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redrose10 · 1 year ago

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Yoongi X Female Reader. CEO/Arranged Marriage AU

Summary: You were selected to marry the wayward CEO/Billionaire/Heir, Min Yoongi. You went into it with an open mind and heart determined to try and make it work. Yoongi on the other hand had no intention of ever letting you in let alone allowing himself to fall in love with you. Slowly you start to associate the smell of cinnamon and vanilla with the feelings of hurt and sorrow.

Word count: 2,531

This chapter will touch on some darker subjects so I highlighted the specific trigger warning in red. In the story it’s not really detailed or any thing and is really minor but I still wanted to make it known just in case.

Warnings: (May get updated as chapters progress): Arranged marriage, cheating/infidelity, hints of smut (Probably won’t get very explicit but we’ll see how it goes), Sexual Assault, Very brief allusion to suicide, Brief mentions of death, Reader grew up an orphan, General Angst, Swearing

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Alright here is chapter 9! Thank you to everyone that has read this story and for the comments and messages. I tried to add everyone to the tag list that I saw but I feel like I missed people and I apologize for that. I was never good at keeping tabs of a tag list.

Tag list: @gimeow @kam9404 @viankiss @baechugff @gaby-93 @kayleefriedchicken

You stared back still in shock from everything that had just happened to you. “Y/N are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?”

You shook your head as Yoongi wrapped his suit jacket around you gently pulling you into a hug. The cinnamon and vanilla scent that you’d come to hate was somehow comforting in that moment. After a few seconds he pulled you along with him.

“What about him?”, you asked looking back at the man still lying on the ground.

“Don’t worry about him. I’ll handle it later. Let’s just get you out of here.”

He quickly had a car ready and got you inside while he got in after you advising the driver to head to Jimins.

“Yoongi who was that guy and how did he know so much about us?”

He ran his hand through his already ruffled hair. You noticed the bruise on his knuckles starting to form.

“It’s a really long story Y/N.”

You scoffed, “Yoongi he just assaulted me and knew a lot of my personal information so I think I deserve an explanation regardless of how long the story is.”

“You’re right. Once we get to Jimin’s I’ll explain everything.”

You looked over at him noticing how disheveled he looked. You wanted to reach over and smooth his hair and comfort him, but you decided against it after remembering everything that happened between the two of you recently.

“How did you know where to find me?”, you asked stop kind of surprised that it was him who came to your rescue.

“Well I saw you leave out the front entrance when I was talking to Taemin and I was going to go after you then but I figured you’d want some space so I stayed back. After you were gone for a while I started to get worried and began looking around and then I got a call from Jungkook?”

“You’re intern Jungkook?”

He chuckled, “Yeah, apparently he had met a new friend during the auction and was in the backseat of a car that was parked on the street with that friend and he saw you. He called me and said you were with a guy but he wasn’t sure if you were l with him willingly or not because you looked uncomfortable so I started running towards where you were while I stayed on the phone with him and he kept an eye on you and that’s how I found you. At first I was just going to leave you be because if you wanted to be with another guy I have no right to stop you but when Jungkook said you looked uncomfortable I knew I had to at least check on you and then I heard you telling him to stop and that’s when I decided to step in.”

“Oh well I’ll have to tell Jungkook thanks for looking out for me next time I see him.”

Once back at Jimins you quickly showered and changed into some comfy clothes and headed back towards the living room. Yoongi had borrowed some clothes from Jimin so he was comfy as well and he walked over handing you a mug of warm milk. Smiling you accepted the glass.

After he took a seat next to you he started flipping through channels on the tv.

“Okay Yoongi enough stalling. Tell me what’s going on.”

He let out a long sigh and set the remote down, “Alright, soooo the guy that attacked you is Suri’s brother, Hwan.”

“I’m sorry what?!”, you asked in between coughing on the sip of milk you just swallowed.

He continued, “Yep. I’ve known Suri and her brother since we were kids. We all went to the same school. He’s a year younger than us. Not long after everything fell apart with Mia I developed a friends with benefits relationship with Suri but I was clear from the start that I never wanted anything more. I knew rather quickly though that she was developing feelings for me so I tried to end the relationship but she made an offer. And then I got really selfish.”

“Yoongi what did you do?”

“Remember how I said that at one point I had dreams to be a music producer and rapper?”

You nodded.

“Well Suri’s dad happens to own Bangtan Records, one of the most successful labels in Asia. After trying to break things off she promised me she would get her dad to release my mixtape if I kept seeing her. I know now that I should’ve just walked away but at the time I was hurt and going through a lot of shit mentally and emotionally and I thought it was a great idea. I lost my dream of marrying Mia but maybe I could still achieve my dream of making music. I gave her a copy of the tape and we continued on with our friends with benefits relationship.”

He paused to take a deep breath. You looked at him wide eyed waiting for what was next.

“Anyways after like a year or so she still hadn’t given her dad the tape. I was in a better place mentally and I had started focusing on the company more so I didn’t really care about releasing music at that point. Honestly, I kind of forgot about the whole thing until a few months ago when I told her that I was ending things for good. I told her I was married and wanted to be a better husband and that included not sleeping around with anyone any more. Obviously she didn’t take it well and brought up the tape again. She said if I didn’t continue the relationship that she would have it released.”

You sat there really confused by the whole story and you didn’t mean to let out a laugh but you just couldn’t stop it.

“Yoongi please forgive me for saying this but that seems like a really dumb reason to keep going through all of this. Why don’t you just let her release the mix tape? What’s the worst that could happen? People make fun of you for some cringy lyrics you wrote a long time ago. I mean you’ve embarrassed yourself enough over the years anyways so this shouldn’t be anything new. It would probably blow over in a few weeks and then you could move on with your life free from Suri.”

You realized your words may have been a little harsher than you intended when you noticed the redness of his cheeks. He scoffed, “It’s not that simple Y/N. I wrote most of those lyrics at a really dark time in my life. I talk about hating my parents and the life I was forced into even though I’ve been very privileged since birth and have never had to worry about money or any real world problems. I talk shit about capitalism but now I own a company that feeds into it and runs off of it. I’d be the biggest hypocrite out there. Theres a song where I rap about hooking up with any woman I see and I say something about tongue technology and going to Hong Kong.” You bit your lip to try and hide a chuckle for that one but Yoongi sees it. “I was young and dumb and thought I was cool. Okay?”, he said with raised eyebrows before continuing again, “I mean there’s even a song where I talk about how many times I thought about just ending it all so I wouldn’t have to feel anything any more and I could stop being a failure at everything. If that tape gets out it’ll ruin me and my business and everything that I worked hard to build. We’ll loose investors and business partners which will mean millions if not billions of dollars gone. I’ll be the laughing stock of the corporate world and the company could crumble. I’d be an even bigger embarrassment to my family than I already have been.”

“So what are you going to do Yoongi? Keep sleeping with her just to shut her up?”

“Honestly, after you walked out I thought about it. Not wanting to hurt you any more was the only reason I ended things with her to begin with so if you weren’t going to be in the picture I didn’t see any reason why I should stop. But I just don’t want to do it any more. I don’t want to hurt you any more and I don’t want this to keep hanging over my head.”

“Okay so if you ended things with her then why did she send you that text that I saw at the cabin? About last week being fun and the lingerie?”

“She had been insisting that I either meet up with her or she was releasing the tape. So the week before you and I went on our anniversary trip I did meet up with her just to shut her up for a while.”

You gasped, “So you did lie to me?” He went into panic mode grabbing your hands into his.

“No no no Y/N it’s not what you think. I didn’t meet up to sleep with her. We got dinner at that Japanese restaurant that had just opened down the street from my office. We had a private room and she ended up storming out of the place leaving me there. You can even ask the staff. They saw it all. I told her again that I wasn’t interested in that type of relationship any more and that her and I were over with. I offered her money. I offered her jewelry, or a car, or a penthouse to just go away. She wouldn’t accept any of it. At the end of the dinner she told me that not only would she release the tape but she’d make my life miserable in every way possible that she could, including making sure that you were miserable as well and then she left. She had been texting me like that the whole week leading up to the trip. Different photos and videos and messages. I think she was hoping that you would eventually see the message and get upset which is exactly what happened. I would always just delete them when they came through and never responded to any of her texts but I’m just too afraid to block her right now.”

“And what about her brother? How does he play into this?”

“Well Hwan never did like me to begin with. He’s always had this weird inferiority complex with me. He always has the need to prove that he’s better than me or to have what I have, even when we were younger. Anndddd I also might have slept with one or two or maybe three of his girlfriends over the years.”

You began rubbing your temples, “Seriously Yoongi? Is there anyone in this country that you haven’t slept with?” He just shrugged his shoulders before continuing, “I’m assuming that him and Suri saw it as a winning situation for both of them. They knew that hurting you would hurt me, you’d get upset and want nothing to do with me leaving me available for Suri, and Hwan would also get the satisfaction of taking something or someone that I love away from me so that’s why he went after you today.”

“Okay then and how did he know about Namjoon? He mentioned something about how Namjoon might actually care for me?”

