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[cheeseceli]

I'm not letting go

Pairing: Min Yoongi × Gn!reader (individually)

Genre: hurt/comfort, drabble

Prompt: “The only thing that is harder than sleeping alone is sleeping with your ghost”

Warnings: almost heartbreak, pressure of media (about your relationship), established relationship, not proofread.

A/n: don't be like the "fans" here!! Let idols date😭 | daily click

Yoongi has always been scared of falling in love. Not because he was scared of being hurt or abandoned, or falling for the wrong person. He was scared of it feeling good.

He heard the stories before. People falling in love and suddenly life has meaning. People sacrificing everything for the sake of a relationship and he was scared of this. Imagine being so unconditionally in love that you don't recognise yourself unless you're in someone else's arms? Yoongi didn't want to feel that. Sadly, he can't control the heart.

When you showed up in his life, he would've never imagined the impact you would've had. Every little action and thought of his was somehow linked to you, just like yours were to him. At some point, it was like you were slowly becoming one. And he liked it.

He truly enjoyed the feeling of belonging somewhere. He loved the fact he could go to bed smiling just because you wished him good night. God, he loved you. And although it took him time to admit it, that's a statement he's never taking back, even if that's precisely what the people wanted of him.

Gossip never fails on being fast when it's spreading itself. And the lies are also surprisingly quick to make an appearance. "Suga of BTS is spotted with a non celebrity on a date" is a title that sells a lot. "What a gold digger" is also a quick yet bold statement, that to not mention other people's opinion. People loved to intrude in Yoongi's life, and he could take it. But it was too much for you.

Especially when the company barged into your door, demanding you to sign a NDA about all the rumours. That was probably the worst part.

When you agreed to dating Yoongi, to dating Suga, you were well aware of his life as an idol. He had to work a lot, he'd be constantly overseas, you'd need to be discreet. But you were not prepared for the insane inhumanity that came along with fame. You were also not ready to see staff and managers trying to take over your life.

That's how Yoongi found himself on his bed, alone and without a single goodnight message. Today was particularly harsh on you. The company thought it would be better to break you two up and just tell the media they were wrong about the photos that were leaked. The fact they just sent you home while you were broken hearted was something that still lingered on his mind. And he still doesn't know why he didn't do anything about it.

Yoongi truly didn't want to fall in love. Simply because it was too good. And now, the best he ever had was being taken away from him. He could endure being alone, but feeling your ghost wherever he goes is just too much. That's precisely why he decides to wake you up by knocking at your door at 3 am.

"What are you doing here?"

That was it. No smile at his sight, no hugs, not even confusion. Just pain laced in your voice. Oh, how he hated all of that.

"We didn't break up, did we?"

"Your company said we should."

"But did we?"

You sighed. It was clear all that situation was exhausting you. But you still answered the door. You were still there. There was still hope, right?

"I don't know if I'm worthy of all this trouble, honestly. The messages I'm getting from the managers ain't any better from what I read on the internet. And that's your job at the stake here. I'm sure it's all way worse for you."

"So we're still together, but you think that's a mistake?"

"Not a mistake. No, never that" you breathed in and closed your eyes. Just this sight was enough to break a man's heart. "But it would make things easier for you."

"When has anything in my life been easy, Y/n? I don't care about that. Unless you explicitly tell me that you don't want anything to do with me anymore, I will not let you go."

"What about the hate comments?"

"I can sue every single one of them."

"And your company?"

"What are they gonna do, fire me?"

You laughed at that. Even if that happened at the same time your first tear rolled down, Yoongi was relieved to see your smile.

"You're too stubborn, did you know that?"

"It pays off." he said while he finally closed the distance between the two of you, embracing your figure into a hug. He missed the way you would circle his waist with your arms, how you'd hide your face in his neck. He missed you.

"Don't ever go to bed without wishing me a good night ever again."

"Noted." you smiled "I won't."

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Amygdala

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part 18

Namjoon’s showing up at the restaurant had not been a part of Margot’s plan, and Yoongi’s resulting reaction had been a less than ideal outcome to their outing.

The ride back to the penthouse was tense and silent, Yoongi’s hand’s clenched around the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckled turned white. The entire interaction at the restaurant had left him with a vein in his forehead throbbing so badly that Margot was half afraid that it was about to burst. The other worry that kept playing through her head was that he was going to turn the car around and punch Namjoon in the face.

