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when yoongi calls to confirm the results of the blood test, reality hits all over again. 

you’re pregnant. 

his voice was gentle, with the same calm professionalism he uses with all his patients… but it couldn’t mask his genuine warmth as he told you the news. you want to believe he sounded excited but it was hard to tell. you settle for the telling warmth in his tone instead.

hearing it out loud brought a whole new set of feelings—joy, fear, and then something else: the unavoidable question of how you’d tell your friends.

having a clingy friendgroup is not for the weak. 

but having a clingy adult friend group—the kind who carve out time for you amidst career chaos, endless emails, and hectic schedules—is something else entirely. 

they’re the type who know what you’re thinking before you can even say it. the type who catch your tone shifting over text and who will show up unannounced if they don’t hear from you for a day. they mean well, but keeping things under wraps with them is practically impossible.

which is why telling them worries you. 

you can’t hide it.

you know you can’t.

truth be told, you don’t want to. they’re your friends and you love them to death. this baby is worth every second of celebration.

the thought had barely settled before it started to plague you.

how exactly do you explain this to a group of people who work together? who run a whole practice together? a group who’ll want to plan out everything with you, to fuss over you like you’re a ticking time bomb, and who—above all—will probably have a shitload of questions you don’t have answers to. 

they’re the people you’ve shared birthdays with, career changes, heartbreaks, and random tuesday nights. now you’re going to share this news, but there’s no manual on explaining an accidental pregnancy to your closest friends without it sounding like a rom-com gone wrong.

a part of you already know how they’ll react. 

they’d be thrilled, supportive, maybe a little over-the-top. 

and then confused.

yoongi?

as the father?

… what, when, where, and why?

not that he’s a bad guy or anything but simply because there were no (obvious) moments that led up to this…

regardless, it’s like you can almost hear jimin’s gasp, feel jin’s bear hug, and imagine hyemi tearing up before tackling you in her usual affectionate way.

they’ll want to be there for every step of this (probably more than you can handle) but that’s the beauty of having friends who genuinely make the time… friends who go out of their way to show up—not just when it’s convenient but because they want to. they’re the type who, as adults, choose each other over and over again despite life’s demands. 

you all take pride in being involved in each other’s lives—big moments, small moments, and now…

this moment.

but exactly how much is there to be proud of when you explain how nasty you and yoongi were with each other?

how this mess could’ve been avoided if you didn’t beg for him to creampie you?

yeah…

that’s a tough one.

as you’re still trying to figure out how to break the news, your timer dings.

you pull the last tray of brown butter oatmeal chocolate chip cookies from the oven, the warm smell of melted chocolate filling the kitchen. you set the tray down with a sigh, hoping a night of stress-baking will take the edge off. but before you can even start on another batch, there’s a knock at your door.

before you can think to answer, hyemi is already pushing it open, holding an expensive wine bottle aloft like a trophy, her eyes alight with excitement.

“hyemi—”

“wine night!” she grins, crossing the room without hesitation, snagging a cookie from the cooling tray as she pushes the wine bottle toward you.

you catch the label and gasp. a prized chateau margaux. the kind of bottle she probably saved up for weeks (or borrowed namjoon’s credit card) to buy.

“you did not…” you say, eyes wide.

“oh, but i did,” she giggles, giving you a wink. “thank you, namjoon.”

you shake your head, a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. “i knew it.”

“well?” she nudges the bottle toward you. “what are you waiting for? let’s open this and—”

you hesitate, trying to find the words. “i… i can’t tonight… or for the next few months.”

her smile falters. she clutches the bottle closer, looking genuinely wounded.

“w-wait, what? but—i fought namjoon for this, you know? and you’ve wanted this bottle for forever!”

“hyemi, i have to tell you something—”

“are you breaking up with me?” she jokes, only half-serious as she takes another bite of her cookie.

you roll your eyes and grab the cookie back from her hand, taking a bite yourself.

“it’s not you, it’s me.”

she laughs, swiping the cookie back with a shrug. “so what is it? and holy shit, these cookies are insane—”

“i can’t drink.”

“why? you’ve gone to work hungover before.”

you struggle to find the words, fingers tightening slightly around the bottle in your hands.

“no, it’s not that. it’s… different.”

hyemi’s brow furrows, her eyes narrowing as she peers at you, picking up on your hesitation. “what? don’t tell me you’re on some sober cleanse or something.”

“no… hyemi, i…”

“i mean if you are, i totally support you. i just think there’s too much good wine in this world and not enough time—”

“i’m pregnant.”

hyemi’s jaw drops, her eyes widening. her mouth opens and closes in shock, but before she can get a word out, there’s a loud crash behind you both.

you whip around to see the rest of the guys standing at the doorway.

jimin is frozen, a shattered wine bottle at his feet, red liquid pooling across the entryway as he stares at you in wide-eyed disbelief.

your eyes lock with yoongi’s, who stands in the middle of the group, his expression soft and steady as he takes you in. he tilts his head, just slightly, a quiet, unspoken reassurance passing between you two. you can feel your heart hammering, cheeks burning as you try to focus on anything other than his gaze.

the silence stretches for a beat too long before taehyung breaks it. 

“mommy?”

this isn’t exactly how you pictured them reacting to the news. 

as you sit on your couch, the atmosphere feels heavy. they’re in disbelief, and the only way they know how to process it is by falling into their medical roles.

nam joon and jin, being the doctors they are, sit close to you and begin a quick physical assessment and blood pressure test.

nam joon carefully rolls up your sleeve, a comforting smile on his face that softens the tension in the room. 

“just relax your arm for me,” he hums, positioning the cuff around your upper arm. his fingers brush against your skin, and you can’t help but notice how professional he is, even amidst the whirlwind of emotions flooding the room.

“you’ve been feeling okay, right? any nausea or dizziness?” he asks, focusing intently on the task at hand.

“tired. sleepy. think i’m nauseous the most, though,” you admit. “i throw up… like every other day.”

he nods, squeezing the bulb to inflate the cuff. “that’s completely normal.” he pauses, glancing up at you. “are you okay? emotionally and mentally?”

you nod, glancing around the room. “i’m fine.” 

your eyes meet yoongi’s.

he’s seated directly across from you, leaning forward, elbows on his knees, fingers interlaced. he’s watching you intently, with his usual cool indifference masking an intensity in his gaze. yoongi’s quiet presence anchors you, even though he says nothing.

should he say something?

what does he even say?

you don’t know.

he doesn’t know either.

as the cuff tightens around your arm, you take a deep breath, catching the supportive glances from everyone else nearby. their chatter fades into the background as nam joon’s focus brings you back to the moment.

“okay, let’s see what we have here,” nam joon murmurs, watching the gauge as the cuff slowly deflates. “hmmm. your pressure’s a little high but good overall. are you stressed?”

“a little right now,” you exhale. “guys, this is too much—“

“did you just do a home pregnancy test or go to the doctor?”

you freeze.

“oh shit,” taehyung calls from the doorway. he’s just been helping jimin and hobi clean up spilled wine. “screw the pregnancy test stuff—i wanna know who the babydaddy is.”

from the back, you hear jimin and hobi laugh as they finish picking up glass shards. taehyung raises a teasing brow. 

“okay but seriously… didn’t know you wanted a baby that bad, ___. could’ve just asked jungkook to help you out.”

yoongi straightens, shooting taehyung a sharp look. “alright. we good here? you guys did a quick physical and checked her blood pressure—”

“your babydaddy is clean, right?” jimin chimes in, feigning seriousness. “___, i hope he’s worth the labor and delivery.”

“oh my god. shut up,” you say, rolling your eyes.

it’s then that you glance at hyemi, who sits on the other side of the couch with jungkook. the two of them are stress-eating your cookies, crumbs dotting the space between them.

hyemi, chocolate smeared at the corner of her mouth, raises a brow. “is this why you’ve been so sick?”

“yeah,” you nod. “i got the confirmation yesterday.”

“yesterday?” her eyes widen, and she sets down the cookie, scooting closer to you. “oh my god, ___. this is huge! congratulations!” she grabs your hands, her excitement lighting up her face. “we’re happy about this, right? you want this?”

before you can answer, she wraps her arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. you let yourself sink into her warmth, feeling the tension unravel.

“yes, i want this. ahhh! don’t make me cry,” you whisper, fighting back tears as you pull back, smiling through it. “god, it’s the pregnancy hormones.”

“already?” she gives you a small, amused smile and wipes at her eyes, fixing your hair. “i’m just so happy for you, ___. you’re going to be the best mom. seriously.”

“as long as her blood pressure stays stable—”

hyemi swats at him. “nam joon, shut up, yeah?”

yoongi lets out a quiet chuckle, leaning back with his hands in his pockets as he watches everyone swarm around you. though he’s giving his usual cool exterior, there’s something in his eyes—a soft, almost possessive gleam that’s hard to miss.

from the corner, jungkook sneaks in, sliding a little closer to you. 

“so,” he begins with a grin, “guess i’ll have to start calling you a milf now, huh?”

yoongi stiffens, jaw clenching almost imperceptibly, his eyes narrowing at jungkook. the tension isn’t lost on you as jungkook’s shoulder brushes against yours, and yoongi shifts in his seat, his gaze hardening in a way that feels oddly protective.

“so, seriously… who’s the babydaddy?” taehyung drawls from across the room, folding his arms with an amused smirk. “he’s clean, right? or should we head to the clinic and run a few tests? just to keep you and baby safe… big news and all, so we’re just trying to make sense of it.”

“god, you’re all insane.” you huff.

“maybe let ___ breathe,” yoongi mutters instantly. his gaze flicking between you and jungkook with a faintly annoyed look. “yah, she just confirmed she’s pregnant. that’s it.”

“that’s it,” you sigh repeating him. then, feeling a small wave of relief. “and honestly, why are the nurses in this room so immature? who can i report you guys to?”

jimin, taehyung, and jungkook laugh. 

“our bosses,” they reply in unison, completely unbothered.

the warmth of their support fills the room. 

as you soak in the moment, hyemi’s watchful eyes drift to yoongi.

he’s now casually seated beside you, close enough that his knee brushes against yours. every now and then, his hand lightly hovers by your arm or shoulder, his touch lingering just a little longer each time. hyemi tilts her head, something slowly clicking in her mind.

“wait a second,” she says, raising a brow. “yoongi… did you know about ___’s pregnancy before the rest of us?”

the room quiets, all eyes shifting to yoongi. before he can answer, jungkook—oblivious to the weight of the question—leans forward. 

“oh shit… is that what her blood test was for at the clinic? i might’ve accidentally seen the paperwork but didn’t peek—thought she was low on iron or something.”

silence falls over the room, each of them piecing things together. one by one, their eyes dart between you and yoongi, confusion shifting to surprise until jin’s eyes widen with realization.

“…wait,” jin’s voice is soft but full of shock.

yoongi keeps his gaze steady on you. 

his expression softening as he takes your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. his thumb brushes over your knuckles, a small smile tugging at his lips. it’s subtle but full of meaning, and you feel warmth pool in your chest, despite the tension.

then taehyung breaks the silence, his eyes wide, mouth slightly open as he points at yoongi with dawning realization.

“...daddy?”

[raplinesmoon]

원샷! (One-Shot!) - MYG X F!Reader

Part 1.5: Half The Man

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pairing: Doctor!Yoongi x Doctor!Reader genre(s): crack, fluff, angst (i'm sorry) au(s): medical AU, idiots-to-lovers (not quite yet) word count: 1.7k chapter warnings: cynical Yoongi, Jeonghan cameo!, hospital talk, artificial insemination and pregnancy, sperm for insemnation switched without readers’ knowledge/consent, Yoongi has no filter, mentions of previously regretful acts done while drunk, arguments, lots of unresolved feelings, did I mention they’re idiots (affectionate), rating: 18+

summary: As your pregnancy progresses, Yoongi continues to wrestle with his long-standing feelings, culminating in an argument that has you making an unexpected move.

a/n: Hi, thank you so much to everyone that has shown love to this series. I'm so sorry that it took me so long to upload the second part, I struggled a lot to continue writing this partly because of my own insecurity, partly because of other things (which I don't want to get into). But Doc!Yoongi is so fun to write! I hope you enjoy!

disclaimer: I do not own, or have any affiliation with BTS. Any similarity between the version of the idol(s) mentioned and portrayed here and their real life counterparts is purely coincidental, and does not represent the thoughts and opinions of said idol(s). Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios. This specific fic is based on the 2010 movie The Switch, which contains sensitive themes relating to accidental artificial insemnation, consent, and pregnancy. Please do your research before engaging with this fic, as these themes may not be for everyone.

The small splotch on Yoongi’s white coat, the byproduct of an accidental run-in with a very flustered Jeon Jungkook holding a very hot cup of coffee, had now turned into an unsightly bloom. Yoongi rubbed at the stain, cursing under his breath that he’d skipped laundry day this week.

To make matters worse, he’d gotten an impromptu page right in the middle of his lunch break. The three tiny beeps went off, and Yoongi’s face turned stark white.

“Oh no,” you gave him the most sympathetic look you could muster, your eyes turning misty. The pregnancy had thrown your hormones completely out of balance, the smallest inconvenience turning into enough to make you cry. “Jeonghan?”

“Jeonghan,” Yoongi sighs. 

…

The frigid air in Jeonghan’s office was nearly enough to rival the stare he currently possesses. Yoongi has to resist the urge to scoff. Yoon Jeonghan was the head of his department, full of pride with a face to match his inflated ego. A handful of years younger than Yoongi, he’d only gotten the position after Yoongi had turned it down multiple times, grumbling about how he was too busy taking care of real patients to deal with all the paperwork that department heads had to put up with. 

“I’m going to be very frank with you Dr. Min,” Jeonghan leans over his desk, a few stray papers falling to the floor. “You’re falling apart.” 

Yoongi bristles, shuffling his feet. He’d felt off ever since the night of your party, and even worse a few weeks later when you told him you were pregnant, all the memories coming back to him. He’d pushed it out of his mind, but clearly Jeonghan had noticed which meant it was affecting his work.

“Namjoon says you’re ordering X-rays and labs for your patients, but not coming up with any diagnoses.”

He straightens, heat coming to his face. “Dr. Yoon, I can explain—“

“No need, Dr. Min. The whole hospital knows you’re in love with ___. You don’t do a great job of hiding it.”

If there was ever a time Yoongi wished a sinkhole would open up and swallow the hospital whole, it was now (not that he’d thought about it before). Almost as if he can sense Yoongi’s sheer embarrassment, Jeonghan is by his side in no time, pulling up a chair to catch Yoongi’s unsteadily swaying figure.

“I’m too fucking sober for this conversation,” Yoongi groans, plopping into the comfortable cushion, Jeonghan looking on with an amused smile.

“That’s probably why Seungcheol also said he saw you throwing up in the hallway like a sorority girl the night of ___’s party.”

Yoongi cursed his stupid neighbour, who also happened to be one of the hospital’s charge nurses, for ratting him out. But then again, a free therapy session with his director was hard to come by, so maybe Yoongi would need to stop and buy Cheol a coffee sometime.

“He has a PhD from Harvard… HARVARD,” Yoongi whines, thinking back to the stupidly attractive man he’d met who was going to be your sperm donor.

“You’re just mad because ___ put you in the friendzone,” Jeonghan sighs.