You didn’t miss the eye roll that Yoongi gave at that question but you chose to ignore it in the moment. He ran his hands over his face, “I really don’t know Y/N. I’ve never mentioned him to either of them.” The thought that maybe this guy had been stalking you a lot longer than just tonight made your skin crawl. You didn’t know of any other way he could know about you and Namjoon.

This was all so much information to take in and you could feel a headache coming on but if this had you so stressed you could only imagine what Yoongi felt like.

“Yoongi I’m sorry I didn’t let you explain yourself sooner. Even though I was upset I should’ve at least given you the chance.”

He shook his head, “No no I completely understand why you did what you did. I was really upset too because just when I had decided to try and we were making a little progress I thought it was all going to be taken away from me. I should’ve chased after you but I didn’t want to hurt you any more than I already have. I am really sorry Y/N. For everything. You would be so much better off if you never came here and married me. You deserve so much more that what I can offer. I’m sorry you’re stuck with me.”

You noticed his hands shaking slightly. You gave them a little squeeze being careful to not be too hard on the bruised spot. Rubbing your thumb over the area you whispered, “Thank you for buying that painting for me today. You knew it was exactly what I wanted. And also thank you for, you know, saving me tonight. You really were my hero.”

“So does that mean I get moved up to Harry Potter status now or am I still Voldemort?”, he said flashing you a gummy smile you hadn’t seen in so long.

“Whoah slow down there. You still have a lot more groveling to do before I 100% forgive you for everything and give you Harry Potter status.”

He chuckled, “Understood. I will work on it.”

You sat in silence for a while trying to figure out how to proceed. Finally you asked, “Yoongi she’s blackmailing you which is pretty illegal. Why don’t you just go to the police or get lawyers involved or something? You obviously have the money and power.”

“It’s not that simple Y/N. I signed away the rights to that music so even if I do go after her the label can still release it and then it would be all for nothing with a legal battle on top of it.”

“I don’t know Yoongi. I feel like there has to be a way around this other than you just continuing to sleep with her. Which by the way is not going to work for me, so if you want this to work then we need to figure something else out.”

Before he could speak Jimin walked in dropping his bags at the entrance while being completely oblivious to everything that had happened during the last several hours. He curiously looked at the two of you sitting next to each other while holding hands.

He sat down on the other couch while pointing a finger at the two of you, “Soooo I’d love to know what’s going on between the two of you and why you’re holding hands in my living room right now. But I just saw something even stranger downstairs. Suri and her brother are currently down in the lobby with two police officers. Any idea why?”

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seokjinsonlyone · 2 years ago

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in which you want to kiss jungkook's cheek...

[10:28pm] yn: you look handsome :p

you tossed your phone away as soon as you sent the message. you were used to thinking these thoughts not verbalizing them. but you know you appreciate it when he tells you that you look good, so it’s only right to reciprocate. your phone buzzed back almost immediately which you weren’t expecting.

[10:29pm] jk 🤪💜: thank yooouuuu

[10:29pm] jk 🤪💜: wyd

[10:31pm] yn: in bed

[10:31pm] yn: on my phone

[10:31pm] yn: looking at this and that

[10:33pm] jk 🤪💜: you should come over

you were literally looking at videos of him at the calvin klein launch party which was what prompted your message in the first place.

[10:34pm] yn: ??????

[10:34pm] yn: aren't u at a party

[10:35pm] jk 🤪💜: i was

[10:35pm] yn: ??????

[10:35pm] jk 🤪💜: i left

you furrowed your brows going back to check the time stamp on the video you just watched, but lo and behold there was a new video posted from five minutes ago and it was of him leaving. your brain short circuited at the clip of him walking past the camera to get back into his car. his cheek looked ripe enough to pick. you wanted to kiss it so bad

[10:38pm] yn: dang that was quick how long were you there

[10:39pm] jk 🤪💜: like 30 minutes

[10:39pm] yn: 😭😭😭

[10:39pm] yn: ur literally a brand ambassador don't u get paid to go to those things

[10:40pm] jk 🤪💜: LOL i get paid to APPEAR so i appeared and then disappeared

[10:40pm] jk 🤪💜: i don't like going to those things by myself i would've stayed if i could bring u with me

you jutted your lip out, heart softening as butterflies began fluttering in your tummy. you have no idea what you would do at a function like that even if you could show up with him. it was as much your scene as it was his, but if he needed the support you'd 100% step up.

[10:42pm] jk 🤪💜: so are you coming over???

[10:43pm] yn: it's kinda late ain't it

[10:43pm] jk 🤪💜: you could stay the night????

you bit your lip. your relationship was all of a week old and he already wanted you to spend the night? you didn't know what to say. it wasn't like you didn't want to. like, it sounded really good in theory, it's just... weren't you skipping a couple steps?

[10:46pm] yn: that's kind of fast, isn't it?

you sat waiting for his response, noticing the text bubbles come and go several times.

[10:50pm] jk 🤪💜: i mean if you don't want to that's fine but i think we should just do whatever feels right for us without thinking about other people.

your heart picked up its pace at his statement brain fixating on the word 'us'. you and him. he was right. that was all that mattered in your relationship. if he wanted you to come and you wanted to go then why not?

[10:52pm] yn: oh. yeah okay. i'll come

[10:52pm] jk 🤪💜: i'm not trying to pressure you !

[10:52pm] jk 🤪💜: you really don't have to come if that's too soon for you it won't hurt my feelings

[10:53pm] yn: no i want to! just let me throw a bag together and i'll be on my way!!!

you hurried, grabbing whatever laundry was at the top of your pile and haphazardly stuffing it in your backpack while putting all of your toiletries into your tote bag. you contemplate changing into an outfit but then shake your head. it was eleven o clock at night and you already told him you were in bed, he should be expecting the worse.

thirty minutes later and you were standing outside of jungkook's door, biting the inside of your cheek, as you rocked from heel to toe waiting for him to open the door. and dear god you must've saved a group of orphans from a burning building in a past life because being able to see jeon jungkook in the flesh, hair half up half down, bangs spread across his forehead, bunny smile blossoming on his lips was certainly some kind of blessing.

he grabbed your bags from you and set them down near the couch before pulling you into a hug, one arm wrapped around your hips the other around your shoulder, your face completely smushed into his chest which was deliciously firm and required every ounce of self restraint not to sink your teeth into his pecs.

"missed you," he said, pulling back to get a good look at you. there was a small section in your brain that wanted to feel self conscious but you couldn't find it in you to care all that much when he was rubbing small circles into your back. he made you feel too good.

"you saw me two days ago," you deflected.

"still missed you tho. wanna see you everyday."

you shook your head, toying with the hem of his shirt. he was still all dressed up. "how long have you been home?"

"maybe 15-20 minutes."

"why you still in your party clothes then?"

"you told me i looked handsome, so i wanted you to see me in person."

you breathed out a laugh and looked up at him again, letting go of his shirt, hesitating briefly before reaching out and twirling his hair in your hands and tucking that one loose strand behind his ear. "you are handsome and very very pretty."

"pretty?" he asked giggling.

you nodded resolutely, absolutely taken by the way his nose scrunched up as he laughed, cheeks puffed out reminding you of how badly you wanted to kiss them. you weren't sure how to go about it tho. like, you could just go for it. that was your boyfriend. cheek kisses were definitely on the table, but you just hadn't gotten used to wanting. you were always the one that gave yourself up to those who wanted you simply because they would have you but you don't think you've ever wanted someone back. so this feeling of actually being invested in a relationship was new.

he knocked his nose against yours. "you're prettier."

and you knew he was messing with you. could tell he was waiting on you to make the first move by the way he lingered, his breath intermingling with yours. but you just couldn't push yourself to do it. it felt like an invisible force was holding you back.

he backed up from you. "okay. i'm gonna go change now. you can find something to watch if you want."

you nodded mildly disappointed. the hug was really nice. much appreciated, but it had been two days. you wanted a little more. you groaned internally. you were just gonna have to go for it. "wait!" you called out when he was halfway down the hall, moving to catch up with him. "is it okay if- can i- can i-" you fumbled over your words before deciding to abandon them altogether, raising up on your tip toes to finally press your lips to his cheek.

you could feel yourself flush all over, heat sneaking up on every possible surface of your skin. ugh, why was showing affection so embarrassing?

jungkook cackled at the way you couldn't even look him in the eyes. "you're so freaking cute."

and next thing you know you were being pushed onto the wall, jungkook pressed against you at every possible point of contact as he kissed you hot and heavy. his tongue licking into your mouth at a salacious pace, swallowing all the little sounds you couldn't help but make for him, hands squeezing where they gripped your hips. you were honestly dizzy at the turn around, barely able to keep pace with the ferocity with which he came at you with.

he could sense it too, slowing down the kiss until he was pressing small pecks against your lips. you were so glad you were backed into the wall because you don't think you'd be able to stand otherwise. you'd kissed a few times before, but never like that. he breathed out a laugh. "i wanted to do that so bad."

"then why didn't you?" you asked, smoothing your hands over his chest.

"because you kept staring at my lips and i wanted to see how long it was gonna take you to break."

there he goes giggling again like he isn't a little demon seed. you scowled at him. "i was staring at your cheek actually." you pressed another kiss to it. and one to the mole that was on his chin because you had a minor obsession with it. and a final one back on his lips just because you could and you were starting to miss the feeling of them against you.

