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dreamescapeswriting · 3 years ago

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The Proposal ~ MYG [Request]

WORD COUNT: 35K (No its not missing a decimal point)

PAIRING: CEO!Yoongi x Assistant!Reader

GENRE: Smut, enemies to lovers, CEO x Assistant, fake marriage, angst, movie inspired, slow burn

A/N: The longest fic I have written (to date) I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did writing it

Shoving yourself through a bunch of people waiting outside the local coffee shop you groaned when one of them hit you in the stomach with their bag. It felt as though someone had just punched you in the stomach and there was no doubt in your mind that the woman hit you on purpose for pushing through the line.

"Watch where you're going, lady!" She yelled out as you reached the counter, panting as you saw your local barista smiling at you brightly. If it wasn't for the huge line of people behind you, you would have asked him to get you a glass of water but it was bad enough you had pushed in.

"Two black coffees with two sugars," Luke placed the cups down in front of you and you grinned at Luke in relief, he always made sure that the order you put in every day was ready for you since you came in at the same time every day.

"I owe you one," You whimpered before handing him the cash and waiting for your change. It was downtown New York which meant no matter what time you came to the coffee shop it was packed but Luke managed to make your drinks for you. You'd been going to the same place for six years so he knew exactly what to make and the time.

"You're late today, make sure Yoongi doesn't kill you!" He yelled as you began rushing back out of the door and speed walking down the busy streets.

Running late was not an option when you worked for one of the meanest and coldest CEO's in the business but it wasn't your fault the electricity blew out in your apartment. It was your landlord who seemed as though he could never be bothered to do the job that he was paid to do.

"Morning Sal!" You called out to the security guard on the bottom floor of the Harper Collins building that you worked in. 84 floors high and of course, you were right on the 84th floor which meant you were going to be even later than you needed to be.

"Yoongi isn't here yet, you have time to get to his office." Sal chuckled as he saw the panicked look across your face, you thanked him before rushing to the elevators, jamming yourself inside of one of them before looking at the people beside you.

If Yoongi found out you were running even a minute late he would fire you on the spot there was no doubt about it. He fired someone for looking at him wrong once, he was harsh and cruel to literally everyone around him for no reason.

"Hi...Sorry. Running very late," You muttered as you pushed yourself into the already cramped elevator looking down at your phone to see if there were any notifications from Yoongi but so far you were in the clear.

After working for the man for almost 6 years and he still hadn't promoted you or moved you up in the business but it was nice, you worked for him and only him. You knew what he was like and how to avoid getting into his bad books. Being late was one of the bad books signs but as long as he didn't find out you should have been in the clear.

"You're late, you're late for a very important date." The receptionist on your desk tutted as you walked through the doors. Staring at you you had no time for her sarcastic comments as she curled her hair around her finger. Tina had been working for Yoongi almost as long as you had and she would diminish you whenever she had the chance to. As if her job was any different from yours, all she did was welcome people into the office and sign them out, at least you did something productive with your day.

"Tina, shut up-" You gasped as you walked into someone's chest, whimpering when you felt hot coffee running down your front as you looked at your co-worker. He stared down at you and then looked up at your face, panic hitting him as he realised that it was Yoongi's coffee you had dropped down yourself.

"Sorry." He hissed looking at the large coffee stain running down the white shirt you were wearing, you whimpered feeling it sticking to your body. It felt as though it was starting to burn your skin.

"My...fuck...My fault, I was rushing around." You admitted looking to see that only one of the coffee's had spilt so you were just going to have to give Yoongi your cup instead luckily you always bought two in the mornings.

"You should change before Yoongi comes." You ignored the sarcastic comment from Tina you could practically hear the smugness dripping from her lips as you began heading to Yoongi's office.

Everyone called it the shark tank, it was completely made of glass panels, everyone could see inside whenever they wanted and Yoongi was the shark. The whole office had nicknames for him that weren't entirely appropriate to use but they were code words for when he was walking around the office.

Gently placing the cup down onto his desk you grabbed his schedule for the day before heading back out of the room to see if you had any spare clothes in your locker. It was highly unlikely since the shirt you were wearing was the only dress shirt you had, the others had been ruined over the years and being an assistant wasn't the best-paid job.

Finding nothing you went back to Yoongi's office dabbing yourself off with a napkin to at least try and remove some of the stains but it was useless. It only seemed to make the stain grow in size and you hate it, Yoongi would be in his office any moment.

"At least make yourself look a little presentable Y/l/n," Your whole body seemed to freeze in place hearing Yoongi coming into the room. You hadn't even seen him and you knew he was in a bad mood, you could tell by the tone of his voice and the way he stormed into his office.

"Yes Sir," You turned around to look at him and he was staring down at his phone. As usual, he was dressed in a suit and his black hair was swept back and wet. He'd just gotten out of the shower after being in the gym, it was his morning routine that you knew inside and out.

"I'm trying to run a respectful business, go and clean up you look disgusting. What if a client walked in and saw you standing there like that?" He scoffed sitting himself down at his desk and siping on his drink that was waiting on the desk for him.

"Next time don't give me your coffee. Someone called Luke wants you to call him." He turned the cup around to show you Luke's number that was scribbled along the front of your cup and you mentally slapped yourself.

"Why haven't you gone to change yet?" He snapped realising that you were still standing there in the same shirt,

"Sir. I don't have any spare clothes here, I can go home and change but it might take-" You were going to say that it might take you too long but he cut you off.

"Don't be stupid, it would take you too long. Here." Holding out a small black card for you to take from him, he ordered you to go and buy yourself something new to wear.

"Go and then when you come back you can tell me what we have on the agenda today." He mumbled not once looking away from his phone as he read through something, you excused yourself from his office and looked down at the card.

What did he expect you to do with it? Go out and buy a whole new outfit or just a new shirt...Everything on the street your building was on was branded and expensive there was no way you would be able to find something you can pay him back for.

"Why are you still standing in the hall?! GO!" You jumped a little before making a sprint for the elevator, trying to think of the closest store that would be in your price range.

Tugging down on the dress you walked into the shark tank to speak with your boss, sliding his card down onto his desk.

"Tell me about the day." He ordered as he glanced up taking in your appearance. You straightened the black dress you had bought and looked down at the clipboard in your hand.

"Today you have staff meetings, you're meeting the new interns..." You continued to tell him everything he would be doing that day without checking back at the clipboard, you knew everything by memory. PR Meetings, meetings with authors and trying to get one of the authors that worked for you on a TV deal.

"It's pathetic that you know everything we're going to be doing today by only checking once." He grumbled as he got up from the desk, straightening his tie as he looked out of the window at the view.

"What's more pathetic is that you order the same drink as me and that you're never late...Six years you've been working for me and you've never once been late." He stared at you looking at the dress. It was a black tight-fitting dress that he saw almost everyone in the office wearing and he rolled his eyes.

"You even follow trends. Do you have any idea how boring you are?" Letting it slide you ignored him trying not to let his words bother you so much. Yoongi was always worse in the mornings it was as if he was programmed to make everyone around him miserable, you just figured it was because of how tired he was.

"We have something we need to do before we even go into any meetings. Follow me." Nodding along with him you began to head out of his office following him down a long hallway. People who were supposed to be working all turned their heads as they watched the entire time you walked. Tina smirked at you waving at you when she saw you following Yoongi around like a lost lamb. Whenever Yoongi could feel them not working he would turn to stare only for them to start pretending to do something.

Coming to a stop outside one of the other offices on your floor you looked through the window of the door to see one of the editors not doing his job.

"Unbelievable," Yoongi mumbled as he looked into a small office, Bob had been working there longer than you or Yoongi and he spent most of his time making out with male interns instead of doing his job. Looking away from Bob and his male friend you looked at the floor but Yoongi wasn't going to just let it go, he pushed the door open harshly and it hit the wall.

"You're fired." Yoongi barked with no emotion in his voice whatsoever, you stared at the back of his head shocked at what was happening. Could he really fire him for just making out with someone in his office?

"You can't fire me!" Bob countered back as the assistant jumped down from his desk and began to hurry out of the room without another word.

"Actually I can. I'm your boss." Yoongi reminded him as he looked over at the office, debating whether or not he could convert it into another space for himself.

"You're just firing me because I'm better than you! I'll tell HR you're doing it because of my sexuality!" He protested as he stood his ground but it would never hold,

"To do that you would have to come out...Tell your wife that you're gay," Yoongi reminded him as he stood there, it seemed as though he had not a care in the world about firing someone.

"I'll have...I'll have you deported! You can't fire me for nothing, it's because I'm great at my job." Bob screamed making you cringe at the thought of it no one ever spoke back to Yoongi. Yoongi seemed to flinch at the threat but he played it off as he took in a deep breath and sighed.

"No Bob. I'm firing you because you're lazy, not good at your job and spend more time cheating on your wife than you do anything else in this office." Bob stammered over his words at the mention of his wife being involved. If she ever found out that he was cheating on him he'd be out on his arse and jobless in the middle of New York City.

"You can't fire me without warning." Your head was bouncing to and from Yoongi and Bob like a ping pong ball waiting to see what each of them had to say.

"You had warnings. Pack your shit up and get out." Yoongi walked away without another word or thought about it, leaving you shocked as you sprinted after him.

"Make sure he leaves, call Sal if you have to please," The please was shocking but you nodded, writing a text to Sal that you might need his help. It was better to have reinforcements than to try and make him leave on his own, Bob wasn't going to leave easy and would try to make a scene about everything.

"You'll be working this weekend. You'll have to be editing the books Bob was scheduled to do." Hope prickled up inside of you, was this the promotion you had been waiting for?! Had it finally become an opening spot for you to do what you had originally applied for in the building.

"Oh, and I need you to find his replacement." The hope faded and you hummed, writing a note to yourself looking down at your phone. Editing had been one of your dreams it was the only reason you had even applied for Harper Collins in the first place, you didn't want to be someone's assistant but at least with this job you were safer.

"The thing is sir. I can't really work this weekend." Yoongi stopped at his office door and turned to look at you, no one ever said no to him.

"Why?" It was a point-blank question.

"I'm going home...To see my family and I haven't seen them in over three years-" Rolling his eyes at you he cut you off,

"I don't need a sob story. You work or you're fired." With that, he walked into his office and began looking over the proposals that he had for the day and you walked over to your small desk to call your mother.

"I know I said I would be there but something came up and I can't-"

"The boss is making you work isn't he?" You ignored her question promising her that you would try and make it another weekend as you rubbed your temples. Your family didn't seem to understand how much the job truly meant to you, getting to work so closely with everything you loved.

"But we wanted to see you...Can't you try and talk him into letting you come?" Talking Yoongi into something was never an option, the only person that could do that was the owner of the company and they weren't about to do that.

"I can't. He's set on making me work but I'll get to do what I love doing...Editing." She hummed unimpressed on the other end of the phone, she didn't understand what was so great about editing books. Your family owned a bookshop back home, if you really wanted to you could have worked from there but it just wouldn't have been the same to you.

You knew that the weekend home would have been the only time you could go, everyone was home for the first time in years. Even holidays and birthdays weren't an option to travel home for, you worked almost every day of the year.

"I'm sure dad wouldn't want me there anyway." You mumbled as you doodled on a piece of paper in front of you, drawing flowers and stickmen as you spoke.

"Your dad loves you-"

"My dad just puts up with me." You cut her off not wanting to think much about your father since the day had only just begun.

"You know that's not true!" She buzzed at you, she was married to him so in her eyes, he could do or say no wrong when it came to you or anything else for that matter.

"You know he wanted a son and not a daughter." You grumbled before looking at Yoongi who seemed to be pacing around his office which scared you. Yoongi pacing meant there was something wrong and you were most likely going to get the blame for it.

"I have to go. Tell Granny I said hi and that I love and miss her," You hung up before your mother could add to the conversation about your father and reluctantly got up from your desk.

One thing that you truly feared in your life was when you found Yoongi pacing back and forth in his office, it always meant that there was something wrong. If someone was wrong it normally meant that you were going to be at the short end of the stick and would get the blame. Instead of heading inside, you left him to it, going to get him a fresh cup of coffee to at least try and give him a chance to calm down a little.

"I was told I had another four years on this Visa," Yoongi yelled out down the phone at the poor unsuspecting worker on the other end who had called to inform him about the Visa he was on. They'd called him to explain that the Visa was running out on him and he was past his due date for the paperwork.

"I know sir, but you need to renew it every two years in order to keep living in the USA." Yoongi rubbed his temples as he sat listening to the woman speak to him as though he was stupid. Yoongi was far from stupid and he knew that he needed up update his visa but what he didn't understand was why they were going to deport him if he didn't. They were threatening to send him back to South Korea even though he still had almost two weeks to complete his paperwork. Giving him some extra time seeing as though he hadn't filled any of it in yet or hadn't known about it running out until the phone call.

"Is there any way to make the paperwork obsolete?" He knew it was a long shot but there had to be something to stop him from doing this every two years.

"The only way that would work is if you were married," Hanging up the phone he stared down at his desk wanting nothing more than to slam his head down onto it but you walked through the door. As soon as he saw you there was a lightbulb in his head that suddenly brightened.

"I bought you something to eat and a coffee, I'll be working at the weekend." You told him as you set the muffin down onto his desk turning to set the coffee down when Yoongi stared up at you. The silence was beginning to worry you as you watched him closely,

"Marry me,"

"Excuse me what?" You choked out the cup of coffee slipping from your grasp and onto the floor and splashing up your legs and his trousers.

"Marry me," You scoffed at him. At first, you thought you'd just heard him wrong or you were in some kind of dream you couldn't wake from, no not a dream. A nightmare.

"Sir...With all due respect, I think you skipped a few chapters...And no." You stared at him bending down to pick up the empty paper cup and try to mop up the coffee with napkins but he continued to stare at you. Frowning as you replied to his question with a no, he thought any girl would jump at the chance to be married to him. He was one of the leading CEO's in book publishing, he was rich, funny and could get you into any club you wanted in New York.

"Why not?" Laughing at his question you looked up at him.

"You hate me...You hate everyone come to think of it and you don't even know my name."

"Y/n Y/l/n, you've been working for me for six years," You raised your eyebrow at him nodding to confirm he had gotten it right.

"Name one thing other than something you can find in my file." You snapped at him before looking at him, raising your eyebrow as he began to stammer over his words. Strutting out of the room with a smirk you headed for your own desk getting ready for your long weekend of editing.

"Why won't you marry me?" He whispered in your ear later that day at lunch. You were both out at an important lunch meeting that he was supposed to be focussing on but he hadn't stopped pestering you since that morning. One of the fanciest restaurants in New York and he was choosing to act like a child because he wasn't getting his own way.

"Because you're doing it for ill reasons," You muttered as you pushed your plate away, listening to what the author sitting across from you was saying. It wasn't just the three of you out to dinner, the author had taken everyone with him. Choosing to take his manager, editor and wife out with him speaking about the next book he was working on. The first one hadn't been that interesting but because he was a socialite his book meant it automatically got published in the company.

"So if I was marrying you for the right reasons you would say yes?" You pretended to think about it before looking at him, smiling as innocently as you could.

"Never. Not even in a million years." You smirked feeling a little proud of yourself for standing up to him. It wasn't as though he could fire you for saying no to him it would be a lawsuit waiting to happen.

"Never?" He inquired, interested to see if there was even a little bit of leeway to get you to do what he wanted you to do.

"Not even if you paid me," Yoongi smirked to himself as he saw an opportunity to persuade you into agreeing with him. No one could ever say no to money, all it took was giving them the right price.

"What if I did pay you? I'll give you whatever you want, all you have to do is say yes." A sparkle happened in your eyes and Yoongi knew that he was close to getting you where he wanted you, getting what he needed without having to do much.

"I'll have conditions." You muttered trying to make it seem as though you were paying attention to the meeting when you weren't, it was boring talk that you cared nothing for.

"Go for it," Yoongi whispered leaning forward to put some of his salad into his mouth, interested to see what you could have come up with.

"I need time to think of them first," You argued looking over at the author who was now speaking about the title of the next book. Something to do with being famous in New York and how to get rich, it was exhausting listening to men who had money to do whatever they pleased to go on about something they didn't care about.

After getting out of the lunch you figured you'd head straight back to the office but Yoongi decided that it was the perfect day to go looking for new suits. Normally it would be a huge pain in your ass to go suit shopping with him but today was different. Today you had all of the time in the world to think through what you wanted to get out of the marriage with Yoongi.

Throughout the remainder of your lunch you had written down conditions you had with Yoongi and you were going to make sure he sticks to them.

"I have my conditions now." You told him as he began walking around the store, pulling out different suits and laying them in your open arms.

"I'm waiting Y/n." He grumbled as he continued to look through the different ties that could go well with the suits he had picked out.

"I want a book published...The one I sent to you when I was an intern that you never read...I also want a promotion," Yoongi nodded along with you, all of this was easily doable and wasn't going to hurt him in the long wrong. You were replaceable and your book was decent enough to make them money. Yoongi had read your book when you first submitted it but you were an intern back then, he couldn't show favouritism and since then you'd never brought the subject up again otherwise he would have discussed publishing deals.

"The final thing." You told him as you stopped in front of a changing room, his body turned to face you as he began putting the suits into the changing room.

"Go on..."

"You have to take me home...Instead of working this weekend, I want to go home...For a couple of days or maybe a week..." Yoongi frowned,

"Take you home?"

"To my family. I haven't seen them in three years, you ruined the weekend so I get to go and see them." Yoongi saw no problem with it, it would be a holiday from work which he was going to need if his bosses found out he was on the verge of being deported back to South Korea. A small break from everything, he could easily leave the work he and you intended to do over the weekend to the new set of cable interns.

"I'll give you my card, book the tickets-" He stopped himself from giving you the card as he shook his head, realising that you would probably book normal tickets.

"First class tickets. we're not going to slum it." He mumbled giving you the card before he walked into the changing rooms, closing the curtains behind him.

Staring at the card in your hand you realised that you held all of the power now, you could make him do whatever it was that you truly wanted him to do.

