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jiminrings · 1 year

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maybe me

pairing: jimin x reader

wordcount: 9k

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

alternatively, jimin’s a single dad who would do anything for his daughter, even if it means taking advantage of your trust.

[ part one, intermission, part two, intermission 02, finale ]

[ angst, dilf jimin is all over the place but he’s trying his best, wholesome fluff, emotional baggage, allusions to anxiety, moral dilemma regarding stealing, more angst BUT also eventual redemption in the next parts :) ]

notes: peter, the horse The Dilf is here o_O this series is finally out of the backburner and i can’t be any more relieved!! gentle reminder that it gets even more angst from here (so pls take a break when necessary!!) but i promise that there’ll be redemption <3

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Jimin can’t afford to have pride nowadays.

What he can afford, however, is crippling anxiety as a single dad to his ten-month old daughter and the overwhelming urge to restart and relocate to the big city where the two of them could have a better future. Those two things specifically, plus whatever his daughter sets her eyes on at the grocery store.

“Do you want this, Yuri?” Jimin looks down on her strapped to his chest with the best baby carrier he could buy, squinting at the label of the item she was so fixed on staring upon. “A sixty-six count pack of Ziploc brand sandwich bags featuring Lightning McQueen?”

Jimin attempts to think about it — like really think about it. His mind’s about to drift how Yuri’s already watched a few movies to enrich her brain (maybe talking cars isn’t the best idea yet) and she can recognize when Cars is on because of the ka-chow! he says under his breath whenever Lightning says it. He was just about to think how he could possibly rationalize purchasing so many sandwich bags until he doesn��t have to.

Yuri’s smiling up at him, all with tiny little teeth and dimples, and suddenly Jimin doesn’t have to think anymore; he puts the pack of sandwich bags with talking cars on them (that he has no real use for) in the cart.

It’s a relief that he could still afford these types of things.

Jimin would not stop at anything to provide for Yuri, giving himself a pat on the back for being wise with his money before she came along. He granted himself luxuries before there was her, but nowadays, luxury was merely defined as having the same things that mattered for his daughter. White noise machine with Bluetooth feature, surround-sound, bass boost, and reverb? Check. A crib that you can turn into a co-sleeper then a proper bed when she grows up? Check. A dispenser that warms up baby wipes? Check.

The moment Yuri was born, Jimin was no longer the skilled and reliable paralegal in a high-end law firm. The moment she first cried and was handed to him because his ex didn’t want her, Jimin became the anxious, yet extremely dedicated and loving, single dad.

Either he was extremely smart or extremely impulsive for doing everything he’s done the past week and despite it all, he’s here grocery shopping with Yuri and laughing as she keeps testing her grip strength on whatever they walk past.

It’s as if Jimin didn’t terminate his lease two hours ago and the moving truck he rented is parked awkwardly outside.

It’s as if he doesn’t have the tangible extensions of his and his daughter’s life right outside the store, from the boxes of his clothes to Yuri’s co-sleeper.

Jimin can afford sustaining himself, his daughter, and his quality of living for ten straight months without working. But if there’s anything that the past week has taught him, his worrying akin to when it was Yuri’s first night home and he didn’t know if he was doing anything right, Jimin can’t afford pride.

His phone rings in his pocket and it jolts him, almost making him cuss. He knows for sure that it’s the call he’s been waiting for since this morning, eyes closing in relief.

He can’t afford being prideful because he called the last person he’d ever build up the courage to ask for help — his half-brother.

“Jimin? What’s the matter, are you alright?” Namjoon asks, unbothered to mask his worry. “You called like 52 times.”

They don’t hate each other, they really don’t. They know each other because they lived under the same roof for years. There’s no animosity between them, just the overwhelming feeling of not knowing how to act around each other.

Between Jimin and Namjoon, there was respect. Perhaps, too much respect and formality that they’ve never breached the territory of acting how real, whole brothers do — warm and unreserved.

But it’s okay, it’s okay now that Namjoon answered. It’s always been okay with them and Jimin doesn’t want to jeopardize that by asking what he’s about to, but he has to take his chances. Whatever it is that his brother says, it’ll be okay too. Everything he’s been doing the past ten months, especially the past few weeks, is all for Yuri.

“Namjoon, you’re the personal assistant of a hotelier, right?” Jimin asks, holding Yuri’s tiny hand for comfort. “A-and you have benefits, correct?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Namjoon breathes out, still a little shell-shocked because he doesn’t know what this has to do with anything. “Are you okay? Is Yuri okay? Why did-…”

“Thirty-percent off for company employees when they stay at any branch of the hotel for less than a month,” Jimin recalls, proving that he was clearly listening the time Namjoon told him about his job. “And fifty-percent off for company employees who want to have a long-term stay.”

“Yes? What does this have to do with your missed calls?” Namjoon blinks rapidly, literally unable to read between the lines because Jimin barely gave him any to begin with. “Is my niece okay?”

Jimin’s heart briefly warms at Namjoon’s acknowledgement for Yuri but he shrugs it off for the meantime, remaining focused.

“And because you’re working directly under your hotelier, that benefit can be transferrable to family, right?”

It takes one, two seconds before Namjoon realizes that his half-brother wasn’t just rambling about his employee benefits out of nowhere.

In the cookware aisle where Yuri keeps pointing at the Le Creuset heart ramekin that he already knows he’s going to buy without a second thought, Jimin proves for the millionth time that losing his pride is no problem if it’s for his daughter’s sake.

“Namjoon, please. I need your help,” Jimin humbly admits. “We’re family, right?”

( ♡ )

Jimin loves hotels.

The moment Namjoon agreed to let him use his employee discount for a long-term stay at the hotel he works at, he hightails it out of the grocery with a lighter aura. Yuri perhaps notices it, being more calm now because as her head is pressed to his chest, she could feel how his heartbeat’s relaxed.

Jimin takes the four-hour drive to the city like an absolute champ, Yuri even more so now that she’s tucked to her car seat and reunited with her emotional support blanket with her name hand-stitched by Jimin himself. It wasn’t the best, really. The stitches are clear but the tension is off, the characters only understandable if you take a good second to stare and tilt your head because the alignment was lopsided. It wasn’t the best but it was Jimin’s best — that’s good enough.

He figured that doing a fifty-percent discounted stay at a hotel, a luxury one on top of that, would be a hundred times better and cheaper than renting a temporary place in the big, expensive city until he could find his bearings. Jimin didn’t need to pay utilities, breakfast would be taken care of, amenities were free, and he didn’t have to worry about the safety of the area; it’s practically equivalent to a vacation.

The moment Namjoon met him and Yuri by the lobby, Jimin feels like he’s been transported back to his childhood home where the couches were lived-in and the floors were warm from the paths of their steps. Namjoon only had ten years on him and yet he was always dignified in his eyes; sturdy to the point of stiff, yet polite when necessary.

Jimin didn’t feel that composed, calculated persona when he saw Namjoon time this though, not at all. With all his worry that he had never seen before on his half-brother, Namjoon embraces him. Fully hugs him tightly and he could even hear a relieved sigh, pulling away when he hears Yuri’s squeal.

She’s smart, that much he’s figured. Could already stand stably on her feet for a few seconds without assistance and say coherent mumbles here and there that would soon turn into actual words. In fact, Jimin just realized now that Yuri could also place faces, recognizing Namjoon whom she only saw probably five times ever.

“What’s with the sudden move?” Namjoon furrows his brows at him, taking Yuri from him without a word and he lets him because his arms were starting to cramp from driving.

“Came to me in a fever dream, actually. I didn’t know you could have that with two-hour naps even without a fever,” Jimin shudders at recollection of the haunting thought that came to him a few weeks ago. “A talking whale cussed me out and told me I was being a shitty dad by not giving Yuri the best I could.”

“You’re not a shitty dad,” Namjoon corrects him albeit softly, the conviction there but not as energetic because he didn’t want to jolt his niece awake.

“Eh,” Jimin shrugs, lightly laughing upon the realization that holy shit, this is the most unplanned, casual, yet deepest conversation he’s had with Namjoon. “I try my best, I guess.”

Namjoon reserves the other words he has in mind and instead digs his hand into his pocket, pulling out a keycard to the room that Jimin begged him for. “Have you eaten dinner already?”

“Nope. I fed Yuri at the rest stop, was supposed to eat dinner, but then we had to leave early because I remembered that I double-parked,” he chuckles, only dawning on him now when he looks around and barely sees people in the lobby that it was already late into the night.

Namjoon, who’s been itching to go home since four in the afternoon, suddenly lost the pressing urge to crash in his bed despite being ten in the evening. God, Jimin really is selfless. If he felt sorry for him awhile ago when he suddenly called him for a huge favor, he feels even more sorry now. The weight of Yuri in his arms reminds him that this is all the weight and more that Jimin’s carried alone for ten months and counting, heavy enough to make Namjoon think that holding off from going home a little longer wouldn’t hurt.

“I’ll call room service up for you. Your dinner’s on me,” Namjoon softly smiles, genuinely, and Jimin could almost pass out from the fraction of the brotherly warmth he— they could’ve had all this time if only they became close. Not just okay, but actually close.

“Thank you, Joon,” Jimin slightly bows, a force of habit that his half-brother wants him to get rid of. He’ll tell him off eventually, but not now when it’s clear he’s had a long day.

Barely thirty minutes since Jimin stepped foot into the hotel yet he could already tell that his stay here would be undoubtedly life-changing. It’s a new experience; a new, terrifying yet ground-breaking experience for him and Yuri to go through, but atleast they have each other.

When Jimin feels like drowning, Yuri drains the water for him.

The moment he taps the heavy metal card to the door, Jimin sighs in relief and thanks whoever is listening. The room exceeded his expectations and more, making the mental note to appreciate it later and instead instruct the bellman where to put the boxes for now with a gracious tip. Jimin still has so much things to unpack, calls to make, and arrangements to handle, but when Yuri yawns, he’s reminded of his first priority.

He sets her down for now on the middle of the large and pristine bed, unpacking and installing her co-sleeper first before changing her. Jimin could only hope that Yuri doesn’t take the drastic difference of environment too roughly, but nonetheless, he comes prepared because he’s already stacking the fridge with the coffee he brought.

When he sees Yuri sleeping soundly in just a matter of minutes (even without the white noise machine), Jimin knows he did a good job today.

He did a good job doing everything that he had to do in the past month and unexpectedly, so did Namjoon by being the reason to why Jimin could not stop gushing at all the free stuff he could take home.

The only problem at the moment is that home isn’t defined, but he’ll just have to worry about it tomorrow.

Jimin gives himself too many pats on the back for even thinking of the accommodation. Even the hair and shower products here were luxury, none of the unbranded, minimalist (is it really minimalist or is there little thought and budget put into it?) products that some hotels carry.

In fact, the sudden reprieve Jimin has from having the most stressful 72 hours he’s had after some time makes him feel invincible. Oddly brave. Oddly too courageous that before he knows it, he’s turning the hot water on and even more oddly, doesn’t rush his shower; even has the balls to exfoliate properly and put a leave-on body mask.

He’s fifteen minutes into his sudden self-nurturing moment until he hears Yuri squirming around, a murmur here and a low gurgle there.

Then she really starts to cry.

It’s the type of cry that makes him want to redo the last fifteen minutes and turn on the white noise machine before he went to go shower. It’s the type of his daughter’s cry that makes his stomach sink because it reminds him of the inkling feeling that shit, maybe he is a bad father. The type that makes him rethink of the sudden move and his performance as a dad the past ten months.

Jimin suddenly feels panicked again, the lavender and cotton scent of the mask on his scalp turning cloying to him as soon as he hears Yuri sob.

“Yuri, baby? What’s the matter?” he yells out as if she could answer, cussing himself under his breath.

“I-I just-! Appa just put on his scrub! It’s the leave-on type!” he yells out again for her to hear past the thick glass pane, having hope when her cries decrease in volume. “Five minutes? Can you give appa five minutes, Yuri? Please, baby?”

Jimin gathers his wits, strengthening his resolve. His plea was basically useless because Yuri cried even louder. The 4-7-8 breathing method he used to do when he stumbled on dead ends when researching case material as a paralegal is barely helping now, trying his best to ignore the sinking feeling of inadequacy.

His mom told him about this before. Yuri’s at that age where she just cries because she wants to! It’s okay, Jimin. She needs to know that she can soothe herself!

Five minutes, okay. For five minutes, Jimin would remain in the bathroom and try to relax, letting Yuri gather her bearings and soothe herself. Five minutes won’t hurt that much.

He’s jittery inside and now he doesn’t even get to be awed at the luxury shower products doing wonders for him, instead worried how Yuri will do in the 300 seconds she’ll be left alone.

It barely registers to Jimin how this must come across to the guests around him. He’s immune to Yuri’s cries to the point that he doesn’t fully grasp just how loud she can get.

You aren’t. You’re not immune to the cries at all.

You’re only supposed to be making your rounds before you go home, an unneeded routine that you do anyway because lately you’ve been procrastinating driving back to your own house.

You’ve just gotten out of the elevator when you hear a baby crying so loudly and clearly from the end of the hall that you just can’t ignore it. Even the room service staff who’s coming from the other hand is just as surprised, his cart coming to the direction anyway. Your assistant, Namjoon, personally instructed him to bring food to the door.

You’re a familiar figure to the employees, obviously because you’re the hotelier and come from a famous family of one. It wasn’t exactly the norm for the actual head of the hotel to do the rounds herself or appear and oversee operations regularly in general, but what shocked your employee the most was that you heard it too; it wasn’t just a trick of his mind that there’s a baby loudly crying through the soundproof walls.

“Why’s nobody soothing the baby?” you wonder out loud, brows knitting in confusion. You’re worried, that type of cry coming from a baby, or any cry in general, anchoring a sinking feeling on your chest.

“I-I don’t know either, Miss,” Seokjin, his nametag reads, replies. Not only is he worried about the baby who just won’t seem to stop crying, he’s also nervous because he can’t believe the hotelier is talking to him directly.

“Could it be that no one’s there? Just the baby?” your mind runs, bottom lip trembling. Situations like these worried you beyond explanation, your heart softening in recollection. “I-I mean, what if the baby isn’t okay?”

You wait for two minutes. You and Seokjin freeze and wait for two minutes and the crying still doesn’t stop, setting off all the alarms in your head that it makes you dig for your own card in your bag.

You screw your eyes shut and tap the master key, hoping that you’re in the wrong and not right about thinking of worst case scenarios. As soon as you open the door and quickly scan the room, you’re relieved when you see a cute baby crying her lungs out on a co-sleeper. You come to her just in case, holding her up and assessing for any indications of what could’ve made her cry this hard.

There’s luggages, boxes, and shoes. Chelsea boots that clearly don’t fit a baby’s feet.

Oh.

You’re in the wrong.

Jimin emerges from the bathroom with a towel on, still dripping wet. He thought his fatigued mind was playing tricks on him when he heard the door click, but as soon as his eyes adjust and he sees you, standing in his bedroom holding Yuri; someone he does not know at all holding a keycard different from his — he loses almost all sense.

“Who the fuck are you?! Why the hell are you holding my daughter?”

Your eyes widen, not only because you misread the situation completely and there’s a half-naked handsome guy in front of you, but also because you let your instincts overtake you again — this time overstepping into a guest’s room.

Jimin thinks your face is familiar but he can’t focus on that when all he could do is panic, his mind all over the place that he only belatedly realizes that Yuri has stopped crying since.

“Why are you— no, who are you?” you return the question, your panic for what the situation seems like suddenly returning.

“What the fuck? Did you just break into my-…” Jimin’s veins are about to pop out when he tries to register everything — from the way you’re dressed elegantly and sophisticatedly not like the employees, to your keycard being a different color than his yet managing to open the door, to how you’re just as concerned as he is and not trying to flee.

Oh.

Jimin thinks that he contributed to you doing your wrong.

“Miss Y/N!”

Namjoon’s voice bellows from the hallway, letting himself in after Seokjin quickly filled him in on what happened. He’s sweating and heaving, wild eyes flickering between you and Jimin, and then Yuri now that she’s suddenly awake, throwing her a little wave.

“Namjoon?” you and Jimin ask at the same time, staring at each other.

The two of you no longer look hostile but there’s more questions raised than there are answers given, your gazes syncing to look at Namjoon who’s still catching his breath.

“Oh, I see,” your assistant breathlessly chuckles, nodding to himself. “I-I see. I think I know what happened here.”

“Do you know this guy?” you’re first to ask, a hesitant look flitting to the man who’s still half-naked and dripping wet in his towel.

Namjoon nods, straightening his posture before looking pointedly at Jimin. “Yeah. Jimin, this is our hotelier — my boss,” he emphasizes, coughing and gesturing to his lack of modesty that it prompts aforementioned to cross his arms, unintentionally highlighting his defined biceps.

“Miss Y/N, this is Jimin,” he smiles, trying to diffuse the tension. You and Jimin both want to sink to the floor out of embarrassment, leaving Namjoon the odd one out because he knows now that his plan of coming home in the next five minutes is soiled. “He’s my half-brother.”