"alright i'm actually gonna change now. we can do sheet masks together when i'm done." he stole one more kiss before pulling away and walking to his room.

"please come back fully clothed!" you called after him. you had no idea what other kind of stunts he had up his sleeve and your self restraint was severely drained. if you saw his abs right now, you don't know what you'd do.

"no promises!" he called back. you sighed. it was gonna be a long night.

a/n: if you saw me say i wanted to kiss jungkook's cheek no you didn't <333

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mariabtsos · 4 months ago

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Unsinkable ||j.jk|| - Chapter 7

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Description: The 1910s are the peak of passenger ships, it was also the peak of classism, Jungkook is a third class immigrant from Korea, and you are a first class “prisoner” not wanting to go back to a life of strict standards. Once you meet Jungkook, life seems worth living, but when tragedy strikes, will you guys make it out to live the life you planned?

Genre: One-shot, Titanic AU, poor/artist!JK x rich!f reader, angst, fluff, very slight smut, forbidden love.

Warnings: major character death, major maritime disaster, descriptions of panic, child abandonment, alcohol consumption, misunderstanding of character death, ANGST.

Word Count: 1.4k+

Oh Taehyung was in a big predicament now, he didn’t know at what point he and Jimin had been separated, but he was a nervous wreck. He was literally right behind him, when they got away from their room with Chris, when they had run into you and when you and Chris left, he was right behind him as they made it to the main deck, where the hell had he run off to now?

“JIMINIE” he screamed through the hoard of panicked passengers who were doing their best to get on the next lifeboat out of there. Taehyung wanted to find Jimin so they could do the same, maybe he’d wandered off to the area of the ship where they were letting no men board and was helping the women and children get on? Maybe he’d gone back down to help you and Chris find Jungkook? Maybe he’d gone back down all together and decided it’d be better to die at sea? Although Taehyung couldn’t possibly imagine that being something his best friend would do.

Jimin had come from humble beginnings, orphaned and left to his own devices he lived through the system until he was 18, with the little money he’d managed to save he got the first boat out of Busan to London for a fresh start, it was difficult at first, learning a new language and finding work when immigrants were looked down upon often, but Harland and Wolfe had given him a chance. He was part of the crew that had built Titanic, granted Jimin had no experience building ocean liners, but it paid the bills and his tuition at university, where he’d met Taehyung. Finding another Korean felt like a breath of fresh air, and after finding out that Taehyung’s grandfather worked for the same shipyard and was also working on the same ship, it wasn’t long before the older man took Jimin in like one of his own, sharing the small efficiency apartment he’d rented close to the shipyard. Jimin was Taehyung’s brother by all intents and purposes, he couldn’t leave him behind.

He started making his way back down to the same doorway he’d come out of just twenty minutes ago, he was going to find Jimin no matter what, they had promised to be there for each other on this journey, and if Jimin was going to die down there… Well, Taehyung had no choice but to join him.

“Jungkook-ah!” the doe-eyed man looked around, finding Jimin in the crowd of people, was he holding a baby?

“Hyung!” he ran toward him, quickly pulling him in for a hug, once they separated he noticed the man’s eyes were full of tears, “I can’t find Taehyung, we came up here together and then I saw this little one in a corner, left all alone and I couldn’t not go grab him, I couldn’t not help him, and now I can’t find him and I’m scared that we won’t find him in time,” he rambled on as more tears ran down his cheeks, Jungkook looked toward bow of the ship, the door that the fancy car you and him had been in not more than an hour ago completely submerged, if Taehyung went back down, he wouldn’t have taken long to realize there was nowhere to go anymore. “I’m sure we’ll find him hyung, he can’t have gone far,” he reassured him.

“Yeah, there’s nowhere to go,” Yoongi added, and you elbowed him pretty harshly, “horrible timing,” you simply said.

“Where were you headed anyway?” you asked the tearful man who had subconsciously started rocking the baby in his arms.

“We heard through the grapevine that the other side of the ship is letting men on the boats once all women and children have boarded, that’s when I saw him,” Jimin looked down at the infant, he was a year old at best, months old at worst, you couldn’t tell because Jimin had wrapped him in his jacket to keep him warm, all you could see was his face.

How could someone leave their child behind? Jimind said he’d been laid down on the floor, in a corner, what if the panicked crowd stepped on him? What if he was kicked and thrown in the ocean? The poor thing would die quickly and so painfully. “Let’s start heading there then,” Chris stated, going the opposite direction of the bow so they could go to the other side of the ship, you walked up to Jimin and gave his arm a reassuring squeeze, “we’ll get out of this and so will Taehyung,” he simply nodded at your words and followed you all.

The scene you found on the other side was a stark difference to where you had come from, the crowd was in a somewhat controlled chaos, with the officers trying their best to load the boats to capacity, even if a few still came up looking empty, they were nothing compared to the other ones you’d seen leave the ship.

“WOMAN AND CHILDREN FIRST,” one of them yelled, Jungkook and Yoongi pushed along, but you refused to get on until all of them could get on.

Unfortunately, that time never came. You hadn’t know how long the boat had been sinking, but the rumble underneath you was a sign that it wasn’t going to be there much longer, “Jimin you go, you have the baby, we will find you late,” Yoongi said authoritatively, the younger still looked terrified and upset, the tears had started to come back as he was urged into the boat. “Please, let Tae know when you find him how sorry I am for not telling him to wait,” Jimin hiccuped as the boat was lowered.

Jungkook turn toward you, taking off his life jacket and placing it on you, he must’ve seen the terror in your face, he cupped your cheek with his hand, rubbing it with his thumb, “just in case darling, I can handle paddling for while, I want to make sure you have extra support.” The rumbling came back just as the boat Jimin was in started to row away, Yoongi and Jungkook steadied you whilst Chris looked at the ground he’d been standing on start to rip apart, the lights flickering off entirely now, all you heard was screams, one particularly close to you.

“MOVE-” was the last thing you heard Chris yell, before you couldn’t see him anymore, you did see the sparks, realizing that the ship split in half, you felt Jungkook’s hold on you tightened as he screamed bloody murder, his best friend was gone, you brought your hand up to your mouth to drown out your own sobs. Tears poured out of his eyes furiously, Yoongi started moving you up towards the tip of the stern, “we need to find something to hold onto before this goes down!” Jungkook reluctantly followed, and now he thought of Taehyung, what if he was also killed by the ship breaking? Jimin would be inconsolable, even more so if he’d seen it happen.

However, you found Taehyung, inconsolable, holding onto the rail at the top of the stern, passing a flask to a man wearing a cook’s uniform. “Jungkook-ah!” he sounded cheerful, almost as if they weren’t in their current situation, “have you met the head baker? He’s been sharing the flask of whiskey with me,” his words were so slurred together, it took a lot of your concentration to understand what he was saying.

“Jimin was so worried about you, and you were getting drunk?” Yoongi was exasperated, was this guy serious? Taehyung’s eyes widened at the mention of his best friend. “Jimin is okay?” It felt like the world was quiet all the sudden, “I thought he died, I went down to look for him but there was too much water, and when I came back I heard a Korean passenger was shot and killed and I-”

Everyone looked at Taehyung with sorrow, “yes, he was at the main deck the whole time, he found a baby all by himself and couldn’t leave him be,” Yoongi explained, a bit less harsh this time, his voice wavered after the mention of his best friend’s death, “he was able to get on a lifeboat with the baby.” Taehyung looked down, a small hum coming from his lips, “he’s always talked about wanting to adopt you know, he wants to give his future kids everything he didn’t get,” the man who usually had a boxy smile adorning his face was all serious now, “we have to make it out, I can’t die and leave him all alone.”

Everyone was in agreement, as the stern slowly tipped up and made its final plunge, you thought it the water was getting closer way faster than you’d imagined. “Hold your breath!” was the last thing you heard someone say before you were pulled underwater.

#bts fanfic #bts #bts au #jeon jungkook #jungkook au #jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfic #jungkook angst

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stopaskinf · 5 months ago

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“I wish you roses, and roses, and roses, and roses”

Summary: Flowers and attached notes of BTS boys

Genre: Fluff, angst(?), descriptions of hardships and arguments between Tae and Reader but ending is hopeful

CW: Nothing

A/N: Who would have known my fall back into flower language would align with me doing my first prompt challenge thing. I used a bunch of them, so they will be highlighted in the notes.

Giving credit to @writinginstardust for their huge brain🫡‼️‼️ 🫶🫶

Jungkook: sunflowers, yellow tulips, red tulips

“For my sweetest pookie.

I can’t write much on this card because the company gave me a word limit. Poor me. Can you feel my pout through this? I wanted to tell you that I dreamt about you last night. I saw it so clearly. It was late at night and we were stargazing outside. Bam was sprawled out on our laps like the lazy kid he is while you talked to me about your day, childhood, and everything. I don’t remember which story you were on but I remember you smiling at the end. God, I told you how much I love your smile right? I want to see it again soon. Seeing your blinding smile, I rush back into the house to fish for this bouquet. When I gave you the flowers, you rolled your pretty eyes. Still, you gave me the warmest smile I’d ever seen. It felt like deja vu.