“We put each other in the friendzone,” Yoongi interrupts, but Jeonghan waves him away.

“No, you had your chance six years ago when both of you started working here, and you blew it.”

“How did I blow it?” Yoongi questions, even though he knows exactly how – and what you’d say if he ever had the guts to ask.

“You went all Yoongi on her — it kills the vibes. You showed too much crazy too soon,” Jeonghan is moving around him now, picking up the stray papers, and Yoongi’s patience becomes thinner than the 11 blade he uses for procedures.

“Oh I’m sorry, did your extortionate divorce settlement teach you that?” He quips back, purposefully sliding his chair onto some of the sheets so Jeonghan can’t reach them.

“Yoongi, you sent me a picture of your armpit three weeks ago while I was in the middle of a surgery.”

“I thought I had a growth! You’re a doctor, you should want to help me!”

“Newsflash, Min, we’re all doctors in here.” And Yoongi knows Jeonghan’s right – he was eccentric, too much at times. But somehow, you never seemed to mind, from always having his back through his daily rants, to showing up at his apartment with a tub of ice cream after his call shifts so you two could make affogatos (Yoongi was nothing if not a caffeine addict).

He hears the door click shut behind him, and Jeonghan’s gone, leaving Yoongi alone with his thoughts, thoughts he’s had many times before. But somehow, it all feels different this time around. You’re pregnant with a child - his child, and you’re not supposed to be. It’s everything he’s ever wanted, and yet, he can’t have it because it would mean confessing that he’d messed up. And like Jeonghan, Yoongi much preferred to shut the door on things rather than let anyone in.

The moan you let out is borderline indecent, and probably not something you should be doing in the middle of your best friend’s apartment. But you were four months pregnant, and the tangy spice of the kkaenip-kimchi Yoongi had prepared for you at 1am was the best thing you’d ever put in your mouth.

“My eomma would have a heart attack if she saw you eating unfermented kimchi at 1am, she says—” 

“The fermentation is good for the baby, I know, I know,” you finish Yoongi’s sentence with a pout. “But I wanted kimchi now.”

“You’re lucky I’m Korean. What if you didn’t have a best friend like me and your random kimchi cravings hit?” Yoongi chuckles, his gums peeking out from one of his rare smiles. The dim lights from the city skyline reflect onto the window behind Yoongi, casting a faint glow over him, and you feel your heart flip-flop, unsure if it’s from nausea or something else.

“I would have gone to H-Mart or something, or called up Seokjin,” you mumble under your breath, but Yoongi, the ever preceptive one between the two of you, catches your hushed response.

“You’re still in touch with him?” His face is pale, a far-away look in his eyes, and you feel your stomach drop, a lead weight settling on your chest.

A strange heat crawls up your spine, and you feel yourself flush at the iciness in Yoongi’s tone, wanting to defend yourself.

“Of course I am Yoongi. The whole point of doing this was so that I could have a donor that I’d be able to meet face to face, look him in the eyes, shake his hand —”

“What, are you going to marry him or something?” Yoongi cuts through your rambling, eyes blazing. “I thought the whole point of this was having a baby. I thought he didn’t matter.”

“Obviously he matters, but not like that, I just–” you trip over your words, unsure why you’re growing so frustrated. This isn’t what you expected when you’d called Yoongi up asking for kimchi. “Why are you being so weird about this?”

“I’m not being weird,” Yoongi’s back is to you, shuffling around in the kitchen. He is being weird, refusing to meet your eyes. “It’s just – what if you meet someone tomorrow? Or in six months? What if you fall in love? Isn’t that an important part of this?”

“This isn’t like you Yoongi,” you shove your bowl of kimchi to the side, wrapping your coat around your arm. Yoongi pales, watching you get up to leave. “I’m not going to spend my life waiting for some what-if. I didn’t exactly dream of this okay? It wasn’t like I was sitting there suffering through med school, just pondering the idea of putting an ad out for a sperm donor one day! But this is real, and it’s happening, and even though you’ll never say it, you think I’m making the wrong choice. You’re supposed to be my friend!”

Your voice breaks at the last sentence, eyes filling with tears. Yoongi had always been there for every stage of your life, through all your terrible dates and failed situationships. He’d been your one constant, but lately it felt like he was fading, purposely removing himself from your life the moment you’d told him you were going through with this.

“I think we need to take some time apart. We need a time-out,” you throw your coat over your shoulders, and Yoongi stiffens, a choked sound escaping him.

“Already learning how to speak mom,” Yoongi quips, but his signature Yoongi humour isn’t enough to quell the rage filling your body. You don’t spare him a second glance, turning on your heel, letting the door slam behind you before you fall apart.

Yoongi wasn’t just your friend, he was so much more than that, but now you weren’t sure if he remained anything to you at all.

Jeonghan’s face is no longer smug when he breaks the news to Yoongi. You’re moving back home, claiming that the city is no place to raise a child. For once, Yoongi is thankful that the younger man doesn’t let his ego get in the way, opening the door to his office so Yoongi can lament in peace, the walls he’d built around his heart growing higher and higher. 

Two weeks later, you were gone. Yoongi stood with you as the moving trucks pulled up, watching you get choked up, the two of you barely having the guts to say more than a simple goodbye, for fear that you’d crack and say the wrong thing. 

Yoongi had always thought of himself as a mature, stable adult, but he fell apart at your leaving, feeling much like a child in need of constant attention. Your words ring back to him – a timeout. You’d left your friendship in constant purgatory – daily texts turned into once-a-week phone calls, which then turned into once-a-month emails, until you’d exchange Christmas cards once a year.

Seven years passed by in the blink of an eye - bringing with them two failed relationships, a stock market crash, a new roommate in the form of a poodle named Holly, and one phone call that changed everything.

A/N pt. 2: Thanks for reading! As always, any feedback or comments are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. Lots of love, Isi 💜

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What Was I Made For?

14: War Of Hormones

childhood enemies, forced proximity, accidental pregnancy, enemies to lovers (👀)

Warnings: 👀🤭

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Facing a change often brings a mix of emotions.

At first, there's a sense of uncertainty and anxiety, as the familiar comfort zone is disrupted. This can feel like a tightness in the chest or a knot in the stomach. Alongside this, there's also a sense of anticipation and excitement about the new possibilities and opportunities that change might bring. 

The mind races with 'what ifs' and potential outcomes, creating a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, of pros and cons, and doubts and hopes.

When Charles and I arrived at the house, the mix of emotions settled into a more tangible form. I tried not to think about the kisses he pressed on my knuckles or the squeezes he gave my thigh.

I knew something changed between us, that the tension was still there but it transformed into something else, something less forced and awkward. We didn't want to give a name to it, opting to stay quiet and only communicating with our eyes and smiles, with touches and acts.

While I made dinner, Charles changed clothes, fed my cat, and moved around the kitchen. I felt him behind me, watching over my shoulder, his presence a warm, silent pressure.

“Smells good” he whispered, close to my ear.

I took a deep breath before nodding and smiling, trying to not then my head to look at him. I just focused on the food in front of me and anything else. Not even his presence behind me. Not even his breathing against my hair. Not even his warmth.

“Thank you” I said, sounding more rough than I wanted, clearing my throat and swallowing thickly.

He moved away and in the moment I could finally breathe. 

God, this is going to be hard.

“Dinner's ready” I sighed, putting the food on plates. “I'm going to get changed”

“If you want, you can grab some of my clothes” he suggested, his voice soft.

“O-oh… Don't worry” I nodded, blushing.

I walked upstairs and looked at the door of his room, taking a deep breath. Should I grab his clothes? He said I could… And the bottoms of my pajamas barely fit me anymore. Yeah, maybe I can grab a pair of joggers.

I took a deep breath and sighed, opening the door of his room and then going to the wardrobe. When I saw the joggers I smiled, grabbing a pair, noticing that he came with many pairs. 

And then I saw it. The plushie. My cat plushie, the one I loved when I was a kid and thought I had lost. I extended my hand and held it, looking at it with wide eyes. It's my plushie, definitely. Washed, somehow fixed, but my plushie. 

I held it close to my chest, taking a deep breath and closing my eyes tightly, to prevent the tears from falling.

“I found it when you left from Greek” 

I gasped softly, turning around with the little cat still pressed on my chest.

“And you kept it all this time?” I whisper. “Charles…”

“I wanted to give it back to you so many times, but you always ran away” he sighed. “So I thought about bringing it for our baby”

“Oh, Charles” I smiled, placing my hand on my belly.

“I kept it all this time, just as a reminder of my first love” be sighed, walking towards me. “And when I went back home to grab clothes and bring them here, I found it in my wardrobe”

I smiled softly, watching how he walked closer towards me, placing his hand on my belly and rubbing it softly.

“I want the best for you and our baby, Dafne” he whispered. 

“And you'll be the best” I nodded. “Just… Trust yourself more, believe in yourself”

He nodded and sighed, taking a step back, again.

God, no. I want him close, closer. I need him to touch me. I need his touch, so bad.

“Let's go have dinner” he said, walking out of his room.

I took a deep breath, getting changed quickly with his clothes and going to my room to leave my own clothes. I placed my plushie on top of my bed and smiled weakly, sighing.

Charles was already downstairs, with the plates already on the table in front of the TV. He was sitting on the couch looking at his phone, writing things on it.

“I was thinking… I know we said that we were only going to tell Pierre about the pregnancy” Charles said, looking up at me and following me with his eyes. “But, I think it will be better if we just tell them through the group chat. Tell all the drivers. Just in case the media ask them things, so they can help us”

“Are you saying that we should lie to them too?” I sighed, sitting next to him. 

“They can help us, Dafne… If we tell them that we have been dating in secret but our team didn't want us together, I'm sure they will support us” he said, holding my hand.

“Okay” I nodded, sighing. “I just… I wish everything was different”

“Me too, believe me” he nodded.

We had dinner in silence, looking at the TV, and when we finished we just sat there. I felt his eyes on me, making me move and look at him.

“W-what?” I frowned, looking at him.

“Nothing” he smiled. “It's just…”

“Just what?” I make nervous.

“You are glowing” he smiled. “Really. Like, you were always gorgeous. But now? You look like a goddess”

“Idiot” I whisper, looking away, blushing. 

“What? I'm not lying, I swear” he smiled. “You look so beautiful, Dafne. So damn beautiful carrying my baby, and it's so hard for me to stop looking at you”

“And touching me?” I said, regretting immediately what I said.

“Touching you?” he laughed. “God, not doing it is the hardest thing ever”

“And why you don't do it?” I mumbled. 

“Believe me, I'm dying to touch you” he whispered, his voice sounding deeper than before. “I'm fighting myself to not do it”

“I told you that those lines can be crossed” I sighed. 

“No, Dafne” he sighed, shaking his head. “I can't”

I swallowed thickly and looked at him. What lines does he want to cross? 

I sighed, looking away and focusing on the TV screen, or at least tried to. But the way his deep voice sent me shivers was repeating in my mind, making me look at him sometimes, scanning his face with my eyes.

His beard is making him even more attractive, and his lips… God, I don't remember how it feels kissing him, or even touching him. The night we had in Monza was something blurry, I barely remember what happened there.

I wish I could feel that again… 

No. No, Dafne. Stop it.

“I-I was thinking about start… Well, nesting” I whisper.

“Oh?” Charles smiled, turning his head sand looking at me.

“Yeah, well… I just, I guess it's time to start doing it” I sighed. “You know… Buy things, start planning a room. The typical”

Charles never stopped smiling while hearing me, and he moved closer, sitting right next to me with his arm on the back of the couch.

“You want to raise the kid here?” he whispered.

“I mean… I- I don't know” I sighed. “I have my apartment in Florence, and yours is in Monaco. I didn't think about it, actually… Before you came I only wanted to stay here and never leave”

“But then I came and broke all your plans” he sighed, leaning on me to place his hand on my belly.

“Yeah” I sighed. “But… I'm kinda glad you came. I think I needed to have you here, somehow. I can't do this alone, this is way harder than I thought…”

“Hey” he smiled. “We're in this together. I'll go wherever you want to go. You want to stay here? Then I'll come back here. You want to go to your apartment in Florence? Then I'll be there. I'll do whatever you told me to do”

“Thank you, Charles” I smiled, looking up at him.

I found his eyes, his green eyes looking into my eyes. He's so close, so close… I can feel his breath against my lips. Only a few centimeters…

“Cross the line” I whisper, my voice trembling with need. “Cross it…”

“Dafne” he whispered. 

“Please” I whisper, licking my lips, moving my hand to cup his jaw. “Please?”

He sighed, moving back and shaking his head.

“Is it because I'm pregnant?” I frowned. “You say I look beautiful, but you don't even dare to stand behind me, to hold me. Not even kiss me”

“No, Dafne” he sighed, messing his hair with his fingers. “It's not that”

“Then what is it? Please, tell me” I sighed.

“I don't want to hurt you” he said.

“Come on” I laughed, somehow trying to swallow the tears. “You are already hurting me whenever you stand close to me and can't even place your hand on my waist”

“I want to repeat that night!” he snapped, making me flinch, surprised. “I want to remember how it is to touch you, to kiss you. I want to remember how you sound when you moan my name and when you squeeze me. I want to do it over and over again. But I can't do it because I don't want to hurt you and the baby!”

I swallow thickly and look at him, standing up slowly.

“I… I'm going to bed” he sighed. “Good night”

“Charles-” I mumbled watching him go, my heart aching in need of his touch.

But he was already walking upstairs, closing the door of his room.

The bed felt cold and too big, an emptiness that hadn't been there before.

But what changed? Why does it feel cold and big now?

I sighed, turning again in the bed, facing the window, then looking at the digital clock. Five minutes passed since the last time I looked at it.

“Fuck” I groaned, sitting slowly on the bed and looking at the door.

I sighed, pacing the room. Should I go downstairs? Should I go to his room?

And before I could even think about it, I was already in front of his door, with my knuckles hitting the door softly three times.

I heard some steps seconds after knocking and then his door opened.

“Dafne?” he murmured.

“I can't sleep” I whispered back.

“Is the baby kicking hard?” he whispered, placing his hands on both sides of my belly.

“N-no… No” I whisper. “I just… Can you sleep in my bed? Please?”

“Dafne…” he sighed, stepping back and shaking his head, his conflict evident.

“Please. The baby seems calm when your hand is on my belly” I whisper. “And well, I feel good too”

I heard him sigh and I just closed my eyes, taking a step closer and wrapping my arms around him. 

“Look…” I sighed. “I'm going crazy, okay?”

“What? Why?” he whispered, and I sighed in relief when he wrapped his arms around me too.

“Because the fucking hormones are killing me” I groaned. “You just can't say that you want to fuck me and make me moan your name. You really can't do it”

“Dafne…” he sighed.

“You think I don't want to?” I whisper. “Hell. Something changed between us, I know. And it's going so fast that it's scaring me. You know I hate changes, that I hate doing new things. You know how bad it was for me when I moved to Ferrari… And know what is changing is how I look at you”

“But I don't want to hurt the baby, Dafne” he whispered, placing his hand on my head. “I don't want to do something wrong and hurt the baby”

I swallowed thickly and hugged him tighter, with my belly between us.

“Tomorrow morning, we'll go to a doctor” I whisper. 