Despite the dark cloud that remained around him the entire journey back to the penthouse, Yoongi didn’t say a word the entire time. The entirety of his focus remained on the road. Whether that was a good thing or a bad thing Margot had yet to see. She hoped for everyone involved that it wouldn’t blow up in their faces, but from what she knew of Yoongi, if he was still anything like the Yoongi that she had known, it didn’t bode well for any of them that he was stewing in his anger.

Yoongi’s anger had always run cold. He didn’t react rashly. If he was going to retaliate for the incident today, it would be well thought out, and he would strike where it hurt. It was the disadvantage to Yoongi’s particular brand of anger. At least when someone lashed out in the moment, it was over without any time for them to plan out something worse, but Yoongi would think through the cause of his anger and the target of it and find exactly what would hurt most when he retaliated.

Margot hoped that he wouldn’t strike back, but she also knew he was unlikely to forget what had happened.

She had started coming up with contingency plans the moment he’d shoved her into the car. She wasn’t confident that any of them would work, but she at least had contingency plans if she needed them which she had the very distinct feeling that she would. Placating had worked to get him out of the restaurant without any punches being thrown, and she was hoping that it would work again once they made it back to the penthouse. If there was anything that Margot had experience in, it was the art of placating people.

Growing up, her own parents had been constantly at odds with one another, and it had been Margot and her sister’s jobs to help smooth things over. It hadn’t worked in the long term, their parents deciding to split up when Margot was in high school, but she couldn’t help but think that that had been for the best. The pair had had a penchant to ruin anything they touched including their own lives and their children’s, but the skill of smoothing over turbulent emotions which was going to server her very well if she planned on surviving Yoongi and his delusions.

Yoongi continued in his seething silence as they arrived back at their building. Silently, he dragged her out of the car and to the elevator which had turned out to be a horribly awkward ride as Yoongi remained silent the entire time, quietly fuming and adding onto Margot’s anxiety.

The silence was slowly killing her, but she was too afraid of what would follow once it was broken. She didn’t know what Yoongi was thinking, but her own wild imagination had come to the conclusion that it was something horrible. Yoongi’s tight grip on her hand hadn’t helped to ease her anxiety either. His grip was almost bruising in its intensity as though he was afraid that she would slip away from him the moment that he let go. To his credit, that particular fear wasn’t all that delusional. If Margot had had her way, she would have run for the hills already.

As they entered the penthouse, Yoongi slammed the door behind him, one of the few outward signs of his current dark mood, and released Margot’s wrist as he stalked into the kitchen. Here in his own space Margot noted that he looked less like the predator and more like a puffed up kitten.

Slowly, Margot followed him into the kitchen tentatively calling out to him with the modicum of confidence that had returned to her.

All thoughts of Yoongi looking like an angry kitten quickly fled as he turned his gaze towards her. He hadn’t looked at her since dragging her out of the restaurant, and she was frozen in place by what she saw in them. She didn’t think that she’d ever seen such anger in Yoongi’s eyes, not even when he had realized that she was trying to flee from him. Yes, he had been angry then, but something about this was different. This held something darker and more territorial, and it was narrowed in on her.

Before she could react, Yoongi was striding back across the kitchen towards her, reaching her in only seconds. His hands came up to frame her face, eyes searching for something there though she didn’t know what.

They stood there for what felt like ages, Yoongi’s gaze focused in on Margot and Margot staring back in wide eyed apprehension until finally Yoongi spoke.

“I didn’t like seeing his hands on you.”

“Namjoon’s hands?” She asked, speaking slowly and carefully as though to a feral animal. She wasn’t entirely sure that Yoongi wasn’t one in this situation.

“Don’t.” Yoongi hissed, thumb brushing across her cheek bone in a motion far gentler than his tone. “Don’t say his name.”

“He’s just a friend.” She kept her tone even and placating still uneasy by Yoongi and his actions.

“He wants to take you away from me.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Don’t patronize me, Mari-ah. I know what he wants to do. I saw the way he tried to play hero.” Yoongi’s hands fell away from her, one of them running through his hair in a hurried motion that left the strands falling in all directions.

“He’s a cop.” Margot pointed out. “Playing hero is literally part of the job.”

“I saw the way he looked at you.”

She scoffed at that. As nice as Namjoon was and as much as Tae-il might like for her to date a young man just like him if not Namjoon himself, nothing had happened between them apart from the fake date he’d taken her on to get her out of talking to Yoongi that one evening.

