly.

You’re tiptoeing to the door when a grumpy deep voice makes you freeze.

‘That’s my favourite shirt,’ your husband says.

You reach for your patience and don’t find it. 

Min Yoongi has exhausted all your reserves of goodwill towards him.

‘I was trying to be considerate and not wake you up,’ you say through gritted teeth.

He snorts. 

Your blood pressure spikes.

You unbutton the shirt and seriously consider throwing it at his beautiful head.

You’re so annoyed it takes you longer than it should to register the way his gaze is roaming your naked body.

‘Min Yoongi,’ you say, injecting as much ice into your tone as you can, ‘you know we can only tolerate each other when we’re drunk.’

‘My morning wood’s not picky,’ he drawls, like it’s a compliment.

You roll your eyes. You know Yoongi’s always been attracted to you physically.

It’s your personality he can’t stand.

‘I’m sore,’ you tell him briskly, putting your dress back on. 

You’re not lying. You think Yoongi sometimes takes his anger with you out on your cunt.

You love it, really, but he’s got a generous dick and impressive stamina and you really are sore.

Yoongi, unusually, looks concerned. ‘Was it too much?’

You ignore the flutter in your chest as he picks your panties off the floor and passes them to you, smoothing a soothing hand over your lower back.

You step away from his touch as though his hand is burning. 

His sigh of irritation gives you life.

‘You’re deeply annoying,’ he tells you.

You smile, brilliantly, at him.

‘Oh Yoongi, are you this sweet to all the women you sleep with?’

‘Are you this annoying to all the men you fuck?’ he snaps.

Your smile falters for a second before you pull your mask firmly back in place.

You turn away from him and leave his bedroom without a goodbye.

***

Yoongi stares at the mark on his neck, just above the collar of his shirt, and thinks of you as he gets dressed for work.

Of course you’d had to mark him, even after he’d warned you not to. 

Sometimes you’re so fucking exasperating he can’t stand you.

Now he has to meet his entire board, including his father and grandfather, looking like a horny teenager.

He has a flashback to your beautiful thighs wrapped around his hips, ankles crossed behind him, as you begged him not to stop.

Yoongi tries to shut that image out of his head before the erection he’s had all morning returns, but the image is burned into his retinas.

Shit, it’s in living technicolour with fucking surround sound. 

Yoongi finishes getting dressed and stops by the kitchen for a coffee.

Mrs Gye, his housekeeper, smiles politely at him as she hands him his flask.

Yoongi thanks her, and is about to leave when he remembers.

‘Can you make some herbal tea for Mrs Min, please? She’s not feeling too well this morning.’

Mrs Gye nods, ‘of course, Mr Min.’

‘Don’t tell her I asked you to do it, just say you made some,’ Yoongi instructs. 

Mrs Gye looks like she’s about to protest, but Yoongi’s already out the door into his waiting car.

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You sigh with pleasure as you sip your herbal tea on your way into work. 

Mrs Gye, your housekeeper, is truly a treasure.

She’d assured you that Yoongi hadn’t noticed anything different about his morning flask of coffee.

Yoongi’s a man of habit, so much so that he’s predictable in every way. 

One of the cleaners had dropped his favourite flask and cracked it yesterday. 

She’d been apologetic, but you’d been worried.

You know he’s got a big meeting with the board of his company today and you’d been determined not to let anything detract from his focus.

You’d driven to three places after work before you’d been able to find a replacement. You’d bought five, just to futureproof against any other flask mishaps.

Of course, all that driving around had made you late for dinner and Yoongi had been sure you’d been late on purpose.

You can’t blame him, it’s the sort of stunt you’d have pulled five years ago when you first got married.

You’ve changed but you’re pretty sure Yoongi sees you as still the same spoiled, immature heiress he’d been forced to marry, as the oldest son and heir to his family’s vast business empire.

Anyway, Yoongi’d been seething throughout dinner. 

He’d spanked you until your ass was red raw.

You’d begged for more.

You stifle the delicious shiver that runs through you at the memory.

Your mood drops as you remember him accusing you of fucking other men.

Sure, you’d accused him of the same, but you’ve always been faithful to him.

You just don’t know if he’s been as faithful to you.

You’d heard the rumours about him and his breathtakingly beautiful and terrifyingly talented media director.

Park Gyuri was a model and actress before she went to grad school and earned an MBA. She waltzed into Yoongi’s family company, and she’s been doing a bang up job of everything since then.

She’s also the woman Yoongi was dating before he was forced to marry you.

You stopped seeking out the rumours because it became upsetting.

In your heart of hearts, you don’t think Yoongi’s any more in love with you than he was when you got married.

In truth, you wouldn’t blame him.

You’d spent years being the exact cold hearted bitch he’d eventually accused you of being.

You’re surprised it took him that long to finally snap.

***

Yoongi smiles at Gyuri as she walks into his office.

She’s beautifully put together as always, and she’s wearing green silk today, a shade that complements her colouring well.

‘Free for dinner tonight?’ she asks.

‘What’s the occasion?’ Yoongi asks. 

‘Nothing, I just want to have dinner with my friend,’ Gyuri says, smiling affectionately at him.

There’s a pause before ‘friend’, so brief Yoongi knows anyone else probably wouldn’t have noticed it, but he did.

Yoongi would be lying if he said he’d never considered what his life would be like now if he hadn’t married you. 

He’d probably be less annoyed on a day to day basis.

He’d probably still be a member of the country club you’d got him kicked out of.

He might be married to Gyuri instead.

He’s about to say yes when your face floats into his head. The look in your eyes when he’d accused you of being annoying, which is definitely true, and of fucking other men, which he doesn’t think is true. 

Yoongi says, politely, ‘Rain check? I’d like to have dinner at home today.’ 

He’s been thinking about how you said you were sore, and he wants to check on you.

You’ll probably ignore him like you always do but he wants to see you’re all right for himself.

Also, he’s aware there’s an underlying frisson between him and Gyuri, and he doesn’t want to explore that just yet.

For once, Yoongi doesn’t linger in his office after everyone leaves. He picks up his bag and calls for his car and heads home.

When he reaches home, he walks into the kitchen. Mrs Gye is at the sink whilst something’s simmering on the stovetop. She startles when he sees him.

‘Ah, Mr Min, you’re back early.’

Yoongi murmurs something about working at home and hands her his flask. Then he stops, looking at another identical four flasks sitting to dry on the draining board by the sink.

Mrs Gye sees his line of vision.

‘Mrs Min bought them yesterday.’

Yoongi’s first thought is that you’re plotting something devious.

‘Where is Mrs Min?’ he asks.

‘She went up to her room.’

Yoongi doesn’t often go to your rooms, in fact he doesn’t think he’s visited you there this year at all.

He knocks on the door and there’s a muffled response.

‘I’m in bed, is it important, Mrs Gye?’

Yoongi says, ‘it’s me.’

He senses rather than hears your response. In moments you’re opening the door, pulling a robe tight around your waist.

Your hair is messy, your face devoid of makeup.

You look up at him self consciously. 

Yoongi puts a hand on your arm. ‘Are you ok?’ 

You frown at him. ‘You didn’t kill me with your dick. I’m on my period.’

Yoongi bites back the laugh that threatens to erupt.

You ask, ‘would you like to come in?’

Yoongi follows you through your bedroom to your living area. 

You pour both of you water and sit in your favourite chair, legs curling underneath you.

‘How are you doing, Yoongi?’ you ask, yawning.

‘Do you want to sleep with me?’ Yoongi asks, suddenly.

You choke on your water. 

Yoongi waits until you’ve recovered enough to speak.

‘Right now? Jesus Yoongi I said I was on my period.’

Yoongi looks unperturbed. ‘I didn’t mean fuck, although if you’re down, I am. I meant sleep with me. Do you want to sleep in the same room?’

You stare at him.

‘Are we in danger?’

Yoongi stares at you.‘What? No, don’t be ridiculous.’

‘You can tell me, Yoongi, my family have security contacts everywhere.’

Yoongi massages his forehead. ‘No. Forget it. Just forget it.’

You get up hurriedly as he looks like he’s about to ditch you. ‘Yoongi!’

He stops. 

‘You want to spend more time together?’ You ask, doubtful as to what he really meant.

‘We’re married,’ Yoongi points out, patient. ‘We’ll probably have kids eventually. Shouldn’t we try to get to know each other?’

You have a flashback, vivid, of Yoongi calling you a spoiled, stuck up bitch.

‘Yes. Let’s sleep together.’

Yoongi looks at you for a moment. 

He holds out his hand. 

With a sense of trepidation, you take it.

***

‘It’s weird not to be fucking,’ you say to Yoongi, pulling the covers up to your neck, looking around his room curiously. 

‘It’s also 9pm. Why are you already in bed?’

You hop out and trip over a pair of Yoongi’s slippers, sprawling on the floor.

Yoongi looks at you, shirt half unbuttoned.

‘I’m tired,’ you say, crawling back into bed.

You pull the covers over your head.

A moment later you feel him sitting on the bed.

He pats over where your head is.

‘Come have dinner with me.’

‘Is that an euphemism for a blow job?’ you ask from under the covers.

You sit up suddenly and realise Yoongi’s sitting on the bed in his briefs.

You can feel heat rush to your face. 

It’s not like you haven’t seen your husband naked before, hell, it’s not even been 24 hours since you last fucked.

But this is different.

This is intimacy when you’re more comfortable with fucking.

Yoongi’s watching the way your eyes rove over his thighs.

‘See something you like?’ he asks, coolly.

You scoff. ‘Of course I like the way you look, Min Yoongi.’

You get up. ‘Let’s eat.’

****

Yoongi eyes you over the soup you’re stirring.

‘Why did you buy so many flasks?’ he asks.

Your eyes snap to his. ‘How do you know that?’

‘I saw them.’

You shrug. ‘You like them. I want you to have replacements if one breaks.’

‘That’s thoughtful.’

‘Just being a dutiful wife,’ you chirrup cheerfully.

Yoongi stares at you like you’ve grown another head. ‘You are definitely not that.’

You nod in agreement. ‘You’re right.’

‘Are you feeling ok? You’ve barely touched your soup and you already tried to get into bed.’

‘I’m on my period,’ you tell him, again. You get up. ‘I’m going to go get some of my things and bring them to your room.’

‘It’s our room,’ Yoongi corrects, gently.

‘Our room,’ you repeat. 

By the time you’ve finished gathering your things, Yoongi’s just got to his door.

‘After you,’ he says, strangely formal.

You shoot him a look and head to his huge dressing room.

‘You can use that side,’ he says, pointing.

The entire wall he’s pointing at is made up of bare clothes rails at varying heights. 

You pull open a drawer, intending to deposit your toiletries and underwear in it, and stop when you see the packages inside it.

‘What’s this?’ you ask.

Yoongi walks over from his side of the dressing room.

Together you look at the boxes from a well-known underwear brand. It’s the same brand you tend to wear.

You look up at Yoongi, and to your surprise, the tips of his ears are red.

Your impatient, unsentimental husband actually looks… embarrassed.

You wait him out.

Finally, he mutters, ‘sometimes if I see something I like, I buy it for you.’

You can’t believe your ears. 

‘Did you buy this for — someone else?’ you ask quietly.

Another thought occurs to you. 

‘Did you buy this for yourself?’ you ask. 

Yoongi groans, irritably. 

‘I bought all this shit for you. My wife.’

He opens the top box and rifles through what looks like a beautiful red silk and lace teddy. You glimpse the tags. It’s your size.

‘I got this after that night when you wore that red dress to meet the Hans because you look fucking breathtaking in red.’

‘How do you know my size?’ you ask weakly, stalling to give your brain time to catch up.

‘Your size is the only fucking thing I do know about you,’ Yoongi says, still irritable. ‘How many times have I taken your lingerie off?’

You stare each other into an uneasy stalemate.

‘You really didn’t buy this for anyone else?’ you ask.

‘Believe me or don’t believe me,’ Yoongi says, at the end of his tether. 

He stalks out of his dressing room, and you blink blindly at the stack of boxes in the drawer.

By the time you re-enter Yoongi’s bedroom, the lights are off and he’s a lump under the covers.

You climb in the other side and after a moment, scoot over to be closer to him.

He’s got his back to you, rigid, cold.

You put your hand on his shoulder to warn him, then kiss the back of his neck.

‘Thank you,’ you tell him.

You’re half- asleep by the time he turns onto his back. His hand brushes yours under the covers, not holding it but touching you.

‘You’re welcome,’ he says. 

You curl your pinky finger around his, like a promise, and go to sleep.

***

When you wake up the next morning, Yoongi’s already gone.

His side of the bed is rumpled, and when you run your hand over the sheet it’s cold.

You need to think. 

Even better, you need a third party to do your thinking for you.

You send your best friend Nara a text, then notice the time.

Shit. You need to get to work.

You hop out of bed, trip over Yoongi’s slippers again and scurry to your own room to get dressed.

Your morning is pretty dull, a bunch of meetings with clients, a team brief before your new product launch tonight.

Nara meets you for lunch. 

Kim Nara has been your closest friend since junior tennis club. She has an impressively strong backhand, a competitive streak a mile wide and is the most loyal person you’ve ever met.

She pours you some wine from the bottle she started whilst waiting for you, then sits back in her seat.

‘What was so urgent you had to meet today?’ she asks.

Her eyes narrow. ‘Did Min Yoongi knock you up?’

‘What? No. I’m on my period right now,’ you protest. 

You take a gulp of wine to fortify yourself.

‘But it does involve him.’

Nara takes a matching big sip. ‘Hit me.’

‘I think I should try to get him to forgive me.’

‘For what?’ Nara asks. There’s a mischievous light in her eyes now.

‘For buying Kim Seokjin instead of him at that bullshit charity auction? For sending that chain email to all his employees with his STI testing results? For getting him blacklisted from every golf course in the country?’

You cringe.

You’d been young when you married Yoongi, spoiled and impulsive and naive and terribly, terribly selfish.

Nara sucks in a breath to power what you know is going to be a litany of crimes. You’d write it all down if it wouldn’t kill you to read what an asshole you were to him.

You have no idea why he hasn’t divorced you.

You guess this is why he tries to break you every time you have sex.

Nara’s talking about the time you ran off to Switzerland for three months, but you tune her out.

You need to make all this up to Yoongi, a man who buys you gifts even when you’re barely talking, and who wants to be closer to you despite everything you’ve done to him.

You figure ten is a nice round number.

You’re going to do it. 

You’re going to find the ten worst things you’ve done to Min Yoongi and make up for every single one of them.

***

‘I’m sorry, Mrs Min, Mr Kim says he can’t see you until his bodyguard gets here.’

You gape at the expressionless secretary who’s been dispatched to give you the news. He nods apologetically, then withdraws.

The nerve of Kim Seokjin.

Kim Seokjin is Yoongi’s best friend, and instrumental in your plan to make things right with Yoongi.

It looks like he’s going to make you work for it every step of the way. You’ve been waiting outside his office for ten minutes already, and there’s no end in sight.

The first attack you’d launched on Min Yoongi after you got married was at a charity fundraiser where there had been, to your devious delight, an auction.

Not just any auction. Seokjin and Yoongi had been part of it, and you’d very intentionally bid on Seokjin despite wearing the Min heirloom pendant around your neck.

You’d bid a ridiculous amount and won him, a record that was shattered not long after by the ‘purchase’ of a man with a rakish glint in his eye, Jungkook, you think his name was.

Even worse, you’d paid a horny elderly society lady, Mrs Kang, known for her constant innuendoes and wandering hands, to purchase your then new husband.

He’s never told you what happened on their date. 

On your date with Seokjin you’d dressed so provocatively you were a quick move away from being arrested for public indecency.

To his credit, you hadn’t once caught Seokjin’s eyes wandering below your neck.

He’d spent the whole date scolding you on Yoongi’s behalf.

You’ve had other shenanigans with Seokjin, but the auction is the most scandalous one by far. You’re not surprised he doesn’t want to see you.

You glance at your watch and realise you’ve been waiting for over twenty minutes.

You get up to leave and you hear your name called in a deep voice that’s definitely not Seokjin’s.

It’s a man, around six feet tall, who looks the size of a refrigerator. He looks like he could break you in half and not break a sweat.

You’re escorted into Seokjin’s office.

‘Y/N,’ Seokjin says, formally, from behind his desk. ‘Have a seat.’

You aren’t sure if Seokjin realises that you practically grew up in boardrooms much more intimidating than this. 

You sit behind his desk obediently.

‘I wanted to talk to you about Yoongi,’ you say, rushed, because you don’t know how much time you have.

Seokjin looks at you evenly. ‘I have no interest in discussing my best friend with you.’

‘We don’t have to discuss him. I just want to make up for all of the things I’ve done to him over the years.’

Seokjin raises an eyebrow. You’ve always found him intimidating, if you’re honest. 

‘Anyway, can you convince him to put himself up for auction at the Rose Ball next month?’

‘Why?’ Seokjin snaps. ‘So you can humiliate him again?’

Your hackles rise at his tone, but you remind yourself of your end goal. You’re not sure you can make Yoongi cuddly but you think you might be able to make him like you.

‘I won’t humiliate him,’ you say, humbly.

Seokjin glares at you. ‘I need more assurance than your word, funnily enough.’

You like how loyal Seokjin is to Yoongi, but he’s sure being an ass right now.

‘I’ll pay you.’

Seokjin frowns. ‘Do I look like I need the money?’

‘I’ll cook dinner for Yoongi and you,’ you offer.

He snorts. 

‘Can you even cook?’

‘Jesus what do you want Seokjin?’

You stand, and immediately his bodyguard takes a protective step forward.

You throw your hands up in exasperation.

‘Yoongi really wants to go to watch the Portland Trail Blazers when they’re in town next month. It’s right before the Rose Ball. Take him and I’ll get him to auction himself off at the Rose Ball.’

You put out a hand, forgetting about the bodyguard for a moment.

You pull it back quickly when he steps in front of Seokjin. 

‘Deal,’ you call happily over the bodyguard’s shoulder.

‘Wait.’

Seokjin steps out from behind the human wall and holds out his hand.

You shake it. 

‘Don’t fuck me or Yoongi over,’ Seokjin warns.

‘I won’t,’ you promise.

***

Yoongi’s already home when you get back after work. 

He’s dressed in basketball shorts, a sweatband around his forehead.

‘You look hot,’ you say, absently, as you search through your drawer in his dressing room for a loose tee.

‘Here,’ Yoongi says. He tosses you a plain tee, one of his own. 

You put it to your face and inhale. 

‘It’s fresh,’ Yoongi says, dryly.

‘It smells like you,’ you say. ‘I like it.’

You step out of your work clothes and pull it over your head. 

‘I’m going to bed.’

You pause before you leave the dressing room. ‘Hey, Yoongi. I got tickets to the Portland trail blazers game next month. Wanna go together?’

Yoongi gapes at you. 