You admit that it’s rash of you to enter yourself in the situation. You may have overstepped your boundaries as both a hotelier and a stranger, but that didn’t necessarily mean you wouldn’t attempt to save face.

“So you’re her dad? Can I see some ID?” you clear your throat, finally being able to look him in the eye when you turn because he’s not only covered by a towel this time.

Jimin shakes his head, half in disbelief and half in amusement. He doesn’t even have to prove anything to you at this point, already being verified by Namjoon and yet for some reason, he still indulges you.

He runs his hand through his hair that’s still damp, walking across the room to get to his wallet and fetch his driver’s license.

“Her name’s Yuri and yes, I’m her dad.”

Yuri?

The name puts a knot on your throat, the melancholic taste of it making you cough. You just freeze as you always do, eyes still staring and hands still grasping Jimin’s ID.

Your eyes focus after a few seconds, having to physically shake your head to get the thought away. Looking at it, you have enough proof that he’s just so handsome even against the light in shitty license processing offices.

“And the baby’s?”

“Yuri’s identification?” Jimin clarifies, eyebrows furrowed because your question doesn’t seem that rational to his brain. “Yuri’s ten months old. She doesn’t exactly have a driver’s license yet.”

“Fucking dumbass,” Namjoon mutters, knowing that Jimin was completely serious and not joking at all. In fact, he looks slightly appalled more than he is concerned because he just swore while carrying his daughter (he does it too sometimes), but gets over it when Namjoon fills in the very large gaps in his thought process. “Birth certificate. Miss Y/N’s pertaining to Yuri’s birth certificate as her identification because of course, she can’t exactly drive a four-wheeler yet, yeah?”

If Jimin notices that this is the first time Namjoon’s been beyond casual, perhaps even snarky with him, he keeps his excitement at bay.

“Oh! Yeah! Birth certificate, I have that. I have that,” Jimin trails, looking for his binder of Yuri’s important documents. They all sit right inside the bag he used to take to work, his most prized law documents that used to occupy the space just stored inside random boxes now. “Right here.”

It’s a little sad, seeing that Jimin’s entire life and his daughter’s by extension fits into this standard hotel room.

Something about the scene incites pity from you, regardless if Jimin doesn’t want it. He looks composed at face value if you were to block the mess that’s happening around him, his charm undeniable.

The whole day’s been heavy on him, his night even longer. He’s better after his long-overdue, makeshift, and unexpected pamper shower with a surprising twist of events.

Namjoon didn’t want to leave the two of you alone because he’s quite literally the buffer, but even before he glanced at the side of your face with the same sentiment he uses at your drawn-out meetings, you already knew when to leave.

“I’ll be taking my leave. I’m sorry, by the way,” you excuse yourself, turning your head down in acknowledgement. “Thank you for choosing to stay here. I hope it’s up to your standards.”

“It’s — oh, oh! No need for that, please,” Jimin quickly corrects you once he recognizes your tone of remorse. The whole incident happened just fifteen minutes ago and yet he already moved on from it; he wishes you could too.

Come to think of it, it’s slightly funny.

“Good night, Jimin,” you smile slightly, your intent being mirrored instantly.

“Good night, Y/N,” he chuckles, a split second decision to not use the same title Namjoon uses for you because he’s not your employee. Speaking of, he brings his half-brother to a side hug, using it as a handoff so he could get Yuri back in his arms. “Night, Joon.”

You make a mental note to give Namjoon an incentive the next day, knowing that he’s been worked to the bone from this day alone.

The baby in Jimin’s arms sleepily wakes up for a moment, looking at you with big, shiny eyes that held the happiness to her dad’s heart before she settles back.

The tiny smile sneaks to your lips before you could even think about it, hand twitching at your side to give her a little wave even if she’s already asleep.

“Good night, Bambi.”

( ♡ )

You make your rounds even if it's unneeded, the exceptional hotel managers you've hired easily being able to do this for you.

But there's something about overseeing that you like; something to do about being able to observe and do things about it.

You’re a dedicated descendant of a family who heads a large hotel conglomerate, trivially committed to getting in touch with day-to-day operations — perhaps boredom is synonymous to dedication.

Namjoon says it’s nice having you around here, boosting team morale and all. Your hotel’s known for you being seen around by guests as if it’s a normal occurrence, a different experience from all the other hotels they’ve been in.

It may be nice having you around but you know to yourself that you’re unneeded around here. That this place would just run fine without you. Having the higher-up casually fill up Excel sheets is unusual, but it isn’t groundbreaking. Namjoon tries to convince you otherwise but you know when he’s trying to butter you up.

Trivial is the word when you take the scenic route to go to the hotel breakfast and see how things are going. Silly is the word when you line up to get your eggs benedict when you could’ve just turned any of the kitchen staff to your beck and call.

Surprised is the word when the guy in front of you turns out to be Jimin, his head turning to greet you fully because he recognized you from the corner of his eye.

"Oh, hello!" Jimin greets, Yuri flush against his chest with a baby carrier. He’s still dressed in his sweats but looks graceful nonetheless, as if he’s always lived here. "It's me, Jimin. The guy with the crying baby yesterday? You met me while I was wearing a towel."

He wishes you remember him still because your eyes look unsure, but to his surprise, you laugh lowly.

"Yes, Jimin. Hi. I didn't exactly forget you."

Yuri vocalizes with joy, reminding you how pretty she is especially when she’s awake and not shrieking. She’s always attached to the hip with her dad, making you wonder if Jimin has a stroller that he could set her down at.

"Sweet," he grins, tilting his head so Yuri can play with his hair gently. She’s learning the careful grasp nowadays, his hair a worthy enough subject. "By the way, I have some serious concerns."

Jimin gestures for the both of you to step out of the line but you do it even quicker, eyebrows furrowing in concern.

"Is your daughter okay?"

He’s pleasantly surprised that your train of thought heads to his daughter first, a faint blush gracing his cheeks.

"Yuri? Of course! I'm concerned about her but this doesn't exactly concern her," he waves off, bouncing her up and down. She calls for him, repeating abba (it should be appa!) in glee but the P sound’s gonna come soon enough.

"It concerns me. Well wait, now that I think about it, it concerns her, y'know? Because it has something to do with me and I'm her dad so by extension, it concerns her. Actually it's-..." Jimin stops himself, exhaling with his eyes downcast in embarrassment. "I'm rambling."

“It’s okay,” you assure him, hand twitching at your side because the sleeve of his shirt is twisted and you have this unspeakable urge to fix it, but he beats you to it. “I have all the time.”

Jimin chuckles heartily at that, but you don’t know exactly what was so funny about it. He walks ahead of you to lead you to his booth, Yuri’s diaper bag placed on the middle of the table to act as his reservation.

He makes sure to have you seated first. He was about to even pull a chair for you but it’s a goddamn booth, further embarrassing himself so he resorts to just putting his hand out.

"The hotel breakfast," Jimin sighs with a shake of his head, strapping Yuri to her high chair. "Do you plan to switch it up?"

"I'm sorry?" you stutter, expecting everything but that.

"Apology accepted, but not wholly," he purses his lips, squaring his shoulders and clasping his hands together while he stares at you intensely. It stays like that for awhile, making you confused for different reasons at the same time. Jimin breaks when you blink at him slowly, almost as if you’re close to tears from thinking.

"What's up with the same menu for breakfast again and again? The scrambled eggs are cute but I've been feeling the butter in my throat too much now," he says all in one breath, chest deflating in relief once he got it out.

You remain glued to your seat, lips parting open briefly but you don’t know what for because you’re rendered speechless.

"Here's what I'm thinking," he murmurs, holding his hand out for Yuri to play with because she likes feeling included in conversations. "French toast and naan. It'll be a hit with everybody!"

He’s been thinking about this for the past two mornings, daydreaming of what you could do to improve the menu while he spoon-fed his daughter.

"About the naan, what if there's a separate table dedicated for making your own dipping oil? Oh, oh, and I suggest a table for baby puffs! Not only would the babies love it, but adults too. I snack on Yuri's puffs when I'm too tired to cook. It's amazing, you should try it!" Jimin gushes, rifling through the diaper bag to retrieve the familiar packaging. "Here, open your hand."

"Jimin-" you snap out of your unintentional bout of silence, once again being pushed into it when Jimin grows impatient and pries your hand open with delicateness yet the same amount of eagerness as his daughter.

"Eat first."

Jimin still doesn’t let go of his hold on your hand, angling it to pop the puffs right into your mouth. He lets go of it once he sees you tentatively chew (you have no other choice but to), happily humming as he hands one to Yuri before he treats himself to some.

Surprisingly, baby puffs do taste good.

Your attempt to be prim and proper while chewing a godsend delicacy almost goes down the drain, willing yourself to clear your throat and not sound too amused.

"I'm not the chef around here."

"Okay?" Jimin scoffs playfully, narrowing his eyes. "You're the hotelier. You can make it work."

Jimin’s suggestion is not… trivial. It makes actual sense. He did bring it up to you in such an unorthodox and forward way, but past that, you know where he’s getting at.

"Believe me, changing up your breakfast menu will have your hotel named as the best in the world."

"It already is," you murmur. You do want to become humble, but condensing the whole excellence of your hotel to a mere breakfast menu makes you a little bit defensive.

"Source?" he raises his eyebrows, prying your hand open once again to put some puffs on your hand and you don’t even have the pride to deny him; they do taste good.

"Architectural Digest. Condé Nast Traveler. The-..."

"Wrong," Jimin boos loudly. "You forgot me. I haven't proclaimed it yet.”

Endearing would be the word for Jimin. Annoyingly endearing. He’s not cloying but he does invade your senses, even from a distance. He smells like baby powder and talks like the two of you have known each other your whole lives.

"I wonder how you react when your coffee order's wrong," you tut, pressing your tongue to your cheek.

Jimin breaks out to laugh, setting off Yuri to do the same. You don’t feel like you’re intruding — you feel like you’re included. Their eyes crescent and their heads throw back, and if only you had the chance, you’d take a picture of them for him to keep.

"I said, trust me. Take it from a paying, long-term tenant in your hotel,” he soothes you with his words, waving you off jokingly once he got over his fit of giggles.

"You've only been here three days and you're utilizing Namjoon's fifty-percent off discount."

"It counts," he gasps. "Take it from me as a girl dad. As a hot, stressed-but-still-hot, single dad of a baby girl named Yuri."

"Okay, hot single dad of Bambi," you smile, ignoring the fond yet slightly confused look of Jimin at your nickname for his daughter. "I'll think about your input."

"The dining area's gonna be rearranged?"

Namjoon looks up from his phone, the groupchat he was in that you weren’t a part of (your employees are still intimidated by you) pinging repeatedly.

He skims the messages, the furrow in his brow going deeper. "I'm also gonna say that the menu should be changed everyday?"

"Yes, Namjoon."

"Miss Y/N," he clears his throat, trying to word his thoughts in the best way possible but falling short. "Since when were you so interested about free hotel breakfasts?"

You look up from the game on your phone, a little break that you granted yourself because you were getting a little cross-eyed from looking at company projections.

"Since your brother cornered me to give some very passionate inputs about our breakfasts, that's when."

"He did what?" Namjoon’s eyes bulge, his phone almost falling from his grasp while he attempts to get out of your office in an instant. "Excuse me, I just have to sort-…”

"Ah, easy," you chuckle, gesturing for him to stay inside. "It's okay, he didn't offend me that much."

"Still. Jimin just has little filter to him most of the time and-..."

"It's okay, Joon," you shush him, reaching across your table to get your snack bowl. “Baby puff?"

Namjoon’s still wary but he looks down on your outstretched palm, taking it from you. He’s still a little agitated and dazed when he puts the tiny puff in his mouth, the crease on his forehead relaxing.

"Oh. That tastes nice."

( ♡ )

It's in the rooftop garden that you see Jimin and Yuri again.

Eating breakfast with Jimin and Yuri has recently turned into a routine, the hour and a half of conversation in the morning conditioning you to look for them more and more. He did get the french toast, the naan, and even the baby puffs that he asked for and more. You were a part of their mornings as much as they were in yours, the two of you in opposite sides of the booth while Yuri was at the end of the table with her high chair.

You unconsciously seek them, unbeknownst to yourself that you started looking for two familiar mops of hair at every facility in the hotel. Mornings were your common denominator, the rest of the day reserved for each other’s hectic schedule.

Jimin’s been busy being out and about looking at open houses, doing a job search on the side that’s still in line with working in law but would allow him to work remotely and on flexible hours. He wants to hold off working until Yuri turns one year old, but the truth was that he just can’t keep doing this up without a stable career.

He seeks you unconsciously too, looking for a familiar figure that’s dressed in true high-end clothes without the obvious logo. He deducted that wherever Namjoon is, you were too — Jimin barely noticed that he’s been texting Namjoon more frequently now, specifically if he wants to hang out during his break and where he is.

When you see him, Jimin's clothed in a thin sweater while Yuri's bundled up, knowing a cashmere sweater when you see one.

"No one's allowed to be out here this late."

Jimin doesn’t have to turn his head to know that it’s you, having expected for you to approach him because your breakfast earlier was cut short because you had an urgent meeting to attend to.

"I know, sorry. I suddenly couldn't read when I saw the sign," Jimin apologizes insincerely, accompanied by his chuckle that’s uncharacteristically low tonight. ”By the way, I didn't pick the locks or anything. I took the fire exit."

"I figured,” you hum, looking down the both of them. They’re sat by the edge of the pool, Yuri placed gingerly on his lap with her socks on (he’s not gonna risk it) while Jimin’s sweatpants are folded upwards haphazardly, his calves dipped into the warm water.

You hesitate if you want to intrude in their moment because after all, this is the only time the two of you are alone outside of your usual breakfasts. You feel like you don’t fit in, still in your fancy work clothes and in your heels while Jimin’s dressed for sleep.

He senses your hesitation, looking up at you as you’re still in thought. Jimin fishes a spare towel he keeps in his pocket (in case the usual towel he slings on his shoulder for Yuri no longer does the job) and lays it beside him, not wanting you to get your clothes dirty.

The night’s cold but you’re so warm, looking down on the towel with much appreciation in your eyes that Jimin chuckles and just nudges you to sit down already. He puts out a hand to set your glass down that he’s seen you nursing while walking throughout the floor at this time of the night, the smell of it familiar.

"Yuri was fussy. Gave her a bath, changed her diaper, warmed her a bottle, sang her a lullaby, checked her socks. Nothing worked," he explains even without you asking, cradling his daughter to the crook of his neck. "Went outside the balcony for fresh air but there was someone smoking next door."

You’re about to apologize for something you didn’t do but Jimin interrupts you, glancing upwards at the sky that he hasn’t taken the time to look at for so long.

"Ta-da. Rooftop garden does the trick."

"Scotch?" you hum while offering, your glass with a tall serving of it already halfway finished. Jimin shakes his head, a shaky sigh leaving him.

"Can't, I'm on the clock. Have been for ten months," he says it matter-of-factly but the undertone of melancholy doesn’t leave it, looking down back at your glass. “You can drink around me if you want to, though. I don’t mind.”

You smile tightly, grasping the glass in your hand but turning away your head as you take a sip because you didn’t want to rub it on Jimin’s face. He looks at the back of your head as you do, stifling laughter because you do it so quickly since you didn’t want to be disrespectful.

When you turn back, Jimin’s gaze is back at Yuri, the way his eyes sparkle still apparent in the dim lighting.

"She's pretty,” you mumble, admiring the way she looks angelic even with faint tear tracks on her cheeks.

"Thank you. All from me," Jimin quips, running his thumb on her cheek as he resists the urge to bite into them because he’d wake her up. “I’m glad she looks like me."

The question is just hanging over both of your heads in the thick air, his reply being the perfect introduction for you to finally ask. You’re not in the position at all to ask about it, but in the same way Jimin beckoned you to sit right next to him, you felt that it was right.

"How about her mom?” you whisper, looking down on your rings to avoid his inquiring gaze. "If she looked like her mom, would she still be pretty to you?"

Jimin knew you were going to ask him eventually about the other, yet absent, person in the equation, but he didn’t know you’d ask him this way — a question if he would still love Yuri if she didn’t look like him.

He nods solemnly, looking down at her. ”Of course. She's my flesh and blood, my daughter. She'd still be pretty to me, even if she looked like... the woman who birthed her."

"Sorry," you apologize once you register Jimin’s tone that isn’t light as it usually was. "Sensitive topic?"

"I've moved on," Jimin smiles albeit bitterly, never quite reaching his eyes. "I hope that when Yuri gains consciousness, she moves on too."

It’s a prayer he makes even if he isn’t particularly religious. It’s a wish upon a shooting star in a sky he barely looks at. It’s too much to ask for, to hope for, but Jimin still does nonetheless.

"Moving on is tough, though," you answer, running your finger along the circle of your glass. “Some people don't move on at all."

"Not when it's unfair," Jimin pokes his tongue to his cheek, a pained scoff leaving him. “Not when it's cruel."

Jimin’s a dam that just endures, taking typhoon after typhoon. He reserves and represses and in odd moments, in crucial and unguarded instances, Jimin catches himself slipping.