- From Jungkook”

Yoongi: tarragon, daisies, morning glory, gardenia

“Hello dear.

I’ve missed you. Last night I woke up in an insomniac haze. For a second I thought that I was home. I saw you standing in the shadows gazing into me. I came to you and you held me while I clung to you. You smelt like vanilla and lavender. You smelt like home. Then reality hit me like a brick. Genuinely. Once my vision cleared I had a thumping migraine between my eyes and a stiff-as-shit neck. You always did tell me not to fall asleep in my studio chair. I spent the next hour lying in the dark on my studio couch like a wounded orphan. I wish I had told you. I should have told you. I would have been less alone. Less in pain. I don’t think I’m cut out for this job, I swear.

I can see you rolling your eyes, but I mean it this time. I’m coming home tomorrow. Finally, I can’t wait. - Yoongi”

V: Saliva (Red, blue, purple), Red carnation, baby’s breath

“Hi, clover.

You miss me?

I miss you. I’ve been thinking about you all day. I feel dreary. I’m working on a small ceramic mushroom…It’s not going well, It’s too lopsided. The sky is covered in a light gray fog. I hear the rain splash against the windows while Yeontan barks. We were supposed to see each other but I’m all alone now. Are you still upset? I was harsh. I felt the fearful pain of you leaving me, so I was determined to hurt you back. To make you feel what I felt so strongly. However, when I went back to lick my wounds, memories of our bliss came back stronger. Every touch. Every kiss. Every midnight walk we had when we both couldn’t sleep. The mornings waking up together. I was a fool. I always am, but more so in these moments.

When I see you again, can I hold your hand? I miss your warmth. And you - Your Alien”

Jin: red roses, pink roses, white roses

“Did you know my mother adores you?

Yeah, you’re all she ever talks about. “Oh, they’re so sweet.”

“Have you no manners? You see them looking so beautiful and you don’t say anything?”

“Yah, Seokjin how’s my favorite child doing?” Then when I tell her I’m fine, she goes “Quit joking, you know who I’m talking about.” How upsetting! I’m her actual son, but compared to you I’m chopped liver! Still, I can’t blame her. I’m the same way. I missed you during enlistment. I also missed the boys. Though not as much when compared to you. I see them 360 days out of the year. They’re staples in my life, but you…you’re my world.

My private heaven. My home. And I’ve been away from my home far too long. I intend to fix that. Get ready!

- From, Kim Seokjin ♥️”

Namjoon: Magnolia, cactus, succulents, aloe

“

“If the devil were to ever see you, he’d kiss your eyes and repent.” - Farouq Jwaydeh

Good morning, my Divine. I hope your day is going well. Mine could be better. It’s not bad, but not great. Just a day. I’m in a rut. I went to the studio and tried to write but my slack brain didn’t want to. Instead, it wants to focus on you. Where is my love? Have they finished the book I gave them? Have they thought about me today? As I think about them every day? How often do they think of me? I could close my eyes and still envision them perfectly. It’s wrapped itself in roses and lilies and recites love poems and scenarios. It’s excruciating shit. So, I’ll give it and myself an outlet. For starters, do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting. You’ve left me so lovesick that I’m borderline diseased. My waking hours are anguishing. My feet feel heavy and my head spins. My third rib begs for its return to my body so that my heart can be caged away once again. I know this is a lot to take in. I want to talk about it more with you when I’m less of a shell of a man. I won’t resent you if you don’t reciprocate. I’ll be pained, but I’ll come back to you. If do you reciprocate…Either way, say you want me, and I’m yours. - Kim Namjoon”

J-hope: honeysuckle, forget me nots, chrysanthemum (red)

“Hellooooooo. I hope your day has been as lovely as you are, honey. By the way, what kind of jewelry do you like best? I can’t pick. Gold makes you look stunningly regal but Silver shows the depth of your skin and eyes. This bouquet and the jewelry were both supposed to be same-day gifts, but the company never gave me any damn updates! How unfair is that! So now, these gifts have been forced apart. It’s so cruel. 🥲

I know I could call you about this instead, but it’s too different. I’ve been gone too long. I said I needed a refresh. A moment to connect back to what I want in life. Well, I have! The sky is so clear. The sun is shining. The forecast said there would be nice weather. They were absolutely right. My feet feel lighter. So does my heart. The cloud that hung over me has gone and I’ve stepped out of the box that’s kept me trapped. I’m ready to take my first step, but I want you there with me.

Tell me what you want.

Of the jewelry, I mean. I can’t afford to spend the whole day shopping! I love you. - Jung Hoseok”

Jimin: white jasmine, hibiscus, daffodils, white camellia

“Hello Darling ♥️.

I just realized how much I love you.

Well, not just realized, but I still needed to remind you. It sounds corny, but I’m very sincere. Besides, there’s no occasion for when you should declare your love right? Sure, there are preferred moments, but what’s wrong with keeping love fresh and exciting? Shouldn’t you want your lover to voice their love for you every day?

No, but honestly, It’s crazy, really. No one’s ever made me feel like this.

I’ve dreamt about this for as long as can remember, but only now have I found it. The person who I thought of every second of every day. The person who colored my dreams at night. The one I envisioned whenever I sang love songs. The one who I searched high and low for without fail or doubt.

I’ve waited so long for this.

So long…

I just needed to remind you. I’ll spend the rest of our lives reminding you. So don’t worry, I’m here. - Love Mochi”

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candywife333 · 10 months ago

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One of the guys

pairing: OT7? alphas X chubby wingwoman HYBE employee Y/N (omega in hiding)

NEW MINISERIES (almost resembles a series of just dribbles)

Summary: She's the man. No literally. She totally is. At least in the perception of everyone at HYBE. She hangs out with the guys like a pro , strategizes with them to get them any girl of their choice, gets rid of their one night stands with ease, convinces their FWBs to leave them alone, provides constructive criticism about their sexual techniques, and even counsels them when they are having mental breakdowns. In essence, she makes MEN out of boys. Is that her job description? Not exactly. But she does it anyway. Because Y/N just happens to be one of the guys.

Warning: cursing, crude language, eventual smut

PART 1

"Y/N, does this outfit look good for the date tonight?!!!", Taehyung paced around in a panicked fashion, worried about being late for his date.

Y/N turned around slowly in her revolving chair nursing a freshly baked croissant in her hand, quizzical expression on her face, right eyebrow propped up in a strong arch. She calmly advised, "Lose the ugly plaid shirt and replace it with a plain black turtle neck. Get rid of that thirsty look on your face and wipe the sweat on the nape of your neck. You don't want to look like you just ran a marathon. As much as old spice commercials try to convince guys that women like sweaty men, we don't like guys looking like drowning rats on first dates".

Taehyung opened his mouth open in shock and disbelief at her cutting words. Y/N questioned nonchalantly as she propped her sweat pant clad right leg on the coffee table, munching on her crispy treat, " Have I ever mislead you boi? Till now, have you not bagged a chick under my guidance"? Taehyung winced, because he very well knew that not only him, but all the other members never lost when Y/N advised them with regards to the workings of women. Especially in regards to the mindset of omegas.

They were all alphas and any girl, or omega for that matter that they chose to pursue, they got. Mainly because of Y/N. You could call her a lifestyle manager or a counselor. The words were not apt enough to describe her position completely. She was all encompassing in her role. Nobody would be able to replace her.

Y/N was originally one of their junior managers, till they slowly realized that she was worth more than just that job role. Taehyung remembered the day they had met her. When Jungkook had been bemoaning his lack of p***y at the time, Y/n had remained in her usual uniform of black sweatpants and baggy black shirt with a smirking expression on her quiet face. Side note: None of them knew how y/N even looked like under those baggy clothes, she never changed her clothes, ever. Under any circumstances.

She had taken one look at Jungkook's pitiful, pathetic little face propped up like Orphan Annie on a blue loveseat, and remarked in her usual quietly cutting manner, "You need to wash that BO off your armpits boy. Brush your teeth. Use some salicylic acid on that face. And learn what weights are. Girls don't like oily spaghetti. We like it in our mouth when we eat it, but we don't like f**king it". They had all been startled at the time.

But she had resolutely continued her tirade, "You can take the advice or leave it. But I guarantee that if you fix what I said, you will have girls falling all over themselves for you, like flies over lasagna". After her curt statement, she walked away, a baggy legend , without even a glance backwards.

Over the years, since their debut, she remained in the background, mostly staying in HYBE's main building, acting as a mix between manager, mental health counselor, life coach and sex therapist. If anyone had questions that they couldn't get figured out anywhere else, they came to Y/N. Cause she was just that good. New idols swore by her, even giving up time off some times, just to have appointments with her biweekly.

She was too good, to the point that even the jade rock statue that was Yoongi, would consult her when he was struggling. And he never even consulted his parents, so that was saying a lot. It was even more hilarious that their head of PR and sometimes even Bang PD were found creeping into her office. She was a magician and a queen and she knew it.

Taehyung nodded at her suggestions, not questioning her and got ready to head out the door as Y/N made her way out of his dressing room. She rarely did much strenuous activity, so she had this habit where she calculated her steps daily and would be found randomly pacing around the HYBE building with her tablet in hand.

