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fruitmins · 10 months

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Agust Dad—Prologue

➭ summary: Your a producer from another company that he happened to be collaborating with on his 2nd album D-2. At the release party— one drunk action leads to another, you do the worst thing you can do in the industry and change your fate forever.

➭genre: short series, pregnancy au, idol au, angst, dad au

➭warnings: smut that includes unprotected s*x (don’t do that), cuss words, mention of alcohol and drinking, kinda rough s*x, a little dirty talk

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➭note: yoongi is leaving for the military so let’s make him a dad to patch up my grief☺️ Have to give credit where credit is due; this was inspired by a writer named sopebubbles. And ik it’s not clear but he is still in BTS. ⚠︎ this is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. yoongi is used solely as a face and a name for the story. this is not a representation of real-life scenarios.

“I think, we should make a toast, to Mr Agust D himself of course.” The head producer said over the chatter in the lobby, noticeably drunk but it just so happened that everyone else was also. Even you.

But that was the point of the pre-release party. It was to celebrate how rich everyone were about to be and that everyone could relax after several hard months.

Even though you were only at the album camp for a week, only working on one song and from a entirety different company, somehow you found yourself at the rented hotel partying like the rest of the producers.

The infamous artist groans in embarrassment and this eggs everyone on further, raising their glasses towards him and applauding. “We are never doing this again.” Yoongi slurs, a little tipsy himself as he chuckles, the alcohol starting to loosen him up a bit.

It wasn’t like Yoongi always had his guard up, at least not around his colleagues anyways. He was just incredibly professional and slightly uptight. The two of you had spoken a handful of times while at the camp, mostly focusing on the song and the two of you worked well together.

You were from a more smaller company and when the two of you first met, he said he looked up some of the other collaborations that you did and was fond of your work. It was incredibly easy working with him and his team. No one could deny that the two of you had chemistry when it came to music. If you had a thought or suggestion Yoongi would practically finish your sentence. And if he wanted to change something you would already be on it.

Most of his other producers were amazed at how fast the two of you were working and how smooth it was going, which was half of the reason they wanted you to attend the party in the first place. The first producer to make the Agust D smile while working on a song instead of being tense.

But despite everything, you two hadn’t spoken much since then, so it was a surprise to you when he had stepped up to you when you alone in the kitchen, getting yourself another drink.

The first bottle of whiskey was already run dry, so you were to busy stumbling as you stood on your tippy toes to reach the other bottle in the cabinet to notice he had walked in the kitchen and was watching you from afar.

You hadn’t realized that he stood only a couple steps away from you, watching and analyzing your every move. His eyes wandering your body and curves as you struggled to reach the desired item. He couldn’t help but stare at your ass that was covered by your tight black skirt and watched as your breasts jiggled the more you stumbled and reached for the drink.

With his own new desire in mind, Yoongi finally advanced towards you. Making his movements slow and menacing, not stopping until he was behind you and his back was almost pressed against you.

Feeling the sudden body heat you spun around, your eyes widening even further when they meet his dark brown ones. You back away slightly, trying to create some distance but move hip first into the counter behind you causing you to wince in pain.

“You should be more careful, Y/N-ah.” He spoke in a soothing low tone, suppressing a small smirk when he saw how flustered you got, your cheeks even more red now and not just from the alcohol.

“Sorry, Min Yoongi-ssi.” You mumble with a nervous chuckle trying to stay professional and not get sucked in by his expensive perfume and deep gaze. It had already been heard enough to ignore his beauty during camp.

He lets out a deep chuckle, cracking a small friendly smile that hides his true intentions. “No need to be so formal Y/N.” He says, tilting his head slightly to take in more of your features.

He had spent almost a full week with you, and of course he noticed how pretty you were but he paid no mind to it. After all, he was focused on his work and he had seen better woman before. But now he had gotten a good full look at you with more of an (hazy) open mind.

“Ah, Y/N-ah don't you know? You shouldn't apologize to me when you're in no wrong. You shouldn't lower yourself to me so much." He said his smile turning more into a smirk.

“And plus, I’d say we have gotten quite close,” he spoke, his voice getting more quiet as he leaned more into you, pinning you between the counter and his body. “Don’t you think?” He asked with a smile smirk, having gotten you right where he wanted you.

“Wow,” You breathed out, glancing around the empty kitchen as if you were imagining everything that was happening. Guiltily, you had already had some inappropriate thoughts about him before thanks to his song lyrics but you knew better not to act on them.

“I guess so...” Your voice trailed out and you think you’re being discreet about finding an exit but Yoongi notices.

He leans more against you body so that by now they are touching. He continues to focus his eyes on you before effortlessly reaching an arm above your head as he grabs the drink for you.

Your eyes light up at the drink, even though it’s clear you don’t really need any more. “Thank you Yoongi-ah~” you slur while reaching for it but he pulls his arm back and takes the bottle out of your reach much to your confusion.

He chuckles with a soft smile at the cute expression, this one being more genuine than the last. “I don’t think you need anymore of this.” He says with a smug smile as he looks down at you. Yoongi moved one of his arms down and placed his hand on your hip that bumped into the counter earlier. The other hand still on the drink. He smirked once again as he moved his face closer to yours. "I wouldn't like for you to get hurt again."

Your throat hitches as you feel his warm hand on your hip, drawing small circles into it as he spoke in a soft tone. You finally see the hint of lust in his eyes that you failed to notice before and your heart thumps.

“You’re right. I think I’ll just go back to the party.” You say with a nervous chuckle, trying to somehow squeeze past him to get to the lobby while still being trapped between him and the counter behind you.

"I wouldn't advise you to go to the party. It's noisy and loud, there'll be too many people." Yoongi subtly brought his other arm with the bottle down and placed it on the counter, blocking all of your exits.

Now knowing where this was going you lean back more into the counter. “I don’t think this is a good idea.” You whisper looking down and away from his face so you’re not tempted to do anything that could possibly put your job in jeopardy.

“Why?” He said in a confident deep tone. “You know company’s have loosened up, and we’re grown adults.” Yoongi said with a soft chuckle as he leans closer to where you could feel his breath on your shoulder, trying to sound as gentle as possible.

“We’re from different companies.” You whisper, breathing getting heavy as the tension in the room starts to get hotter. Three drinks ago you wouldn’t even be considering about this, and maybe he wouldn’t even be either. But here you were.

“That's the best part." Yoongi said in a low voice as he took two fingers to move your chin so you were looking directly at him. He brushed your hair out of your eyes before tucking it behind your ear.

"No one from your company is even here and no one of my company knows you." He states calmly, giving you his signature smile for reassurance but the look of passion in his eyes tells a different story.

Your breathing becomes hitched as the hand on your hip begins to move to caress your side. He takes a swig of the alcohol as if to say ‘fuck it’ before quickly planting a hungry kiss on your exposed neck.

You bite your bottom lip to hold in a gasp as his wet soft lips hit your skin. His grip tightens on your hip as he kisses a trail down your neck "You're so beautiful," he breathes against your skin, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Your mind is hazy from the alcohol and his touch and suddenly all logical thinking begins to dissolve. All you can think about is how touch deprived you’ve been for years. How one of the most richest and famous person alive were telling you how beautiful you were. You can’t remember the last time you’ve let yourself let loose and release some steam.

He leans in close and presses his lips against yours, his tongue moving against them in a slow glide before pulling away. "No one has to know. Except for you and me." He says in a husky voice.

Now that he has you in his grasp, he gently takes your hand in his and leads you both out of the kitchen and upstairs to a one of the many empty hotel rooms that would soon be filled with drunk coworkers.

As soon as you step inside the room, he shuts the door behind him and locks it securely. He moves towards you again, placing a sloppy but firm kiss so you can taste the mix of alcohol on his lips while holding onto your waist tightly.

This time you return the kiss, now with your own hunger. “So pretty..” he praises again when he pulls away to catch his breath.

He starts kissing down your neck, his hand quickly moving to reach down to your blouse and unbutton it. You can feel the heat rising between you two, your breaths become shorter and quicker, your hearts racing in sync as he successfully gets your shirt off and on the ground.

You don’t have time to think as his hands move up to your breasts, feeling their weight and massaging them as he kisses you deeper. As he reaches your cleavage, he begins to undo your bra, letting go of your breasts so he could remove it completely. He holds the kiss as he does so causing your breathing to become faster and heavier at his touch. It was like an addiction, that you couldn’t get enough of.

He steps back, taking in your beautiful breasts for a moment before concluding that you needed all of your clothes off. He moves down and starts kissing all around your neck, chin, and jawline, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses and uses this as an opportunity to push you towards a nearby couch.

He kicks off his shoes as you collapse on the couch and he does the honors of taking off your heels for you as you quickly get off his shirt. He leans forward, and presses another passionate kiss against yours. “I’ve waited months for this..” he mumbles into the kiss, lying right out of his teeth.

His hands start to roam again, this time he takes the waistband of your skirt and pulls it down to your legs. “Let’s make sure you’re nice and wet for me..” he says in a deep husky voice as he slips his hand through your underwear feeling your wet fabric first.

You shiver when his fingers brush against your slit and as soon as he feels how soaked you are, he smiles widely leaning in to kiss you again. “So wet..” he hums before pulling his warm fingers away to pull down your underwear completely.

So having seen and felt enough, Yoongi unbuckles his pants and lets them fall to his knees. You can see the outline of his hard cock tugging at his boxers. He finally removes his boxers and his cock springs out, precum already leaking in anticipation. If being completely sober you would be more embarrassed of the situation, but your mind is to clouded by lust and warmth that you can take in his body completely.

He moves closer towards you once more, pressing himself firmly against you so that you're able to see every inch of him pressed against your stomach. "Mmmh...you like what you see?" he asks softly, as he wraps his hand around his cock.

You nod, a little to quickly as you watch him with pleading eyes. He smirks at your needy gaze, his hips moving into his hand involuntarily as he rubs his hand over your thigh.

Feeling your heat, he leans forward and kisses you, deepening the kiss as he slides his hands up your thighs to your hips. He squeezes them tightly, holding you in place as he slowly rubs himself against your entrance. He places one hand behind your neck while the other holds your hip firmly, gently pushing his cock inside you. You gasp loudly from the sudden pressure, but Yoongi only grins widely as he begins thrusting his hips slowly.

He lets out a grunt as he slowly pushes his painfully hard cock inside you, “So tight.. So wet..” he practically growls at the feeling of your warmth.

Your eyes shut tightly as he continues to slam his cock against your walls as he grips your hip tightly with both hands. “Look at me when I fuck you, Y/N..” he says in a demanding tone making you moan loudly in response your eyes fluttering open to look at him and you can admit it’s a beautiful sight. Never had you thought you’d be getting fucked by a famous idol like this, but now that it was happening you might as well take in all the sights.

“Fuck..that’s right..” he mumbles in a rough voice as he grips your hips tightly, his muscles tensing with every thrust he makes. It doesn’t take long after that till you’re clenching around him, moaning loudly as he drives you to a much needed orgasm that fills you with ecstasy.

His breathing becomes heavy too, sweat dripping off his forehead as he continues pounding. "Good girl..." He whispers huskily before kissing you passionately again.

In one swift motion he takes both hands and grips your hips tightly, lifting you up and off of the couch so he can sit down instead and places you on top of his lap still keeping himself buried deep within you.

Once comfortable sat up against the couch, he starts to move inside of you once again, starting off slow before speeding up. His thrusts are rougher than before, his hips slamming into yours as he holds your tightly to keep you in upright on his lap.