“Hey, no…”

“Yes” I whisper. “I have to go anyway, hm? We will see our baby and then we'll check if everything is alright. And we'll ask the doctor everything we need to know”

“Are you sure?” he whispered.

“The hormones are making me horny, Charles” I laughed nervously. “You know how embarrassing it is?”

He chuckled softly, rubbing my back. He rested his chin on top of my head, taking a deep breath and playing with my hair.

“Let's go to bed” he sighed, pulling away and holding my hand, walking us to my room.

I smiled sleepily, holding his hand tight and then rubbing my belly, taking a deep breath when I saw Charles walking inside of my room and going straight to my bed.

“Left?” he whispered, making me nod.

He moved the covers of the bed so he could lay on the left side, opening the covers for me to lay next to him.

“Hold me” I whispered looking at him. “Please?”

He smiled and nodded, moving closer. I followed his movements with my eyes, taking a deep breath to ignore the anxiety of the situation. 

“Can I… Can I try something?” he whispered.

I nodded looking at him. He smiled and took the covers out looking at me, his eyes asking for permission.

“Go on” I whisper, feeling shivers all over my body.

A soft gasp escaped me as his hand gently lifted my shirt, revealing my belly. His hand, warm and gentle, began to rub my skin.

“There it is” he whispered, smiling amazed.

Until now, the only person that touched my bare belly besides myself was the doctor that told me the news, who had to do a scan to check if everything was alright.  And now, looking at Charles admiring it, only makes my heart beat faster.

I flinched softly when I felt his hand on my skin, but relaxed immediately when he started rubbing it. His hand is so big, practically covering my belly with it.

“Hey baby” he whispered, his voice filled with pure love, making my heart jump. 

He's talking to the baby.

“It's me, dad” he smiled, moving on the bed to be face to face with my stomach. “I can't wait to meet you, little one. Really, I can't wait”

I took a deep breath and placed my hand on top of his head, burying my fingers on his hair and closing my eyes when I felt his lips on my stomach, pressing tender kisses there. He wrapped his arm around my hips, rubbing his thumb over my stomach.

“I just… God, Dafne. This is the best thing you could ever give to me” he whispered looking up at me. “A kid…”

“Yeah” I smiled. 

“And in part it makes me hate myself for all the pain I gave you” he whispered. “And how bad it was the moment we made it…”

“The past is the past” I sighed. “Let's forget it, okay? Let's just focus on what we have now, on this chance of be the best version of ourselves”

He looked at me and smiled, resting his chin on top of my belly, carefully. He held my head and kissed it, taking a deep breath before pressing a new kiss on my belly button.

“Saying thank you is not enough for everything you are doing” he whispered. 

I smile weakly and squeeze his hand softly, taking a deep breath.

The way he looks at me is new. How he kisses my belly, how he closes his eyes when he does that. How he smiles, rubbing the tip of his nose and making me giggle softly.

“Come on, let's sleep” I whisper, yawning softly.

He smiled and nodded, moving to be in front of me but not pulling down the shirt. His face was in front of mine, his eyes looking into mine.

“Hi” I whisper smiling, biting my lip softly.

“Hi” he smiled.

I looked at him and took a deep breath, placing my hand on his jaw, rubbing my thumb over his cheek.

“Dafne…”

And then I did it.

I leaned in, my hand cupping his cheek as I pressed my lips to his in a kiss that held all the emotions I had kept locked away, deep inside of my heart. The kiss was soft at first, tentative, as if testing the waters. But then it deepened, fueled by the months of longing and tension that had built up between us.

Charles responded immediately, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me closer. The kiss was a release, a breaking of the dam that had held back our feelings for so long. My fingers tangled in his hair, my body pressing against his as I poured everything into that moment.

When we pulled away, both of us were breathless, resting our foreheads against the other.

“I told you that you can cross all the lines you want” I whisper, making him chuckle softly.

“I want to cuddle you” he whispered, making me nod and smile.

“All the times you want” I smiled, closing my eyes and letting him get comfortable in my bed beside me.

The next morning, his hand was under my shirt, gently rubbing my belly just as he has done last night.

I groaned softly, moving closer to him and feeling his warm chest on my back, sighing happily.

“Good morning” he whispered, his lips brushing my shoulder, making me smile. “How did you sleep?”

“Amazing” I whisper, turning my head, looking at him.

“That's good” he smiled, pressing his lips in the corner of my mouth. “So… What are today's plans?”

“Well… We can go to the village” I sighed, turning around slowly and hugging him. “Ask the doctor to have a fast appointment, meet our baby, and maybe go buy things”

“Mhm, sounds nice” he smiled, kissing my forehead.

The tension left my shoulders the moment he kissed me back last night, and this morning, and during all the times he woke up at night pressing a kiss on my shoulder.

“And we should call Fred…” I sighed, biting my lip when I heard him groan. “I know, I know…”

“It's just…” he sighed, pulling me closer. “I'm so happy in this bubble we’re in. I don't want to mess things up. I just… Can't we wait a little? Just a few more days”

I looked up at him and smiled weakly.

He's right, we are in a bubble, ignoring the outside world, just focusing on us. For once, we were acting like normal people.

“Alright” I sighed. 

I took a deep breath and hugged him, resting my head on his chest and wrapping my arm around his waist. As I tangled my leg with his, he flinched slightly.

“Eh… Wait” he whispered, tensing.

“What? What’s wrong?” I frowned, following his gaze. “O-oh…”

“Y-yeah” he sighed.

I swallowed thickly and moved, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks.

“I mean…” I whispered, looking up at the ceiling. “I could…”

“No, no” he said quickly. “God no, not yet. Just…”.

He sighed, sitting quickly on the bed and getting out, going to the bathroom of my room.

So that's what happened yesterday too. He had to leave the bed quickly because of his morning hood. 

“Fantastic” I groaned, covering my eyes with my arm.

I heard him opening the water of the shower, then his groans. God, if only… I could help him.

I got up from bed and grabbed the joggers I was wearing, walking slowly to the door of the bathroom and knocking on it.

“I'm going to make breakfast” I said, opening the door a little. “And I'll call the doctor to see when we can go”

“S-sure!” he gasped.

God… Send help.

I shook my head, rubbing my belly while I walked downstairs to get our breakfast ready. When I finished, and noticing that Charles didn't get out of the bathroom yet, I called the doctor to set an appointment.

“Hey” Charles sighed, walking inside the kitchen with an awkward smile. “Look…”

“I could have touched you, Charles” I whispered. “I could have help you, you didn't have to go to the bathroom and hide”

“I know, I know” he sighed, standing in front of me, and something inside of me threw a party when he placed his hands on my hips. “It's just… I want to do it all, okay? Go all in”

I smiled weakly and looked at him, nodding. He leaned closer and pressed a soft kiss on my forehead, making me close my eyes and breathe deeply, smiling when I recognized the shower gel I use.

“I called the doctor” I said. “We can go whenever we want, she's free this morning”

“Oh?” he frowned, surprised. 

“Advantages of being near a village that doesn't have over a hundred of people living there” I smiled softly.

“Oh, okay” he smiled. 

I looked up at him, smiling while leaning on the counter. He placed his hands on my sides and leaned slowly, pressing his lips on mine, kissing me softly and slowly, with no rush.

“I can't believe I can do this” he whispered against my lips before kissing me again. “I've dreamed of doing it for so long… For tasting your lips again… It's been a while…”

I pulled away slowly, looking at him with a sad smile.

“All this time?” I whisper.

“Since you kissed me in Greece” he smiled. 

I smile softly and peck his lips quickly. He pulled away and helped me grabbing the breakfast, placing it on the table and sitting in front of me. 

Time went by fast, and before we noticed, he was already parking his car in front of the medical center of the village, holding my hand and waiting to get called.

“It will be okay” he whispered, placing his hand on my knee after noticing how I was bouncing it nervously.

“I know” I whisper.

“Dafne Morelli?”

We stood up, still holding hands, as the nurse called my name and led us into the consultation room. An older woman sat behind the desk, smiling warmly as we entered.

“It was a surprise for me when I heard your voice this morning through the call” she said. “You must be Elena's daughter, right?”

“Y-yeah” I smile weakly.

“Well, let me tell you that I was your mom's doctor during your little sister's pregnancy” she smiled, making me gasp softly. “She was one of my first patients… God, how fast time flies, hm?”

I smiled nodding slowly, looking at her. She gestured to us to sit on the chairs in front of her desk.

“He might be your husband, hm?” she smiled looking at Charles.

“O-oh! No, no! We… We are not married” I gasped, shaking my head. “But he's the father of the baby”

“Oh good to know” she smiled, winking at us. “Well, tell me. How is it going?”

I took a deep breath and told her everything. My career, how I found out I was pregnant, how far, what the first doctor said… Everything.

“Well, then let's take a look on the bed, yeah?” she smiled.

I nodded, getting up followed by Charles. He helped me sit on the high bed and then I raised up the jumper I was wearing, taking a deep breath when the doctor grabbed the gel. I flinched when she spread it with the stick and immediately held Charles hand.

“Well, well… Let's take a look” she smiled, looking at the screen. “For what I can see you are around the week 17, close to the fifth month. Right now, your baby is of the size of a pear”

“Yeah” I nodded, looking at Charles.

“Do you know the gender?” We shook our heads and she smiled. “You want to know?”

“W-we… We actually wanted to do a little gender reveal, so if you could print the results…” Charles said softly, squeezing my hand.

“Oh, sure!” she nodded, pressing a button on the keyboard and then the printer started working. “Are you ready to look and hear your baby?”

Charles and I looked at each other with a smile, holding our hands tightly. We nodded nervously, taking a deep breath before the doctor turned the screen to us.

“Here, there is your baby” she smiled, moving the stick over my belly again and making the picture of the screen change.

I gasped, tears immediately springing to my eyes. It was so small, but so perfect. I turned to look at Charles, his eyes wide with amazement, a soft smile tugging at his lips. He was speechless, just staring at the screen in awe.

And then we heard it. A steady, fast and rhythmic thumping filled the room: our baby’s heartbeat. It was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.

I looked back at the screen, mesmerized by the tiny life growing inside me, and then back at Charles. His eyes were glistening with unshed tears, his expression one of pure joy.

"That’s… that’s our baby" he whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

I nodded, unable to speak through the lump in my throat. I reached up and wiped away a tear from his cheek, my own tears streaming freely down my face. 

"Yes, that’s our baby," I managed to say, my voice trembling with happiness.

The doctor gave us a moment, letting us soak in the incredible sight and sound. 

"Everything looks perfect," she said, her voice gentle. "The heartbeat is strong and steady."

The doctor printed out a couple of ultrasound images for us, and Charles held them carefully, as if they were the most precious thing in the world. 

"Look at this," he said, showing me the tiny, grainy image. "Our baby."

"Our baby," I repeated, feeling a sense of peace and happiness wash over me.

I smiled, feeling his lips against mine before he pulled away and grabbed some napkins to clean my belly, taking the chance and kissing my belly quickly.

“I… Well, we wanted to know some things” I said nervously, holding Charles' hand.

“Oh, sure” she nodded, writing on her laptop.

“W-well… Is it if we… Well” I mumbled blushing, looking at Charles.

“Oh! Oh, yes” she laughed softly. “Yeah, I get it. Young love! Of course you can. It's safe for the baby, don't worry about it”

“Oh, thank you” I nodded, sighing ashamed.

“Cuties” she chuckled. 

I blushed and looked at Charles, biting my lip. He held my hand and grabbed everything the doctor gave us and walked out with me.

“Well, what do you want to do now?” Charles smiled, holding my hand tightly.

I took a deep breath and looked at him, biting my lip. 

“I…”

And then a flash. Flash of a camera. Then another. And another.

“Fuck” Charles groaned, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and walking quickly towards the door of the car, helping me get in.

I looked around surprised, watching the small number of paparazzi taking pictures of us. Then they called our names, taking more pictures.

“Shit” Charles groaned, getting in the car and driving quickly away from the village. 

“H-how? How did they find us?” I mumble, looking back through the mirror. 

“I don't know” Charles groaned. “Are you okay?” 

I nodded quickly, placing a protective hand over my belly and then holding his free hand.

They found me. They found us. 

The three of us.

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Caramel

(Part Ten)

characters: stripper! Yuta x female! wealthy! Y/N genre: chaptered, smut, angst, fluff word count: 3k words summary: Y/N has everything in her bitter life, not until she meets a sweet-looking stripper. warnings: matured theme, stripper au!, third person POV, crying, mentioned taken virginity, typical Kdrama trope, mentions of killing and gun (please see last chapter), mentions of vomiting, accidental pregnancy taglist: @cherrymotodude @tenjyucat @justsomekpopstuff @ilhoonseyeballs@whyme11@a-bts-world @amazinggraxia

Part Nine

“What is the meaning of this?” Jungwoo asked when Y/N entered his apartment. He was showing her an online article about the engagement. “Why didn’t you tell me about this? Is that why Jaehyun is back?”  

The girl sighed. “I’m as surprised as you are.” She claimed then breathed hard once again. “Can I use your bathroom to shower?” 

Her brother just stared at her. Her silver dress looked crumpled and her hair was a mess even if it looked like she combed it and just tied it in whatever way. “Where have you been?” He asked in worry before opening the bathroom door for her. “You didn’t spend the night in your place?” The girl shook her head before entering the bathroom. 

She loves Jungwoo and wants to tell him everything. But she didn’t know where to start. First, her head hasn’t wrapped up the idea of marrying Jaehyun just yet. Jung Jaehyun who she had known since childhood. The wide-eyed kid on the city playground who everyone kept on calling Casper for his white ghostly complexion. The scrawny kid who kept on clinging to her side, even changing to public school from his high-end luxurious school, just to hang out with her. 

Yes, he had changed a lot from what he used to be. Basketball and Connecticut had done wonderful things to the man. But he is still Jung Jaehyun. The nerdy guy she shared her virginity with because they were both curious about what sex feels like.       

Marrying him would be like getting into a relationship with either Kim brothers. It feels weird. It feels so wrong. 

Second, why would their parents arrange something like that? And when? Jaehyun claimed he had no idea. So how did they come up with this plan? And why? 

The company isn’t in jeopardy. She just secured a deal worth millions so she knew merging wouldn’t have anything beneficial for both companies. Is the rumors about her stepdad wanting to step down from his presidential position true? Then why can’t he just hand the company to Doyoung who had been learning the ropes of the company? Why not Jungwoo?

Why would she get married just for the sake of the merging? 

Then there’s Yuta. She regretted deleting his number from her phone, erasing all messages so there wouldn’t be a trace of him. Yet, that is a difficult thing to do. She can still smell his sweet scent, taste the cola and wine from his lips, hear his melodious voice, and feel his warm skin against hers. How could she forget about him when her mind kept on remembering his face? The long lashes, the high nose, and those plump lips. Her fingers could still remember the warmth of his cheeks.  

She could run away with him. He did suggest that idea. They could do that. But she’s scared that something bad will happen to him if she chooses a life with him. And she can’t bear the idea that she will be the cause of someone's suffering once again. 

Why does the world hate her? Why does her mom hate her this much?  

Y/N didn’t know how long she stayed in the bathroom but her eyes were so heavy and the skin of her fingertips was so wrinkly when she went out. Doyoung was also sitting on Jungwoo’s couch, staring at her in worry. “I went to your place and you weren’t there. Luckily, Jungwoo called me.” the oldest claimed and she nodded. “Yuta was there.” That made her stop. “He was also looking for you.” 