‘You didn’t seriously just ask me out to a basketball game with my favourite team whilst wearing my t-shirt and nothing else.’

You hadn’t been thinking about anything naughty but you snap to attention at his words.

‘Are you still on your period?’ Yoongi asks.

He’s already rounding the central island in the middle of his dressing room, where he keeps his watches and jewellery.

He’s heading straight for you.

You squeak and retreat to the bed.

He’s a second behind you, landing right on you before you can even yank up the covers.

‘Let’s make out,’ he says, voice husky.

‘Yeah,’ you agree.

His lips are almost on yours when you stop him.

‘Do you still want to make out even if we don’t—‘ you trail off, and Yoongi looks at you oddly.

‘Fuck?’ he supplies, helpfully.

You nod.

‘Are you serious? What do you think I am? Some sort of brute?’

‘We usually just skip to the fucking,’ you point out.

Yoongi stares at you for so long you think he’s had a stroke.

Then he leans over and kisses your forehead. 

Your eyes closed automatically when his lips touched you, so it takes you a moment to realise he’s pulling away. 

‘I’ll see you at dinner,’ he says. 

He’s out the door before you get a chance to say goodbye.

***

You’re trying to pick something to wear to the game with Yoongi. You’re not really a fan of basketball, not like he is. Your only knowledge of basketball consists of what you’ve gleaned from pictures of celebrities courtside and what you’ve seen in movies.

Once you’re dressed, you run downstairs to where Yoongi’s waiting. 

‘They’re not courtside,’ you say, apologetic, as Yoongi drives.

‘You’ve said that a few times,’ Yoongi says mildly, signalling to turn.

‘I just don’t want you to be disappointed,’ you say.

‘I won’t be,’ Yoongi says. 

‘I don’t know anything about basketball,’ you tell him. 

Yoongi looks at you with such disappointment it feels like you need to seek his forgiveness for yet another thing.

‘I’m calling the best divorce lawyer in town right after this,’ Yoongi says. ‘But first, let’s watch the game.’

‘What? You’re divorcing me over a —- sport?’

‘Not helping the cause,’ Yoongi retorts.

You want to pout but you’re pretty sure he’ll just get annoyed with you. 

Yoongi drives into a multi-storey car park and backs into a space so sexily you get a little wet just watching him. 

He even does that thing where he rests his arm against your seat, as though it’s a habit he can’t break even though his car has a rear camera.

You want to hold hands with him as you walk to the arena, but you rarely ever touch when you’re not fucking. 

Yoongi says, without looking at you, ‘what is it now?’

‘This is kind of like a date,’ you observe.

Yoongi sighs. 

He’s never really indulged your fondness for romantic gestures, you guess he’s always seen them as childish. 

‘It’s a date,’ he confirms. He leads you to your seats as though he knows the arena well. 

You look around curiously. The seats aren’t courtside, but you’re only a couple of rows back, and the view seems fine to you.

‘Is this ok?’ you ask.

‘They’re perfect seats. Stop asking me or I’ll kiss you and ruin your lip gloss.’

‘This is kiss proof, actually,’ you say, seriously. 

Yoongi turns fully to look at you. ‘Is that an invitation for me to test it out?’

‘Let’s just see how the date goes,’ you say, leaning back in your seat.

You can feel his eyes on you. He scoffs, but he doesn’t sound annoyed. 

The game is an exciting one, but you spend it mainly watching Yoongi. He’s pretty even-tempered most of the time, but watching basketball really seems to get his blood going.

He cheers so loudly and enthusiastically you’re almost deafened. Once the game gets going he barely even seems to notice you.

You’re glad he’s enjoying himself. 

At half time, you get him to take a selfie with you to send to Seokjin as proof. 

You’ve just sent it when he leans over and kisses you on the cheek, quickly.

You turn to him, but he’s already turned away.

You think about the feel of his lips on your cheek for the rest of the game, and somehow the second half flies by.

Yoongi’s so hyped by the time the game ends that you keep smiling at how endearing he is. 

‘I feel like you need to talk about this to someone who knows about basketball,’ you remark as you walk back to your car.

He grins at you. ‘I might stop by Seokjin’s place.’

‘Ah sure,’ you say, a little crestfallen that he doesn’t want to go home with you.

You fiddle with your phone, realising you don’t even know where Seokjin lives. ‘Is home on your way?’

‘I’ll drop you off,’ he says. 

You’re quiet on the drive home. Yoongi pulls into your driveway and shuts the engine off. 

‘Hey,’ he says.

You turn to him. 

‘Thanks for getting us tickets. And thanks for coming with me.’

You smile. ‘It was Seokjin’s idea,’ you demur. ‘See you later, Yoongi.’

You get out of the car and are walking to the front entrance of your home when you hear the car door close behind you.

There’s footsteps, and by the time you turn, Yoongi’s standing in front of you, barely two feet away.

‘Hey,’ he says again. ‘Can I get a kiss goodnight?’

You reach into your brain for a snappy remark but come up with nothing.

All you can do is look up at him as he leans over you and kisses you. His tongue flicks at the seam of your lips, once, and then he’s pulling away.

He smooths your hair back from your face, tucking it behind your ear.

The action makes your heart flutter helplessly in your chest. He rarely ever touches you like this. 

Yoongi rubs his thumb over your bottom lip, gently.

‘I’ll see you later. I’ll try not to wake you up when I get in.’

He waits, engine idling, until you’re safely indoors before he drives off.

***

You’re nervous. It’s the night of the Rose Ball, and the charity auction where you’re going to orchestrate the first stage of making up with Yoongi.

You’ve picked a red dress because of what he said about you looking pretty in red.

Yoongi knocks on your bedroom door, because you’d wanted to get ready alone.

You open the door and take in the vision of your husband in a white dinner jacket, hair pushed back from his forehead and styled beautifully.

There are silver earrings glinting in his ears, and his hair is currently silver to match. 

‘You look very handsome,’ you tell him, honest.

He holds out his arm. ‘I think you’re wearing red on purpose to fuck with me, aren’t you? Quick, say something annoying so the universe can tilt back to its normal axis.’

Gamely, you pout at him and whine, ‘why didn’t you get me any new jewellery to wear, Yoongi?’

‘I’ve got some pearls I can put around your neck,’ Yoongi suggests. 

‘I’d rather you put them down my throat,’ you say, suggestively.

‘There’s my spoiled little horny heiress,’ Yoongi says, approvingly.

You roll your eyes. ‘I’m not spoiled.’ 

‘Try saying that in a less whiny tone,’ Yoongi tells you unsympathetically.

‘I’m not whiny.’

‘I hope you saved up some money to buy Kim Seokjin again tonight,’ Yoongi says.

You frown.

‘I’m gonna buy you, not Seokjin.’

He snorts. ‘I hope you’re not expecting me to buy you.’

You pause. This is an angle you hadn’t even considered. 

Yoongi raises an eyebrow, but says nothing.

At the ball, you read through the list of names up for auction. To your annoyance, Seokjin, Yoongi and you are all one after another, clustered together.

You think it’s an attempt to capitalise on the scandal of the previous time Seokjin and Yoongi were up for auction.

You’re nervous all throughout dinner, and by the time the auction starts you’re vibrating with nerves.

Seokjin stands when his name is announced, nodding at the emcee. Across the table from you, you can feel Yoongi’s eyes burning into your head. 

The bidding starts at a cool 5 million won, and rapidly escalates.

Seokjin, devastatingly handsome in a beautiful tux that emphasizes the broadness of his chest and shoulders, doesn’t even have the decency to pretend to be surprised.

You look at Yoongi and keep your hands perfectly still in your lap.

‘50 million won, do I hear 55?’ 

It’s a relief when the bidding closes at 75 million won. You don’t even see who the highest bidder is, concentrating on your husband sitting across from you.

When Yoongi’s name is announced, he stands and nods. 

You think to yourself again how beautiful your husband looks.

You keep up with the bids easily. To your annoyance, the bidding is fast and furious, and it’s only moments before you’re holding at 90 million won.

‘Do I hear 95?’ 

‘100 million won.’

You turn, aghast, and look into the diabolical and devious eyes of Kim Seokjin. 

Why the hell is Kim Seokjin driving up the bidding war on your husband?

Yoongi just looks amused when you stare at him, accusing.

‘110 million,’ you snap.

You try to stare the evil bastard down between bids.

By the time you get to 150 million won, you’re glaring daggers at Seokjin and Yoongi.

‘Sold to Mrs Min.’ 

There’s barely time to breathe a sigh of relief before you realise Yoongi and Seokjin are now patting each other on the back. 

To your chagrin, they leave the room as your name is announced.

As the bids escalate on you, you pull your phone out and send Yoongi a rapid fire text.

Y/N: Buy me or I won’t fuck you tonight.

Yoongi, the bastard, makes you wait on read.

You’re dialling his number when you realise two things. 

One, that the bidding’s somehow reached a hundred million won.

And two, that the main bidder is a very beautiful man whom you’ve never met.

‘Going once….’

You squirm in your seat as Yoongi and Seokjin walk back into the room.

If there’s any urgency in Yoongi at all that his wife is about to be sold to a random stranger, his face doesn’t show it.

You suppose this is exactly how he felt when you let Mrs Kang buy him.

‘Going twice to Mr Park Jimin.’

Yoongi lifts a brow, and his eyes snap to the beautiful man. 

He nods to the auctioneer, and bidding resumes.

Park Jimin seems pretty determined, but he’s no match for your husband.

Yoongi buys you for a shade under two hundred million won.

***

You’re trying to unfasten your necklace whilst Yoongi gets changed after the ball.

‘Two hundred million won,’ you say, teasingly. ‘Guess I’ll need to put out.’

Yoongi grunts, and a moment later he says, ‘lift your hair.’

You pull your hair away from the back of your neck and he unfastens your necklace for you. 

‘You don’t need to do anything you don’t want to,’ he says. 

Later, in bed, you’re lying awake next to Yoongi, thinking about the night.

‘Yoongi,’ you whisper.

He sounds like he’s stifling a groan. ‘What?’

‘Thanks for buying me.’

It’s so dark you can’t see any of his features.

Eventually, he says, ‘there was never a possibility that I wouldn’t.’

‘What?’ you ask, surprised. ‘Say that again.’

‘Good night, Y/N.’

***

You think that one of the things that irritated Yoongi the most about you when you first got married was your total lack of interest in getting to know his friends.

And so part two of making up with Yoongi involves Kim Namjoon.

He’s an interesting man, from what you know of him.

Like Yoongi and Seokjin, he comes from a privileged background. Unlike Yoongi and Seokjin, though, he’s not in the family business. He runs an art gallery in the city with his partner, Nayeon.

You’re apprehensive about approaching Namjoon at the gallery but you can’t think of any other way to meet him.

Seokjin’s less icy to you since you took Yoongi to watch basketball and since the successful completion of step 1, but there’s no way he’d voluntarily help you. 

You push open the glass door and decide to just walk around.

Unlike Seokjin, Namjoon doesn’t make you wait. 

You’re barely in the cool comfort of the gallery before he’s standing next to you. 

‘To what do I owe this pleasure?’ he asks, politely.

You search his expression for hints of sarcasm, but he seems perfectly sincere.

To be fair, you’ve never tried to provoke him like you did Seokjin.

You decide to be as direct as he is.

‘I was hoping to invite you and Nayeon for dinner at ours,’ you say.

He doesn’t answer straight away.

‘I haven’t really tried to get to know Yoongi’s friends, since we’ve been married,’ you say, pointing out the obvious. ‘I’m trying to remedy that.’

Namjoon gives you a long look. 

You wonder what Yoongi’s been saying about you to his friends.

Judging by how wary all his friends are around you, you don’t think he’s been singing your praises.

You’re just about to speak again, when Namjoon says, ‘Yoongi often comes to ours on a Sunday night for dinner. I’m sure Nayeon would be really pleased if you could make it with him this Sunday.’

You smile, grateful. ‘I’d love that.’

Namjoon gives you another long look, then a dimple flashes in his cheek.

It transforms his face, which up until now had been rather stern and intimidating.

‘I’ll see you Sunday.’

***

Yoongi’s watching you polish off the last of the bread at dinner, bemused.

You figure now’s as good a time as any to tell him about how you’ve invited yourself to dinner on Sunday.

He takes it in his stride.

‘I’ll try not to embarrass you,’ you say, jokingly.

‘Like when you sent my sexual health test results to my entire company?’ asks Yoongi.

You look down at your plate. 

Shit, another thing you need to atone for. 

‘Sorry about that,’ you tell him, contrite.

‘It’s fine,’ Yoongi says, rolling his eyes. ‘I became a meme for a few months, I can cope with that.’

You put your hand on his arm. ‘I really am sorry. Want a blow job?’

Yoongi rolls his eyes again. ‘Are we so emotionally stunted we can only communicate through sex?’

His tone is cutting. 

You’ve been so soft for him lately that there’s a pang of hurt in your chest.

‘You’re a lot more tolerable when you’re fucking me,’ you say, coldly.

‘Likewise, princess,’ Yoongi snaps.

You get up from the table and go to watch TV alone in your rooms.

By the time you go in to Yoongi’s bedroom, it’s dark.

You slide in next to him and turn away, back facing him.

You hear a sigh, then his hand pats the sheets, looking for yours. 

You tuck your hands between your legs.

Yoongi’s hand travels down your arm, seeking your hand.

His thumb brushes over your clit, and you let out a surprised ‘oh’.

Yoongi shifts over, spooning you, chest pressing against your back.

‘Can I touch you, princess?’ he asks, voice low. ‘I’ve been thinking about how you pouted at dinner and I’m so fucking hard.’

‘I don’t want to cum for you,’ you tell him, petulant.

Yoongi nibbles at your neck, sharp teeth sending shocks of pain and pleasure through you.

‘I’ll make you cum anyway, princess. Get you grinding against my hand and crying my name. You always sound so pretty for me.’

‘Yoongi,’ you murmur, but your legs are already spreading to make room for him.

‘That’s my girl,’ he says, fingers slipping through your slick heat like he hadn’t expected anything less. ‘Let me fuck the spoilt brat out of you until only my baby’s left, hmm?’

Yoongi talks dirty to you until you’re creaming around his fingers, then his cock.

***

Yoongi looks up from his phone and gives you a quelling look.

‘Stop fidgeting.’

You hug the bottle of wine you’re bringing to Nayeon and Namjoon’s place to your chest.

‘Who else is going to be there?’ you ask.

‘Usually it’s Seokjin and me. Sometimes Gyuri comes.’

You think about that and wish, childishly, that you’d chosen a nicer outfit.

You realise Yoongi’s watching your face.

‘I appreciate you wanting to meet my friends,’ he says, carefully. 

‘Oh it’s about time I made an effort, don’t you think?’

Yoongi gives you a long look and rings the doorbell.

You’re greeted by a relaxed-looking Nayeon.

You don’t know her well, but she’s always struck you as nice. You feel an odd pang as you see the affectionate way Yoongi greets her.

Here’s a whole other aspect of his life you’ve never been involved in.

You volunteer to help Namjoon cook the rice. To your bemusement, he’s frighteningly accident-prone.

Within five minutes, you’ve saved him from putting his hand on a hot pan twice. You shudder when you see him pick up a knife to chop vegetables.

Nayeon nudges you. ‘Don’t worry. He’s not too bad. Someone always keeps an eye on him.’

‘Like a toddler,’ you mutter, then you remember where you are.

Nayeon just laughs. ‘I think of it as he’s still getting used to his size.’

You laugh. ‘Let’s hope he doesn’t get any bigger then.’

You look up as Seokjin enters the kitchen with Yoongi.

Your eyes meet Seokjin’s. He nods coolly at you.

You smile back.

To your surprise, Yoongi claps a hand on Seokjin’s back. 

‘Yah, Jin, greet my wife properly.’

Seokjin pulls Nayeon into a hug, then stops just in front of you. 

You put out a hand for him to shake, and instead, he pulls you into a hug too. 

You look up at him, a little wary.

‘Don’t you need your bodyguard?’ you ask, unable to resist.

Seokjin narrows his eyes at you. ‘I’m watching you, brat,’ he replies, so softly only you can hear.

‘And Yoongi’s watching you,’ you return, snarky.

Seokjin’s eyes darken. ‘Clearly Yoongi’s too soft on you, given your attitude.’

‘Break it up,’ Yoongi’s voice says from behind Seokjin.

You slide around Seokjin and stand next to Yoongi. When Yoongi turns to talk to Nayeon, you flip Seokjin the bird.

He glares daggers at you but has to quickly rearrange his expression when Yoongi and Nayeon ask him a question.

You’re so busy fielding all the interactions that it’s a relief to sit down to dinner.

Ah shit. 

There are prawns in the broth, the one thing in the world you’re allergic to.

It’s your own fault. Early on in your marriage, for reasons known only to you, you’d decided to let Yoongi think you were a snob about seafood rather than just telling him you were allergic. Cue a very uncomfortable dinner when you’d refused to eat anything one of his chef friends had cooked.

Seokjin, next to you, looks at your untouched bowl pointedly. ‘Don’t you like it?’ he asks, voice so velvety it’s not immediately obvious he’s jeering at you. 

You grit your teeth and pray the epi-pen in your bag is in date. 

It’ll probably be fine, unless you have a whole prawn….

As if on cue, Yoongi hands you a prawn he’s just peeled.

You’d always thought Yoongi would be the death of you, but you’d thought the mechanism would be from hate fucking you into oblivion, or irritating you into apoplexy.

Not a fucking prawn that he’s peeled for you because he’s decided to be a solicitous husband for once in his life.

You can feel a few eyes on you.

‘Oh that looks delicious,’ you chirrup brightly. You accept the prawn, swallow it quickly, wait a beat, then excuse yourself.

You grab your bag on the way to the bathroom, fumbling for your epi-pen. 

You jab it into your thigh just as the familiar tingling starts in your throat.

The door opens, and you’re faced with Yoongi, staring at you. 

‘What the hell are you doing?’ he hisses. 

He grabs the epi-pen you’ve just dropped on the floor. 

‘Are you shooting up in my friends’ house?’ he snaps.

You shake your head, voice raspy. 

‘I’m allergic to prawns.’

Yoongi stares at you like he can’t quite believe his ears. 

‘What?’

You want to repeat yourself but your voice is getting hoarser. 

Yoongi seems to click into action then. ‘Fuck. Do you need the hospital?’

You nod. 

Moving faster than you’ve ever seen him, Yoongi grabs your arm and hustles you out of the bathroom.

He scolds you all the way to the hospital.

‘You’re an idiot, you know that? Why would you eat something you know you’re this allergic to?’

Two blocks away. 

‘Why couldn’t you just tell me? Of all the stupid stunts you’ve pulled—‘

At the entrance of the emergency room.

‘If you die from this I’m going to follow you into the afterlife and kill you again.’

You’d snap back if he didn’t sound more worried than angry.