"Oh...You have to propose...." Yoongi's head poked out of the curtain as he stared at you wide-eyed. It wasn't even a real proposal why did you suddenly want him to propose so suddenly.

"Properly. If I'm going to fake marry you which by the way is illegal, I could end up in prison and you could end up back in South Korea facing fines and jail time...You'll propose to me." Yoongi blinked, he had no idea that you'd been doing your research on the matter. He knew the charges against fraud so he nodded, needing this more than anything to work.

"Will you marry me?" There was no emotion in his voice as he stared at you so you scoffed at the small sentiment so there was no way you were going to accept it.

"What? No ring? No down on one knee?" You stared at him through the curtain and he seemed to almost blush as he kept himself hidden by the thin fabric.

"I can come out of the changing room and do that but I am in nothing but my boxers Y/n." Heat began to radiate through your entire body as you thought about your boss half-naked behind a very thin curtain just 1 foot in front of you. Something you were going to have to get used to if you were going to be fake married for a while.

"Okay fine. Just make sure you do it or no deal." You mumbled before moving away from the chairs, going to go and book all of the tickets and let your mum know you would be home after all.

It had been one of the longest and hardest days with Yoongi, going over the plans for the marriage, how long it was going to last, how it would end and so on and so forth. In the end, you settled for faking a marriage for four years before deciding to divorce on good terms with one another. Yoongi generously offered to give you one of his penthouses in New York as a settlement in the divorce but was asking you to sign a prenup to which you agreed. You never wanted to take money from him and you weren't going to take anything off him in a fake divorce.

Pulling up outside your apartment building you practically sprinted out of the limo which shocked Yoongi but he called you back. All you wanted to do was go home and pack for the next week or two with your parents, you'd only booked a flight there and not back hoping to get as much time with them as you could.

"Y/n. Wait," You turned around to find Yoongi kneeling on the floor with a box in his hand. Your heart began to race as you heard soft music coming from inside of the limo and some singing coming from a woman beside the car. She was softly singing along to the words

Flowers being held by the limo driver that had bought you home and there was a singing woman beside the car. The song "Truly, madly and deeply," came to your ears and you almost teared up hearing one of your favourite songs. Something he couldn't have found in your file and you felt your heart flutter.

"How did you know this was my favourite song?" You whispered as you continued to listen to the soft singing voice, looking at Yoongi who shrugged his shoulders.

"I googled cheesy romantic songs," The fluttering stopped as you stared at him, clearly he knew nothing about you but you watched as he opened the box to see there was nothing there.

"I don't have the ring yet...But will you marry me?" You smirked to yourself, people were beginning to crowd around you and notice what was happening which made you smirk more. At least if people in Yoongi's social circle heard that he was proposing it would at least seem real.

"Of course," You began walking away and he scoffed getting up and brushing his knees off as he walked back into the car, mumbling about how stupid he felt doing it. Why did he have to make some grand gesture anyway? It wasn't as though any of this was ever going to be real. It was just some big show for the papers, a few photographs in a wedding dress with friends as witnesses and everything would be done. All he would have to do is wait four years until he could file for divorce, he'd still be a completely legal citizen without having to file papers ever again.

Flopping down onto your bed you couldn't help but let out a huge squeal of excitement. Going home was all you had been dreaming about for years, finally getting to hug your mother and your grandmother in person for the first time in a while. All you had to do was pack enough to keep you going, packing books, clothes and anything to keep you sane while Yoongi got to know you and your family. If he was going to pass the integration part of the fake wedding he was going to need to learn everything he could in the next week of being at your parents. Dropping the bomb on your family that you were now dating the man you claimed to hate for years was going to be tough but not as tough as telling them the wedding was going to be in two weeks time.

The next morning you were waiting in the airport for your boss to come and meet you, it was an early flight since it was going to take eight hours to get you home. The plane was getting ready to board and there was no sign of Yoongi anyway for you to see,

"Calling passengers to flight 180," The tannoy announced as you stared around for your boss hoping to find him soon when you saw him. Some poor man carrying Yoongi's luggage for him as he made his way over to you, Yoongi looked pissed off that he was there so early. It didn't matter if Yoongi was going to be moody nothing could kill how happy you were at that moment, a giant smile on your face at the thought of seeing your family.

"You look happy...Why do you look so happy, it's just family." You stared at him as you began to line up to board the plane. You knew why Yoongi didn't understand the concept of family, he'd been raised by nannies and butlers most of his life after his parents died.

"I haven't been able to see them in three years...Believe it or not, it's hard for me to see them all of the time..." You thought back on how much you'd missed being back home. Spending all day with your grandmother and mother, you could spend all your time with them.

"It's been hard not to see them all of the time...My dad not so much." Yoongi frowned when he could see the look of pain radiate across your face at the mention of your father. Something was clearly a tough subject for you to speak about and why wouldn't it be? Your father had always expressed his disappointment in you for leaving Switzerland to go to New York. He couldn't see why you didn't want the life he had created for you there, why you would go off and do something else.

Yoongi was about to ask what it was about when your flight was called out,

"Flight 180 to Switzerland now boarding." His eyes widened as he heard the destination. Something he hadn't thought to ask the day before. He figured you'd been travelling out of state or to some other country but Switzerland?

"Switzerland?! You live in Switzerland?!" He cried out as you began walking down the line, joining the other passengers as you looked at Yoongi confused. Yu had no idea he was going to react like this, after all the years you'd worked for him you figured he knew.

"I hate the cold! I hate snow, mountains and anything to do with coldness!!" He began ranting loudly causing other passengers to turn around and stare disapprovingly. Sending them all an apologetic look you turned to face Yoongi.

"You've known me for six years and you had no idea that my family were from Switzerland?" You stared at him as you shook your head. There was no way in hell he was going to make it past any test that the Immigration officers were going to give to you. A simple test just to see how much the couples getting married knew about one another so they could prove the relationship was real and not a scam to stay in the USA.

"How do you expect to pass the test from the immigration officers if we get married?" You questioned as you handed your tickets and passports over to the flight attendant who was doing her best not to stare. Everyone who had been in front of you in the line had turned to stare at you both as you bickered back and forth.

"What do you mean if? We're getting married. You agreed." He complained as he walked down the terminal with you, bag in his hand as you refused to carry it for him. It was going to take some serious studying with him to get him to pass any kind of test that was going to come up.

Sitting together on the plane you sipped on the champagne that had been given to you and popped a grape into your mouth. First-class was one of the most fantastic things in the entire world. It was like being treated like royalty. The moment you sat down someone offered you food and drink, then they were offering back massagers and all kinds of things you never got in the economy.

"I don't think I can ever go back to flying normally." You laughed sipping on the champagne as you looked towards Yoongi, he had his nose stuffed between the pages of a booklet you'd given him. It was all of the questions you were going to get when you got for an interview after your wedding ceremony.

"You're so going to fail the test Yoongi," You said as a matter of factly looking at him as he scoffed at you. From the questions he was ready he already knew he wasn't going to pass easily, he would need to actually get to know you.

"Oh please like you can do any better?"

"I know everything about you," You told him as you looked out of the small window. Up in the air, everything looked so peaceful below you. Clouds surrounded the plane as you flew back home for the first time in years.

Yoongi scoffed as he opened the pages back up to the first section. Finding a random question he knew you wouldn't have the answers to.

"What am I allergic to?" A smirk spread over his face and you sat up straight.

"Pine nuts and those little mince pies people bring to the office at Christmas," His mouth dropped a little as he shook his head. That was easy, you could know that because you'd worked for him for so long.

"That was easy. Do I have any scars?" He laughed looking at you. No one knew about any scars on his body. Mostly because he didn't have any.

"You have a little one on your lower lip from when you jumped off a chair as a toddler and thought you could fly and landed on a metal bin," You smiled at the memory. A drunken story you heard him speaking about one Christmas party.

"You also have a tattoo but I don't know what it is. I only know because you scheduled a laser removal and backed out." He stared at you blinking and pushing the papers into your hands. It was like he was losing at some kind of game and he didn't like it anymore.

Reading through everything you tried to find some questions you were going to need to answer together.

"Who's apartment do we stay at?" You read out loud, looking at him as he relaxed in the chair.

"Easy my place. You probably live in some crappy place. I have a penthouse." You rolled your eyes. Even though he was correct about you living in a crappy apartment you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of admitting he was correct.

"When are our birthdays? Yours is the Ninth of March..." You looked up at him and he was drawing a blank. All of the years he'd seen you bringing cake into the office for everyone to share but never took the date into mind.

"I know it. You always bring a cake in..." He mentioned a month and you scoffed at the idea of it. The month wasn't even close to when your birthday was.

"Not even close." Going back to the booklet you bit down on your lip trying to think of something easy he could answer.

"What are our hobbies and interests?" As you began to list more and more questions he realised how much you knew about him and just how little he knew about you and he wanted to give up.

"Let's just move on...Your family. I should know their names and faces before we land." He grumbled as he looked at you. There were hours left so he was going to have time to learn everyone's faces by the time you got to Switzerland.

"I have photos on my phone, you can study from them but honestly there are many of them." You began reaching for your phone pulling up different images for him.

"This is my mum, she'll want you to call her mum or Miss Y/l/n," He looked at the image and smiled a little. It was one of you and your mother sitting in front of a lake together, a log fire beside you.

"My granny," You scrolled to the next photo of an elderly woman knitting something in a chair.

"She'll want you to call her Gammy. Nothing more." You laughed thinking about it.

"I'm serious too...It's Gammy...She just likes to be called it." He nodded along before waiting for the next photo.

"I'm an only child so you won't have to learn about them." You mumbled scrolling to another photo and showing a photo of a man. He looked a lot like you so it must have been your father,

"Dad. You can call him Mr Y/l/n or as I like to call him...Wanker." You handed him the phone before letting him go back over each of the photos.

"You won't have to meet any of my cousins so you don't need to worry about those." A small dinging sound was sounded and the plane shook making you grab onto Yoongi's hand a little.

"Sorry. We appear to be hitting some turbulence. We expect this to end shortly." Your hand slowly let go of Yoongi's as he looked at you, eyebrows raised.

"You don't fly much?" You shook your head looking at the chair in front of you as you attempted to calm yourself.

"Here, take in a deep breath for five seconds." He took your hand in his again and you stared at your hands together. Following his instructions.

"Hold for three," He whispered as he counted for you on his free hand.

"Exhale for four." He whispered as he continued to help you through the small panic. Holding your hand the entire time until you calmed down once again.

From the look on your face, Yoongi could already sense how guilty you felt about all of this and you were. The thought of not coming home for almost three years and lying in their faces was weighing down on you. Lying to everyone you loved claiming that you were marrying someone because you were madly in love when it was completely the opposite.

"Do you remember who they are?" You asked as you began walking down to meet your family at the welcoming gate. Yoongi glanced up at them and nodding his head. While you were napping on the plane he'd made himself remember each and every photo you had shown to him.

"Gammy and your mum," He whispered in your ear before following you over to them. They were practically jumping up and down at the sight of you. The crowded airport meant nothing to them as they yelled out your name and held up a sign. Your name was plastered all over it with baby pictures surrounding it.

"Look you have a Fanclub," He grumbled to you as they screamed out your name. You knew it was because they hadn't seen you in a while and nothing, not even your awful boss was going to ruin this reunion for you.

Ignoring him you rushed over to your mum and Grandma throwing your arms around them tightly. Gammy practically squeezed you so tightly you thought your eyes were going to pop out of the front of your head.

"I missed you," You breathed as soon as they hugged you back, snuggling against them as you relaxed. It had been far too long since you'd been able to see or hold them, you didn't think you'd ever be able to let go.

"Mum, Gammy this is Yoongi." You smiled stepping aside so that he could introduce himself to them. He was about to shake their hands but your mother hugged him tightly before your Grandma did the same. Shaking hands wasn't really a thing for them, hugs were always shared with everyone they met.

"We've been looking forward to meeting you, young man." Your grandmother said as she patted his cheek. She knew from the moment she saw you that there was nothing between you but that wasn't going to stop her from having her fun.

"He's handsome. He'll make good babies," She mumbled before leaving you both to follow your mother and grandmother out of the airport to the car. Your mouth hung open as you stared after her trying not to look up at Yoongi who looked almost traumatised at the mention of babies.

"We've had this truck since Y/n was a baby! It's seen some stuff," Gammy announced as you started your drive down to the docks. It was nothing more than a five-minute drive through the small town that you lived in. Couldn't have been more than 1,500 people living there. Everyone seemed to know everyone and you knew everyone knew your family. It wasn't hard when your father owned most of the stores in town. Your mother's laughter bought your mind back to the car as she continued driving in the direction of the docks.

The sun was shining heavily down from the sky, at least it wasn't snowing. Yoongi was lucky you came out of the winter season. If you had it would be snow everywhere in sight.

"In fact, Y/n was conceived right on that chair." Gammy cried out making herself and your mother laugh. Groaning to yourself you sank further into the chair as you shook your head. It was the same story they told everyone and it may have been true but you didn't want your boss to know that. Yoongi seemed to look down at the seat before looking at you with a disgusted look on his face.

"Almost gave birth to her there too but I made it to the hospital just in time." Your mother called out as you keened even more. Yoongi laughing the whole time as he turned to look at you, he couldn't believe how embarrassed you were that your family took this much of an interest in you. Sharing personal life stories and enjoying your time together, it was refreshing to him as he never had it growing up.

"What's this?" Yoongi mumbled to you as you arrived at the docks. Your mother and Gammy had already taken everything down to load up while you had to convince Yoongi down from the lege. The boat waiting tied up while your mother got everything packed on board.

"We have to go by boat...I don't live here in this part of town...We live just a little further up." You told him as you began to climb down a small ladder to get to your mother. You neglected to mention this part to him because you knew if you told him he'd order some form of a helicopter to get him up to your home.

"You're joking right?" He stared at you with a serious look on your face so you stared back at him,

"Serious as a heart attack." You smiled innocently as you climbed into the boat. Yoongi was absolutely terrified of water and of course, you knew that. You knew everything but you also knew he would be perfectly fine if he was strapped into the boat.

"Y/n. I can't." His voice came out panicked which made you frowned as you turned to face him, you slowly began to walk back to the ladder.

"Here, take my hand and climb down. We already took your luggage." Your voice was calmer now. It couldn't have been easy on him doing all of this so you were going to play as nice with him as you could to make it pass by faster. Giving him your hand he squeezed it tightly as he climbed down onto the wooden docks.

"See that wasn't so hard was it...You did it now get on the boat." You patted his back as you pointed over at the white boat that was waiting for you both.

Sitting down beside him you made sure he was secure in the boat before laying a blanket over him. It was freezing out on the water and you didn't want him to get sick because of you. You'd never hear the end of it.

"Ah! So cute! Squeeze together!" Your grandmother screamed as she began to dig for her camera in the bottom of her handbag. You inched closer and she scoffed waving her hand.

"Closer. I want a picture of the happy couple." Gammy smirked as she looked at you.

"Please! For my albums!" You looked at Yoongi before sitting side by side with him but it wasn't close enough for her.

"Sit on his lap! It looks far more romantic!" She told you as she began getting the camera ready. Rolling your eyes you got up carefully,

"Sorry," You whispered in his ear before sitting side-saddle on his legs. Yoongi leant forward wrapping his arms around you and smiling for the camera.

"Y/n! You should drive you haven't been home in so long!" Your mother told you as she placed the keys into the engine. Smiling you started it up and hummed at the sound of the engine. You'd missed just been able to go out on boat rides to clear your head.

"Missed you," You whispered to the boat before driving down the water.

Yoongi sat back watching you the whole time, his eyes never leaving you. He never knew you could drive a car much less a boat. In all of the years he'd known you, you'd never mentioned it but then again, he'd never asked.

"She's great right! Such a catch," Your grandmother poked Yoongi's sides and he smiled looking at you. Gammy could see a plan beginning to hatch in her head.

"She's amazing." He smiled as he continued to watch you, impressed by how well you handled the waves and the boat itself.

"Okay. Water is a fear I can combat but heights?" He hissed in our ear as he looked up at the cable carts that were going up the side of a snowy mountain. It wasn't even snowing so it wasn't as though it was dangerous for him to use it. Plus he'd been on the plane, how scared of heights could he be.

"It's fine, it's just a five-minute ride to the top and then it's done." Yoongi found no comfort in anything you had told him and you rolled your eyes. This was something you had done almost every time you went into town, it wasn't a big thing for you to do.

"I'll sit beside you and hold your hand. Just stare at me while we're up there." You told him as you climbed into the cramped glass cart watching him as he practically squeezed the blood flow from your hand.

Gammy watched you the whole time, she could sense there was something there between you but nothing either of you had acted upon. It was obvious to her that all of this was fake and she was either going to expose it or bring you together.

"You should sit closer, it gets a little bumpy towards the top." She cackled as she snuggled down beside your mother. You stared at her as you snuggled closer to Yoongi wanting nothing more than the ride to be over.

"How long have you been dating?" She questioned raising her eyebrow as she looked at you both. There was an awkwardness between you as you tried to act as though you were happy to have his arm around you. Prepared to stammer over words you glanced to Yoongi to see if he was going to speak first.

"Gammy. They've just gotten here, leave the integration until another night." Your mother interjected, mentally you thanked her for being so great about this. You still had time to come up with a lie with Yoongi about everything. A large gust of wind came and the cart began to shake excessively. Your hand wrapped around Yoongis as you looked at him, he locked his fingers with yours squeezing tighter than before.

"Just look at me. It's just a little bit of turbulence...Like on the plane." You reminded him as you began to go through the breathing exercises he had given to you. Breathing with him as you stared into his eyes. It was only now that you noticed how brown they were but they had a slight golden tint to them around the pupil.

Yoongi's mouth dropped when he saw the house you were going to be staying in. It was home to you but to him, it was a mansion, something he could have in the middle of Los Angeles if he really wanted to.