His thrusts become more needy and sloppy, causing you to bounce back and forth across his lap as he grunts softly as he feels himself getting close. He leans forward, holding onto your waist for support as he begins moving faster and harder, driving his cock deeper and deeper inside you until he finally releasing all of his hot cum inside of you.

The two of you stay like that a for a little, his warm cock buried deep inside of you as you try to steady your breathing.

Once Yoongi sees your breathing start to slow and you begin to come down from your high, he shifts his position so his laid down on the couch and you’re on top of his chest.

Your eyes flutter close shortly after, and when they finally open back up in the morning, Yoongi is gone.

Leaving you alone with the gruesome realization of how big of a mistake you’ve made.

#bts fanfic #bts x female reader #bts x reader #bts one shot #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts fluff #bts reactions #bts x you #yoongi x you #yoongi x reader #suga x you #suga x y/n #bts stranger to lovers #yoongi fanfic #yoongi fic recs #bts dad au #bts pregnancy

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7ndipity · 6 months

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Them With Pregnant S/o Hcs

Namjoon x Reader, Jimin x Reader

Summary: How they would look after their S/o during pregnancy and interact with the baby bump.

Warnings: mentions of morning sickness,

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anons who requested these! I hope you like them!

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Namjoon:

He’s so excited when you tell him, but also so scared. He worries a lot about being a good dad, and being a good partner to you, but I think he lets those nerves motivate him to be the best version of himself that he can be for the both of you.

He’s so unbelievably careful with you, bordering on fearful at times to even touch you, though once you remind him that you’re not that fragile, he tries to ease up a bit.

Develops a sudden love for back hugs where he can support both you and them at the same time, able to feel the subtle differences in your growing bump as they develop.

He finds himself talking to them a lot. Sometimes at night when he can’t get his mind to quiet, he’ll ramble to them about different things while you sleep on, totally unaware.

He’s definitely a nervous planner, researching everything from different birthing techniques to the shortest routes to the hospital to which brand of diapers are the best.

Refuses to let you do almost anything around the house as you get closer to your due date and things get more difficult for you(tho you might have to follow him around and talk him through everything, cause he’s kinda lost)

Super attentive to your every need, whether it’s looking after you during morning sickness or tracking down any random cravings you might have.

Takes choosing the right name for them very seriously(but ends up picking their name in moment when he’s holding them for the first time)

Sometimes you catch him just staring at you, as if he can’t really believe that this is actually real, that you’re carrying his child.

Jimin:

When you told him you were going to be parents, he was so overwhelmed with joy, he could not stop crying, just hugging you tightly and thanking you over and over.

Has a tendency to just sit and rest his hands or drum his fingers on your tummy, even before your bump starts showing. It almost becomes a stem or self soothing thing for him.

When they start kicking back whenever he does it though, he’s a crying mess all over again.

Gives them cute nicknames like Lil Bean, Minmin, Moonlight.

He worries about you a lot, even if you’re not having any/many issues or difficulties, he can’t help fussing over you constantly.

(Lowkey horrified by how much you have to go through during and after pregnancy and thinks you’re one of the strongest people ever)

Tries to help you as much as possible as your belly gets bigger and things get more difficult to do, whether that’s taking on more of the household chores or just tying your shoes for you in the morning.

Kisses your bump everyday and tells them goodmorning/goodnight.

Likes to lay in bed with you at night talking to the both of you, making plans for all the things you want to do together once they arrive(their first spring and going to see the cherry blossoms, decorating your christmas tree together, etc)

Taglist: @sopebubbles-replies @btsw1fe @this-must-be-my-tardis @whitefoxgirl @bethanysnow @coffeedepressionsoup @main-bangtansmauyeondan @captainorangegoose @k4ngelz

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straykidsmoonlight · 1 year

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SKZ React- Them trying your weird pregnancy cravings

A/n: hey guys I’m sorry for my inactivity. It’s my birthday!! And I’m feeling benevolent, so enjoy this and I’ll get back to reqs soon💛

Bang chan:

Watches in disbelief as you ram ice cream with vinegar down your throat

When you question “are you judging me?!!” He profusely shakes his head and claims he was watching you because you look “so sexy”

Literally dying with laughter behind your back

Lee know:

You had to beg him to make you toast with cucumbers on when you couldn’t be bothered to get off the sofa

He grimaces, but goes to the kitchen, making you your gross food

Passes you the plate, patting you on your head before sitting down next to you and trying not to retch as you are

Changbin:

Your hormones force you to sob hysterically when your boyfriend calls your chillis with grapes snack gross

His face crumples up as he quickly tries to reason with you, clutching you to his chest

Even tries the food to show you his encouragement, taking the smallest bite possible

Hyunjin:

Sits and side eyes you as you eat your food, his face with a look of disgust

He just tries to focus on your adorable bump, when you sneak up on him, making him try some of your olives with cheesecake

Dramatically tries to escape, before you pull him into a hug, and he cannot resist the cuddles. You stay cuddled on the sofa for the next hour

Han Jisung:

Pokes your cheeks as you eat your snack

“Hannie do you think I’m gross?” You question. He immediately responds with “oh no no my baby your so cute” while he lovingly strokes your bump

Silently absolutely disgusted at your apples with pickle juice snack, but he just loves you so much

Felix:

Most supportive husband in ever, and bakes you all the gross snacks you desire

Even makes his brownies with peas in to satisfy you

Will baby you so much, even spoon feeding you the brownies

Seungmo:

Literally will not sit near you. This mf will sit on the other side of the room.

Definitely the kind of guy to put a love heart on his phone and hold it up as you eat

Wants you to know he loves you so much, but like, from a distance

Innie:

Is so curious, and wants to try all your weird cravings, and you’ve had alot after having five kids

Will literally watch with starry eyes as you eat your food, wanting to try each time

“That one’s actually quite good” he says, as you eat you popcorn with feta, while cuddled up on his lap one rainy afternoon.

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bts-hyperfixation · 4 months

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Can you please write a BTS reaction? They went out on a friendly dinner with their crush (it's friendly for their crush, not for them<3), but their crush had to babysit her nephew or niece (1-2 years old). So she brings them with her. How do you think they will react if they see her being all motherly and patient towards the babies?

BTS and babies are too cute and I am at the wrong point in my hormone cycle to be writing about this...

Please send me asks to keep me motivated while I’m off work! Thirsty thoughts, Most likely to, reactions, life updates, and general gibberish welcomed!!

Namjoon

Completely and irrevocably enamoured with this small child and the way you are interacting with them. Honestly thought he couldn't love you any more than he already did and now he kinda just wants to bash his head off the table in hopes that the stupid part of his brain that won't let him confess will go away. This is a man who had thought he had written off having kids when the world fell apart a couple years ago but now he is sure he is ovulating like a woman.

Seokjin

Jin was a little annoyed at the prospect of babysitting because he likes to be the centre of attention, especially your attention. But he quickly finds that annoyance melting when the baby starts babbling and you start cooing back and now he kinda just wants you to talk to him like that.

Yoongi

Keeps having flashes of an apartment littered with baby toys and you sitting at the kitchen table feeding a baby that looks suspiciously like a mix of the two of you. Whenever you are preoccupied by the baby his mind wanders away to this fictitious apartment filled with your laughter. He spends a lot of time just watching you interact with the baby. You have to call him to snap back into the conversation more than once.

Hoseok

Spends more time making faces at the baby than he does looking at you to be honest. He insists you go to places that are kid-friendly. He is not particularly swayed by how great you are with children, he knew you would be, this isn't new information.

Jimin

Not overly fussed about the baby honestly, he wanted to talk to you because you don't have a lot of time together as it is but now you're distracted. Don't get me wrong, he thinks the baby is cute and he loves how caring you are, it's one of the reasons he loves you. Doesn't mean he isn't frustrated and a little pouty about this turn of events.

Taehyung

Has immediately taken the baby out of your arms, he doesn't see how you interact with them, he is too busy tickling and feeding them himself. You get to watch him play dad/uncle instead (He would be lying if he hadn't thought that it might sway your feelings to be a little more romantic for him). Mostly he is just enjoying the baby's company.

Jungkook

No, he isn't jealous of a baby... Well maybe a little bit but you can't blame him. He gets a little pouty to start with but when you excuse yourself to the bathroom and ask him to look after the baby, you come back to find him holding baby above his head and giggling. His nose is all scrunched up and he is smiling so wide that he will never beat those cutie patootie allegations. He spends the rest of the meal sighing dreamily as he watches you take care of the baby.

My ovaries nearly exploded picturing Jungkook playing with a baby, especially watching his arms flex as he lifted the baby and his tattoos and his little nose scrunch and... yeah... so thanks for that.

#bts fic #kpop fic #bts imagines #bts reactions #jungkook fic #namjoon fic #jimin fic #jin fic #taehyung fic #yoongi fic #hoseok fic #bts and baby #bts dad au

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saturnnelahy · 7 months

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◦•●◉✿ They are two ✿◉●•◦

Paring: Kim Taehyung x FemReader

Genre: Fluffy, Taehyung being extra cute

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His hands were sweating a little so he rubbed them against his tight black jeans, trying futilely to calm down a little as he let out a heavy sigh, his eyes fixed on the clock above the door that seemed to be ticking slowly as if it wanted to torture him, his feet with their heavy black cut-offs tapped nervously against the floor causing a low rhythmic sound as his head rested against the wall behind him, the ceiling of the place was ugly and very bright, causing a slight discomfort if he looked at it for too long. He sighed, his body aching from sitting in that hard, uncomfortable plastic chair, but he couldn't leave, he needed to see and hear his little girl, to know that it was her.

A smile lit up his face when he imagined her, his beautiful little girl, he could hardly contain his joy and excitement when he thought about it, it still seemed unreal how things had changed so much for him in such a short time and how his already happy life had become immensely happier after receiving that wonderful news. One day he was just Taehyung, a bts member, a good friend, a good boyfriend, and now he was…

— Miss Yn and Mr Kim — Called a nurse in a light blue coat at door number 06, the same door he knew so well and would continue to enter for some time until the big day arrived. Taehyung jumped out of his chair, relieved to finally be able to leave that tedious room and not have to feel his body ache because of those horrible chairs. His smile covered his whole face, making him look sweet and jovial, which made him even more beautiful — This way, please.

He held her hand gently and helped guide her into the white room with one of his hands on her back. The delicacy with which his hands touched her body made it seem like glass, like an extremely delicate rose; he looked at her so passionately that the girl's heart almost stopped beating. When he had finished laying her on the gurney, he stopped next to her head, held one of her hands and stroked her hair with the other while looking excitedly at the small screen.

During the doctor's conversation with his girlfriend, the boy's mind travelled far and wide, trying to imagine different shades of hair, eyes, and what his little hands or nose would look like. Would she look more like his family or hers? Would it have a way about it like his or hers? Would its laugh be like hers? He wanted it to look like her so much.

— Do you want to hear the heart? — The doctor asked and they both said yes immediately, which made her laugh, Yn squeezed his hand lightly, which made Taehyung smile even more. The sensation of hearing his own child's heart beating was indescribable, it beat so fast and strong, a sigh broke through his lips at the same time as a shiver ran through his body, emotion filling his heart, but there was something strange — They're healthy babies, they're two girls, congratulations.