Yoongi sits beside your bed, filling in a form on a tablet with your details. You can see him typing in your name. 

You grab his arm. ‘Not my name,’ you rasp.

Yoongi frowns at you. You fumble in your bag and pass him your driver’s license.

He looks at it for a long moment. 

‘You changed your name? You said —-‘

He cuts himself off with visible effort. You can see a vein throbbing in his forehead.

He fills in the rest of the form, swearing softly under his breath. 

You close your eyes and lose yourself to nightmares about prawns.

When you wake up, Yoongi’s sitting by your bed.

You say his name.

He runs a hand over his face. ‘How are you feeling, princess?’

‘I’m fine. Can we go home?’

‘They want to keep you in a little longer.’

You sigh. 

‘Why didn’t you tell me you were allergic to prawns?’ Yoongi asks.

He sighs. ‘That time, with Mingyu, when he made us all that food. I thought you were being such a bitch.’

‘I am a bitch,’ you say. ‘I hated you back then. I hated our marriage and I hated that it felt like I didn’t have any choice in anything.’

‘And so you decide to die because I fucking peeled you a prawn?’

‘Why did you do that? You always say if you can’t peel a prawn you don’t deserve to eat it.’

‘Jesus fucking christ. I just wanted to.’

‘What a time to choose to be the doting husband,’ you say, regretfully.

Yoongi snorts with laughter. ‘Are you allergic to anything else I need to know about?’

‘Assholes,’ you mutter. ‘That’s why Seokjin and I don’t get along.’

Yoongi laughs again. ‘You’re such a rude brat. He won’t stop calling me. He wants to apologise for putting pressure on you to have the broth.’

‘Nayeon and Namjoon want to know if you’re ok, too.’

‘Tell them I’m fine.’ 

‘Here,’ Yoongi says. ‘I’ll add you to the group chat and you can tell them yourself.’

You send off a few texts and put your phone down.

‘I need to call my lawyer,’ Yoongi says, running a hand through his hair.

‘You’re divorcing me over a prawn allergy?’

‘No,’ says Yoongi, patient. ‘Now that I know your real name, I need to get it changed in my will and also on all the properties I’ve invested in for you.’

‘Ooh, I’m in your will?’ you ask, intrigued. ‘What do I get?’

‘None of your business,’ Yoongi says.

You wave a hand threateningly. ‘I could kill you right now and find out.’

Yoongi fends you off easily. ‘You should be resting.’

‘We could be arguing about this at home,’ you point out.

By the time you’re discharged from the hospital, it’s the early hours of the morning.

When you get home, you’re greeted by Mrs Gye. 

‘I took care of it,’ she tells Yoongi.

Yoongi nods and thanks her.

‘Took care of what?’

‘Mr Min rang earlier and told us to get rid of all the prawns in the kitchen and pantry,’ Mrs Gye says. She’s apologetic. ‘We didn’t know you were allergic, Mrs Min.’

You glance at Yoongi, who’s slipping off his shoes. 

‘You didn’t have to —‘

He cuts you off. ‘It’s a risk I’d prefer not to take again.’

He starts up the stairs, heading for his bedroom. ‘I’m going to try and get some sleep.’

You hurry after him, because he’s not waiting for you. 

***

You’re coming out of your meeting with the manager of the third country club you got Yoongi blacklisted from when you spot a familiar face.

A familiar, beautiful but unwanted face.

‘Seokjin,’ you say, nodding politely.

He leans down, and automatically you present your cheek to him for a kiss.

‘How are you doing?’ he asks, courteously.

You narrow your eyes at him suspiciously. ‘I’m fine. And yourself?’

To your astonishment, he actually seems to be a little shamefaced as he says, ‘I’m sorry I urged you to have the broth at Namjoon and Nayeon’s the other day.’

‘It’s fine, you couldn’t have known,’ you say, neutrally.

‘What are you doing here?’

It’s your turn to look repentant. 

‘I got Yoongi blacklisted from all the country clubs. I’m getting him re-invited to all of them.’

Seokjin’s gaze is penetrating. 

‘You seem like you’re really trying to make amends,’ he observes.

‘Yeah well, I was, like you keep pointing out to me, a brat.’

He’s been walking with you to the lobby. 

‘Can I offer you a lift anywhere?’ he asks. 

‘Ah, I’ll just wait for a cab.’

He raises an eyebrow. ‘Doesn’t Yoongi have a driver?’ 

‘He does. I don’t.’ 

Seokjin nods to the car waiting for him. ‘Do you have other country clubs to go to?’

‘I have four left,’ you say. 

Seokjin looks at you in firm way he does. ‘Come on. I’ll take you.’

You climb into the back seat with Seokjin. 

‘You’re not taking me somewhere to murder me and dispose of my body, are you?’ you ask, only half-joking.

Seokjin settles back in his seat and loosens his tie. 

‘I’ve got the afternoon off, and I’d prefer not to commit murder during it,’ he says, not reassuringly. 

With Seokjin by your side, the next meeting is almost enjoyable. You even get offered champagne, which you gulp down.

Seokjin looks at you, amused. ‘Stressful day for you?’ 

‘You make me nervous,’ you admit. 

‘I just don’t want Yoongi to be hurt anymore.’

You digest the idea that Yoongi wasn’t just inconvenienced and embarrassed, but actually hurt by your actions of the last few years.

That would imply he cared.

You’re staring out the window, thinking, when Seokjin says. ‘Of course, he didn’t want to marry you either, at the beginning.’

You chew on your lip. 

‘But he was willing to make his best effort to be a good husband to you. He’s decent like that.’

You turn your head so Seokjin can’t see your face.

He’s not wrong. Yoongi’s never once retaliated for anything you’ve done to him. 

Instead he’d grown progressively more cold and impatient and distant.

The wave of guilt surprises you with its depth.

‘I’ll make it up to him,’ you say, quietly. 

Seokjin puts his hand on your arm so you’ll look at him.

‘He has a real soft spot for you,’ he tells you. ‘God knows why, I would have punished you long ago.’

You flick your eyes up at him. ‘Luckily I married a more forgiving man than you,’ you say, summoning your haughtiest tone.

Seokjin just laughs. ‘We both want the best for him,’ he says. ‘Maybe you’re not such a cold hearted bitch after all.’

‘Don’t get ahead of yourself. We aren’t friends,’ you sneer, out of habit.

Seokjin turns away and laughs quietly to himself.

At your next meeting, Seokjin gets whiskey served to you. 

You’re a total lightweight, and with your empty stomach, you know you’re heading to a danger zone.

But damn, it’s also intoxicating having polished, suave Seokjin by your side at these meetings with older men. 

It’s after your final meeting, three drinks later, that Seokjin says, ‘dinner?’

You hold on to his arm to steady yourself. 

‘Maybe we can have dinner at mine,’ you suggest. 

‘Great idea,’ Seokjin beams. ‘I love Mrs Gye’s cooking.’

You never actually make it inside the house. 

Yoongi finds you and Seokjin sprawled on the front steps, arguing about which country club offered the best membership package.

You slap a brochure onto the steps between you. 

‘This was clearly the best deal,’ you announce. You squint but it doesn’t make the words any clearer. 

Seokjin sweeps the brochure away dramatically. 

‘Wasn’t.’

‘Wassss.’

Yoongi says, dryly, ‘why do people who can’t handle their alcohol go drinking?’

Both you and Seokjin glare at each other, then at him.

Yoongi sighs. ‘I can’t carry both of you at once.’

‘Take the asshole first,’ you snap.

Seokjin leans towards you menacingly. ‘What did you call me?’

Yoongi hurriedly lifts you up under the arms, and you curl into his chest. 

‘Take me to bed, Yoongi,’ you say, looking up at him. 

‘You’re heavier than you look,’ Yoongi grunts.

‘It’s my brain,’ you say, trying be helpful. 

Seokjin snorts rudely behind you.

Yoongi says, voice low, rumbling in his chest, ‘ignore him.’

You press a kiss to Yoongi’s chest. ‘Sorry I’m so heavy.’

He smiles at you with that looks like affection. 

‘It’s fine. I’ll just drop you if it’s too much for me.’

Yoongi helps you into bed and unzips your dress. 

‘Can you do the rest so I can get Seokjin?’ he asks.

You nod, convincingly. You’re still trying to tug your arm out of the sleeve when you give up and pass out.

Yoongi helps Seokjin into your bed and returns to his room to find you sprawled exactly where he left you, half undressed.

He slips your dress off you. You crack an eye open.

‘Yoongi,’ you say, whiny.

Yoongi replies, ‘yes?’

‘I just want you to like me,’ you say. For a moment you look completely lucid, and sad.

His heart gives a dangerous jolt then, like somehow, you’ve worked your way into it. Like a household pest.

Yoongi can’t bear the thought of exterminating you.

‘Stop being so annoying then,’ Yoongi says, trying to be stern but it comes out weak. He’s not even convincing himself at this point.

You put your hand over your heart. ‘I’ll try my best,’ you promise.

***

At breakfast, Yoongi frowns at his phone. 

‘Why am I getting invited to become a member of every country club in the vicinity?’

Seokjin, dressed in Yoongi’s clothes, mumbles something unintelligible into his cereal.

You look up from your pancakes and through your sunglasses at your husband.

‘I got you blacklisted from every single country club in the area when we first got married, so I spent yesterday getting you reinvited.’

You point your fork at Seokjin and say, grudgingly, ‘Seokjin helped.’

Seokjin sips his juice. 

‘Why did we drink so much?’ he asks.

‘You’re the one that kept asking for drinks,’ you point out.

Yoongi holds up a hand between you to break you up.

‘Why?’ he asks.

‘I’m making up for being awful to you,’ you tell him.

Yoongi frowns. ‘Is that why you’ve been so erratic lately?’

You’re offended. ‘I’m not erratic.’

‘Taking me to that basketball game? Buying me at the auction? Dinner at Namjoon and Nayeon’s?’ Yoongi asks.

‘Riding you in the shower yesterday,’ you add.

Seokjin covers his ears.

‘I’m being nice,’ you say.

Yoongi says, ‘I appreciate your efforts, but you don’t have to make anything up to me.’

‘She does,’ Seokjin interjects.

You toss a pancake at him. 

Yoongi rolls his eyes.

‘We’ll talk later,’ he says to you.

‘I don’t know why he’s still here,’ you say to Yoongi, like Seokjin’s not in the room.

Yoongi pushes your coffee towards you. ‘Drink. Finish your breakfast. Seokjin and I have a meeting to get to. Let’s talk later.’

‘I have a surprise for you tonight,’ you say, remembering.

Yoongi leans down to kiss your cheek.

‘I don’t like surprises.’

‘You’ll like this one,’ you promise. 

***

You once sent a troupe of strippers to put on a show at an important business meeting Yoongi had organised with a notoriously conservative client.

The deal had fallen through despite months of preparation and expense.

It was then that Yoongi had finally snapped and called you a cold hearted bitch for the first time.

You’d thought long and hard about how to make this up to him, and you don’t know enough about his company to source an equivalent deal.

You’re hoping dancing for him in the red teddy he got you will help.

You’re not a bad dancer, and you’ve been taking lessons for weeks, enough that you’re pretty confident you can pull it off.

You’ve hired a room in an underground sex club, hoping the gritty feel will add to the thrill of it.

Yoongi raises his eyebrows when you lead him through the private entrance off the street, down a flight of stairs, to a darkened corridor.

You lift the keycard out of your thigh-high stockings and unlock the door. 

You’d shared a bottle of wine at dinner, and you’re feeling good.

There’s a chair in the middle of the room, like you’d specified. The lights are off apart from a blue glow. It’s dark enough to lend a sense of intimacy, but light enough that you can see Yoongi’s gorgeous face clearly.

God, your husband looks beautiful tonight, all in black, his lips stained from the wine.

He leans back on the chair, legs spread, watching you.

The one thing you’ve always liked about Yoongi that he knows when to keep his mouth shut.

His lips part as you turn in front of him and unzip your dress. It puddles on the floor in a shimmering heap.

You hit play on the music and start dancing.

Yoongi’s gaze focuses intensely on you as you dance for him. You put your legs on his thighs, pushing them apart to make space for yourself as you shimmy between them.

Your ass brushes his crotch, deliberately, lingering longer and longer with each pass until you’re grinding against him.

Yoongi, like a seasoned strip club connoisseur, keeps his hands to himself, braced on his thighs.

You turn so you’re facing him, leaning forward to encourage him to look down the top of your silky teddy. Your nipples are stiff, pushing against the silk, and you put two fingers in his mouth.

He needs no prompting, sucking on your fingers, tongue delving between them suggestively.

You put a hand on his shoulder and run your wet fingers over your nipples. 

Yoongi grunts, eyes fixed on your tits.

You slide your hand down between your legs and lean over him to whisper in his ear.

‘I’m imagining your fingers here, Yoongi,’ you purr, gratified by how you can see his skin prickling with goosebumps.

Yoongi licks his lips. His voice, when it comes out, is so deep you’re wet just listening to him.

‘You know you really fuck me off sometimes,’ he says. 

For the first time since you started dancing for him, you falter.

You look at him uncertainly. 

His hand comes out, landing on your silk-covered hip, long fingers splaying over your ass.

‘I think it’s your face,’ he muses, almost like he’s talking to himself. ‘Your face is so fucking bratty I want to shove my dick in your mouth just to shut you up.’

He pulls you down so you’re sitting in his lap, straddling him. 

He cups your jaw, pulling your face closer to his. His thumb traces over your bottom lip, teasing at the seam of your lips until your lips part enough for him to slip his thumb in.

Automatically, you suck. 

‘There,’ Yoongi says. ‘You always look so pretty with me in your mouth.’

You can’t help yourself. You whimper around his thumb.

‘I like this even more though,’ he says. 

Eyes on you, he moves his hand down your hip, cupping you between your legs, parted on his lap.

Like this, you’re spread out on top of him.

Yoongi hisses as he feels how slick you are. He teases at your clit, one finger slipping into you.

You say his name. God, he feels good.

He curls his finger, and you whimper again.

‘Your little pussy knows it belongs to me,’ he says, almost conversational, as he strokes your clit.

He presses an open-mouthed kiss to your breast as he fingers you, tongue laving the red silk.

You slip a strap down your shoulder so your breast is exposed, nipple taut for him.

‘Do it properly, Yoongi,’ you whine.

Yoongi laughs darkly. ‘Where’s your manners, baby?’

Your mouth snaps closed, lips thinning into a straight line. Your eyes flash at him.

Yoongi’s looking at you. 

‘There you are,’ he says, but oddly, there’s affection in his voice. 

He tilts his head to slant his mouth over yours in a slow kiss at the same time his fingers start scissoring inside you.

He smells so good. He pulls away and leans his forehead against yours. 

‘I kiss you all the time, brat, how could you say we skip straight to the fucking?’

You’re hazy with pleasure, his fingers haven’t stopped moving inside you, and he always seems to go unerringly to the spot that makes you cry out his name and beg for more.

You’re begging now. 

‘Yoongi,’ you moan. 

‘Who fucks you like this, brat?’ he hisses.

‘You,’ you answer, ‘please, Yoongi.’

‘That’s right,’ he says. ‘That’s fucking right.’

You’re grinding against his hand now, each movement making you flutter around his fingers. You’re so close you can taste it, chasing your high.

Yoongi pulls his fingers out, and you cry out. 

‘Yoongi!’

‘Cum on my cock, let me feel you.’

You fumble with the zipper on his pants, and he hisses as you draw him out. 

He grabs your hips and sinks you down onto his cock.

Fuck, he’s so thick and hot you could cum even if he stayed perfectly still.

Yoongi shudders. ‘Fuck. Fuck. Feel me, baby? You get me so hard for you it hurts.’

Your eyes are squeezed shut, concentrating on the feel of him.

‘So fucking tight for me, shit.’

You’re already starting to tighten around his cock when he slaps your thigh. ‘Go on, this is what you wanted isn’t it? Fucking take it, baby.’

His voice is low, slurred, pupils blown all the way.

He’s rude as fuck, and you’re about to cum your brains out thinking about it.

Only Min Yoongi could do this to you.

He knows it. His breathing is ragged, but he somehow has the presence of mind to say, ‘fuck. Does my baby want tenderness too?’

His lips press against yours, he slides his tongue into your mouth, and he cradles the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair.

‘Fucking cum for me,’ he murmurs. 

You slam your hips against his again, and finally, finally, you cum.

You curl into his chest, and he’s there, mouth on your hair. 

‘You did so well,’ he tells you. ‘Waving that ass in the air for me, shit. Wearing this. You’re gonna need to do this again.’

‘I want to be good for you,’ you say.

Yoongi tilts your face so you’ll look at him.

‘Why? I’m a cold bastard most of the time.’

‘You have a nice cock,’ you offer.

Yoongi laughs. ‘You can have my cock anytime. It’s all yours.’

‘Oh are we exclusive now?’ you tease.

‘I’m wearing your ring around my finger,’ Yoongi reminds you, showing you his hand. 

You tilt your head, pretending to think about it.

‘I’ll get you another ring to put around your cock.’

Yoongi grins and slaps your ass, gently. ‘Come on, get dressed. I want to get into bed with you. It’s my favourite part of the day.’

You want to ask if he really means that, but he’s already opening the door. 

***

Yoongi looks pretty sexy when he’s concentrating, you decide. 

You’ve graduated from sleeping together to also spending time together in his study sometimes in the evenings.

You’re trying to concentrate on reading a brief your social media manager prepared for you, but really your husband who isn’t doing anything other than frowning at his work, is distracting you.

Yoongi glances at you. ‘Need help with anything?’

You hum. 

He walks around his desk to stand next to you. 

‘What are you working on?’

You show him your brief. ‘Just prepping for a meeting tomorrow.’

Yoongi looks like he’s concentrating again, reading over your shoulder.

‘I’ve got it, Yoongi,’ you tell him.

He glances at you. 

‘I didn’t say you didn’t.’

You try to ignore the flare of irritation as Yoongi walks back to his desk.

You know Yoongi has a sharp intellect and great business instincts. He’s earned every bit of his impressive reputation.

You’d be a fool to turn down his help.

Maybe you are a fool. But you don’t want him to see you as the impulsive devil-may-care hellion he married. You want to show him that you, too, have earned your right for respect in your role.

You chew on that for a bit, and finally, sighing, give up and go to bed.

You guess it’s going to take a bit longer to change Yoongi’s perception of you.

***

You got up to a lot of shenanigans on your honeymoon with Yoongi. 

You were drunk for a lot of it, so you don’t remember much, but the bits you do remember are all bad.

You’d started drinking on the plane and spent the first night throwing up in the hotel bathroom.

And the second. Possibly the third.

You’d straight up disappeared after breakfast one day and had spent a day wandering the city on your own.

You’d also refused to sleep with him, claiming you were being treated for gonorrhoea. You’d accused him of giving it to you, which was how you’d ended up getting your hands on his test results to send to his company.