"It's so big," He whispered eyes never leaving the building as you stood in the garden. You laughed at his shocked face and shook your head.

"You grew up here?" You nodded at him again and you already knew what the questions were going to be so you rushed ahead of him.

"Three floors, nine bedrooms, ten bathrooms, a tennis court...which we don't use much. A barn just outback, an indoor heated pool, kitchen, lounge, study, TV room, dining room and a second living room in case we didn't have enough." You mumbled as you walked slowly behind your grandmother and mother. Yoongi still hadn't taken his eyes off the place. Although the drive up had been sunny your whole house was like something out of a snow globe. Being higher up meant more snowfall for you even out of wintery seasons.

"My father likes to go all out." You grumbled as you picked up your bag to carry it across the snow-covered grass.

"Why did you ever leave?" Ignoring him you followed your mother into the main house, letting Yoongi struggle with his own bags for a change. Normally if you were dragged anywhere with him it would be you left the struggle.

"Oh! We invited a couple of friends round for a welcoming home party." You frowned at your grandmother as she opened the door. There were a lot more than a couple of friends, It looked as though they'd invited everyone from the next village to your house. Almost around 200 people standing around your home making small talk with one another.

"A couple?" Your voice cracked as they all began to come over and introduce themselves to Yoongi. Shaking his hand and hugging him whenever they could. Yoongi looked completely taken back by everything that was going on around him.

"I invited your cousins over too! I thought it would be a nice family reunion." You stared around the room as you thought about how you were going to get Yoongi to remember or even pay attention to anyone there. There were some people even you didn't know that was standing there and welcoming you back.

"You neglected to tell me that you were filthy rich," He mumbled as he began walking through the house with you. You had a plate of food in your hand as you smiled at people around you.

"I didn't think it was important," You mumbled back at him,

"Not important? You live in a fucking mansion but in New York, you live in a rat-infested crap hole." He wasn't wrong but you weren't going to explain why you refused to take money from your father.

"It's not a big deal," You mumbled to him putting the plate down onto a table and continuing to give him a tour of the bottom floor of the house.

"No, I think it is, why do you live in such a shit hole-"

"Because I refuse to take money from someone who thinks less of me. I get that enough from you," You snapped at him just low enough so only he could hear you and you continued with the tour.

As you walked around the house you were bickering with Yoongi the entire time under your breath. The two of you arguing back and forth about why you should have told him you were important back home.

"You didn't tell me your whole family and the Broadway cast of Le Mes were coming." You ignored him as you stood in the hallway between the kitchen and the dining room. The tour was over and all you wanted to do was go to bed but the party was still going on.

"I didn't know they were going to be here did I? Look why are you making such a big deal! They'll leave once this welcoming thing is over." You hissed at him as he shook his head. People were beginning to stare the more you bickered back and forth with one another.

"Look we need to act like a couple if we're going to pull this off," He stated as he wrapped his arm around your waist and you stared at him.

"Any lower and I will chop your hand off." You smiled at him as you said it to him. The smile looking sweet but the tone of your voice was a warning tone which made the smile creepy.

"Why would I even want to." Yoongi countered as he stood with you.

Your father stared at you from across the room shaking his head and you could feel the disappointment burning into the back of your skull. He couldn't believe that his only daughter was dating her boss.

"My father is watching us." You said as you looked up at Yoongi, he stared down at you wondering how you could have known that.

"How do you know...You can't even see him." He stared around to see if he could find your father but he couldn't see him amongst any of the people there.

"I can feel it."

"You can't feel someone's eyes on you." He mumbled back at you. It was true, you could feel when your father was looking at you and you could always feel when Yoongi was.

"I can feel the disappointment burning into me." You knew your father looked down upon you. You knew because he made it his life mission to make you feel inferior towards him. Looking down on you because you weren't an editor but an assistant. You'd left Switzerland for New York to become some big editor only for you to work for someone else.

"Well, well...Look at you." Turning to face your father you smiled weakly.

"Hi dad, meet-"

"The man you hate? Or have claimed to hate." You stared at him as he began to speak a little louder so people were turning to look at you. From the moment he came over you knew there was going to be some kind of scene with him.

"You show up after all this time with the man you claim to hate...What is it? Your meal ticket? Sleeping your way to the top," You heard someone gasp and you stared at your father. Yoongi's grip on you seemed to tighten a little as if he was being protective over you.

"You're disgusting I raised you better than this." He snapped at you as he looked between you and Yoongi. Listening to him go on and on about how disgusting you are made you want to snap.

"He's not my meal ticket, he's my fiancé." You finally cried out having enough of the name-calling.

"I'm sorry?" He stood back as he stared at you a little stunned that you would speak back to him.

"You heard me, we're getting married...He asked me..." Your father said nothing

"What is it such a shock that someone could possibly like me?" Yoongi could sense there were years of hatred between you and your father so he kept his arm on you, playing into the role he was supposed to be doing. He could feel almost every set of eyes on you both as you and your father argued.

"Did I hear that right?" Gammy asked as she pulled you away from Yoongi taking you over to the main living area. Your father stared at Yoongi before shaking his head.

"You're engaged?!" She yelled it loud enough for everyone to hear and you nodded,

"Yep...Engaged." You smiled as convincingly as you could at her and she began clapping her hands together excitedly. People around the room joining in as they all congratulated you on the engagement.

Your wedding had been saved up for since the moment you were born, Gammy had a huge savings jar in her room with everything she could sit into it plus an additional five jars.

"Where's the ring?" Your father interrupted everyone who had begun clapping and congratulating you. There was no way he was going to believe you so you knew it was going to take more convincing acting on your part to make this work.

"Why aren't you wearing a ring? Why did you suddenly decide to drop the news...Unless...you're faking it." He rambled on making everyone look at you. Yoongi could sense just how uncomfortable you were and rushed over to you.

"Here." He said as he reached into his pocket and began to pull out a box. You frowned looking at him, neither of you had been ring-shopping the day before and it wasn't as though he could get one at the airport. Clicking the box open he revealed a silver oval criss-cross ring with an opal diamond in the middle. It looked old but well-taken cared of as he took it out of the padding.

"Where did you get this?" You whispered to him as he slid the ring onto your finger. It was a perfect fit. As if it was made to go onto your finger.

"My mother's wedding ring...I was waiting to give it to her in front of everyone." Yoongi announced to everyone, staring at your father who just shook his head watching as people awe'd you both. Your father wasted no time walking out of the room.

"How romantic!" Your grandmother screamed as soon as she saw the ring on your finger.

Standing beside the fireplace with Yoongi you smiled at the ring, it was honestly one of the most beautiful things in the world to you. You couldn't believe he would just give you something that belonged to his parents. He never spoke about them but you knew they passed.

"Yoongi-" You were going to tell him how you would be careful with the ring when someone yelled from behind you.

"Let's hear the story!" You turned around to see your ex-boyfriend standing there. He looked as though he hadn't changed in the last six years, besides from a beard and a few inches taller.

"Yoongi this is Trevor...My ex-boyfriend." You whispered as you looked to your ex and to Yoongi. Trevor chuckled as he hugged you tightly from behind,

"Don't worry, you have nothing to fear. Y/n is like a little sister to me now." He told Yoongi who was eyeing him up carefully from the moment he'd wrapped an arm around you.

"I want to hear the story of you proposing! She always had a dream of someone doing it! Let's hear how you did." Smirking at Yoongi you waited for his reaction. This was going to be good. He couldn't turn around and tell them he proposed yesterday in the street.

"Tell them how you proposed baby." You smirked running your hand up and down his arm as you looked at him. Your grandmother held back a laugh as she watched the panic take over Yoongi's face.

"How a man proposes says a lot about him," Gammy announced loudly as everyone began to gather around you as he got ready to tell the story.

Yoongi was fast on his feet and he smiled at you and then over at your grandmother. She was sitting on the sofa with your mother listening intently.

"We were in my apartment one night, watching Golden girls...and she randomly began quoting some of the lines." You felt your heart do a small flip. It was true that you did that, he must have seen you doing it in the office on one of your lunch breaks. He had, he'd been sitting there reading through some files when he looked up one day to see you quoting the show back and forth with the characters.

"I knew then that I had to have her...I went to the bedroom to get the ring. I got down on one knee and I asked her-"

"I said no...I didn't want people to think I was just sleeping my way to the top. I said no and I ended everything between us." Yoongis grip on your waist tightened and you smirked. You weren't going to make the story that easy for him.

"I went after her, chasing her down the street until I asked her in front of a bar. Drunken men singing loudly as they watched me get down on one knee and profess my love for her...She finally said yes." You smirked at him as he looked back at you, glaring a little.

"KISS! KISS! KISS! KISS!" Your grandmother began chanting making everyone join in around you making you whine. Yoongi took your hand and laid a gentle kiss on your hand but everyone booed.

"Kiss her like you mean it!" Your grandmother screamed making you flinch as you realised she wasn't going to stop. Yoongi turned you to look at him and tilted your head up to look at him. Pecking your lips awkwardly before moving away.

"Kiss her properly." You cleared your throat before looking up at Yoongi. Just a kiss. It meant nothing. Placing your arms around the back of his neck you pulled him down to you, kissing him softly. A small peck at first before he kissed you back properly, lips moving in sync with one another. Yoongi's brows furrowed together when he began to kiss you back passionately, hand running over your cheek as he held you close to him, his free hand pressed on your lower back to bring you closer. Your hands moved into his hair slowly until you both froze in place. Moving away and staring at him for a second as you stared at one another.

"THAT'S A KISS!" Your grandmother squealed out as soon as you pulled away. There was a connection and anyone with eyes could see that your grandmother knew exactly what she had to do. You ignored the fluttering feeling in your chest while Yoongi tried to ignore the flips his stomach was doing.

"Here is your room. You must be exhausted from all the flying and the party." Gammy said as she showed you back to your room. It was your old room and everything looked exactly the same. Double bed under one of the windows with a small sofa at the end of it. Fireplace burning to keep the room from freezing. An en-suite bathroom at the side and beside the bed a huge set of balcony doors that looked out over the gardens. It used to be one of the studies but your mother converted it to a bedroom as you got older.

"We put the fireplace on about an hour ago so you'll need to keep adding logs." Your mother said as she began laying out fresh towels and blankets onto the bed. It got cold in the bedrooms at night so you knew it was going to be burning until the early hours.

"It gets chilly at night so you'll need these." She whispered to Yoongi, trying to hand him normal blankets but your grandmother had other ideas. She walked to the linen closet and bought out another blanket. Your heart thumped against your chest as soon as you saw it. The handstitched blanket she'd made when she was a teenager and was passed down from generation to generation.

"This blanket has special powers. Please use this," She handed the blanket to Yoongi and you shook your head begging her silently not to mention the name of the blanket.

"We call it the baby maker!" Your mother laughed loudly, putting her hands on either side of your grandmother's shoulder and began to escort her out of the room.

"You won't stay young forever! I need those great-grandbabies now,"

"Grandma!" You yelled as she held her hands up in defence and began to walk out of the room.

After showering and changing into some suitable clothes you came back out to find Yoongi had made a bed on the floor. There were blankets laid out to be a mattress and some blankets on top to keep him warm.

"Why are you sleeping on the floor?" You questioned as you saw the mound of pillows and blankets. There was plenty of room on the bed for the two of you and it wasn't as though you were going to grope him in the night.

"I'm not," He answered plainly as he began to walk over to the comfortable bed.

"You are." He told you as he crawled into the huge bed and got comfortable, you stared at him and then down at the blankets.

"This is my room why would I-"

"I am not sharing a bed with you, it would be too weird. We've already kissed." You stared at him before getting down onto the floor and under the blankets. You weren't going to complain, all you had to do was deal with him for a couple of nights here and never speak to him again when you went back to New York.

"The snow makes everything so bright, isn't there a way to clothes the curtains?!" He hissed at you. The snow on the balcony made it a little lighter in the room so you grabbed a remote and hit a button that automatically shut the curtains and he turned over. No thank you or even a grunt of appreciation falling from his lips.

"You're welcome, arsehole." You mumbled as you got comfortable on the floor, laying on your side as you tried to get to sleep.

Rapid knocking on the door was the only thing that woke you up the next morning. Whimpering as you rolled over to face the door you remembered where you were. Your back was killing you from the uncomfortable "bed" you were sleeping and you were far too hot from the fire being on you the whole night.

"Shit," You hissed as you began to scramble up from the floor. Loading the blankets onto the bed of the bed and shaking Yoongi vigorously to wake up. It was like trying to get blood out of a rock. He wasn't going to move.

"Yoongi," You mumbled as you hit him with pillows trying to get into the bed as quickly as humanly possible.

"Just one second!" You screamed out as you crawled into the bed beside Yoongi. Instantly he woke up feeling the presence of another body beside him. His eyes widened as he felt his arm around your waist,

"What are you doing?" He mumbled, his voice coming out rough since you had literally just woken him up.

"Trying to appear like a happy couple," You hissed at him, wrapping his arm around your waist and snuggling into him as he stared at you. His eyes widened even more as he felt yourself pushing against him. The moment you touched him and felt something graze across your ass you wanted to fall into a pit of lava.

"Gross-"

"Don't even start! It's the morning and you got into bed." He mumbled putting a pillow between your ass and his crotch as you got comfortable. Doing your best to forget that you had just felt your boss's cock brush against your ass through the thin fabric of your pyjamas.

"Come in!" You called out as you snuggled your head onto Yoongi's chest. His whole body seemed to tense up with how close you were to him but you stayed there. Head against his chest as you waited for your family to come into the room.

The door opened to reveal your grandmother and mother walking into the room with giant smiles on their faces. Your grandmother was carrying a tray of food as she began to smile between you and Yoongi,

"We have a big day planned for the two of you," Gammy announced as she placed down the tray on the bedside table. Pouring you both a small cup of coffee before leaving it as it was.

"Big day?" You questioned as she began to look at you both. Her eyes flicking over to the baby maker that was wrapped around your shoulders, her plan was going the way she needed it to. No fake relationships were going to happen on her watch.

"We do, and we have a big surprise for Yoongi so don't stay in bed too long." She tapped your mother's shoulder and began to escort her out of the room leaving you and Yoongi alone. You heard her mumbling that you both needed time to do couples "things" which just made you remember how close you were to Yoongi.

Yoongi watched as you strolled over to a bookshelf in the room and grabbed a book. Flicking through the book as you tried to find the right pages you were looking for. It was a photo album you had started as a kid, it had photos of every family member standing on their own along with their names and birthdays. It was something you did to remember everyone as a kid, you even had small descriptions of what they liked so you could think of gift ideas.

"What are you doing?" Yoongi frowned when he saw a smile beginning to turn up on the corners of your lips.

"Well, we need to study for the stupid exam and I remembered I have this last night," You explained as you got back down onto the bed, Yoongi shuffling away from you a little and sitting up. Opening up the book you slid it onto his lap and handed him a slice of french toast from the tray of food.

"How convenient that you had this," He grumbled stuffing the toast into his mouth and almost moaning at how good it tasted.

"Family of talented cooks," You mumbled as you began to eat some of the food that had been left for the two of you. Teach Yoongi names and different tropes about family members in the book.

After breakfast with Yoongi, you headed down to the garden to see your father. Breakfast had been filled with nothing but studying over every photo until Yoongi was sure he knew who everyone was. Your father was standing outside beside the barn was chopping up wood for the fireplaces, something he always did whenever he was particularly angry about something. Your mother told you that he wanted to apologise to you for what he had said at the party. Not that you believed he was the one that wanted to apologise. Never in your life had he once said sorry for something he had said or done to you.

"What do you want?" He questioned as he looked over at you and you scoffed at him. So much for him wanting to apologise to you.

"Mum said you wanted to say sorry to me," He grumbled something under his breath before you turned to leave. There was no use in trying with him when you knew there was nothing to be gained from him.

"Look whatever it is, I'm sure you'd told me a million wanted before." He turned to look at you as he shook his head so more. Throwing the axe down onto a log as he began to list everything he thought was wrong about what you were doing.

"I said I can't believe that you would do something like this." Turning back to him you waited for him to continue. It was always the same with him. No matter what you did it was such a huge frustration to him, or it reflected badly on him.

"What did I do this time?" You raised your eyebrows, folding your arms over your chest.

"Running away to New York! I could understand, I put too much pressure on you to take the business but this! This is truly revolting," He gestured over at the house where Yoongi was sitting with your mother and grandmother. You knew he disapproved and thought less of you for it but there was no need for him to start some kind of fight over it all.

"You have a life here! You have businesses here waiting for you! You have family here!" Every time you saw him it was the same speech. He had the life he wanted for you planned out by the time you were old enough to walk. It didn't matter if you didn't want that life it was what he wanted for you.

"You should be with family! You only left because you wanted to prove a point. Now drop this stupid story and come home." He continued to rant. Come home. As if this was any kind of home to you with him in it.

"You have a marriage here waiting for you. Trevor was perfect," He announced but you couldn't help but laugh at the thought of being married to Trevor.

"Trevor is gay!" You cut him off. Not that your father was ever going to accept that as an excuse. All he saw was how well the two of you got along so why shouldn't you have gotten married?

"I get that I don't fit your perfect little story of what you have for me anymore but I'm not a little girl dad!" You snapped, finally having enough of the same thing every time.

"I am a grown woman who is old enough to make her own decisions, decide who she wants to marry and do what I want with my life. You made the decision that I would take over the family businesses and I didn't want that." You were going to continue when your dad suddenly screamed at the top of his lungs,

"My daughter will not slut her way to the top!" Taking a step back you couldn't believe he would say that to you.

"I'm sorry that you truly think I would do something like that. That I would care for myself so little to just jump into bed with any man I find." He said nothing as he stared down at the ground, you knew he had no way to fight you back on anything so you shook your head and began walking back to the main house.

"I'm sorry if you don't have MY life planned out anymore dad." Finally, you turned around and headed into the comfort of the warm home. Trying not to let your mother know it ended in another fight.