She tried to turn around to look for Yuta. Surely, Doyoung would bring him if he saw him. “But Jungwoo said you’d been crying while calling his name so I thought I wouldn’t tell him where you are.” 

The tears welled in her eyes. Of course, Jungwoo would hear that. Of course, Doyoung would do the best thing and not let him see her. If she does see him again, she might have run away with him. And everything will be in danger: the company, her parents, her brothers, and most especially, Yuta. The oldest stood up and then walked in front of the girl, wrapping her for a hug. “You don’t have to do this, Y/N. I can talk to Dad and…” 

She let go of the hug, Jungwoo just stared in worry. Y/N wiped the tears away from her face. “It’s fine.” She smiled. Everything will be fine, Y/N. If you follow everything she says. If you choose them over yourself. “I can marry Jaehyun.” 

Jaehyun isn’t bad. He isn’t the same age as her dad. He is handsome and rich. They grew up together. And he seemed to like her a lot. Jaehyun will surely take care of her.

Jaehyun will be such a lucky man.

Marrying Jaehyun wouldn’t be such a bad idea, isn’t it? 

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The guy in front of her was just staring in question when she announced, amidst the revolt of her two brothers, that she was marrying him. Mrs. Jung was very delighted, even exclaiming that she knew this would happen even when they were still kids. Her mom had an evil smirk on her face that made Y/N shiver. Chairman Jung nodded, in a very chairman-like way, while her dad had a worried look on his face. Her brothers were staring at her as if she was hopeless while Junyoung glared at the youngest Jung. 

Why do some of them look bitter with the idea? It was their plan in the first place. And just like what Jaehyun’s mom claimed, this has been expected since they were young. Seeing his parents and her own mother happy, she knew this was the right thing to do. 

Y/N smiled, maybe she had truly lost her mind. 

“What about Yuta?” Jaehyun asked loud enough for everyone to hear. Y/N lightly glanced at him, begging him not to say something else. “He was there.” Both Jungwoo and Doyoung stared at her in surprise. “He didn’t say anything? I’m sure he wouldn’t…” She glared at him, begging him to stop. His parents were giving each other a confused look asking who Yuta was. 

Her mom stared sternly at her. 

“There’s nothing going on between me and Yuta,” Y/N answered coldly.  

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It has been almost two weeks but Y/N has never returned to her apartment unit. The hotel staff, who became acquainted with Yuta’s presence in the hotel lobby, had informed him that she hadn’t moved out but she wasn’t coming back either. The last time he saw her was that night. He could easily call and ask her where she was if she hadn’t deleted her number. He should have just followed Doyoung when he had the chance. With no other choice, he decided to go to where she worked. 

The company building is still so huge in his eyes. The ambiance makes him feel like he truly doesn’t belong in this place. The receptionist professionally greeted him and he greeted back, “Can I ask if Ms. Y/N Y/L/N is here?” The man typed something into his computer before shaking his head, claiming that she hadn’t been coming to work the past week. 

Wait, a week? His palms felt sweaty. He had always eyed Y/N as a workaholic. She would even sacrifice sleep and meals just for her job. And a week of not coming to work? That is so unlike her. “Is she alright? Do you know if she’s sick or something?” Maybe it’s the flu. Has she been eating? Is someone taking care of her? Was she in a hospital? 

Or worse, did something bad happen to her? 

The man shrugged before gesturing at someone, “You can ask Madam Y/L/N.” 

Maybe his palms are creating buckets of water right now. Y/N had every reason to be scared of her mom. She looks so intimidating even if she is just sitting in front of Yuta. There were a lot of people in the coffee shop where her mom brought him. Nothing bad will happen, right? 

“Is Y/N alright?” Yuta started in a soft voice. Somehow, he cannot look at her face. He doesn’t want to see her reaction. But if he wanted to know the truth, he should be brave to face her. “She’s safe, isn’t she?” 

She nodded chicly, taking a sip of the tea she ordered. “What is it with you and Y/N?” Yuta wanted to answer that question badly. “What is your relationship with each other?” But it was a complicated question. What are they? He wasn’t even sure himself. 

Y/N is very special to him. It’s just been weeks since they last saw each other but he’s already missing her. He cannot imagine the next few days not seeing her. He is in love with her. At least he knew that much. 

But this was all his feelings. What if she doesn’t reciprocate that? What if she doesn’t like him the way he likes her? What if she’s bothered by his presence? 

Their relationship? Is it still called a relationship when it’s one-sided? 

“She’s getting married. I’m sure you know about it.” There was a smirk on her face that annoyed Yuta much more. He was there when it was announced. Johnny and Taeyong both pestered him with questions when the articles popped up. Maybe that’s why he wanted to see her much more. To know if she really wanted this or if this was just a big ploy by her mom. “She agreed to marry her childhood friend.” The older one claimed as if reading his mind. “They have been inseparable since young. Jaehyunnie always had a huge crush on her.” 

“Why are you telling me all of these?” 

The woman crossed her arms against her chest, the side of her lips turning up. “Leave her alone.” Yuta gulped. Of course, she’ll pull something like this. Why isn’t he surprised? “If you need her money, I’ll easily give it to you.” She started getting out a checkbook from her handbag. “50 million?” 

Yuta smirked. “Is that how much your daughter means to you? 50 million?” Y/N’s mom raised her eyebrow at that. “This isn’t about money. But why the hell don’t you want your daughter to be happy?” He was holding the handle of the mug of coffee rather tight. His other hand is in a clenched fist under the table. “It isn’t her fault. I even think that it was your fault your son was killed. Who, in their right mind, would let a young child play with a loaded gun?” 

There was a surprised expression on the older woman then a chuckle. An evil chuckle which sent a shiver down Yuta’s spine. “I totally underestimated the two of you.” She exclaimed then laughed to herself. “That bitch might be too hung up on you.” That bitch? Yuta was angry. Is she really her mom? How dare she call her daughter that? “She’s in love with you. How cute.” But it seemed like she was just telling it to herself rather than to Yuta. 

What the hell is wrong with her? “Does she know?” Her tone changed that startled Yuta. “A runaway.” She whispered then sipped her tea, “How long had it been since you last saw your father?” His eyes widened in surprise. What did she know? “It’s not easy running away from the yakuza, isn’t it?” What the hell?

She stood up that startled him. “Thank you for making this easy, Yuta.” She claimed then left the cafe. 

Yuta was just in a daze. How did she know about his father? But before he could stand up, four men came inside the coffee shop which surprised him. 

A chuckle escaped his lips. She truly is a scary woman.

—--------

A light knock can be heard on the door, making Y/N open her eyes. How long has she been sleeping? Her body feels so sore. Maybe from crying too much. Her head feels light and even sitting up is a struggle for her. She hates that she doesn’t feel well. But she hates it more when her dad enters her room looking so apologetic. “Did I wake you up? I’m sorry.” He whispered, holding a tray of food.

It smells so good that Y/N’s stomach grumbled. The last meal she had was vomited in her toilet. Why is her body feeling like this all of a sudden? “The chef prepared some hot soup. The maids claimed that you threw up and just slept the whole afternoon so you might be hungry.” The older man explained while placing the tray of food on her bed. 

The girl glanced at the clock beside her bed, surprised that it was already 4 in the afternoon. She was almost asleep the whole day? He reached out a hand to feel her forehead then stared in pity. “It’s the first time I've seen you this sick.” 

Y/N smiled lightly. Normally, she prefers to be alone when she isn’t feeling well. That way she wouldn’t bother anyone. But since she’s at home and is feeling really bad, she cannot do anything about it. Besides, it was Junyoung who found her retching in the bathroom first. “I’m sorry,” she whispered then took a sip of clear chicken soup. 

“Why are you sorry?” she asked while sitting on the foot of her bed. “This is your body’s way of telling you to take a rest and you badly needed it.” The girl only pursed her lips at that. “Are you sure you don’t want to go to the hospital?” The girl only shook her head. That would only make her feel bad. “Or I could call Dr. Hall to come here.”  

“I’m fine, dad.” He nodded, urging her to finish the soup. “It’s still early,” she started. “Is the stakeholders’ meeting done?” 

The older one sat on the foot of her bed, one leg on top of the mattress to face her. “I asked Jaehyun to fill in for me.” 

“Jaehyun? Jung Jaehyun?” she asked, eyes wide. “How? Why?” Maybe her head was aching really bad that she was hearing things. It is a stakeholders’ meeting. Her dad should be there as a president. True, there is a merger happening but why would Jaehyun fill in for the president of the company? It should be her dad. Or maybe Doyoung or Jungwoo, his heirs. Why Jung Jaehyun? 

The man breathed heavily as she prepared herself for his words. “Y/N, did you know the first time I saw you was when you were in middle school?” She looked confused. That was impossible, she was in high school when her mom met her new dad. It was their wedding when she first saw him. “You were selling those mint choco cookies to Chairman Jung while Jaehyun hid behind you.” 

Oh, she remembers now. It was one of their school projects back in middle school and since her partner is affluent, she tried selling all their cookies to his dad’s friends. They had the most sales back then and that’s when she realized what she wanted to do in life. “I was so amazed at your sales pitch that I thought of hiring you in the company once you graduate.” Wait. At middle school? “And chairman Jung had the same idea, even boasting that you and Jaehyun will be great assets if you end up together and take over his company.” 

He laughed, “But he only has Jaehyun and I have two boys, maybe I can have a shot.” What? He wanted her to marry either Doyoung or Jungwoo? “I came to your mom to offer you a scholarship and then maybe ask you to come to my company. Maybe you’ll fall in love with one of my sons.” 

Her shocked face says it all, making the older Kim chuckle. “Then Junyoung happened.” 

Y/N’s head was aching at all the information. He was after her, not her mom, all along? And her youngest brother was an accident? “I realized it would be better to have you as a daughter than a daughter-in-law.” He smiled, “The boys’ mom and I had always wanted a daughter. The two had always wanted a sister so I begged your mom to let you stay here instead of going with Jaehyun abroad.”  

This is too much information. “Thank you for coming into our lives, daughter.” 

The tears welled in her eyes that startled herself. That was new.

“I also know that you don’t want this engagement with Jaehyun to happen. I am terribly sorry, Y/N.” She shook her head as he moved closer to wipe the tears flowing down her cheeks. “You need to rest. When you get back to work, there are a lot of things you need to do.” She apologized but he just shook his head, smiling at her. 

“Prepare yourself for non-stop meetings and the judging looks of the board members.” She’s used to it, working in a male-dominated field. A woman cannot have power. A woman shouldn’t make mistakes. That is the reason why she’s still lucky to have such a high position in the company despite being a girl, in their terms. “That is an advice as an ex-president of the company.” 

What? She might be so light-headed that she’s hearing things. Maybe this is a dream. A wild fever dream. But as she pinched the back of her palm, she realized how real this was. 

Her stepdad was looking at her with a gentle smile on his face, eyes sparkling as if he was immensely proud of her. And in his soft and encouraging tone claimed “You’ll do great, president.” 

Part Eleven

[wooyoong]

🧸 freya's recent bts reads (& recs)

disclaimer : there's atleast one fic for each member, but i am yet to widen my spectrum, so you will find less vmin + jin fics. that also doesn't mean i don't like reading them, lol.

note : fic titles labelled with a * mark are series. minors please stay away, strictly. almost all fics here are 18+ !!

— also, i am @sugarwithtea 😭 incase you wanted to check out my writing blog then.

KIM SEOKJIN

* 9 months to fall in love by @floralseokjin (s2l, accidental pregnancy au, 18+)

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

* For Love & Money by @jimlingss (s2l, forced marriage au)

For love, you foolishly lied to yourself. For money, you married a stranger.

MIN YOONGI

* Till Death Do Us Part by @colormepurplex2 (e2l, arranged marriage au, mafia au, 18+)

Marital bliss isn't always a guarantee, especially when you find yourself marrying into the family responsible for your own family's demise. Sometimes, marriage is just a game of kill or be killed. Even when there is love involved, bullets still hurt.

Sinful Lust by @oddinary4bts (ft. jungkook, threesome au, 18+)

in an attempt to spice up your bedroom life with your boyfriend Min Yoongi, you suggest bringing another man into the action. Yoongi seems reluctant at first, but when you mention his friend Jeon Jungkook, he can’t deny his attraction. All that’s left to do is to convince Jungkook into participating...

* The Truth Between Us by @jimlingss and @gukyi (e2l, multiple aus, 18+)

a book deal should be the most exciting time of your life, but there seems to be a constant and omnipresent damper on your mood in the form of a certain min yoongi, who you would just cut out from your life, if he weren’t your editor. but then, the world shifts beneath your feet, and you begin to wonder if maybe you’ve always been looking at life from the wrong angle.

* Playing With Fire by @/chanyeolly (ao3) (e2l, idol au, 18+)

Yoongi hates you. Or at least, he thinks he does.

AKA

Y/N works for BigHit and Yoongi is bad at dealing with his feelings.

JUNG HOSEOK

Brevity (But Most Often Not) by @threeletterslife (ft. jimin, s2?, psychopath hoseok)

All your life, you've been with guys who didn't bother to read the news or appreciate the art form of journalism. But Hoseok... Even the way he carefully chooses his words is a sign that you and he are a match. If only he weren't in a dilapidating psychiatric hospital. Then maybe you'd have a proper boyfriend who treated you right for once.

* Arranged by @obiwrites (ao3) (arranged marriage au, 18+)

If you thought entering an arranged marriage with the person you love would be a dream, you were in for a rude awakening. Jung Hoseok was far from the doting husband you’d dreamed of and most of it could be chalked up to the fact that he was in love with his best friend. And you are without a shadow of a doubt, not her.

But what happens when Hoseok starts to realize he doesn’t want you to be her? That there might be more than meets the eye with you?

Fake Love by @aquaminwrites (e2l, fake dating au, 18+)

Every year, your family spends the holidays at your parents’ cottage in the country. Freshly single and not wanting to be picked apart by your family for being alone, you decide to recruit one of your friends to pretend to be your boyfriend. The only available volunteer? Your brother Namjoon’s roommate, Hoseok. Only problem? He absolutely hates your guts.

* Jungle Park by @jimlingss (coworker au, amnesia au)

The equation is simple. Hoseok needs to hire someone. You need a job. Except like any actual equation, it’s not fucking simple at all! Not when you have to add the fact that he was forced to hire someone he doesn’t want in his office, he has little respect for your job in general, and oh yeah...once upon a time you might have—*CENSORED*.

KIM NAMJOON

Not Another Holiday Romance by @kpopfanfictrash (s2l, one night stand au, holiday au, 18+)

You, a perpetually alone (and utterly cynical) movie director, are sent to the town of Snow Falls, Middle-of-Nowhere for your latest film assignment. Stuck in holiday hell until the new year, you’re determined to get in and get out with minimal damage to your Grinch reputation. That is, until a ridiculously gorgeous (and young?!) town historian is assigned to help with your film. Suddenly, you find yourself the heroine of one of those corny romances you direct – and are discovering they might not be so corny after all.