At least this is an easy thing to make up to Yoongi.

You couldn’t possibly make it a worse experience.

You’ve organised a weekend away with him, in a rustic little cabin by the lakes.

It works on many levels. The cabin’s a fair drive away, which means you get to watch your husband drive sexily. You think Yoongi likes nature, and you envisage doing a bit of paddling, maybe some fishing. 

Also, the isolation of the cabin means you won’t get any noise complaints, important because you intend on fucking Yoongi constantly this weekend.

You’re still congratulating yourself on your genius when Yoongi wakes up the morning you’re due to leave.

You’ve been awake for hours.

The smile you turn on him is so bright he grimaces.

Ah. You keep forgetting he’s not a morning person. Also you have no idea what time he got in last night.

You scurry out of bed to grab him a coffee and promptly trip over his slippers.

Yoongi swears behind you. ‘Why do you keep falling over my slippers? They’re in the same place every time.’

‘Maybe you shouldn’t leave them there,’ you retort, hurt. 

Then you remember you’re on your best behaviour. 

You bite your tongue and go to grab him a coffee. 

When you get back, he’s on his back, staring at the ceiling. 

‘Got you coffee,’ you say, holding out his mug.

He accepts with a gravelly ‘thanks.’

You’re brushing your teeth when he says, ‘there’s been a supply problem with the new line we’re launching. I may need to spend time this weekend on the phone.’ 

‘That’s fine,’ you say, brightly. You’re determined not to let anything mar your new honeymoon weekend.

Yoongi says, gently, ‘is there any way we could reschedule?’

You stare at him. ‘Do you not want to go?’ 

The words are out before you get a chance to think them over. You could kick yourself at the neediness in your tone.

Yoongi says, ‘of course I want to go, I just don’t want you to be disappointed.’

You’re starting to wonder if he’s trying to tell you he doesn’t want to go. 

‘I won’t be disappointed,’ you say, watching his face carefully.

Yoongi smiles at you. ‘Then let’s set off after breakfast.’

Yoongi’s quiet as he’s driving, and you notice how tired he looks. You’re just about to suggest he pulls over to let you drive when he says, ‘something on my face?’

‘You look tired,’ you say. 

‘I am tired,’ he tells you. He smiles at you, faintly. ‘This upcoming collaboration with Novatech will be the biggest, most high-stakes project I’ve started since I took over from my father. I can’t afford for it to fail.’

‘Why would it fail?’ you ask.

‘There are a lot of moving parts,’ Yoongi says, vaguely.

‘I’m sure it’ll be a roaring success,’ you say, faith firmly in your capable, successful husband.

Yoongi says, ‘just don’t try to sabotage me.’

You say, earnestly, ‘those days are behind me.’

‘It’s a shame,’ Yoongi says, ‘I’m going to miss spanking you for misbehaving.’

That reminds you. 

‘You can spank me anytime,’ you tell Yoongi. ‘Also, check out these new panties I bought.’

Yoongi glances at you and nearly swerves off the road.

‘Are you wearing crotchless panties?’ he asks, and he looks intrigued and flustered all at once.

‘It’s called an ouvert,’ you explain. ‘That’s French for open.’

Yoongi mutters something to himself you don’t quite catch.

‘What did you say?’ you ask, sweet as pie.

‘I said, your fucking pussy is going to kill me,’ Yoongi says. 

He gives you a half smile, lazy, devastating. 

‘I can’t think of a better way to go.’

***

Yoongi’s phone rings the moment you step into the cabin.

You wonder if you should have plumped for somewhere more rustic with no cell reception.

You unpack half-heartedly, watching from the window as he paces around outside the cabin.

He rubs a hand over his forehead, looking more stressed and tired than you’ve ever seen him.

Maybe he’s been stressed like this before but you haven’t been paying attention.

You come out to bring him a glass of water.

He smiles at you, still on his phone.  

You flash him your ass and glance back to see if he’s watching. 

He isn’t.

When Yoongi’s done on the phone you grab him. 

‘Want to go for a walk? I’ll protect you from the wolves.’

‘I am the wolf,’ Yoongi says, but it’s half hearted.

‘Hey, why don’t you take a break. I’ll rub your back.’

Yoongi perks up at your suggestion, and it’s the most animated you’ve seen him all day.

You get him to lay on the bed just in his briefs.

You wonder if you’ll ever get used to how beautiful his body is.

You put your hands on his shoulders and knead, and his deep groan makes you feel good in so many ways.

You can feel Yoongi’s muscles relax as you massage over his shoulders and down his back. When you get to his legs he twitches a little like he’s falling asleep.

By the time you get to his feet he’s dead asleep.

You cover him with a blanket and a kiss and head out for a walk.

When you get back he’s still asleep, so you make a space for yourself next to him and join him.

You’re awakened by Yoongi’s hand on your shoulder. 

‘Hey, I made dinner for us.’

You blink, disoriented. ‘What time is it?’

‘It’s late. Come on. We’ll sleep better when we’re full.’

Yoongi’s made ram-don. You sigh happily as you sit down in front of the steaming bowl. Instead of sitting across from you, Yoongi slides in next to you.

His thigh nudges yours. He puts his free hand on your thigh. 

You look at him curiously.

Yoongi says, ‘eat.’

The noodles are delicious, but you find you’re enjoying Yoongi’s hand on your thigh just as much. 

You put your hand on his, and smile at him as he knits your fingers together. 

It’s sweet, and silly, and something you wouldn’t expect from your normally brisk, impatient husband.

Yoongi watches you finish your noodles, enjoying the warmth of your thigh and hand. He shifts a little, because he’s quite sure he shouldn’t have a raging hard-on from doing something as innocent as holding your hand.

You’re smiling at him so happily. If Yoongi’d known that holding your hand would be enough to make you smile like that he’d have tried to hold hands with you this whole time.

You’re finished with your late dinner. Yoongi stops you when you get up to start clearing up.

‘Let me do it. Why don’t we watch a movie? You set it up and I’ll clear up here.’

By the time Yoongi finishes clearing up, you’re ensconced on the couch, so covered in blankets he can barely see you. The lights are low, the TV on playing some movie Yoongi knows he’s not going to get into. 

He’d rather watch you.

He slides in next to you and holds out his arm.

You look at him like you’ve never been invited to snuggle before.

To be fair, Yoongi doesn’t think you’ve ever done this together.

He lowers his arm like he’s changed his mind, and you’re next to him so quickly he has to bite back a smile.

You rest your head in the curve between his neck and shoulder, cheek on his chest.

Your hand flutters over his torso, finally landing on his stomach. You turn in, nose against his chest, breathing him in.

It’s adorable. You’re adorable.

Yoongi wants to fight dragons for you. 

He leans down and sniffs your hair as quietly as he can. 

Your breathing is easy, slow, and Yoongi realises you’ve fallen asleep when you go boneless in his arms. 

He wonders if you know how much he’s prepared to do for you if you ever asked.

Part 2

©hamsterclaw 2022

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Vows (Part 2)

aka 10 ways to win your husband's heart: an arranged marriage AU

You're five years into your arranged marriage with Min Yoongi, and he's never once retaliated for anything you've done to him. One day you realise you've lost your appetite for provoking him, and you set about trying to win his heart instead.

Pairing: Yoongi x F! reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Arranged marriage, e2l, smut, angst

Word count: 5k

Warnings: Sex and swearing

Read part 1 here.

Nara puts a slice of sashimi on your plate.

‘How’s making up with your husband going?’ she asks.

You shrug. ‘I’ve got five things left to do.’

‘Five?’ Nara asks. ‘Surely he’s already soft for you? Why do you even have to do any more things?’

‘It’s not about making him soft for me. It’s making up for all the things I did to him.’

‘Is he even asking you to do any of this?’

‘He never asks for anything,’ you say. 

‘Figures. I’ve always pegged him as the strong silent type.’

You don’t think it’s that, though. Yoongi has no problem being vocal when it comes to telling you off. 

You think Nara has a point.

‘Maybe I’ll just ask him what he wants.’

You can’t believe that Yoongi would ever ask you for anything, but it’s worth a shot.

***

You stare at your husband over the dining table in disbelief. 

‘A month?’

‘You asked,’ Yoongi says, shrugging.

‘No. I never did anything that bad.’

Yoongi just picks up another dumpling and pops it in his mouth, chewing nonchalantly.

‘You asked how you could make things up to me. Do everything I say for a month and we’ll have a clean slate.’

‘I’ll do everything you say for a day,’ you bargain.

‘A week,’ counters Yoongi. 

‘It’ll probably just be sex things,’ you mutter to yourself.

Yoongi raises an eyebrow. ‘And you wouldn’t enjoy that?’

You bite your lip. ‘A weekend?’ you offer.

Yoongi considers this. 

He puts out his hand. 

You shake it.

***

It’s your weekend of enforced subservience to Yoongi. You’ve been subtly prying all week, trying to get a hint of what he’s got planned, but your husband’s been a closed book.

Well, as closed off as he normally is.

Although he’s been more open lately. You think of the night in the cabin you fell asleep in his arms and woke up to him stroking your hair.

You think your husband’s starting to warm towards you. 

He even gave you a kiss yesterday morning on his way out.

Beside you, Yoongi turns over. ‘Morning, princess.’

You never thought you’d enjoy being called princess but it’s different when Min Yoongi’s saying it in his gravelly, early morning voice.

‘Morning,’ you say.

Yoongi lays on his back, running a hand through his hair. ‘I was thinking, I call you all sorts of things, but you don’t call me anything.’

‘You mean, like, baby?’ you ask.

Yoongi laughs. ‘Am I a baby?’

You can’t think of anyone less baby-like than your confident, capable husband.

‘You’re more of an oppa,’ you say, honestly. ‘Or a daddy.’

Yoongi props himself up on one arm. ‘Not sure about daddy but I could probably get behind oppa.’

‘Noted,’ you say cheerfully. You sit up, and Yoongi holds you back as you swing your legs onto the floor.

He sweeps his slippers out of the way with his arm.

‘Don’t trip,’ he orders. 

‘Yes oppa,’ you say, half joking.

Yoongi laughs. ‘Maybe we should save it for when we’re in bed together.’

‘I like Yoongi,’ you tell him, heading for his bathroom. ‘Two syllables is nice to wrap my tongue round.’

‘I have something else you can wrap your tongue round,’ Yoongi says. 

You laugh and pull your t-shirt, well, Yoongi’s t-shirt, over your head. 

You pause just before you step into the shower. ‘Wait, was that an order?’

Yoongi’s already brushing his teeth. ‘I won’t order you to do any sex things with me. I’d rather you begged for it.’

‘I have another ouvert,’ you say, turning the shower on.

‘Wear it,’ Yoongi says instantly. 

You both laugh. 

‘Yes, sir,’ you say.

Yoongi cocks his head to one side. ‘Sir,’ he says, considering.

You lather up your hair. 

‘No way.’

***

At breakfast Yoongi says you’re going to visit his grandmother. 

It’s not at all what you were expecting. 

You like Yoongi’s family, and you think they like you too. His grandmother’s always been warm towards you.

‘I like visiting your family,’ you say.

Yoongi glances at you. ‘Did you think I was going to make you do things you don’t want to?’

‘I’ll be honest, I thought anal was on the agenda.’

Yoongi scoffs. ‘Like I said, I won’t make you do anything sexual. You’ll have to beg for it.’

‘I’ll never beg,’ you say, just out of defiance. You’re perfectly aware Yoongi’s brought you to the point to begging in the past.

Yoongi’s expression shows he knows it as well as you do.

‘My grandmother’s having a family get together today. Most of my family will be there.’

‘Sounds lovely,’ you say, enthusiastically. 

You love Yoongi’s nieces and nephews.

Yoongi says, ‘they’re expecting us for lunch.’

‘One dutiful, pliant, obedient wife coming up,’ you reply.

Yoongi shakes his head. ‘Not too pliant, they’ll think you’re being sarcastic.’

‘Yes oppa.’

Yoongi scoffs, but you see the way his lips twitch as he turns away.

***

Ah shit.

You’d forgotten about Yoongi’s cousin. 

Yoonseok and Yoongi have always been competitive, from what you can glean.

They grew up together, but took wildly different paths. 

Yoongi, as the eldest son of the eldest brother, was always set to take over the company.

Yoonseok, with a similar drive and ambition but a different set of talents, became a professional basketball player.

You’ve always had a thing for athletes, the man you dated on and off before you married Yoongi was a football player.

Fresh out of your whirlwind marriage to your aloof, distant husband, you’d turned your attentions to flirting outrageously with Yoonseok in front of Yoongi.

You’d initially wanted to just get a reaction out of Yoongi, but as he’d shown no discernible reaction, your antics, encouraged by Yoonseok, had got progressively more outrageous.

You have a vague memory of cavorting in a tiny bikini in the pool of Min family home with a shirtless Yoonseok. Also of grinding drunkenly with Yoonseok at a family wedding anniversary. 

You cringe at the memory. 

Yoonseok approaches you when Yoongi’s drafted to help with the barbecue.

‘Hey, Y/N,’ he says.

You’re not going to lie, Yoonseok’s stunning, all muscles and height, but for the first time, you’re left cold. 

He’s not a patch on your grumpy husband.

‘Hey, how’ve you been?’ you ask, politely.

‘Great,’ he says, smiling warmly at you. 

He takes the tray you’re holding out of your hands, and you realise there’s another opportunity to make something up to Yoongi. 

You’d planned to do it at his parents’ wedding anniversary next month, but you can do it right now. 

You’ve always been a fan of ruthless efficiency. 

‘Hey, Yoonseok,’ you say, putting your hand on his arm. 

His gaze falls to your hand, and you take it away hurriedly. 

‘I’m trying to make up for all the things I’ve done to Yoongi, and this —’ you gesture between you and him, ‘is right up there.’ 

‘You’re gonna need to be more specific,’ Yoonseok says, the bastard. 

You guess being a gorgeous asshole runs in the family. 

You look up at him. Damn. He’s really going to make you say it. 

You say, voice as flat as possible, ‘flirting with you every chance I got.’ 

Your timing couldn’t be worse. Yoongi walks into the kitchen to see you and Yoonseok, and in time to hear your sentence. 

He looks at both of you carefully. 

‘I was just saying to Yoonseok that I’m trying to make up for all the outrageous things I did in the early days of our marriage,’ you say to Yoongi. 

Yoongi’s face is expressionless. 

‘Like flirting with a bunch of men I really had no interest in,’ you finish, determined. 

‘Ouch,’ says Yoonseok. 

You feel like dumping the entire tray over his gorgeous head. 

‘Ah,’ says Yoongi. 

You stand between the monosyllabic Min men awkwardly, then decide there’s no salvaging this. 

‘I should — ‘ 

You’re out the door without finishing your sentence. 

Yoongi says barely anything to you at the meal, and for once, Yoonseok doesn’t try to sit next to you. 

When Yoongi’s nephew Junho suggests a game of ultimate frisbee you’re the first to volunteer. 

Thankfully you’re dressed appropriately enough to get dirty. 

Ah shit. 

There’s enough of you to play three-a-side, and somehow you end up on Yoongi’s team with Junho. 

You consider protesting over Yoonseok, a professional athlete, being allowed to play, but seeing as he’s paired with twin ten year olds, Sana and Mina, you think you can probably let it slide. 

Yoongi and Junho are discussing strategy, and you pretend to listen. 

‘Got it?’ asks Yoongi, looking at you sternly. 

You think you’re less of a liability than nine year old Junho but you nod meekly anyway. 

The game starts easily enough, you quickly work out that Junho’s quick and Sana’s highly competitive. 

Yoongi snaps the frisbee to you, and you catch it, tossing it to Junho. 

Yoonseok plows into Yoongi for no discernible reason. 

You’re about to run to him when Yoongi jumps up and into him. 

You hadn’t realise Yoongi was so quick. 

No one acknowledges the goal you score when you run into the end zone and Junho tosses the frisbee back to you. 

Sana and Mina score a goal whilst Yoongi and Yoonseok continue to wrestle. 

You consider getting involved as the only other adult present, but Yoongi looks kind of hot like this, teeth gritted, sweaty, panting. 

Also, he hasn’t looked at you once, arms trembling with the effort of holding Yoonseok down.

Mina intercepts a careless pass from Junho, and she scores another goal. 

Junho yells, ‘Come on, we got this!’ 

You’re torn between not letting down your 9 year old teammate and feeling a little worried and a lot horny for your sweaty, intense husband. 

Junho throws another careless pass, and the frisbee thwacks Yoonseok on the head. 

He turns to look at you, incredulous. 

Now you’re torn between selling out your 9 year old teammate and being mown down by a sweaty-ass man built like a brick wall. 

‘RUN!’ you shout. You grab Junho’s hand and, no questions asked, he runs with you. 

You can hear that you’re being pursued, but you don’t dare turn. 

You can hear Yoongi’s low voice. ‘Come back, motherfucker!’ he hisses. 

Ah shit. Ah shit. 

Junho trips and you turn, fully expecting to be mown down by Yoonseok. 

Instead, you see Yoongi starfishing on top of Yoonseok. 

‘Get off!’

‘Make me,’ Yoongi grunts. 

Shit. Again, you think how fucking hot Yoongi is when he’s angry. 

Junho turns over, and at first you think he’s injured, and then you realise he’s laughing. 

‘Motherfucker!’ he yells. 

You, Yoongi and Yoonseok freeze. 

‘Damn,’ Yoonseok says, smug. ‘Good luck explaining that to halmeoni.’ 

***

Yoongi steps out of the shower, towel around his waist.

You’re already showered, lounging on the bed in a silky slip. 

He barely raises an eyebrow at you. 

‘Are you going to give me the silent treatment all weekend?’ you ask. ‘How are you going to get me to do what you want if you won’t talk to me?’ 

Yoongi towels his hair, and you stop him. 

‘Sit, let me dry your hair.’ 

He’s been growing his hair out lately. It suits him. 

You grab a frizz-tamer from the toiletries you’ve been gradually moving into Yoongi’s bedroom and pump some into your hand. 

Yoongi sits, quietly, looking at you in the mirror whilst you dry his hair. 

‘There,’ you say, when you’re finished. 

You’ve styled his hair away from his forehead, it’s a look you love on him. 

‘I’m just going to bed,’ Yoongi says. 

‘Am I going to bed with you?’ you ask. 

Yoongi sighs. ‘I’d never kick you out of bed,’ he tells you. 

‘Not even if I —’ you fall silent as you click through all the things you’ve done to Yoongi over the last five years and realise you’ve done all the worst things you can think of already. 

Yoongi looks at you. It feels a little bit like he’s waiting for something. 

‘I’m sorry for being such a terrible person,’ you offer. 

‘I’m sorry for not being the husband you wanted,’ Yoongi says. 

‘Damn, I should have said that. Can I change my apology?’ 