Jammed into a large and overcrowded bar Yoongi stared around to see men cheering loudly. It looked like a dirty bar out of some old movie he had seen. People drunk and slurring on almost every seat. Loud music blasting from speakers on the ceiling and he was left to sit at a dirty table with Trevor and a bunch of your cousins.

"What is this?" He questioned Trevor who handed set a beer down on the table in front of him.

"A beer-"

"Not the drink, all of this." He gestured around him. The entire bar was packed with people, men were drunk and it wasn't even 1 pm yet. Family members and people he assumed were just from the village he hadn't seen the night before.

"Your stag do!" Confusion took over Yoongi's face as he waited for someone to explain exactly what that meant but Trevor just sat down at the table beside him.

"My what?"

"You know! The big party before you run off to get married! The final night of freedom!" Yoongi still wasn't following along but nodded as he sipped on the beer instantly putting it down as soon as the bitter taste hit his tongue.

"YES! STRIPPER!" Yoongis eyes swelled as he heard men chanting the words. A stripper was the last thing he wanted in the entire world. The music changed to a slow and seductive beat and a woman began to walk onto the stage dressed in a police woman's uniform. Clearly, it was meant to show off everything she had to offer as everyone could see her underwear.

"Min Yoongi!" She yelled as everyone turned to look at him. Trevor patting his back and wolf-whistling loudly to announce that he was there. People began cheering and pushing him up onto the stage to go and be with her. From the moment he stepped on the stage she knew he didn't want to be there so she sat him down onto a chair and straddled one of his thighs.

"Relax baby, it'll be over before you know it." She winked as she began dancing erotically to the music that was playing. Slowly bits and pieces of her clothing began to come off as Yoongi stared at the ceiling. Her body bumping and grinding against him in time to the music while the men cackled loudly and threw money onto the stage for her.

Yoongi clearly wasn't comfortable with anything that was happening in front of him. It wasn't his kind of thing. In all your years of working for him, you knew it wasn't his thing. If you were here you never would have let this happen and he couldn't even think about what was happening to you. Yoongi's mind went back to New York and how well you would handle party invites. Whenever friends or coworkers were having parties he didn't go. He wasn't the party kind of man but you would send gifts in his absence. Giving them whatever you thought was best and then giving Yoongi the receipt so he could speak on the phone about it if they called to thank him.

As soon as the underwear was off he was let off stage and headed straight for the doors. He wasted no time sitting on the porch of the bar wanting nothing more than to go back to the bedroom with you. Learning about your family was much better than sitting in a bar filled with drunken idiots. The fact that he would have rather been alone with you said a lot about him.

While he sat there he looked up to see you sitting at another bar. Outside on the deck staring down at something in your hands. He smiled a little when he saw you dressed in a fake veil and crown. It was something cheesy but it looked adorable. Your friends would walk in and out of the bar yelling congratulations at you either headed in for a drink or headed home. You on the other hand didn't look as though you were happy to be there. You looked as miserable as Yoongi felt and you were. Giant parties where you were the centre of attention wasn't your kind of thing.

"She's nice right?" Yoongi turned to see Trevor and smiled as he nodded at him. Trevor sat down and watched as you got up from the chair and headed back into the bar, not before plastering a giant smile on your face. Yoongi couldn't help but wonder how often you did that at work. How often you would fake being so happy when inside you were miserable.

"One of a kind," Yoongi mumbled as he sipped on a bottle of water.

"The family can be overwhelming at times but they're nice," Trevor explained. Yoongi remembered what you had told him about Trevor. The two of you had dated years ago, it was like ancient history to you now. So Yoongi wondered if he had any tips on how to make you happy, so he could at least use them to be convincing.

"When did you and Y/n date?"

"Back in high school and college. She called it off because I wanted to elope and Y/n wanted something more...She knew what was out there and went for it." The two of them nodded at one another and Yoongi sipped on his water,

"That and I'm gay." A wave of relief washed over Yoongi and he didn't know why. It wasn't as though he saw you in any other way than his assistant.

When Yoongi came back from the stag do he saw you dressed in running gear. Stretching in the front lawn as you got ready to head out for a small jog around the property line.

"Is everything okay with Y/n?" He questioned Gammy when she came out onto the porch with two mugs of hot chocolate, practically steaming the moment they came out into the cold air. Gammy looked over at you as she realised where his eyes were.

"She runs when she's upset, I thought you would have known that," He nodded, frowning. What could have upset you so much you would be willing to run around in the snow,

"I tried to convince her to go into the home gym but she was convinced on going running," She hissed, handing a cup of hot chocolate to him, some of it spilling onto her hand. Yoongi wanted to sit and watch what you did but he began to follow Gammy into the house.

Leading him through the house she left him in the kitchen, mumbling something about missing her soap operas. Yoongi stood there for a moment just looking around at the photos on the wall. Refreshing the names over and over again in his mind when he heard your father. He was grumbling something to your mother. He knew it was rude to listen in on people's conversations but he couldn't help it so he slowly went towards the kitchen door.

"You could at least pretend to be happy for her!" Your mother hissed as she continued to fold up laundry. Staring at your father as he watched the football game on the TV. It was what he always did whenever your mother gave her a lecture. Find something on the TV and pretend to be interested in it.

"She's doing this to be spiteful," He uttered as he began channel flicking through the TV, your mother snapping the remote out of his hands and staring at her husband.

"Says her father who is doing nothing but putting her down! Don't think I didn't hear you! Slut-shaming our daughter!" As your mother tried to continue she was only cut off once again,

"She shouldn't be in New York. She can't handle herself." He mumbled loudly, getting up from the chair. Yoongi moved from the door but not too much. He wanted to hear everything that was going on inside of the room.

"She's not a little girl-"

"I know! She's too busy sleeping around with her boss to deal with everything real in her life!" There was a slam of the washing basket hitting the wooden floor,

"You can't-"

"She's sleeping her way to the top! This isn't how I raised her!" Your father interjected once again, yelling so loudly Yoongi was surprised Gammy didn't come out to see what was going on.

"You will be nice and you will be respectful to Yoongi." The door slammed as your father headed into his office and Yoongi was left standing there. Now he knew why you were so stressed and went for a run in the snow. You shouldn't have to be around for something like that, not when he was supposed to be your father. Taking his hot chocolate, Yoongi began to make his way up to the bedroom, wanting nothing more than to take a hot shower and wash off the feeling of the bar on him.

The steaming shower helped Yoongi relax a lot more than he thought it was going to. It felt as though it had released all of the tension he had been holding in since arriving in Switzerland. Not to mention it was hotter than anything which helped him warm up a bunch. The shower was on its highest setting as he just stood under the showerhead, letting the droplets of water wash over him. He'd been done ten minutes ago but just stood there enjoying the water and the peace he had to himself.

Pulling the curtain back he stared around the room for the towel he thought he'd bought into the room with him,

"Oh fuck," He mumbled as soon as he realised he'd left it sitting on the bed, he was supposed to bring it in with him but he'd rushed to the water. Looking around for anything he could use to cover himself up with he cursed when he found nothing. Not even a small face towel he could at least use to cover his manhood. Yoongi stood at the door, hand resting on the handle as he sort of hyped himself up to go outside and make a run for the bed. It wasn't as though Gammy was going to walk into the room and you were out on your run so he had nothing to worry about.

Coming back from your run all you wanted to do was go upstairs and get into the shower in your room. There was nothing better than a hot shower after a workout in the snow. You were sweaty and stinky and just needed some space to yourself. In the shower you didn't have to pretend to be someone's fiancé, you could just be alone with yourself and your thoughts.

Swinging the door open you almost screamed seeing Yoongi naked in the room. Your hands immediately covered your eyes as you let out a shocked gasp. Yoongi yelled out as he rushed to cover himself with the towel he had come into the room for. You couldn't get the mental image out of your head.

The perfectly toned body, abs and strong biceps dripping in water and then tattoo. A small bird on his peck that looked quite nice. But the reoccurring image of your naked boss was going to be stored in your brain for life. Everything was out on display. Everything.

"Why are you naked!?" You cried out as you kept your hands over your eyes, not wanting to leave anything to chance. You slammed the bedroom door behind you, hoping that Gammy didn't come up to see what the yelling was about.

"I just got out of the shower! Why did you barge in?" He questioned, making sure his towel was secure around his waist. Grabbing clothes and making his way over to the bathroom again,

"It's my room!" You reminded him.

"Nice tattoo by the way! what was it? An owl?" You mumbled sarcastically as he stormed his way over to the bathroom. The door slamming behind him as a signal that he was no longer in the bedroom with you and you were free to look.

The rest of the day had gone by awkwardly, neither of you spoke to one another. Every time you stared at him all you could see was him naked again. Dinner had been the worst point of the night, silence from you and Yoongi combined with the disapproving silence of your father. The only time someone spoke at the table was when Gammy had asked how the parties had been and if either of you had enjoyed them. To which the two of you lied and told her you enjoyed every second of them, even if you didn't. Neither of you wanted to let Gammy down.

Now the two of you were laying in an uncomfortable silence in the bedroom. Staring up at the ceiling as you tried to think of something you could say to him. Yoongi debated mentioning what he had heard your father, he didn't want to create another sore spot for you.

"What's with you and your father?" He asked softly as he played with the ends of the blanket. He wasn't asking to be malicious, it was a serious question.

"We don't need to talk about it," You answered coldly as you added another log to the fireplace looking at it instead of Yoongi.

"We have to get to know each other." Yoongi countered, reminding you of the exam the two of you were going to have when you eventually got married.

"Not about that." You answered plainly. Yoongi sat up in the bed to look at you, he could sense that whatever it was between you and your father there was nothing that would potentially change it.

"Okay so....I love music like I really love music. I make some when I'm not in the office." You turned to look at him wondering where all of this was coming from and he smiled. Seeing you take an interest in what he was saying gave him the encouragement to continue on.

"I have a small set up at my penthouse, it's a huge sound system and recorder and I make music." The thought of Yoongi doing anything other than bark orders at people or read books seemed funny to you but it was interesting to hear about. You knew nothing about his life outside of the business world, you only knew what he let you know.

"You make music? What kind?"

"Sometimes it's songs that I've written but I never really do anything with them." The thought of it alone made you smile. Yoongi singing? Or even listening to music was something that seemed so foreign. Yoongi smiled a little more when he saw you smiling so he kept going.

"I enjoy watching the animal channel, I find that actress...Blake Lively incredibly sexy but her husband is better." You laughed a little as you realised he was opening up to you. Actually telling you things about him that you never would have known about before.

"I hate when women wear high heels to try and look sexy when they clearly aren't comfortable in them." Your mind went straight to Tina who always wore high-heels and short skirts. She was always trying to flaunt in front of everyone in the office, especially to Yoongi. At least now you knew why it never worked.

"I don't like it when people try too hard with me at work, which is why I kept you. You didn't care about trying too hard, you just did your job and went home. It was refreshing," Smiling as you heard him say nice things about you for once you looked at him,

"The tattoo..." He pulled the front of his shirt down to reveal two birds on his peck. It wasn't an owl as you first thought it as.

"It's two crows to represent my parents...They died when I was younger and I always wanted to get something to remember them by," His voice cracked a little as he began to tear up. It was the first time he had openly spoken about his parents with anybody but in a way, he was happy it was with you. Yoongi knew that you would never tell anybody about what he was speaking to you about, he could trust you.

Sucking on his teeth he tried to think of something else he could say to you to try and make you open up a little more, or at least feel like this was going to be an easy time for the two of you. Once you were married you were going to have to see one another a lot at home and he wanted it to be as comfortable as possible for the both of you.

"Let's see what else...I haven't slept with someone in nineteen months," Your mouth hung open at the thought of him not getting laid for that long. Yoongi was handsome and it helped that he was so fit too, how could he not have slept with someone for so long?

"Nineteen months?!"

"You sound shocked," Yoongi laughed as he looked over at you. Surprised when he saw the look of shock plastered across your face.

"You went on a date with that lady from HR..." You remembered because she had been boasting about it to Tina when you'd walked through the office that day.

"You think I sleep with everyone I go to lunch with? By that logic, I should have slept with you a million times by now." The thought made your body heat up inside and a tingle run down your spine.

"Well if it makes you feel any better I haven't slept with someone in almost four years." You mentioned as you laid back down on the floor, pulling the sheets up over your body so you could get comfortable. Now it was Yoongi's turn to be surprised. It wasn't that he took you as the kind of girl to sleep around but he would have thought you'd slept with someone lately.

"By choice?" He questioned slowly, not knowing if it was an okay question for him to ask.

"Yes and no. I don't really like anyone and no one really likes me." He scoffed at the statement as he laid down on the bed, going back to staring at the ceiling.

"Lies! You're gorgeous and I know Luke on our floor has been pining after you for years," The gorgeous comment made your heart flutter more than it should have done. A compliment from Yoongi had to be one of the highest paying compliments someone could ever receive but you ignored it,

"Luke will stick his cock anywhere it lands!" You both laughed at the thought of Luke, he was someone that everyone knew on the office floor.

"Your turn, tell me about you." He urged as he sat there but there was nothing coming from you. He sat back up and found you asleep on the floor, a pillow clutched in your arms.

"That's quite cute," He whispered as he slowly got out of bed to add another blanket around your body, crawling back into the double bed for a good nights sleep.

The following morning you woke up long before Yoongi and began to gather everything you were going to need to make it work. Flashcards were written up with different questions and answers on them, a whiteboard with photos and red ink next to the pictures. Then there were fake stories you'd been coming up with for you and Yoongi, how you had come together as a couple. You'd been awake since 1 am getting things together in a study ready so the two of you could learn everything he needed to know.

By 5 am you were ready for food and headed down to have breakfast to find that the house was empty. Normally by 5, your mother was cooking breakfast or at least having a coffee with Gammy but there was no one around. Even your father's study was empty. A small note on the countertop from your grandmother, her handwriting was a little messy but you could make it out.

Gone into town to get food for dinner, won't be back until later tonight! Have fun! You have the house to yourself! xoxo

Smiling to yourself you headed up to the bedroom. The house to yourself meant you didn't have to limit yourself to the study, you could take Yoongi around the home and point at random pictures to quiz him. Gammy had mentioned the house was empty for other reasons but what she didn't know wasn't going to hurt her.

Yoongi snored into the pillows, lying face down with his head turned to the side so he wouldn't suffocate in his sleep. Choosing to throw a pillow at Yoongi you waited for his reaction but he didn't move. It was as though he hadn't felt it.

"Get up," You yelled out as you threw another pillow at him waiting for him to move but he just grumbled against the covers.

"We have work to do get out of bed." You ordered as you walked over to him, all he did was turn over in the bed and face away from you. Pulling the covers over his head as he pretended not to hear what you were saying.

"Yoongi. Up. Now. We have work to do." The moment he didn't move you dragged the covers off his body and smirked to yourself. Rolling them up into a ball so that you could carry them with you to go and make breakfast while he screamed about being cold.

Yoongi grumbled as he made his way into the kitchen to see you. Folders, photo albums and flashcards were surrounding you as you stared over at him. Sipping on your tenth mug of coffee since 1 that morning.

"The prince finally awakens from his deep slumber." You called out sarcastically as you looked over at him. His eyes were wide as he looked at everything you had collected.

"What's this?" He mumbled picking up one of the photo albums to look inside,

"Study material." You told him as you poured him a mug of coffee if he was going to study he was going to need to be wide awake for it.

"Study?" He arched an eyebrow,

"Everything you're going to need to know about me before we go back to America," He stared at everything to which you were referring. Papers scattered all over the floor, empty coffee cups everywhere. Then there was a whiteboard at the end of the breakfast bar, photos of distant relatives were on the board with names and birthdays written beside them.

"How long have you been working on this?" He put down his mug of coffee and stared at you. A little concerned that all of this seemed like the work of a crazy person.

"Since about 1 am, this is perfect-"

"It looks like a serial killers lair," He cut you off looking at everything once again before he looked at you.

"Shut up and get reading!" Pouring yourself another mug of coffee but Yoongi's hands wrapped around yours, carefully taking the jug away from you.

"I think you've had enough coffee for now." Taking the jug away he poured it into the sink not wanting to know how many you had, had already. Pouting at him you began to ramble on about what the whiteboard was for. That the three images were important people he was going to have to pretend to know.

"My grandpa, my great Gammy and then there's my mum's brother." You began listing off everything you thought he would need to know about them, when they were born, when and how they had died.

"How did we meet?" You questioned as you sat across from Yoongi looking at what he was doing. Yoongi was flicking through flashcards as he tried to memorise everything he could. The fact that you were willing to go through so much trouble for him was giving him a sinking guilty feeling. He didn't want you to have to go through all of this only for him to mess it up so he was going to do the best that he could.

"At work-"

"Wrong!" You yelled loudly as you put the papers down onto the countertop. You were sitting crossed legged on the marble kitchen-counter-top staring at him, the coffee was really starting to go to your head. You were louder and more obnoxious than normal.

"What do you mean wrong?" Yoongi whined looking at you, he couldn't see any reason why that could be a wrong answer. It was the truth.

"We can't say we met at work because that would be against HR rules and then we would get fired." His mouth formed an O shape as he nodded his head. You had a point there. All of this was to stop him from losing his job he didn't need this being the reason he was fired.

"Then we met somewhere else, at an art gallery or bumped into one another at a museum. We met, and I had no idea that you would be working for me..." You nodded along to what he was saying, museums or an art gallery were something you could swing. The two of you enjoyed that sort of thing and it wasn't something the government would be able to check. It wasn't as though you had to sign in everywhere you went and thousands if not millions of people went to museums all of the time. They weren't going to search the cameras for you two.

"Then when we got to work and realised who we were we kept our distance and tried to reframe from dating." He continued on, enjoying the fact that he could come up with some kind of story on the spot like this.

"I like it, keep going." You mentioned as you popped some grapes into your mouth, watching Yoongi as he thought of something else on the spot.