"Yuri’s mother doesn’t want anything to do with her," he speaks thickly, hand moving to cover her ears even if she’s sleeping and yet to comprehend. "She’s the heiress of her parents’ law firm. Also used to be my girlfriend of five years, actually," he laughs without the humor behind it, pursing his lips at the thought.

“She’s a lawyer. I’m a paralegal that knocked her up.”

"Jimin,” you call him when you feel that his gaze goes too far, too disconnected to realize that he’s here now with Yuri well and safe in his arms. It may be only his arms that cradle her, but it’s with love that fills in for two people and more.

"Is that Japanese scotch?" he suddenly quips, peering to your glass. He seems pleased when you confirm his guess with a gasp, smiling to himself at the minuscule victory. "Can I have a sip?"

You nod, offering your glass to which he’s eager to take. He’s just about to when he realizes that there’s a weight on his lap, one that wouldn’t blend well when he drinks.

"Can you uhm, can you also hold her while I drink? Just a little, I promise."

Without even thinking of it, you agree.

You take Yuri into your arms and press her to your chest, not having Jimin to correct you on how to hold her because you did it correctly and she didn’t even fuss.

"I'm here because I'm in between things. Haven't worked for ten months, sold my apartment to try and relocate to the city, I need to figure out where we are going in life because Yuri's turning one year old soon, and my backup plan doesn't sound too bright,” he confides in you after he takes a sip of alcohol, the all too familiar yet distant burn in his throat washing him over in nostalgia. It hits him harder than he expected.

"What's your backup plan?"

"Live in a cruise ship because the cost of living is cheaper."

"That actually sounds kind of smart,” you chuckle in delight, shaking your head. Jimin does tend to think out of the box, you easily bet that he was an excellent paralegal before he had Yuri.

"Yeah, except the fact that I get seasick easily and I'm scared of the ocean."

The admission of his fear pries an unexpected laugh out of you, covering your mouth as to not jolt Yuri awake.

"Not funny," he deadpans but the amusement on his face is visible. “You know how I want to take Yuri to an aquarium so bad but the aquarium glass for ceilings terrify me?"

You snort, visualizing an image of Jimin shaking his boots looking at stingrays overhead him. "Her Uncle Namjoon can take her then."

"He can, but I don't want to be indebted to him more than I already am,” he sighs, having considered the idea before.

"She's his niece,” you reason, the sentiment behind it already apparent.

"Only half."

"He loves her, though. I can tell. You can tell," you shrug, the solution in your head still unwavering. “He told me about Bambi a couple times already. Even before you went here."

"He does?" Jimin sounds genuinely surprised, schooling his expression to look unfazed. It’s apparent to you that the both of them don’t know each other closely. “He loves my daughter because she's his niece; of course he would. But as brothers? I don't think we're quite there yet."

You make a noise of disapproval, knowing genuineness when you see it. You know to yourself that Namjoon’s a sincere employee and an even more sincere person.

"Are you older or younger?"

"Younger," he answers, furrowing his brows because he senses that Yuri’s bound to wake up soon. “My — our mom remarried after his dad died.”

You can’t react accordingly because true to his instinct, Yuri does fuss. The way she fusses makes it known to Jimin that if he doesn’t take her back to their room and on her co-sleeper, she’ll fully wake up and throw a tantrum.

"That's enough of my baggage for one night, don't you think?"

He concludes it at that, looking at you with a somber smile. He exchanges your scotch for his baby, skillfully standing up before helping you do the same. You dust off the towel he lent you but he waves it off, telling you to keep it the next time the two of you talk like this again.

Jimin’s an enduring planet and Yuri’s a young moon, the way he looks at her enough for you to know that she’s lucky to have him as a dad.

"Good night," Jimin bids you goodbye, pressing Yuri's forehead to his as if they’re telepathically exchanging thoughts. "She says good night too."

( ♡ )

Jimin's reminded to never drink again after just five sips of scotch.

He woke up with an existential crisis, something that hasn't him in a state this bad before. He's raising his ten-month old daughter alone, there's neither an apartment nor a house attached to his name, has no job, and he's living in a hotel.

It makes Jimin claustrophobic, making him realize that he's close to the end of his wits and probably has been for a long time. Has he really been this lost all this time? Has he really been acting this pathetic despite having a daughter to raise alone?

It's so hard to breathe, carrying Yuri close to his chest on top of that. He smells her hair to try and ground himself, but even the scent of his daughter mixed with his perfume barely does anything to calm him.

Then he gets the call from his dad. He’s so numb; the tips of his fingers prick with electricity but he doesn’t feel, his ears ringing at yet another reminder of one of the multiple responsibilities on his shoulders.

"Jimin, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," his dad sighs remorsefully. “They're calling me in for some tests again."

Right, Jimin almost forgets. He's supporting his dad secretly.

It was a dire situation, something that only the two of them know. Three if you count Yuri and her attentive eyes whenever he's on the phone.

His dad's been feeling sick for quite some time now. No one's quite sure of anything, making the whole process complicated and extensive; whatever it was, it's only between him and his dad for the time being.

Jimin was sure of two things — a) that his mom has a frail heart and hearing about a possible threat to his dad's health would be detrimental, and b) that the funding should come from him because at the end of the day, Namjoon shouldn't be responsible; after all, Jimin is his father's son, not Namjoon.

It's overwhelming, just so overwhelming that as soon as Yuri fusses as soon as she wakes, calls him appa with a B, and lightly cries, Jimin does the same.

She must be hungry, making him go on autopilot to prepare her bottle but when he opens the tin, he sees more of his distorted reflection inside the cylinder than the actual formula.

Fuck.

Jimin prepares Yuri’s bottle anyway, a lump stuck to his throat as soon as an idea forms in his head. Neither the lump nor the idea leaves him and it pricks the tears from his eyes more, keeping his daughter preoccupied because now she suddenly stopped crying to observe his instead.

He’s chipping at the ends and the very core of his whole mind is raw. All he has are doubts and insecurities and the way Yuri looks at him, like she trusts him even if he’s hugely lacking as a dad, doesn’t console him.

Jimin comes down and meets you as per usual, giving you a side hug and coming into the booth with ease as if there's no tension in his shoulders and in his mind.

He thinks he’s doing a good job at acting casual but you could see how vacant he looks, his eyes missing the usual glint of playfulness that he bore. You give him the benefit of the doubt and assume that it’s his fatigue from the night before; maybe it’s just the hangover from the few sips he had from your drink.

"You and Bambi look a little rough," you observe, piping in as soon as he settles down. “I’ll fill our plates. Just sit here."

Jimin looks at you with an unknown emotion, eyes wide and glassy. You can’t read him and neither can he, the brief moment of vulnerability being cut short when he thanks you.

You walk to the tables, filling the tray with two plates for you and Jimin and one bowl for Yuri like it's clockwork. It's easy for you to fill it all up from memory, to adhere to a routine you've built in just the three weeks you came across Jimin and his baby.

It's hard for Jimin though.

It's hard because this one particular thought never leaves him, the only one he ever had as a solution to quell the anxiety he has that peaked just this morning.

Your bag's right on the table; small, open, and expensive right in front of him, taking your position while you get breakfast for him and his daughter.

Jimin screws his eyes shut, taking several exhales that don't even placate him. He looks outwardly casual, dipping his hand in there as if he's just looking for mints and as if he's known you enough to literally stick his hand where it doesn't belong. As if you trust him.

And that's the thing — you do trust him.

Jimin spots your wallet and opens it as if it's his own. Counts the bills mentally as if he's just counting ducks and takes half of it, thumb swiping quickly. He’s never done this before.

Yuri somehow knows because as soon as Jimin's thumbs through your banknotes, all of them in the highest denomination, her bottom lip trembles, a shrill cry following soon after.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m sorry, Yuri,” he whispers, screwing his eyes shut. God, this is wrong and yet he can’t stop. “This is bad but it’s a justified bad. Don’t be like appa. Don’t steal like me, okay?”

He whispers the last part because even he can’t fathom himself actually doing it, chest becoming heavier by the second. He folds the money in half and stashes it inside Yuri's diaper bag, heart still beating erratically even if he’s already hid it.

“Appa's taking care of a lot of things a-and things are tight, especially with your grandpa's situation, y'know? And you’re running out of formula and we need to stock up before there’s a shortage again," he explains, voice trembling as well as his hands.

Yuri isn’t soothed, however. She throws her head back while calling for Jimin again and again like she’s the reflection of his conscience — his conscience that he’s already tainted the moment the idea went into his head.

“Don’t cry, Yuri. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Y/N, fuck,” he whispers over and over again, the tears in his eyes threatening to spill whenever he repeats your name.

You come back with the breakfast, barely noticing anything except that Jimin looks even more spent than five minutes ago since you last saw him. Yuri had already started calming down before you approached the table and stopped completely when you set her bowl in front of her, your eyes curious to why Jimin can’t even meet your gaze.

You realize it later, when you fish your card from your wallet because you need Namjoon to run some errands for you.

It's lighter, barely noticeable. The set of bills you've had in it isn't as thick than the last time you saw it, but you could easily chalk it up to you seeing things, or lack thereof.

It hits you completely when you see your crumpled withdrawal receipt in the bottom of your bag instead of your wallet, having a habit to use the paper as a makeshift clip for your banknotes. It would only sink to your bag if somebody had touched your wallet and took your money; it couldn't have been you because after all, you haven't done anything today that required you to pull out your cash.

Then you know when you have someone pull up security footage for you.

You see it clearly despite the slight grain; Jimin and his hands inside your bag, casually rummaging through it as if you're good companions and know each other.

The thing is — Jimin doesn't know much of you.

The security technician is appalled, even more appalled than you are and huffs when he follows your gaze. He's about to press on his radio and bark out orders when you gently put your hand before him, solemnly shaking your head.

It’s okay.

It's for Yuri.

You keep to yourself, thanking your employee before you gather your things and exit the room.

Namjoon's been looking for you and he's a little perplexed to why you would go to the surveillance room of all places, catching up to you as you walk across the grand lobby.

At the corner of your eye, Jimin enters the hotel, holding a sleepy Yuri and a plastic bag of what you can discern to be his daughter's needs.

Jimin tries to catch your attention and attempts to walk alongside you and Namjoon — you pretend not to notice.

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lonely hearts club ✨ || kth au - finale

“lonely hearts club // do you want to be with somebody like me?”

maybe single parents are meant to be members of the lonely hearts club.

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masterlist: here

— genre: single parents au, romcom, humour, fluff, angst, strangers to friends to lovers s2f2l

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It was somewhat eerie walking through the empty corridors. Past lockers and the big glass facade. If she remembered correctly she had to go all the way to the end. After taking a glance on her phone display to confirm she wasn't too early - in fact, she was quite in time - she quickened her pace and eventually came to an halt outside room 505. Muffled voices and some bum notes being heard from inside. With an exhausted sigh from the long walk, she propped her back against the wall next to the door. It wasn't even that warm outside, but walking twenty minutes in the sun were enough to warm her up enough to the point she was almost sweating.

Her brown irises wandered to the glass facade then. Leaves were dancing in the subtle spring breeze. It was a nice day indeed. Thankfully. The past weeks, or rather months, had been dreadfully grey and depressing after all.

Suddenly another thought crossed her mind. Perhaps waiting for him inside the building had been a bad idea after all. Maybe she should've rather waited outside for him. Before she could even make a move to leave though, the bell rang loudly above her. Shifting, voices and steps rising inside. Coming closer when the door was pushed open with a swift move, almost hitting her as she was standing right behind it.

Teenagers were rushing out, not noticing her as they all seemed in a hurry to finally leave. It was most likely their last class of the day as well and obviously they didn't want to stay in the building longer than necessary. Especially since it was friday.

Some were carrying smaller, some bigger instrument cases and Cassandra couldn't help but remember the torture that it had been to carry her cello home back in middle school, when there wasn't her or her friend's dad to drive her home. She shuddered at that memory.When it seemed that no one else was coming out and that all pupils had left, she came forth and opened the door carefully again. Seeing Taehyung's tall figure standing at the piano on the auditorium's small stage. He was gathering some sheets and hadn't noticed her entering, his broad back facing her.

"Ready?" she smirked as the door closed behind her with a thud. Startling him a little and he looked over his shoulder, taking a quick look at her. A smile tucking in the corner of his lips when seeing her standing there in her plaid coat and beret, going back to organising his sheets then.

"Just a minute."

"Hm, alright." She walked closer to the stage. Hands folded behind her back as she tilted her head at him. "What you doing?"

"Just collecting the musical sheets from today's class," he explained while stuffing the small pile into his briefcase. Cassandra pursed her lips and sat down at the edge of the stage. Bending her legs, she swang around and got up on it, walking up to him at the piano. She peaked from behind him, reading the notes in his hands. "'Chanson Triste" by Tchaikovsky' -oh, I like Tchaikovsky!"

Her sudden exclaimation made him chuckle. "I know.."

"What does that mean?"

"Huh. What?"

"This here." She pointed at the words beneath the title. "'Allegro non troppo' - it's italian, but what does it mean?"

"It basically means 'fast, but not too fast'. It's a term used to tell the piece's tempo. So you know how fast you should play it."

She hummed and went beside him, snorting then. "'Fast but not too fast' is quite a vague definition though.. How do you know if it's too fast or not?"

"That's why metronoms exist," he explained with a smirk to which her lips shaped an understanding 'o'. Watching him grabbing his violin case that was leaned against the piano. "They give the tempo and we just follow."

"I see.."

"Anyway, I'm ready. Let's g-"

"No, wait," she cut him off. Now standing between him and the piano with steady eyes and a smile. His brow arched and he was about to ask when her lips parted. "Tae, say.." Her voice was soft as her eyes shyly looked away. That innocent look on her face. He knew it too well. She wanted something.

He watched her taking a step back then, her thighs pressing down some piano keys, creating an unpleasant sound. "Would you play it for me? That piece?"

"Cas, no," he chuckled, "We're gonna be late. Let's pick up the girls and -"

"Please."He wanted to groan and object but then again, they still had some time until meeting the others. And it wasn't even like they knew the reason they were gathering anyway. Yoongi had just asked them in their groupchat to come to this restaurant. Soyeon wouldn't tell them the reason either when asked, leaving everyone confused and curious. Although Namjoon had speculated it could be about Yoongi's birthday a few days ago and since no one could come up with a better reason, they had agreed that must be the occasion.

"Pretty please. Only once," Cassandra continued her plead as she didn't get any reaction out of his straight face. Even adding a cute pout when her index finger began slowly sliding up his firm chest. "It's not like I often get the chance to hear you play live." Her hand eventually flattening on it, travelling further up. Her touch making him internally gulp as he subconsciously leaned into it more. His brown eyes following her every move, softening. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she brought him closer to her them. Giving him a sly smirk. "Don't pretend you wouldn't like showing off your skills to me," she whispered. Taehyung couldn't help but bite back a laugh at her. She got a point after all.

A deep sigh escaped his lips then and he dramatically rolled his eyes. He knew it wasn't that big of a deal, it was a rather short piece after all. However, whenever he was near an instrument she'd always request him to play her something. Getting all excited like a little child. And maybe he liked teasing her a little about it. "Fine. But only once. No encore."

She nodded vigorously and pecked his lips. Grinning satisfied then. He stepped away from her embrace to grab his violin out of the case. Attuning it before positioning the instrument between his shoulder and cheek. Placing the bow on the strings while the fingers of his other hand pressed on the fingerboard. Cassandra loved watching him play one of his instruments. It was a rare sight as he mostly only played them in school, not wanting to disturb their neighbours. Hence why she had been so persistent.

She took a seat on the piano stool then, waiting for him to begin. However, he was hesitating stroking the bow. Peeking at her with a faint smile. "You know, I always get so nervous playing in front of you," he admitted, chuckling quietly. Taking her by surprise. She was about to object, arguing what nonsense that was, before pressing her lips together. Forming a straight line for a moment. "It's okay. I.. I'm always quite flustered when you watch me draw as well."

He blinked, his face turning into a small frown. "I didn't know you didn't like it. You should've told me. I like your drawings, that's why-"

"No, no," she shook her head with a smile, "It's okay really. The fact you like my drawings feeds my ego." She laughed then, causing him to laugh in relief as well. "I just wanted to say, I get it , okay? So just ignore my presence."

Ignore your presence.. he laughed to himself while repositioning the bow on the strings. How, when you look at me like that? And she observed him beginning to stroke the violin's delicate strings. Playing the first notes of the composition.

And she watched quietly in awe, enjoying her own little private concert.

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"Ah, I'm so full now. I can't walk," Jimin contently sighed and patted his belly over his thick puffer coat. Adding in a whiny tone, "I think I ate too much. The buttons are barely holding. I can feel it." The cold almost-spring wind of the night hitting his cheek as he held the door open for them to follow.

Namjoon exhaled, chuckling. "Same here. I shouldn't have eaten so much."

"The food was really delicious though. Can't believe I ate so much."

"It was just once anyway. It's alright, when do we ever eat this much?" the older guy tried to reason. Making himself feel better as well.

"You sure it's not just the drinks you've had," Taehyung mumbled teasingly, earning a shrug from his friends.