Yoongi gives you a half-smile. He starts to stand, and you reach out and tug his towel. The two sides come apart, and you kneel between his legs. 

‘Please,’ you say, looking up at him. 

Yoongi strokes your hair away from your face. ‘I’m always thinking about this,’ he says. 

‘Me sucking your cock?’ you ask, kissing your way up his thigh. 

‘You and me,’ he replies. 

He hardens as you lick along his cock. You curl your fingers around him and put him in your mouth.

Soon, he’s hard enough to push against the roof of your mouth. 

You lick a stripe along the underside of his cock, and he hardens even more. 

‘You like this, oppa?’ 

‘I like it, jagiya.’ 

Yoongi’s cock is beautiful when it’s fully hard -- perfectly straight, veiny and thick enough to make you gasp when he first enters you, no matter how many times you’ve had him. 

He seems to know how much you like the stretch as he pushes into you, he’s always slow about it, teasing at your entrance, pushing in slowly until you’re writhing under him. 

He leads you onto the bed now, somehow hitting the lights as he goes because he knows you like it when it’s dark. 

You get on your hands and knees for him, poised at the end of the bed. 

You can hear him approach you. He puts a hand on your bare ass, groans and slides his hand up your naked back.

‘Always so quick to get naked for me, princess,’ he says.

‘I love being naked for you, daddy.’

His hand stops on your hip. 

‘Yeah sorry oppa I was just trying it out.’

Yoongi laughs and slides a finger down your slit, pushing your thighs apart.

‘When you’re wet and naked like this, baby, you can call me anything you want.’

‘I want to call you Yoongi,’ you tell him. 

You can feel the head of his cock against your cunt. 

He slips in, and you moan.

His hand splays across the curve of your spine, angling you for him.

‘You’re always so perfect for me,’ he says. He kisses your back, following the line of your spine. 

His hands come around to cup your breasts, toying with your nipples. You cry out as he pinches.

‘Yoongi!’

He shoves his hips against your ass. ‘I’m here,’ he tells you. 

You put your hand on his, over your breast. Yoongi stops, and then he pulls out, flipping you over on the bed.

‘Look at me,’ he says. You look up at him as he enters you again.

He knits his fingers through yours, holding your hand as he rocks into you. 

His lips meet yours in a slow, tender kiss. He slides all the way into you, until his cock feels so deep you don’t know where he ends and you begin.

He stays still like that, hard and heavy within you, as he kisses your lips, your cheeks, your eyes.

It feels like he’s loving you more than he’s fucking you.

‘Are you ok, baby?’ he asks, and he sounds so tender you feel a surge of emotion. You haven’t got the headspace to unpick it right now.

So you nod and smile up at him. ‘I’m good, Yoongi.’

He smiles back. 

‘You’re so soft, like this.’

You shift your hips. ‘You’re very hard,’ you observe, grinning.

He thrusts, once, and you moan.

‘Don’t stop,’ you say. 

You can feel his cock jerk at the pleading in your voice.

He lifts your leg to his shoulder, and you both moan at the change in position.

Yoongi turns his head to kiss your calf as he starts moving again. 

You’re so wet now you can hear yourself over the slap of his skin on yours.

His lips seek yours again, swallowing your cries as you pulse around his cock. He shudders and you feel his warmth fill you.

You pull him down on top of you in a tangle of limbs and sweaty skin, and you’ve never felt so complete.

***

You’ve planned out the final three stages of your plan to make things up to Yoongi with laser precision.

Well, as precise as you’re capable of being.

You meet Yoongi for lunch sometimes these days, and today you’ve taken the afternoon off because you know he’s playing tennis with Seokjin after lunch.

In the first couple of years after you got married, Yoongi had forgone his driver and driven you around in his car, a vintage sports car he’d seemed to like. 

You’d had it sold to a classic car collector and used the money to buy him a completely different car, the antithesis of the car he’d had. It was flashy, and brand new, and soulless. 

You still remember the way his jaw clenched when you presented it to him. 

You hope today goes better. You’d tracked down the collector you’d sold Yoongi’s original car to and repurchased it from him.

Thankfully, it still seems to be in perfect condition. Namjoon had a friend check it over for you.

You can’t wait to see Yoongi’s face when he sees it.

Yoongi smiles at you as he parks up in your driveway. ‘Why are you so excited?’

‘I have a surprise for you,’ you tell him. ‘It’s —-‘

His phone rings and he murmurs a quick ‘sorry’ before answering.

You fidget impatiently in your seat as he talks. You pick up that he sounds tense, irritated.

Yoongi hangs up and turns to you. ‘I need to go back to the office, baby.’

‘Sure, of course. Want me to drive you?’ 

‘You should probably just get lunch. I might be back late.’

‘Sure.’ You lean over and give Yoongi a kiss and hop out of the car.

You wave at him as he drives off, but you’re not sure he sees you.

***

Yoongi ended up coming home after you fell asleep, and he was gone by the time you woke up, so you’re not sure if he saw his new car.

You’re in your office replying to emails when Mr Jee, your boss and one of the directors, a good friend of your father’s, knocks at the door.

‘Congratulations,’ he says.

For one wild moment you wonder if he’s congratulating you on reaching the last two stages of your plan to atone for your past sins with Yoongi.

‘For what?’ you ask.

‘For reaching all the milestones on the Juno launch,’ he says.

Juno is a new service you’d launched a few months ago, a food delivery service with a USP of being able to order from multiple places at once.

It’s doing better than all projections, you’re pretty proud of it and your team for seeing it through.

‘You’re getting an award at the company dinner next week,’ Mr Jee says, smiling kindly at you. 

‘Does it come with a raise?’ you ask, because you aren’t your father’s daughter for nothing.

Mr Jee nods, serious. ‘Come see me in my office in the morning and we’ll talk about it.’

As soon as he leaves you pick up the phone to call Nara and tell her, and it occurs to you for the first time that Yoongi might be interested too.

Impulsively, you call him. 

He answers on the second ring. ‘Are you ok?’ He asks.

He sounds worried.

‘I’m fine,’ you say. ‘I just —‘

‘Before I forget, I saw the car.’

You forget your own news temporarily.

‘Do you like it?’

‘I love it. Thank you, baby. Maybe we can take it for a spin once this Novatech thing is over.’

‘Love to,’ you say, immediately.

Yoongi says, ‘ah, sorry. I need to go. I’ll be back late, hopefully see you at breakfast tomorrow?’

‘Yeah, see you, Yoongi.’

You’ve hung up before you remember you didn’t tell him your news.

***

Nara’s pulled some strings at her publishing company to help you with your penultimate task.

To make up for sending Yoongi’s STI screen to his entire company, you’ve managed to get him to be featured in one of those lists of hot up and coming tech multi-millionnaires. 

You hadn’t really had to do much more once you got in the door to meet the editor than to wave a picture of your gorgeous husband at her.

Yoongi’s got enough of a reputation that he had made their shortlist anyway.

The picture had just been the icing on the cake.

Thinking about it, you aren’t sure that sending Yoongi’s STI screen was that bad a thing to do. At least his employees knew their boss was responsible for his sexual health. 

You remember Yoongi’s thunderous face as he’d pointed out that half his staff were his parents’ age, his parents’ friends and deeply conservative. 

Anyway you’ve been sent an early copy, and Yoongi’s feature is so hot you feel like running around and showing him off.

Yoongi’s aware, of course, he’d had to consent to the feature, but it’s come out even better than you could have wished for.

You’re lying in bed, still awake, when he comes home. 

He sits on the edge of the bed, putting his hand on your thigh. 

‘Still awake, baby?’

‘I’m glad I got to see you before I fell asleep,’ you tell him.

He loosens his tie, tugging it off. 

‘Want me to rub your back?’ you ask.

‘Nah. I just want to sit here with you for a bit.’

‘Hey,’ you say, remembering. ‘Are you free this Friday?’

‘Ah, I have dinner plans. Why?’

‘Just I have this company dinner to go to and I was hoping for some company.’

You giggle at your inadvertent pun and you can sense Yoongi rolling his eyes.

‘I promised I’d take my team for dinner to thank them for their hard work with the Novatech deal.’

‘Ah, ok.’

You roll over to hide your disappointment. 

‘Good night, Yoongi.’

‘Good night, my love.’

‘Say that again,’ you say.

‘Demanding little brat. I said good night.’

‘What did you say at the end?’

‘Nothing.’

You huff in annoyance. 

You’re falling asleep when he finally gets into bed with you.

‘I said you’re my love,’ he tells you.

‘Thought so,’ you murmur. 

Yoongi reaches around you to hold your hand and you fall asleep in his arms.

***

You don’t normally invite Yoongi to events at your company, well you haven’t prior to this.

Nara sometimes comes with you, and she’s with you tonight.

She cheers the loudest when you’re presented with your award, and you can’t help laughing when you get back to your table.

‘How’s your voice?’ you ask, teasing.

‘Always here to scream on your behalf,’ Nara says, loyal friend that she is.

You hug her tightly. 

‘Come on now that I have my raise and my award, let’s go celebrate. Drinks on me.’

You wake up in Nara’s bed with fifty missed calls and messages from your husband.

Ah shit.

You call Yoongi to assure him that you’re fine and say you’ll meet him for breakfast. 

Nara’s already up, looking disconcertingly healthy in her gym clothes.

You hug her goodbye, pull on some sweats and dark glasses and go to meet Yoongi.

He’s at a coffee shop you both go to sometimes because the pastries are good.

Seokjin’s with him. 

They both look frighteningly bright and chirpy in your hungover state.

Yoongi passes you a coffee. 

‘You should let me know if you’re going out,’ he says. ‘I was worried.’

‘I’m sorry, I will next time. We were just celebrating.’

You fish your award out of your bag and put it on the table in front of him. 

‘I got an award at the company dinner last night for Juno.’

For the first time ever since you’ve met him, Seokjin actually looks impressed. 

‘You were involved with that? I use Juno all the time.’

You nod proudly.

Yoongi frowns. ‘Why didn’t you tell me? I would have come —-‘

‘You had plans, anyway,’ you say. 

You break off as Park Gyuri approaches your table. 

Like everyone else in your life, she looks bright, chipper, fresh.

You resist the urge to pull your hoodie over your head and tie the strings, taut.

‘Thanks for dinner last night, Yoongi,’ she says. ‘We probably should have rescheduled considering it was just two of us, but it was great, anyway.’

Her words make you glad you’ve got sunglasses on that hide half your face.

Ah shit. 

You’re tired, and emotional, and too fucking hungover for this. 

You think you’re going to cry. 

You get up, quickly, mumbling something about forgetting something in your car.

As soon as you’re out of the line of sight of the coffee shop, you speed up. 

‘Hey,’ a voice says. ‘Hey stop.’

Kim Seokjin is beautiful, but he’s not the asshole you want right now.

You press your lips together so they don’t tremble. 

You turn your face up to his, hoping he can’t see how teary you are.

Seokjin says, ‘Min Yoongi’s my best friend, but he’s a goddamned idiot half the time.’

He waits until he’s sure you’re looking at him.

‘Say the word and I’ll get my bodyguard Sungho to fuck him up right now.’

You can’t do anything but stare at him in astonishment. 

He holds out his arms. ‘They say I’ve got a good chest to cry on. Broad shoulders, and all that.’

You’re half-crying, half-laughing as he hugs you. ‘Who says that?’ you ask.

‘Shut up, brat,’ he advises. ‘Just enjoy the Seokjin shoulders to cry on.’

‘Not a thing,’ you say, snarkily, but you let him hold you anyway.

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Seokjin drops you off at home.

Yoongi’s waiting by the door.

‘Are you ok?’ he asks.

‘Yeah, just a little tired,’ you reply.

Yoongi says, ‘I’ve never been unfaithful to you, Y/N.’

You’re worried you’re going to start crying again. 

‘If I’d known I’d have rescheduled the team dinner,’ he tells you. ‘I’m sorry I wasn’t there.’

His words soothe your sore heart like a balm.

He reaches out to slip your sunglasses off, your last flimsy layer of protection.

You know now that you’re firmly, irrevocably in love with your husband.

You melt into his arms.

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It’s the evening of your final task to make things up with Yoongi.

You’re not even sure what the real world significance of ten tasks means.

It’s arbitrary.

Your relationship with Yoongi has been mending itself purely through getting to know each other.

You know Yoongi cares for you. He’s been showing it with his actions even if he can’t bring himself to say the words.

But you, you love words. You love romance and dreaming and all those other things people get ridiculed for loving.

You check in your bag to make sure you have the ring you picked out for Yoongi.

You’re going to ask him to marry you tonight.

He’s meeting you at the tallest building in the city because you wanted the gorgeous view when you propose.

You’ve just arrived at the front steps when Yoongi pulls up in the car you bought him.

He gets out, and you walk over to him.

He greets you with a kiss, and it’s so sweet it gives you butterflies.

‘Hey, I want to tell you something before we go up there,’ he says.

‘I know you have this idea that you want to make things up to me for things you’ve done in the past, but you should know I don’t think you need to do any of that. You were young, and hurting, and I wasn’t your choice. I don’t blame you for any of that.’

You go to speak, but he stops you. 

He reaches out to hold your hand. 

‘I’m sorry I wasn’t the husband you wanted,’ he says, ‘because you’ve always been exactly the wife I wanted.’

Yoongi’s lips curve in that half smile you’ve grown to know so well. ‘I’ll always choose you, my love.’

You lean into his arms. ‘Damn. Why do you always say everything better than me?’ you ask. 

You reach into your bag. ‘Since we’re doing this here on the road.’

You drop to one knee elegantly. ‘Will you marry me, Min Yoongi?’

Yoongi looks down at your face, at the ring you’re holding out to him.

‘Come up here, brat.’ 

He pulls you in his arms again. 

‘Is that a yes?’ you ask, between kisses.

‘I hate to break it to you, but we’re already married,’ Yoongi says, dryly.

‘I wanted to propose to you up there, with the world at our feet,’ you complain.

Yoongi ushers you into the car, closing the door and sliding in after you.

‘The world’s already at our feet,’ he tells you. ‘Can I take you home?’

You put your hand on his. ‘Yes.’ 

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Pairing: Yoongi x Lawyer!Reader

Genre: Fluff (literally nothing but domestic fluff) + dad!Yoongi + married au + one teensy tiny little suggestive/flirtatious comment, but nothing crazy

Word Count: 1.0K

*This was entirely self-indulgent, and I’m not even sorry*

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You turned the key in your ignition, the engine on your car finally quieting, headlights turning off automatically. The few remaining rays of the late summer sun were setting, basking you in a blue-pink dusk. You tilted your head forward onto your hands placed on the steering wheel in front of you, taking a deep breath to relieve the stress of the day before gathering your files and work bag and heading inside the house.

It was your fifth night in a row coming home late from work–there was an upcoming trial requiring you and your team to work practically around the clock to make sure everything was ready for your client. You loved your job, but your heart ached this week for a family dinner and more time to snuggle with your child. The main part of the house was already dark, the light in the entry hallway left on since Yoongi knew you would be home late again from the office. Your husband was likely locked away in his home studio while your six-month-old daughter slept in her crib in the nursery.

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The Red Dress (M)

Yoongi x Pregnant Wife!Reader

Request:  Can I request a smut where Yoongi’s wife is pregnant and they go to some big event and the wife is insecure because all of the other members’ wives look amazing and Yoongi catches on and takes her home and shows her how much he loves her new body? I love your writing so much, thank you for all your hard work 💜💜💜

WordCount: 5k

Genre: Marriage!Au, Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Reader Insecure About Body, Fingering, Pregnancy Sex, Praise Kink, Cunnilingus, Squirting, Fellatio, Spanking, Forced Orgasms, Multiple Orgasms, Katoptroniophilia

A/N: SOMEONE BRING ME HOLY WATER

“What’re you putting on that tight dress for? My son is going to be suffocating in here.” Your husband tells you pulling at your dark red dress before fixing his tie. You look over at him incredulously as he fixes his suit jacket. 

“I don’t know, I just wanted to look pretty but that’s difficult to do when I’m this big.” Yoongi takes a sharp breath through his teeth before tilting his head in typical Suga fashion. 

“You’re always beautiful to me.” He mutters as you pull at the hem of your dress watching yourself in the mirrored wall. 

“You have to say that, you’re my husband.” He chuckles quietly before stepping up behind you snaking his arms around your waist. 

“I say it because I mean it. You look beautiful, baby.” His hands beginning to rub comforting circles on your eight month pregnant belly. You hum as he kisses your cheek. 

“Gun is getting so big.” He whispers as he feels his son kick inside of you. 

“Why do you insist on giving him a one syllable name?” Yoongi turns you around before bending down, wrinkling his suit pants and giving your belly a chaste kiss. 

“It’s cool. Like his dad.” You roll your eyes with a giggle as he pushes his hair back. 

“Now, let’s go get this anniversary dinner over with so I can come home and cuddle with my two favorite people.” Yoongi stands up before grabbing his car keys. 

“You say cuddle but you mean sleep.” He gives you a large gummy smile before grabbing his coffee and heading out of your bedroom. 

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THE ONE WITH THE INSOMNIAC.

┊ ✿ ｡˚ ° 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲. you and yoongi usually take turns getting up when the baby monitor goes off, but tonight, yoongi’s newborn son gets more than he bargained for. 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞. dad!yoongi, domestic au, dilf au 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞. 18+ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. none 𝐰𝐜. 0.7k — ✿

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When the baby monitor went off in your bedroom, and Yoongi grumbled a groggy “I'll get it,” as he left the warmth of your shared bed, he had no idea the kind of insomniac he’d spawned.

Your new baby boy, Hye, had been born just a few months prior, making Yoongi a proud father of two and Mi-na the most supportive older sister in the world—for all of two seconds until she realized that some attention would be taken off of her.

With daddy and mommy spending time taking care of her new brother, Mi-na was constantly coming up with increasingly creative ways to gain your attention, including drowning her dolls in the bathtub (“i was giving them a bath!” yeah right) and covering her walls in paint. “It’s art, daddy!” Anyways.

With one baby the size of your hand, and another a handful, you and Yoongi had the sleep schedule of vampires—that is to say, you had none. No time for work either, Yoongi was far behind on the songs he’d been working on. And to make matters worse, he’d hit a roadblock on his new song, and couldn't figure out the next bridge for the life of him.

“Alright, little guy, dad’s here.” He cooed, hair sticking up every which way donned in his checkered sweatpants, he’d shuffled into Hye’s room with bleary eyes, scooping the crying baby from his bassinet. “Daddy’s gotcha.”

“Alright, little guy, dad’s here.” He cooed, hair sticking up every which way donned in his checkered sweatpants, he’d shuffled into Hye’s room with bleary eyes, scooping the crying baby from his bassinet. “Daddy’s gotcha.”

Hye blinked up at his daddy’s messy black mullet and tired, fluttering eyes as he was lifted up into his arms, only pausing for a second to assess who was picking him up before starting the waterworks again.