"We dated for almost five years in secrecy keeping everything hidden and on the fourth year is when I asked you to marry me, no longer able to keep everything hidden. Because our love was too strong,"

"This sounds like something out of one of Gammy's soaps." It wasn't anything too dramatic and it was so out of it that it would just work.

"I may have watched one with her last night," Yoongi had found it hard to sleep the night before and went for a cup of hot milk only for Gammy to invite him to watch Dramas. The two of them had sat together for two hours watching episode after episode until she finally fell asleep.

"What do we like about one another?" The difficult question because while you knew everything about Yoongi there was little he knew about you.

"I'll go first..." You directed it as a question and Yoongi nodded at you, eating some of the grapes you'd put out for you both.

"I like that you work out every day, it shows that you have loyalty to something and that you care about yourself. I like how when you're listening to the classical radio you'll sometimes start pretending to play the instruments." The thought of it alone made you smile, you remember catching him while he was on hold once pretending to play the violin along to the soundtrack that was blasting through the call.

"Or when you're in a boring meeting you'll turn to me and start pulling funny faces just to make us both laugh when we're really not supposed to be laughing." Yoongi never knew how much you paid attention to the little things and neither did you. Not until you spoke everything out loud and remembered the nice things about him. Too often you only remembered the mean and cold things he had done but there was good in him too.

"Your turn." You cleared your throat sipping on the hot chocolate. Yoongi had swapped it out for your coffee deciding it would be better if you stayed on top of things instead of off your rocker on coffee. He needed you to be in the present with him and speaking a slow form of English.

"I like when you're working on something you're not supposed to be working on you'll sneakily look around to see if I'm watching you. You'll be working super hard and randomly look up...Kind of like a meercat..."

"When you're listening to something intently you'll slowly begin to play with something in your hand. A pen, pencil even your little name badge. Then there's the thing when you're mumbling along to something you're watching on your phone." He smiled as he stared down at the bowl of grapes, forgetting for a moment that you were listening to him as he kept listing things he liked about you.

"Your nose scrunches up whenever you drink something too hot or eat something too spicey. Then when you're talking to Tina you'll randomly pull faces at her behind her back because of how annoying she is," The longer he went on the more you began to realise just how much attention he paid to you at work. That he didn't just ignore everyone and focus on himself, he actually paid attention.

Clearing your throat you nodded and bit your lip, staring at the papers in front of you trying to focus on what you had been talking about but it was hard. Hard knowing that he could say all of those nice things about you when you had only said a couple about him.

"Favourite colour, book, food, movies..." Yoongi said as he took the papers out of your hands and began reading,

"Your favourite colour is baby blue, your favourite book is that...What is it? It's that series that's probably meant for little kids-"

"Harry Potter is not for little kids," You cut him off and he smirked, nodding his head

"From that, I'm going to assume they're your favourite movies too and food...You always order the same meal for lunch every day without fail so I'm going to say..." Thinking back on all of the times he'd seen you eating he smiled. The same lunch every day, he knew because he could smell every single topping you had on it.

"Pizza." Then he began to list all of the toppings that you had, making your mouth drop open a little.

"Your turn," He smirked at you. It was kind of like a game now, to see who knew each other better and there was no way you knew Yoongi as much as you thought you did. Smirking back at him you began to list everything off,

"Favourite colour is white your favourite book is probably our most recently published, "Between a laugh and a tear," and your favourite food is Manduguk. You have me order it from the same place." You smiled triumphantly as you began thinking about movies he could possibly like.

"You don't watch movies much but..." You dragged out the last word as you thought back on everything he had said to you the night before,

"I'm going to go with anything with Blake Lively or her husband." This time you smirked at Yoongi and he pouted a little, it felt as though he was losing the game.

"When and where was our first date?" He read out loud as he looked over at you. Biting down on your lip you remembered where Yoongi had said you met,

"We could say the museum...We met, went for lunch and when we met was our date." You suggested as he shook his head,

"No, no, it has to be big because this is me we're talking about, I would take you somewhere big, somewhere fancy." Laughing at him softly he continued on with a story he had plotted in his head.

"I took you to this huge fancy restaurant in New York but you ended up not liking it because it was too fancy so we went downtown to have a burger that you insisted on me getting..." Nodding to show him that you were following along,

"I got food posioning so we spent three days in your apartment, you looked after me and I looked after you." The idea was crazy but it would just about work. Something so unbelievable that it had to be real.

"How often do we talk on the phone. They'll check the phone records..." He mumbled as you fed him a grape,

"Good thing you call me at least 15 times a day when we're at work then," You said sarcastically as you began eating some more grapes.

"Last one before we break! Do we have any hidden talents?" You stared at him, trying to think of something he could have as a hidden talent.

"Songwriting."

"Singing. I've heard you sometimes." You smiled as you looked at him. You never would have taken him as someone to listen to you when no one else paid attention to the little things around him but he was full of surprises.

Sitting closer to one another you poured him coffee when you heard the door opening. You hadn't even noticed that the day had almost passed. The two of you had just been sitting and talking as though you were old friends. He told you about his time in Korea and you told him about your life in Switzerland.

"Get ready to cook!" Gammy screamed from the foyer. Your eyes locked with Yoongi as you scrambled to put the papers away, rushing them into a bag and throwing them into the nearby room neither of you noticing the immigration questionnaire sitting on the floor just out of sight.

"We're ready Gammy!" Yoongi called out as he stood with his arm around your waist, you looked up at him with loving eyes at the small gesture. It was the first time you'd heard him call your Grandma Gammy the whole time he had been there. Gammy stopped in the door as she watched you both, smirking a little before walking over to Yoongi and patting his chest.

"You're adorable. You're both on desserts tonight! I want cupcake making and not just those shitty little ones! Real cupcakes! With rose-shaped icing! Y/n knows how to do it she can teach you." You nodded as Yoongi looked shocked at the thought of you baking.

"You can go and cook in the smaller kitchen we'll use the large one." Your father came into the room with his hands buried in his pockets, he hated the thought of having a big meal together not when he didn't approve. He watched the two of you as you took ingredients and you began explaining why there was a smaller kitchen in the house. Glancing down to the floor your father frowned seeing papers on the floor so he pulled them over with his foot and bent down to pick it up smirking to himself. So this was why you were doing it. None of it was because of real love at all.

The two of you sat there waiting for the cupcakes to bake and Yoongi looked at you. While you were teaching him the batter you spoke about his life in South Korea and his family instead of your own this time.

"When we were going through the albums there was one of you and your dad baking...Did he teach you?" You looked at him out of the corner of your eye, it wasn't something you spoke about much. Your father was a sore subject but you nodded your head slowly.

"Yeah."

"Has he always been this mean to you?" You looked at him and smiled weakly. It wasn't that he was always mean but he was always tough on you. You figured it was because he wanted a son instead of a daughter and was stuck with you.

"There was a time when I was his little girl when he was nice...But once I turned 16 and realised I didn't have to do everything he told me to do, it changed..." You mumbled as you remembered the day the photo was taken. Eight years old and being screamed at because you let the cupcakes burn as if it was an eight-year-olds fault and not her fathers.

"He yelled at me that day the photo was taken because I burnt the cupcakes...I was 8 and had no idea what I was doing..." Yoongi wanted to reach out and hug you but he stopped himself. You weren't at the hugging stage of any friendship and Yoongi wasn't the type of person to hug anyone.

"He had everything planned for me, my life here and I just didn't want it -" Yoongi moved to say something but as he stretched out his arm it hit the bag of icing sugar. Sending it flying onto the floor spilling down you and your clothes making you squeal at the sudden food attack.

"Yoongi!" You cried out as you picked up a hand full of flour, staring at him as he began shaking his head and holding out his hands for you to stop.

"No! No I didn't mean to I was-" He stopped when you threw the flour in his face. Spitting out a cloud of flour a smirk began to turn up on his face as he looked at you. Panic washed over your face as you could see how serious he looked.

"You're going down." He grabbed some flour flicking it at you as you screamed, both of you flicking flour and icing sugar back and forth at one another. Racing around the small kitchen as you threw random food items at one another until you picked up eggs. Your hands ready to aim them at him,

Gammy smirked from the doorway as she saw the two of you together. The plan was working and she couldn't have been happier,

"Put. The eggs. Down." She warned as she walked further into the room, holding out her hands for the eggs but neither you nor Yoongi moved. Still aiming at one another in case the other made a sudden movement.

"Go and shower, use my bathroom its the one with the jets in the shower." You smiled at Gammy who took the eggs out of your hands, shaking her head at the two of you playfully.

"I'll take the cupcakes out and you can decorate them when you've cooled down." She smirked at you as Yoongi walked out of the room first.

"You know how to work the jets?" She teased as she began to clean up all of the flour and icing sugar that was covering the floors and counters

"You started it," You giggled as you walked up the staircase towards all of the bedrooms, your grandmothers being on the third floor and yours on the second you stopped on the landing. Yoongi stood beside you as he laughed softly.

"I did not, you did,"

"You threw a bag of icing sugar at me." You reminded him and he shook his head,

"I was trying to hug you," You almost burst into laughter at the thought of Yoongi trying to hug somebody.

"Please like I'm ever going to believe that you wanted to hug me..." An awkward silence filled the landing area as you looked away from him. You pointed to the staircase as you began to speak,

"You can go and use Gammy's shower. The jets are really good for muscles...N-Not that I know you have them but I know you work out-" He smiled as you began to ramble a little about his muscles, deciding to save you from the embarrassment he cut you off.

"Relax...Thanks," He smiles before heading off towards the staircase not noticing you watching him walk away from you.

As you stood in the shower letting the water hit your body you couldn't help but think about Yoongi. How much fun you were having with him there. Instead of being home and having an awful time because of your father, you were quite enjoying yourself. Letting go and having fun with someone you never thought would have fun in a million years. There was something about having him around that felt as though you'd never had this much fun at home, not for a long time at least.

Yoongi bit down on his lip just letting the water hit him in the face. You were right about the jets, they were really good for his muscles but that wasn't what he was focused on. The fact that he was having fun with you and your family was beginning to set in. He realised that you weren't just some person that worked for him. That you were kind and sweet and had a family that was willing to do anything for you. Then he couldn't help but think about your little food fight in the kitchen, it wasn't spiteful but just playing around with one another. Genuine smiles and laughter instead of the fake things you had been doing in front of everyone. It was real. The feeling he was getting inside of his chest for you. Was real.

"Here," Yoongi pulled a chair out for you and sat a napkin down on your lap. The two of you had come down late to dinner but it looked as though Gammy wasn't bothered since she thought you were together in the shower.

"This is our first time trying to make any of this so we hope it's okay." Your mum said as she began setting covered trays onto the table. Frowning you watched her, she was an excellent cook What could she possibly have been making that she wasn't so sure about? Gammy came in with the last tray, fully decorated cupcakes and smiled. She must have finished them off when she realised the two of you weren't coming down as quickly as she thought.

"Have you revealed it yet?" Gammy questioned, your mother shook her head before removing the lids from each of the trays Revealing home-cooked Korean foods. Yoongi's mouth practically watered from the sight. The only home-cooked Korean food he got was in a small restaurant in New York and even that was every once in a blue moon. It had been far too long since anyone had ever cooked something like this for him or even took the time to cook for him. It took time and effort to create a three-course meal that your mother had created. Herself and Gammy had spent most of the day cooking in town so that it could ready for when you came down from showering.

"Mum-" You were going to say it might have been too much but Yoongi's hand squeezed yours,

"Thank you, thank you so much." Yoongi cut you off as he began smiling and looking at you. He never would have expected something like this and it made him feel a little guilty that they were willing to do this for him.

"Here," He pulled your chair closer to him and wrapped his arm around the back of your chair. Your father was nowhere to be seen so your only thoughts were that he was working or didn't want to eat with you.

"What?" You giggled realising how close you were sitting to Yoongi, looking at him and frowning.

"Try this," Picking up some Gimbap with his chopsticks he fed them to you making you moan out at the taste.

"Mum! This is actually pretty good." You laughed as Yoongi pushed some more Gimbap into your mouth.

"I got some tips from local chefs while we stole their kitchens for the day," She stated as she began to load up a plate with some food.

"We also made Man-...Man-"

"Manduguk?" You questioned as your mother nodded, a smile began to spread over your face. It was a shame how much they were treating him like real family when all of this was fake.

"Yoongis favourite," You breathed out as he began to keep feeding you and himself some of the Gimbap. Pure joy and happiness spread all over his face at the mention of his favourite food and he got ready to eat.

"Is it okay down there? Is it comfortable?" Yoongi asked suddenly as you both laid in silence, just staring at the ceiling. You bit down on your lip looking over at the bed.

"What? the floor?" He nodded his head before realising that you couldn't see him and spoke,

"Yeah."

"No...I get a bad back but it's fine I can-" Cutting you off suddenly it shocked you at what he was about to say.

"Come up here...We can put pillows between us...You can trust that I won't do anything." Nodding at him you got up from the floor, laying blankets on the bed and Yoongi placed pillows between you both.

A large pillow between you and Yoongi and you laid there for hours, just listening to him talk about when he first moved to America and how he'd become a CEO of a book publishing company. The more he spoke the more relaxed you began to feel, not realising how truly relaxing his voice was to you until you were almost out cold.

Gammy was awake before everyone else that morning, she knew that it was going to be a lovely day for the two of you. She had everything planned out for the two of you. A nice gift sitting on the breakfast tray, she needed you both out of the house for the day.

Slowly pushing the door open she frowned seeing you and Yoongi laying in the same bed together. Yoongi had his arm around your waist and your face was buried into his chest. Blankets covering you both as you snuggled close as if your lives depended on it. Smirking to herself she carefully set the tray of fruits and coffee onto the nightstand before turning to leave. She couldn't help but smile at the thought of you two finally sleeping together in the same bed. She was no idiot, she knew you had been staying on the floor for the first couple of nights.

The door shutting softly woke Yoongi up and he whined a little when he felt how close you were to him, his arms around you as he looked down at you sleeping with your head on his chest. Although it was hotter in the bed with you beside him, he couldn't help but smile to himself as he slowly ran his fingers up and down your arms. Laying back against the pillows he was enjoying the feeling of having you lay there. It was something he'd never experienced before, just someone to wake up to in the mornings. Someone to sleep beside, he'd slept better than he ever had in years.

"You sleep like a rock," He whispered when he noticed you hadn't moved. Your hands clenched onto the shirt he was wearing as you dreamt about something. Yoongi smiled, even more, when you mumbled something in your eyes. Your eyes beginning to flutter which meant you were waking up. Yoongi quickly shut his eyes, pretending to be asleep instead of watching you.

Squinting your eyes open you frowned when you realised you were cradled in Yoongi's arms as though you were a real couple. Relishing it for a brief moment you smiled to yourself as you heard his heart beating inside of his chest. Whatever he was dreaming about must have been exciting, his heart was racing.

Carefully manoeuvring out of his arms and back to your side of the bed not wanting to annoy him by being so close you did your best not to wake him. The deal was no cuddling and you had done the exact opposite in your sleep. Not that either of you could have helped it, you were both active in your sleep.

Turning to look at the bedside table and you smiled seeing breakfast waiting for you. A spread of fruits and yoghurts were waiting for you. It was a good thing the two of you had shared the bed, there would be too many questions as to why you were on the floor if they had seen.

Reaching across for the envelope you smiled when you saw your Grandmothers handwriting on the front.

To the Future Mr and Mrs Min.

Yoongi heard you pick something up and decided it was time for him to "wake up". Humming he rolled and looked at you. Your head was looking down at something in your hand so he put on his best morning voice act.

"What's that?" The sudden voice made you jump a little but you held up the envelope for him to see.

"Gift from Gammy," You mumbled as you pulled the envelope open to look at what was inside. You frowned seeing a huge itinerary. Your names were written at the top of the sheet with a list of everything you would be doing for the day.

"It's a couples thing," You whispered as you showed him the sheet of paper. Breakfast was to be eaten within the next hour and then Gammy would be coming to get you both out of bed.

"Face masks, massages, saunas and much more." You told him as you sat up in the bed and bought the tray onto the bed. Setting it on your legs and looking to Yoongi as you placed food into your mouth.

"A huge pamper day?" He chuckled a little, it had been a while since he'd gotten a day of just relaxation therapy.

"Then ending it with a romantic hot air balloon ride." Your stomach dropped as you could see the pure fear residing on Yoongi's face so you shook your head.

"I'll get us out of that. I don't want you to be uncomfortable." You promised as you handed him the bowl of grapes to eat from. If Grammy had prepared breakfast she was going to want you to finish it all.

"Gammy I don't think Yoongi would like the last thing you have planned for us," You mentioned as you followed her around the foyer, she was cleaning up when you came down to see her. Yoongi said he would stay behind and make sure you had everything you would need for the day ahead.

"A hot air balloon ride, it's romantic," She complained at you turning to look at you sadly. She'd had everything planned with the spa and Terry, someone who worked down in the town.

"He's scared of heights...Maybe we can swap it for another family meal. He really enjoyed last night." You told her as you waited for Yoongi to come down from the bedroom. She began walking towards the kitchen and bit down on her lip.

"Sure. Are you sure he enjoyed it?" Since it was almost anything he had talked about the night before you nodded your head. Yoongi hadn't had a family meal in years so it was fun for him to finally get some time with family members.

"Yes, I haven't seen him smile like that in a while. Can you get the recipes for me?" If the two of you were going to live together back in New York you might as well make sure you had food that he was going to enjoy back there.

"Maybe we could make something, I'll force your father into coming too." She laughed a little pouring herself a mug of coffee but you shook your head.

"Don't. If he's not happy for me I don't want him there," You told her with a serious look on your face.

"You don't mean that, he's going to walk you down the aisle."

"He's not invited if this is how he treats his daughter and her future husband." You told her as you glanced over your shoulder. Yoongi walking towards you with a shoulder bag looking down into it to make sure he had everything. He thought he'd grabbed everything you were going to need but he wanted to triple check.

"I got you some comfy clothes for after and I bikini in case there's a pool or a hot tub." You smiled at him, leaning up and kissing his cheek in front of Gammy. The two of you were doing your best to seem overly loving and couply together.