As Y/N left his room, Jungkook walked in, smiling at y/n in glee, making grabby hands to try to hug her. She swatted him away with a smirk and walked away as he entered the room. He grunted, " Looking good Tae. Off to bag Ashley I see. You are pulling all the stops for this one". Taehyung shrugged , "No choice dude. She is super selective about who she dates. Which is why Y/N told me to go for a basic but chic look. And she told me to keep some gum on me, in case my breath stank. Because apparently classy girls hate garlic".

Jungkook nodded absently, clearly not interested in girls like Ashley, the daughter of a makeup corporation's CEO. He motioned for Taehyung to come closer, as if what he were about to say were a top secret, "Do you ever wonder what Y/n ACTUALLY looks like"? Taehyung, bopped him on his coconut head with his right hand. "The hell do you mean, what she actually looks like. Not like she is lying to us. The girl doesn't even wear makeup". Jungkook shook his head frantically, "That isn't what I mean. I mean, we don't even know her shape, she dresses so baggy she looks like a blob. And her face is obscured by her thick black specs that honestly look more like sunglasses because of the tinting. And her hair is always pulled up into a bun, so we don't even know the texture of her hair".

Taehyung pondered these sentiments. For sure, Y/N was very bland when it came to appearance. The only distinctive thing about her was her ocean breeze fragrance. Otherwise she blended into the background. "Why are you suddenly so curious Jungkook? She's worked for so long at HYBE. Why does it matter"? Jungkook looked uneasy as he proclaimed after a pregnant pause and gathered Taehyung even closer as if to divulge some national security threat, "I have a suspicion that she has a........please don't tell anyone my conjectures........big ........ASS".

Dumbfounded at his outlandish statement, Taehyung exclaimed in disbelief, "You mean a BADUNKADUNK, A G WAGON, A DUMP TRUCK? OUR Y/N"?!! He nervously tittered, "no way man, no way". Jungkook winced as he continued, "Well I am sort of curious, because you see...", he twiddled his thumbs with trepidation, "I sort of was looking when she bent over to pick up a pen...and her shirt sort of slid up and I saw something that looked massive. You know, of global proportions". He paused as if in deep concentration, finger on his head, "Worldwide, if I had to put it in the simplest terms. And the stranger thing, is that her scent smelled like strawberry cheesecake for all of 2 seconds till it switched back to her usual fragrance".

Both of them stood there, puzzled in a quandary. This may not seem like a big deal. But it definitely was. Because if Y/N was pretending to be someone else entirely, their world view and perception of life, may have just shifted drastically.

#comedy #chubby y/n #ot7 #jungkook x y/n #taehyung y/n #chubby romance #eventual smut #plus siz e y/n #bts x plus size y/n #bts x curvy y/n #bts x chubby y/n

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incquotesx · 1 year ago

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namjoon : jungkook, we'll be back by 11, don't wait for us

clock : 11:01

jungkook : that's it! they're all dead. I'm an orphan now. There's no hope for me. I'll live my days begging on the streets-

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hannarchive · 2 years ago

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lubdubsworld (prev. sunshyngal) fics w/ chapter links

My favorite @lubdubsworld fics with updated links, (since their masterlist haven’t been updated with new links since they changed URL). Had a few people ask about it too, so hope others find this helpful as well.

(This is not even close to all of their fics. If you want to find more you’ll have to search their blog and/or go through their archive)

Yoongi x OC

Make it Hurt (Then Kiss it Better) - A/B/O

Summary : Min Jung fights her biology, her genetic make up, her body. But she can’t fight her heart. Especially when said heart keeps calling for a handsome Alpha with warm brown eyes and a breathtaking smile.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 6.5 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 (Final)

Amor Vincit Omnia - Gang!AU, Arranged Marriage

Summary : The worst thing you can do to a guy? Marry him when he begs you not to. Worst thing you can do to yourself? Fall in love with him afterwards.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16 - Chapter 17 - Chapter 18 - Chapter 19 - Chapter 20 (Final)

Taehyung x OC

Change of Heart - Werewolf!AU

Times are changing. After years of being oppressed, werewolves are taking a stand against humans , demanding equal rights and fair treatment. Heading the movement is Kim Taehyung, the breathtaking heir to the Kim fortune and one of the few remaining Alpha werewolves in the country. His disdain for the human race is well known and well warranted. They killed his family after all. He wants to change the world , to put humans in their place but when his five year old daughter takes a shine to their very human neighbor , maybe he has to start with a change of heart, first.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 (Final)

Jungkook x OC

The Sadness of Things - A/B/O, Arranged Marriage

Summary : A recently widowed Jungkook agrees to a contract marriage to keep his company afloat. His grief overwhelms him and it is hard to look at his new wife as anything other than an intruder .

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 (Final)

Harvest Moon - Werewolf!AU

Summery : Jungkook is a very special Alpha. The future head alpha and one of the strongest wolves in the clan. He is spoken for, a perfect mate ready for him. OC isn’t anything special. She’s an orphan and she wants only to spend the rest of her life in her cottage with a normal mate. She’s nothing special but somehow, Jungkook chooses her during the mating run and suddenly she’s thrown into a world that is both new and terrifying.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 (Final)

#yoongi #taehyung #jungkook #werewolf #abo #single parent #mafia #arranged marriage #angst #series #HA fic recs #bts fic recs #masterlist #lubdubsworld

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ao3statistics · 10 months ago

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Guide to all charts on this blog

The "most popular ships" and "most popular tags" charts are most often connected to a certain character.

Please not that the number of percentages in my pie charts correlate to the numbers in the chart and NOT the overall number of hits I got.

Meaning: All the hits displayed in the chart make up 100% and if I get many hits off Ao3 not all the hits will be displayed in the charts and the 100% will be made up from the most popular hits only (which are then displayed in the pie chart).

Long story short: I let Excel convert the real numbers I make the pie charts of into percentages.

I try to make my charts as easily accessible as possible. This includes:

writing that isn't too small

numbers and writing in black instead of grey etc.

colours that are easily distinguishable (no too dark colours next to each other etc.)

no colours from the red/green spectrum directly next to each other because some Tumblr users might have red-green colour blindness

colours that won't make you fall asleep

colours that (in combination with each other) won't give you an epileptic episode from looking at them

everything written outside of pie charts instead of outside and inside for easier comprehension

the same kind of chart for the same categories (pie charts for ships, bar charts for the most popular tags etc.)

I cannot account for everything though and might make mistakes. Some of my earlier charts might also not really conform to the above in all aspects.

Current Poll

Events

Most popular Sakamaki Vampire

Popularity of the Mukami vampires

Popularity of (all) the vampires in DL

Grishaverse

Who Kaz Brekker loves the most

Underswap Sans (Undertale)

Non-statistics stuff

Fruity Jason Todd Tags:

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Tumblr Poll results

Jason Todd's hair colour

Favourite Robin according to my poll

Last Update: 21.05.2024

No more links can be added to this post unfortunately.

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teenagebountyhunter · 2 years ago

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bloom is such a soothing and lovely written fic 😭 do you have any plans to continue it

You are too kind friend!

The short answer is: Plans? Yes. Any sort of timeline? No. It's outlined, most of it's written, and every time look at it, I delete half of it and decide it doesn't feel right. I realized recently that it's been a year I've been posting, so my new vibe is "whatever direction I take this story in is the right direction, and done is better than perfect."

What I can offer instead:

If you, like me, are a fan of this specific flavor of soulmate trope, here are all the fics I've found that stem from Mindheist's Never Let Me Go (RIP). They all link to AO3 unless otherwise noted, and they are listed in publication order. I've read the ones with *

Love at First Touch by bagelswrites [Jimin]*

Soulmate Bonded: Jungkook x Reader feat. Namjoon by minxy_keys [Jungkook feat Namjoon]- this links to wattpad. The story is also on AO3, but wattpad has more chapters

Airplane Mode by orphan account [Hoseok]

Turbulence by orpahn account (fallincarins) [Yoongi]*

By Accident by Nigihayami (Kohaku_xx) [Taehyung- in progress]

Take My Hands Now by RemindMeAgain [Jungkook, but also Namjoon- in progress]

Bloom by Teenagebountyhunter (this is me) [Namjoon]

Trip No Further by matchy9393 [Yoongi]*

The Two Who Found Our Destiny by PurpleMoonFlower [Jimin]

Soul on Fire by @vyduan [Seokjin- in progress]*

All I Haven't Said by @violetsiren90 [Namjoon-in progress]*

And if you, like me, are a sloot for Kim Namjoon stories, here are a few that I read or revisited in the last year (thought not necessarily posted within the last year) and enjoyed, alphabetical order:

Captive (#3) by smashin [Namjoon/Reader CEO AU, a one-shot in two parts]

I’m going to be (12,500 miles) by bazooka [Namjoon/Jimin, red string of fate soulmates- in progress, basically complete]

Love: A How-to Guide by orpahn_account (fallincarins) [Namjoon/Reader, strangers to friends to lovers (tbd) in college- discontinued]

New and Resplendent Colors by platinumtangerine [Namjoon/Reader who is an artist]

Sanctuary Between Worlds by GraphiteFox [Namjoon/Yoongi/Reader mafia AU]

Second Heart by RM091294 [Namjoon/Reader, JUST TRUST ME, THIS IS MAYBE THE BEST THING I READ THIS YEAR]

Substance by RM091294 [Namjoon/Reader who is also an art conservator]

Verified Amateurs [ONLINE NOW] by beebalm [Namjoon/Yoongi, friends to lovers]

Honorable mentions (Namjoon makes appearance, but is not the primary love interest):

Bona Fides by RM091294 [Jimin/Reader with a sprinkle of Namjoon/Reader who is a spy, seriously, just go read her whole back catalogue]

Proscenium by automnesleaves [Namjoon/Yoongi/Reader lover/friend triangle who are all teachers, the softest]

Speaking of the End by oh_hey_tae [JK/everyone, magic and curses, you don't even meet Namjoon until 66% in, but I love him, in progress(?)]