"Perhaps both, but it's okay! There was reason to celebrate after all."

"Yeah, who would've thought," Namjoon nodded and unintentionally got in the front of the line as they made their way to the parking behing the restaurant building. Leading them with big steps.

"Wasn't it expected though?" Jimin intervened, "At least I saw it coming."

Taehyung huffed at his confidence. "As if, don't pretend. None of us did."

"I.. I kinda did.." They briefly turned to Cassandra behind them who was struggling keeping pace with them. "I mean, it was rather a feeling."

"Soyeon told you, didn't she? I bet she couldn't contain her excitement after all."

She quickly shook her head though. "No, she didn't! I swear," she said sternly, shoving her freezing hands deeper into her coat's pockets. "It was simply a feeling. Call it my sixth sense," she smirked then to what Jimin simply laughed out. Remaining sceptical, although she was telling the truth.

She indeed hadn't known about Yoongi spontaneously proposing to Soyeon on his birthday. And yet, it hadn't come as a surprise to her. "They're quite a long time together," Namjoon nodded then, "So perhaps you're right, Cas. We should've seen it coming."

"It's only four years though," Jimin said then, "I know people who're dating even longer and are still not enganged."

"True, my friend and her boyfriend are together since high school and still not married. But they're planning to," she agreed, "Then again, others are dating only for a year and get engaged. It simply depends."

"Yeah," Jimin breathed, arching a brow at Taehyung who had become awfully quiet in their little discussion, "Some get married after a year and others don't even have the guts to propose after three." Taehyung's eyes, which were glued to the asphalt, widened at this last statement. Contrary to the others, getting the hint and so he furrowed his brows at Jimin who was simply giving him a wide, devilish grin. Both of them not realising their steps becoming slower during their little stare-off. Leaving Namjoon and Cassandra continue walking alone towards the cars. Not noticing their absence as she started complaining about the tall guy soon obtaining his driver's licence as well, leaving her to be the only one in the whole group without one. To which Namjoon simply laughed and apologised, before his phone dropped from his pocket and they searched for it in the shadows."So.. did you buy it?" Jimin inquired with a curious look. "I mean the ring, if you didn't get it."

Taehyung clicked his tongue, his eyes shooting him an annoyed glance. "I know what you mean," he quietly snapped then, afraid she might overhear anything, "And yes, I did."

"The blue one?"

"Yes."

Jimin frowned puzzled. "Why blue though?"

"Because.." His gaze wandered to Cassandra who was leant against their car and laughing at something Namjoon had told her. "Because blue is her colour. And sapphires are much rarer than diamonds anyway. Did you know? Diamonds are actually quite common." And he wouldn't have beared buying her something clear and common. "Besides, it does have diamonds on it. They're just smaller around it."

Jimin hummed before breaking into a wide smile. "You know her better than I do, so if you think she'll like it, it was surely the right one to get." He patted his shoulder quite violently then, causing Taehyung to flinch. "So now all that remains is you to finally pop the question."

"We'll see.."

"What do you mean 'we'll see'?" Jimin repeated confused, using air quotes, "You'll obviously do it. You love her after all."

"Of course I do," Taehyung said, his tone annoyed. "It's just that.." The coldness of the night made his lips dry and he had to lick over them several times. His glance fell on the ground eventually and his voice became deeper. "What if she doesn't -"

"Seriously?" his friend groaned. Loud enough to also catch the other two's attention for a moment before they went back to discussing an artist Cassandra had recommended Namjoon. "Are you serious now?" Jimin said then in a more hushed tone. "Just ask her the damn question. I'll guarantee you she'll accept."

"Very h-"

Before Taehyung could even retort anything sarcastic, Jimin interrupted him by turning around and waving him off. Already getting tired by this conversation. "Just call it a sixth sense," he chuckled then and walked towards the others who were still preoccupied by their little art talk. Leaving Taehyung back, dumbfounded.

"Finally, what did you guys have to discuss all of the sudden?" Namjoon curiously asked when noticing Jimin standing beside them. Watching him simply shrug. "Nothing too important," he lied and looked over his shoulder. Seeing Taehyung approaching them.

"Are you sure you don't want us to drive you home," Cassandra asked then. Pushing herself off the car. "We're bringing Joon home after all. It wouldn't be a problem."

"Nah, it's fine," he smiled and propped his elbow on her shoulder, "I already asked Hobi. He's driving Jungkookie home and it's closer to mine than Namjoonie's. I don't want you guys making a detour for me."

She hummed, understanding. "Where are Hobi and Kookie anyway?"

"Pretty sure they'll come any minute. They just wanted to go to the restroom and bid the others goodbye." And indeed, their sillhouettes appeared around the corner just as Jimin had answered her question. Jimin wished them goodnight before rushing to them. Taehyung exhaling in relief when watching him doing so, fishing out his keys then to unlock the car. Cassandra and Namjoon immediately getting inside the warm vehicle. He was about to follow when he noticed one of his shoelaces being untied. So he stopped in his tracks to kneel down and tie it. The sound of the car door opening again breaking the silence then.

"Tae?" Cassandra called out, soon appearing in front of him. She had been wondering where he had disappeared to, not having noticed him down there. "Tae? Whe-" She cut herself off when spotting him kneeling. "What are you-" Her brows rose and she froze for a moment until she watched him stand up straight again. "What?" he asked with furrowed brows. Smoothing out the streaks of hair that had fallen in front of his eyes.

"Oh.. n-nothing," she quickly said, flustered. Feeling her cheeks getting a darker shade of pink as she tucked a curl behind her ear. "It's cold. Get in so we can go home."

Taehyung continued frowning though, ignoring the night breeze tousling their hair. Getting suspicious of her voice's tone and the way her warm eyes would avoid his. "You sure?"

"Yeah. Just get in, okay?" However, he slowly began to put one and one together. Chuckling amused. "Did you think I'd -"

"Shut up!" she whined embarrassed. Causing his chuckle to grow louder.

"I wouldn't have done it like that, dummy," he grinned then, seeing her lips parting. Seemingly taken aback by what he was possibly implying. And he could swear there was a smile ghosting over her lips a moment later. "G-good to know," she eventually nodded and quickly opened the car door to climb back in. Feeling her cheeks burning by now despite the coldness outside.

And Taehyung's grin turned into a soft smile.

Perhaps Jimin's sixth sense was right after all.

THE END

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a/n: thanks for reading :) xx idk if the ending was good or cheesy or whatever, but i hope you still enjoyed this story!

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~TickledPink!~

Part Eight

Pairing: Jjk x Reader Pregnant AU

Word Count: 3,065K

Rated: M

Book Warnings: Mentions of Sexual Assault, Mild Smut, Adult Language, Fluff City Bish, 18+

Author: @guksauce

Notes: Hey! Quick note before we start- In October it’ll be TWO YEARS since I posted Chapter 7. I couldn’t be more sorry to those of you who have eagerly awaited new parts to this story, to this family. I’ve promised lots to come in the past and I intend on keeping that promise. FYI: everything from here on out will be shorter and the timeline will be more drastic simply because I don’t see myself squeezing too much more out of this. I have many more projects in progress for my Taekook fans and my Yoongi Stan’s, so please look forward to that. If there are any things you’d like to see come from this story or wonder where the characters are in the future, feel free to ask questions or reach out! Thank you to those who show this story and myself, lots of love and support despite my hiatus. I hope you get out of this what you’ve been longing for! Thank you!

Tag List: @jamkookies @jk97luv @1-in-abillion @cityofdreams-writing

Today is unseasonably warm for early December. The sweater you'd chosen for today in hopes that the winter breeze would be enough to make you shiver sticks uncomfortably to your arms. It doesn't help that it's been raining since you woke up this morning. It's disgustingly humid. At fourteen weeks pregnant, after standing in front of the counter at Smoothie Central for the last 15 minutes staring up at the blackboard hanging on the wall and studying the endless list of flavors written in at least 8 different colors, you didn't think it would already be this difficult to make a decision about food. Yet, here you are, on the verge of tears because there's a note in the corner of the board that says you can combine any flavors you want and you aren't sure if you'd rather have mint chocolate chip or razzle dazzle raspberry.

Snapped out of your internal debate, you are grateful to be met with a pair of pretty honey brown eyes and chocolate cropped hair, accompanied by a smile that reminds you of Tae. “I hear the mango raspberry swirl is really wonderful.” The girl suggests, offering the tissue hanging in her hand. Sighing thankfully with a slight bow of your head, you take it.

“Do you think if I stand here long enough, someone will decide for me?” You whine, wiping away a fallen tear, the air feeling cooler and anxiety lifting as the two of you laugh together. “Thank you so much. I'm sorry for being a mess. If you're in line, please go ahead of me. I'm obviously too emotional to order a smoothie.” The same Tae-inspired smile that graces her lips says that she doesn't mind.

“You're okay! I just walked in. It's honestly enough to just be out of the heat.” Deciding for you, she steps up to the counter and orders one Mango Raspberry Swirl smoothie and you wonder what part of your messy teary-eyed existence she felt compelled to talk to. Dabbing away more tears, you begin to feel lighter.

“Thank you so much for doing this, you really didn’t have to.” You suppose the kindness of a stranger has its way of doing that but when she returns with your drink in one hand, her other dripping condensation from her Mocha Green Tea drink, you’re further surprised when she motions to a table in the corner against the window.

“I know. But! If there’s anything I've learned from teaching a classroom full of wild children is that I CANNOT imagine what it would be like to have one inside of me.” The laughter that bubbles out of you both for the next hour feels unfamiliar. Even before your life had been graced by seven amazing men, friendships of adolescent life had been nonexistent to you. Between working twelve hour shifts at the diner and a few failed attempts at emotional connections with potential partners, life had been slow. The other women at work were older than you, only working at the diner to make enough money to afford a bus ticket back to their hungry families at home. They were sweet to you but friendship? That wasn't something you'd had since Namjoon still lived there.

Three and a half months was hardly enough time to start showing but you supposed your emotional state filled that gap. But still, you were curious to see what the woman across from you had to say. “How did you know? That I'm pregnant.” A single sip of your swirled smoothie has you both melting in your chair and buzzing to life at the same time.

“There are several expecting mothers at the Kindergarten I teach at. And a few others in various trimesters in some of my lectures at the University, it's hard not to notice. I’d know a teary eyed mother anywhere.” It's beyond endearing, the way she tilts her head when she's talking. The accent lingering on her tongue comes through a little rougher than she probably realizes but you can tell she's working hard to perfect her Korean. Through your admiration, you shoot a hand in her direction. “I'm Y/n by the way. It’s lovely to meet you.” Her response is just as adoring as she grips your hand firmly into her own. It's soft and you find yourself oddly connected to her. “I'm Jojo. You too.”

The entire afternoon is filled with effortless chatter. Jojo tells you she's from Albania and is here to study at Seoul National University, majoring in philosophy with a minor in English where she uses the skill to teach Kindergarteners to speak fluently. She tells you she lives just a couple blocks from here and has a side job at a coffee shop that you're sure you recognize as Namjoon's favorite. You wonder if they've ever spoken to each other before and realize just how small the world is.

The longer you sit together in front of the rain-streaked window and chat like two elderly women in a hair salon, the easier it gets to dive deeper into each other’s worlds. You’re fascinated by her ability to soak up knowledge and you quickly become comfortable with this quirky, straightforward, and boyish side to her. Jokes come flying from her lips and you can't remember when the last time was that you had laughed quite this hard. It was enthralling to say the least. She reminded you of Namjoon for that very reason. You wanted to take Jojo home with you to meet the guys right away, and you felt silly for thinking like one of her students on show-and-tell day, but you didn't care. This was the first thing you'd truly done on your own since you arrived in Seoul. However, you weren't sure if it was even allowed, or if Jojo would be interested in something like that. So, you settle for taking her number and promise her, under the cover of matching black umbrellas and unforgiving gray skies, that you'll give her a call tomorrow, parting ways with the new friend you’d just made. The tears you’d cried earlier were long since forgotten and the day was brighter despite its angry state, now filled with fresh blended berries and laughter. You couldn't wait to see the boys; entering the house with such force that Jin, from his lazy position on the couch, jumps at least a foot and a half and yells a short string of obscenities before realizing it’s you.

“Jesus Christ Y/n! You scared the hell out of me! What are you doing barging in here like that you little demon.” It's hard to be sorry when you're doubled over with laughter, all but cackling, your knees threatening to give out underneath you. Jin can’t hold back his laughter either, chuckling heavily as he watches a side of you unfold that he's never had the pleasure of witnessing before. Watching your small hand caress the beginning of your tiny baby bump, he remembers the sweet girl Namjoon grew up with. This same sweet girl he’d heard in many calls, seen in many facetimes, and had been told countless stories about. Jin hadn’t had much time with you since your arrival in their home, but your calm demeanor blended well with the rest of his members and he was happy to have you there regardless of everyone else’s opinion. You’d quickly become somewhat of a little sister to him through the eyes of his best friend over the years and he was going to make certain that you had men in your life that would protect you and care for you. And he was going to start right now with a little bit of food bribery. Standing from the couch, his mind shot straight to food, thinking it a surefire way to spend the start of the evening with you.

“Come on. I was about to make some ramen. Are you hungry?” Looking after him fondly, you smiled at the brother you wished you'd had. Tall and kind, he was the brother you’d imagined would spontaneously make you ramen just in time to spoil whatever dinner may have come shortly after. Eagerly, you hopped onto the stool at the island and laced your hands together in front of you with mock patience. “Yes, please.”

By the time evening rolled around, the sun had sunk far beneath the horizon and was replaced by the face of the moon. The temperature had dropped significantly and the rain had subsided. Once again the group had piled into the living room in front of the roaring fireplace when the shrill ring of Namjoons phone broke through the light chatter they shared. “Hello?” Joon greets sleepily.

Behind you, laying on the floor, Jungkook reaches a hand up to rub softly at your back when your cross-legged position between him and Tae proves itself to be rather uncomfortable. You bend this way and that, and give up when the pain in your back seems to worsen. Switching to a more comfortable position on your side in front of him, you play idly with the tassels hanging from Tae’s sweater. If it hadn’t been for the unhappy and knowing glances Joon kept shooting you, you would have cuddled back against the sleepy bunny behind you already, your own eyes getting more and more droopy with every passing minute. The guilt bubbling in your stomach keeps you where you are but it doesn’t stop Jungkook from running the backs of his fingers up and down your spine.

“Three days!? How did-” Namjoon all but shouts, accidentally knocking Hobi and Jin off of his shoulders when he sits up bone straight in response to whatever news he receives. “No. Of course not! But-” Whatever the news is, Joons mix of emotions makes everyone a little more on edge. Especially Jimin, who had been curled up on Yoongi’s lap resting his eyes, was now sitting up and concerned for the seriousness of the conversation taking place.

“Yes, Sir.” Namjoon stated, a small smile forming on his lips, the initial shock dissipating. In place of the shock, Joon rockets out of his spot and leaps into the air like a popped kernel and screams, “WE’RE GOING ON A WORLD TOUR!” Simultaneously each of the members shoot up the same as Joon had, all of them creating a single bag of combusting corn, popping up to hug each other tight. Everyone except...you. Watching them huddle together and cheer happily of course makes your heart thrum excitedly, but a tour means...they’ll be gone. For how long?

Sneaking away to the kitchen, you do everything you can not to let your pregnant hormonal emotions ruin this moment for them. You can hear them going crazy in the living room, even Yoongi who happily sings out a similar goal chant to the one you’ve heard them shout out before while watching pro-soccer games on TV. Amongst it all, Jimin suggests that they go out on the town tonight before they have to leave in 3 days and your heart beats a little harder in your ears, stinging hot tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Hurriedly, you grab a glass from the cabinet with shaky hands and fill it with cold water from the faucet to the brim before chugging it down. It doesn't help, no matter how bad you want it to. The house is going to be empty. There will be no one. Just me behind these locked doors? What if someone gets in? The boys’ voices rawr through the house, their happiness filling it so completely as they shoot off in different directions violently to get themselves ready, that your emotions are being roughly tugged through the layers of trauma you'd worked so hard to forget.

“Y/n?” You almost don't hear Kook when he calls out to you. It feels like your entire being is just flooding with water over your head and you're starting to drown. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Chest heaving and throat closing, you turn with your hands crossed over your chest to the man of your dreams, embarrassment swirling into the concoction of emotions you’ve already created in your mind. It overwhelms you, swallows you further under the water and finally a thick sob spills out of you allowing you to breathe again. Jungkook closes the distance between the two of you faster than he can say your name again, securing an arm around your waist and the other rubbing between your shoulder blades. “Y/n…”

“I don't want to be alone, Jungkook. I can’t be without you. Can’t be without them.” You sob into his black shirt balled up in your white-knuckled fists. It reminds you of the morning they’d picked you up from your car. Jungkook had held you as tight as he could all the way to the hospital, swearing to you and whoever else was listening that he’d never let you go. You’d found a love from him you never thought you would. This time though, there was nothing Jungkook could say to make you feel better. Instead he let you cry in his arms, feeling helpless and prayed that an answer would come to mind.