"Thanks, babe," You whispered as he pulled you into a side hug, arm wrapping around your waist as he kissed your cheek again. It was beginning to feel natural for him to have his arm around you or his hands on you.

"You kids have fun today. This is a day for relaxing and enjoying time together." She ordered as she began walking you both towards the Foyer. Your father watching you closely as you held hands with one another, eyeing you up until he could no longer see you.

A cable cart and a boat ride later and the two of you were sitting in one of the spas in town. It wasn't the biggest place in the world and you were sure Yoongi had been to much fancier places but to you this was luxurious.

"You know it was really nice of your Gammy to organise all of this," He spoke as he looked at you. You were nervously playing with the ends of your shirt.

"Yeah, I guess." The guilt was setting in that you were faking all of this. If she ever found out she would have a heart attack. The thought of her finding out was killing you inside. Yoongi reached his hand out and touched your hands to stop you from fiddling too much.

"I know it's hard on you...I promise I'll make it all up to you." His voice sounded sincere as he promised you something he could never keep. There was nothing he could do to make up for the guilt you were going to feel inside when it came to light nothing was real.

As you were about to say something a door creaked open and a lady stood there with a smile on her face. She was dressed in all white and had a clipboard in her hand,

"Mr and Mrs Min-"

"We're not married yet." You said in unison causing her to hum as she nodded for you to follow her through the door. The place was huge on the inside. Nothing you would have imagined from the look of it. All of the hallways looked the same with doors everywhere, something out of Alice in wonderland.

"You'll be in changing room 5," A key was placed into your hand and she smiled even more at the two of you.

"Someone will come along to get you for your facials, and foot massages." You smiled and thanked her before opening the door to changing room 5. It was something small and intimate. One locker, one bathroom and one shower that would be exposed to the room if it not had been for the curtain. The bathroom was the only source of isolation you were going to get away from Yoongi.

"I'll change in the bathroom." You spoke to Yoongi as you realised it was a couples retreat so no room for privacy. Why would a couple want to change in different rooms if they were coming here together?

"This...This feels amazing," You almost moaned out as you laid on the massage table, beside yours was Yoongi who let out a hum in agreement with you. Two masseuses were working on the two of you. You'd already had your face masks and feet massages and you were onto the next form of pampering.

"I can't remember the last time I ever did something like this," Yoongi whined as the woman massaging him hit one of the spots that were clearly sensitive for him.

"I've never done something like this," You admitted as you took in a deep breath.

"You live in new york, do you know how many massage parlours there are." You laughed at him as you thought back on your time in New York. Barely time for yourself to eat let alone go for a massage somewhere.

"My boss-" Turning your head to look at him you smirked, teasing him was going to be fun.

"My boss is a huge pain in the ass, makes me work most weekends and stops me from having much of actual life." You explained as he laughed from his chair. Not moving as he thought about all of the times he made you work overtime.

"Your boss sounds like an ass."

"He was...But I'm slowly learning more about him and he's opening up...He's not all that bad," You smiled as you went back to your resting position. It was the truth, the more time you spent with Yoongi the more you began to realise he wasn't as awful as you had once thought.

"Maybe he'll stop being so hard on you now."

"I hope so," You smiled before placing your head back into the slot it was supposed to be in and let your masseuse do her jobs. Small whines and moans of pleasure leaving your lips whenever she hit one spot you needed her the most.

The sauna was the best part of the day and also the last. The two of you were laying on the benches relaxing and enjoying your time together. Your head resting on one of the pillows that were provided while Yoongi laid with his head on the bench itself.

"Why do people like this?" You complained as you shifted on your spot, the towel you were wearing was sticking to your body and you felt as though you were about to melt into a puddle.

"Because they're relaxing," Yoongi mumbled as he took in a deep breath finding no issue with being inside of the sauna.

"I'm sweaty and gross," You grumbled at him,

"You could never be gross besides it helps relieve stress, fight illness, flush toxins out through your sweat." Choosing to ignore his comment you shook your head,

"Gross," you whined wanting to get out but feeling far too relaxed to actually move from the spot you were laying in.

"And yet you're still here," Yoongi laughed as he shook his head at you.

"I thought this was supposed to be relaxing." You told him as you closed your eyes doing your best to relax.

"It is when someone isn't speaking all of the time," Yoongi stared over at you raising his eyebrow. You could already tell Yoongi was staring at you and you giggled at the thought of it.

"Don't stare at me like that," He scoffed laying back down,

"You don't even have your eyes open." He grumbled at you,

"I know you're staring, I look incredibly sexy while I'm sweating right." Yoongi laughed at you and shook his head not saying a word.

"How was your day?" Gammy asked as she plated you up a plate of roast dinner. The house smelt like it used to when you were a child. Fresh cooked food and candles that were burning a familiar scent.

"Lovely, I don't think she ever wanted to leave Gammy. She looked so relaxed." Yoongi answered as he looked over at you, you were pouting about being home so soon. After all of the complaining you had done in the Sauna Yoongi would have thought you would be relieved to leave.

"I might have to live there," You told her as you sat down beside Yoongi at the table, sipping on the small glass of water that was in front of you.

"You can't, you'll get all wrinkly in the sauna." Yoongi teased, handing you some of the gravy for your dinner.

"Besides we have a surprise for you," Gammy said as she sat down at the table. Looking at your mother and father and then back at you both. It was something that all three of them had been walking about all day.

"We want you to have the wedding here...This weekend." You stared at Gammy and dropped the fork that was in your hand. The wedding? There? Your father smirked a little, this was going to be his way of insisting upon it. To see if he could call your bluff on the whole thing. It was his idea from the start but he had masked it as a way of making it up to you in front of your mother.

"What? Why?" You questioned as Yoongi stayed silent on the whole thing. His hand reaching for yours on the table to try and calm you down but you didn't even feel him there.

"Because it's lovely here, that way we'll all get to be at your wedding." The idea of the courtroom wedding was fading away quickly as you heard Gammy speak. It was something she had always planned for you. Money in the jar for your wedding day.

"Think of how amazing the photographs would be in the snow! The family could come, friends," Your mother said excitedly as your father took a mouthful of his scotch just watching you squirm in your seat.

"What about our friend in new york?" You tried to counter but your mother scoffed, shaking her head and waving her hand dismissing the thought.

"Please you hate everyone there." Your mother scoffed,

"You've always dreamed of having a snow wedding in the barn! You used to play dress up." Your father chimed in and you shook your head. There was absolutely no reason for him getting involved as he sat there with the haughtiest look on his face.

"That was a long time ago." You snapped not even looking in his direction as you tried to convey with your mother why this would be a bad idea.

"Don't you want us there?" Gammy sounded hurt as she looked at you,

"We were going to have a small wedding, nothing big." You whined looking to Yoongi for help but he stayed silent looking at your grandmother.

"We'll take care of everything you won't have to worry about a single thing." Your mother mentioned as you sighed.

"I don't have a dress, Yoongi doesn't have a suit," You were doing everything you could to get out of having the wedding there.

"I can alter my dress" Gammy mentions,

"I'll take Yoongi suit shopping," Your father piped up again. This time your head shot around to look at him and you almost slammed your hand onto the table.

"Why you?"

"Because I'm the man. He'll need a man's opinion," Yoongi took your hand and squeezed it as if letting you know that it was okay. If there was something he wanted he wanted you to be happy. If a wedding with family and in the snow made you happy he was going to give that to you.

"We could do it, it would be nice to have your family with us," You stared at him and blinked. You couldn't believe that he was okay with all of this happening.

"But I thought you wanted small," Your eyes begged him to say no to all of this,

"I want your family there." He was being genuine as he looked at you, smiling at the thought of having a family around for a wedding. Yoongi never would have thought it would get married so a fake wedding with a fake family was appealing to him.

"It's settled!" Your father cheered, clapping his hands together wanting everyone to continue on with eating their meals.

Yoongi laid awake staring at the ceiling while you cuddled into the sheets around you. The two of you had gotten back to the room and hadn't spoken a word to one another since you were angry that he was making you go through with this. A wedding in a courthouse was fine but in front of your family? It felt wrong.

His eyes landed on you and he sighed. He couldn't clear his head to get to sleep and there was guilt building inside of him. Your family seemed so loving towards you and you were both about to lie to their faces.

Taking a deep breath he got out of bed, leaving his checkered pants on and grabbing a large coat so he could go for a walk around the property to clear his head. The fresh air would do him some good. Help him think things through for a while.

As he was about to head around the side of the house he saw a bright light coming from the burn. Trudging through the snow he frowned when he saw Gammy sitting beside a large fire pit. She had her hands clasped together as she mumbled something he couldn't quite understand.

"What are you doing?" He questioned as he grabbed a blanket that was sitting on a chair beside her, he laid it over her body. Gammy smiled up at him, patting his hand as a silent thank you.

"I'm giving thanks to the universe for bringing you both together.." She looked at him and nodded to the chair beside her but he stayed standing.

"You may not have seen it at first but now you do. Now you see how much you truly love her." She spoke as she looked back at the fire. Yoongi figured she was speaking about how you used to say you hated him to them all and now you were in love with him but she wasn't. She was referring to how you were clearly beginning to fall for one another whether you saw it or not. That you would eventually realise what was happening.

"You should give thanks...The universe does so much for us and we offer hardly anything in return." Yoongi smiled sitting down on the chair beside her. Holding his hands up to the fire to warm up a little. There was one thing wrong with it though, he had no idea what to say or do.

"What shall I say?"

"You say whatever you feel is right to you. How you truly feel." Yoongi smiled as he closed his eyes. Taking in a deep breath before thinking about you.

"Thank you for making someone so kind and sweet as Y/n." He relaxed a little in his chair, remembering all of the time you had spent together over the years.

"Someone who is kind and sweet to everyone she meets. Someone I know that I can turn to whenever I need a friend, advice, help or everything that life throws at me." Gammy smiled to herself just watching the way he spoke about you. There was clearly something other than co-workers and a fake relationship that was going on.

"Thank you for bringing me someone so wonderful who is willing to do anything to make me happy even if sometimes it makes her unhappy...I promise to do everything I can to make her happy too." Yoongi paused for a moment as he could feel his heart beginning to flutter at the thought of you.

"Y/n is one of the best things you could have ever done for me, she's made me feel at home for the first time in years and her family make me feel as though I am no longer alone in the world." Gammy slowly got up from the chair and left him there to speak, he continued on not realising she was gone. Everything he was saying was true and he was beginning to realise his true feelings.

"This is the time where you have to be separated. I'm not having Yoongi see the dress you will be wearing," Gammy said as she looked at you and Yoongi standing hand in hand in the middle of the town centre. Yoongi and you had been dragged shopping with Gammy and your mother. The wedding was in two nights and you had to make sure everything was ready before then. Gammy had you up at 5 am making breakfast with her while she told you about what they had planned for the barn.

"But we want to go ring shopping together," You told Gammy as you looked from Yoongi to her but she was sticking to her guns.

"Tough we have alterations to get prepared for." Your grandmother began pulling you away from Yoongi and you gulped. Yoongi being alone with your father wasn't ideal especially since your father wasn't around at the moment. He was supposed to come with you on the boat but ended up staying behind because he had business calls. That was how things worked, he would put all business before anything else in his life. Which left Yoongi alone with your cousins that were going to help him decide on a tux.

"It's okay, I'll be okay," Yoongi whispered when you walked over to him to give him a final hug.

"If he shows up and starts bothering you I'll kill him." You whispered back to him as you continued to hold onto one another. Gammy finally prying you away as she mumbled something about the dress.

"Focus on your dress," Yoongi murmured in your ear before going off with your cousin in the direction of a ring store, he was going to find something perfect for you.

"What are you thinking about getting her?" Your cousin questioned as he looked through the cabinets. He probably wasn't the best person to take shopping for all of this since he was only 17 and didn't care about the whole thing. Though Gammy had threatened to take away everything he loved if he wasn't on his best behaviour throughout the trip.

"I'm not sure," Yoongi uttered as he looked through some of the cabinets in front of him. The ring you were wearing was already such a statement piece he knew he wasn't going to be able to outdo it. Something simple would be good to make the ring you already have stand out.

"I'll get us a matching gold band." He mumbled looking through the glass cabinets. Each of the bands was different in some kind of way.

"A golden band? No engravement?" The jeweler asked as Yoongi looked up. The small man had grey hair and looked as old as the shop. Yoongi went to speak when he happened to look out of the window behind the small man. You were standing there with Trevor in the middle of the street.

The two of you standing closer than ever as he spoke to you about something Yoongi couldn't hear. Your hand resting on Trevor's arm as you threw your head back in a fit of laughter. Even though Yoongi knew Trevor was gay he couldn't help but bubble up with jealously seeing you laugh so hard at someone else's jokes.

"Yoongi?" Your cousin spoke out as he looked at where he was glancing.

"Sorry...Could you erm...Could I have whatever I want to be carved into it?" The jeweller nodded and began writing down what Yoongi asked to be put onto the bands. Something he thought would be sweet once you looked back on it one day.

Spotting that you were alone Yoongi walked over to you. Your cousin was distracted by a group of teenage girls standing outside the suit shop he was supposed to be going into. Trevor had just walked away from you and you turned to look at Yoongi, smiling.

"Must be nice catching up with him. You look happy." He looked at you trying to mask the sound of his jealously with a smile.

"He makes me happy," You laughed softly glancing around to make sure Gammy wasn't noticing you both together.

"Must bring up old feelings?" You shook your head,

"You mean if he wasn't gay?" You joked poking Yoongi's cheeks softly as he pulled you to stand beside him on the path.

"You know what I mean...You could have had all this life and you didn't. You gave it up...Does being here make you want to come back?" It was Yoongi's way of asking if you were sure about marrying him without saying it out loud to you.

"This life involved my father dictating everything." You reminded him as you shook your head. There was nothing on this earth that could make you come back here to live under your father's rules. Nothing.

"That's true." He looks at you a little sadly and you smiled weakly at him. You'd been through all of this before with him,

"My father wanted everything planned out for me Yoongi. He wanted me to marry someone who approved of..." You looked towards the direction Trevor had wandered off in,

"He wanted me to take over family businesses that I never wanted that," You looked at the shops your family owned and shook your head before turning back to Yoongi who seemed to smile a little.

"So you're happy in New York?"

"More than happy...I promise." Yoongi was about to say something else when he noticed Gammy storming towards you both with an angry look on her face.

"You're on you're own." He said quickly before heading towards the suit shop, grabbing your cousin by the back of his shirt and dragging him into the store with him so that neither of them had to face Gammy.

Your father walked into the suit shop and smiled when he saw Yoongi standing in an all-black suit with a white shirt on. A bow tie was being held up to his neck before being replaced by a tie.

"I'm sorry I've been so hard on you and Y/n." Yoongi turned to look at your father a little shocked. Shocked that he'd bothered to come down to the suit shop and shocked that he was apologising to him. Something didn't sit right with Yoongi.

"She's my little girl. I hate to see her so grown-up" Yoongi ignored the begging question inside of him about why he had called you a slut or accused you of using Yoongi to get to the top. If your father was trying to be pleasant the least Yoongi could do was try and be pleasant back to him.

"We should come to New York at the holidays," Your father spoke as he began playing around with the hangers in the back of the store. The moment he found those papers on the floor he knew there was something going on so he was going to try and call your bluff on everything. Starting with Yoongi.

"No..." Your father smirked a little with his back turned to Yoongi,

"We should- We should come to you," Yoongi turns to look at him straight on, your father turned to face him also.

"We can bring some cookies, keep the whole family together...Besides, it'll be nice to have real snow instead of New York sludge." Father stiffened in place as he realised Yoongi is playing into it really well. There was no use in trying to call his bluff when he was so adamant on it.

"Well, I'm sure Y/n would love to come home more often." Your father stammered out as he looked down at his watch pretending as though he had somewhere to be.

"She's always told me how badly she wants to come home. She misses it here," Yoongi lied as he looked at your father who seemed to be fidgeting around.

"Not enough to stay," Your father snapped suddenly making Yoongi raise an eyebrow. Was he really that angry you wouldn't come home? With the way he treated you...Was he truly surprised you never wanted to go back home?

"But she's happy in New York isn't that what really matters?" Your father said nothing more to Yoongi as he stormed out of the store, slamming the door behind him.

"You look stunning." Your mother whispered as you came out into the wedding dress-shop floor. Holding the front of the dress up as you walked towards a small step. The dress was something you had always dreamed of wearing since you were a little girl. A vintage wedding dress. Lace applique with a short train at the back. Lace sleeves with an illusion neckline, sheer back and corset closure. It was everything you could have wanted and more only it was a little bigger on you.

"Gammy I've dreamed of wearing this since I was a little girl." You reminded her as she helped you stand up on a step, holding your hand carefully as she teared up a little.

"Which is why I want you to have it for this wedding. You and Yoongi at the perfect couple." You smiled weakly at the thought of her thinking you were perfect together. It couldn't have been further from the truth.

"When I wore this I was pregnant so I'll have some major alterations to do." She uttered as she began to take in the waistline of the dress, pinning it into place and mumbling measurements to herself.

"You and Yoongi seem so happy together...I'm sure you never truly hated him." Your mother announced as she sat down on a small sofa watching your Grandmother work.

"He's grown on me a lot." You smiled as you stared down at the floor thinking about how close you and Yoongi had grown with one another.

"Sounds like me and your father, we hated each other." You knew the story all too well.

Your father was an arse to your mother in college, whenever he would see her he would say the most outrageous pickup lines to her to try and win her over. When he finally got a date with her he ended up standing her up and she hated him for almost two years until she finally broke and let him tell his side of the story.

Turned out he stood her up because he ended up getting caught in an accident when buying her flowers. He'd flipped his car over into a ditch and didn't have a chance to call her until it was too late.

"You don't know how excited I am to see you get married. I never thought I would see it happen." Gammy whispered as she began pinching your cheeks a little.