Hye blinked up at his daddy’s messy black mullet and tired, fluttering eyes as he was lifted up into his arms, only pausing for a second to assess who was picking him up before starting the waterworks again.

“C’mon, Hye. It’s time to sleep,” Yoongi pleaded, sure the baby was a child born of night with his insomniac tendencies, dragging Yoongi and you into his schedule too. “Give daddy a break, please.”

How Yoongi couldn’t see the similarities between him and his son was beyond you. It was funny, the way he’d tell you “should we take him to a doctor? I mean it can’t be healthy” when it was you telling him the same thing when he’d spend all night locked up in his studio working. His son wasn’t a workaholic, but he’d sure gotten his sleep schedule from someone.

Yoongi rocked the baby, throwing in some comforting humming to soothe him. It was a tune he couldn’t quite place, but he ran with it, pacing across Hye’s twinkle-twinkle-little-star-themed room with the song under his breath.

The baby’s crying pattered down eventually, slowing down to little babbles and bursts. Hye shook his hands as his dad sang his lullaby, almost trying to keep up with Yoongi.

“You like that song, bud?” Yoongi laughed, and his son gurgled in response, sticking his hand in his mouth for a nice chew.

Yoongi was quick to look for a pacifier in Hye’s drawer, though as he was rifling through, he was stuck on the song he was just humming. What was it?

“Here you go, buddy,” he found the little duck one, and stuck it into Hye’s drooling mouth, Hye’s little grabby fingers trying to swat his dad’s hand closer. Yoongi paced the room, wracking his brain, until—

“Oh!” Yoongi was suddenly wide awake, and his eyes immediately went to his son, “you’re a born genius, buddy.”

Rushing into his home studio with Hye in tow, Yoongi set the baby down next to him on the couch and grabbed his guitar excitedly—”Check this out, Hye.”

He played a few chords, finding his rhythm, and then started to play the song he was humming earlier. Then, he added the words on too, singing in a softly deep voice, and finally finishing the bridge that he’d been stuck on for weeks.

Hye looked on with big eyes, chewing on his pacifier curiously. Yoongi bent down in excitement, cuddling his baby boy, and nuzzling his little cheeks. When Yoongi lifted his head again, Hye’s eyes were shut and he was fast asleep. All he needed was daddy’s kisses, apparently. He and you had that in common.

But sitting up with his dad all night finishing a song? That’s how you found them in the morning—Yoongi slumped next to Hye’s crib with a guitar and a notebook in lap while Hye snoozed away. It was no question where Hye had gotten his sleep schedule from.

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"Can I interest you in some cookies?" with a loving husband and father of two, Min Yoongi. please and thank you Foxy😌

Characters: Dad Yoongi x Reader Words: 4963 CW: references to sex, some swearing, otherwise just fluff

[Sugie]: need anything from store on my way home?

[Y/N]: onion diapers sz 4 wipes (NO scent!) kid toothpaste stwbry cucumber cheese sticks 

[Y/N]: bananas bandaids rice blueberries if on sale

[Y/N]: apple juice for kids 

[Y/N]: 8*stwbry flavor toothpaste

Yoongi reads between the lines of your disorganized list, no doubt dashed together as you whirl through the house to see what’s low or missing. You’re thinking about what to cook for dinner and seeing no onion. Size 4 diapers means Joo, who’s been leaking through the legs of her old kind since she started walking, a little on the late side but she’s really a power house now, especially when she runs headfirst into immovable objects; maybe she’s out of diapers or maybe you’ve had a day of cleaning the leaks and have made the call the toss the remaining ones. He’ll get the ‘active baby’ kind that Jungkook says work well because if it works for a kid of Jungkook’s it must work for Joo. The toothpaste will be for Kija and he disagrees they’re completely out because he’s still able to squeeze a little tiny bit but fine, he’ll give you this victory and go ahead and buy a new tube; maybe you’re hoping he’ll forget the argument that had seemed so important for some reason when you sent him the list the other day. He’s a little offended you don’t expect he’ll know the toothpaste has to be strawberry, not mint, but he’s learned his lesson that Kija will scream and cry and scrape at his mouth like it’s on fire. Three tubes of mint kids toothpaste wait in the cabinet for him to grow out of that someday.

Most of the food items are obvious but the bandaids could mean someone got hurt or that someone got into the box unsupervised. Kija is big on bandaids suddenly after two years of shrieking if you even tried to put one on and now suddenly every imagined bump needs a bandaid. 

But the rice…

[Sugie]: rice? I just bought some its in the bottom of the pantry

[Y/N]: bad storage place, got dump out all over kitchen

He sighs. 

Your typos gives him the image of you chasing children and dog through the house, texting distractedly while trying to get them corralled safely so you can make their early dinner. In the old days you texted as articulately as you spoke. He’ll cook something better for the two of you, he decides, and remembers to tell you that so you don’t just heat up extra dumplings for yourself too.

[Sugie]: i’ll cook so stay hungry

[Y/N]: k

Definitely busy. 

He makes quick work of the shopping trip, double checking he has everything on your list even though he had expected you’d only have one or two things for him because he was at the store two days ago. They don’t have strawberry kids toothpaste but hopefully watermelon will do –the bubblegum flavor he almost grabs has sparkles in it and Kija will decide that means it’s “spicy.” Yoongi is proud of himself for predicting this.

But now that he’s thinking about it, he feels bad about such a stupid argument about the toothpaste. Did it matter if you threw the tube away while there was still a squeeze or two left? You weren’t that cash-strapped right now. He didn’t know why he’d felt so strongly about his way being right. What a waste of energy, fighting with you over something stupid, when energy was already hard to come by.

So he grabs a box of cookies too, for you, the maple flavor ones that aren’t usually available outside of this time of year and sell out fast. They aren’t anything expensive, and definitely not as good as what you could bake on your own. But with two small children at home, him working full time and you still working part time as a compromise for juggling your careers and family, sometimes you have to take the shortcut to a treat. Boxed cookies instead of homemade. At least it was something.

The house is in chaos by the time Yoongi gets home and your stress level isn’t helping it. Knowing he was out busy but childless all day, you had hoped to have the kids settled, obedient, and clean when he walks through the door, to show what a good grip you have on things. He doesn’t expect it, but still you feel the need to prove that you can handle the kids all day just fine on your own and have it look tidy and have dinner on the table. The woman who does it all! After all, you’re the one who wanted to have the first kid. After all, you’re the one who suggested a second even though you had agreed on only one. Kija was too easy of a baby. He tricked you. And yes Yoongi had agreed, but when things didn’t go well, sometimes you felt like you’d tricked him too.

It is not a perfectly ordered and quiet household Yoongi walks into. You’ve made an appropriate snack for the kids to eat while waiting for Yoongi to get home with the ingredients for you to make the rest of dinner (or hopefully he will take over that part), but Joo choked on a piece of cracker and threw up a little, which scared you; Kija took advantage of your distraction to climb onto the back of the couch and throw his food onto the floor for Holy to gobble up; because Holy is there, you aren’t prepared for the puddle of pee in the hallway, which you step in as you’re dragging Joo to the nursery to clean up. When you yell at the unexpected warm puddle and jump to the side, you hit your shoulder on a picture frame, which crashes to the floor and shatters, making Joo cry. Kija and Holy come running to see what happened and you shriek at them to stay so they don’t walk through the glass, and Kija starts wailing at being shouted at.

This is what Yoongi walks into. You are on the verge of tears. One look at your husband’s surprised face is enough to nearly pitch you over the edge into your own meltdown. His lifted eyes feel like a lecture –but you should know better. He won’t lecture about something like this. Instead he scoops up Kija and takes Holy by the collar, guiding his dog son to the crate and his human son back to the TV. He returns a moment later with the broom, and you feel confident in picking your clear path the rest of the way to the nursery.

By the time you come back, Joo is clean and Yoongi is on his hands and knees cleaning up the dog pee and any small shards of glass. You suspect he’ll be out here again later tonight for one more wipe of the floor just to make sure there’s no glass left. You haven’t even said hello yet but you’re embarrassed he had to walk in and go right to problem-solving.

When he looks up at you, you start to apologize, “I’m sorry that–”

“Your leg is bleeding,” he points out. You hadn’t even noticed. The corner of the frame must have cut you on the way down.

So you settle Joo on the couch with Kija and go to clean yourself up this time. You finish around the same time Yoongi is bagging up the last of the dirty paper towels.

“Sorry about–” you start again, but this time he interrupts you with narrowed eyes, realizing, “Kids are too quiet.”

The two of you share a look and step quickly to the living room where bright flashy cartoons are lighting up an empty room. A toddler’s laugh is followed by the urgent hush of a child. And Holy is no longer in his crate.

“Kija,” Yoongi murmurs as you both follow the sound of nails scrabbling excitedly against tile –Holy, but that good pup never operates alone. You both dart to the kitchen to just stare in awe for a moment at the scene of chaos.

The grocery bags Yoongi set onto the counter have been upended. Holy has turned from the onions but the cucumbers are being shredded before your eyes. Joo has a fistfull as well that has no doubt gone through Holy’s mouth prior, but her other hand delicately holds a single cookie, still intact despite the fountain of crumbs around her. 

Kija is the cause of the waterfall, of course. He’s perched innocently on the counter, feet dangling, a box of cookies you weren’t even aware was on its way into the house ripped open like a fucking bear got to it and the cookies are mangled, pieces strewn across the counter, across Kija’s lap, and cascading down to Joo.

“Holy likes cookies,” Kija informs you and Yoongi with a crumby smile. You dart forward to knock the dog-masticated cucumber from Joo’s hand but it means she takes another bite of cookie before you can wrestle that from her too. The tantrum is instant as you pull her up, kicking and screaming, the whole bit because she’s clearly hoping her appa will insist you give the cookie back to her.

“You got into the bags,” Yoongi says, voice serious but steady. He scoops Kija off the counter, sending the cookies falling from his lap. Holy goes wild at the sound of more falling food and you’re the one to grab him, dragging him straight backwards as he scrabbles to try and stay. By the time he’s back in his crate, Yoongi has Kija and Joo both on the counter, feet in the sink as he rinses their toes and hands off. 

Only then do you recognize the smell of the maple cookies you enjoy so much; it’s almost enough to tip you truly into tears to realize Yoongi brought home your favorite cookies and not only did you not have a clean, orderly house for him to enter but now the cookies have been destroyed while he was cleaning up another mess that happened on your watch.

He’s mumbling to the kids and shaking his head; when you come over to offer to take over, he has a smile for you and finally a greeting,

“Seems like it’s been a crazy day, huh?”

“Yes,” is all you can manage as you collapse briefly against his arm, just for the comfort his his solid body. His energy immediately resets you. 

Yoongi’s home. The evening will be better now.

He lifts Joo from the sink first, settling her into your arms to hold as he towels off her toes with the dish towel, then he twists Kija.

“Ah, you were a naughty boy not helping your eomma,” he scolds Kija lightly as he works the towel. “If it’s a crazy day, it’s even more important for you to be a big brother.”

“I do help,” Kija defends. “I feed Joo! She is so hungry and I am so hungry too. It is past our dinner! And you’re late! Why did you go away all day today? It’s not the right thing to do.” He points at the digital readout on the fridge magnet to punctuate his reverse lecture, except not only can Kija not tell time, it’s not a clock, it’s an egg timer. The time right now is definitely not 02:17, that’s just how long was left when Yoongi cooked yesterday and decided the meat was ready before the timer went off and paused it so the beeping wouldn’t wake Joo up from an impromptu nap.

But now that he’s given his defense, Kija’s mouth widens out in that line Yoongi knows appears on his own face, and he gives his father a serious look, trying to gauge how in trouble he actually is.

“No one was bad,” you offer. “Just… busy. Today was a busy day.”

“It was a very busy day,” Kija agrees. He sounds like such a little man, sometimes you have to remind yourself that barely-four is still a very little kid. He watches Yoongi another second but then decides he’s not in trouble and launches into, “Eomma took us to the library for story time and it was about robots! I want to be the blue robot and Joo can be the green robot and you can be the white robot and–”

“Why are the kid books and shows all about robots?” Yoongi sighs, even though he knows that’s not totally true. 

Kija insists hotly, “There are buses and cars too! And airplanes and–”

“Don’t you like animals?” Yoongi presses. “What about mountains and the sea?”

You can’t stop yourself from snickering under your breath, “Yes I married such a nature-boy…”

“I like natural things! Didn’t I make that table and chairs for us?” He had, the very ones nestled in the corner of the kitchen where the four of you would gather to eat what was looking more and more like a dinner of takeout. With a self-aware smile, Yoongi adds, “I like nature as long as I have my computer and electricity and a fan. Then it’s ok. But robots… I want our children to appreciate the natural beauty in life.”

“I want to play with your phone,” Kija counters, a perfectly timed response, on theme even without him understanding how.

Yoongi gives you a look and laughs at his son as he sets him on the ground, “No. Go sit in silence and be alone with your thoughts.”

“I hate silence! I hate my thoughts!”

Now Yoongi is laughing; he’s never lost patiences when Kija gets mouthy, which he seems to do more now, though the obstinacy started as a toddler. He sounds like you, Yoongi had once insisted when you’d worried, but the truth is he sounds like Yoongi more often than you; you’re convinced he already has a sharp wit and a dry sense of humor, just like his dad. But he does happen to be going through a robot and race car phase, which Yoongi can’t identify with, and Kija does not seem to enjoy music in any particular way despite it being Yoongi’s life’s blood. 

But Joo does, soothed nightly by the soft melodies of lullabies her appa has composed for her. She giggles now as he leans in to kiss her toes, only to suddenly scowl and scold in her little chirpy voice, 

“No! My toes!”

Abruptly Yoongi stops and mutters playfully, “Already telling her old dad to back off…” A second later though she’s sticking her foot towards him again, trying to tempt him into more tickles expressly so she can tell him off again. She has no problem demanding what she wants, or defending what’s hers, or making it clear when she’s had enough of people and wants some quiet time. As soon as she could crawl, she was trying to break into Yoongi’s studio to get to his keyboard, where she’d jab at a few keys and then call for Appa, her desire for music developing earlier than her ability to verbally communicate it. But Yoongi understood and played for her, improvising melodies around the random keys she’d push. Just like Yoongi understood Kija’s need for praise when he’d make something cool, or more recently, for his dad to be engaged in the things he liked, even if Yoongi didn’t really care about race cars or robots. 

You were not surprised to have learned in the last four years that Yoongi is better as a father than you had ever dreamed. Not perfect. Your years of entering parenthood hadn’t been without friction and frustration. But his love for his children is always first and foremost and watching the way he listens to the children rattling off nearly incoherently about their day under his attention now warms you again. And fans the flame of your own feeling of failure.

Suddenly Yoongi stops them with a hand on each child’s head; they are confused and silenced by the odd behavior as Yoongi says to you, “Go sit and relax with them. I’ll make dinner.”

“It’s late. I didn’t even start rice–”

“I bought microwaveable,” he says –not just a compromise, but a reference to an argument you had in fact won, or at least the realities of parenting small children had. Yoongi had sworn to never have a microwave because of the “horrors” they did to food. But that was before the two of you became connoisseurs of meals that had gone cold while you tended to unfortunately timed diaper explosions, or sleepless nights of teething, of not wanting to turn the oven on to reheat the dino nuggets Kija refused at dinner but Yoongi loving himself a little more than just eating them cold like you do. 

“I wanted to have it ready when you got home,” you sigh. 

He can sense your frustration, though he doesn’t share any of your disappointment. He’s simply moved by understanding; today you were the one with the day busier than expected under the direction of small children. Other days it’s him. His fingers are light on your lower back as he nudges.

“You had the kids by yourself all day,” he shrugs. “It’s enough. Go sit and I’ll get food for everyone. And you will eat more than just cookie crumbs for dinner,” he adds, giving Joo a serious look that only makes the toddler smile. When Yoongi holds the look, eyes slowly narrowing, Joo starts to giggle. 

Yoongi, a fire-spitting underground rapper in his younger days with hard lyrics and rivalries with other artists? It’s impossible for his toddler daughter to imagine. She just performs an incredible feat of agility possibly only for toddlers and presses her foot into his mouth even though she’s still on your hip.

“Ah, kids these days…” he grumbles to make you laugh because he sounds like his own dad. You take the life raft he has offered you and go to watch cartoons with the children. They are deliciously quiet.

For better or worse, Yoongi’s arrival does not actually settle the day down, it simply gives you an extra pair of hands and a calmer mind. The kids eat next to nothing but then complain about being hungry. They cry when the TV is turned off to eat together. They cry when Yoongi won’t give them more cookies even though Kija claims they’re his favorite. Bathtime happens, to be left at that, and with obvious proof by the destruction of the bathroom. Joo has an accident before they even get a diaper onto her so technically bathtime happens again. Kija can’t find his special monkey he sleeps with –the one Yoongi brought back from the weeklong trip he took before Kija was old enough to remember and yet racked him with guilt for months– and then finds it in Holy’s crate which leads to a loud standoff between the two and then an emergency trip through the washing machine and dryer’s quick cycle, which delays bedtime but you both know it won’t happen without Raps the monkey anyway. Kija throws a fit about the different flavor of toothpaste, and the kids can’t agree on a story so it’s settled there will be two, and then there’s a fight for Yoongi’s lap until he shifts and shuffles in the rocking chair until they’re both snuggled down. 

You, the one who worked so hard to care for the children all day, are left with an empty lap on the ground, but other days these roles are reversed so you try not to be hurt by it. Instead you just admire the way Yoongi reads to the kids, so very different than your own attempts to sound like the characters. He just sounds like himself, his smooth voice gliding around the words as he tells the story of Olivia’s trip to the museum like it’s a conversation. In a way it is: every two pages Kija interrupts him to tell him something totally unrelated –a fact he learned about shrimp in a book at the library, that they saw a dog in a backpack on the train, that there were ants on the sidewalk in the park– and Yoongi’s eyebrow raise and he nods in acknowledgement of this precious fact Kija needed to share, and then he continues to story, his voice steady and slow.

Honestly, it’s putting you to sleep too. Yoongi’s way of speaking has always been soothing to you. It was one of the first things you loved about him, that no matter how worked up you were, however bad your day, he could speak about literally anything and his calming words and rhythm would rock you to a place of peace. 

It’s no surprise Joo is almost asleep when he finishes and Kija’s facts have petered out. You carry Joo to her crib and Yoongi tucks Kija into the little boy bed he’s only recently transitioned to; Yoongi and Kija built it together one afternoon from a kit as Yoongi tried to lecture Kija about the importance of building furniture with your own two hands and you tried not to giggle too loudly in the background about how cute your boys are. It took twice as long to build but afterwards Kija announce “Me and Appa are a superteam!” and Yoongi’s smile made clear he didn’t mind the delays.