Faced with the inevitable truth of having to leave you here by yourself, miss you, and miss out on watching the child in your stomach grow each day, produces his own salted tears. Despite having only heard the news not even a whole five minutes ago, he already misses you more than he can figure out how to say right now. Carefully, he scoops an arm under the bend of your knees and lifts, carrying you to your bedroom like a bride. Jungkook’s heart breaks when he curls up behind you in an attempt to comfort, but your face is covered with your pretty hands and your body shutters with another wave of sobs.

“Shhh...y/n, it's alright…” He coo’s into your hair, his lips leaving soft loving kisses into your temple that magically softens the beat of your heart. You press your back against his chest as firmly as you can, willing your heart to match his in speed and rhythm, doing your best to get your breathing under control once your mind stops trying to drown you. Jungkook takes one of your hands in his and presses it against your chest with his over top, breathing deeply in through his nose and releases out through his mouth for you to follow. “Breathe with me baby, come on.” He instructs softly and you do, your throat finally releasing the air stuck in the pit of your stomach with a gasp, fighting the hiccuped sobs that try to steal your progress. “Good love. It’s alright. I'm here.” The panic crushing your insides washes away. Clenched, aching muscles relax and you go limp against the man holding you close. He’s warm and smells like the peaches the two of you shared for dessert tonight and you can't imagine even for one second being without him.

Jungkook doesn't move a muscle. His achy arm trapped under you begs to be set free and the hand pressed to yours’ tingles from being in the same position for far too long, but he doesn't move. “I promise I won't leave your side tomorrow. We’re going to spend all day together and we can do anything you want, okay?” Its pitch black in your room, only the faintest glow of a street lamp on the corner can be seen through your closed blinds but you nod anyway because you know if you try to speak you might spiral again. And he understands, and doesn't move a muscle until he knows you're asleep.

~Jungkook POV~

Before he decides he can face the guys again without shedding another tear, Jungkook leans frozen against your doorframe. It's cold and his skin is pulled so tight with goosebumps it's almost painful, but he endures it. For you. He watches you, eyes adjusted to the darkness surrounding him, making sure you're breathing okay before he reminds himself he's supposed to be celebrating tonight. It doesn't take him long. He doesn't try as hard as the others to fancy himself up this time. A simple pair of black jeans topped by an equally as black turtleneck sweater under his favorite leather jacket and a light scrunching of his long hair and he's ready to go. But he doesn't want to. He knows you're fast asleep in your bed just across the hall and he wants so badly to strip himself of these clothes and sleep next to you forever.

Kook stays quiet in the car the entire duration of the ride and orders water once they are seated at the bar, taking the stool on the very end to keep himself from having to force conversation with the others. Although, his behavior doesn't go unnoticed by Jimin who’d heard Y/n’s cries from her room and Jungkook's comforting voice following after.

“How’s Y/n?” Jimin asked and pressed his beer bottle to his lips, trying to suck down the negative energy with the alcohol inside. Water in hand, Jungkook never once takes a sip, forgetting the frigid glass is even there as he watches the condensation crawl agonizingly slow to the bottom of the class and answers. “Devastated.” Jimin see’s the flash of hurt behind Jungkook's eyes and realizes just how in love with you he is. Just how in love with his job he is. Fortunately, none of the rest of them had been faced with the idea of having to choose one or the other but Jimin does his best to empathize with his younger brother.

“You know, if it weren't for the pregnancy, she could come with us. So, what's not to say she and the baby won't come with us next time? Who knows if we’ll even get another opportunity like this.” Jimins right, and just imagining bringing you and hopefully your already born child on the next trip to see how much Kook loves his occupation makes him feel ten times better. Reaching up to rest a hand on Jimin's shoulder, Jungkook gives him a look of gratitude and squeezes before turning to the bartender.

“Give me a beer! And a shot of whiskey for my 6 brothers.”

Part Seven

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BTS FIC RECS PART 4.1

Part 4.1 of some of my favourite BTS fanfics. Please do consider liking, reblogging and/or commenting on the fics you like. There are so many wonderful and amazing authors out there who do not get the recognition they deserve. So please send them lots of love to keep them going. If you're on here, then know I enjoyed every second of reading your story ♡

There will be two parts 4 as it's (sadly?) too long to be saved under one post. Stay tuned for part 5, joon recs will be added!

Please let me know if some of the links aren’t working. Happy reading!

⊹ Merry Kinkmas - part 02 Enemies to lovers au au | s | @bebejungkook ‣ You find out who your secret Santa was but his gift was a little too personal.

⊹ In Your Arms Tonight College au | s, f | @angelguk ‣ “I’m Team I Would Like To Be Fucked Tonight.” You stated, blatantly ignoring the stink eye he shot your way. “But clearly that’s not on our agenda. Have you ever seen Vampires Suck?”

⊹ Baecation Richboy!jk au | s, f | @1kook ‣ “Lose the top, or lose the right to present yourself in any low back gown for the next three months.” He truly knew the way to your heart.

⊹ Act Of Falling Fuckboy!jk au | s, f , a | @kooktrash ‣ What was supposed to be a meaningless fling has turned into much more before you both realized you were falling. Now all you can do is hope that all the challenges you’ve faced are worth something.

⊹ Candles & Flames Royal AU | s, f, a | @taegularities ‣ He wasn’t supposed to be yours. His foolery wasn’t supposed to target you. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

⊹ Distractions Practice couple au | s, f | @chryblossomjjk ‣ Jungkook agreed to let you do his makeup, but he can't stop getting distracted.

⊹ Naughty Boy Step siblings au | s | @scribblemetae ‣ Reader is older step sister that knows he has a crush on her/yandere tendencies & she teases him until one day he gives in.

⊹ When It Feels Right (read part 1 first) Divorce au | a, f | @7deadlysinsfics ‣ Although Jungkook is struggling with the decision he made months ago, he still thinks it was the best thing he could’ve done for your safety. But he isn’t doing well, and his friends are worried about him and how he’s choosing to deal with his feelings. Meanwhile, you’re now living with your brother, his wife, and their ten-month-old daughter, who has helped bring some light into your life. Just as you decide to tell Jungkook the truth about your pregnancy, he appears at your brother’s house with a truth of his own.

⊹ When She Loved Me Terminally Ill au | s, f, a | @jungkookstatts ‣ How does one live when life is bound to end?

⊹ your step brother fucking you in front of your parents Step siblings au | s | @aris-ink

⊹ Don't Blame Me (on-going) Single Dad au | s, f, a | @thvhoe ‣ Jungkook is known for his good looks and is often described by your friends as "daddy material." Funny enough, he actually was a daddy. The daddy of the baby girl you babysit every Saturday. Working as a nanny for the world's grumpiest single dad should have been easy, but you can't keep your eyes off him. He's handsome, a little arrogant, with broad shoulders and strong tattooed arms. And when he decides he can't keep his hands off of you. Who are you to resist?

⊹ Rolling Stone Idol au | s, f , a | @kooktrash ‣ He was a rolling stone with no ties to anyone or any place and that’s how he and his fans liked it. Now he’s found you and it’s never been this hard to convince someone that he’ll stay. The problem is neither of you know what it means to express yourselves without reverting to sex as a form to end discussion. It causes all hell to break loose when Jungkook realized if he wants you to stay for him [with him] then he needs to show it to you too. Can Jungkook and Y/n get past their own growing doubts on if what they feel is real and work out a way to be together—especially considering Y/n wants nothing to do with the limelight?

⊹ The Ability To Fantom - part 02 (on-going) Brother’s best friend au | a, f | @hanniwrites ‣ You are shocked when your friends reveal their theory: Jungkook, your brother’s annoying best friend, has a crush on you. A bad one.

⊹ Torn Apart Infidelity au | s, a | @bethschamberoftales ‣ That one time when you caught your boyfriend cheating on you.

⊹ My Love Is Here (series) Unrequited love to requited | s, f, a | @solemnreads ‣ You didn’t mean for it to happen. It’s not like you purposely woke up one day and thought “Hey I’m going to fall in love with my best friend!” No, that is not at all what happened.

⊹ I'll Stop Tomorrow Friends with benefits AU | s, a | @dreamyjoons ‣ You know it has to end.

⊹ Just A Taste Spring break AU | s, f | @cutechim ‣ “Your lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like.”

⊹ Flat Tire Established relationship AU | s, f | @ppersonna ‣ How do you pass the time when you’re stuck on the side of the road with your boyfriend, with a flat tire?

⊹ One Mistake (on-going) Idol!Tae & Cheating AU | a | @vamours ‣ it’s been three years since you and Taehyung had started dating. recently, you’ve started to notice changes in taehyung’s behavior towards you. with your four years anniversary only a few weeks away, you’ve come to discover the truth.

⊹ Akrasia Strangers to? | s | @nitaescence ‣ Basically two strangers fucking in a crowded bus.

⊹ Stepdad Taehyung Step!father au | s | @aris-ink ‣ "He was not touching himself right beside you. No, that was not possible"

⊹ Rock Bottom Idol Jimin AU | s, f, a | @jkbabiey ‣ When, in a four-year marriage, you get to the point where you question its worth, you know that’s your rock bottom. How many I’m sorry’s will you handle? How many times are too many times?

⊹ What's Poppin Established relationship AU, | f, s | @joonberriess ‣ Yoongi being the type to buy you a chain cause if he’s pimped out, his girl gotta be too.

⊹ Foundation - Part 01, 02, 03 feat Yoongi Non-idol doctors AU | f , s, a | @hamsterclaw ‣ You know Jungkook is a fuckboy. So why are you letting him fuck with you? Featuring Yoongi.

⊹ Looks so refreshed Idol AU | s | @kimnjss ‣ Friends with benefits is hard, but when he’s an international superstar… It’s much harder. So while you love his friends to death, spending the night holed up in his hotel room just sounds a lot more fun than a dinner party.

⊹ Friends (3TAN) Brother's best friend AU | f, s, a | @kithtaehyung ‣ The week you get with Yoongi has a few surprises. and one of them presents itself in the form of a phone call.

⊹ So it goes Friends with benefits (ish) AU | f , s | @prodagustd ‣ You and Yoongi have been hooking up, having dates and spending most of the week together for almost seven months. He was comfortable without a title, until the last two weeks, when you couldn't see him because of your busy schedule, Yoongi can't understand why he misses you so bad if your relationship is just sex to him. Or maybe he does, but he's too much of a coward to admit it..

⊹ Marry me, Yoongi Established relationship AU | f, s | @spideyjimin ‣ When Yoongi decides to get married in vegas after all the fan’s comments on the vlives.

⊹ Amour Propre Established relationship AU | a | @randombtsprincessa ‣ Crumbling Relationship with one Min Yoongi

⊹ Blind Spot Established relationship AU | f, a | @randombtsprincessa ‣ Yoongi tries to win you back.

⊹Your Universe Rejection AU | f, a, s | @muniimyg ‣ Regretting rejecting oc, Min Yoongi goes through a circus load of gestures and tasks in attempt to be loved again

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Hi, was wondering if you could write a dadrry social media au? Could be about anything, just love to see that content ❤️ amazing work btw!

pairing: Harry Styles x famous!reader

summary: just dadrry and his sweet family of five

a/n: a little fic based in the famous!reader universe!

masterlist taglist famous!reader

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harryupdates HARRY and his youngest baby were seen hiking in Italy!!

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ynupdates that's certainly a way to hold a baby!

harrysmoustache FATHER IS HERE

stylesbabie you're the real one for putting this emoji on baby's face! i saw others not being so considerate

⤷ harryupdates of course! it's a child and besides the as it was bts neither yn or harry posted their face

harrysmylife here i thought he would stop walking so much after having children. nope! now, he's bringing them with himself!

ynsmymama i saw photos with their oldest baby there as well, yn's having some me time

hArrysbtch y'all here praising him for being a father and here i am staring at his arms. my man got some guns on himself

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yourinstagram being heavily pregnant during winter >>>>> during the summer

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harrystyles You look flawlessly.

⤷ yourinstagram nothing you say will give back my biscuit

⤷ harrystyles We have two packs in the pantry.

⤷ yourinstagram yeah? but that one had the most raisins i've ever seen on a biscuit. and you ate it.

annetwist As soon as you'll be back in London I am taking kids for a week. I miss them!

⤷ yourinstagram you're the best, mum. can you take your child as well?

⤷ harrystyles Rude.

⤷ annetwist Of course! You need some alone time!

gemmastyles hello, sexy mama. are you single?

⤷ yourinstagram i am for the next twenty minutes. let's make the most of it. gelato?

ynupdates you're glowing

harryupdates what a beautiful family

ynsmymama how do you like the ball exercises? because i hated them during my pregnancy

⤷ yourinstagram hi child! and tbh i don't exercise on that ball. i just roll on it

⤷ ynsmybestie ICON

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harryupdates HARRY was seen walking to the hospital in London! It's the hospital where YN and him went to a few days ago.

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ynupdates ohhhh, this is a fresh dad Harry

hArrysbtch that's the man that for the third time, THIRD TIME became a father

harrysmoustache DILF

ynsmybestie i love how cozy he looks

stylesbabie finally that big ass bag is full of necessary shit

harrysmylife when is he going to start wearing dad clothes? i can't wait to swoon over a man dressing like any father on the planet, because I will

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harryupdates HARRY was at the playdate with both of his and YN's older kids!

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hArrysbtch hot dad at the playdate???

stylesbabie i hope those mums and dads are respectful

harrysmylife i asked for a dad outfit and he delivered

⤷ harrysmoustache definitely! my dad dresses the same

ynupdates he looks good, fatherhood is treating him good

⤷ hArrysbtch i wouldn't expect anything else

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dailymail Harry Styles and wife, YN YSN, were asked to leave the restaurant after customers and staff were disturbed by YN breastfeeding their newborn. Our source says that after having a conversation, led by YN, the manager of the restaurant didn't change his decision. Harry escorted YN and their child to the car and then came back to have a talk with the management of the restaurant. Apparently, he was visibly furious and on the edge of losing his temper. After a discussion and manager's attempts to apologise, Harry stormed off.

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harryupdates I'm not surprised he was furious! was yn supposed to starve their child?

ynupdates it's 21st century and people are still scared of women breastfeeding

ynsmybestie who was disturbed, men or women?

⤷ stylesbabie the article said it was three men complain

⤷ ynsmybestie I'm sadly not surprised

ynsmymama if they were so bothered by her breastfeeding near others, they could propose her some private room and not throw them out of the restaurant!

⤷ ynsmybestie but they shouldn't have a problem with it. she shouldn't leave restaurant for feeding her child

⤷ ynsmymama of course! but wanting to please all the customers you adjust to the situation. they didn't do thag

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yourinstagram Hello, you little people in my phone! As most of you know (because of Daily Mail) two days ago, my husband, our child, and I were asked to leave the restaurant we ate at, because of causing disturbance to other customers. The said disturbance was me breastfeeding our child. Before our waiter and then the manager talked with us, my husband took a picture (above) (he really takes pictures of everything) showing what was visible while breastfeeding (A BREAST !!). There really was no conversation between two parties. When asked if covering myself with a cloth would be more comfortable, I was just once again asked to leave the restaurant. No person should be forbidden to feed their children in public. I shouldn't have asked if covering myself would be more comfortable with others. No. We shouldn't accept this kind of non written 'rules'. With everything said, I wasn't going to let our child starve and went to feed her in a car, so no stranger eyes could see a breast. In the link in bio you can find a great article about breastfeeding in public and what parents go through to please the strangers being bothered by a flesh of naked skin. Be kind to each other. YN.

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harrystyles You are the best mother our children could have. And the best partner I could find and share the life with.

⤷ yourinstagram I love you.

annetwist ♥️♥️

gemmastyles You tell'em sister

ynupdates I am so mad that you needed to made a statement about it. sick.

harryupdates people are very delicate when it comes to breastfeeding but have no problem with parading without a shirt on

hArrysbtch im just gonna focus on how precious that picture is, and the fact that harry is that type of a father to snap pictures of everything

⤷ yourinstagram he really is, those 256gb are straining and in need of expanding

⤷ harrystyles Not my fault they don't allow SD cards anymore.

⤷ hArrysbtch we love a millennial

harrysmoustache that restaurant is going to flood with negative reviews right now

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harrystyles To the best woman I know, thank you for choosing me to be your partner and father of our beautiful children. There is no moment in the day or night when I don't think about how lucky and fulfilled I feel spending my life with you. Happy birthday, my love. Your, H.

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yourinstagram Come downstairs. There are now words to describe my love.

annetwist Happy birthday, YN. I believe there could be no other person more perfect to be in our lives.

gemmastyles Happy birthday, wifey!!!

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a/n: should i write some blurbs about dadrry?

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles instagram #harry styles fake ig #harry styles one shot #famous!reader #dad!harry

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honey-boyyoongi · 9 months

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Oh, baby!

Reader x Yoongi | Part 58//?

Summary ➪ Min Yoongi, is a simple man. He likes his coffee black and iced, he enjoys his job, and he loves his baby girl. But what happens when the new neighbor, quite literally, drops into his life?