“And how does he look at me?” She asked, crossing her arms under her chest and waiting for Yoongi to answer.

He scowled, crossing his own arms over his chest. “You know how he looks at you.”

“He’s a friend, nothing more.”

Yoongi chuckled, a twisted little smile on his lips though the expression had no joy in it, only bitterness. “He’s a man, Mari-ah, and you are a beautiful woman.”

“You’re jealous.”

He bristled at that, his whole body tightening up at the accusation. “I have nothing to be jealous over. You’re my woman, and he can’t have you.”

“I’m not your woman or anyone else’s for that matter.” she pointed out. “You kidnapped me. That doesn’t make me your woman. Technically speaking it makes me your prisoner.”

Yoongi’s gaze narrowed, his jaw clenched. “You’re mine, jagiya. You were mine the moment I laid eyes on you again.”

She sighed deeply, tucking a stay strand behind her ear. “That’s not how that works, Yoongi. You don’t get to unilaterally decide we’re in a relationship just because you want us to be in one.”

Yoongi paused, looking at her strangely as though her words were too ridiculous to comprehend. “Jagiya, this is forever. What we have will be forever.”

“We don’t have anything.”

He sighed deeply. This was an argument he had a nagging feeling they would continue to have until Margot gave up her delusions of leaving.

“What we have is everything, jagi. I love you, and you love me.”

She spluttered out a noise that was more of a squack than anything else at that. “I certainly do not!”

“Jagi…” The warning was clear in his tone, but Margot proceeded on, all previous caution thrown to the wind in favor of her current indignation.

“You can’t just decide that I love you even if you have lost your damn mind! You are a fully grown man not some delulu twelve year old! You have to realize how crazy you sound!”

“Mari-ah.” he cautioned again not liking where this was going at all.

“I would literally rather step on glass again than be here with you!”

Yoongi’s gaze hardened, his jaw set as he fought to reign in his own growing temper. “That’s enough, Mari-ah.”

“I would be lucky if Namjoon wanted to take me away from you! At least he’s not fucking delusional!”

Yoongi cut her off, one hand reaching out lightning quick pulling her in by the back of her neck as he ducked down to press his lips to hers.

A small “eep” escaped Margot at the unexpectedness of the action, and she stood there frozen as Yoongi’s lips moved fervently against her own. It was passionate and frenetic. It was both jealous and tender, conveying all of the emotion that Yoongi didn’t have the words to say in that moment.

Yoongi had certainly been touchy before since coming back into her life, but he had never crossed the line towards intimacy like this. She knew his intentions. He’d made them more than clear especially after kidnapping her from her home, but he had not acted on any of his delusions in such an intimate way until now, and Margot didn’t quite know what to do with herself.

It wasn’t as though she’d never been kissed before. She had, but she’d never been kissed by Yoongi, and that had been something of a dream of hers back in her college days. Her crush on Yoongi had been a dream that she had let slip away as the years went by and had been completely crushed as soon as he’d walked back into her life as a delusional criminal. As much as her mind knew that this was wrong that it wasn’t what she wanted, another part of her that was still that girl from college was swooning.

No one had ever kissed her like this before. No one had ever kissed her with such passions, such need. He held her as though she was something precious, as though she was going to slip away if he moved even an inch away, and the part of her that was a romantic swooned a little more at that, but as Yoongi pulled away, resting his forehead against hers as they both caught their breath, the part of her that knew who and what he was took over.

She brought her hands up to grip his wrists, gently beginning to pull his hands away from her and was mortified to realize her hands were shaking as she did.

“Enough, Mari-ah.” He rasped, staring deeply into her eyes as he did. She opened her mouth to say something, but Yoongi shook his head, stopping her before she could get a word out. “I can take a lot, Mari, but I can’t listen to you say you hate me. I can’t listen to you say how you would prefer another man. Please, Mari-ah.”

She nodded dumbly, still a little dazed from the suddenness of his actions and a little taken aback by the vulnerability in his eyes. In that daze, it suddenly hit Margot that he was entirely serious. He couldn’t stand to hear her talk about Namjoon as an option. He couldn’t stand to hear her say she hated him. He might have been delusional about her feelings, but his own were one hundred percent genuine. He actually had feelings for her.

She had thought that every declaration of love, every affectionate gesture had been a product of his delusions. She had assumed, or rather hoped, that with time he would snap out of his delusions. He would realize that he didn’t know her any more, that he certainly didn’t know her well enough to be in love with her, but that wasn’t the case.