The Road to You by @bonvoyagenoona [Everyone/Reader (not all at once) who is on a journey of self-discovery, the Joon chapter breaks my heart a little]

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bangtanloverboys · 1 year ago

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you’re good to me // myg

summary - finding himself under a duty of care, yoongi makes a vow to himself to keep you and your daughter safe. the only question is, can he keep that promise?

pairing - mafia-babysitter!yoongi x single mom!reader

genre -fluff, angst, minor nsfw; mafia au

author’s note - this one breaks my heart a lot because i really really did want to work on it more and share it. i do have a large chunk of it written out, but unfortunately, it just wasn’t meant to be. it’s the wasteland baby!yoongi spin off :(

How a slimy, orphan, lonely piece of shit like Yoongi went from bouncing around foster home to foster home, to being in the innermost circle of the Jeon family, one of the most notorious mobs of the city, he will understand. All he knew was he was grateful that he decided to pick the pocket of the wrong person all those years ago. That person being the son of the former mob boss, Jeon Jungkook.

He had caught onto Yoongi’s quick sleight of hand and went back to confront him. Yoongi was a full head taller than him at the time, but Jungkook still managed to beat him bloody and bruised. But instead of killing him, he did something completely unexpected.

“Work for me.”

Spitting out some more blood, Yoongi stared up at the younger kid like he was crazy. “Why?”

“Because you have guts. Not many people try to steal from me. Come on, I’ll take you to my doctor.”

For nearly twelve years, Yoongi served the Jeon Family strongly and proudly. As Jungkook took his father’s place, that only rose Yoongi from foot soldier to one of the closest people in the inner workings of the Jeons. For a kid coming from nothing, Yoongi still couldn’t believe his life. But he could never picture leaving it. This was all he’d ever known: blood, pain, sex, money, drugs, and power. He didn’t know anything else, he wouldn’t know what else he could want. He would live and die in this life, that’s all he ever expected.

Until one day, he simply took a wrong turn, and found himself wanting more.

Jungkook had mentioned offhandedly that he would be talking with a certain business type to help expand his empire. It was expected, of course, for Yoongi to be there. So there he was, 7:30 pm standing outside a run down apartment complex, staring down at the address in his phone.

127 Ocean Street, Apartment 413.

To say Yoongi was unsure if this was the place was an understatement. Typically Jungkook liked to hold his meetings in upscale clubs he owned downtown. Not places that looked something out of his own childhood. But trusting his boss’s word, he started towards the building.

Once he was outside of the apartment, he knocked on the door in the pattern that was so ingrained into him, it was almost second nature. He frowned when the door didn’t open right away. He waited a few beats more before he raised his fist again to knock for a second time, when the door swung open before him and instantly he knew he had made a mistake.

Standing before him was you, dressed in a black cocktail dress, hair and make up all done. Like you were all ready to go out for a dinner date. You didn’t look at all surprised to see a stranger at the door, in fact you seemed almost relieved.

“Thank god! You must be the replacement sitter.” You left the door open for Yoongi, who simply stared at you in shock as you stepped away from the door. “What are you gonna stand there all night? Come in!”

Unable to form words in his mouth, he followed your orders, stepping into the apartment, shutting the door behind him. He stood by the door silently as you continued to fiddle with your appearance in your hallway mirror, putting on earrings.

“Eunji is asleep right now, she shouldn’t be up for a while. There’s breast milk in the fridge, so if she wakes up hungry, there’s that. I should only be gone a couple hours, but I shouldn’t be home any later than midnight,” you rattled off as you slipped on your shoes. Yoongi opened and closed his mouth several times, trying to tell you that he wasn’t your replacement, that he had the wrong house. But before he could even attempt to fully form the words, you grabbed your coat and headed for the door. “I’m so sorry, I’d give you a tour but I’m already running late and my boss will kill me if I’m not there before eight. Her crib is in the bedroom, first door on the left. Bye!”

And you were gone, with the lock of the door.

Frozen, he couldn’t move, staring at the door you had just left from. It was too late now, he couldn’t leave. There was a child, and by the sounds of it a baby, left in his care. Turning on his feet, he followed your instructions and walked further into the apartment. It was sparsely decorated, but scattered around the floor were children’s toys and playmats in between all the well loved furniture.

When he approached the bedroom door, Yoongi regarded it for a moment before opening it. Yellow light from the room behind him bleed into the dark room, only illuminated by the nightlight, projecting stars and moons onto the walls. It looked like you had converted half of your bedroom into a nursery, judging from the full size bed and desk that were pushed to one side of the room. The crib, as you said, was there, pushed up against the wall; as well as a changing table, a basket of children’s books and a rocking chair. Cautiously, Yoongi approached it, careful not to make any loud noises that could possibly rouse the child.

Standing above the crib, Yoongi stared down into it and sure enough, there was a sleeping baby. Something happened in that moment as he stared down into the cradle, there was a tightening in his chest and he felt as if he couldn’t look away.

Reaching into his pocket, he went for his phone, dialing Hoseok’s number without a second thought.

“Yoongi, where are you-?”

“Cover for me.”

“What? Yoongi, where are you, Jungkook isn’t going to start anything-”

“I’m preoccupied at the moment. Tell him. . . I don’t know. Tell him something. I can’t make it.”

With a huff, Hoseok agreed. “Whoever he is, he better be worth it,” he grumbled as he hung up. Yoongi could only hope that his friend would figure out a plausible, believable explanation for his absence

Returning his phone to his pocket, he continued to stare down at the child. Yoongi pulled the rocking chair up closer to the crib, sitting down stiffly as he never let his eyes leave the child for a moment.

This is fine, he thought to himself. He’d been on stakeouts before, keeping an eye on anyone who didn’t pay their dues or following around anyone who needed a protective detail. If you were gone a couple hours, this would be done and over in no time.

Yoongi just sat there and watched the child with an unwavering gaze. The baby (Eunji, that’s what you said her name was, right?) slept soundly, on occasion raising her small fists as she dreamt. He could feel the corner of his lips begin to tug, wanting to smile at the small creature. But just as the smile was beginning to crack, a knock on the door brought his lips back into a frown.

Quietly, he left the baby alone again, trusting nothing should happen to her in the few moments he would be away. He peered through the peephole and saw someone outside the door, suddenly he remembered that whilst you had mistaken him for a replacement sitter, he forgot that the actual one would eventually arrive. He opened the door, and there before him was a young man who looked almost similar to him. There were a few moles here and there that separated them from each other, and hair color was completely different. But he could see how you would so easily confuse him for your replacement sitter.

“Uh,” the young man was confused, no doubt not expecting Yoongi to be the one to answer the door. “Is this- Y/N’s apartment? I’m here to watch Eunji?”

He could’ve used this opportunity to escape, to free himself of watching a child he had no business with. But he felt that tightening in his heart again. No, he couldn’t leave this child. He couldn’t confuse and scare you that you had accidentally given your child off to a stranger (you had, but he didn’t want to risk any chance you’d go to the police either)

“I got her, don’t worry.”

“But wait-”

Without a second thought, Yoongi’s hand grabbed his wallet, pulled out a wad of cash and shoved it in the actual replacement sitter’s hand. “Take it. Shut up. Don’t ask any further questions.” With that he shut the door on the guy’s face.

The slam of the door shook the walls, causing a small thud to echo through the house and suddenly the worst noise he could ever imagine started.

The baby started crying.

Quick as he could, he ran back towards the bedroom. Her once peaceful sleeping face was now all scrunched up, small screams emanating from her tiny little lungs.

This is not fine.

In a panic, Yoongi scrambled for his phone again, dialing for Namjoon.

“What is it, Min?” He could barely hear his voice over the muffled base of the music.

“Don’t ask me any questions and do not breathe a word of this to anyone: how do I stop a baby from crying without killing it?”

“I’m sorry?” Yoongi could hear the smile in his voice.

“Answer the question!” He hissed.

“Well, usually picking it up and rocking it would help soothe it, if not, you could feed it,” he answered in an amused tone.

“How do I pick it up?”

“I don’t know. You just. . . pick it up.”

“Namjoon-”

“Goodbye, Yoongi.”

“Motherfucker,” he muttered to himself once he realized that Namjoon had hung up on him. Remembering the child in the room and he had just swore, he hissed out another couple curse words before finally managing to shut himself up enough. “Okay, picking up a baby. Easy-peasy,” he said as he shucked off his leather jacket, tossing it somewhere in the room and rolling up his sleeves.