* My Feet to Follow, and My Heart to Hold by @daechwitatamic (r2l, college au, 18+)

You know a lot about the many types of love thanks to Kim Taehyung. You love him as the only person you see as “family”, you love him as your very best friend, and you love him as the beautiful, funny man he’s become. But when a twist of fate during your senior year has you rooming with his good friend Kim Namjoon, you just might find that you have plenty left to learn about love. 

The Wedding Arrangement by @/sugalights (ao3) / @sugaurora (s2e2l, fwb au, 18+)

You are in love with your best friend, the only man who matters, Kim Seokjin.

Unfortunately, he's just gotten engaged to someone who isn’t you. Even more unfortunately, he expects you to help plan the wedding alongside Kim Namjoon, his other best friend and, based on your first meeting, just another judgemental jerk.

Putting aside your distaste for the sake of your friend’s happiness, you both set about giving Seokjin the wedding of his dreams. Following a rough and satisfying affair at the caterer’s, you strike an unusual deal: you and Namjoon will be enemies with benefits until the wedding is over. And after six months of wedding planning, you both just might learn that weddings aren’t usually the end, but a brand new beginning.

PARK JIMIN

* Maybe Me by @jiminrings (single dad au, s2l)

summary: maybe it’s stupid of jimin to take on everything at once, all by himself. maybe it’s rash of him to book a long-term stay at a luxury hotel, even if it comes with a family discount. but maybe, just maybe, jimin would have nothing to lose and everything to gain if he lets you in.

KIM TAEHYUNG

Always the Bridesmaid by @kookingtae (e2l, holiday au, 18+)

When you first meet Kim Taehyung, you’re determined to find every reason you can to hate him—or maybe he’s just looking for ways to get on your last nerve. But when a turn of events has the two of you working the wedding of the man you’re hopelessly in love with, you’re too late to realize the real reason to hate Kim Taehyung is because of the latest column he’s secretly writing: “Always the Bridesmaid, Never the Bride”, and it’s all about you.

JEON JUNGKOOK

* Take A Chance by @crystaljins (hanahaki au, coworker au)

You should have known the second your business partner asked you to plan his best friend’s wedding as a favour that it was going to be nothing but trouble. Especially when it turns out he’s in love with said best friend. And dying of a deadly disease because of it.

on the road (to you) by @cupofteaguk (f2l, road trip au)

as a young adult, one of the strangest revelations is the discovery that peers of yours from past fragile college years are getting married. so imagine your shock and excitement upon receiving a wedding invitation. there are, however, two problems: (1) you are a poor early-20s recently employed adult just beginning to adjust to your 401k plan, and (2) the only available ride to the wedding comes in the form of Jeon Jungkook—friend of a friend, attendee to that aforementioned wedding, and your old college crush. 

Sinful Lust by @oddinary4bts (ft. yoongi, threesome au, 18+)

in an attempt to spice up your bedroom life with your boyfriend Min Yoongi, you suggest bringing another man into the action. Yoongi seems reluctant at first, but when you mention his friend Jeon Jungkook, he can’t deny his attraction. All that’s left to do is to convince Jungkook into participating...

Accidental Roommates by @jjkeverlast (r2l, single dad au, 18+)

moving apartments is stressful and difficult enough as it is. all the planning and packing and multiple moments of rearranging furniture; all you crave is peace.

yet it seemed like peace was far within reach as the owner of the apartment had left out one tiny crucial detail from the ad — a ripped tattooed adonis, coupled, with a tiny baby daughter will come as your roommate.

Rivers Over Stones by @ichorai (e2l, godparents au, 18+)

you hated jungkook the minute you laid eyes on him. the only reason why he was still in your life was because you both shared a goddaughter, hana. but everything changed unexpectedly when the two of you become her caretakers and you’re forced to live under the same roof. suddenly, you find yourself hating him just a bit less. or more, but who’s keeping track?

* Ego by @suga-kookiemonster (s2l, fwb au, 18+)

what’s a girl to do when her sweet, innocent baby lab partner isn’t quite so sweet and innocent? well, he’s a grown-ass man, and you’re about to learn that the hard way.

🧸 given that a lot of authors are not active, please don't misuse their content! all rights reserved by the respective authors!!

— a bit of these have not been completed by me, leading to no feedback yet but i know these are good haha!

[i-am-baechu]

♡ Summary: Being nine months pregnant is not fun nor is it easy. What makes it harder is that you're married to a K-pop idol, Kim Namjoon. What happens if you go into labor and he's on a schedule? Chaos. 

♡ Rating: Pg - 14

♡ Genre: Established relationship; Namjoon x Wife! Reader, pregnancy, romance, fluff, and angst 

♡ Warnings: Giving birth (kind of) and difficulties of getting pregnant

Y/N pushed the covers off her bed and laid next to her husband, who was reading away his new book. She let out a small laugh as she pulled the covers over her big belly. The sudden noise made Namjoon look up and gave her a small smile, “Do you need help?” 

“No, I’m an independent woman.” 

“So, you don’t want me to rub your feet?

She pouted at this as Namjoon smirked at her, “No...I want that still.” 

“Just as I thought. How’s the baby?” 

“He’s doing great. Kicking me with all his might.” 

Namjoon frowned at this and pulled the covers off of her. He moved up her shirt to show off her roundness. He placed a gentle kiss and she watched with soft eyes, “Stop giving your mom a hard time. We want to meet you just as much as you want to meet us. Please be patient, baby.”

She ran her fingers through his hair as she tilted her head at the scene, “You know…we haven’t given him a name yet.”

“I thought we liked Dae-Hyun?”

“It’s good but I haven’t settled on it...I want a unique name or something that matches us.”

Namjoon placed another kiss on her stomach and pulled her shirt down. He leaned back into his pillows, “We’ll figure it out.” 

“Joon, I’m literally nine months pregnant. Time is ticking.” 

“For now, let’s go to bed. Stressing about it won’t do you good, if anything it will make you sick.”

She sighed, hating how he was always right, “Fine. Goodnight love.”

He smiled at this and leaned forward placing a kiss on the tip of her nose, “Goodnight love.” 

Y/N and Namjoon Kim have been together for nine years and married for two of those years. Y/N and Namjoon met by accident. Y/N was working at the cafe by the old Bighit building when they first met. He just turned nineteen and she was eighteen, the two had no idea that they would get married when he walked in that day. Namjoon and Yoongi came in looking for caffeine after a long night of practice. It was a long night for Namjoon because at the time he wasn’t that confident in his dancing and felt like he was holding the group back. Y/N noticed that he looked stressed and asked if he was alright, the rest was history. 

Y/N was there since the beginning of Bts and would play their music in the cafe whenever she had the chance. Namjoon would go into the small cafe every day to see her and the rest of the members picked up that he had a crush. Jimin and Hoseok were the ones that helped him to ask her out. She always knew they would get big because she believed in their talents and with her support, they did just that. 

In their sixth year of being together, Y/N and Namjoon were trying for a baby. They were newly engaged and thought it was time to have a baby. They were both healthy and financially stable, the only thing that was missing was a baby. After a year of trying, Y/N went to see a fertility specialist to see if there were any problems. Even though she was healthy, it was just taking a long time for the couple to conceive. She was upset about this but told Namjoon, whatever happens, happens. With help planning and scheduling thanks to the fertility specialist the two conceived. Now two years later, she is finally pregnant and married. 

Even though Namjoon was a husband and father, the world didn’t know that. He didn’t want the world to know about his life at home, he wanted privacy at the time. Y/N was sensitive and had health scares because of her pregnancy, he didn’t want to stress her out even more. It wasn’t until he was live on Weverse one day that he accidentally left the crib in his studio. It didn’t take long for Army to take notice and ask questions. He released a statement that he was married and having a child with his partner, saying sorry that he kept this hidden. It was a good reaction, something that shocked him. He wouldn’t show Y/N or his son’s face but he felt better that he could share this part of his life. 

“Noona are you okay?” 

Y/N smiled at Jungkook and nodded her head, “I’m okay, just fat.” 

Namjoon shook his head and walked up to her with a water bottle in his hand, “Baby, not fat. You have a human being in your stomach.”

She sighed and rubbed her stomach gently, “I know, I know.” 

Today she was watching the guys practice their dance for a video. The song was Run and it was fun to watch all of them dance together. The song was a high-energy song, something she wished she had. Namjoon wanted her to be with him at all times in case she gave birth, so she agreed to this. Her doctor told her walking is good for her and can even induce labor. 

She took the water bottle and took a sip. She was feeling nauseous all morning and Jin was the one that helped her to the chair. Namjoon was busy making a makeshift footstool for her. Yoongi handed her a piece of bread and frowned, “Are you sure you're okay?” 

“I’m okay, just pregnant.” 

Jimin smiled at this and looked at Jungkook with excitement, “Are you excited for the FIFA World Cup Kook?” 

Jungkook nodded but looked at Y/N with a frown, “Do you want me to go? I can change my mind on it.”

Y/N shook her head and gave him a small smile, “No, kook. You should go, you’ve taken care of me more than I can ask. I’ll be okay.”

Taehyung looked at Namjoon and frowned, “Don’t you have the trip to New York?”

Namjoon nodded and grabbed Y/N’s hand, “I didn’t want to go but Y/N told me I should go.”

“Of course I did. It’s for your album, babe. You need to go. Seokjin, Hoseok, and Yoongi will be there for me.” 

“Yah, what about me!?” 

She let out a small laugh and looked at Jimin, “I don’t think you can handle it.”

Namjoon sighed and shook his head, “I hate being away from you. I want to see everything and be involved.” 

“You can’t help it, that’s life babe. It will be okay no matter what. Just think that way, please.” 

“I guess...it’s not easy.”

“But it's necessary.” 

Hoseok kissed the top of her head and handed her another piece of bread, “We’ll take care of her Joon. Let’s get back to practicing.”

Namjoon stayed in his place while everyone left. He turned his head to look at her with a small smile, “I love you so much, Y/N.”

“I love you so much, Namjoon. It will be okay, as long as we're together, it will be okay.” 

“That’s the problem, I won’t be there.”

She sighed and shook her head, “You will be there. I have a ring on my hand and a phone that can doFacetime. It will be okay.” 

He let out a small laugh and quickly pecked her lips, “Whatever you say, love.” 

“Namjoon, get into position!” 

“Okay, Hyung! I love you.” 

“I love you more.” 

She watched him leave and she bit her lip. She was super nervous because she knew this would have happened but she couldn’t show Namjoon that was feeling super nervous. She knew how important his new album was and she wanted him to finish it since he's been working so hard on it. It will be okay...

･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･ ✩ ･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･

Namjoon was gone and Y/N was in their home not feeling the best. Every hour, Namjoon would call to check on her until Jin got annoyed and told him if he called one more time he was going to fly to New York to hit him. It’s only been three days since Namjoon left and she wasn’t feeling so good. She lied telling Namjoon that she was just super tired but Hoseok knew that was a lie. The moment Hoseok came in to check in on her, she was throwing up pure acid. She couldn’t eat anything nor could she stand up, it was really bad. Yoongi even tried getting her to eat bread but she didn’t even have the strength to eat it. 

Today it was Hoseok’s turn to watch her and she was glad that he was there. Today, she was feeling pain in her lower back and stomach. Her heating pad was doing its best to make her feel better. She was also constantly going back and forth to the bathroom but nothing was coming out. It was super frustrating. 

Hoseok handed her a banana and gave her a small smile, “Do you want some juice?” 

“Honestly, I don’t know what I want. No matter what I eat or drink, it makes me feel horrible, hobi.” 

He frowned at this and pushed some hair back from her forehead, “Remember what the doctor said, to get some walking. We can take a little walk to Namjoon's studio.” 

“It’s so hard though, hobi!”

“I know but it can help, okay.”  

She nodded her head and Hoseok gently helped her out of the bed. She felt like her stomach dropped but she couldn’t tell if her stomach didn’t agree with the bread or she had to go to the bathroom. She decided to keep walking to see if the feeling goes away. Hoseok held on to her tightly as she slowly walked into the hallway. It wasn’t until halfway she stopped and she let out a loud groan, “Y/N?” 

“Hoseok, I-I think my water just broke.” 

The silence hit him as he stood there with pure confusion, “Wh-What?” 

“We need to go now!” 

This was the fastest Hoseok has ever moved in his life. He grabbed the bag that she put together in her closet and grabbed some other things as Y/N sat in the chair breathing in and out. He grabbed his phone and dialed the dad as fast as he could, “Hoseok is-”

“Y/N’S WATER BROKE AND I’M GOING TO THE HOSPITAL!” 

“Wait...what?”

“NAMJOON, HER WATER BROKE! YOU NEED TO GET HERE AND FAST!” 

“OH SHIT! I-I’LL GET ON THE NEXT FLIGHT! CALL JIN AND YOONGI-HYUNG!”

“OKAY!” 

“HOSEOK! STOP FUCKING YELLING IN MY HOUSE AND TAKE ME TO THE HOSPITAL NOW!” 

Hoseok ended the call and put his phone in his pocket. He rushed towards Y/N and gently grabbed her hand, “Okay, we’ll go to the hospital. Namjoon is getting on the next plane and should be here tomorrow.” 

“That’s nice and all but I’m going to be mean, I really don’t care about that. Take this child out of me.” 

“O-Okay.” 

The trip to the hospital was hectic but Hoseok didn’t mind. His best friend is giving birth, he knew what he was getting himself into. He called everyone that was in Korea to head to the hospital, something Y/N wanted. Y/N sat in the room groaning in pain as the other members watched with hopeless looks.

Seokjin picked up a piece of ice and placed it in her mouth, “Anything from Namjoon?”

“No.” 

Y/N turned her head and stared at him with a scared look, “I’m not having this baby without him.”

“I-I know but listen Y/N-”

“No, you listen! I’m holding this baby-oh, shit.”

She gripped on the railing as tight as she could and Jin looked at Yoongi, “Go get the doctor.”

“No, I’m not-”

“Noona, if you have to give birth then you have to. It’s not healthy for you to keep him in.”

She frowned at Taehyung and looked at Yoongi. She gave him a small nod, “Go get the doctor.” 

Yoongi quickly made his way out of the room as Y/N started crying. Jimin grabbed her hand and started to rub her knuckles gently, “It’s okay. Noona, we’re here for you. We’ll call Namjoon.”

“Pro-Promise.”

“We promise noona.”

“Okay.”

･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･ ✩ ･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･

“Namjoon, it's okay.”

“No, it’s not, I missed my son getting delivered.”

“About that-”

Before Yoongi could finish his sentence, Namjoon opened his door to see Y/N holding their son. He smiled at this and dropped his bag in the corner. He quickly made his way as Y/N looked up at him with her tired eyes, “Joonie.”

“I’m sorry baby, the plane-”

“I don’t care about that, Meet our daughter.”

“Da-Daughter?”

Y/N gently moved the blanket around her face and Namjoon felt his heart get heavy. She was so small and fragile, her little eyelashes going in different directions. Her plump lips matched his and her nose matched Y/N’s, the perfect combination of the two. He gently touched her cheek and let a tear escape, “She’s so cute. What’s her name?”

“Su-jin.”

“Perfect.”