Staring into his eyes in that moment with him staring back into hers, Margot had the horrible sinking realization that Min Yoongi was deeply, madly in love with her.

“Fuck.”

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part 25

Yoongi stared at the man, his eyes narrowed in displeasure. What was he doing there? Had Y/N brought him? Had she really brought him to their son’s birthday? Was it not Taehyung she’d been afraid of not so long ago, so afraid that she’d wanted to leave her apartment? Wasn’t it him that had made sure that he couldn’t reach her, who had provided her with safety, with security? How had things gotten so twisted that he was now the villain and Kim Taehyung was who she went to for security?

He was seething, but there was nothing to do at the moment. He didn’t want to make a scene in Ha Won’s home and especially not with Eun Jae in the house.

A slow smile spread over Taehyung’s features, a sly Cheshire kind of grin. He’d been looking forward to this interaction, but before he could say anything, Y/N appeared seemingly out of thin air with a look like thunder on her face as she observed the two of them glaring at each other.

Yoongi looked like he was about to say something, but she cut him off before either man had a chance to speak.

“No.” she huffed, placing her hands on her hips as she stared them both down. “We will not be doing this today. It is Jae-ah’s birthday, and I will not have you two ruining it with whatever dick measuring contest you’re trying to have.”

“Angel,” Yoongi tried only to be quickly thrown a venomous look he’d never seen from her before.

“Save it.” She hissed, pinning them both in place with a glare. “You,” she pointed at Yoongi. “Will stay on one side of the restaurant, and you,” she turned to Taehyung. “Will stay on the other, and never the two shall meet. Okay?”

With a sigh, she plastered on a smile giving both men whiplash as she turned to face Yoongi’s mother who had been watching the exchange with marked interest. “You must be Mrs. Min. It’s very nice to meet you. Please make yourself at home.” She bowed respectfully, her smile tired and strained behind the forced brightness.

“Y/N…” Yoongi moved forward, ready to step in and ask her to sit down seeing how tired she appeared, how worn, but just as he stepped forward she stepped back, away from him and towards Taehyung.

The action felt like a dagger being plunged into his heart.

“Please, enjoy the party.”

And with that she stepped away from them all to greet the first of the guests arriving.

Yoongi watched as she ushered in the first set of mothers and toddlers, thanking them for coming and directing them to take a seat and for their toddlers to go play. Eun Jae was nearly buzzing with excitement as the other children started to arrive, and Yoongi couldn’t help but feel some of his annoyance begin to melt away at the sight.

They were his family, no matter what Y/N said to the contrary, and he was happy that they were happy though he would have been happier if Y/N would only see things his way.

He couldn’t understand where things had gone wrong. Surely she had to have known where things were going. She had to have known what he felt for her. How could communication have gone so south that she hadn’t realized that he loved her, that he had proposed to her. Perhaps he should have been clearer with his intentions, but he had thought that he’d given her every sign that what they had was more than just a contract. It had always been more than just a contract for him. Maybe he should have told her that sooner. Maybe then they wouldn’t be in this mess now, but it was a mess he fully intended to clean up. If he had his way, everything would be put to right by the end of the day, even if it meant having to deal with Taehyung.

While Y/N was distracted with the guests and the little ones, Yoongi made his way over to where Taehyung was sitting. They had business to discuss.

Taking a seat, Yoongi watched the man before him with a narrowed gaze. The way that Taehyung sat, legs elegantly crossed without a care in the world, irritated him. This man was a leading cause of stress in his life, and yet he seemed completely unbothered by Yoongi in turn.

“We need to talk about Y/N.” Yoongi began.

A slow smile spread across Taehyung’s features. “I believe that situation is already resolved. Her debt to you is paid. You two don’t need to have anything else to do with each other.” he shrugged. “She certainly doesn’t want anything more to do with you.”

“You’re meddling with things that don’t concern you.” Yoongi gritted out, each word spit from between clenched teeth as he fought to keep a rein on the anger burning through him.

“Eun-Jae is my son, and Y/N is his mother. I think I have a stake in their well-being.”

Yoongi scoffed, crossing one arm over the other. “you can’t honestly think there’s a future for you with Y/N and Eun Jae?”

He shrugged again, flicking an invisible piece of lint off of his sleeve. “Maybe.”