Time seemed to have stopped and Taehyung remained petrified as the doctor explained that one of the twins had been hidden during the first consultation, a consultation in which they ended up not being able to hear the little heart because the device was slightly faulty. The man looked at his future wife's belly while he felt an immense joy invade him, he was a little afraid that he might not be able to cope with everything, but knowing that he was going to be the father of two girls filled him with a joy that he didn't know he would be able to feel. Taehyung had finally got the family he had once longed for.

— There are two of them! And they're going to be girls! I won! — He shouted excitedly, looking at his girlfriend, who sighed and rolled her eyes, but then laughed at his excitement. The young father was referring to the bet they had made as soon as they found out they were pregnant, that if they were girls, the names would be chosen by him, Taehyung hugged her gently and kissed her forehead, feeling like the happiest man in the universe — They're twins, love, our girls!!!

He turned away to look at her and the happiness he felt was reflected in her, he could see his whole life being spent next to that woman and all the happy memories they would share together, he had never loved anyone so much and he doubted he would ever love another woman apart from her, he had finally found his "home".

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This is just a little something I thought of today and thought someone might like to read it 💜 Have a good night💜

#bts x you #bts x reader #bts fluff #bts reaction #bts fanfction #bts headcanons #kim taehyung x you #kim taehyung x y/n #kim taehyung headcanons #drabble #kim taehyung drabble #kim taehyung fluff #kim taehyung fluffy #kim taehyung as dad #taehyung dad

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blackbarbiies · 6 months

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𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣, 𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕖. - 𝘫.𝘫𝘬

pairing: teen! moonbyul x papa!jk

summarry: 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘣𝘺𝘶𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘥, 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦.

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢 𝘫𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘬 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘥𝘥, 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯! 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘫𝘬 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦, 𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.

Moonbyul situated herself at her desk, waiting for the FaceTime call to load. She begins writing down the formula of the slope interception.

The call picks up, and Jungkook comes into frame. He sat at his desk, clicking away at the computer. “Hey, papa!” Moonbyul says, waving her hand. Jungkook chuckles, waving back just as energetic.

“Hey moon,” he clears his throat, “have you eaten?” He questions her, looking right at her from his screen.

“Yes papa I have, mama made salmon and rice,” She says, writing in her notebook. Jungkook hums in interest, typing away at his computer as the comfortable silence take over him and his daughter.

“What about you, papa? Have you eaten?” She glanced at the screen, questioning to her dad. “Yes moon, I had some glass noodles earlier.” He says, his eyes never leaving the computer.

“Where’s your baby brother, I heard he’s getting big.” Jungkook leans back in his chair, finally having time to talk to his daughter after typing out the rest of the information.

“He’s back there, mama will be up to get him soon though,” she pointed back to her bed where her little brother slept. She giggles, remembering something. “He also ate lots of salmon, he even chewed it! He kept stealing mama’s salmon and it was so funny.” She laughed, recalling a few minutes ago. “That’s all your mom right there,” he jokes, getting closer to the frame to look at his baby boy.

“Moon, mama told me she gotten a call from the school saying that you were failing Mrs. Miller’s class.” He clears his throat, balling his hands together and placing his chin up on his knuckles.

“Mama said she wouldn’t tell you! —’’ she huffs out in annoyance, folding her arms.

“Nuh uh! Girl we don’t do that pouting.” Jungkook scolds, “I thought mama and I told you to study?”

“I did papa, but school is hard—’’ she whines.

He chuckled. Looking down at his phone, he smiled. “Mama just sent me a picture,” he smiled cheekily at his phone, typing something.

“What are you responding? Are you saying that mom is the beautifull-est woman in the world?” Moon jokes, smiling.

“Yes! But many many more words.” Jungkook sends the message, smiling as the message sends.

A few minutes into the call, you were on your way upstairs to get Seehung. “Oh, mama’s coming!” Moon grabs her pen, quickly returning back to her untouched notes.

As you enter the room, your husband zeros in on you from his side of the screen. “Hey baby.” Jungkook calls out, bowing visibly.

You giggled, bowing back. “Hey honey, have you eaten?” You ask, grabbing Seehung off of the bed, then walking over to Moonbyul’s desk. Scanning over the notebook, you hum in satisfaction.

“You don’t gotta watch my daughter study, she good,” Jungkook jokes with you, scolding you for making sure that your daughter’s paper had at least been halfway full.

Sitting down, you smile into the camera. Jungkook returns the smile, ingnoring his intrusive thoughts.. for now.

“I heard you up here scolding my daughter, she’s ok. Mama got her situated.” You scolded jungkook, rubbing your daughter’s back.

“I can do whatever I want with my daughter because you know why? She mine!” He points to himself, chuckling playfully.

You sat and watched Moonbyul write down different ways to find the formula on a graph. Until… Jungkook interrupted the silence.

“Naomi, your face has gotten a bit fatter.” Jungkook leans into the camera more, studying his wife’s face.

You smiled. Covering your face as you look down. “It’s because the salmon, my face is a little swollen.” You rub your face, smirking a bit.

“Baby, are you pregnant?” He asked you immediately, causing your head to shoot up from your daughter’s paper. (Moonie did the same)

You laugh, “boy bye. I said I’m done with these kids. Two is enough.” You tried to hide a smile threatening to shine through.

“Moon, do your work. I’m not.” You told your daughter, looking back at her paper as she writes.

“Mama, your face is really rounded— you sure you not?” Jungkook shuts up immediately as you glare at him.

“I’m not.” You say, covering your face.

“Mmm, don’t hide mama. You know I been giving it to you right before I left.” He flirts with you, causing your eyes to widen as you cover your daughter’s ears.

“I ah— have to go to the restroom!” Your daughter excuses herself, entering the restroom.

“Mama, I know you pregnant. I just know it.” He says, clearing his lens.

You giggle, rolling your eyes. “So what if I am?” You question jokingly. Jungkook hums, narrowing his eyes at his sexy wife.

“Baby, Naomi, Jeon Naomi.. I know I handled you well, and we both know we want more children.” Jungkook seriously talks, looking straight into your eyes through the call.

Damn, he know how to make your insides flutter real bad.

“Ok, I am. Damn, I was tryna wait til you came back but I guess that plan didn’t work.” You laughed out.

Jungkook smiled, his eyes staring at his wife in awe. “So you’ll have my baby, mama?” Jungkook asks, smiling as he ruffles his hair.

“Yes, yes I will baby.” You reply, smiling.

“Ok ma’ call me later, after you put Seehung to bed.” Jungkook says, looking at his wife’s ass as she stood up. “You know I will baby.” You said, placing a sleeping Seehung in a coodle position in your arms.

“Bye mama, don’t forget to call me!” He smiles, watching your backside as you walked off.

A happy moonie prances out of the bathroom.

“Mama’s pregnant!”

oh shit..

#bts reaction #jeon jungkoooook #jungkook #dad!jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x daughter #blackbarbiiesfics #bts #bts army #bts jungkook #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts smut

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jungk0oksthighs · 2 years

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Stay With Me | Hope pt.2

exhusband!jungkook, singledad!jungkook, angst, smut, fluff

Word Count - 1.2k

The series of events that followed after you asked Jungkook to stay with you. Warnings: swearing, heavy, heavy angst. implied smutty undertones

MINISERIES COLLECTION

“Stay with me.”

Jungkook’s thumb gently presses to your bottom lip, pulling it down and barely exposing your teeth. His touch is featherlight, unexpectedly so. Electricity and hope courses your veins beneath the heat of his hand, it simultaneously feels familiar and brand new all at once. It’s exciting. It’s nerve wracking. You forget how to breathe when dark eyelashes dust the very top of his cheekbones as his eyes flutter shut.

“I can’t...” He exhales with his nose ghosting yours, disappointment filling the little space left between your bodies in the dining room.

“…O-Okay.” You sigh quietly but you don’t move, still nestled between the table and his big, warm, toned body. Forehead’s pressed together, noses grazing each-others, lips so threateningly close that you can almost taste him. “I’m sorry for asking that of you.”

“Please don’t apologise,” He softly shakes his head left to right when his thumb traces your jaw with delicate reassuring patterns, “You have no idea how much I want to, but I can’t… I’m so sorry.”

You swallow, finally daring to look up at your ex-husband whose hooded stare is solely trained to your eyes, his own swimming with emotions you can’t quite describe, “It’s okay. I understand.”

“I don’t think you do…” A puff of air escapes his nostrils, paired with a pained smile, “I can’t spend the night here because I’m still in love with you Y/N.”

You can’t stop yourself from leaning forward, you can’t stop yourself from tangling your manicured fingers deep in his raven locks. You’re lost to memories of the past, the nostalgia, the heat, the passion, the love.

And then you kiss him.

You kiss him with every ounce of emotion rushing through your body, lips softly puckering against his in one of the most memorable moments of your life. His lips mould to yours effortlessly when he kisses you back, like two halves of one whole heart finally being reunited and sewn back together. He lets go of your chin and snakes his hands down your body, feeling every curve and bend you have to offer beneath his palms, remembering the shape of you in his arms.

When your lips opens on his you’re breathing heavily, eyes closed. The music playing on the speaker fades into nothing more than a white buzz when he slips his tongue into your mouth. Muscle memory takes over and your tongue swirls against his the way it used to, only this time there’s a hint of desperation behind your ministrations.

Jungkook deepens the kiss into something more, lifting you onto the dining table with ease before sliding his body in the space created between your legs. It’s been a very long time since you’ve been kissed like this, so passionately, so many unspoken truths hidden behind your actions. His palms grip the tops of your bare thighs, his body is so close to yours that a desire to have more of him begins to flood your senses. You’ve missed feeling like this, you’ve missed him making you feel like this.

When his lips leave yours you almost whine in protest, upset with the loss of contact. But it’s soon replaced with a series of delicate, open-mouthed kisses against your jaw, down to your neck when your head lolls back to grant him more access.

“Jungkook…” You moan ever so quietly, wanting nothing more than to squeeze your legs together to ease the growing wetness between them. One hand tugs the hairs at the back of his head, the other drags itself down the front of his toned torso. Even through the material of his white t shirt you can feel every bump, every muscle, every part of him.

Your ex-husband is enjoying this more than should be legal. This is all he’s wanted, all he’s dreamed of doing since you filed for divorce. The sound of your small moan sends a rush of blood straight to his cock and he has to bite back an obscene needy whimper against your neck. He’s missed you so much, he’s missed this so fucking much. Instinctively his hands slip higher and higher up your legs, until they’re beneath your dress and the very tips of his fingers are grazing the waistband of your underwear.

“Baby… I’ve missed you so fucking much.” He breathes, crushing his face to yours when his lips find their way back to yours. They’ll always find their way back to yours. You taste like peaches and love, he’s going dizzy from being drunk on the way you kiss him back so eagerly, so desperately.

And then it hits him, reality comes tumbling down onto his shoulders hard enough to bruise. You’re his ex-wife, the mother of his child. He loves you, he’s in love with you, he has been from the moment he met you but he can’t do it, not like this. He doesn’t want you to think of this as a drunken ‘bonus night’ with your ex, he wants nothing more than to give your marriage another chance if you’ll let him. And he knows this isn’t the right way to go about it. No matter how much he wants it.

“Wait.” He pulls back, chest heaving with each ragged breath.

You’re panting, in a lust-fuelled daze when you register the panic behind his brown doe-eyes that are blown wide, “Kook...? What’s wrong?”

He’s shaking his head, taking a small step back and snapping his fingers from the skin of your thighs, “I… I need to go.”

“What—”

“I-, I’m sorry Y/N, I’m so fucking sorry. I can’t do this.” He makes quick work of leaving the dining room, slipping his boots on and letting himself out.