"Gammy-" You warned her thinking she was going to joke about you never getting married. It had been a running theme in your family that you would be the one to end the original bloodline.

"I meant I never thought it would happen in my lifetime...I get to see you get married, I get to watch you marry someone you love so much and want to spend the rest of your life with." Your heart clenched as it felt as though it stopped working, looking at her as she told you how much she wanted to watch you get married. Now that she was going to, it was all going to be fake.

"I can see it in his eyes how much he truly cares for you." She mumbled as she placed a pin into the back of the dress, making you hiss as she stabbed you.

"Shut up, it didn't hurt," She scolded as your mother going off to find shoes that would go perfectly with the dress.

"You can?" You frowned going back to what Gammy had said about Yoongi's eyes.

"Of course. You can always tell how much a man cares by a look in his eyes." You looked straight ahead as you thought back on it. There was never a way that Yoongi looked at you that would make you feel as though he actually cared for you. He looked at you the way he always had. As his assistant. Maybe more as a friend now that you had gotten to know each other but nothing more.

"He has very telling eyes," She laughed softly as she looked up at you. Forcing your head to stay straight on as she toyed with the neckline of the dress to see where it landed.

"He watches you even when you're not paying attention, his eyes hardly move off you unless he's speaking with someone else...He's always engaged with you." You frowned as you looked at her, Yoongi never did any of this. Not that you had noticed at least.

"You know when you're in an art gallery and you look at those around you? You get to see the way their eyes take in everything and begin to predict their reaction to the painting...That's like Yoongi with you."

Your heart fluttered at the prospect of Yoongi liking you even a little more than an assistant.

"Get this off, I need to start alterations as soon as possible," Gammy ordered as you stepped down from the step and began walking back to the changing rooms.

Gammy strolled into the tailor shop and smiled when she saw Yoongi getting his alterations to the suit made. A smile hit her lips as she saw the way he fidgeted with the outfit.

"Here," She breathed out as she walked closer to him. Usually, this would have been the tradition of the Grandfather of the bride but he was no longer in the picture.

"I have to give you something for the wedding," She told him as he walked over to her. Sitting down on a small chair beside her.

"To me?" He frowned, normally it was the bridge that got the gifts before the wedding.

"It's been in our family for almost 150 years. Traditionally the grandfather would give this to you but he's sadly no longer with us," A flicker of sadness spread across Gammy's face as she thought back on her loving husband but she continued on.

"Everyone who gets married wears them...Well, the males that is." Pulling out a small black box she opened it to reveal some cufflinks. They were engraved with an old family crest in gold.

"Where's her father?" She questioned as Yoongi took the cufflinks out of the box, thanking her as he looked at them closer.

"He had something to do." Yoongi lied, not wanting to tell her how he had stormed out of the store. Struggling to put on the cufflinks she shook her head at the thought of your father leaving, doing the cufflinks for Yoongi.

"Then that leaves the speech down to me to do." She mumbled as she finally finished placing the cufflinks.

"Speech?"

"Okay, we'll start off easy. You hurt her and I'll break your legs...Understood?" She raised her eyebrow, staring at him with a warning look as he nodded.

"Yes ma'am."

"Onto the next topic." She spoke out, smiling a little as she looked at him planning to give him the same speech that she had given to you in the dress shop.

"You make her happy...I can see it in her eyes." Yoongi tilted his head to the side,

"In her eyes?" He questioned wondering what she could have meant by that.

"She watches you even when you're not paying attention, her eyes hardly move off you unless she's speaking with someone else...She's always engaged with you." The same recycled speech she had given to you as she smiled at Yoongi.

"You know when you're in an art gallery and you look at those around you? You get to see the way their eyes take in everything and begin to predict their reaction to the paintings...That's like Y/n with you." She spoke out as she stared at Yoongi. It was clear he never would have noticed any of this unless she told him about it.

"You make her the happiest I have ever seen her in her entire life." She took his hand in hers and rubbed it softly.

"What about when she was with Trevor?" He questioned looking up at Gammy as she shook her head.

"She was never this happy with him as she is with you, she has really fallen in love with you Yoongi."

Looking down at the cufflinks Yoongi couldn't help but smile to himself thinking that your family has really taken him in as their own. He finally felt as though he belonged in a family, somewhere he could fit in and be himself.

Then the guilt boiled over. They were so accommodating to him and loving that he was about to blow it all up in their faces.

The fake wedding. The fake marriage. He was going to ruin their happiness.

"Yoongi what-" You began questioning him but let out a scream as he started dragging you down towards the docks. Not saying anything as he helped you onto the boat. Searching for the keys as he grabbed them from the middle part of the boat.

"What are you doing?" He started the engine up and pushed it into full throttle backing you fall down onto the floor of the boat. The whole time he was silent as he began speeding down the water.

"YOONGI!" You screamed as he continued to speed down the water making you cry out his name again.

"You don't know how to drive a boat! What are you doing?!" He stayed silent as he continued to speed down the water, in no clear direction. All he wanted to do was clear his head, get you both away from everyone so that he could speak to you alone without being interrupted.

"I forgot what it was like!" He called out to you over the sound of the engine and the water splashing around you.

"Forgot what, what was like?!" You questioned, standing up from the floor to try and make your way over to the wheel. To at least steady the boat if he was going to drive it at this kind of speed.

"What it was like to have a family. I've been alone since I was 18 I forgot what it was like!" Your heart broke as you looked at him. Tears welling up in his eyes as he shook his head and continued to speed

"I forgot what it was like to have a family that cared for you! To have people warn the person you're dating that if they hurt you they'll kill them," Gammy must have gone to speak to him after leaving you alone in the bakery.

"I forgot what it was like having someone waking you up in the morning with breakfast in bed, telling you how much they love you and willing to do anything to make you happy...T-To go home to in the holidays!" Where was all of this coming from? Why was it coming now of all times?

"Yoongi-" You breathed out reaching out to touch him, trying to comfort him but he cut you off.

"I forgot what it was like when someone actually cared if you ate a full meal or had your home foods!" Your eyes began to tear up as you realised how jarring this must have been for him.

"I forgot what it was like to have someone love you!" He screamed out loudly.

"You're about to throw all of this away! So are you sure you want to do this?!" He let go of the wheel and the boat shook side to side sending you flying over the side and into the ice-cold water screaming out.

"Y/n!" Yoongi yelled as he watched the water to find you, you swam to the top coughing and paddling frantically.

"Y/n!" Seconds later Yoongi dove into the water without thinking about his fear, grabbing and pulling you towards the boat.

"Y-You hate water," You shivered as you helped him get back onto the boat. Shaking uncontrollably as you sat down on the floor, looking up at him.

"I wasn't going to let you drown." He shivered as he wrapped a blanket around your body. Holding you closer to him as he tried to warm you up. The two of you sitting on the floor chattering and shaking as you tried to warm up from the water.

It felt as though someone had dropped an ice cube down your back but instead of the quick sensation of coldness. It was stuck there, making you breathe unevenly.

"I-I-I need to drive us home or we'll get sick." He nodded walking towards the wheel with you so you could huddle together to stay warm.

When you finally got to the house your father was watching you unimpressed. He looked you both up and down as you huddled under a blanket together. Soaking wet and shivering but he had no sympathy for you. Not when he had a surprise waiting for you both in the barn.

"We fell-" You tried to explain why you were dripping wet but he cut you off suddenly.

"Come with me." He ordered turning his back on you. You frowned as he began walking toward the barn. Yoongi clutched your hand as you followed your father. Both of you still freezing from the water, shaking and teeth chattering as you walked in the direction he was going.

A part of you hoped that he had done the barn up as a surprise for you but you knew deep down that it wasn't that. There was a nagging feeling inside you and Yoongi as you got closer to the doors.

The barn doors opened and you frowned seeing nothing around.

"What's going-" You stopped speaking when an immigration officer came out from the barn and looked at you both.

"You're under investigation for immigration fraud." You stared at the small bald man. Clutching a clipboard in his hand and wearing an immigration jacket. Staring at him and then back at your father you couldn't believe that was happening.

"Daddy?" Something that would normally get him to forgive you for everything you had done but he shook his head.

"Don't daddy me, I found the papers in the kitchen just be thankful your mother didn't. You disgust me. Bringing home a boy you pretend to love and for what? A promotion?" Yoongi looked at you as he squeezed your hand, it was a chance for you both to stop all of this if you wanted to.

"You have a chance to come clean. A deal as it may. If you come clean and tell us this was all fake you won't go to jail...Yoongi will fly home to Korea." The officer announced as he turned to look at you both. His badge displaying his name, "Jung Seongwa,"

"If you continue to lie you will get fined $250,000. So I will ask you, is this marriage real?" You looked at your father and then Seongwa as you smiled sweetly.

"The fact that you would go to such lengths to keep me here is why I won't stay. I'm sorry my father wasted your time Officier...He's truly hurt that I managed to make a life for myself, one that he hasn't been able to map out for me." The officer shifted in place and looked at yoongi, it was clear he wasn't sure if this was true or not.

"You wanna know the truth?" You stared at Yoongi worryingly, you didn't want him to blow all of this up now.

"Y/n has been working for me for the last six years and five months. A year ago on a late-night, I fell in love with her." You frowned. This wasn't the story that you had agreed upon and it wasn't the story your father knew. Biting the inside of your cheek you waited to see where this was going to go.

"I was working late one night which automatically meant that she was too. She came into me with a blanket, hot chocolate and food to make sure I was being well taken care of. She always made sure I ate and drank enough but that night. When she stayed so late she fell asleep at her desk I realised I was in love with her...Because she cared for me more than I cared for myself sometimes. Someone who was willing to put all of my needs before her own..." Your heart began to beat faster as you remembered the night he was speaking about. Something you hadn't thought about since, all of it seemed like second nature to you.

"Someone who would make homemade foods at home and then bring some leftovers in for me the next day...Someone who cared for me when no one else would." Yoongi turned to your father as he smiled kindly, his hand holding onto yours tightly.

"See you at the wedding Mr Y/l/n," He turned to the officer who was a little stunned at the sudden announcement. Normally when he investigated claims such as this one, the people would crumble instantly but there was something real here.

"I hope we'll see you there too." With that Yoongi pulled you close to him,

"Now I will take my freezing fiance into the house to help warm her up." He mumbled taking you out of the barn.

Walking into the house you stared at Yoongi a little shocked that he remembered that night and unsure if he meant anything that he had said to you. Yoongi continued walking you through the house and when you got into the bedroom he turned to look at you.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" He sounded panicked as he reached for a blanket wrapping it around you before starting the fire.

"Yes." You answered watching him as he continued to pack the fire up.

"You don't seem sure." He whispered, projecting his own feelings onto you.

"I'm fine with it Yoongi. I promise..." You reached out to touch his arm, mostly to stop him from frantically beginning the fire and burning himself.

"Yeah...Y-Yeah me too." He sounded unsure in himself because he was. He didn't want all of this to break your family apart,

"Your father-" You shook your head, cutting him off.

"Is an ass hat and I'm sorry he did this." Now it made sense why he was being so nice in the shop earlier in the afternoon.

A knock at the door interrupted you both and you frowned as your grandmother walked into the room.

"Gammy?"

"Time to say goodbye." You and Yoongi exchanged a panic looking thinking that she may have spoken to your father.

"Just for tonight and tomorrow night. It's a tradition not to see one another before the wedding so it shall stay that way." She ordered grabbing some clothes of yours and putting them into a bag. You looked at Yoongi and smiled weakly.

"See you in two days then." You laughed as you began walking with your grandmother towards the bedroom you would be staying in.

The night before the big day and you couldn't sleep so you headed down to the kitchen to make yourself a hot chocolate but you saw Yoongi standing there. The two of you hadn't been able to see each other and you were relieved to see him standing there. Munching on something from the fridge as he looked over something. You hadn't realised how much you missed him being around you until he wasn't there.

"What are you doing?" You laughed when you caught him looking through old photo albums. Some of the ones you had shown him when you were studying together.

"Looking at your childhood," He pointed at a photo of you and your grandparents together as a kid and you smiled. You were sitting on a porch swing with the two of them hold onto you.

"Gammy and Grandpa." You laughed weakly as you saw them together. Hardly anyone spoke about him because it upset Gammy too much to speak about the man she loved is gone.

"Gammy met him when they were in a modern-day speakeasy when they were 21," You laughed looking at the photo of them. It always made you smile with the way they fell in love with one another.

"They got along well right from the start, love at first sight she always told me." Yoongi poured you a cup of hot chocolate as you sat down on one of the chairs, bringing one knee into your chest.

"She said that there was something about him, something about the way he looked at her that made her fall instantly in love," The memory of what Gammy had said the day before resurfaced in your minds and you glanced at one another before back to the album. Neither of you saying anything about the way you looked at one another or the speech Gammy had given to you.

"Grandad was called away to Switzerland by his parents and so she went with him, moving here and creating most of the town together. They owned almost all of the stores in the town and it was passed on to my father and then to his son...Which he didn't have, which he hates." You mumbled as you popped a marshmallow into your mouth.

"He doesn't hate that you're not a guy." Yoongi shook his head at you,

"He hates that I won't take over the family business...I told him to give it to Trevor...He knew what to do with it all" You remembered that day very clearly. Being told you were beyond stupid was always going to stay in your memories.

"What did he say to that?"

"You don't wanna know." You shook your head going back to the album, looking at it for fun together instead of studying from it.

Yoongi was about to say something else when you both heard the door to the kitchen squeak. The two of you stared at one another with wide eyes. You weren't supposed to be together. If someone caught you it would be bad luck and Gammy would rage.

"Hide." You hissed as you pushed him in the direction of the pantry, opening the door and pushing him inside.

Gammy smirked when she saw the two cups of piping hot, hot chocolate sitting on the side. She knew you were hiding together so she took herself some milk before heading back up to bed.

"Do you think she's gone?" Yoongi whispered. The two of you were standing chest to chest with one another since there wasn't much space to go. You could feel his breath on your face as you looked up at him, biting your lip.

"I don't know." You whispered back as you looked to the side of him and then back at him.

"I'll look through the keyhole," You turned around and bent over to look through the small keyhole and Yoongi whined as his hand fell onto your hips. Your ass pushing against his crotch as his eyes fluttered shut.

"Y-Y/n." Yoongi whined as you brushed against him to turn back to him beginning to spout out apologies when he suddenly kissed you.

The shock of everything made you freeze in place, eyes wide until you realised what was happening. Eyes trembling shut as you kissed him back. Arms wrapping around the back of his neck as you kissed him back. Lips moving in perfect harmony with one another as you pulled on his hair a little.

"Y/n," He breathed out as he kissed your lips over and over again. Your hand fumbled behind you to find the door handle pulling him in the direction of the first-floor guest room.

Yoongi pulled off your clothing bit by bit, leaving them on the bedroom floor and he kissed you softly. Hands working their way up and down your back while you worked on undoing his pyjamas.

"I need you," You whispered to him as you kissed down his neck, biting just a little as he let out a moan.

"W-Weak spot." He mumbled as you continued to pepper that one spot with kisses until he pushed you toward the bed. Hands-on your hips until you fell down onto the mattress,

"You have to tell me if I do something you don't like." His eyes looked at you with desperation. He never wanted to hurt you so you nodded.

"I promise." He smiled before laying above you, arms keeping him from crushing you.

"Good girl," A shiver ran down your spine as you kissed him hungrily. Yoongi's fingers ran up and down your sides as you could feel yourself getting wetter.

"Please Yoongi, touch me." You moaned out as you looked at him with pleading eyes.

"Need-" You gasped out when he slowly began to rub his fingers against your clit. Your hands rushed to cover your mouth and Yoongi smirked a little.

"Look how wet you are," He chuckled softly running his finger through your folds, slicking his fingers up before pressing his thumb down against your clit.

"Y-Yoongi-" A loud moan left your lips before you could continue as he pushed two fingers into you. Your eyes screwing shut as you bit down on your lip harshly.

Yoongi lent forward leaving soft kisses on your clit as he continued to thrust his fingers inside of you, curling them just enough to make your toes curl.

"Y-Yoongi." You breathed out as everything inside of you began to tighten. Back arching as you dug your hands into the sheets.

"M-More," You begged him as he let out a chuckle, adding a third finger carefully as he continued to suck and nibble on your clit.

Every inch of your body felt as though it was on fire with every lick and kiss he was giving to your core, fingers thrusting faster as you clenched around him. You felt yourself beginning to grind down on his fingers,

"That's it," He breathed out as you continued to move on his fingers. Moaning out his name lowly as you gripped the bed.

"Y-Yoongi I-" You moaned out as he picked up the pace of his fingers. The feeling of his fingers sliding in and out of you made your head spin.

You were letting him do this.

You wanted him to do this.

You wanted Yoongi.

Attaching his lips back to your clit he began to suck softly until it was all too much for you and you came around his fingers. Bucking your hips into the air as you let out loud whimpers of his name.

"Enjoying the view?" Yoongi chuckled as you knelt in front of him on the floor. Cock laying against his abdomen as he looked down at you.

"Y-Yoongi-" You stopped yourself from asking the embarrassing question that was playing on your lips. Instead, you took him into your hand carefully and began to pump him.

Too slow for Yoongi's liking as he bucked into your hand, whining at you a little.

"U-Use your mouth," He begged as he looked down at you. Blushing cheeks as he felt your eyes on him. Sitting up on your knees you smirked a little, you held the power now.

"What's that smirk?"

"I could easily leave you like this," You breathed out as you tilted your head to the side, breath hitting the tip of his cock as he moaned out.

"D-Don't, I-I want you to stay." He whispered as he looked at you,

"Not like this if you don't want to, I just want you to stay," Smiling to yourself you licked small stripes on the slit of his cock. Whining when you tasted the salty taste of precum leaking from him.

"S-Shit," He hissed as you began to slowly swirl your tongue around the head of his cock, your hand softly rubbing him up and down.

"More." He begged again, his hands digging into the sheets to refrain himself from moving too quickly for you.