Yoongi uncrossed his arms leaning forward. “There’s no future for you with her. You might toy with her for a while, string her along, but she won’t be the woman you settle down with.”

Taehyung’s eyes narrowed, the faintest sign that Yoongi’s words had gotten to him. “Is that so?”

“You’ll settle down with the society darling your family always wanted for you, someone whose family has influence to bolster your own, and Y/N just isn’t that woman. Besides, do you really think that your society wife is going to welcome your bastard son and his mother? They’ll be pushed out like the threat to her and your future sons that she’ll see them as, and then where will Y/N and Eun Jae be?”

“You think I’ll abandon them?”

“I think holding on to them will make all your lives more difficult in the long run, especially since you don’t love her.”

“I don’t?”

“She’s a novelty to you, but can you really picture yourself with her for the rest of your life?” Taehyung stayed silent. “When I look at Y/N I see my future. I see the rest of my life. She’s the woman I’m going to marry.”

“Doesn’t seem like she agrees.”

It was Yoongi’s turn to shrug. “She’s frightened right now, overwhelmed. She’ll come round.” Yoongi’s gaze sharpened, focused on Taehyung. “But she can only do that if you stop enabling her.”

“I want to be in my son’s life.”

Yoongi leaned back, relaxed once more. “I never said that you couldn’t be. Things can be arranged.”

This grabbed Taehyung’s attention. “Go on.”

“There’s no reason you can’t be in his life. You just can’t be there as his father. It blurs too many lines. There’s nothing to say you can’t be in his life as an uncle though.”

“An uncle?” Taehyung quirked a brow. “How would that work?”

Yoongi shrugged again. “You’d be an uncle just like any other close friend of the family. You’d be allowed to see him and interact with him. You’d get to know him without the responsibility of fatherhood.”

“You’d be his father then presumably?”

“He already calls me appa.”

“What about Y/N? Will she agree to all this?”

“She’ll do whatever is best for Eun Jae. She’s an exceptional mother.” Yoongi stated with a swell of pride.

Taehyung thought for a moment, mulling over the possibility presented to him. It wasn’t a bad deal. Yoongi had made some good points. Deep down he know that Y/N wasn’t going to be the person that he would spend the rest of his life with. She was a nice girl and an exceptional mother. He’d always be grateful that she had stepped up to look after Eun-Jae when he hadn’t, but she wouldn’t fit in with his set. She wasn’t the woman he was going to marry. He wanted to be in Eun Jae’s life, but he couldn’t be the father he needed.

Bastard children never went over well in his set. They were considered low born. Worse, they were considered a threat to the legitimate children of the family. It would have been different if Eun Jae was the child of a first marriage, but he wasn’t. He was the product of a youthful fling, and Y/N wasn’t even his biological mother. Keeping them close would cause him grief later on, but Yoongi was offering him an intriguing alternative.

“What do you need from me to make this happen?”

A grin broke over Yoongi’s features. Knowing he’d won, he began to speak detailing how Taehyung would drive Y/N back into his arms.

With Taehyung on his side he’d have Y/N and Eun Jae home in no time, probably by the end of the evening, but not back to the penthouse. No, he’d bring them to the new house. He had it all set up already, and it was there that they would build their home and their family.

The security there would be tighter keeping Y/N and the children safe and secluded as they settled into the boundaries of their new lives. She would need space, especially in the early days of her pregnancy. He wanted everything to go as smoothly as possible. Stress wouldn’t be good for anyone as they entered this new phase of their lives.

She would of course be allowed to see her grandmother, and Yoongi had promised Taehyung access to Eun Jae. It was a small, if not annoying, price to pay for the peace of his family.

“Appa!” Eun Jae shouted, running across the room to where Taehyung and Yoongi were seated, and Yoongi eagerly opened his arms for the little boy. “You’re back!”

“Of course I’m back.” Yoongi chuckled, lifting the little boy up to sit on his knee. “How do you like your party?” he asked, listening intently to the rambling answer the toddler gave him.

Taehyung sat quietly, watching the interaction intently.

Eventually, Eun Jae hopped down, scurrying off to rejoin the rest of the children.

“You’re good with him.” Taehyung spoke after a moment. “He likes you.”

Yoongi huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in his seat. “Of course he likes me. I’m his father.”

“He doesn’t really like me.” Taehyung lamented, the look in his eyes almost wistful.