As he leaned down over the crib, he suddenly became acutely aware of the gun tucked into his pants, of the pills he had packed into the jacket he just chucked across the room, of how much pain and destruction his hands had caused. Surely he was not capable of handling such a small and fragile thing.

But the longer she cried, the more he couldn’t take it. Swallowing his doubts, he swooped up the baby into his arms, tucking her close against his chest. “There, there. It’s- it’s okay?” He said as he gently patted her back, bouncing his body up and down. “Your mom. . . your mom will be home soon. She’s going to a- a work thing, I guess. But she’ll be back soon. I promise. Then you’ll never have to see me again, okay?” She only cried harder at that.

The longer he stood bouncing her, the more his body seemed to ache from the action. Before his legs could give out, he lowered himself back into the rocking chair. Leaning all the way back in the chair, Yoongi started to gently rock back and forth with ease. By some miracle, it worked. Her loud cries quickly softened into small blubbering hiccups. Yoongi himself almost started to sob, relieved she had stopped crying.

After a few minutes, her hiccups had ceased. Turning his head to look at her, he wondered if she fell back asleep. He was surprised to see a pair of big eyes looking back at him. He felt uncomfortable under her small but steady gaze. “Uh, h-hi, Eunji.” He could’ve sworn there was a sparkle in her eye at her name. Could babies recognize their names at this size? How old was she even? He had so many questions that only you would have the answer to. He wondered if he would be able to ask you when you got home. Glancing down at his watch, it was only 8:15. Barely an hour since you’d left, but you’d be home soon enough. “I’m. . . I’m Yoongi.”

Whilst Yoongi had compared watching a sleeping baby to being on a stakeout, it was anything but. After she had cried her eyes out after being so rudely awoken, she had started crying again. He attempted to rock her back to sleep, but then he remembered Namjoon’s words: “If not, you could feed it.”

Keeping an arm tucked closely around Eunji, Yoongi lifted himself out of the chair, heading towards the small kitchenette. As you had said earlier, there were bottles of (what he presumed) was breast milk. Taped to the fridge were instructions on how to warm it to the perfect temperature. Following them to a T, he placed the bottle to Eunji’s lips and again, she sobbing stopped. Her small hands grasped at the bottle, tiny fingers grazing over his as he held the bottle steady. His eyes flickered down to her hands. How small and tiny her fingers were. Just barely he could feel the touch of her hand against his.

“Never realized how. . . small babies are,” Yoongi found himself talking aloud. “Then again, never really encountered a lot of babies. . . Not since. . . not since foster care, I guess.”

When she finished her bottle, he set it down in the sink. He didn’t know what came over him but he laid her up right on his shoulder, patting her back gently to burp her. The action came on instinct, but he didn’t think to question it.

All full, and tuckered out, Yoongi could see her eyes struggle to stay awake. Quietly, he made his way back into the bedroom, instead of laying her down in the crib, he settled back down in the rocking chair. Once she was asleep, he’d put her in the crib. That’s what he’d do. Yeah.

Soon enough, small baby-like snores were emitting from Eunji. He could feel the small puffs of her breath against his neck. He smiled, never feeling so. . . so comforted by an action. He made an effort to stand but the moment she made a noise of discomfort, he stopped. Perhaps she wasn’t fully asleep yet. He waited a few more minutes before trying again, and again she stirred. Relaxing back into the chair, guessing he was stuck there. Unsure what else to do, he just held the sleeping baby in his arms, staring at the wall.

It wasn’t until close to eleven when you returned home, and Yoongi was still seated in the rocking chair, his back stiff and achy.

“I’m home!” You softly announced, he could hear you taking off your heels in the entry hall.

“Bedroom,” he responded, wincing at the way Eunji flinched when he raised his voice barely an octave. Within moments, you stood at the door frame, surprised but a smile on your face.

“Oh, wow.”

“She fell asleep and I didn’t want to move her. She wakes up so easily,” he tried to explain as you walked over to him. Yoongi stilled as you reached your arms around your daughter, gently lifting her out of his arms. He watched with awe as Eunji didn’t cry or fuss as you tucked her back into her crib, as if she knew by instinct her mother was home and she was safe again.

Once she was laid down in the crib again, you turned to Yoongi, who still sat defeatedly in the rocking chair. Yoongi had stared down drug lords, gangbangers, and all other criminal sorts before, but sitting under your gaze as you just looked at him, he felt small. Unsure what else to do, he stood up, grabbing his jacket from the floor and putting it on.

“She likes you.”

“What?”

“She’s never fallen asleep like that,” you explained. “She hates when anyone besides me picks her up. You’re the first one.”

Yoongi shrugged, unsure of what to say.

You bit your lip before continuing. “I’ll walk you out.”

“Thank you.” He followed after you at a slow pace, a strange feeling of melancholy washing over him. You stopped just before the door, he watched as you grabbed your clutch, digging through it before handing him a couple twenties. He shook his head. “No need.”

You frowned at that. “Are-are you sure?”

“You don’t have to pay me, it’s fine.”

“I-uh, okay.” You put the money away.

Reaching past you, Yoongi unlocked the door, opening it for himself. “Have a good night.”

Just as he was about to step out the door, you grabbed his wrist. “Wait!” He stared at you in shock. You seemingly mirrored his expression, surprised by your own brazenness. “I actually was wondering if I could possibly get your number? I know Nuri sent you over, but she didn’t give me your number. But considering Eunji actually likes you. . . Could you possibly help me out again next week?”

Yoongi knew he shouldn’t. Every logical atom in him was practically screaming at him not to. But he could see in your eyes that you needed help, desperately. He couldn’t explain it, but he wanted to be that help. He wanted to help you.

Silently, he nodded.

You broke out into a grin, again that familiar pull on his heart was felt. “Perfect! Um, what’s your number?” You went for your bag again, scrambling to grab your phone. Slowly, he gave you the number of his phone. You typed out a quick message into your phone, pressing send. He felt a buzz in his pocket.

“Got it,” he assured you.

“Great, and it’s Hyeon- right?”

Yoongi opened his mouth to correct you, but stopped himself. He shouldn’t give you his real name if he was to continue under the guise of the replacement sitter, he should use that name. “Yeah, Hyeon,” he said, stepping outside your apartment.

“Alright, get home safe!”

He couldn’t recall the last time someone told him to get home safe. “I will. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

With that, you closed the door. Yoongi stared at the door a few moments longer, still trying to fully comprehend that that truly did happen.

As it turned out, Hoseok had let it be known that Yoongi was at a different type of club and he was a bit. . . tied up to be there. He was relieved that Jungkook took it in good humor, ever since he’d come across Young, he’s been different. Still stern to the rest of his foot soldiers or business partners, but allowed himself to express more. Or as Yoongi had put it on occasion, ‘Not have a stick up his ass all the time’.

By the time Yoongi returned to his own apartment, he had an assortment of different texts from Hoseok, Namjoon, and Jungkook. But he ignored them all, seeing your message at the top of his screen. You’d already texted him the details for next week, Thursday morning, wanting him to watch over Eunji whilst you attended a three hour video conference. He could do that, he already managed to survive one babysitting gig. How hard could it really be?

The week flew by, having been full of running errands for Jungkook to make up for his absence. It ranged from watching over him and Young as they went on a date, collecting fees from loaners, and ensuring the distribution of product was getting out onto the street.

With each passing day, he found himself looking forward to seeing you again. It was odd to him, having only met you once, but he felt a connection to you. Yoongi wasn’t sure if he should be scared or happy about it.

Eventually Thursday morning rolled around and he found himself in front of your door again. This time prepared for what’s to come. He’d swapped out his leather jacket for a woolen pullover and his nice button up with a softer T-shirt. He had silently debated on whether or not he could bring his gun inside, but considering you would be home, he didn’t want to risk it, leaving it in the glove compartment. Taking a breath, he knocked on the door, not bothering with any specific code. In a matter of seconds, you swung open the door, a wide awake Eunji in your arms.

“Hyeon, you’re just in time!” You exclaimed, a smile on your face. You were dressed a bit oddly. From the waist up, you looked picture perfect business casual. A pastel colored blouse, paired with nicely done hair and makeup. From the waist down, you were wearing sweats and mismatched socks. As if you’d noticed him taking in his appearance, you quickly explained. “Video conference, they can’t see me from here up so, didn’t bother looking all nice.”

Eunji turned and looked at Yoongi, the small child’s eyes wide and curious. Yoongi gave her a closed mouth smile, unsure if she would even remember him. She smiled back, an opened mouth grin that was all gums and no teeth.

“Can you say ‘hi’, Eunji?” You asked your daughter. She made a few happy sounding gurgles in response. “Good girl!” You cheered before looking back at Yoongi. “Come on in!” You stepped aside, allowing him space to enter. He shuffled past you, looking around the sunlight filled apartment. “So the meeting will just be a couple hours, I’ll just be in the next room. She’s already ate, so if she’s crying for a nap. If she scrunches her nose all funny, it’s time for a diaper change. In the meantime, just play with her. She likes Mozart, FYI.”