And so you’re left sitting alone atop of the dining table with love songs filling the silence in your empty home, delicately pressing fingers to your lips wondering if that actually just happened. It’s not long before you’re crying, messily wiping away your foolish tears.

This isn’t the first time he’s left you all on your own to deal with your emotions, except last time you were the one who asked him to leave. You were the one who broke his heart. You were the one to file for divorce. Just like you were the one to kiss him tonight.

But this time he chose to leave. And this time it’s your heart that’s broken.

Jungkook slips into his Uber and slams the door behind him, so many thoughts whirling round the walls of his brain. Did he just fuck up the chances of working things out with you? You must be so confused right now... And so he sends you a series of text messages from the backseat of the car before logic can stop him.

Jungkook: I’m so sorry

Jungkook: I love you Y/N

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tennant-the-tigger · 2 years

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Steddie: Last Straw

It was at this point Eddie knew, he was doomed. While Robin is like, bruh rabies...

My Stranger Things Art

#his heart went bt bt #steddie #steddie fanart #dustin's dads #my art #stranger things #stranger things fanart #stranger things 4 #st fanart #steve x eddie #robin real time reaction #robin buckley #steve harrington #eddie munson #silly art

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jjkgyu · 2 years

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Hey I love your work so much !! I might be new to your page but I already can’t get enough 😂. Is it alright if you do Jimin from BTS as a dad ? That would be amazing !!

i appreciate that so much!! thanks so much for your request - this was so fun to write and i hope u enjoy it!! xx

DAD!BTS: jimin as a first time dad ♡

jimin is ready for a baby right after marriage. he loves being your husband, but he just can’t wait to be the father of your babies and have little ones running around.

when you find out you’re pregnant, jimin doesn’t want to leave your side even for a second. he’ll walk with his arm on your lower back at all times and won’t let you do anything that could possibly strain yourself.

the day his daughter is born, jimin can’t stop the tears as he gently holds his little girl in his arms for the first time, stroking her soft face and telling her that he was going to do everything in his power to protect her.

although he had tried to prepare for fatherhood, jimin wings it half the time. but very early on he already seems to be a natural, sensing when his little girl is about to cry and somehow always understanding what she needs.

parenthood is all about teamwork with jimin. since he stays up later than you, he’ll let you rest and take care of your daughter when she cries during the night, and you’ll let him sleep in and take care of her in the mornings.

his favourite sight when he wakes up is walking into the kitchen to see you having breakfast next to your baby girl in her high chair as you chat to her and she babbles back. jimin stands in the doorway for a few minutes with a warm smile on his face as his heart melts at how cute his little family is.

your daughter is a daddy’s girl from the day she’s born. she always wants to be in his arms, and will only stop crying when she see’s jimin’s face. you’ll often find yourself frantically facetiming him throughout the day with an upset baby in your arms just so she can calm down.

jimin takes his daughter with him everywhere in her little stroller. she loves going with him to parks and cafes and picnics and even to his work where all his members coo over how cute she is.

he’s obsessed with squishing her cheeks and making her laugh is his favourite sound ever. you’ll often come home after a long day to find him lying with her on her play mat, making her giggle for hours.

of course your baby’s first word is ‘dada’, which jimin never stops bragging about. he’s be so proud that he even calls all his friends and family just to prove it.

jimin definitely cries when she takes her first steps. he’s so proud of his little girl on such a milestone and he immediately whips out his phone to send videos of his little girl wobbling around to his friends and family.

jimin is the type of dad to record everything. his entire camera roll is full of his daughter and she loves posing for the camera with different cute poses that jimin teaches her. he would definitely have her as his phone background at all times.

even though he loves spending time with his daughter, jimin makes sure to have dates nights with you often because you both rarely have time for each other in your hectic days. he makes sure to shower you in compliments and he holds your daughter in his arms asking her, “how pretty is mama?” while you’re getting ready, to which your daughter babbles back.

he’s very protective of her and worries about her a lot. even when his members offer to have your daughter over for a sleepover, he wants to know what she’s doing every moment and wants to call her every second to make sure she’s okay without him.

she’s got jimin wrapped around her finger too. he gets on his hands and knees to check under her bed for monsters every single night, and he’s the type of dad to drive half an hour back home if she calls him crying because he forgot to give her a goodbye hug.

as your daughter gets older, jimin really loves her showing pictures or the two of you when you were younger, everything from photos from your first date to your wedding videos.

his daughter grows up to be a lot like him. she rarely gets in trouble, and she’s definitely a high achiever in school which jimin is so proud of. jimin is her biggest supporter, and he’s the type to throw a party the day she becomes class president in elementary school.

he’s best friends with all the teachers and other parents, and all of his daughter’s friends love him too. jimin wants to be very involved with her studies and even stays up late at night with his daughter when she needs to finish a project.

overall, jimin would be such a supportive dad who would make his daughter his entire world🤍

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hisunshiine · 2 years

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—an angel's mistake | jjk

→ pairings: jungkook x reader ; namjoon & reader → genre/au: idol au, fluff, angst → rating: pg-13 → wc: 1,590 → warnings: Mentions of Sex, Post-Break Up, Guilty Kiss, Secret Plans, Light Jealousy, One-Sided Love/Forbidden Love → summary: Love comes in all forms, and between you and Jungkook, it is romantic and magical. If only Namjoon could have had the courage to in the past, maybe you would be with him instead, your child bearing his dimples instead of Jungkook's. The title comes from a line from 보조갠 (Dimple) by BTS. → an: Hosted by @heathfritillary for @bangtanwritershq mini event, Drabble Mania. The challenge was to look at a random pic provided with a select word/phrase every and write for 10-minutes, with the goal of getting all 6 sections into one cohesive drabble. Since this was for a timed event, I did not go back and edit it/proofread, so if there are mistakes, my bad! I hope you still enjoy it! The skinny breakers indicate the different time slots (I was late to the event and barely had any time to write the first one)

Jungkook’s eyes scrunch as his face splits into the widest smile looking at you. Walking closer to him from the door, Jungkook can’t believe how in just a week apart, your daughter has grown so much. Maybe…no, she definitely was longer. He can tell by the spacing between his own biceps when you pass her into his arms. Cradling her to his chest, he watches as nayeon snuggles her face into his black jacket, breathing in his scent.

You can’t help but sigh at the scene of the father daughter duo reuniting after a week apart. Flying over a week after they settled in for the first stop of the tour was nice because it was less chaotic for you.

Namjoon walks into the green room and you cheerfully say his name, walking away from your family to say hi. He leans his tall frame down to meet yours, greeting you with a soft kiss to your cheek. You return it at the same time, rosy lips grazing his chiseled jaw.

“Glad you made it here safely. Kookie here was worried about being so far from you two. You look good, YN.”

Namjoon appraises you, a smile on his face as his dongsaeng walks over to where the two of you chat.

“Stop flirting with my girlfriend Namjoon, and you,” Jungkook turns to face you with a fake pout gracing his cute lips, “don’t flirt with my group leader. I know his dimples are cute, but I have dimples too.”

You can’t help but to giggle into your palm, before embracing your boyfriend with a side hug, wrapping your arm around his small waist as you lean your head onto his shoulder.

“Babe, you know I enjoy seeing Namjoon’s dimpled face, but I love yours so much, I made sure that my children get them too so I am never without them.”

He turns and kisses the top of your head causing you to face him and catch him in a chaste kiss.

“Hi baby. I missed you.” You’re finally able to greet him properly, feeling your body relax as he hums softly to your sleepy baby.

2 months ago

Jungkook sits in his new bedroom, back leaning against the wall as he tries to get comfortable. It was hard though; he wasn’t used to being without you and Nayeon. Wasn’t used to such a small house.

The hiatus the group took provided him with some time to spend with you and your newborn joy in his hometown of Busan, the two of you learning how to take care of Nayeon from his mom and also having the help of his parents so that you could heal up after the high risk pregnancy.

Jungkook could barely focus on BTS during those last few months of your pregnancy when you were told by the doctor to remain in bed. The break came at the right moment, and he was able to be there with you the last couple of weeks before Nayeon burst into this world with a bright cry and a head full of dark hair.

He was glad that now, 6 months after her birth, you and he were in a better place, but it wasn’t where he wanted the two of you to be. How you had gone from being in a solid, loving relationship to breaking up 4 months after such a magical day and co-parenting was beyond his comprehension. He hated that word. Co-parenting.

Scrolling through his phone, ignoring the buzzing notifications from his hyungs, he stops when he sees a new picture pop up of you. Smiling at the camera, you look so pretty. Jungkook will stop at nothing to get you back.

1 Month Ago

Trying everything to get Jungkook out of the house, the other members set up game nights, club nights, trips to do daring, adrenaline inducing activities, but nothing worked. Secretly, without Jungkook knowing, they hatched a plan to get you back together.

“I knew the moment we met YN that she was gonna be trouble.” Taehyung said.

Namjoon nodded before resting his head into his hands. He ran his fingers through his hair a moment later, unable to stay still. He fidgets as the others talk, sitting up to smooth his block long sleeve shirt across his muscular chest before slouching once more, elbow to his knee as he rests his cheek to his curled fingers so he can tune into the conversation.

“Yes, Taehyung is right. YN holds Jungkook’s heart,carried the man’s child—she has the power to destroy the most powerful band in the world.” Yoongi said with a straight face. Everyone knew he wasn’t joking.

“Gorgeous girls are dangerous…and we all can admit that YN is gorgeous.” Namjoon sighs out, a slightly bitter feeling in his chest. He had, of course, met you first 2 years ago. Was the one who introduced you as his friend to the other members, instead of letting them or you know that he wanted to be more than that.

He blames himself for you deciding to leave Jungkook, feels like if he hadn’t talked to you that night after the two of you fought a couple months after Nayeon was born that you wouldn’t have made such a rash decision.

1 Month Ago Cont’d

In typical fashion, Jungkook spent the time after losing you adding to his tattoos and getting not one, but two new piercings. One through his left eyebrow while the second curved itself around his lower lip, also on the left side. That’s cute, you think.

You see the evidence in a picture he posted on twitter, and you hate how much you miss him. You can barely even remember what the two of you fought about that night, and you wonder if it even matters at this point. He had never cheated, had never done anything to disrespect you at that level. If anything, he was too overbearing after Nayeon was born, treating you like a fragile being. Oh yeah, you remember, that’s what it was.

After you gave birth, he was afraid to touch you, afraid that he would hurt you if he gave in to his carnal desires and fucked you into the mattress like you wanted. Like you had begged him to do every time you had alone time when Nayeon was being watched by her grandparents.

The members had reached out to you, told you that Jungkook isn't handling the separation well, and truth be told you aren’t either. A tour is coming up and they need him to focus, need you and him to fix whatever went wrong, whatever it is.

How do you tell them that you needed Jungkook to trust you when you say that you were ready for him to make love to you like he used to, but that he was refusing? Only Namjoon knew the truth, and reading the text that pops up on the top of your phone screen blocking part of the tweet Jungkook posted, he was ready to help you achieve this goal.

1 Month Ago Cont’d

Meeting up with Namjoon, you sit and listen to his plan. It seems too easy, but of course it would be. You and Jungkook love each other, everyone can see it, even now that you aren’t together, it oozes through every pore of your beings when you’re in the same room, co-parenting Nayeon.

“He’s realized that he can’t live without you, YN.” Namjoon says. Not like I can, he thinks to himself.