You trade places, so each child gets a kiss or hair ruffle and whispered I love you from you both, and then meet at the door of the bedroom for one final glance before you shut it.

Except Yoongi has already gone down the hall, calling over his shoulder, “The pork wasn’t very good, I’lll make something else.”

“What? No, the pork was great and I ate enough.”

“Will you eat it if I make something else?”

“No,” you insist, knowing he won’t believe you. He doesn’t. He’s disappointed that he rushed the veggies and left the pork a little too long. It's not the meal he wanted you to have after an obviously tiring day with the kids. But you say again, “I don’t want anything else to eat. I just want…”

“Hm?” He freezes at the kitchen doorway, looking casually back at you as if everything in him doesn’t pause to see what you’ll say. You could say pretty much anything right now and he’d find a way to give it to you as thanks for the day focused on his work, as an apology that he wasn’t here to help, to express his regret that the dinner was not what you deserved.

“Just sit with me and watch a show. Do you have time or are you needing to go right to bed–”

“I have time for you,” he quickly assures you. “Do you want tea? Beer?”

“No, nothing.”

He brings you ice water anyways because he knows you forget to hydrate any when you’re chasing children. 

And he brings a plate, holding it out to you, the mangled remains of the maple cookies displayed.

“Can I interest you in some cookies?” he asked. 

The laughter bubbles out of you, followed by tears he predicted. He sets the water and plate of cookies on the table –with a stern “No” to Holy whose head lifts curiously from his bed by the TV. Then Yoongi bundles you into his arms, and stretches out into the corner of the couch and lifts the remote, silent and casual in his comfort of your minor breakdown. As soon as the show is selected –the next episode of something you two have been gradually making your way through, slowly since you each tend to fall asleep– he wraps both arms around you.

“Seems like it was a long day,” he says, hand stroking gently down your back. You nod under his chin. 

“Sorry,” you mumble. “I wanted to make it look easy and have everything nice when you came home after working all day–”

“Cut it with that bullshit,” he snorts. “I know it’s not easy. I just feel bad I was away all day–”

“You shouldn’t feel bad about it. It’s good! You deserve to go and it’s for your career… I know you keep passing on things to be at home.”

He shrugs again, voice low as he points out, “So do you.”

“Yeah, well…” It’s true. It’s true for both of you, and maybe, you consider, Yoongi feels that same blend of relief and regret that you do when you leave the house. The same blend you feel when you come home too. “It’s hard to want to be two places at once,” you sigh.

“Yeah,” he agrees. “So we’re doing the best we can, I think.”

You nod. It’s true. The rest of the world makes it look so easy, like as soon as you have children your interests become singular, your patience and energy unlimited, your bond with your partner unshakeable. The last four years have tested all of those things –and yet you don’t regret it, not really, even after a day like today.

“I don’t regret any of this,” he says, as if he’s read your mind. “Except the dinner.”

“I thought it was good.”

“That’s because you’ll eat cold dino-nuggets. Your taste has always been terrible.”

“Yoongi!” you cry, laughter lacing his name on your lips. “I chose you, didn’t I?”

“Proving my point.”

“No, disproving it. You made very good little kids, even if they were little stinkers today.”

“I didn’t make those, you made them. I just gave you some of the materials. Maybe I’ll give you some more materials tonight.”

It earns a giggle against his chest. You both know you’ll fall asleep too quickly to get that far, even if you try to rally right now. You also know the materials won’t be true; a small procedure months ago has made sure that Kija and Joo will be the only two offspring for Min Yoongi. Two felt right to you both. Two felt like the maximum. Sometimes two felt like too much but you pushed through those moments, and once the glass and pee and cookie crumbs were cleaned up, two felt right again. 

“What, you don’t think I can?”

“I’m not sure I’ll be awake for it,” you admit.

“Ah, it’s like that, huh? I’ve lost my touch.”

“Your touch is good, my energy meter is just low.”

“Have some cookies, maybe the sugar will help you rally.”

“Why… wait, you really want to? Tonight?”

“I don’t know… you were so busy all day, I won’t bother you…”

“It’s not a bother, I just figured you were working all day…” You’re flattered now by the sudden bashfulness as he refuses to meet your eye when you push up against his chest. How many years have you been together now? And he still gets shy sometimes. You adore him, there’s no need to be shy, but it’s a core part of him and you treasure it, just as much as you melt at the times he is very much not shy about his wants.

So you reach over and grab a handful of cookies from the plate. They crumble in your hand, but still you sit up to eat the remains. It helps that he looks horrified by the crumbs escaping your cupped palm. You can’t stop giggling. He starts laughing too as Holy comes over to inspect this windfall.

“I just wanted to bring you your favorite cookies,” he sighs.

“I just wanted the house to be nice for you,” you point out. “Anyway, I’m still eating the cookies.”

“In crumbs.”

“They still taste good.”

“I’m so glad you have bad taste,” he sighs. You hold out a hand and he opens his mouth but doesn’t seem to expect you’ll actually dump some small pieces into it. Now he’s laughing and you’re both missing the show but you don’t care. He slings his arm around your shoulder and pulls you close. 

“I’m so glad I had good taste when it mattered,” you argue, poking his side. 

You don’t have to see it to feel his gummy grin as he says, “Come on, I’m not that great–”

“I mean about this flavor of cookies, they’re really good.”

“You brat.”

The giggles are the final balm you needed, and maybe for him too. He seems happy when he drags you back in his arms and he doesn’t have to say it for you to know he’s glad to be home, and glad to be here with you. Even when it’s hard, you’re happy together. Even when your dinners aren’t perfect and your cookies get crumbled. Even when you both are interested at the suggestion of sex but then fail to make it to the end of the episode despite your best intentions.

It’s ok. There will be many more nights. You’re both learning, like how he should have just taken you right to the bedroom instead of watching the episode. But maybe the snuggles on the couch were all you each wanted or needed anyway. 

It’s ok. You still feel Yoongi’s love because in the morning he takes the kids and lets you sleep, and pulls the blanket back over you before he leaves the bed, and that really is love. And because of that, tonight you will make sure you have energy. 

Probably. Maybe. Hopefully.

It’s ok. Waking up to the sound of your husband's low chuckles and the high giggles of your children is worth it all. And unlike that business about the toothpaste, Yoongi couldn’t agree with you more.

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This is so cute 🥺😍

Yoongi: “Why can’t you just believe me?” - “Because you lied about it before.” & “Can you dance with me?” - “You’re not mad?”

genre: fluff

inspired by your requests @pinkteaatnoon​ & @jinsearthh​ - thank you guys for requesting these 🥰

warnings: none except a tipsy, flustered, pouty yoongi

pairing: Yoongi x female!reader

summary: you’re @ namjoon’s wedding and yoongi doesn’t want to admit he’s tipsy

Yoongi had been gone for 20 minutes already. A little too long for a road to the bathroom and back. You weren’t getting bored or anything. Namjoon’s wedding was too beautiful to allow anyone to not enjoy their time in the warm room with rustic decoration, even if it was just by sitting at the table and listening to the music, making a little conversation with the people around.

But the longer the chair with the beige velvet cushion remained empty, you wondered where Yoongi had gone.

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This is beautiful 😭

planning forever - myg

↳ summary-  you have special news to deliver to your husband, yoongi.  and you find your inspiration to do so in a unique way.

↳ rating- PG

↳ pairing- min yoongi x reader

↳ word count-

↳ genre- fluff, oh my god the fluff

↳ warnings- mentions of sex, some swearing, min yoongi is D A D D Y

↳ a/n- happy birthday to @carly-bean-blog​ ! my sweet angel who has been with me through nearly my entire blog life.  you’re so special to me!  myself, @chimoona​ and @sombreboy​ wanted to do something special for you.  together, we created your future ;).  we hope you enjoy your day, sweet peony!

“You forgot your lunch.”

The voice of your husband, Yoongi, chuckles lightly through the phone in an amused tone. 

“Shit,” you sigh, walking into work with arms packed full. Keys, your jacket, nametag, and an energy drink fumble in your grasp. 

“Good thing you’re married to the nicest man in the world,” he goads. You roll your eyes, but he’s right. Min Yoongi is simply the sweetest, most kind man you’ve ever met. It’s why you married him.

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Awwwww 🥺 this is beautiful and cute. My heart ache 😭

genre: fluff

member: yoongi

Head heavy, pain stabbing your back, your body feel tense. It has been hours that you are working at your work desk, fighting for the project you are struggling to finish. You want to stop but the deadline is nearing and you still have so much things that needed to be done. You do love your job but the workload is too much for you.

You were about to continue your work but halt when you hear someone knock on your door. You were annoyed that someone bothers you but a long and deep exhale like some sort of relief releases from your chest when you see yoongi, your beloved husband.

“hey, been calling you but you didn’t picked up my calls. i was worried that something might happened to you that i rushed back home”

You are guilt-ridden for making yoongi worried. Your head was too stuck with work that you forgot about anything else than work. Seeing yoongi make you feel at ease but at the same time you feel overwhelmed. Suddenly, your husband move towards you and stop in front of you. He cupped both of your cheeks gently while tilting your face up to make eye contact with you, wiping your tears away with his thumbs.

“dont worry, angel. I’m here. Come, let’s rest with me.”

Yoongi grab your wrists and gently pulling you up from your seat and guide you to bed. He went leaning against the headboard and let you straddles him. Then, you leaned your head on his chest, exhausted after attempting to finish the damn project.

All of the stress and headaches are gone as soon you hear your husband’s heart thumping. His heartbeats are like a lullaby to you. Beating ever so calm. It doesnt make sense to you because all heartbeats sounded the same but maybe it’s because the heartbeats belongs to yoongi. With his hand combing through your hair and lips pecking your head, your eyes felt heavy but you fight it because you want to be with him, consciously. You can feel his chest rumbled when he chuckled at you struggling to stay awake.

“sleep, baby. i wont go anywhere.”

But you shake your head in disapproval with your face nuzzling his chest. It is when yoongi need to use his secret tactic to make you fall asleep; braiding your hair. He grinned to himself because you never realised his tactic and it always works like a charm whenever you feel stressed.

Taking his time, he delicately braid your hair. At the same time, massaging your head in circular motion to ease the headaches. Yoongi has always like your hair. It feels smooth and silky whenever it runs through every nook and corner of his fingers. It is a pleasant feeling to him.

Nearing the end of your hair, he took a little peek at you and noticed that you have already sound asleep on his chest. He tidied up smoothly and tie your braid using his hair tie that has been always on his wrist. He gives one long press kiss on your head before following you to the dreamland.

a/n : aahh idk why but i feel so fluffy when i wrote this 🥺🤍

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Awwwww this is cute!!! 😭

Man of many talents

Yoongi x reader

Requested! “May I request, Yoongi braiding his wife’s hair? Or him braiding his daughter’s hair” “Maybe it’s an arranged marriage and everything is super awkward at the beginning but y/n too is suprised how it ends up like ths”

Warnings: Not anything serious. Reader is a little spoiled. Heiress reader. Female reader. Dislike-to-somewhat-like. Arranged marriage. I use the word tugging/tug, grasp a LOT. I think thats it.

I really liked this ideaa!! I struggled a bit with the arranged marriage part and took some artistic liberties. It’s not so much awkward but.. you’ll see! I hope you enjoy!

It wasn’t as though you had hated Yoongi at first sight, it was more that you hated the situation you had been forced into. An arranged marriage was never a thought in your mind. Your mum always filling your thoughts with finding love, and the freedom your father afforded you had made this arrangement a shock to the system. You’re sure if you had met in different circumstances that he would be someone you could have fallen for naturally…but seeing as he picked you as his bride out of probably hundreds of people you were not above annoying him just for the sake of it.

Sometimes you wish that you weren’t the heiress to your family’s fortune, stuck in a loop of obligation to your own family. It wasn’t so bad at times. Your family now had the opportunity to increase their fortune as well as your own, due to your marriage. Yoongi often gave you the freedom to do whatever you wanted; he also strangely enough buys you gifts randomly just because he thought of you. Honestly the only time you saw him was at mealtimes. You could otherwise avoid your husband in your frankly massive house. The only other time you interacted with him was at the dreaded social events he stubbornly would not budge on not attending.

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Promise

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

Pairing: Yoongi x female reader

WC: <1k

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

Rated: PG-13

Warning: indirect mention of enlistment

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

~Part of the Domestic Yoongi Series~

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

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

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

"Had fun?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yoongi tuts. "So diplomatic."

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

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

Your husband nods.

"So you should trust them too."

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

"Yoon, I need to shower."

His hold around you tightens. "Later."

"I'm gross."

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

You smile fondly at his request.

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

"Yeah, everything is going to be okay."

They're my best friends for the rest of my life.

Thank you so much for reading! Did you enjoy it? If so, please reblog! Reblogging will help my fic reach a wider audience.

Published on 25102022. Crossposted to my ao3.

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storge: painting | myg

summary: you're busy preparing something for your one-two arguably little ones without thinking they'll do the same to you

rating: pg | word count: 0.8k

genre/au: slice of life, domestic!au, family!au

content: dad yoongles 🥺 and cute stuff (what is happening to me)

a/n: happy 30th birthday to the loml yoongi! finally posting a dilf drabble for him and posted on time. i suddenly wrote this out of nowhere after seeing some clips from the RUN episode last year because he's just a husband material oml i couldn't help it >.<

The smile hasn’t left your lips when you hear the bickering at a distance. 

You’re currently approaching the door right at the corner, carrying a tray of snacks and a pitcher to where the source of the noise is from. You knock as soon as you reach the door but they couldn’t seem to hear it because when you opened the door, your daughter and husband are still arguing in front of a canvas on the floor.

More like your baby girl complaining while Yoongi is purposefully being stubborn to tease her.

"daddy, come on, it's pretty easy" your toddler huffs as she tugs on Yoongi's rolled-up sleeve. Your husband’s wearing a yellow suede shirt, paired with a white one underneath that made you mildly concerned about getting dirty until he reassured you that he’d be careful. He’s wearing a long dark green canvas apron but even if it gets messy later on, he’d never mind so long as it makes his little girl happy. 

Your daughter’s little eyebrows are still scrunched together as she stares at her father's canvas. She seems to want him to paint a similar picture as hers, with bright colours closely depicting a flower garden. Your heart melts at what you’re seeing, Yoongi watching your daughter fondly while she tries to teach him how to paint like her.

The art supplies scattered around the covered floor that they're both on just add how beautiful what you’re looking at is. And now you know what to paint on your canvas.

You have to carefully mind your steps until you reach the table so you can place the snack tray you’re carrying.

It’s the weekend and you’re both thankfully off from work, allowing you and Yoongi to have a bonding time with your daughter. Every week, you let her pick on what activity you’re all doing as a family and this time its painting.   

"he's too lazy, mommy!" your daughter accuses, finger pointing at her father while holding a mini paint brush with her other hand. She’s pertaining to the plain hues of colour that Yoongi has been painting so far and it made you giggle. You approach his sitting form to see his progress so far. 

"not bad yoongs" you stare at his canvas of greys and blues with a teasing lilt in your tone making Yoongi pout.

"can you see my ruthless brush strokes? my plan was to only paint whatever comes to mind" he complains, lips puckering at your comment and it makes you laugh even more. 

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"okay, break time for now" you called, unloading the snacks and a pitcher of pineapple juice. Your daughter immediately drops her brush and excitedly approaches you, having you remind her to be careful not to step on anything.

You handed her a glass of juice and a small slice of pajeon. 

"thank you mommy"

“ask daddy to get his share”

She hesitates a bit before calling for her Dad in which Yoongi replies with “i’m almost done baby”. 

He's getting lost in what he's doing again, similar to when he's working that you often have to remind him to get breaks.

“the hotteok’s gonna get cold Yoongi'' you playfully scold him, aware that he usually prefers to eat it quickly while it’s hot.

This got his attention and he eventually stands up, following his daughter to where you’re currently sitting. He grabs a bite and takes one fish-shaped bread after, humming when he tastes the red bean inside it. Of course, you have to make two flavours since he prefers that flavour while your daughter loves the custard cream filling like you do.

You help your daughter sit in her chair and move towards Yoongi next, bringing up his left arm to take off the hair tie from his wrist. He raises a brow at you, munching another piece of hotteok. 

“you’ve been moving your bangs a lot earlier, don’t want any paint on them” you smile, gathering his hair and pulling it back before securing it with the hair tie you’re holding. Yoongi's hair has been very luscious since he started growing it, and you've been doing your best to keep the scissors away.

However, you’re starting to regret doing so and your husband seems to notice it. Yoongi knows how you love his man bun, that little quirk of his lips stayed the entire time until he finished his glass of juice. 

He stands up to grab his apron to finish his own canvas, ignoring your flustered reaction. 

“mommy, come” your daughter breaks your reverie when her tiny hands reach for yours, dragging you to the empty canvas on her left side.

They've both gone quiet and are now focusing on their own canvases so you decide to do the same. You sat down and stare blankly at the canvas, forgetting what you wanted to paint when suddenly you feel strong arms caging you from behind.

Only then do you notice the paint streaks on your daughter's face, who's grinning widely while holding her small wood palette in her hand, fingers coated with paint as they reach out to your cheeks.

“your turn” Yoongi whispers beside you with his gummy smile, giving you a quick peck on the cheek before applying his paint-coated fingers to your other cheek.

In the end, you never get to paint anything on your canvas.

divider by: @cafekitsune 💕

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tumble | yg

↳ genre fluff, established relationship, slight smut at the end

↳ words 5k ↳ summary preparing for close friend’s wedding gifts is a given for young married couple. an unexpected encounter with an old flame led to an unwanted rekindled feelings but karma reminds you who your heart truly belongs to, because it’s all about the actions, not words.  ↳ notes this i wrote during first week of university of my final year, trying to run away from responsibility. midway, my friend @hellotherehoneybee​ was having a difficult week at hers too, so i wrote this extra fluff for her, i hope she noticed. thank you for working so hard! (i wish someone would comment on the work i put on the banners of each of my stories, but nevermind) ↳ warning attempts of infidelity (not by you) ↳ song ‘happiness is a butterfly’ lana del rey

Nimble fingers punched the numbers on the passcode pad, just outside the door. Crumpled papers on the floor. Supreme skateboards stacked on the wall. Yoongi walked in, greeted by a line of guitars at the corner of his studio. His attention was on the phone, preferring to text over calling. His face was shone by the light from it. His feet kicked away the crumpled papers on the floor to get to his computer. There’s a frame of baby breath on his table next to his stationery. A picture of you next to his desktop. Bothered by the melody he endlessly replayed in his head, he plans to record the notes in digital form. He hasn’t decided which work of his he wanted them in, but any of it would be just fine. Today, he is expecting a guest that will contribute to the guide. Jimin springs in first, as usual.

“Why do you lock the door knowing that I’m coming?!” Jimin groaned outside the door. He is leaning against the frames, knocking repeatedly.