Taking him as far into your mouth as you could you moaned around him. The thought and feeling of having your boss's cock in your mouth sending a pool between your legs.

Yoongi jerked his hips as you continued to suck on his cock, hallowing your cheeks out to please him as best you could. Yoongi moaned out when he felt the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, his hips jerked automatically as he moaned out.

"Y/n," He breathed as you swallowed around him, tightening your throat around his sensitive length.

He had longed to touch you like this and it was all becoming clear as he looked down at you. Your eyes looking up at him to make sure he was enjoying it,

"Just like that." He whined as he began to thrust his hips ever so slightly into your mouth.

Reaching down between your legs you began to rub yourself as you continued to take Yoongi into your mouth. Moaning around him as you let him thrust into your mouth, your pleasure building up once again.

"Y-Y/n." He moaned out as he felt himself thrust up one more time into your mouth, pleasure ripping through him. Coming undone in your mouth as you hummed around him. Swallowing every last bit of cum before leaning back.

Yoongi's eyes landed on your hand as you continued to move your fingers frantically,

"No." He chuckled bringing you up onto the bed and kissing you hungrily again. His fingers replacing your own as he began to rub your clit in small soft circles.

Rolling the condom you had found in the bedside drawer onto his cock you felt your body began to heat up. His eyes hadn't left your hands, he bucked at the sensitivity and pulled you into a kiss. Laying you below him on the bed as he spread your legs, running his cock through your folds.

"You're sure you want this?" You kissed him desperately as an answer and he chuckled softly. Slowly easing himself into you and whining out as your nails dug into his shoulders.

"S-Shit, Yoongi." You cried as he stayed still inside of you. Giving you a minute to adjust as you shifted a little.

"I-It's okay." You whispered, kissing him softly as he pulled out of you slowly. Kissing you deeply as he began to thrust back into you. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you moaned out his name.

Feeling the head of his cock hit that one spot that made you see the stars. He continued with the small and soft thrusts until you gave him the all-clear.

"Y-You can go faster," You breathed out as you looked up into his eyes. Hands resting on his cheeks as he looked down at you.

There it was. The look.

The look Gammy had been telling you about earlier when you could tell if someone loved something or someone deeply enough.

Bringing him down into a kiss you wrapped your legs around his waist, moaning into his lips as he began to thrust into you. Soft yet fast thrusts as he kissed your back. Arms bringing you as close to him as he could get you. The two of you kissing deeply as you continued to fuck passionately on the bed.

"F-Fuck, Yoongi yes." Yoongi pulled you towards the edge of the bed so he could stand. Angling himself deeper into you as you looked up at him, innocent eyes as he moaned out.

"Y-You can't look at me like that," He whined as he thrust softly into you, kissing your neck.

Why?"

"Because it makes me want to fuck you harder and faster than this," You smirked pushing his head out of your neck, giving him the same look you had before.

"So do it, what's stopping you?" He smirked as he looked down at you, rubbing your clit with his thumb as he continued with the soft thrusts.

"You're sure?" You nodded at him before he began to pull out of you slowly until nothing but the tip was inside of you.

"Yoong-" Your whine of complaint was interrupted by a moan of pleasure as he slammed back into you. Moaning out your name as he held your hips in place,

"Fuck the way you look at me kills me," He grunted as he began to thrust in and out of you quickly and roughly. Your head was spinning as you clutched onto the sheets, forgetting that you were home with everyone in the house.

"Yoongi!"

"D-Do that again, moan my name again." He begged looking down at you with lust in his eyes. Blushing as he continued to thrust deeper into you.

"Yoongi," You breathed out his hips hitting faster as you giggled.

"Shit I've been wanting to do this for so long." He grunted as he continued to hit into you,

"How long?" You questioned, moaning out as he continued to rub your clit with his thumb.

"Every time you come into my office in a skirt, I wanted to take you bent over on the desk." Pushing him out of you, you smirked turning over onto your stomach, wiggling your ass in the air.

"Like this?" You questioned. Yoongi sank to his knees pulling your hips back as he ran his finger up and down your slit.

"Y-Yoongi you already did-" You moaned out as he buried his tongue inside of you flicking and licking inside of you as you bit down onto the sheets in front of you.

"Holy fuck!" You screamed out as he continued to eat you out from behind.

Standing up, right as you were on the brink of orgasm he pushed into you, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you gripped the sheets.

"Yoongi! Oh fuck,f-fuck." You moaned out as he held your hips in his hands, pulling you back to meet his thrusting hips. Snapping in and out of you roughly.

"Fuck!" You screamed out as you looked back at him, he was already looking at you as he moaned out.

"Everything you imagined?" You giggled as he moaned out your name. Thrusting harder into you as he nodded his head.

"And more," He breathed kissing you sweetly as he felt himself getting closer to the edge.

"Y/n-"

"Me too." You whimpered as he continued to thrust, your hands clutching the sheets and bunching them up around you.

"O-Oh my gosh," You moaned out as he looked at you, he could tell by the look in your eyes that you were close.

"C-Cumming." You warned him as you clenched around him, crying out his name as he continued to pound into you from behind.

"Cumming!" You moaned out louder as he fucked into you, hands digging into your hops as you cried out his name. Orgasm erupting inside of you like a volcano, your head spinning.

Yoongi's hips slowed down as he held onto you, spilling into the condom and moaning as he flopped down onto the bed beside you.

"F-Fuck." You panted

"That was-"

"Yeah." You breathed out as you looked at him, kissing him softly as you grabbed his pyjama shirt. Changing into it as you looked at him.

"I'll see you tomorrow." You whispered as you kissed him one last time, heading out for the night and leaving Yoongi there alone.

He stared at the ceiling, panting as he looked around him.

"I-I can't do this."

The next morning you were woken up by Gammy who began shaking you excitedly.

"We have to get you ready," She whispered in your ear as she continued to shake you over and over again,

"Don't wanna be up," You grumbled into the pillow. Pulling the sheets further over your head to try and get back to the wonderful dream you had been having.

"Maybe you should have thought about that before sneaking off to the guest room." Gammy scolded as she hit you over the head with a newspaper. You could feel your body heating up as you remembered the night before. Head still spinning from everything that had happened between you and Yoongi.

"I made you some breakfast and then we're going to go get ready." Sitting up in the bed you did your best to hide the achiness you were feeling. Images of you and Yoongi together flooded your mind as you sat staring at the heart-shaped pancakes on your plate. Smiling brightly you picked up your spoon to begin spelling out Yoongi's name in chocolate. There was no use in denying it anymore. You were hopelessly in love with Yoongi but the only issue was...You didn't know how he was feeling.

"Everything is heart-shaped, We have heart-shaped fruits, napkins and we even have heart ice cubes for the drinks later." Gammy winked at you leaving you to have your breakfast in peace. Your mind continued to wander back to Yoongi and how the evening had been something magical to you the night before. Although this whole thing had started out as something fake between you, you knew after last night that there was something real there.

There had to be. There was no way Yoongi didn't feel the same way.

As the day went on it was getting closer to the wedding you were beginning to get anxious about seeing Yoongi. It was going to be the first time you had seen him all day right at the altar. You needed to see him and talk about what had happened the night before, see what it meant for you both. There was no way Gammy would have let you sneak off if it wasn't for Trevor agreeing to keep her away from you for a while.

Trevor was in charge of keeping Gammy busy while you snuck off in your dress to go and find him. How much bad luck could it be when he'd seen you the night before anyway? It was just a dress, you just needed to see Yoongi before all of this happened.

Pushing the door open to your bedroom you frowned when you saw it was empty. The bed was made but the rest of the room was a mess. Drawers and cabinets were open, it looked like someone had ransacked the place. It wasn't like Yoongi to leave a pace in such a mess. Even at Hotels, he would always make sure to clean up after himself

"Yoongi?" You called out walking into the room. The first thing in your head was that something had happened to him in the middle of the night. The last thing you would have expected was to see an envelope with your name on it waiting for you on the bed. Underneath was your manuscript with Yoongi's handwriting all over it. Different notes made down the sides and sticky notes sticking out from it.

"Yoongi?" You called out a final time before opening the envelope in your hand, shaking as you tried not to let your mind run rampant with what could have happened.

Peeling it open you pulled out the sheet of paper, with Yoongi's handwriting on it. Reading through the lines you frowned, having to read them a second time in case you were seeing things.

y/n,

I can't go through with hurting you and your family like this. I promise that everything we agreed upon will be waiting for you in New York. Your book will be published, I've already made calls. The promotion you were promised will be my job. You will be the main editor of the company. You worked so hard over the years and there is no one else in the world I could picture better for the job.

All these years I have kept you as my assistant so I could train you into taking over for me. Thickening your skin to make you perfect for the role.

By the time you'll be reading this I should be on a plane and gone. I'll head back to New York and clean out my desk. This will be the last time you hear from me I promise.

I'm sorry for what I did to your family.

Last night proved that I could never go through with something like this. Not with someone like you.

~ Yours,

Min Yoongi.

For what he did to your family? What about what he had done to you? Your chest began to feel heavy the longer you stared at the paper in your hands. Tears collecting in the bottoms of your eyes as you stared down at the words. Torturing yourself by reading them over and over again. Last night proved that I could never go through with something like this. Not with someone like you. He left. He was gone. He left because you weren't good enough for him and he could never go through with it. Your lip began to tremble as you took in a short intake of breath. Sniffling you stared around at the manuscript and to the empty drawers. Tears began to fall down your cheeks from both eyes at once, gathering in your eyelashes so much you could hardly see.

"N-No," You whimpered as your voice cracked looking around for any sign that he could still possibly be there.

Trevor rushed into the room ready to tell you that Gammy was on the way up but he frowned. You were standing in the middle of the room clutching something against your chest as you cried loudly.

"Y/n?" He questioned causing you to turn around at look at him. Sniffling as you wiped the mascara from underneath your eyes.

"Why did he have to be nice?" You questioned calmly as you looked over at Trevor. Hands beginning to tremble as you remembered the night before with Yoongi.

"Why did he have to be nice?!" You screamed out picking up the manuscript and throwing it into the fire in the room. Not caring that it was almost 15 years of writing up in flames the moment you threw it,

"Y/n what's going on-"

"WHY DID HE HAVE TO LEAVE?! Why! Why did he do this?!" Your voice heightened as you began to cry hysterically. Dropping down onto your knees, crying as you bundled the dress into your body. Head resting on your knees as you shook your head, not being able to process what was fully happening.

"Why did he have to-" You couldn't finish as everything inside of you bubbled over. The pain too much for your body to process as you let out sobs and shrieks you couldn't control.

Trevor took you into his arms but you shook yourself out of them throwing your arms up in the air as you cried harder.

"Am I that unloveable that the only people I fall in love with are gay! And leave me the second that I sleep with them!?" You pushed the coffee table over that was in the room before kicking your foot through the cheap wood. Splintering it everywhere around you as you threw pieces of it into the fire.

"How could he just leave like this?" You sobbed looking at Trevor and then to the fire. Trevor shook his head not knowing what to say or do. Never in all of the years had he known you had he seen you this upset over something.

"How could he do this?" Slowly sinking down to the floor once again, you curled up into a ball, sobbing into yourself. Sighing a little Trevor scoped you up into his arms and let you sit on his lap. Running his hands up and down your back as he tried to think of something he could say to make all of this feel better for you.

"Y/n. There's something that you and Yoongi have, something not everyone gets in their life." You shook your head,

"He left." You grumbled at him, looking up at him through the lashes you were wearing.

"So go and get him. You know there aren't that many flights out of here. Go and get him," He said enthusiastically as he got you up from his lap. Standing you up suddenly making you frown.

"Go and get him?" You sniffled,

"Go and get him." He ordered, pulling you out of the bedroom to go and findGammy who was already on the move with a plan. She'd found the note long before you had and was already getting everything ready to get to the airport faster than normally possible.

Storming out of the house in your dress you ignored the calls from your father demanding to know where the groom was on the wedding day. All you wanted to do was rush over to the carts and get away from everything that was going on. To at least try and get Yoongi back through all of this or at least tell him how you felt.

"He got cold feet!" Your father laughed loudly as you turned around to face him. The first thought that had crossed your mind when you realised that Yoongi was missing was him. That he had done something. He had done everything in his power already to try and ruin this for you. Your father flinched as you stormed towards him. There was nothing scarier than an angry bride on her wedding day.

"If I find out you had anything to do this you will never see me again. No holidays. No birthdays. Never. Again." You spat in his face turning back to look how you were going to get there fast enough and Gammy waved you over.

"I got the carts ready, and your mother is already on the boat waiting for us." She smirked at you dragging you down to the carts and into one of the glass containers. Neither of you cared that you were getting the dress wet as you sat anxiously in the cart. There had to be a way that the thing could move faster than this.

"You knew it was fake?" You questioned as you continued to ride in silence turning to look at Gammy who nodded at you. Clutching your hand in her own as she shook her head at you.

"I'm old dear not senile." She laughed shaking her head at you,

"Why do you think we insisted so much on the wedding? The couples dates...I could see that there was something and I was right...You're in love with him." She squeezed your cheek and realization hit you. You loved him but did he even love you back? The comment he made in his goodbye letter, Someone like you, Stuck in your head as you continued to ride down the agonizingly slow carts.

Borrowing someone's car from the parking lot of the docks you practically sped down the roads towards the airport with your grandmother.

"This so exciting! It's almost like a car chase!" She yelled out as you practically pressed your foot to the ground, weaving in and out of cars to get to the airport as soon as humanly possible.

Dashing through the terminal you kicked off your shoes that were slowing you down, screaming out his name as you rushed further down the small bridge. Leaving your mother to explain what was happening to the stewardess while your grandmother slowly raced after you.

"Yoongi." You breathed as you saw his seat, his back to you as you walked over. Panting heavily you stared at him. How could he sit there so calmly while he let everything behind him burn?

"How dare you leave me on our wedding day...A-After last night?" Passengers all began to listen in on what was going on. This was the most drama anyone had seen in a long time and it was happening right in front of them.

Yoongi turned to look at you his heart breaking when he saw you standing in your wedding dress, soaking wet and mascara stained cheeks. He'd been the one to make you cry like this.

"What did you want me to do? Stay with you? We both know it would never work?" He snapped at you as he looked you up and down, glancing at passengers who all seemed to stare as though it was happening on a TV screen and not directly in front of them.

"Why? Why wouldn't it work? Because Mr Min Yoongi says it won't?! You won't know unless you try...Did last night mean nothing?" You questioned, hoping that the answer would be that the night meant everything to him. That he was just scared and that was why he had run away.

"N-No, last night is why I'm moving back. I can't hurt you..." He breathed out as he stood up from his seat, reaching to take your hand and escort you off the plane so you could speak alone but you moved away from him.

"Don't you realise you're already hurting me by running?" Your voice cracked as tears began to build in the corners of your eyes once again.

"Nothing works for me, everyone leaves." He mumbled as he looked at you and then to Gammy behind him,

"Please don't use the pity card Yoongi it doesn't suit you...I am in love with you. You made me fall in love with you and then you left...Don't say that everyone leaves when I am right here...Chasing you down." You breathed out as he began shaking his head.

"You love me? You can't love me." He told you laughing a little at the thought of someone like you, someone so kind and understanding falling in love with someone like him. Someone who had made your life a living hell in New York.

"Why?"

"I'm not loveable. I was awful to you!" He yelled out as he shook his head. Remembering all of the times he had been so harsh to you because he wanted you to be the best you could be.

"You explained why Yoongi...You're not that guy anymore...Please Yoongi...Don't do this to me." You begged him reaching out to take his hand in yours,

"I love-" You couldn't speak as he crashed his lips against yours, your arms snaking around the back of his neck as you pulled him closer to you. Fireworks exploding around you as you pushed your hands into his hair.

Your foreheads resting against one another as passengers on the plane threw up ripped pamphlets over you both, cheering as your grandmother smirked from her side of the plane. Clapping loudly along with the stewardesses and the passengers.

"I love you," He whispered as he took your face in his hand. Running his thumb over your cheek as he smiled again. The thought of going back to New York alone was killing him. He knew he was in love with you and there was no going back. Even if somewhere down the line you left he needed you in his life for now.

"Fuck I love you." He whispered again, picking you up carefully, bridal style, carrying you off the plane with Gammy to go and stand outside so the flight could take off without any issues.

Epilogue

Weeks had passed since the incident on the plane and now you were standing with Yoongi in the middle of the barn. Your wedding had happened in front of your family, your father included since he had apologised for everything he had done. The wedding was small with a few family members around you. Now you were slow dancing with one another. Toying with the rings on your fingers you smiled looking at the golden band Yoongi had freshly engraved with the date you spent the night together. For the first time at least. The barn was decked out to perfection, covered in fairy lights, heart-shaped decorations and a dance floor.

You were dressed in Gammy's freshly dry-cleaned wedding dress as you took your first dance together as a real husband and wife. You knew he still needed his Visa to stay and there was no doubt in your mind that you and Yoongi would work everything out. So you both continued to go through with the wedding together. Only this time the feelings were real and the two of you had let go of the stress of the tests.

"How did you know I loved you?" He questioned as he pulled you closer to him, swaying side to side in time with the piano track that was being played loudly through the barn.

"Gammy told me all about the way a guy looks at you," You began explaining and he frowned listening to you.

"When you're in an art gallery and you look at those around you? You get to see the way their eyes take in everything and begin to predict their reaction to the painting..." You said in unison both of you staring at one another before slowly turning to look at Gammy who was already smirking at you. The same story was clearly told to the two of you at separate times.

"She tricked us," You mumbled as Yoongi pulled your face around to look up at him. His thumb running along your bottom lip as he smiled at you,

"Worth it though." He whispered leaning down to kiss you when you put your hand on his chest to stop him.

"So do I still get to take your job and be the Main editor?" You teased as he looked down at you, smirking at you as he shook his head at you.

"Co-editor." He whispered before you pulled him down into a kiss, hands in his hair as you pulled him closer to you never wanted this feeling to end.

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