[burning-thistles-bt]

Hi! First of all, love the AU and fic, I've been keeping up with it for about a year now and I love seeing new updates on it! Secondly, I was wondering two things... #1. Is Adderfang still Thistlestar's mentor in this AU? I don't believe we ever saw much of their Mentor-Apprentice relation in the fic if it existed, (likely because Adderfang hates Thistlestar so much xD) what was that like? Do you think Adderfang's reaction being so extreme was not only because he loves his daughter, but also because he felt betrayed at his former apprentice's actions? and #2. In Leopardstar's honor, a timeline is given for Mosspelt's pregnancy and relationship with Frogleap, and through another wonderful oversight by the Erins, Mosspelt apparently was pregnant while she was still an apprentice, from Frogleap, a cat who was ~4 years old. She gave birth around the same age as Spottedleaf had the Firesibs! I know that the BT timeline is a bit altered from canon, and that the fic pre-dates some later retcons from the series, like Volewhisper surviving. Is Frogleap having a predatory relationship with Mosspaw/pelt a thing that happened in BT? If so, what was that like for Mosspelt? Did she ever get any support in her hardships? did Dawnflower join the rebels out of a disdain for Thistlestar, knowing he has done terrible things like her father did as well? Anyways, that's about all. Sorry for such a long message! Thanks for putting so much time into your work and making such a great fic, and for taking the time to read my questions!!

yes Adderfang is still Thistlestar's mentor! i don't believe if it was ever mentioned in the fic or any one-shots, but he is lol. Adderfang's reaction was so extreme because Spottedpaw was his Precious Baby Girl and he very abruptly realized during the reveal how awful it was that someone in a position of power was getting with an apprentice (he would not have been so aggressive if this was a situation with a different apprentice and warrior---for example, Whitepaw and Goldenflower, or something. he cared and got protectively angry so much because it was his own daughter affected). the fact that Thistlestar was his own apprentice honestly didn't even cross his mind until it was over, and then it was just a very angry thought process of "i never taught him to be like that! (did i teach him to be like that?)" (yes, he taught him to be like that---not a predator, but he taught, unintentionally, Thistlestar to be more aggressive. remember, Adderfang was a part of Thistleclaw's groups that attacked kittypets for no reason.)

in BT canon, Mosspelt and Frogleap's relationship isn't touched upon much because I didn't realize how young Mosspelt was and also I'm not sure how much their age gap changes with the condensed timeline in BT lol. But! But! There are always hidden inappropriate relationships in the background (like, WillowTawny, although that's not really in the bg, but compared to SpottedThistle, GrassThistle, and DawnFinch, its not as prominent. also ShadeThistle is a bg bad-relationship. and i believe Cloudrunner x Morningflower would be one too, and there's definitely more. and future ones, like Snowbird x Scorchfur), so I do think Frog and Moss could be as it is in accidentally implied canon, where Frog groomed Moss. after all, most of RiverClan was pretty accepting of Thistle getting with Grass, weren't they? well, in general, it is---or was---unfortunately an acceptable part of clan culture. I do think that there is a multitude here; I think Frogleap is not as manipulative as Thistlestar, and cared more genuinely about Mosspelt and her emotions. While that does not make what he did okay AT ALL, I think Mosspelt did not experience as much negative emotions about the situation, and she doesn't perceive herself as being preyed upon. There are real life relationships like this, and they're definitely not ideal, and there's issues, but sometimes it just works out like that. i think there might have been issues down the line though, if Frogleap had survived, and Mosspelt had grown more as a person and developed differences in her personality than to how she was as an apprentice/young warrior. I'm getting "they died a happy couple, but if he had lived, she would have grown up and become more independent and he'd get upset at the changes, and then she'd divorce him" vibes

Dawnflower was one of Thistlestar's victims! it's mentioned a few times in passing that Thistlestar would 'go on patrol' with Dawnpaw, or look at Dawnpaw. actually, most young she-cats in RiverClan (Silverstream, Grasswhisker, Vixenleap, Shadepelt, Dawnflower, Primroseleaf, Feathertail, etc.) experienced some level of "creepiness" with Thistlestar. Dawnpaw/flower was one of the ones that Thistlestar would definitely say a bunch of weird shit to and touch her, but they never did anything past that. still, Dawnflower was scared shitless by him and terrified he'd do something she didn't want to him. she also just hated how aggressive/annoying Thistle and Lightning's rule was, so she left the instant she had an out (LeopardClan), though she was also really scared to leave her family/home behind, and worried for her siblings/friends. Dawnflower also definitely thinks of Frogleap (her dad) as a good warrior, and has no idea his and Mosspelt's relationship would have been similar to what she was experiencing (though, again, Mosspelt viewed Frogleap's attention as a much more positive thing, sort of like how Spottedleaf did with Thistlestar at the beginning. Meanwhile, Dawnflower was just always scared of his attention)

it's interesting, definitely, that Mosspelt stood against Thistlestar and what he'd done, yet never saw that she was victim to something similar too... though, to be fair, she joined LeopardClan because she supported Leopardfur as a close friend (through Frogleap) and knew Leopardfur was being unjustly accused, not necessarily out of a hatred of Thistlestar himself. much to think about...

[foxymoxynoona]

I totally want grace and jk to have an accidental pregnancy that becomes the real beginning of their love story……….

I'm getting soooo many comments like this 😂😂 Only time will tell!

Unrelated, I had this dream once to write a "dad" story for each of the BTS guys. I've done Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung (Amended, After the Applause, Spoilers), and sort of Yoongi even though his is vignettes instead of a long main story, I think that counts. I already know what I'd do for Seokjin, so Hoseok and Namjoon are left. Regardless of what i do for poolboy, accidental pregnancy for one of them would be juicy juicy and I know which of the two I think would have a much harder time dealing with that LOL

[btssavedmylifeblr]

Speaking of pregnancy/postpartum - any recommendations for shows/media to binge? I gave birth 4 weeks ago (which is insane because how TF did time fly so fast? He's growing too quick! 😭) I've been binging a couple random shows but nothing all that captivating. What did you watch/do during those midnight feedings?

Congratulations!!!

Let's see, what did I watch then...? it's all a bit of a blur. Unfortunately, most BTS and kdrama content was too much for me then because I had to also be watching the baby/fiddling with nursing and bottles and breast pumps and such while watching.

It was mostly light-hearted romance. I think Bridgerton and Outlander both featured heavily in my rotation. For All Mankind is a great show if you like space stuff.

I'm currently watching Manhunt on Apple TV which is great but I wouldn't recommend it for postpartum because it features a dead child subplot that I would not have been able to handle at that stage. TVs show need a dead babies warning for expectant and new moms, haha. I remember accidentally watching a nature documentary when I was 4 weeks postpartum where a baby elephant dies because its mom is starving and can't make enough milk. I cried for days about that poor baby elephant.

[dearweirdme]

The idols that have had their careers truly affected by relationships are the ones who had to get married because of an accidental pregnancy or idols who dated when they were forbidden by their company or like HyunA and Dawn who were kicked out of their original company for dating each other because the company said they lied about it but ppl think it was more than that. Tae and Jennie were never going to have their careers ended for dating each other Jennie has already had multiple relationships revealed and actually this thing with Tae is good for her no matter how much some Blinks cry about it because her connection to Tae and BTS get her and BP so much more attention and Tae’s reputation as a nice guy and him being one of the best looking men around makes ppl envious of her and I know that’s part of the reason they want to use him.

Jennie I think the most damage that could be done has already been done it won’t get any worse and especially for Tae because I think his reputation after 10 years was enough to endure the original rumors when this started about infidelity and stuff like that. Jennie has her own problems because her reputation in SK and some other parts of Asia was already not that good because of her attitude and what’s seen as her laziness and then that show came with all those problems and that didn’t help.

Anyway back to the main point which is their careers weren’t going to be ruined if they were really dating and wanted to keep it moving they could’ve done what many Korean celebrities have been doing recently when they get caught dating and released a short statement admitting it and all of this would be over there’s no reason to try to get caught they don’t need fan approval and actually if they would’ve addressed this definitively when it started at this point nobody would be talking about it but instead of doing that the companies have allowed it to continue so my conclusion is that it’s media play.

Hi anon!

If they wanted to be public all they had to do was push through the initial shock a bit, be actually seen together more, and most of the drama would have already been over. Some people will never stop hating, but the majority would’ve already moved on.

[raplinesmoon]

원샷! (One-shot!) - MYG x F!Reader

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pairing: Doctor!Yoongi x Doctor!Reader genre(s): crack, fluff, brief smut au(s): medical AU, idiots-to-lovers (not quite yet) word count: 3.1k warnings: cynical Yoongi, hospital talk, artificial insemination and pregnancy, sperm for insemnation switched without readers’ knowledge/consent, Yoongi has no filter, 20,000 different ways to say sperm, unhinged behaviour from OC and Yoongi, probably HIPAA non-compliance, intoxication, marijuana use, an almost-kiss, did I mention they're idiots (affectionate), mentions divorce (OC's parents), bi-panic from Yoongi, implied masturbation (m) rating: 18+

summary: Yoongi's friendship with you is the one bright spot in his life. So when you tell him you're ready to have a baby, he thinks this will finally be his shot to take your friendship to the next level. Cue a few shots of soju, and one insemination party, and Yoongi suddenly has a huge problem on his hands.

a/n: Old rom-coms (aka pre-2012) are the best. I was rewatching The Switch the other day and felt a burst of inspo to write this cute little au! This will probably be a oneshot (get it?) for now, but never say never! I hope you enjoy!

disclaimer: I do not own, or have any affiliation with BTS. Any similarity between the version of the idol(s) mentioned and portrayed here and their real life counterparts is purely coincidental, and does not represent the thoughts and opinions of said idol(s). Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios. This specific fic is based on the 2010 movie The Switch, which contains sensitive themes relating to accidental artificial insemnation, consent, and pregnancy. Please do your research before engaging with this fic, as these themes may not be for everyone.

In his somewhat short career of practicing medicine, Yoongi had become an expert people-watcher, you could say. For instance, he’d been privy to the same morning commute as hundreds of other strangers in the city for the past five or so years. In fact, he was so used to seeing their faces that they didn’t seem like strangers at all. There was the old man who rode in the same car he did, always clutching what seemed to be a bouquet of flowers or a baked good. Maybe it was for his wife. Or his mistress. 

Yoongi puckers his lips sourly at the unsavory thought, shuddering at how cynical he’d become. Instead, he turns his attention to the girl sitting in the corner. She had to be in middle school, he thought. Only middle school could put that despondent look on the face of someone so young. Maybe she’d been jilted by a crush. Or more likely, she’d gotten a B on her math test and was about to walk into a lecture from her parents the moment she came home from school today. Yoongi knew the feeling all too well.

You see, it was Yoongi's job to be in the business of people. Being a doctor meant that he dealt with people all day long. They flitted in and out of his life like the flies that buzzed past his ears every time he entered the subway. And he always surprised himself with how much he could learn about them in a single meeting, or before they even walked into the room. 

Which is why nothing could have prepared him for what awaited him when he walked into the hospital cafeteria that morning. Sweat streamed down his back in rivulets from the summer heat, drenching his scrubs. And yet, he still insisted on grabbing a piping cup of black coffee from the drinks counter.

“It keeps me awake for longer,” he grumbled when the man at the checkout counter shot him a quizzical look.

His eyes scan the crowded array of chairs and tables outside the café, looking for the one person who could perk up the start to another grueling work day, even more than his cup of coffee was capable of. 

You wave to him enthusiastically from the crowd, bouncing up and down like a child waiting for a lollipop. It was probably from all the kids you hung around with all day. Peds was no joke, and Yoongi admired your ability to keep a bright, starry-eyed attitude when his own stomach turned at the thought of sick children.

“Please don’t tell me you saw another man with flowers who might be cheating on his wife,” you raise an eyebrow at the scowl on his face as he approaches the table. “Either that or today’s the day you finally regret not getting an iced coffee.”

Running a hand through his hair, he sighs, annoyed yet also mildly amused by your teasing.

“I told you, it–”

“It keeps you awake for longer, I know, I know,” you beam at him.

“It’s actually neither of those things,” he groans. “Today it was the old lady in the elevator who asked me what year of high school I was in.”

“That’s what you get for having a stupidly perfect face,” you quip, waving your fork at him. “You know Seungkwan from Derm would freak if he knew you only washed your face with bar soap?!”

Although you chuckle at your own joke, Yoongi can’t help the way his heart twists at your words, resisting the heat that rises to his cheeks when you compliment his face. But before he can think about it too long, he falters, noticing that your attention is buried deep within your pile of scrambled eggs, and you’re unable to look him in the eyes.

“You know, Seungkwan from Derm would also tell you that frowning causes premature wrinkles, ___,” Yoongi responds, and you lift your head up, eyebrows furrowed in worry. His hand twitches, and he fights the urge to reach out and squeeze your hand to reassure you everything will be alright.

You finally reach into your bag, pulling out a piece of paper.

“Look at these labs,” you push the paper towards him. “What do they say to you?”

Yoongi stares intently at the paper, trying to piece together this patient’s story, despite you failing to provide any helpful demographic information.

“Iron count, a full blood panel, HcG, any infectious diseases, genetic markers—” Yoongi pauses when he realizes. “You’ve got a pregnant kid on your hands?”

The paper is snatched from his hands before he can finish, your face redder than a tomato.

“No silly, it’s not a kid. I-it’s me. Those are my levels. Do you think they look okay?”

Yoongi can’t prevent his jaw from dropping wide open. He’s sure he must look like an idiot, staring blankly while you blink your eyes, waiting for him to respond.

“You’re having a baby?” he chokes out. The sick, twisty feeling in his stomach has returned, only this time it's a thousand times worse.

“Not yet. But I’m trying,” you admit sheepishly, avoiding eye contact.

“So what, you want me to have sex with you?” Yoongi blurts out before he can stop himself, and he immediately sees you freeze. Sometimes he really hated that he had no filter when it came to his thoughts. That, combined with the fact that he’d had a crush on you since you nearly knocked him over with your Heelies during his first week of work, and Yoongi had found himself in a sticky situation more often than not.

“No!” you immediately blurt out, growing more flustered when Yoongi frowns. “Not that, I mean–, that’s totally beside the point, completely irrelevant to my clinical question, I, I– I’m using a sperm donor okay!”

For the second time in a matter of minutes, you’ve rendered Yoongi completely speechless.

“Is this about Kihyun?” he finally asks. “Or Doyoung? You know, I know you haven’t had the best track record with relationships in the past, but jumping into having a baby with a random guy is definitely not the solution!”

“It’s not about them!” you sputter, unable to stop your voice from rising. “It’s about me, okay! My choice to be an independent woman, raising a child, who doesn’t need a man to help her at all! I get paid well, I have all the resources I could dream of, a strong support system. My life is in session!”

Yoongi has to bite back at chuckle at you quoting one of the various hospital brochures that decorated every reception desk and spare table. 

“So are you gonna help me find some jizz, or not?!” you finish, only to look around and realize nearly a dozen pairs of eyes are on you. Perhaps you’d said that last part a little too loudly.

“I-, I gotta go,” you whisper, slinging your bag over your shoulder and running as fast as you can out of the cafeteria, leaving a wistful Yoongi to ponder over the fact that you hadn’t even bothered to finish your breakfast.

You might have thought that breakfast was the end of your baby-making discussion, but judging by the way Yoongi cornered you immediately during the mid-afternoon patient lull, it seemed he hadn't.