Warnings ➪ any typos are mine; angst lol; some cursing; talk of postpartum depression; gaslighting??; toxic relationship??; if post you’re name is crossed out it’s because I couldn’t tag you;

A/n: heyyyy~~~~~ sorry for disappearing. Some things are going on right now, and y’all I’m stressed. Anywho~~ as always feedback is appreciated and if you would like to be added

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jeonjcngkook · 1 year

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industry baby: bts jeon jungkook collab

lights, cameras, action!

turn the lights down low and the music up for the newst collab to hit mainstream screens around you. whether you’re reading about this through the hottest magazine in town, hearing about it through the newest tracks to hit streaming platforms or watching it all go down on demand; immerse yourself with the incredible seventeen new fics from our talented writers that are bound to be the newest talk of the town. afterall, we’re all part of the industry, baby.

title: part time lover | by @sketchguk

pairing: investigative journalist!jungkook x daycare-teacher!reader

genre(s)&au(s): smut, fluff, angst, fake marriage au, dad au, spy x family au

summary: there is no crime more perfect than marrying jeon jungkook. your relationship is nothing more than a ruse - while your friends pester you for being perpetually single, jungkook desperately needs a wife to complete the pristine image of a family, fooling his way through the parent interview at the nation’s most prestigious private school. only time will tell how deep your lies will run as you find home in one another’s minds. because untangled in the moonlight, he is but a spy, exposing a secret world of corruption, and you, an assassin, ridding the streets of danger one hit at a time.

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title: the never ending man | by @joheunsaram

pairing: animator!jungkook x journalist!reader

genre(s)&au(s): ghibli studios au, documentary au, friends to lovers, angst, fluff, maybe smut

summary: reclusive award-winning animator jeon jungkook is known for works of whimsy, creating heart warming epithets that provoke reflection of the world. when the news of his early retirement shocks the world, you decide to bring the man behind the pen to the forefront, documenting his last work. his fans deserve to know him, much like you do. after all, in his ten years in the industry, you're the only journalist he has ever deemed worthy of interviews.

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title: malevolence | by @jeonjcngkook

pairing: vampire-pornstar!jungkook x human!freader

genre(s)&au(s): modern vampire au, porn star au, smut, pwp, predator pray

summary: in a world where vampires live amongst the human world, it is strictly forbidden that hybrid relationships exist between the two. but for jungkook, bending the rules is just as much fun as bending his women; so when the opportunity for him to break more laws occurs, it only makes sense that he hunts you down to join him on set.

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title: hi, baby | by @sailoryooons

pairing: pornstar!jungkook x pornstar!freader

genre(s)&au(s): strangers to lovers, pornstar au, pwp, slow burn if you squint

summary: from the moment jungkook met you on set, he was head over heels. the only problem? you weren’t scripted as his partner for any of his sex scenes. but there would always be another chance to sleep with you - right? after months of bad luck,things going awry, and mismatched schedules, jungkook finally gets the invitation to participate in an episode of the aphrodite house where he’s asked to pick his favorite pornstar to film with. it’s his dream come true and he can’t wait to have you.

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title: chatroom | by @chryblossomjjk

pairing: nerdy-virgin!jungkook x camgirl!reader

genre(s)&au(s): smut, a lil fluff and humor, strangers-to-lovers

summary: absolutely ravenous and sexually frustrated, jungkook decides to join a chatroom.

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title: best lover | by @joonberriess

pairing: stalker!jungkook x stalker-cam!girl

genre(s)&au(s): yandere, smut, angst

summary: a devoted fan leaves you in confusion and terror when he starts appearing outside of your streams. but whoever said you were innocent too?

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title: ambivalence | by @mercurygguk

pairing: pornstar!jungkook x pornstar!fem reader

genre(s)&au(s): enemies to lovers au, pornstar au, angst/smut, tiny bits of fluff

summary: you and jungkook used to be a thing before your careers took off but it ended badly, the result being hatred for one another. now, the universe is sick and twisted in all sorts of fucked up ways and brings the two of you back into each other’s lives; on the set for a porn video.

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title: tired of pretending | by @gimmethatagustd

pairing: musician!jungkook x ghostwriter(f)!reader

genre(s)&au(s): non-idol musician, coworkers to lovers, slowburn, smut, fluff, angst

summary: jungkook is known for his sensual pop songs that profess a love so deep fans regularly speculate who might be the recipient of his affection. outsiders don’t know that you’re the one writing his songs as his ghostwriter. while jungkook gains fame and fortune by unknowingly singing love songs written about your love for him, you feel yourself growing even more invisible.

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title: industry baby | by @joonberriess

pairing: solo-artist!jungkook x prissy-brat!reader

genre(s)&au(s): enemies w/benefits au, smut, small amounts of angst

summary: solo artist jeon jungkook has always been one for controversy despite being one of the best out there. his notoriety for drinking, partying, and breaking hearts reaches a all time high when he drops a diss track, however not just aiming for the industry, but for you too. you don't know what's worse, him revealing that you fuck on the low or him calling you the "industry's baby".

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title: rolling stone | by @kooktrash

pairing: idol!jungkook x non idol!reader

genre(s)&au(s): idol au, friends-w-benefits, smut, angst

summary: he was a rolling stone with no ties to anyone or any place and that’s how he and his fans liked it. now he’s found you and it’s never been this hard to convince someone that he’ll stay.

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title: happily ever after | by @kookingtae

pairing: shy!jungkook x freader

genre(s)&au(s): reality dating show au, angst, smut, fluff

summary: previously on a reality dating show, you had brushed off fellow contestant jungkook’s crush on you in favor of the exciting, toxic fling you had with taehyung. but now that the cameras have stopped rolling and you’re back to spending everyday life with the boy you friendzoned on national television, you’re faced with the realization that maybe you made a mistake. maybe reality tv isn’t reality at all.

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title: a case of you | by @jeonqkooks

pairing: actor!jungkook x actress!reader

genre(s)&au(s): enemies-to-lovers, slight fluff, angst, slight smut

summary: jeon jungkook is the show business’ golden boy ever since he rose to fame seven years ago. with a face sculpted by the gods, as well as oozing charisma and talent, it’s no surprise that he turns heads and steals hearts wherever he goes. but underneath that facade of the perfect man whom everyone adores and the highly acclaimed actor that every casting director wants to book, there are hushed whispers left and right that jungkook is a nightmare to work with. as the actress starring alongside jungkook in his upcoming drama, you have a front row seat to see if he’ll prove the rumors false, or if he’ll make the biggest project of your career go up in flames.

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title: love spilled canvas | by @caelesjjk

pairing: painter!jungkook x actress!freader

genre(s)&au(s): friends to lovers, angst, romance, smut

summary: fame isn’t everything it’s made out to be. the pressure to be perfect. the highest of expectations weighing on your shoulders, it all becomes too much to bear. when it all comes crashing down, you seek out the person who has always felt like home and take up refuge in his gorgeous apartment that’s more than far enough away from your movie star life. jungkook is a painter. the most talented one that you know. but what you don’t know, is that he’s been in love with you for years. so of course he lets you stay with him for as long as you need. but when he finally lands an exhibit at a very high end gallery after you’ve gone back home, the last person he expects to see walk in is you.

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title: sticky situationship | by @rkivian

pairing: tv host!jungkook x reader

genre(s)&au(s): fluff, crime au, crack, smut, great pretender au, the ugly truth au

summary: it isn’t lost on you, your local, hot shot tv host trying to distract you from the fact that he isn’t who everyone thinks he is, because he’s doing quite a terrible job. but… you might as well take advantage of it.

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title: not like the movies | by @here4btsfics

pairing: screenwriter!jungkook x reader

genre(s)&au(s): enemies-to-lovers, angst, smut, fluff

summary: the biggest mistake you ever made was in college when you hooked up with the one and only jeon jungkook at a graduation party. you two had hated one another since high school when he betrayed you, and sleeping with him was a moment of weakness. fast forward five years later, you’re a successful screenwriter, mainly for romcoms, and you just got an amazing opportunity to help write for a movie for a major production company. the only problem? jungkook was signed onto the project as well and you two have to work together without killing one another in the process.

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title: PR disaster | by @ughcore

pairing: actor!jungkook x publicist!reader

genre(s)&au(s): enemies to lovers, smut, comedy

summary: after a slow year in the business, you unexpectedly find yourself employed by Hit Ent, tasked with the unfortunate role of taming infamous rake jeon jungkook in preparation for a movie role that could make his career. with the intention of cleaning up his image, you aim to find him a respectable fake girlfriend, hardly expecting to find the task a whole lot more challenging than it seems - especially when you get to know the guy behind the headlines…

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hosted by: @jeonjcngkook & @mercurygguk | collab theme by: @mercurygguk

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bts-0t-7 · 5 months

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Sharing The Moment | MYG

Pair: Yoongi x reader

Summary: You and your son went to D-Day 3 to support Yoongi. Your son stole the show after appearing on stage and ARMY was absolutely… swooned.

Genre: fluff, established relationship, parents au, married au

WC: 1169

Before the both of you stepped into the stadium, you could feel the ground vibrating from all the fan’s anticipation. The arena felt alive before the real show even started. It was the last day of Yoongi’s D-Day tour in Seoul and all the fans were there early. Whether is it giving out fanmade gifts, food, or drinks, they - Is that a tangerine in her hand? And is that a whole bag of it?!

The atmosphere was electric but for you, today was something even more special. You were not only here as a fan but also as Yoongi’s family. While ARMY’s certainly had eagle eyes, they have yet to catch on that you weren’t the only surprise that day. Your son, Min Ji-Hye, a carbon copy of his dad, was the source of the surprise. His little body was buzzing with energy.

Since young, Ji-Hye has looked up to his father’s music and absolutely idolizes him. Every time Yoongi works from home or comes home with new music, Ji-Hye would demand listening to it even if it is the rawest version. Of course, Yoongi tries to keep the cursing to a minimum whenever Ji-Hye is around.

The both of you found your seats in the middle catalogs which the staff has reserved especially for the both of you. Ensuring that Ji-Hye wouldn’t fall off his bumper seat, you started to set the area for the both of you so that you wouldn’t miss a single second to find some water. You were so engrossed in ensuring that your son had everything he needed that you didn’t realise Jin and Hobi were standing right next to you.

You jumped when you felt a light tap on your shoulder, immediately turning around with large eyes, hoping that you wouldn’t cause trouble for your husband if you got mobbed or something during his concert. But you found two laughing figures and calmed down once you heard Jin’s signature laugh.

“Yah, don’t scare me like that!” You chided.

“It was you who weren’t paying attention! We were here the whole time!”

You were about to shoot back another snarky remark when - “Seoul, ARE YOU READY?”

Cheers from all directions engulfed you as fireworks lit up the stage. Yoongi came blasting from the backstage and no matter how many times you have been to BTS concerts, you never get tired of seeing them perform. The raw passion in their movements and voices always ensures that the audience has one of the best concerts.

You turned over to see Ji-Hye at the edge of his seat, eyes glued to the stage. You had dressed him in Yoongi’s stage outfit, complete with a cap that looked a few sizes too big (it was taken from Yoongi’s closet). With his cat-like eyes and gummy smile, he was essentially Yoongi 2.0.

Watching your son sing and jump to the lyrics of his father, your lips curled upwards in a loving smile. While he didn’t quite understand the depth and innuendos of the songs, he was enjoying himself and you knew how much this concert meant to him. With the news of Yoongi’s enlistment, you knew that your time together would be cut short for two years.

You had told him that telling ARMY a day after the concert wasn’t going to be the best decision but management pulled through so it was scheduled as it is. So both of you continued to enjoy the concert with the new addition of Uncle Namjoon.

As the music filled the stadium, Yoongi delivered an electrifying performance, pouring his heart and soul into every lyric. His presence on stage was magnetic and the fans were completely enthralled. You thought that you could hold back the tears as he broke down in front of all his fans but the tears streamed down your cheeks, staining them in a salty caress.

Amidst the sea of fans, Ji-Hye suddenly squirmed and wriggled his way past the people in front of him. Running down the steps, you tried to catch him when Namjoon suddenly grabbed your wrist. “He’s safe, don’t worry. There are guards everywhere.”

But you couldn’t help but worry. What if he got lost? What if fans start to swarm around him and he can’t make it to Yoongi or any of the guards in time? Your heart skipped a beat as you saw his little figure making his way up the stage. There was a collective gasp from the fans nearby as they realised what was happening.

The surrounding security personnel recognised him and allowed him to approach the stage, guiding him carefully so that he didn’t fall down the large steps. Yoongi had just finished a ‘Life Goes On’ and was taking a moment to catch his breath when he saw little feet running up towards him. His eyes widened and broke out into a huge grin when he saw him, squatting down to his level and spreading his arms. The fans, realising that he was Yoongi’s son, started to cheer even louder.

The moment Ji-Hye crashed into Yoongi, every ounce of fear that Ji-Hye would be afraid of the cheers washed away in that instance. Yoongi scooped him up, hugging him tightly as your son laughed into the microphone, causing another wave of cheers to vibrate the stadium. It was a moment of pure, unscripted love between a father and his son. You stared at the two most important people in your life on stage, celebrating as if they were the only ones in the world.

The fans were absolutely swooning - taking in this whole scene with hearty eyes and red faces - their hearts melted by the sheer adorableness of the scene. They watched as Ji-Hye whispered something into Yoongi’s ear and Yoongi’s eyes sparkled with amusement and affection.

Yoongi turned to the fans, holding Ji-Hye high above his head like the scene from Lion King. “This is my son, Min Ji-Hye.” He announced proudly. “He’s a little ARMY like all of you.”

The fans erupted into cheers, shouting their love for both Yoongi and his son. Ji-Hye waved at the crowd, his gummy smile wide, grinning from ear to ear. Your heart felt so big that it was going to explode.

As the concert continued, Yoongi held Ji-Hye in his arms, dancing with him on stage during a couple of songs. It was a moment of pure joy and it was clear that this concert had become something extraordinary - not just for the fans but for Yoongi and your family.

After the concert, Yoongi was still beaming with light as he continued to hold Ji-Hye in his arms. “You know, you stole the show today.” He chuckled to his son.

Ji-Hye looked up at his father, eyes shining with admiration. “Daddy!” He swung his little legs. “I wanna be just like you when I grow up!”

Yoongi’s heart swelled with love. “You can be anything you want. Just remember to always be yourself.”

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hamsterclaw · 7 months

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Fic Library: Yoongi (Pt 1)

My ult bias, it makes sense that there were too many to fit into one list. All of these authors capture the essence of my favourite tsundere king, check these stories out and show them some love.

Pause by @whatifyoulivelikethat. Music producer MYG x reader, domestic abuse. The first time I ever slid into an author's DMs was after I read this, to let them know how much I loved this story. It's unexpected, and profoundly beautiful, and re-reading it now takes me back to where I was when I first read it.

Like Butter by @bonvoyagenoona. Photographers MYG x reader, director KNJ x reader. Set in the setting of a magazine production team, and featuring a very sexy scene with our fave maknae and a scheming Park Jimin.

Countermelody by @bonvoyagenoona. Producer MYG x shopgirl/musician reader. A gorgeously rendered enemies to lovers story that's as much about life, love, new starts, self belief as it is about Min Yoongi and his beanie. IYKYK.

Moonlit throne by @hobidreams.Joseon king Yoongi x reader, historical AU. The seminal Joseon dynasty story told in a non-linear timeline with a perfectly characterised Yoongi and incredible attention to detail.

Three Tangerines by @kithtaehyung. Fuckboy Yoongi x f! reader, brother's best friend AU. 3tan makes it onto almost every fic rec list I've seen, and deservedly so - the dialogue slaps, the writing's sharp and this Yoongi's irresistible.

Bet on it by @minisugakoobies. Quizzers Yoongi x reader, featuring a super competitive reader and Yoongi with a blonde undercut. Hot, fun and hilarious.

Perpetual Datejust by @jiminrings. Model Yoongi x manager reader. A very sweet, romantic read, with a devoted reader and a healthy dose of angst.

Sodium Vapor by @miscelunaaa. Yoongi x f! reader. An atmospheric, wistful read about a chance meeting that also has Em's signature raw honesty.

Man of the year by @raplinesmoon. Single dad Yoongi x gn reader. A sweet, heartwarming read, and Yoongi's relationship with his daughter is adorable.

Look down on me like that by @here2bbtstrash. Co-workers Yoongi x reader, enemies to lovers. There's nothing better than Yoongi being an asshole, and he's written so perfectly here, as are reader and cute and endearing babystarcandy JK.

Teardrop by @hesperantha. Yoongi x reader, road trip AU. I read sometimes just for the pleasure of how a writer puts words to paper, and this is one of those stories - there are so many truths woven into the words, subtle and beautiful.

Moving day (Explicit) by @here2bbtstrash. Yoongi x reader, domestic AU. Sweet, sexy smut involving Yoongi tying up his hair. I repeat, Yoongi tying up his hair. The visual still gives me chills.

Proof by @illneverrecover. Yoongi x reader, strangers to lovers. A confident reader approaches an equally confident, sexy Yoongi with the added bonus of Joon and Jin as supportive besties.