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“I Missed This”

Yoongi x Reader

Summary: You and Yoongi catch up on some alone time together after the arrival of your baby.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: +18 mdni, soft smut, protected sex(wrap it up, folks!), Yoongi’s a lil sensitive, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to @vicky-chaos for this request! Love you!

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You don’t know why you were so fluttery as you straightened up the bedroom for what felt like the tenth time that evening, biding your time till Yoongi got home from the studio.

Everything was set, the bed was made, you’d done your hair and put on a touch of makeup, you were wearing one of your simple pajama sets that you knew Yoongi liked, you’d even lit a few vanilla scented candles to set the mood, now all that was missing was your sweet husband.

As you waited, you tip-toed across the hall to check on your daughter, Soyeon, who was still sound asleep in her crib. You leaned against the railing, feeling your heart swell as you watched her little chest rise and fall with each breath.

When you married Yoongi, you didn’t think it was possible to love anything else as much as you loved him, but you’d both found out it was very much possible when those two little lines had appeared on the pregnancy test. Somehow, your heart had managed to expand, growing to hold your love for both of them, your perfect little family, your universe.

Your heart skipped a beat as you heard the front door open and close, quietly slipping out of Soyeon’s room and back across the hall, situating yourself on the bed just before Yoongi walked in.

“Hi.” You smiled at him.

“Hey.” He returned your smile tiredly, coming over to kiss you gently before settling beside you on the edge of bed with a sigh. “How was your day?”

“Mine was good,” You said, moving to rub his shoulders. “What about yours?”

“Long, rehearsals took forever.” He hummed, leaning back into your touch. “Is Soyeon asleep already?”

“Yep, I managed to get her to sleep a bit early tonight.” You pressed a kiss to the side of his neck, making him release another soft sigh. “Thought we could use some time alone together tonight, just us.” You mused, trailing a hand down across his stomach.

He stilled, turning to look at you wide-eyed, searching your face to make sure he was understanding correctly.

“Are-, are you sure? I mean, it’s not too soon or-?”

“I had my six week checkup yesterday.” You assured him, pressing a soft kiss to his mouth to calm him. “Everythings okay, we’re good to go.”

That was all the conformation he needed, falling on you with fervor, kissing you with so much intensity it took your breath away. He swiped his tongue across your bottom lip, begging for entrance into your mouth, which you readily granted. His hands were everywhere, seeming unable to decide on what part of you to focus on first, finally settling on your waist as he pushed you to lie back on the bed so he could hover over you, settling between your legs.

“Fuck.” He breathed, eyes roving over your form, taking in every little detail of your appearance.

He always thought you were beautiful, but something about you like this, kiss bitten lips and flushed skin, made you look positively divine.

Yoongi had always handled you with a certain level of gentle reverence, and ever since you’d gotten pregnant, it had increased tenfold. Watching you navigate pregnancy and delivery with such strength and grace had left him in complete awe, and seeing you with Soyeon had made him fall even more in love with you, if that was even possible.

He suddenly understood why women were so frequently depicted as divine beings. You were the closest thing to a goddess that he’d ever seen; so caring, resilient, beautiful. And you were his, a fact that continued to leave him in disbelief.

“Yoongi.” You whined, tugging at his shirt in an attempt to get him to do something.

“Alright, Baby, I’m sorry.” He chuckled, shaking out of his trance, leaning down to kiss you again, much slower this time, savoring your taste as he delved back into your mouth, tangling his tongue with yours.

You used your grip on his shirt to push it up over his abs and chest, Yoongi breaking away from you just long enough to get it over his head, throwing it somewhere in the room before diving on you again, fumbling slightly with the buttons on your pajama top in his eagerness. Once he got it open though, he couldn’t hold back the low groan that rumbled in his throat at the sight of the lacy black bra you were wearing underneath, one of his favorites.

“You’re trying to kill me.” He groaned, making you giggle as his eyes fell closed for a moment, trying to compose himself but immediately failing as he moved to tug your shorts down revealing nothing underneath but your glistening cunt, already wet and needy for him.

Yoongi prided himself on always being so controlled in bed, so seeing him so close to falling apart already over just the sight of you, chest heaving and eyes blown wide as he spread your legs further apart, was a massive ego boost for you.

Slowly, he brought a hand down to your core, swiping two fingers through your slick folds before bringing them up to his mouth, another low noise leaving him as he tasted you.

Pushing yourself up into a sitting position, you pulled his hand away so you could claim his lips again.

“We have to be quiet.” You reminded him shakily.

“You have to be quiet.” He growled against your lips. “I’m not the screamer in this relationship.”

He pressed you back down against the mattress, kissing down your neck and chest slowly, pausing suck a spot on your collarbone as he let his hand creep back down between you to circle your clit gently, making you arch up into his hold.

Just as you felt the first hints of your release beginning to course through your body, he pulled away, causing you to let out soft whine.

“I’m sorry baby, hang on.” He said, digging around in the bedside drawer for a moment before pulling out a condom and quickly putting it on. “Wanna go with you, okay?”

You nodded, letting out a small shudder as his length rubbed against your wet heat.

His eyes shot back up to yours at the movement.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked, searching your eyes intently for any sign of discomfort. “It’s okay if you wanna wait, I can just use my fingers if it’s too much-”

“Yoongi, If you don’t get inside me right now, I’m going to fucking combust.” You giggled, bringing your hands up to cradle his face, stroking his flushed cheek with your thumb.

“I’ll be okay, please.” You whispered, pulling him for a soft kiss, lips ghosting over his as you spoke, making him shudder. “Yoongi, please.”

“Fuck, don’t beg.” He groaned, dropping his head against your shoulder. “I won’t last.”

“Then don’t make me wait.” You replied, combing your fingers through his hair.

He lifted his head to meet your eyes again, a ghost of a grin pulling at the corners of his mouth at your words. “Okay.”

He lined up with your entrance, hesitating for only a second as he glanced up at you one last time before pressing his hips forward slowly, sucking in a sharp breath at the feeling of your warm walls wrapping around him tightly, threatening to push him over the edge before he was even fully inside.

He inched his way into you at a torturously slow pace, pausing every time your face scrunched even slightly at the stretch, shuddering as he finally bottomed out, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Shit,” He hissed, arms shaking as he held himself up. “Are you okay?”

“Mhm,” You nodded, eyes closed as you adjusted to the feel of him. “Move, please.”

“Just a second.” He grunted, trying to compose himself. “If I move right now, it’s over.”

“Are you serious?” You giggled, looking up at him surprise.

“Don’t laugh.” Yoongi whined, burying his face in your neck. “This is serious.”

“Okay, I’m sorry.” You cooed, stroking his arm soothingly. “Take your time, Sweetie.”

Collecting himself, he rolled his hips against yours experimentally a few times before pulling part way out and thrusting back in gently, causing you both to moan in unison.

Slowly, he built up a steady pace, angling his hips to find the spot that made your eyes roll back in your head.

“Y-Yoongi.” You whined.

“You okay? You feeling good?” He panted.

“Mhm,” You nodded. “Faster, please.”

He did as you asked, bracing himself up on his elbows to stay as close to you as possible as he rocked his hips into yours. “I’ve missed this.” He breathed.

He made the mistake of looking down at where your bodies connected, watching his cock slide in and out of you smoothly, shining with your slick.

“Fuck, I can’t-, I’m close again.” He huffed, almost frustrated with himself.

“ ‘m close too.” You whined, holding onto his arms tightly.

“Cum for me, please.” He said desperately, fingers seeking out your clit to push you over the edge with him.

Your whole body twitched as if he touched you with a live wire. “Fuck, Yoongi!” You whimpered as your orgasm hit.

As soon as he felt your walls beginning to spasm around him, he lost it, a choked moan leaving his mouth as he found his release, hips stuttering as he tried to push you both though your highs.

He stilled as you both fought to catch your breath, a few tears escaping from your eyes as you came down, immediately raising Yoongi’s anxieties again.

“Are you okay? Does something hurt?” He asked softly, hands fluttering over you, trying to find somewhere to touch without causing further harm. You caught them in your own grip, intertwining your fingers with his.

“I’m okay, It’s just a lot.” You assured him, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. “I missed you.”

He looked at you confused. “I’ve been here.”

“I meant like this.” You gestured to the way he was still half laying on top of you, still connected.

“Oh,” He flushed, suddenly shy. “Yeah, I missed you too.”

You chuckled, but didn’t comment further, laying together quietly, basking in the peace of the moment, before you eventually sighed.

“We need to get cleaned up before Soyeon wakes up.” You said softly.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Yoongi nodded, pulling out gently and helping you up.

You quickly cleaned up, just finishing up when, right on cue, you heard Soyeon beginning to stir.

“I’ll get her, you rest.” Yoongi said, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before heading for the door.

“Hey.” Your voice made him stop, turning back to look at you.

“I love you.” You smiled.

“I love you too.” He grinned.

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Almost

Summary: Yoongi almost didn't meet you. Yoongi almost let you go. Yoongi almost gave up. A little background story of my favorite domestic couple.

Pairing: Yoongi x wife OC

Rating: R, SFW

Genre: established relationship, idol!au, fluff

WC: 1.9k

Warning: pregnancy outside of marriage, some swear words, friends with benefits situation

A/N: I have been thinking about the background story of this couple for a while, and then @thebtswritersclub has the perfect prompt this February for to get my writing juices started! (prompt: almost) - Part of the Domestic Yoongi series -

Yoongi almost didn’t meet you.

After he had bought his first ever apartment in Seoul, he hired an interior designer to decorate it. His busy schedule unfortunately prevented him from being more hands on; so, he left his mother in charge of everything.

Until the designer herself insisted that he needed to be present at handover, and his mother refused to stand in for him anymore.

“You need to see how I’ve spent your money, or your father and I will never step foot  into that apartment again.” His mother threatened after he kept telling her he trusted her and her taste.

So, Yoongi finally agreed. After squeezing in an extended break time on the day of the handover, and with Namjoon and Seokjin tagging along, he made his way to the appointment. He scrunched his eyebrows when it was not the designer that was waiting for him, but rather, you.

“My boss had an emergency. I’m her assistant.” You explained.

“She’s been nagging me to meet her and now she’s bailed on me.” Yoongi grumbled.

“I’ll be sure to tell the baby in her belly to be more mindful of her schedule.”

Seokjin snorted in amusement at your response.

“Oh,” Yoongi stumbled, “I hope everything goes smoothly for her.”

You simply nodded, then started explaining what had been done to the apartment. You effortlessly showed them all the custom furniture, all the imported light fixtures, all the smart home appliances. With every word leaving your mouth Yoongi found himself feeling more interested in you and less in his apartment.

You answered Namjoon’s questions about sustainable hardwood furniture and about the design philosophy behind it. You tackled Seokjin’s lame dad jokes with a dry sense of humor, even managing to make him blush all the way to his ears once.

And in that short period of time Yoongi spent with you, he almost asked for your number.

But he didn’t. Because Namjoon had beaten him to it.

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Yoongi almost missed his chance.

Yoongi knew Namjoon had gone on three dates with you, that he had even commissioned you to make a custom table for his new studio. Yoongi knew he should not get annoyed when Namjoon kept talking about you.

So when Yoongi asked for your number from Namjoon, and called you on the pretense that something was not working right, he should feel guilty. But he did not. Not when you were on your knees, dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans, with a small toolbox by your feet, as you inspected the joinery in the walk-in wardrobe.

“Yoongi-ssi,” you stood up, “the glass door is fine. But if you find something else not working right, just let us know. We’ll come to check it out.”

Yoongi nodded.

“Is that it? I’ll show myself ou-”

“Are you dating Namjoon?”

You blinked, and Yoongi thought a tinge of pink appeared on your cheeks. “I, uh, no, I’m not.”

Yoongi felt flutterings in his stomach. “I thought things were going well.”

You cleared your throat. “Well, it’s really none of your business.”

“He’s my friend.”

“Then you ask him.”

You stared at him as you replied. He stared back, not willing to look away, but his heart skipped a beat when your eyes moved, ever so briefly, down from his eyes to his mouth. He saw you swallow, and the pink in your cheeks deepened.

He should not, he really should not. There was a code. He could not possibly put his own selfish needs before his friendship with Namjoon.

Yoongi took a deep breath, preparing himself for the question he was about to ask and the conversation he would have to have with Namjoon later that night.

“Do you want to have ramyeon with me?”

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Yoongi almost let you go.

To Yoongi’s relief, Namjoon was cool with him seeing you; he felt you weren’t that into him anyway. So Yoongi started seeing you with a clear conscience.

Only, he wasn’t sure what it was he had with you. One, he barely had any time. Two, you were not clingy or needy, which Yoongi should be grateful for, but still it left a bitter taste in his mouth. Three, Yoongi spent more time fucking you than actually dating you. Four, you did not seem to mind that whatever you had with him was leading more and more to the friends with benefits territory. Five, Yoongi hated it.

Yoongi knew you deserved better. You deserved to be taken out on dates, to have your hand held in public, to be able to see him anytime you wanted to. But he could not give any of that. Meeting you had to be either at the dorm or at his apartment, and that was when he could find a sliver of breathing room in his schedule. He had to keep you a secret, and the worst thing was, you did not seem to mind at all. In your acceptance and understanding of his idol life, he felt you held yourself back to prevent your heart from getting in too deep. And it made Yoongi feel like shit.

One night, a mere month into the world tour, as he stared at his equipment all laid out in his hotel room, he started missing you like crazy. His invitation to fly you out to America or somewhere closer in Asia was still left unanswered. The darker side of his mind told him it was a sign you wanted out, and frankly, he couldn’t blame you. Maybe it was better that he ended everything with you. He couldn’t give you what you needed, not at this time in his life, at least.

The ringing of his phone brought him out of his meandering thoughts. He saw your name. Taking a deep breath, he pressed the green answer button, convincing himself that it was for the best, that you deserved a whole lot better than him.

Yoongi almost let you go, but he didn’t.

Because the first words you said to him were, “Yoongi, I’m pregnant.”

~

Yoongi almost gave up.

He knew the right thing to do was to marry you, but you kept turning him down.

Granted, the first time he proposed was downright terrible. After talking to Namjoon and their managers, accompanied by a bottle of whiskey, he ended up drunk calling you, telling you that he’d marry you, before throwing up half his stomach into a strategically situated dustbin by his bed.

The second time he proposed, he was much more sober, but not any less stupid. In one phone call he managed to inform you of a mountain of paperwork from the agency coming your way and then ended it with a marriage proposal. He was not surprised when your answer was, “We’ll talk about it when you’re home.”

The third time was when he was finally back in Seoul. Yoongi carried Soojin for the first time in his arms, and he sat in the corner of your studio apartment, fighting back tears of joy for his daughter but also full of remorse and regret that he had not been around to support you through your pregnancy and labour.

“We should get married,” he said softly as he watched his daughter sleep.

“Why?”

Yoongi raised his eyebrow at your reply, “Well, because we have a daughter.”

“I don’t want to get married just because we have a kid together. I know it’s the right thing for her, but is it for us?”

Well, shit. You got a point there.

The fourth time was a proposal of a different kind. He wanted to spend more time with you and Soojin;  whatever free time he had was precious, so he made his case to you on why you both should just move into his apartment. When you agreed, he was hopeful. After a few weeks, he wanted to ask you again to marry him but somehow he felt he was being too greedy. You and Soojin were living with him, he should be content for the time being.

The fifth time was on the eve of the start of another world tour. Yoongi was feeling especially melancholic leaving you and Soojin behind for nine months, especially as your relationship had grown exponentially. Since you had moved in, he got to see the real you, the vulnerable you, but also the strong and resilient you. He grew to respect you and he realised he had started to love you as well.

With Soojin fast asleep in her room, and your lips swollen and your breathing ragged from his kisses, Yoongi asked you. His heart sank when you simply stared back in response and moved yourself from under him.

“Still no?” Yoongi asked dejectedly.

“I don’t know, Yoon,” you whispered, voice shaky. “I love you, but I don’t want to be made to feel I have to marry you.”

He dropped his head onto his pillow, frustrated. He ended up arguing with you that night, and left the next day with just a brief and tense peck on your cheek. He felt like shit.

The sixth time he proposed, it was in New York. You and Soojin had visited with his and the other members’ parents, so you both took the rare opportunity to have a date night- which was simply a room service dinner in his room.

The dark thoughts were returning, hanging by the periphery of Yoongi’s mind. And combined with the memories of the fight before he left for tour, his insecurities threatened to rear their ugly heads.

“Yoon, I love you, you know that, right?”

“I know,” he replied, reaching for your hand to link his fingers with yours. You smiled at him, and the haze in his mind immediately started to clear.

“I just want to make sure we’re doing the right thing for ourselves.”

He nodded. “I know.”

He reached into the pocket of his sweatpants. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Hobi took me to a jewelry designer in Chicago. May or may not have gotten something.”

“Min Yoongi…”

He tried to hold back his laughter at the way you were squirming. “I can only show you what it is if you say yes, though.”

You rolled your eyes at his teasing.

“So, do you want to marry me?”

“No!” You playfully smacked his arm. “I’ve made you wait this long, you can wait a bit longer!”

Yoongi laughed at your annoyed tone. But you were right, he was willing to wait for you.

It was during the band’s long awaited vacation that Yoongi thought of letting go of the idea of marriage altogether. He and you were going strong, Soojin was thriving, and he started to wonder if there really was a need to be married at all. It was not like you would love him any more or any less with a ring on your finger.

But the jewelry he had bought in Chicago continued to burn a hole in his pocket. He contemplated if he should give it one more try. The dinner date in New York many months before gave him some hope, so perhaps it was worth another shot.

“_______,” he murmured your name as you were reading in bed.

You looked up from your book, and he sat next to you.

“Let’s do it?” He asked for the seventh and last time, the final proposal.

You blinked at him a couple of times, before you realised what he meant. You took a deep breath, and he prepared himself.

“Okay.”

Yoongi almost gave up, but he should have known. Seven was the magic number.

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Yoongi comes home just in time for dinner. Walking into his house, he finds Soojin reading about a sleepy wombat to her brother, Joowon. She pauses for a moment, tilting her head as she tries to read an unfamiliar word. She turns to her left, asking her invisible friend for help, then proceeds to reading the very word she was struggling with a moment ago flawlessly.

Yoongi sighs. Then, his attention is caught by the movement of two chubby legs kicking from a baby bouncer in front of his daughter. He smiles fondly as Soojin coos at Joowon.

He moves to the kitchen, where he finds you, ladle in one hand and your phone in the other, stirring the stew on the stove as you talk to- Yoongi assumes- your business partner about the rising costs of exporting your custom furnitures.

Yoongi leans back and watches you, with the sounds of his children in the background.

His home, his children, his wife- all the almosts in his life that led him to one definite certainty: love.

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Published 26022022. Crossposted to my AO3.

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