“He doesn’t know you.” Yoongi shrugged, completely unbothered by Taehyung’s melancholy. It was right that his son didn’t like Taehyung very much. The man wasn’t his father in any way that counted. That was Yoongi’s position.

“Y/N doesn’t like me very much either.” he started again. “Are you sure she likes you?”

Yoongi narrowed his eyes, fixing his stare back on Taehyung. “She liked me well enough before she got spooked.”

“And what’s to stop her getting spooked again?” he asked, leaning forward conspiratorially. “If I help you with this, she won’t come to me again for help. She’ll go into the wind.”

“She doesn’t have the means to go into the wind.” he scoffed. “And she’d never leave her grandmother behind. Besides, she won’t try to leave again.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because she’s my life. I won’t let her slip away so easily.”

————

The party went off without a hitch other than the initial hiccup between Yoongi and Taehyung at the beginning, or at least that was Y/N’s assessment of the day.

All of the guests had been seen off, including Yoongi’s mother. She had been an awkward addition to the day, but Y/N had managed as best she could. Her grandmother had been more than happy to spend the day with the other woman, chatting her ear off. Y/N could only hope that the two of them hadn’t made too many plans. She knew that her grandmother was going to be disappointed enough when she broke the news that she and Yoongi were not together anymore, not that they ever had been together in the first place. It would break the poor woman’s heart even more when Y/N broke the news of the pregnancy. It would be terribly disappointing to her that both of her granddaughters would have children without a single husband in sight.

A big part of her was glad that the day was over. As much as she loved her son, children’s birthday parties were exhausting. The day was made even tiresome due to the strain of the two men trying to have a pissing match over her and Eun Jae and the addition of a woman who held the belief that she was her future mother-in-law. Overall she was more than ready to go home for the evening, not that she really knew where that was anymore.

Eun Jae had crashed and was resting against her shoulder ready to go home for a rest as well as she made her way over to Taehyung. “I think that we’re ready to go home.”

Taehyung nodded, smiling as he called Yoongi over. “I think your family is ready to turn in.”

Yoongi nodded, reaching to take Eun Jae from her arms, but Y/N flinched back, holding him tighter as she did.

“Taehyung, what are you talking about?”

“Y/N, I think this has all been a big misunderstanding. You didn’t tell me that you and Yoongi were engaged!”

Y/N stared at him in shock, shaking her head a little to make sure that her ears weren’t stuffed and that she had heard him right. “We’re-we’re not engaged.”

“Y/N…” Taehyung scolded, playing his part to perfection. “You can’t run off because of one argument. That’s not fair to Yoongi or Eun Jae. It’s not fair to you or the baby either. You should go home and work it out. Hmm?”

Her eyes darted between the two men, trying to figure out what had transpired since she’d spoken to them both last. They’d been at each other’s throats, and now they were acting as though they were old friends.

“You must be tired, baby.” Yoongi took a step forward, gently wrapping a hand around on of her arms. “Let’s go home.”

“I’m not going home with you!”

Yoongi leaned in, whispering into her ear. “Don’t make a scene, angel. It’s not good for you or the baby.” She stared up at him horrified, the feeling only growing worse as Taehyung said his goodbyes and walked out the door without her.

“Halmeoni!” Yoongi called, steering her towards her grandmother with a firm grip. “Thank you for hosting today.”

She waved him off, more than ready to head up for the night herself. “Anything for my grandson. You should get this lot home. They looked exhausted.”

“That’s the plan.” Yoongi grinned roguishly.

“Halmeoni…” Y/N tried, but Yoongi squeezed her arm, quickly shutting her up.

“You’re a good boy, Yoongi.” Halmeoni sighed, reaching up to pat him on the cheek affectionately. “You’re mother raised a good son.”

“She was happy to meet you today.”

Halmeoni nodded happily. “I was happy to meet her. Now get these two home.”

Y/N managed to squeak out a goodbye before Yoongi ushered her out to the car. Eun Jae was practically pried from her arms and placed into the car seat, and she was ushered into the front seat.

Neither one of them said anything as Yoongi began to drive them home. It wasn’t until they pulled up at the gates of a house that Y/N didn’t recognize that she spoke up.

“Where are we? This isn’t your building.” she looked around apprehensively as Yoongi punched in the code for the gate. Her unease only grew as the they drove through, and the gate shut behind them.

“This is our house.” Yoongi finally explained as he parked the car, turning to her with a crooked grin. “Welcome home, angel.”