Quiet Kitten by @thatlongspringnight. Professor Yoongi x college student reader - a smutty read with a fiercely sexy, stern Professor Min.

Straight Shooter MYG x reader, cyberpunk AU by @snackhobi. A perfectly characterised Yoongi, a dystopian futuristic setting and a subtle and gorgeous love story that I've read and re-read more times than I can say. The story that pulled me into BTS fanfic that I still have so much love for now.

Punch Drunk MYG x reader, boxer AU by @joonbird. From memory there's an open ending but that hasn't stopped me from re-reading. A troubled Yoongi's depicted so beautifully here.

Greedy MYG x reader, mafia AU by @xjoonchildx. Ana knows how much I love this - this Yoongi breaks my heart every time and I love how the relationship develops between him and reader.

Close Call by @xjoonchildx - a follow up to Greedy that's just as stunning as the OG story. I can't tell you how much I love this. Yoongi's a provider, and he takes care of his own, and there's nothing sexier.

All the wrong places by @mrworldwideshoulders. Yoongi x reader, strangers to lovers, in progress. An intriguingly irritable Yoongi covers the tab for reader at a bar.

Interlude: Sundown by @eoieopda. Part of the Darksided series, featuring Yoongi x reader in an established relationship. Hot, smutty, intimate goodness.

Angel by @sailoryooons. Mafia Yoongi x sex worker reader. I started reading this and couldn't stop - the writing's sharp and riveting and the pacing is perfect. A sexy, smutty, captivating read with a sexy, dangerous Yoongi.

Part 2

#fic rec: yoongi #fic recs list #min yoongi fic

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maybe me (2)

pairing: jimin x reader

wordcount: 10k

glimpse: maybe it was too complacent of jimin to think everything’s okay between the two of you. maybe he was too hopeful by assuming karma wouldn’t catch up with him. but maybe, just maybe, jimin can try to fit himself and his daughter into your equation.

alternatively, jimin unintentionally reminds you of the worst pains of your life.

[ part one, intermission, part two, intermission 02, finale ]

[ more angst, dilf jimin’s a very good dad but he doesn’t believe it (give him a thumbs up when u see him on the street), wholesome scenes, jealousy n emotional constipation, emotional baggage but it’s with a cliffhanger, confrontations ]

notes: second to the last chapter can u believe :O friendly reminder that this is the start of the storm but not exactly the peak of it ya know… the full context (and the angst) would be at the finale so pls just read at ur own pace!!

as always, lmk what you think <3 send in feedback n love to my askbox anytime!! even replying to this post sends me over the moon :) | series masterlist

Jimin doesn’t know when it’s going to come.

He doesn’t know when the complete feeling of remorse is going to hit him because the last time he checked, he could still look you in the eye without his chest tightening. It’s weird that the guilt hasn’t sinked in; he hasn’t stolen before in his life until he did it unto you a few days ago and he expected the sinking feeling to bring him to his knees.

He doesn’t know why it just brought him closer to you.

What Jimin feels in his heart is equivalent to a series of hiccups. There’s random bursts of the reminder of what he’s done in an irregular pattern and each time it crosses him, he holds his breath. The past week to him simply felt distorted, easily forgetting it as if his spontaneous breakdown didn’t happen.

He barely even knows you outside of what the internet grants him and yet he feels like he knows you intimately. There must be something wrong with him because a desperate single dad like him (read: an anxious and insecure single dad who pickpocketed your wallet) wouldn’t attach himself to you even more — but here he is, absolving himself of the fleeting guilt he felt and laughing with you at breakfast.

“I have something to give you, by the way,” Jimin suddenly announces with a new bout of eagerness even if you weren’t talking in the first place, only interrupting your train of thought from looking at Yuri feeding herself baby puffs.

He digs through Yuri’s diaper bag unceremoniously, fishing out an envelope that miraculously wasn’t crumpled throughout his search. You don’t know what it was but even before he held it out to you, you could already smell that it was a scented envelope.

Not a store-bought, typically daisy-scented envelope that comes in 10s though. It’s the one stationery envelope that’s standard for hotel rooms and is doused with Jimin’s perfume. It’s doused so much (he tried that hard) that the white envelope isn’t even perfectly opaque anymore.

“You’re not my competition, are you?” you joke, looking warily at the envelope he holds out to you with a cheeky grin. “There’s no anthrax in there?”

“No, but I actually know where to get that!” Jimin laughs, thrusting the envelope towards your hands but you think for a second that perhaps he isn’t even joking around, breezing through the latter part of his sentence far too casually.

His socialization and joking skills haven’t been up to par lately, knowing it clearly when he sees question marks floating above your head.

“Oh, uhm, I’m a paralegal, remember?” he coughs to his hand in embarrassment, flushing when you laugh right back at him because he didn’t register that you were just returning the joke. He could be a little dense sometimes.

He’s overwhelming this way; he’s across from you on the table and yet he feels so close, his whole body propped forwards that with just one push, he’ll tumble to where you’re sat. He typically smells like baby powder and fresh linen with his daughter being attached to his hip but the envelope in your hands bears his real perfume, of black musk and the thoughts you have of what would’ve happened if you met him before he had Yuri.

He even sounds overwhelming, giggling lowly to himself as you courteously open the envelope in front of him. He’s excited as if he wasn’t the one who crafted it from start to finish. As if he didn’t buy art paper and filled ten pages of scratch just to practice his handwriting. As if he didn’t print out a picture of Yuri to stick and bought heart gem stickers to surround her.

You are cordially invited to Park Yuri’s first haircut!

Room 103, tonight at 6 P.M.

See you there! ♡

It’s adorable.

It’s too adorable that you look at her first before Jimin, seeing her head of hair and Jimin’s appeal to give Yuri her first haircut because she already has more than enough to put it into two loose pigtails.

Jimin waits for your reaction, worried to the point that he bounces his knee up and down and almost kicks you in the process. There’s a gentle smile on your face, fond enough for him to realize that although he tried hard, he got what he wanted.

“Who else is invited?” you question sincerely, an inkling feeling that Jimin didn’t invite that many people to begin with. It’s as if he read your mind because he chuckles again, shrugging with ease.

“Besides you, it’s just Namjoon.”

That is the truth, however, Jimin just asked him via text with a picture of Yuri attached and he got a yes not even two minutes later. Even if Namjoon would love an endearing and hand-made invitation, Jimin isn’t too sure if he’d make it for anyone else but you.

“It’s not really a thing, isn’t it?” you question, amusement behind your tone and not malice. If there’s anything you’ve learned, Jimin tends to be unorthodox at times, but his pursuit of giving Yuri everything remains unchanged. “Baby’s first haircut party? Is that an official thing?”

“No, not really,” he shakes his head, hanging his head down but it isn’t with shame; instead, it’s with a burst of pride for himself because he feels like he’s adequate enough for his daughter. “She won’t even remember it but I just want her to experience things. No matter how silly and whatnot.”

It is a little silly.

When you think about it, it’s a sentimental and intimate memory that’s soon to happen. Jimin had already crossed milestone after milestone and this time it’s the first snip at his baby’s hair, the same bit he felt deathly anxious at shampooing because she was just so soft — just so frail and tiny.

Yuri may be an extension of Jimin yet she’s bigger than him. She’s young and kind and she’ll be far better than him because he wants her to. It’ll be a sentimental memory of him cutting her hair wherein he could say that he’s the first person to ever do it for her. That in the future when she grows up and gets her haircuts, she could have a tiny fleeting memory that it’s her dad who used to do all of this for her.

A silly, little, and memorable event — and you’re invited.

“Do you need me to bring anything?” your voice is small when you ask, trying to grasp at the realization that Jimin trusts you beyond words, even for reasons you can’t see.

“No, it’s okay. I’ll take care of everything,” he shakes his head, licking his lips in reply.

It’s a hiccup in his heart again. It’s been so long since his last hiccup of guilt and this time he holds his breath again. He was so used to his remorse coming to rest that he didn’t anticipate the fact that his hurt comes in waves that were shores apart.

A silly, little, and memorable event between him and his daughter — and you’re asking what he needs you to bring.

Jimin wishes he could turn back time to the day he got his grubby and greedy hands all up on your purse. He’s not even sure if you know what he did. Nonetheless, the guilt keeps him up at night.

Everything’s set up thoughtfully to Jimin’s standards.

As soon as you ring the bell, Jimin answers with wide arms and a shaky laugh because he just gave away the fact that he’s most certainly been waiting for you at the door.

The whole space is illuminated by ambient lighting from the cove ceiling and the lamps, most especially by the huge ass TV that Jimin rigged to display a neon pink picture he saw from the internet to wash the whole room a pale pink.

There’s foil balloons spelling out Yuri’s name stuck to the curtain, and you don’t even want to think if Jimin realizes that he’s gonna have a hard time picking out the double-sided tape he used on the fabric.

The dining area’s set up and if your eyes aren’t deceiving you, the table runner used is the same decorative bed runner that’s standard for the hotel rooms.

The entirety of Jimin’s receiving area has completely been rearranged just for this single event he thought of, a tiny baby sofa placed on the middle of it.

“Hi Miss Y/N!” Namjoon creeps up from behind you and effectively surprises you in the process, stumbling at the right time because Jimin’s crouching down to place the hotel slippers at your feet.

Your assistant’s holding a handycam, his urgency in focusing the camcorder to you almost distracting you from the fact that he’s dressed in pajamas, the image of Mater on his torso making you look. Namjoon’s so casual and so is Jimin, dressed in sleepwear with Boo on his shirt and both Sully and Wazowski on his pajamas. God, this is a family matter and for some odd reason, you don’t stick out like a sore thumb.

“What’s your message for the birthday — what’s your message for the first haircut girl?” Namjoon knits his eyebrows in concentration, looking at you on the viewfinder and back at you in reality when your mouth is too dry to speak.

“Oh! Right, uhm, to Bambi,” you clear your throat, a breathless chuckle when you see Jimin emerging from his bedroom with a bundle of clothes in his hand. “Happy first haircut! You’re really-…”

“Here you go, Y/N. Get changed to pajamas! There’s a dress code.”

“Shoo, shoo. Get away, Jimin. I’m still interviewing Miss Y/N,” Namjoon reaches his hand out to get him out of the frame, hearing the faint sound of a zoom to your face as he pushes you to continue. “Sorry, continue please!”

You can’t help but to giggle, caught in the middle of them; Namjoon who’s hounding you to extend your greetings to Yuri, and Jimin who’s insistent on getting you to change to pajamas now.

“You’re really loved, that’s what I was about to say.”

You smile, the truth of it slipping easy from your lips.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that the baby who’s in her playpen at the moment is greatly celebrated and loved, even for the little things. You’re certain that there’s more people beyond this room who regards Yuri in the same way her dad and uncle do.

Yuri is loved and you say it genuinely, eyes briefly meeting Jimin’s because he’s right beside Namjoon to make way for you. His eyes sparkle and perhaps even sting at that, covering up the choke from his throat by thrusting your pajamas at you.

“You can change at the bathroom or in the bedroom, whatever works for you,” he adds, seeing you unfold what he bought for you to be pajamas with Bambi on them, the deer printed throughout the whole set. Jimin suddenly realizes that he might be imposing on you, coughing while he clarifies. “But if you don’t want to change, it’s okay! You’re already here and-…”

“It’s fine. I’ll change.”

You hum softly on the way to the bathroom, locking it after you before you exhale and — god, this whole thing is so homely.

It strikes you that this is your first visit to his room, the very space where his whole life is cramped in for the time being, since your abrupt entrance into it where you first met him.

You’re in his bathroom, a space that you yourself keep minimal for guests to use, not even imagining to lend the main one you use because it was too intimate. But Jimin lends you his without a care in the world, even escorting you to it.

His scent’s here, products laid on the countertop neatly even if it used to be sprawled all over unbeknownst to you. His toothbrush lies beside Yuri’s, his shampoo right next to hers, his towel next to her very own.

There’s a baby bathtub at the shower room, an affinity of bubble animals strewn in it.

It looks lived-in, something that puts a lump on your throat because just a month ago, you’ve burst into Jimin’s space out of worry for his daughter — now, you’re invited to watch him give Yuri her first haircut.

You try to get changed as fast as possible, trying not to take a peek at what Jimin’s perfume is but ultimately failing. You come out of the bathroom, dressed in pajamas you didn’t expect to wear right in front of everyone (read: two adults and one baby), seeing a sight to behold.

In the short time you disappeared, Jimin had already organized everything for final touches. Yuri’s already sitting on her baby sofa, his shirt that drowns her in its size acting as a makeshift salon cape.

He waves you over, the fear of missing out making you jog to where he and Namjoon are. Jimin’s already holding the scissors, sitting on the floor to match Yuri. She isn’t bothered that her dad’s sitting behind her, even laughing because she sees him in the mirror placed in front of her.

“Joon, are you getting this?” Jimin asks frantically, looking up at him only to be shushed.

Your assistant’s really taking his job seriously because he only allows himself a second to chuckle, acting as if being behind the camera is a full-on job he got a master’s degree for. “Yeah, yeah. Shhh. Yuri’s laughing.”

Jimin grabs the spray bottle, dampening Yuri’s hair and brushing it out to be straight. Yuri remains neutral by it, holding a stuffie of a rat that’s (un)affectionately named Stinky. Jimin hates rats, actually, but it’s one that Yuri won’t let go at the store with her insane Palmar grasp reflex, so he buys it for her.

If it’s a microwaveable rat stuffie named Stinky that’s going to keep Yuri calm during her first haircut, then so be it. He’ll try not to shudder when he rewatches the footage of this moment while his daughter holds a rat.

“Just a little snip on the back,” Jimin whispers, mostly for calming himself down because he doesn’t want to fuck up Yuri’s first haircut. He takes her hair between his two fingers, exhales, and cuts.

There’s a terse silence that you can’t even fill up with a gasp, interrupted when Jimin suddenly cheers and holds up the hair for Namjoon to film.

“It’s even! It’s even! Ah, appa didn’t mess your hair up!” he squeals, kissing Yuri’s cheeks repeatedly. Jimin makes a mental note to put it in a bag, later to be tucked in her baby album.

It’s a warm, tear-jerking moment — the latter you’re sure of because Namjoon’s shoulders are shaking and you have to briefly take over camera duty for him.

It’s when Jimin and Namjoon are preparing dinner that you’ve willingly stuck yourself to the floor. Yuri keeps wandering around and her dad and uncle are too busy, leaving only you to keep an eye on her.

Yuri stands by herself, gripping the couch to do so. Her legs are stable albeit a little wobbly and unsure when taking steps, but when she does attempt it now, she wills herself to crash on your lap and take her seat there.

“Bambi,” you whisper, the baby looking up at you. It’s a mere coincidence that she responded because after all, her name’s Yuri, not the same character you have on your pajamas.

You’re not quite sure what you’re supposed to do but you don’t push her off your lap, instead engaging in an impromptu staring contest with her.

Jimin’s about to ask if you want him to plate your food for you or if you want to do it yourself but he stops at his tracks, the sight in front of him tinted pink and sentimental.

“Do you want a fringe?” Jimin coos from behind you, making you clutch at your heart because he’s definitely talking to his daughter and not you. He takes refuge beside you, sitting as he gets Yuri to hold his hand. “Bangs would look so cute on you.”

Yuri smiles, not exactly an answer that was discernible.

“What do we think? Dora bangs or no?” Jimin asks, turning his face to you and you’re so close, he could see the fan of your eyelashes when you look back to him.

“Your call,” you shrug, breaking eye contact.

“I have no signal.”

There’s a loud groan from the corner, Namjoon’s back turned to the both of you but still as disappointed. He shudders. “Slap me if you ever hear me saying dad jokes.”

Jimin yearns to slap him lightly but he’s too far and takes it to heart anyway, crumpling up a nearby streamer for better weight and throws it to Namjoon’s head.

“Ow! What was that for?” Namjoon finally turns, eyes slightly widening at the image of his boss and half-brother sitting so closely, his niece placed right at your lap.

“You’re joking at my expense, and I’m a dad!”

“Insulting you and making dad jokes are different. You should-…”

You learn quickly to tune them out, humming to yourself as the two men tiff.

“Do you want bangs?” you ask as Yuri carries herself, getting up by putting her weight on your shoulders. You support her, putting your hands underneath her arms.

“Laugh if it’s a yes, fall on your butt if it’s a no.”

And Yuri falls.

Jimin holds his hand out to cushion her fall but you do it before him, hands intersecting that his eyes flicker at with a fond smile.

“Okay, let’s hold out on the Dora bangs for now.”

( ♡ )

Jimin wants to take the hurt away from Yuri.

Her eyes are red and raw from crying, the discomfort she feels in her ears completely changing her whole mood. Jimin already took her to her pedia and they said the hurt would only peak once more before it subsides, tonight being the fated moment.

If he thinks he’s already preconditioned to his daughter’s cries, he’s badly mistaken.

“It’ll be okay, baby. You’ll be okay,” he whispers, tears coming out of his own eyes as he cradles Yuri, pressing a kiss to her temple. Fuck, he’s so stupid. It’s most likely his fault she’s hurting now and for someone who’s an unemployed and full-time single dad, Jimin feels like he’s surely lacking.