“So your big plan is for me to just, what? Go to him and everything will just be fine and dandy? I thought you said I should find someone who trusts me when I say something.”

“I know, I was speaking from a place of bitterness that night, YN, not looking at your relationship. I let my own past sway my views and the advice I gave you. He loves you and you love him. You have a beautiful daughter together who needs both of you to show her that no matter what, love can be enough.”

“Listen, I canceled all of our tour meetings for the afternoon, so he’s going straight home as he does every day to mope. I’ll watch Nayeon with the others. Go get your man, YN.”

Namjoon’s words about how you and Jungkook can show Nayeon the meaning of love, the meaning of trust and everything good in this world spurs you into movement.

Namjoon walks with you to the station where the two of you board to head towards your home to gather Nayeon’s things for a day with her uncles and so you can change into something…enticing.

Sitting across from Namjoon, Nayeon sleeps away in her stroller as you admire the leader in his coat and hoodie. Even with a face mask, he’s attractive. You know he’s trying hard to get you and Jungkook back together because he feels guilty about the kiss. How when you called him crying after that fight, he had come running, and the two of you shared one kiss.

“I love you too, Namjoon, you know. Thank you for helping me.”

He turns to you, his eyes deep and dark as he takes you in silently.

Love comes in many forms. It just so happens you love Namjoon differently than Jungkook, and he knows you can’t help that. With a quick nod at your words, he turns back to face out the window, watching the autumn leaves zoom by.

end note: Thank you for reading! I know that this was short and fast, but that is what a drabble event is! I hope that despite this, you enjoyed the story and the not quite 'open ending' that allows you to come up with what happened once you go to Jungkook's house. Obviously the first 2 chapters take place in the future, so some how you end up back together, but this allows you to decide how much of the 2 months between chapter 6 and chapter 1 that it takes for you and Jungkook to get back together and if there is anything else that happens with Namjoon. Do you tell Jungkook about the kiss? Does Namjoon? Do you get railed like you deserve that first night you go back to Jungkook or does he still feel timid?

Thank you again for reading!! feedback is greatly appreciated, please let me know what you think! :)

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theiris-storyvault · 2 years

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Realize

❃ single dad! namjoon + single mom! reader

❃ fluff + a little angst

❃ What happens when you start to fall in love with your son's best friend's father?

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Epilogue

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fruitmins · 9 months

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Agust Dad—Three

➭genre: short series, pregnancy au, idol au, angst, dad au

➭warnings: none I think, just pure angst, Yoongi’s kinda stalkerish but that’s okay

note: I don’t wanna drag this out but I don’t wanna make the chapters to long😭 anyways my life has been crazy lately and this story gives me life so THANK YOU SM for all of the support I love you ALL. Updated the tag list for whoever asked to be on it🫶🏽

Taglist: @welcometomyworld13 @tatyhend @jiminiesunicorn @littlestarstinyseven @baechugff @thelilbutifulthings @tearykth @familiarlikemymirror3 @coree730 @prajusstuff @wobblewobble822 @choisoorin @manuosorioh @0funsite0 @whipwhoops @bergandysam @aloverga @illnevertrustmyselfagain @silentreadersthings

You thought blocking him would fix the problem. Even though you both worked in the same building, you thought blocking him would make everything go away. You thought he would get a hint and let your breathe.

You actually woke up the next morning with a sense of relief – you’re done with Yoongi. He’s finally out of your life and won't be causing more drama and heartbreak.

Or so you thought.

A loud knock on your front door brings you back to harsh reality very quickly. You weren’t expecting anyone, and it's way too early in the day to be a package or delivery. No one made any prior plans to visit you.

In fact, you hadn’t really talked to anyone since the incident besides a couple family members. But they were way to far from Seoul to suddenly drive to your house.

You stumble to your front door, rubbing your eyes as you try to adjust to the light. You have your hand on the doorknob, prepared to open it as you take a small glance through the peephole.

Oh, it’s Yoongi.

It registers in your head and you quickly do a double take, leaning down more to get a better view.

Oh, it’s YOONGI.

He’s head is down as he looks at his phone, so you can’t get the clearest look at his features but you recognize the luxurious long black hair. You recognize the nice black blazer that he always seems to have on. You recognize his freakishly pale skin and his long fingers and veiny hands.

Min Yoongi is at your doorstep at six o clock in the morning.

You quickly swing your door open, causing his head to snap up from his phone as you stare at him with wide eyes.

“What are you doing here?”

You get deja vu as you whisper yell at him, afraid you’d alert the neighbors or some crazy fan would realize that Min Yoongi is on your doorstep.

You should be asking how he got your address and number, but your mind is too much of a mess to ask the right questions.

“Why can’t I come check up on you?” Yoongi frowns, irritated by your cold welcome and you stare at him like he is an alien.

Before you can answer his insane question, he speaks up again. “Wow this house is treacherous.” He mumbles as he glancing around your porch.

You shake your head, dismissing the sudden rude remark on your house. “Yoongi are you insane? You can’t come here like this.” You say in a quiet voice again, glancing around your neighborhood but nothing has changed.

“You blocked me.” Yoongi states, his tone making it sound like it was the most obvious thing in the world but his expression was still blank.

“Well I did it because I didn’t want to talk to you.” You state harshly, making it clear how crazy he looked by somehow finding your address and showing up anyways.

He just stands there, remaining unfazed by your outbursts, his gaze never wavering. Instead of saying something back, he simply pushes a piece of paper you hadn’t notice he had, towards you.

You give him a confused look as you take the paper before glancing down to look at it. Upon closer inspection your eyes catch certain words.

Your eyes widen as you realize what the piece of paper was.

You don’t know what you’re going to say, but as you glance back up at him you attempt to move your mouth anyways. He speaks again before you can say even anything. “Take the paternity test.”

You remain silent as you stare down at the paternity test in your hands, the silence between you growing more and more intense. "If the baby isn’t mine, you can block me and I’ll leave you alone. But if it’s mine, I want to be involved..”

For the first time every, you see a hint of emotion in his eyes. His blank expression softens, revealing a hint of who he might really be. “I want to be there.”

You don't say anything, but inside your heart's beating a mile a minute and your thoughts are spinning around your mind as you try to process everything. This moment feels far too surreal, like something out of a drama that only exists in fiction.

Of course you couldn’t believe his words. After everything you spilled to him yesterday, you couldn’t just hop back into his arms. You couldn’t just trust him again. You want to tell him off for showing up at your door like this in the first place.

But still, a faint flicker of hope springs inside you. A tiny voice whispers things in your ear that maybe things will be different. Maybe you won’t be alone. Just maybe you could trust him.

"Fine, I'll take the test." As soon as the words leave your mouth, you feel a pang of regret. You can’t deny him the right to know if it’s his, even if you knew that it was already biologically. He was the only man you’d slept with for almost a year.

Without giving him much time to process your words, you close the door breathing heavily as you tired to calm your thoughts. You try to focus on other things for the time being, but despite your efforts to think positively and be strong, a nagging feeling of dread never leaves you. You feel a heavy weight sink in your stomach as you worry about the future and your baby.

You retreat to your room, shutting the door behind you. You take the paternity test out, and after a moment of hesitation, you start taking it. You take a sample of your spit and see that Yoongi has already done the same.

You try to keep your mind blank while you do it, but as soon as you start collecting the sample, your brain is flooded with thoughts of Yoongi and your time together. The night, the sex, everything.

You can’t help but wonder how the you and Yoongi would look together, holding a little baby in your arms with him next to you. You can’t help but think about things as if it was another universe were you met on simpler terms.

Your thoughts quickly spiral into a fantasy, and by the time you finish taking the test, your cheeks are red.

You know it’s stupid but you can’t help but think about what’s going to come after the test gets back to you. It’s going to be proof that the baby is his and he claims to want to be involved.

That he wants to be there.

That he’s here now.

Your mind wanders back to the conversation you had in your office. How you told him over and over that he had abandoned you. And in response, here he was saying that he was here for you.

You don’t know how long you can believe him and you don’t know if the desire to care for the baby will go away.

But one things for certain is that the test will come back positive.

And you’ll no longer escape the reality of what awaits you.

Before you know it, Yoongi shows up to your house a couple days later but this time you actually invited him.

You know that you couldn’t tell him at the company cause you could be caught and it’s not something you should tell him through text, so you invited him to your house.

The doorbell rings and your eyes go to the clock above the door.

It's early, but not that early. With your heart racing, you head to the door and slowly it open to reveal... Yoongi.

You remain frozen for a moment before speaking, your throat dry.

He looks as handsome as ever, though he seems more cautious and serious than usual. He knows why he is here, and you know why he is here.

So you push back any thoughts that aren’t necessary and any memories that don’t need to be brought back. "Hello," you say simply, not knowing what else to say.

"Hello," he greets you, eyes skimming over your stomach, which isn’t yet visible but will be soon.

“Come in..” you say in a quiet voice turning away from him and going to the couch in the living room. Your heart starts racing as you begin to feel anxious about the conversation that lies ahead.

Yoongi enters your house, but the air is tense. The silence hangs so thick that you could cut it with a knife.

Eventually, he speaks up, his tone stiff.

"Did you get the results back?" he asks, his deep voice cuts through the silence.

Immediately your heartbeat goes up a notch, and you silently nod in response. “I did..” you mumble, swallowing hard as you pick up the paper off the table and slowly hand it to him, your heart thumping as you watch him closely.

A moment passes as he scans the paper in silence, taking his time and processing the implications.

Finally, he hands the paper back to you, his expression unreadable and the tension in the room as thick as ever.

There, it's all out in the open now, and there's no going back. You’ve officially connected yourself to Min Yoongi.

"So... it's true then."

Yoongi's words hang in the air, heavy.

You nod, your throat squeezed shut with anxiety and worry. Yoongi's gaze wanders across your face, his expression unreadable. His mind must be racing with thoughts of what to do next.

The silence stretches on forever before he finally speaks again. “We need to talk about this," he says calmly, and his tone is decisive.

You take a deep breath before speaking. “Well, I already told you I plan on raising it alone.” You state in a low voice, not making eye contact with him.

Yoongi exhales a shaky frustrated breath, his emotions taking the wheel once more. He takes a moment to collect himself before finding the right words. "And you think I'm just supposed to sit by and let that happen?" He challenges.

You blink, and for a moment, you can tell how serious he's being and you know you’re being stubborn but you can’t help but think of all the package Yoongi came with. His career, his fans, his schedule.

“It’ll just be easier for you and for me if you weren’t involved.” You state, with a heavy sigh. Yoongi's expression doesn't change, but his body language shifts. He crosses his arms and leans against the wall, the tension in his stance palpable.

"Easier for you, maybe. But don’t you think the baby has a right to know who its father is?” He asks and the question catches you by the throat and makes it dry.

Your stomach is filled with guilt, because you know he has a point. You go quiet at the moment, suddenly feeling guilty Yoongi had a right to be involved and the baby had the right to have a father.

And if Yoongi has asked this question, then maybe he was being serious. Maybe he actually cared about the child.

“So, how much do you want to be involved in?” You ask, glancing up at him to see that his eyes narrow momentarily before he responds, but his tone gradually softens as he sees the guilt in your eyes.

"I want to know the baby," he says, the softness in his tone taking you by surprise. "I want to be there for everything, from the first doctor's visits to the first words. I want to be part of its life."

You notice that whenever he says "the baby", his eyes flick towards your stomach as he speaks, even though there’s not visual of the baby even being there.