It took all his strength to not visibly grimace at the idea of a diaper change, but he nodded. “Diaper change, nap, play, Mozart,” he repeated.

You revered Yoongi in an odd way, but said nothing about it. “Alright, the meeting is in five. Guess that means I’ll pass her over to you.” You began rearranging Eunji in your arms, ready to pass her off into his. He stiffened slightly as she made a small cry for you, but when she looked up at Yoongi, the noise stopped in her throat. “See, she likes you.” With that, you went into the bedroom, closing the door behind you.

Yoongi stood there for a moment, staring at the door, feeling different than the last time you’d left him. A small swirly feeling in his gut. Unsure what to make of it, he looked down to the small child in his arms. He felt awkward and stiff holding her, but she made no fuss. Only staring up at him with big eyes, did she recognize him?

“Okay. . . let’s get you to your toys, I guess,” he muttered as he carefully maneuvered his way over to the mess of toys beside the couch. At a snail’s pace, he lowered himself to the ground. He resituated Eunji in his arms, tucking his hands underneath her arms, holding her at arm’s length. “And sit,” he said, sitting her down across from him. Loosening his hold on her, he watched as she wobbled in place before leaning forward, pushing the boundaries of her abilities. Clearly, she wasn’t too strong to sit up all by herself yet as she leaned forward too far, almost falling smack on her face. Thankfully for his quick reflexes, Yoongi snatched her right back up. “Okay, you’re sitting here then.” He pulled her onto his lap, keeping one hand firm across her body like a seatbelt. “I’m bringing the toys to you.” With a stretch of his arm, he grabbed the nearest toy, a giraffe blanket type-thing that rattled as he picked it up. “Want this?” Yoongi asked, holding it to Eunji. She looked at it for a split second before smacking at it in his hand. “That’s a no,” he tossed the toy aside, grabbing the next one, a small plastic green keyboard with a butterfly on it. “What about this one?” Yoongi asked, pressing down on one of the keys, playing a note. Eunji’s eyes immediately zeroed in on the keyboard, making grabby hands for it. He brought the toy closer, playing it within her arms reach. She banged on it for a few minutes, uncoordinated and random notes of music filling the air.

That continued on for the next twenty or so minutes, Yoongi dragging a toy close to her and waiting for her judgment. Sometimes she’d slap it away, sometimes she’d play with it for a few minutes before shoving it aside. He’ll admit, it was entertaining, listening to her babble and smack about toys. Never in a million years would’ve he thought he’d be doing this, something so soft and caring. He couldn’t imagine it, him with a child, yet here he was as if it was the most normal thing to him.

It all went south about an hour in. Eunji was quiet for a long time, not quite interested in any of her toys anymore, no matter how much Yoongi dangled one in front of her eyes. Then he smelled it. “Shit,” he muttered to himself, picking up the child. “Did you poop?” Instead of that go-lucky smile she had on earlier, her face was all pinched. “You’re pooping,” he clarified, remembering what you said about her making a face. With a sigh, he lifted her up. “Diaper change, diaper change. . . I can change a diaper.”

Contrary to what he said, Yoongi could not change a diaper. He stood at the changing table, absolutely dumbfounded. He’s seen way grosser things; brains splattered against glass, cleaned up vomit and blood out of his car, stitched up wounds, and set bones. But he was frozen at the idea of changing an infant’s diaper.

But he couldn’t back down now. He was in too deep. Holding his breath, he began to unbutton Eunji’s onesie, leaving her naked, spare the giant bag of cotton wrapped around her bum. “So you need a clean diaper, which are here,” he said as he sifted through drawers, easily finding them and pulling out a fresh one, “and wipes.” He grabbed the small box. Everything prepped and ready, Yoongi looked Eunji in the eyes. “Hey, look at me. Look at me. You stay still and let me clean you. You got that?”

The baby only giggled in response.

Ten agonizing minutes of struggling, gagging, mumbling curse words under his breath, and down a sweatshirt, Eunji was freshly dressed in a new diaper and back in her clothes. “I really hope you don’t retain any of those words, kid. Don’t want your mom thinking I’m a bad influence.”

Eunji was back in his arms, happy and content, and hopeful she’d remain that way for the time being. Yoongi returned to the floor, setting her down this time on her stomach on a blanket. He placed some of the various toys she was playing with earlier in front of her, hoping to entertain her. Yoongi sat off beside her, simply watching her bang away at the toy piano and strangle various stuffed animals when his phone buzzed in his pocket.

Without a second thought, he answered it. “Min.”

“There's a situation going down at the pier.” Hoseok’s voice responded on the other end.

“How bad?”

“Just a couple Hwangs, caught trying to take inventory.”

Eyes still trained on Eunji. “I’m busy.”

“Busy with what? Min, we need you here, now!”

He knew he should go, it was his job, his lifestyle. But instead Yoongi found himself struggling, unable to depart from the small child that was placed under his care. “Doesn’t matter. Besides I’m on the other side of town, I won’t get there in time.”

“I swear, if you’re just getting ass-”

Yoongi hung up the phone before Hoseok could finish.

It was another hour before you emerged from your bedroom, no longer half dressed in office clothes. You were wearing more casual clothing, looking far more relaxed now that the meeting was over. Eunji’s head immediately snapped in your direction, joyous sounds coming from her as you swooped down and picked her up.

“Hi there, sweet girl. Were you good for Hyeon?” You cooed as you nuzzled your daughter. Yoongi’s heart swelled at the sight, before standing up from his place on the floor. “She didn’t cause you too much trouble?”

He shook his head. “She was fine, really. Although, uh, there was a bit of fall out changing her diaper.” Glancing at his discarded hoodie in the hamper.

“Ah, I’ll clean that up for you. You can pick it up next time. That sound okay with you?” You said, casually.

Again, ignoring the deep instinct to deny you, telling him to leave you and your daughter alone, he nodded. Yoongi could not fathom why he was so drawn to your family, how kind and compassionate you were to him, even if you only spoke with him a few times. He knew better than to get too involved, but for some unknown reason he couldn’t stop himself.

These babysitting gigs continued on for the following months, each time growing closer and closer to you and Eunji. Before he knew it, he wasn’t even sure if these visits would even qualify as visits. You’d invited him to the zoo, to a children’s museum, to the beach, to a local pool. All under the guise of him supposed to be babysitting your darling daughter, but rarely did you leave him alone with Eunji, you were always there by his side. It wasn’t always going out though, there were days when you still needed him late to watch her, whilst you went out for some work dinner or meeting. But everytime you came back, you offered him to stay a while longer, have a beer or stay for dinner. Yoongi wasn’t an idiot, he knew why you would ask him to stay longer. It would be a bad idea to get any more involved with you than he already had. But each time without fail, he said yes.

His times with you felt like a dream compared to his real life. Each time he had to say goodbye to you, he was reminded of the life he truly lived. Yoongi was grateful for Hoseok being able to cover him, but each time he had to make up for it by doing the most brutal tasks. With blood on his hands, Yoongi’s mind would wander to you, how disgusted you would be at his true self. He could almost hear Eunji’s horrified screams at his bloodied state.

------- that’s all i had written ------

Overtime realizes that the reader likes him and hence why she calls him like every week just to watch baby for an hour and he’s like really awkward but he slowly catches feelings for her and is very protective of baby

One night she reads signals wrong and kisses him and is like “im so sorry i didn’t-” he cuts her off with a kiss “you’re okay” maybe they start making out and get busy, then baby starts crying and he’s like “i should go”

It's only hours later that he’s getting a call from the hospital that her house/apartment was set ablaze (enuji and reader are fine, because of smoke they had to go either way bc baby)

Yoongi slightly loses it, and goes over to the hospital and takes you to his home

Car ride is quiet to his house, when he explains everything, reader rightfully freaks out because he’s a mafia member, she trusted her baby with a literal killer and locks herself in his room and he’s like “okay”

He calls jungkook and he offers her the same thing he offered his boyfriend (now fiance bc he proposed) (be sure to congratulate them); she asks to think about it

For the next couple days, Reader stays with him because yoongi doesn’t want her to leave his sight

Reader stays in yoongi’s room, enjoys the smell of his sheets

Yoongi tells reader that if she wants to leave, he wants to go with her. He’ll leave the mafia behind, he’ll go straight. He just wants to be with her, he sees a life and a future with her, something he never thought he’d have the chance before

With baby in other room, maybe smut

Morning after he wakes up and she’s gone

Yoongi throws a fit because she’s gone, took the baby and left, not even a note. Yoongi blows up on jungkook for not telling him she had made the decision already, but he said “i can’t do this” and storms out.

Cut to a few years later. Yoongi has been long since out of the, ending up in ireland. He’s sitting along the coastline, enjoying the ocean air. When a toddler bounces over over to him

He’s rusty with his kid skills, but he’s like “woah, where is your mother?” bc another korean person in ireland is like ‘ayo?’ but theres something about this baby that looks familiar?

The baby’s mother runs up to him like ‘oh my goodness, im so sor-’ and low and behold its the reader! She looks different, hair color and length, as well as some aging, but he knows her. He always will. He wants to say something but another voice from another person interrupts. He stumbles over his words before realizing he needs to let her go. They can never be. So he says goodbye to little enuji and reader, for the last time

The end

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