“So you’re looking for, uh, semen,” he says, mortified when the charge nurse on your floor whips her head around to glare at him. He pulls you into an alcove by the windows, immediately realizing what a wrong move that was when he can smell the strawberry shampoo you’d used this morning, or count each one of your long eyelashes.

“What’s wrong with mine?” he asks innocently, before realizing he’d messed up yet again. The uncomfortable look on your face tells him as much.

“Listen, Yoongi, I’m sure you have great sperm, killer sperm even. Not in a murder-y way, you know, but like in a Darwinian kinda way. But we’re best friends, wouldn’t that be weird?”

“We don’t have to have sex, you know. I could just nut in a cup and hand it to you. I mean we’ve literally cleaned vomit off each other, how weird could this be?”

A strangled giggle erupts from your throat, and you’re bouncing on the balls of your feet. Yoongi knows you well enough to know your untapped anxiety is preventing you from saying what you really want.

“Okay, spit it out ___.”

“Well, no offense, Yoongi, but you’re kind of neurotic. And not to mention a little pessimistic, maybe even nihilistic…”

“Damn, ___. You could have just said you didn’t want my swimmers. No need to hit a man where it hurts.”

You smile, fondly recalling the time you two played for the hospital basketball team, only for Yoongi to suspend you when your pass had gone awry and smacked him straight in the balls.

“Oh please, you recovered just fine. And we still won the championship that year against the nurses.”

The smile Yoongi forces out of him is no match for the way his heart is breaking underneath. But he looks at you, eyes sparkling and so excited about the prospect of having a baby, and immediately sets his own feelings aside. He could do this. He was your best friend, and as your best friend, your happiness was his number one priority. 

“Okay, I’ll help.”

“Thank you thank you thank you!” you crush him in a too-tight hug, his arms wrapping around you stiffly, before melting into it. Normally he would have pushed anyone else off by now, but you’d always been his exception to every rule he’d ever set for himself.

“So, what do you think about Hoseok from Finance?”

Yoongi freezes at the mention of the happy-go-lucky man with the heart-shaped smile and how he could immediately charm the pants off of anyone within his vicinity.

“Absolutely not,” he grumbles, walking away.

“Oh come on, why not? He has great fashion sense, can pull off any hair color, the nurses say he can dance well… Yoongi, YOONGI!”

After a tumultuous few months, which involved a rather precarious incident in which Yoongi had nearly gotten fired when he locked Taehyung, a cardiology fellow, in the bathroom after he’d gotten a bit too handsy with you at a party, Yoongi opens his apartment door one Saturday morning to find a comically large pink envelope on the outside.

The dozens of sperm-shaped balloons that fall out of the card have him jolting in surprise, and he looks up to find his across-the-hall neighbours, a mom and her daughter, staring at him dumbfoundedly, before swiftly slamming their door shut in his face.

I’m Getting Pregnant… And You’re Invited, the garish pink letters on the invitation read, and Yoongi wants to tell the stupid card to go shove all the balloons up its ass when he realizes in horror that you’d finally decided on someone. Without him.

Standing in the hallway with the huge mess around him, Yoongi wonders how despite changing people’s lives every day, he’d always managed to fall behind when it came to his own.

. . .

The obnoxious EDM bumping in your apartment is enough to make Yoongi’s ears bleed. Tugging at his hoodie, his eyes scan the crowd of people, recognizing more than a few people from the hospital. Frowning, he tries to run each one of them through his mind, wondering if you’d gone with Hoseok from Finance after all.

“Dr. Min!” Yoongi nearly chokes on his drink when Jimin from HR comes up to him, landing him a good-natured slap on the back. “You made it!”

“What the hell are you doing here, Jimin?” Yoongi deadpans. “Shouldn’t you be reporting this shit? I thought all this was supposed to be protected under HIPAA!”

“We’re all HIPAA-compliant here, Yoongi, except you,” Jimin chortles, before smirking at him. “Don’t think I don’t know that you’re the only one in your department who hasn’t submitted their training modules yet.”

“I-, I’ve been busy! You know, actually taking care of patients and stuff.” Yoongi knows Jimin is joking, but somehow still feels the need to defend himself. 

“I’m sensing some negative energy from you, Yoongi,” Jimin drawls, and Yoongi is sure he has to be drunk, waving what looks like a turkey baster in his face. “This is ___’s moment! We should all be happy for her!”

“Oh I’m sooo happy,” Yoongi grumbles, disappearing into the crowd to look for you.

“Dr. Min!” another voice calls out to him. “Wanna take a hit?”

Yoongi turns to see Jungkook, one of the medical students rotating in his unit, offering him a lit joint.

“Put that damn thing away, Jeon!” Yoongi scolds him, before backtracking. “On second thought, gimme that.”

All Jungkook can do is blink in surprise when Yoongi takes a drag of the joint, immediately feeling his irate energy subside just a tiny bit. Still, he was antsy. Where were you?

Yoongi takes another few hits, downs a few shots of soju and he’s overcome with the munchies. Reaching for the hummus and pita chips, he groans when the dip plops down, staining his pristine white hoodie. 

“Here, let me help you with that,” another disembodied voice calls out to him. Yoongi looks up at the sound, and is immediately taken aback.

Yoongi’s sure he’d never seen this dude at the hospital before. He was like, freakishly pretty. Tall, with dark hair and broad shoulders, and pink lips. He blinks, trying not to panic at the attractive man swiping the stain off his shirt.

“Yoongi!” you appear out of nowhere, wrapping him in another crushing hug. “I see you’ve met Seokjin.”

“I’m the donor,” the man called Seokjin reaches a hand out for him to shake, offering a blinding smile.

Fuck. Of course this stupidly attractive man was your sperm donor. Of course you’d want to have his baby. He was literally perfect. You probably had a crush on him. Hell, Yoongi kind of had a crush on him. 

“I’m gonna grab another drink,” you drunkenly lean on Yoongi for support. “You two have fun talking though!”

“___’s great,” Seokjin grins. “Super nice. Pretty hot too.”

“Why are you doing this?” Yoongi interjects bluntly. “I mean no offense, a guy like you, you could probably have anyone.”

“Ahh yeah,” Seokjin ruffles his hair, and Yoongi grits his teeth at how he still manages to look perfect doing that. “Money’s tight these days. A PhD in astrophysics at Harvard doesn’t exactly come cheap.”

Before Yoongi can make another smart comment, Seokjin is whisked away by Jimin and Hoseok from finance, the men slapping him on the back, hollering that it’s time to do the deed. He sees you disappear into your own room nervously, and can’t help himself from following you.

“Everything okay, ___?”

“NO!” you’re nearly bouncing off the walls. And there’s no kids to entertain in sight. “I’m freaking out!”

Yoongi’s next to you in seconds, taking you in his arms and letting your head lean against his shoulder. He’d discovered how much it calmed you down after one drunken night out where you’d basically recalled your childhood trauma from your parents’ divorce.

“Do you think I’m crazy, Yoongi? I want this so bad, but maybe this is the wrong way to go about it.”

“I think you want a family, ___. There’s nothing wrong with that. And I’ll be here every step of the way. Uncle Yoongi to the rescue.”

You giggle at his words, a dazed look in his eyes.

“You do act like a total dad.”

There’s a brief pause, silence falling in between you two. Your eyes peer into Yoongi’s and for a moment, he could swear you lean in, the shiny pink gloss on your lips sparkling in the dim light—-

Only to be interrupted by Jungkook bursting into the room, grabbing your hand and telling you its finally time.

One shot, Yoongi had promised himself. Only now he’s ten shots of soju deep and hiding in the fucking bathroom while the party rages on outside. The colors on the wall blend into each other, and Yoongi’s head throbs trying to figure out what he’s looking at. He smiles to himself when he sees its your meticulous pregnancy planning chart, filled with labs and calendars and lists of medications.

Lifting himself up off the floor, he stumbles, bracing himself against the toilet. He was about to hurl. In his stupor he hears something clatter, off to the side.

“Is someone in there?” the nervous voice of Kim Namjoon, one of the hospital’s talented surgeons, calls out from the other end. “I have to pee!”

Namjoon’s voice breaks Yoongi out of his daze, and he looks at the object lying on the floor.

Cum. A whole bucket’s worth of it, it looked like. The creamy white substance now lies swirling in your toilet bowl, and he feels his heart drop to his ass when he realizes it’s Seokjin’s. Oh fuck! It was Seokjin’s sample. Aka the sample you were supposed to shoot up in mere moments, to have the baby you’d been dreaming of for so long.

Yoongi tugs at his hair, wanting to scream at himself for ruining your plans, all because of his own stupidity. You’d be so mad at him. You’d probably yell at him in front of the entire hospital, hands on your hips, and your face would go all red.

He’s horrified when his dick twitches to life at the image of you cursing him out. How was it his fault that you were so hot and he was idiotically attracted to you?

A lightbulb goes off in his head, and Yoongi looks down again, caught in a face-off with Min. Jr. This was a very big problem with a very simple solution.

The pounding in his head continues as Yoongi drops his pants, getting right to work.

. . .

Thankfully, Yoongi doesn’t remember much about the night of your party. He thinks it’s a blessing, at least until you pounce on him in the hospital cafeteria a couple of weeks later.

Something about you is different, he thinks. You’d always been pretty but now you’re stunning, practically glowing from the inside out. He wonders if it has anything to do with stupidly handsome Seokjin when you tap him on the shoulder.

“It worked!” you blurt out, grinning from ear to ear. “I’m pregnant!”

Suddenly, it all comes back to Yoongi. His jealousy over Seokjin, the two of you nearly kissing in your room, the cup spilling into the toilet, the way Yoongi came with your name on his lips.

Shit.

A/N pt. 2: Thanks for reading! As always, any feedback or comments are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. Lots of love, Isi 💜

[fanficsimp7]

BTS Fanfics

These fics aren’t rlly about a specific ship, it’s more like everyone/everyone or “general” aka not romantic. That’s why I just titled it “bts fanfics”

Summary:

The new manager has an unknown vendetta against Taehyung. Behind the backs of the other members, Taehyung is suffering from verbal and physical abuse from their manager that is taking a toll on his mind and body. Will the others be able to help him before it is too late?

Please check the tags before reading.

‼️ ^ Major TW for this one, check the tags

Summary:

Three short stories in which the boys argue and make up.

AKA Jin scolds Jungkook, Jimin loses his temper with Namjoon, and Yoongi snaps at Taehyung.

Or AKA Jin wipes away his maknae's tears, Jimin cuddles up with Namjoon, and Taehyung gets crushed in a group hug.

Summary:

Namjoon and Seokjin had an nontraditional start to their family. With Seokjin falling pregnant shortly after Namjoon graduated high school, the couple quickly mated and the omega ended up making the decision to drop out of college to take care of their pup so Namjoon could have the chance to pursue his dream of becoming a top music producer. Now six years and two more pups later, Seokjin and Namjoon have agreed that their family is complete, and now the omega is just waiting for their youngest pup to start school so he can return to college and pursue his own dreams, only for an unplanned pregnancy to throw everything off track again.

Yoongi and Jimin mated shortly after Yoongi graduated from college, the omega accidentally falling pregnant during their mating ceremony. After the surprise pup, the couple became very careful not to fall pregnant again until they were both secure in their careers and new they had the time and finances to raise a second pup. Now their pup is three, Yoongi is one of the most famous producers in Korea, and Jimin co owns his own dance studio, so they decide to start trying again, becoming lucky on their first try.

Taehyung and Jungkook pined after each other all throughout their teen years, finally confessing to each other in college. Jungkook wanted to wait to mate until he knew he could properly provide for his omega, so Taehyung waited patiently with him. Now two months into being mated, Taehyung's due for a heat, and both of them are eager to start trying for a pup of their own. When he does fall pregnant, the reality of what being a parent means finally hits them.

Hoseok is a proud omega who has never had any interest in mating or having pups. He doesn't even keep alphas around for very long, but is always very careful not to accidentally fall pregnant. One day, his birth control fails him and he ends up living what he's always seen as his worst nightmare.

Follow these seven friends as they try to navigate the rollercoaster that is pregnancy and parenthood.

Summary:

Jungkook prided himself on his ability to fuck for hours on end. He had great stamina—something you kinda need to have when you have six boyfriends, three of which happen to be needy little subs who are always cock hungry—but as great as his stamina was, even he could hardly handle Taehyung when he was in this type of mood.

Summary:

After running away together, Omega Jimin and Omega Taehyung find themselves tangled up in a relationship with 5 handsome alphas. It's only inevitable that they will face ups and downs everywhere they turn. After all, they are only just two small omegas in a very big world. But luckily for them, they're not alone anylonger.

Let's find out what the 7 of them get up to shall we...

(A story filled with humourous fluff, steamy smut, and a teeny weeny bit of angst so grab your tissues-)

Summary:

Seokjin is a Beta.

He had everyone convinced of that lie — including himself sometimes, when he wasn’t dry-swallowing heat suppressant pills and dousing his body in scent neutralizers — since the very beginning of the group's career as idols. That meant he was a part of the pack, sure, but had no involvement in pack dynamics or their mating cycles.

There were very specific rules he can never ever break in order to keep everything that way, though, and falling desperately in love with his pack’s only Omega was on the tippy top of that list.

Summary:

According to an old law:

‘An Alpha is entirely responsible for an Omega once the Omega is lawfully owned by said Alpha.’

‘An Omega can be owned by being bought at either an auction, or when collared (the act of placing a collar around the Omega’s neck which cannot be removed by the Omega)’

The new law states:

‘Omega’s from now on are free and cannot be owned.’

'The selling, auctioning, and collaring of Omega’s is forbidden. This applies to all Omega’s. Including those that have been sold or collared before this law came into action.’

Since it is now illegal to collar Omega’s, a lot of ‘Omega liberation fronts’ have sprung into action to free those who were collared in the past.

And it is on this day,

that Seokjin and Namjoon free one of the last remaining collard Omegas, to give them a safe home and a bright future.

But to get to that story we need to know how it all started.

Summary:

Taehyung uses Jungkook's scent to hide the fact that he's about to go into heat. But he isn't as clever as he thinks.

Summary:

Taehyung is the only omega in his pack, cherished and taken care of.

Omegas are rare yet make up for it with their amazing ability to produce hundreds if not thousands of children in their lifetime.

Taehyung fulfils his duty in a simple way: anyone can fuck him whenever they wish.

[ace-angel-judas]

Some bts pregnancy facts?

While Rosalie was pregnant, Jin got Couvade Syndrome. He had morning sickness the same as her and also couldn't sleep. This happened with all their pregnancies.

Namjoon and Baillie weren't going to have kids, it just wasn't for them but they accidentally got pregnant with Carlos. Which they do not regret in the slightest, they actually were really happy to have a baby?

Kyra gave birth to Jack early, his birthday is actually the day that Kyra was supposed to have her baby shower.

Minnie was the smallest baby while Carlos was the biggest baby.

Yuki and Jimin's twins were actually born in Japan, they're the only kids who have a dual-citizenship in the group.

[logan-doesnt-like-you]

Ari made sure to lap up every single drop of Theo's release before moving up to kiss him again when he begged to be fucked, completely unaware that he was currently in labor. "I promise Mommy's gonna make you feel so good." She groans against his lips, waving her hand to produce a condom from thin air and slipping it on. Theo was already in the late stages of pregnancy but Ari didn't want to take any chances and have her soulmates kill her for accidentally getting him pregnant again. She slipped inside of him with a moan, allowing him time to adjust before she started to fuck into him, spreading his legs as far as she could with the baby bump in the equation.