“What about your career? What about the media?” You question, slightly worried how his fans will react, how his company will react. It wasn’t everyday an idol got some random woman knocked up.

Yoongi relaxes a little after you concede the point, no longer challenging you. "Don't worry about that," Yoongi says quickly, his voice full of determination.

"The media's always going to make a big fuss, but I'll handle it. I'll handle everything. You shouldn’t stress about anything, especially if it’s not your problem to worry about."

His words make your heart flutter, but you're not sure if it's happiness or anxiety. It was like when he looked at the paper, his whole demeanor changed. His whole mindset changed, and you don’t know if you should be excited or worried.

"Listen," he says softly, "I never dreamed that something like this would happen, but now that it has, I want to make sure this baby has the best life possible. I’m not going to take the easy way out, that’s not what a real man does.” He states and despite his tough exterior, Yoongi is determined to be a present father for your child-to-be.

It’s silent again, millions of thoughts and emotions racing through your mind. “Well, I have a seven week appointment, if you want to come..” You mumble in a quiet voice.

“I’ll be there.”

He says, way to quickly.

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7ndipity · 7 months

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Can I get a BTS reaction to their child (baby, like 1 or 2 year old) giggling and laughing to them looking at themselves in the mirror? I just saw this happening, the dad was pushing the cart close and far away from the mirror and the kid was DYING of laughter

Dad!Bts Reacting to Their Child Laughing at Their own Reflection

Warings: none

A/N: This is such a cute mental image! Tbh, I think they would all react pretty similarly, but I tried to make these unique for each member. Hope you like it!

Masterlist

Requests are open

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Jin: He would find it almost as funny as they do, making silly faces and poses with them in the mirror to make them laugh even harder.

Yoongi: He would try to be quiet, so he wouldn’t distract them, but their laugh is one of his weaknesses, so he’d end up snickering as he watched them.

Hobi: He’d be laughing right along with them, pushing the cart back and forth like you mentioned, probably filming to share on instagram.

Namjoon: Is both in love with and baffled at their ability to amuse themselves so easily, but so long as they’re happy, he’s happy.

Jimin: He’s obsessed with the sound of their laugh, he would happily sit and watch them for ages, he just thinks they’re the cutest thing ever

Taehyung: Loves seeing them so happy, would probably end up buying several extra mirrors for their room just so they can play with them.

Jungkook: Another member who would be laughing and playing in the mirror right along with their child, he just loves seeing them have a good time.

Taglist: @sopebubbles-replies @btsw1fe @this-must-be-my-tardis @bethanysnow @captainorangegoose @k4ngelz

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stupidannoyingassbitch · 2 years

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Namjoon Married x reader drabble (This is lowkey a draft lmao)

Summary: You go to dinner with the some of the older women in your husband's side of the family and learn that most of them stop becoming affectionate with their S/As. And you present that fear to your husband.

Tags: Fluff, Smut (only the end!)

A/N: I just wanted to post something because I promised to post like a month ago or something like that lmao. WARNING: THIS IS NOT GOOD BABES <3 just something to post. I got the idea from some manga I was watching a review on!! (idk the name lmao) If you see something that i could approve in let me know!! I'm trying to get better! <3

The sounds of clicking and clunking of forks on empty plates and shy giggles fill the air, accompanied by the soft music from the piano on the other side of the dining room. The giggles fade into full on laughter in front of my face. I laugh also as I’m brought back to reality (this is so dramatic idk how to introduce a scene lol)

“No, I’m serious! He might give me a kiss on my birthday but he doesn’t really kiss me anymore.” She laughed along with the other women. She being my husband’s older cousin. And the other women at the table are the women in my husband’s family. We have brunch as often as we can.

“Oh you get used to it.” She laughs

“Oh trust me! I am! My husband hasn’t touched me in years.” Another cousin spoke that’s around the same age. My eyes widened. Years? I thought. My husband and I can’t go more than a couple of days without touching each other. Months sound ridiculous to me, so, YEARS sounds miserable!! Well Apparently I said “Years” out loud and everyone nodded and exclaimed yes.

“Look sweetly. Being together or married to someone for a long time makes you a lot less interested in affection after a couple of years.” One of the older aunts explained to me.

“Exactly! Cherish every intimate thing Namjoon does. Because one of those times is gonna be the last.” They laugh.

They continue to lightly chuckle about the situation, I join in so they don’t see my genuine reaction to these statements but, this really bothered me. One day, Namjoon won’t be affectionate with me anymore?

After dinner, I headed home. I’m putting in the code to enter my shared apartment with my Husband.

“I’m home!” I annouce while I take my shoes off.

“Hi babe!” I hear my favorite person’s voice say from the living room. I walk over there after dropping my bag at the door. I get to the couch to meet eyes with my husband's literal Million dollar smile. His eyes do that thing when he darts his eyes off the tv to lock with mine.

“Hi baby.” He greeted me once again. He puckers his lips for a greeting kiss. I go to accept it when I remember - Cherish every intimate thing Namjoon does. Because one of those times is gonna be the last. I dramatically straddled his waist and attached my lips to his. I take in the warm fuzzy electric shock feeling I get when our lips touch. Because that shock might dim soon.

He was obviously taken back but grabs onto my waist and starts to move his lips with mine. We make out for about 5 minutes before Namjoon breaks the kiss. We pant for a couple seconds. He laughs lightly.

“Wow. What was that for?” He smirked happily, q1ewq1but with confusion.

“I just missed you so much.” I panted. He chuckled and pecked my lips.

“You were only gone for 4 hours.” He tucked one of the hairs behind my ear. As I look into his eyes and see the warmth and complete utter love in his eyes. I smile sadly.

“Joon, will you love me forever?” I think out loud. The smile on his face faded and was quickly replaced with confusion and worry. He sits up a little.

“Where is this coming from?” He asked

“Just. I-.” I avoid eye contact for a second before I look at him again.

“ During brunch, the ladies were talking saying that after some time, they all aren’t as affectionate with their husbands anymore!” I exclaimed.

“And then, One of your aunts said to me ‘Cherish every intimate thing your husband does. Because one of those times is gonna be the last’ and never want you to stop being affectionate with me. That sounds like a miserable life to live. I never want to go months let alone YEARS without any affection from you! That would break my heart!”I scramble out.

“Joon, I love you so much. And I want to receive your love, affection, kisses, hugs, cuddles and hand holding for the rest of my life.” I breath out the last of my intrusive talking. He looks up at me with squinted eyes.

“Y/N. As much as we are affectionate, you think that will just stop one day? Is that what you're saying?” He asked in a scolding tone.

“Well. Yeah I guess. It seems to be pretty common.” I mutter. Hearing him say it makes it sound kind of funny.

“Babe. Nothing about our relationship is common. My love for you will only get stronger honestly. Never weaker.” He sat up a little more.

“Y/n, I married you so others know my love for you will remain for the rest of my life. And I meant it when I said `til death do us part.” My eyes widened. I didn’t think my random over reaction for the day would lead to us having this deep of a conversation. In my head I thought he would chuckle and kiss me til I forgot about it.

“J-joon.” I sadly say

“Y/n. I will love you forever.” He says so truly I feel a warm sensation through my whole body. Before I can respond he leaves a peck on my lips.

“And ever.” Another kiss. “And ever.” Another one. “And ever.” As he plants a thousand kisses all over my face. I laugh as I lay on the couch and stop fighting back to the kisses.

“I didn’t actually think you would actually give me an answer like that.” I laugh.

“Y/n it’s the truth!” He said while planting the last kiss.

I straddle his lap once again.

“ Well just so you know, I will love you forever and ever.” I say while peppering kisses on his thick lips.

“You know what else they said they haven’t done with their husbands in years?” I say while unbuttoning my top. He looks at my hands to try to see as much as he can as each button comes undone.

“They said that they haven’t had sex in years.” I pout while I finally reach the last button and take off my top. Leaving me in my lace black bra. Namjoon stuttered out a groan when my top came off.

“I know baby, sounds like hell.” I koo at him. “I couldn’t imagine going a week without you, let alone years.” I whisper seductively into his ear.

“You’ll never have to worry about that babe.” He sighed out. I can feel his rock hard Friend under my crotch. He stands straight up with no struggle, while gripping my thighs. I hesitate for a second before I wrap my legs around his waist. “I’ll be fucking you, forever.” He whispered while carrying me to our bedroom.

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softbobamilktae · 2 years

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Not a Replacement

Pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Clothing Designer!OC

Genre: angst. BIG angst. slight fluff near the end(?)

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: mentions of still birth, pregnancy, surrogacy, and grief. also vague hints at death and drinking as well as bad relationships with parents. This story was super heavy so just...be warned

Summary: After the death of their first baby, Yoongi and Rosaelia don't plan to try again. That is, until one of their friends offers to carry their baby for them. This doesn't stop Rosaelia from worrying about the outcome, though.

Rosaelia paced the living room. This was it. This was either the end or the beginning of the rest of her life, and she wasn’t sure which was worse. Jasmine had been seated on her couch for over ten minutes now, patiently waiting for Rosaelia to be ready to hear which way the news swung. She was so sweet, and Rosaelia almost felt bad for even allowing her to do this to begin with.

It had all started almost three years ago. Rosaelia had never wanted kids, but she’d discovered she was pregnanat. It had been right after Jin and Jasmine’s wedding, and when she and Yoongi had announced the news, everyone had been thrilled at the idea of having a baby around.

That pregnancy had ended in tragedy, though, and Rosaelia had been advised to never get pregnant again. That was ok. She could live with that. She’d never put it into her head to have kids, so the thought of not raising a kid shouldn’t have hurt her at all.

Except it had. It had taken a while for it to hit her, but when Jasmine’s son had been born, everything had hurt. Rosaelia couldn’t hold Namu. She couldn’t hold Esme’s daughter Elise four months later either, or even nearly a year after that, she couldn’t bring herself to hold Zelda’s baby boy.

As much as seeing her best friend have a kid hurt, seeing Namu and Zoro hurt way more. Seeing both of them had reminded her of that tiny baby boy who had come into the world sleeping. Antonio. He’d been born weighing less than a pound, and her time with him had been none at all. Somehow, despite, the pain, it had sparked in her the desire to be a mother. It made no sense. She’d never wanted kids but losing one she’d never even planned to have had made her want that life.

She’d apparently informed the girls of such a thing that drunken New Year’s Eve. It hadn’t been brought up again until recently, though. Sweet Jasmine was the only one who had had the courage to mention it after a whole year and a half. Not only had she brought it up, but she’d proposed an offer.

“What if I carried the baby for you?”

It had always blown Rosaelia’s mind how a bunch of girls from all over the world were so nice to her. Jasmine was like the older sister she never had, Yuna shared her love for companionable silence, Esme was the best friend she’d always dreamed of, Astrid was always reaching to pull her out of her comfort zone, Zelda very much resembled her younger sister, and Nubia was ever the sweet voice in her ear.

But this? This was beyond imaginable for Rosaelia. Jasmine would carry her baby? Whoa. Whoa. The sheer shock of such an offer had been enough to get her to agree.

That had been three months ago. They’d already tried twice, with no success. Rosaelia had been willing to try again, but only because she was told this happened often. Three was their average for how many tries it took. So, after three, if it didn’t work, she was done.

This was number three, and Jasmine was waiting on the couch to listen to the voicemail they’d received. This was what they’d agreed on, but Rosaelia somehow wasn’t ready. She was terrified. She wanted a positive, but she wasn’t sure she was ready for that.

“Rose, I know you’re stressed, but I have to go in ten minutes, and I really don’t want you to stress about this overnight. Can we please listen to it?”

“I don’t think I want to know, honestly.”

“You do.”

“But what if it’s negative?”

“What if it’s positive?”

“I’m not sure I’m ready for that either.”

Jasmine patted the couch next to her, and Rosaelia sat down.

“Rose, I don’t think you’re ever going to be ready for this. Either way it goes, we’ll know eventually, so we might as well know now, right?”

She nodded. “I guess.” She sucked in a deep breath. “Ok, play it.”

Jasmine hit the button to start the message, and the two of them held their breaths.

“Hello Miss Kim, I’m calling about your blood test results. We are very happy to inform you that the IVF worked, and you are currently three weeks pregnant.”

There was much more to the message, but Rosaelia tuned it all out. It had worked. The IVF had worked. She was going to be a mom. This was actually happening.

“Rose? Rose? Hellooooo? You there?”

Rosaelia blinked herself back to the present, but it was too much for her. She burst into tears.

“Aw, Rose, come here.” Jasmine pulled the younger girl into a hug. “How are you feeling?”

“Terrified,” Rosaelia breathed.

“Of what?”

“What if this was a mistake? What if I end up being a bad mom?”

“You won’t, Rose. I think the fact that you were willing to try for this is enough proof already. No one tries this hard for a baby they don’t want.”

And just like that, Rosaelia’s world had flipped on its head again. And this time, there was a very big chance of success.

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“Rosa, stop pacing. You’re just making yourself more nervous.”

Rosaelia sighed and glanced over at Astrid. “I just don’t know what to do. I’m scared that I’ll have more hope if we have a gender reveal.”

“And why is that a reason not to have it?”

“Because. If we lose this one too…it’ll be so much worse if I know.”

“You’re going to find out either way eventually, Rose. And besides, it’s ok to have hope. Even if it doesn’t last, you’ll have enjoyed it for a while.”

Rosaelia sucked in a breath. “So…I tell Jasmine yes?”

“I think you should. You don’t have to, though.”

Rosaelia wrung her hands as she considered it. She was so terrified. She wasn’t sure she had the mental strength to lose another baby, but she knew she should be more confident that this was going to end well. The problem last time had been that her uterus wasn’t strong enough to carry the baby, and that issue was remedied by the fact that Jasmine was carrying this one. That didn’t mean something wouldn’t happen, though.

Despite this, she informed Jasmine that she wanted to know. She knew that this time she had so much more support than she’d had last time. She remembered how awful the last time had been. Her water had broken at 21 weeks. That was way, way, way too early for a baby to be born, but it had happened anyways. After it was all said and done, she hadn’t known who to tell. It wouldn’t take long for someone to notice something was wrong, but how did she tell everyone? How do you tell everyone you just lost a baby?

Of course, the news had come out eventually. She’d told Esme nearly immediately, but she wasn’t sure how to tell the rest of them. There were so many other things going on – Jasmine was expecting soon, and Zelda was planning a wedding. Could she even tell them?

And then, Yuna had brought it up one night near the end of July.

“Rosa? I hope…this isn’t rude. If you don’t want to answer this question, that’s fine, but we’ve all been a bit worried. You haven’t…talked about the baby in a while…and you don’t really look pregnant anymore. Did something happen?”

This has surprised Rosaelia. First of all, she’d been surprised anyone had even noticed. She’d been doubly surprised that Yuna had been willing to ask about it. It was just the two of them tonight, so she felt a bit more willing to tell her than she had if they’d been in the presence of Jasmine or Zelda.

“We lost the baby. In June.”

“Oh,” Yuna gasped.

Rosaelia nodded. “I went into labor, and…well…he didn’t make it.”

Yuna rubbed her shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Rosa. I shouldn’t have asked.”

Rosaelia shook her head. “It’s ok. I needed to tell everyone eventually.”

It hadn’t taken long for her to tell everyone after that. Yuna and Esme had both encouraged her to do so, and she’d felt more relived after everyone knew. Of course, this didn’t mean it hurt any less, but the weight of having to tell everyone was lifted off her shoulders.

Somehow, that hurt was still there two and a half years later. It didn’t hurt as bad to see all her friends’ babies, but it still saddened her to see little boys. They all reminded her that in some other reality, she would’ve had one of those little boys now. Had he been born near his due date, his second birthday would be coming up soon.

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The oddest thing happened. Jasmine had planned the gender reveal. This, of course, was not odd. She was the one carrying the baby, and she’d wanted to be the one to make the cake. The odd part had been the date she’d planned the party for. October 24th. It just so happened to fall on a Sunday this year, which was the absolute best day for a party. But…it was Antonio’s due date. Jasmine probably didn’t remember this. It had been mentioned in passing nearly three years ago now. But Rosaelia sure remembered it.

By the time that date rolled around, Rosaelia wasn’t feeling so great. Even though it wasn’t his death date, it felt more like a death date to her than June 17th did. This was the third year his due date had come around, and every time it did, she remembered how horrifying that one June day had been. She remembered how deathly silent the room had been when he’d been born, and she remembered the lingering warmth on his skin when she’d held him. She remembered how bitterly she’d cried. He’d been so tiny, and he’d looked more like a little doll than a newborn baby. He’d had Yoongi’s nose, but none of his other features had been quite as defined.

She’d sat there for hours just holding his little body, Yoongi right by her side. Both of them had been in tears, and she’d realized she’d only experienced this kind of grief once before. This was different, though. Nothing hurt more than holding a baby you’d never get to raise.

“Rosa? What’s wrong?” Yoongi asked, settling his hands against her shoulders.

Apparently she’d been in their bedroom long enough to be considered worrisome, because he’d came to find her. She glanced up at him, feeling far too embarrassed about being caught crying.

“I…I don’t know if I can go…today. It should be Antonio’s second birthday. It…” she sobbed, and then her voice dropped to a whisper. “It feels like we’re betraying him by having another baby.”

“Oh, Rosa.” Yoongi crushed her in a hug. “We’re not betraying him.”

But it felt like a betrayal. Just like falling in love again had at first.

“But…he was supposed to be our first baby.”

“He was our first baby.”

Those words stilled her. She’d never thought about it that way. It hadn’t felt like he was her first baby because she’d never seen him alive. She’d remembered Jasmine talking about Namu’s birth not too long after that. She’d talked about his big, tired eyes as he’d looked up at her for the first time. Rosaelia had never had that. Her baby had been gone before the world had even welcomed him.

“He was?”

“He was.”

She could remember knowing he was alive. She’d felt his tiny flutters in her belly for a few weeks before that awful accident had happened. It had barely been noticeable, but it had been there. There had definitely been a tiny human in there, alive and active. Antonio had been alive. He’d been there before his premature birth had stamped the life out of him.

She sighed into Yoongi’s shoulder, finally giving into the tears. “He’s been gone for two years, Yoongs. Why am I not over it?”

“Because we lost our child. We’ll never be over it,” he replied, and she realized he was crying too. He pulled away from her just enough to look her in the eyes. “How about we go upstairs now? Even if not for us for Jasmine? She’s doing such a big favor for us already, and now she’s planned this party, so how about we go to it?”

Rosaelia nodded, fresh tears sliding down her face. Yoongi thumbed at them in an effort to clear them off her face. “Ok…ok. Let’s go upstairs.”

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Jasmine was the best at planning baby showers. She’d planned all but one of the ones they’d had so far, and that one had been her own. She’d made a cake, and the girls had helped her decorate the roof. It all felt so special, and it made Rosaelia feel so sad. It was awfully reminiscent of her first gender reveal, and that one had ended in tragedy only a few weeks later.

She was glad Yoongi was there with her and that it was only the few of them. If they’d invited other people, Rosaelia would’ve felt way worse. Barely anyone knew that it was her baby that Jasmine was carrying. They’d all agreed not to tell anyone for Rosaelia’s peace of mind. She didn’t want to have to go around with people knowing she’d lost two babies if this one died too.

She wasn’t sure she was ready to cut the cake when Jasmine handed her the knife. She didn’t know if she wanted to know. If it was a boy…she’d just be reminded of Antonio all over again, and if it was a girl…well, maybe that would be good. Esme’s daughter could have a little best friend soon. It would just remind her of Bianca…and Julia. Bianca, the little sister she’d let go of when she’d left México, and Julia, the girl she’d lost so many years ago.

She needed to not think about it for too long. Either way, she was having a baby, and that was what mattered. It was just a baby. Not Antonio. Not Bianca. Not Julia. Just a baby.

When she cut into the cake and it came out pink, she couldn’t help but smile. One glance at Yoongi told her that he was grinning.

“We’re having a little girl, Rosa.”

“We are.”

It made her happy, but she was sad all at the same time. She couldn’t even explain it. She wasn’t even sad that Antonio wasn’t here anymore. This was something else entirely. She remembered Bianca talking about being an aunt one day. She’d never wanted to her children of her own, but she’d always hoped that Rosaelia would have children.

They weren’t in contact anymore, though. Bianca had sided with their parents in the arguments that eventually resulted in Rosaelia leaving the country, and every conversation they’d had since had resulted in Bianca trying to get Rosaelia to talk to them again. So, Rosaelia had practically stopped talking to her too.

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The next few months seem to go by too slow and too fast all at the same time. Esme’s second daughter was born merely a week after the gender reveal, and somehow, this made Rosaelia all the more nervous for her baby to be born.

Once the 28-week mark had passed, Rosaelia was a bit calmer than she had been for the whole time. Jasmine had made it to the third trimester, and each week was one step closer to a baby who could actually survive the outside world.

The only issue left in Rosaelia’s mind was a name. What was she going to name this baby? She’d named Antonio when she’d been only 16 weeks pregnant, that was, as soon as she’d known he was a boy. But she hadn’t been so ready with this baby. Naming the baby would make her more attached, and she didn’t want to make it even harder on herself if she lost it.

The thing was, there was less than three months until they’d be greeting a little baby for sure, and she could come sooner than that. And…Rosaelia had some sort of idea. She just wasn’t sure if it was a good idea, though. It had been on her mind since she’d first been pregnant with Antonio, and now it was especially present as she thought about naming a little girl. Julia’s namesake had already been honored once in a clothing line Rosaelia had developed…but.

“My middle name is Isabel. After my grandmother. Mamá said it means perfection. Funny, isn’t it? She’d think I’m far from perfect now.”

Of course, if Julia were here now, Rosaelia wouldn’t even be having this baby. But she also wouldn’t have wanted Rosaelia to name the baby after her. “Give her a special name. Don’t name her after me,” she would’ve said. But she’d departed from this earth thirteen years ago, and Rosaelia wanted to remember her. Not that she’d ever forget her.

Rosaelia told Yoongi she was naming the baby after an old friend. They’d be calling her Isabella. Not quite Isabel, but close enough. Rosaelia had had full intent of giving their daughter a Korean name as well, but Yoongi had insisted they give her Rosaelia’s own middle name. Maria. Isabella Maria.

So, it was decided. They’d be greeting a little tiny girl named Isabella Maria on April ninth. Or…somewhere around there. Babies were rarely born on their due dates.

Rosaelia felt a bit heavier once they’d named her. She knew that likely, this baby would make it. But the knowledge that there was still an ‘if’ made her uneasy.

“Hey, Rose, what’s wrong?” Yoongi asked as they lay in bed one night. He could tell she’d been uneasy for days – weeks, even – and he wanted to know what was up. The only issue was that they never seemed to talk about their feelings, so it was a bit awkward broaching the subject.