Logan felt the contractions through his bond with Theo, looking at his husband with concern but saw that the pleasure was outweighing the pain for his better half so he didn't stop what was happening in front of him. He continued to record as he stroked his cock faster at the sight of Theo being fucked senseless bt Ariana. He heard Jade moan beside of him and knew his childhood friend was enjoying the show just as much as he was.

Platonic loving!!!

It was a random day where Theo and his husband Logan were getting settled into their new home, along with spending some time with Logan’s platonic and her girlfriend Jade. He was bored, horny and wanted to have a little fun to tease Logan and their friends so he put on a red crotchless bodysuit, exposing his curvy ass and dripping pussy as he made his way to where they were. He felt the eyes of all three as he smirked and walked over to one of the boxes, purposefully bending over. “Yall like what you see?”

[girl8890]

BTS reacting to their s/o being pregnant

BTS x Pregnant!Reader

{ BTS Master List }

Summary: Just a HC of how each of the BTS members would react to getting their S/O pregnant, accidentally.

Warnings: FLUFF!!!!, Emotional reader, Pregnancy hormones, Pregnant reader, Mentions of past sexual encounters, Accidental pregnancy, Implied unprotected sex (wrap it up kids!), Mentions of abortion.

Rated: V

Translations: Jagi ; short for Jagiya (Honey or Baby), Naekkeo (Mine or My Sweetheart)

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

Jin

He would be shocked, to say the least.

Jin has always been so careful when you were together intimately, so hearing that you’re pregnant was definitely a surprise.

He would stare at you with his lips slightly parted. Eyes not moving away from your own.

You would eventually have to weave your hand in front of his face. Waking him up from whatever daydreams - or day-nightmares - he was having.

Jin would blink a couple times but keep his eyes trained on you.

“Y-your pregnant?”

“Mhmm... Three months, actually.”

You would bite your lip out of nervousness or fear. Scared about what Jin is going to say since he’s so unpredictable.

Jin’s eyes would slowly go from your eyes down your form until they hit your stomach. Seeing the slight bump that you wouldn’t realize unless you looked up close.

He would hesitantly put his hand up in front of it, then just before he touches it, looks up at it for permission.

“Can I...?”

Your eyes would go wide for a second, but then you would hesitantly nod your head.

Jin would place his hand on the curve of your belly, waiting to feel the kick.

”I’m going to be a father,” And he would say it with a smile on his face.

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Suga

"Is it mine?"

You would look at Yoongi with the dirtiest look you could muster.

"This is no time to be an asshole, Yoon's. Did you hear what I said?"

You knew Yoongi was joking because even though his face was blank and he was acting so chill about the situation, he knew you would never cheat on him.

He would roll his eyes at you and then stare at your stomach. Showing the baby bump you've produced so quickly.

"It's an understandable question," He would whisper.

You would watch his face go from blank to cautious. Him breaking down his walls to show more emotion.

"Yes, I guess it is an understandable question. But we both know that's not the question you want to ask."

His eyes would never leave your stomach.

You could see in his eyes that he was scared of becoming a father. Frightened, both your unborn child was going to go through the same struggles he did as a kid.

You would scoot yourself closer to him on the bed, and that's when his eyes would finally look back to your face. You getting into his personal space, making him look up at you.

You'll wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close to you even if he's hesitant at first to get close to you.

You would slowly pick up his hand and place it on your stomach. His eyes will widen, but you don't miss the small smile spread on his face when he feels the baby move inside you.

"You're going to be an amazing father, Yoongi."

And you bet your ass he's going to try to be.

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J-Hope

Same as Jin, he would stare at you with utter shock.

“Your pregnant?”

You nod your head.

“With my baby?”

You nod your head again and feel your emotions go on overdrive. You blame the hormones, but by the way Hoseok is looking at you, you're not sure how you’re genuinely feeling.

His shocked face isn’t a very reassuring one.

You sniffle and wipe your tears with your sleeve, and the sounds of your weeping will sober Hoseok up quickly.

“Oh, Jagi~”

He would coo you while holding you in his arms. Trying to calm your emotional outburst.

“I-I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about. I’m actually... excited.”

You would look at him now, shocked, and see the biggest smile on his face.

“W-wait.” You would wipe your tears again. “Your not mad?”

His eyebrows would furrow at your question. Never having his adoring smile leave his face.

“No! I mean... it takes two to tango, after all. And we’ve definitely tanged a lot.” He would wiggle his eyebrows at you, trying to make you laugh at his joke.

Which you did.

“So, I would never be mad at you for this. I want this baby, and we’re going to give this little peach all the love in the world.”

“A peach?”

“Yeah! Or, a potato. How big are they now?”

You would laugh at every one of his jokes and feel as each second passed, you get just as excited to be a parent with the love of your life.

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RM

Honestly, Namjoon would instantly smile.

Yeah, there would be a second of shock, but he would sober up quickly and be filled with joy.

It was never planned or talked about, really, about you two having a child right now.

In the future context, though, yes. Namjoon especially always wanted to have a baby with you. Always thinking about the future and a child having with the person he loved.

"Your pregnant! How many weeks or months? Are you feeling alright? Did you go to the doctors?"

He would rattle questions, and each one asked, he would inch closer to you. So excited about the prospect of becoming a father.

"Wait… your not scared or mad?"

Namjoon would scoff and roll his eyes at you. But his smile would never leave his face.

"Mad? Never! I'm so excited about this! Scared… maybe a little. We didn't plan this, but we always talked about what it would like to have added another mini person to our family."

Your eyes would start to water at his loving sentiment.

Namjoon would pull you close to him the second he saw a tear roll down your face, all while being mindful of your stomach that hasn't even started to show yet.

"We got this, Naekkeo. I love you with all my heart, and I'm going to love this baby with the same amount."

You both would stay in each other's arms, thinking about all the love and affection you're going to give your unborn child.

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Jimin

"It's p-positive?"

You nod your head, still not looking up from the pregnancy test in your hands.

You and Jimin do everything together, so he was the first person you told when your period came late. Wanting to take the test with him by your side.

But now that you have, and it says positive, you're afraid to look at him.

You continue to look at the stick that has now changed your life entirely until you feel his finger move your chin. Making you face the man that helped you create this unborn baby inside of you.

You felt a tear run down your face.

"I'm fine," But the tears kept coming and contradicted your words.

Jimin wrapped his arms around you tightly. Squishing your arms still holding the test in-between you both.

He'll whisper reassurances in your ears, trying to make you calm down.

When you finally do, you'll slowly peel yourself out of his arms, looking Jimin in the eyes that are just as glossy as yours.

"What are we going to do, Jimin?"

The corner of his mouth will twitch into a smile, still trying to make you relax since he knows you love his darling smile so much.

"Will take it one step at a time. Like we always do. It's me and you, Jagi. Will be together every step of the way."

You never thought for a second that Jimin would leave you because of this. You always considered yourselves a team.

Adding a baby to your life was never ideal, but Jimin reassured you now that everything would be alright.

As long as you had each other.

And you always have each other until the baby was born 9 months later.

Then it became you, Jimin, and your new baby. The ultimate and best team you could ask for.

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V

Taehyung's reaction was exactly how you expected.

He would slouch in his seat and stare off into a void in space. Hearing your words on a loop in his mind.

You knew he would need space, hearing that you got pregnant just from the one time you decided to be irresponsible with your sex lives.

“So, your pregnant?”

You nod your head.

“And I’m the father?”

You would nod your head vigorously.

“Wow…”

Taehyung would run his fingers through his hair and then prop his chin on his hands. Leaning against the table and continuing to try to understand how this happened.

You hesitantly placed your hand on his shoulder, making him look at you face-to-face for the first time since you told him the news.

Luckily, your pregnancy hormones weren’t acting up. Making you stay sober during this moment. So, you were able to say your following words with a straight face.

“We don’t have to keep it. There’s always the option of-“

“No.” You jumped at Taehyung’s intense voice. “I’m sorry… it’s your body and your choice, but we can’t give up this baby. We’re both adults, and I love you with every inch of my being, but I can’t just let go of a child because we decided to be irresponsible.”

Your lip would wobble, but you sobered quickly. Not letting your tears ruin this precious moment.

“So, we’re keeping it - them?”

“If you want to, and I’ll stay here every step of the way with you.”

Taehyung would hold your hands in his and look you in the eyes completely serious.

Even though you were both scared shitless at the thought of having a child, you both knew you would stay strong for each other and for your unborn child.

“Okay! Let’s have a baby.”

9 months later, you did, still scared shitless, but Taehyung was there for you every step of the way until the moment they were born.

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JungKook

"What... no, you're not. You're not pregnant. You're pregnant? Are you sure?"

Jungkook's eyes would be wide open, and his mouth ajar, staring up at you from his spot on the floor and to you in your spot in the desk chair.

Even as you tell your boyfriend you're pregnant, something that's life-changing and could even make him mad, he still looks like an innocent bunny.

"Yes, I'm pregnant. Saying I'm not won't make it go away."

He shakes his head and closes his eyes, only to open them up again and stare off into space.

Like he's not getting what your staying is the truth. Like you're both in a dream of his, and he's expecting to wake up at any second.

You get out of the chair you're sitting in and crawl to his place on the floor. Putting your hands on his face to make him look at you.

"Jungkook, I'm pregnant."

He blinks.

"Please say something."

You're starting to get worried now. It's like your announcement is making Jungkook's brain short circuit or lose his mind entirely.

And for a second, he thinks that's true.

When he finally looks into your eyes, noticing he's not in a dream, his bright smile returns, and his voice is cheery as he says, "Your pregnant!"

His mood swings are making you have wipe lash, but you can still nod your head at him.

Within a second, he has you engrossed in his arms, spinning you around like you weigh nothing. And then will abruptly put you down and look at your stomach. Looking right at the baby bump you're already showing.

"We're going to be parents! I can't believe this!"

Although this was the weirdest pregnancy announcement reaction you can think of, you're happy it ended with joyful thoughts and an excited Jungkook.

[rainbinni]

BTS ff recommendation

If you already saw that post it’s because my account accidentally got deleted and I had to right everything down again, I’m sorry for the inconvenience. So here are some of the best BTS ff I’ve ever read. I’ll probably made other posts for when I find more ff. Please go check the authors account to support them. Let me know your best ff so I can read it ;)

!! All of those stories content strong and mature language, please do not read them if you’re under 18 !!

e2l : enemies to lovers fwb : friends with benefits s2l : strangers to lovers frienemies : friends-enemies

Post last update : 2023/01/24

Oneshots and Drabbles :

Belissima - @personasintro [8.1k] (fluff, smut, parents, insecure!oc)

Pardon? @jjungkookislife [2.4k] (bff2l, fluff, smut)

#SaveOurCommunityCenter - @taleasnewastime [15.2k] (fluff, angst, e2f2l, "coworkers")

Either way - @personasintro [5.5k] (e2l, coworkers, smut, angst)

News Guy - @kithtaehyung [5.5k] (smut, fluff, fuckboi!namjoon, campus au)

July kiss - @personasintro [5.9k] (single dad!namjoon, babysitter, smut, fluff)

Wattpad :

Prohibido - @personasintro [15/15] (fluff, smut, angst, brother best friend!namjoon, coworkers, secret relationship)

I haven’t read any yet…

Series :

Look down on me like that - @here2bbtstrash [10/11] (Ongoing) (angst, smut, fluff, e2l, fwb, coworkers, producer!yoongi)

Dating advice - @taleasnewastime [20/20] (fluff, angst, smut, bartender!yoongi, f2l)

Love lockdown - @personasintro [7/?] (Ongoing) (angst, surviving, zombie, e2l)

Away from you - @personasintro [16/?] (Ongoing) (angst, married couple, divorce topic, parents, dad!yoongi, smut, fluff) (you can find it on Wattpad too)

Three tangerines - @kithtaehyung (Ongoing) (+drabbles)(brother best friend!yoongi, smut, fluff, fuckboy!yoongi)

Oneshots and Drabbles :

Next door - @personasintro [10.3k] (e2l, neighbor, smut, angst)

Till the end of the line - @kimvvantae [11k] (s2e2f2l, angst, fluff, surviving, death, zombies)

Drip - @here2bbtstrash [4.8k] (smut, squirt)

Cybersex - @gimmethatagustd [14.6k] (smut, fluff, brother best friend, phone sex)

Carpool - @leewriting [17k] (frienemies2l, angst, fluff, neighbor)

Wattpad :

You, among the other - @inkofyoongi [13/?] (e2l, angst, best friend ex!yoongi, ex!taehyung, tutoring, smut, fluff)

Drabbles :

Blue side - @personasintro [4.3k] (exes2l, fluff, reunion)

Series :

The misadventures list - @kimvvantae [4/?] (Ongoing) (s2l, fake dating, fluff)

Oneshots and Drabbles :

Adaywithoppa - @personasintro [16.5k] (s2f2l, fluff,smut)

Only you - @personasintro [11.4k] (bff21, angst, fluff, smut, single dad!jimin)

Meet me at the finish line - @parkdatjimin [21.3k] (frienemies2l, "angst", fluff, smut, competition, racer, cars)

In too deep - @parkdatjimin [2k] (party, slight smut, fluff, swimming pool)

The shape of your body - @here2bbtstrash [24k](s2l, fluff, smut, cute af, communicating relationship, slow burn, art student, New York)

Series :

Comeback home - @another-army-spot [3/3](exes2l, co-parenting, unexpected pregnancy, teen parent, fluff, smut, angst)

The wannabe photographer chronicle - @gimmethatagustd [2/3] (Ongoing) (e2l, smut, party, nude, “one night stand”, sex tape, fluff)

Oneshots and Drabbles :

Midnight snack - @sparklingchim [4k] (e2l, smut, jimin and hobi roommates)

Busted - @personasintro [1.6k](established relationship, smut, them being caught)

Series :

For me - @personasintro (Knock for me, Jealous for me, Apologize for me, Date for me) [4/4] (e2f2l, neighbor, fwb, smut, single dad!jk, angst, fluff)

Tongue tied - @jeonqkooks [7/19] (Ongoing) (fluff, neighbor2l, really cute, established relationships)

Her - @jungk0oksthighs [6/6] (fluff, bff2l, childhood friend, smut, established relationship)

Long way home - @sparklingchim [26/26] (bff2l, single dad!jk , untold, feelings)

Oneshots and Drabbles :

Paint me naked - @gimmethatagustd (+1 drabble)[16k] (fluff, healing reader, oc ex!taehyung, jk best friend!taehyung, smut)

Can I sleep in your bed - @ddaeng-181338 [4k] (roommate2l, fluff, smut)

Zipper - @taeshobipop [5.4k] (little angst, fluff,smut, campus au, e2l)

The spins - @here2bbtstrash [10.3k] (f2l, campus, frat!jk, smut)

Sleepover - @personasintro [10.4k] (best friend brother!jk, age gap, smut, fluff, secret relationship)

Wattpad :

Mutual Help - @personasintro [57/?] (bff2l, fake dating, angst, slow burn, smut, fluff) (+Drabbles +jk pov [5/?]) (Drabbles available on tumblr)