She took a big, deep breath. “Just…what if we lose her? She doesn’t even seem real to me sometimes. I mean, I’m not carrying her, so how is she my baby, you know?”

He hummed. “I think it’ll feel very real when you’re holding her in your arms.”

Her eyes filled with tears. “What if it never happens, though?”

He thumbed at her tears. “It’ll happen.”

“But we lost Antonio. We could lose her too.”

“We could. We could lose anyone at any time, Rose. We can’t dwell on that, ok?”

“Yoongi….”

“What is it?” he hummed.

“I don’t want to lose her.”

“We won’t.”

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By the time April rolled around, Rosaelia was much more confident in Isabella’s survival, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t insanely freaked out when Jasmine went into labor.

It was long. Much longer than Rosaelia’s labor had been with Antonio. And while Jasmine was completely fine with this, Rosaelia just spent hours pacing the hospital. Jin had told her that everything was fine, and that Jasmine’s labor had lasted this long with her own son, Namu, so it was completely normal that it was taking this long. Apparently.

It was nearly eleven pm by the time the tiny girl made her appearance, and she was loud about it. This astounded Rosaelia. She’d never heard a newborn scream before. Maybe most parents didn’t like the sound of that, but to her it was a scream of life. Isabella had made it. She was alive.

Holding her a few minutes later was a completely unreal experience for Rosaelia. Isabella was tiny, but she was nearly six times the size her brother had been. Rosaelia finally understood the wonder of having her baby look at her. And, strangely, Isabella was resemblant of what Rosaelia had thought Antonio would look like had he been born when he’d been supposed to.

She had Yoongi’s eyes, with the slightest crease over her eyelids. She had his little nose too, but Rosaelia was sure her skin was a tanner shade than his was, and her lips were a touch too pouty to have been his. She was the most adorable baby Rosaelia had ever seen, even more adorable than Antonio had been. She had the blankest stare as she looked up at Rosaelia, but she was still so beautiful.

“Hey, look,” Yoongi chuckled. “It’s me.”

Rosaelia let out a soft laugh. “I never want to let her go.”

He laughed. “Maybe for just a few minutes so I can hold her?”

“Maybe….”

They’d be taking a little baby home soon, and it seemed surreal. Isabella was really theirs.

This is part of the Dad!BTS series that can be found here

A/N: uh...so yeah this is finally getting posted. Honestly I started this months ago and thought it would never see tumblr

It would be greatly appreciated if you reblogged the story if you liked it!

Taglist: @jiminie-and-his-pinky-finger @jinnie-forthe-winnie @thornedswan @kookstempo @armys-dna @fly-you-dam-fools @aianloveseven

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How They Act During Your Pregnancy

Ot7 x Reader - BTS Reactions Pt. 1

JHope, Suga, RM, V

Summary: How each member takes care of you during your pregnancy journey.

Warnings ⚠️: nervous breakdown, feeling like a burden

JHope

Hobi and I were in disbelief as we starred at the monitor. His jaw nearly to the floor and mine not far behind. My eyes widened as I glanced over to him. He looked down at me and grabbed my hand tightly. Nothing was said between us- pure shock.

The car ride home felt the ripple effects of that doctor’s appointment. I was five months pregnant and had been waiting for Hobi to get back before we found out the gender of our baby. To both of our surprise, we weren’t having one baby but two. I was pregnant with twins.

I knew for five months I looked a little bigger than most women, but the thought of twins never crossed my mind. I always assumed that it was because I was enjoying the luxury of eating whatever I wanted guilt free without having to feel the pressures of society. Only to find out today that that was not the case. I was eating for three people and the thought of having two at once freaked me out.

Once Hobi and I got home, I decided that it was best if I went and layed down. I had to get my mind right. Suddenly, all the things we bought we were going to have to times it by two.

Hobi sneakily walked into the room and plopped down on the bed. I struggled to sit up, but was finally able to get my back pressed against the bed frame.

“Twins.” Was the only word he was able to muster up. I shock my head in agreement. Hobi started to laugh. I looked at him as if he was crazy. “We are having twins! This is so exciting. You get one and I get one.”

“You’re happy about this?” He looked at me confused as if I was in the wrong by my comment.

“Of course I am.” He starts to rub my belly in small circles. “It’s us in one Y/N. Our two little humans we made. How could I not be happy. Are you not happy?”

I didn’t want to be a downer. I couldn’t lie, I was scared. Terrified. I knew most of this would fall on me once touring picked back up and I was not ready to handle it all on my own. I wanted Hobi here. One baby was going to be hard but two. Don’t get me wrong we have a support system, it’s just not the same when it’s not Hobi.

“Y/N, are you not happy?” He repeated himself.

“It’s not that I’m not happy, it’s a lot. I know it’s going to be a lot on me and that scares me. We are a team but I know sometimes one person on this team can’t always be here.” I looked down at my stomach ashamed of my selfishness. These babies were a gift, something Hobi and I had dreamed about. It’s just two wasn’t in that dream.

“We’ll be okay. I will take care of all of us. You won’t be alone Y/N.” He stopped rubbing my stomach and clenched my hand. I couldn’t help but smile. He let go of my hand and gently grabbed my stomach leaning down to kiss the middle of it. I felt a little flutter and so did Hobi. He’s been so happy and gentle through all this.

“My babies, your dad loves you.” Hobi looks at me again. Tears started to slowly fall down my cheeks. I hated this part of pregnancy. My hormones had me all over the place. Hobi whipped my tears shushing me to calm down. “You want a snack?” I shook my head yes. He hopped off the bed and darted in the kitchen. I was so glad to have him in my life. He was going to be an amazing father to our two little angels.

Suga

I was at the point in my pregnancy where I was becoming sluggish. All I could do is sleep. Yoongi didn’t seem to mind because he took it as an opportunity to get work done and not have to worry about me. I felt bad that he had to constantly be by my side. Well, I didn’t feel that bad. I love having him around with me, even if I was sleeping majority of the time.

I got up from our bed and wobbled into the kitchen where Yoongi had his equipment set up. He looked up at me and quickly walked me over to the seat next to his. I slowly sat down making sure I felt the seat underneath me first. A task as simple as sitting down was becoming a chore. Yoongi glared at my big belly and placed his hand on my stomach trying to feel our baby boy kick. After a minute or two he finally started kicking away- a little too much. I felt a jab at my side and immediately hunched over in pain. Yoongi started to panic. Rubbing my shoulder up and down to help soothe the pain.

Tears were swelling in my eyes. I had never felt a pain like that before. I was honestly scared. Yoongi and I didn’t have the best luck with trying to conceive and since I had to be on bed rest anything could happen. Yoongi noticed that I started to cry, something I hated doing in front of him. He lifted my head up and held it as he began wiping away the tears.

“Breathe Y/N.” I started to control my breathing. Slowly taking deep breaths. “Okay, just like that.” He helped me get up from the chair and walked me back to the couch. He propped my legs up and sat down with me. I slowly started to drift to sleep.

When I woke up Yoongi was talking to and stroking my belly. I pretended to be asleep so I could hear him. Yoongi didn’t always show this side of him, but when he did I loved hearing it.

“I need you to be calm for mommy. Three more weeks and you can be all energetic and taking over. Mommy and I want to see you, but you have to be nice to mommy okay? I need you both. I want you both to be safe.” I grabbed Yoongi’s hand. It hit me why Yoongi had been so afraid these past months. He wanted me and our sweet boy to be safe.

I motioned Yoongi to move closer to me as I moved my feet off the couch. I held his hand and looked deeply into his eyes. I wanted him to know I was serious. Although it was cliche, I knew he needed to feel seen too.

“We are going to be okay. You, me, and the baby.”

“But what if something goes wrong and I have to pick? I can’t pick.”

“Yoongi, that won’t be the case. Our baby will be okay. I will be okay. Let’s not worry about it. We’ve have so much to prepare for. Soon you know it, we will have sleepless nights and a little us running around the house.” Yoongi kissed my hand. I stroked his cheek and I could feel the stress leave his body. “You’ve been great Yoongi and we will be okay.”

I burst out of the bathroom door holding my lower stomach. Namjoon looked at me stunned. He dropped his phone to his side and waited to see what my next move was going to be.

“It’s time.” I said in a panic. Namjoon sat there as if he did not comprehend what I had said. I looked at him panicked really trying to figure out what he didn’t understand. It dawned on him. He jolted up and rushed to my side. He grabbed my waist and arm walking me over to the bed. I sat down as Namjoon stood there looking down at me.

“Joon, it’s time.” He didn’t even budge. I started to laugh. He flashed that beautiful smile and started to laugh with me.

“I don’t know why I keep freezing up Y/N?” I grabbed his hand to help lift me off the bed. I knew all that practice and preparation would lead us to this moment. Namjoon would have it down pat on everything that needed to be done and when the time came he would freeze up. I honestly found it adorable. He couldn’t get it together to save his life.

He suddenly started pacing around the room. I was so entranced by his spontaneous movements that I nearly forgot the issue at hand until another contraction hit me. I hunched over again. Namjoon noticed and kneeled down in front of me.

“I’m gonna get the car around okay? We’re going to have our baby. We are going to have a little baby.” I could tell he was having a moment of realization. He was about to be a father. Our little girl was about to have the best father I could ever imagine for her. Namjoon smiled at my stomach, but another contraction hit. “Okay let’s get my little angels up.” He helped me up and grabbed my hospital bag.

“Before we have this baby, I just wanted to say thank you Joon. You’ve been my rock through this and I’m so grateful for that.”

“No need to thank me Y/N. You are giving us the greatest gift of all. My little girl.” I gave him a kiss and we headed to the hospital.

Taehyung walked into the house with a bag from my favorite takeout place. I was five months pregnant and my cravings were going crazy. Half of the time Taehyung could not keep up. One minute I wanted ice cream, the next I needed something savory covered in a sweet sauce. The only perk was I didn’t look that pregnant. It was sometimes hard to believe I was about to have a baby.

Taehyung sat the food down in the kitchen. I got up and looked through the bag. Everything was there but my favorite side. Little things like this made me emotional. Yes, the lack of my favorite side was causing me to get teary eyed.

“Is something wrong?” Taehyung said. I looked at him and tried to play it off. I shook my head no. Taehyung looked in the bag and noticed what was missing. “Would you like me to go get it for you?” I hesitated to answer at first. If he didn’t mind then it’s no big deal, but I felt like I was asking for too much. Nearly being a nuisance for wanting to give into every craving I had. Taehyung could tell I was having an internal debate on what to do. “How about I go back out to get it and your favorite ice cream.” I started to smile.

I stayed at home as Taehyung went back out. I decided to watch tv, but fell asleep the moment I got comfortable. When I woke up, a blanket covered my body and the sun was no longer out. I looked at the clock at it was six forty-five. Taehyung was in the kitchen eating dinner. I don’t blame him. I was knocked out like a light for over two hours. I sat at down at the table and began to dig in. Taking one of each of everything. All Taehyung could do was smile.

“I take it my girls are hungry.” I smirked with my cheeks perked up because my hunger got the best of me.

“Thanks Tae.”

“It’s no problem.”

“I feel bad.” He scrunched up his eyebrows waiting for an answer. “I feel like I ask for a lot. All this back and forth. My cravings, not to mention my emotions all over the place, it feels like I’m a burden.” Taehyung stopped eating and looked at me.

“You are having our baby. Anything you need I will do. You’re the furthest thing from that.” He gave me a kiss on the cheek and we finished our dinner.

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