“Let’s uhm, let’s try not to cry, alright? Your ears will hurt more.”

Jimin breathes shallowly as he dresses Yuri for the cold, his mind so scattered that he prepared everything but himself. Her weight on his arms is a reminder that she needs him, forgoing the carrier because vomiting on it would be unideal and Yuri needed all the contact she could get.

He’s already up and walking out of the elevator, not noticing the worried glance the security guard at the front (that’s used to seeing him and his daughter) throws him.

He only has his wallet and his daughter, cussing himself when he realizes that he forgot to bring Yuri’s diaper bag for any accidents. He’s so frazzled that he can’t even decide between running up back again to the room or just booking it to the pharmacy, head whipping back and forth that his eyes sting in frustration.

“Jimin?”

He comes back to consciousness when his name is called, eyes falling on you. Your car’s put on hazard at the side, window rolled down to see if it was truly him. You had a hunch that it was him when you see the familiar gray sweatpants, but you had to do a double-take because why would he wear those at this weather?

“Where are you going?”

Jimin can barely even register your presence, answering directly to the point.

“Pharmacy. Yuri needs Pedialyte,” he says and as if on cue, Yuri sobs dryly.

There’s no other argument that comes to your brain, unlocking all your doors in an instant.

“I’ll take you there.”

It sinks to Jimin now little by little that you are here offering him a ride, a complete coincidence. The weight and the cries of Yuri remind him to answer. “I don’t wanna hassle you. I didn’t take my car because Yuri might throw up on the seats and that’s another discussion.”

“My seats will be just fine.”

“But-…” he reasons, his pride diminishing by the second. “Really, it’s just a short walk. She needs the air too and-…”

“Come on, Jimin. It’s okay,” you reply sternly, his resolve weakened by now the more that his daughter’s out in the cold. “It’s for Yuri, right?”

Jimin’s eyes are downcast, head glancing back up when he hears your door open for him. “Yes. It’s for Yuri.”

It’s a short and quiet trip, one that was filled with Yuri’s cries and Jimin’s anxious thoughts which were just as loud. He couldn’t have jumped out of your car faster as soon as you parked, completely abandoning you but you don’t even take offense.

You try your best to catch up with him, the sudden intrusion of the overhead lights from previously being out at the night sky making the both of you wince. Jimin expected the lights to freak out Yuri but instead, her cries lessen, curiosity piqued by the vastness of the pharmacy.

He makes the mental note to turn on every possible light back at the room later.

“Why’s she throwing up?” you take a chance in asking when it’s clear that Jimin isn’t as dazed than when you saw him awhile ago. You follow behind him dutifully, trying not to crowd him as he takes a slight detour when he remembered he needs baby food and baby shampoo.

You’re approaching the inner aisles when you take the basket from him without a word so he could focus on just holding Yuri, thanking you softly as his eyes skim the racks.

He wants to answer you because it would be rude not to but he feels ashamed. He doesn’t want to be judged but in his clouded vision now, you probably already did. Jimin has nothing left to lose, proven by his appearance now in the pharmacy in just his ratty pajamas because he failed to be prepared enough.

“Ear infection,” Jimin answers after some time, his grasp on the baby shampoo loosening as he explains. “But the doctor said that it’s common a-and a lot of babies have it!”

It’s a painful sight, seeing Jimin try to justify himself in front of you. He has nothing to prove — you do care, but you’re unrelated to him and Yuri. He doesn’t have to explain.

“Yeah, Jimin. I’ve heard it’s normal,” you answer, a timid smile on your face. You take the bottle from his hands, placing it inside the cart. “You don’t have to defend yourself.”

“I’m not defending myself. I’m just-…” Jimin’s voice pitches but later dwindles, pinching the bridge of his nose while he mutters under his breath. “Fuck, yeah, I am defending myself.”

In the middle of the shampoo aisle, Jimin has the urge to break down. He wants to fall to his knees and clutch at his hair as Yuri stares in wonder (or in pity) at him.

But in the middle of the shampoo aisle, you reassure Jimin of a truth that nobody has to inspect closely to know.

“You’re a good dad.”

“Maybe,” he sniffles, gathering his bearings back. He thinks that if only you knew that he stole from you, you wouldn’t say that.

“Just maybe?” you tease a little to lighten the mood but your voice carries worry at what he sees himself as, eyes trying to get him to glance at you.

“Good dads don’t let their kids have ear infections,” Jimin chuckles but the humor is lost. “Good dads would’ve bought a spare bottle of Pedialyte at the clinic so they’re always prepared.”

He’s not angry at Yuri, he’s just angry at himself. Stupid instincts for only catching on that she’s coming down with something a little bit late, stupid parenting for not buying extra medicine.

“Good dads wouldn’t be in their pajamas with holes on them and bathroom slides at a pharmacy in the evening to buy medicine,” he snorts, trying not to look at himself in any reflective surfaces. “Good dads don’t inconvenience their hoteliers.”

“I’m not being inconvenienced,” you shrug with truth to your words, following him around and when he looks down at your shadows, he realizes belatedly that your arm is occupied.

“Give me that. You’re even holding the basket,” Jimin snatches it away from you eagerly and with irritation towards himself, Yuri being adjusted to his right arm and the basket on his left.

The both of you line up to pay, Jimin’s wallet in his right pocket that it makes you instinctively take Yuri off his hands, putting her on your hip instead.

Jimin inputs his card, the cashier looking away as he punches in his pin and choosing to converse with you while he does so.

“You have a pretty baby,” she compliments and it makes Jimin’s heart flutter despite the cashier’s glance being set on you and not him.

“Oh, thank you!” you smile, bouncing Yuri on your hip. “But she’s not mine.”

Jimin brings home Yuri and the items he bought with your assistance, and he could only pathetically wish he can bring you home too.

( ♡ )

It was a slow night for you when Yoongi called, asking if he could come up to your office.

Namjoon already clocked out and so did the other staff working under you, leaving you alone in your office because you just don’t have it in you to go home yet.

You agree without a second thought, letting himself in after three knocks.

Yoongi looks better than the last time you saw him, obviously more at ease now that he’s getting the hang of looking after Suki alone. He pushes her in her stroller and into your office, setting her to the side. His gaze is only set on you, whatever emotion he had behind his eyes highlighted by the ambient lighting in the room.

The last time he saw you, he misread your leniency and empathy for Jimin and his daughter terribly.

“I owe you an apology.”

He looks somber — too somber that your heart hurts just by looking at his expression. Your typing ceases, knowing that your attention won’t ever be back again to your work for the rest of the night.

“Accepted.”

“I didn’t even get to say sorry,” Yoongi breathlessly chuckles, pulling up a chair to sit beside you. He could’ve just sat across you but it wasn’t enough for him, wanting to deliver his sincere apology clearly and hopefully, coax out a conversation between the two of you.

“You don’t need to. I don’t wanna dwell on it either,” you answer truthfully, your need for conversation at the moment basically non-existent. You’ve been feeling numb lately and although Yoongi’s appearance relieves it, he serves as further reminder of your hurt.

“That’s-…”

“Unhealthy?” you cut him off, a snort following soon after.

Yoongi rolls his eyes at that but he understands — understands it more than anyone. He can’t blame you; no one can.

“I was about to say normal,” he answers quietly, no louder than a mumble but you hear it loud and clear.

You have the tendency to shut down and so does Yoongi. If you turn quiet, he won’t even question it. And if you feel like sitting at your office in silence with him overlooking the city at night, he’ll stay.

Yoongi may not be your closest confidant, but he’s the only one who knows you at your rawest and most vulnerable. Yoongi dislikes it when you thank him so you don’t, but you smile at him and then to Suki who’s sleeping in her stroller.

“You get me, Yoongs.”

( ♡ )

This time around, it’s Jimin who catches you sitting alone at the rooftop garden.

Lately, you don’t even come home. You choose to sleep over at one of the numerous rooms and suites available to you, the sterilized staleness of the rooms compared to your house placating you.

Namjoon doesn’t question you because he doesn’t even know, trusting that when he drives home, you do too. You know for sure that if he knew, you’d be bombarded with questions of why you can’t just detach yourself from work these days.

Jimin notices though.

He takes Yuri down to the lobby every now and then so she could walk freely without bumping into furniture every two seconds, but almost always, he’ll see a glimpse of you.

Just you, your nose buried in your laptop or talking with your staff. It would be late when he takes Yuri down because that’s when she’s most active, but by the time he tires her out and she’s ready to retire to her co-sleeper, you still haven’t come home.

He tries to locate you tonight by himself, leaving Yuri with Namjoon in his room. Jimin wonders if Namjoon knows that you’re still at work, knowing that he has a few white hairs from worrying over his boss.

Jimin watches you from afar, sitting where he sat the last time by the edge of the pool, a full glass of scotch taking what you used to be your space beside him.

“What are you doing up this late?”

Your shoulders jolt in surprise, thankfully having the bearings not to fall over into the pool. Jimin would’ve tried to catch you anyways if you did, being surprised himself that you were shocked at his appearance.

You don’t seem to be bothered by his presence but you’re confused at the lack of the tiny human attached to him by the hip. “Where’s Bambi?”

Jimin smiles at that, not mad that he’s already here yet the first person you look for is his daughter.

He’s finally at ease, your breakfasts the past few mornings being cancelled because he was busy tending to Yuri who thankfully has now recovered completely. She’s calmer than ever and didn’t need to be worn out at the hotel lobby to be put to a good night’s sleep.

“Namjoon’s watching over her. He’s catching up with this live show in my room,” he moves your glass, folding his sweatpants up to mimic your position.

There’s something about you that’s been off lately. Jimin doesn’t know what exactly but he’s sure there’s something tilted. He may not know you enough, guilty that whenever the both of you talk it always seems to revolve either around him or his daughter — but he’s trying. He’s trying to ask about yourself more and more but for some reason, you’re detached.

“Do you not go home?” he blurts out, unable to keep the words in his mouth. “Sorry. It just seems like you’re always here.”

You do find it true that Jimin has little to no filter to his words but at the moment, you really don’t mind. The question is welcome and although it’s loaded, you carry it with your arms.

“I do go home. Just not feeling it right now.”

Jimin nods at that, humming at your answer. At the very least he knew that you had a house, a stable one at that right under your name unlike him. He knows you have a roof to go home to but in the sudden form of an intrusive thought, Jimin thinks if there’s someone you go home to.

“Is there uhm-…” he coughs, the sudden feeling of panic and sadness engulfing him. Is he intruding? Why did this never cross his mind before? “Is there uhm, someone waiting for you at home? Are you avoiding them?”

The questions hangs right above your head, something as light as a feather for you but as heavy as a piano over Jimin’s mind.

You’re confused to his inner turmoil because you only tilt your head, making him swallow the lump in his throat because he just wishes he asked the wrong question.

“What?” you ask, grasping what he’s insinuating. “Oh god, no. I live alone.”

There’s a huge bit of tension that’s released from his shoulders, unaware that a breezy sigh leaves past his lips. Good — he wouldn’t have known what to say otherwise.

Jimin’s just about to ask why is it that you don’t want to come home but you beat him to it, already glazing over a new topic of conversation that revolved around him. You act so light to him and yet there’s barely any behind your eyes, seeing the bags underneath that he could see even in the dim lighting of the rooftop.

“How’s the house search going?”

Jimin sighs at that, answering your question before he even catches on that you’re deflecting.

“Some prospects here and there but not the exact one I see Yuri growing up in. It’s tough to figure out.”

He wants to think of long-term, sick of looking over at leases and contracts in both a professional and personal sense. He’s seen so many that’s legally gray and vague, pushing him to think repeatedly that the house he has in mind still hasn’t surfaced yet. If it’s the one for him and Yuri, it’d be flawless all the way down to the fine print.

“When are you-…” you cough after a sip of your scotch, throat burning not at the alcohol but at the question instead. “When are you moving out?”

Jimin blinks again and again, an insistent shake of his head making the whole room spin to him.

“Not yet.” Not yet, he wants to beg. Please don’t bring up the version of reality where he doesn’t get to see you every morning and eat breakfast with you and his daughter, or the one where you’re not always around and he can come ask you to witness a milestone of Yuri’s.

“I don’t know, but not now,” Jimin insists, voice turning raw. “We’re not leaving yet.”

You look to the water beneath you, faint and distorted versions of you and Jimin dancing around. “Okay.”

The atmosphere has always been light between the two of you, but without your inquiring gaze and the general easiness you carried around, Jimin has to carry the whole conversation himself.

You don’t seem to talk a lot these days. Sure, you do react genuinely but not as eager. You’re still around and even without that far of a physical distance, your mind seemed to be somewhere else, eyes unfocused and glazed.

“I want to thank you for the other night in the pharmacy,” Jimin breaks his silence. “It meant a lot.”

You don’t even have a good concept of time nowadays, slipping your mind that it’s only been a week since you drove Jimin and his daughter to the pharmacy. You’re upset that you forgot the time so easily but you’re grateful at the reminder that you remember with minimal help.

“I didn’t deserve that but thank you.”

“Why do you discredit yourself so much?” you reply louder than Jimin’s mumble, your tone even surprising yourself. You’re definitely more than focused now, in tune with the current conversation you’re having. “Stop withholding yourself from the things you deserve.”

“No, I know what I deserve,” Jimin scoffs, tucking his arms across his chest. “And it’s not you driving me and Yuri to get her medicine at ten in the evening.”

Jimin pitying himself was an exhausting sight not only because his sadness seemed to affect you, but also because what he’s pertaining to isn’t true. There’s no merit to his words, making you think that he’s so far into his insecurity that he can’t discern his hardwork from incompetence.

“Then what do you deserve, hm?” you snicker, slightly taking offense that he doesn’t seem to like you driving him. “Who do you deserve?”

This time it’s Jimin who deflects, humorlessly chuckling. Your wording was unintentionally suggestive, realizing it belatedly when he doesn’t quip as quickly as you expected him to.

“If you word it like that,” he hums, oddly brave even without a sip of your scotch. “I feel even more scared to ask you out for dinner.”

“What was that?”

You deflect right back, dancing around each other. The both of you know you’ve heard each other loud and clear, but Jimin indulges you nonetheless.

“I said your heart is too good,” he laughs, throwing his head back. He looks so wasted and he didn’t even drink a single drop of alcohol, genuinely smitten. He points accusingly at your chest. “Too much empathy. Too much belief in there.”

“Is it my heart or my cleavage?” you snort, laughing to yourself that you forget you already forgone drinking from your glass because you’ve just been speaking to Jimin eye-to-eye.

“Nope. I see right through your heart, not your cleavage,” he squints, swishing his lips to the side playfully. “Although the view of your heart is being obstructed.”

“Shut up.”

Jimin laughs even louder and for a second, you feel infinitely lighter. He feels it too, sees it too. You look happy and in the moment, and even for a second, Jimin takes pride in it.

“Here,” he digs into his pocket and hands you a folded towel, urging you to spread it out.

It’s one of the several hundred baby towels he has, your name stitched on the corner of it. It’s a little wonky, the tension a little off, but it’s okay.

“Accept it as my thanks. It’s not enough, but I’ll give you more,” he shrugs, seeing you admire (or maybe loathe) his craft of your name with pink thread.

“You don’t have to give me more,” you hum, folding the towel back up and putting it on your lap.

Jimin shakes his head.

“I want to give more.”

( ♡ )

The next time Yoongi visits you, Jimin’s in the picture.

Technically speaking, Yoongi arrives at the scene first with Suki in tow, pushing her stroller yet she’s carried by him. Something about her waking up clingy and Yoongi not exactly complaining.

“Wow, she’s turning two at the end of the year,” you gasp at the realization, taking her from his arms because she reaches out for you. She seems to remember her Auntie Y/N to heart already, making him smile out of pride as he passes Suki to you.

“Kiss!” she cheers, her pronunciation clear despite her giddiness. Yoongi says that she’s been demanding more and more affection lately (his hugs and kisses don’t seem to be enough), even asking from people outside of him.

“Alright. Suki gets a kiss from me,” you declare to her while cooing, landing one on her cheek to which she shrieks happily at. You forgot just how cute Suki could be, especially if she wasn’t busy being one sleepy child.

“Kiss again!” she demands and you oblige, her gaze suddenly turning to Yoongi beside you. “Appa, kiss!”

Suki stretches out of your hold despite remaining in it, cheek held out for Yoongi to smooch. He laughs at her request, granting her one immediately.

It goes on back and forth until Suki doesn’t even speak, just pressing her cheek out to either one of you repeatedly. She’s a smart girl, making a game out of it and perhaps even teasing the both of you. Suki’s pampered in affection while she keeps it up, suddenly stopping when she sees people walking in from behind you.

Yoongi notices Namjoon and Jimin before you, making you snap your head to where they were coming from.

Namjoon keeps on walking even if Jimin and Yuri freeze behind him, taking Yoongi for a casual side hug while he turns to Suki who he’s seen a couple times before.

There’s you, holding another child. Even Yuri in Jimin’s arms is perplexed, big eyes widening at the older child in your grasp. Suki doesn’t turn her gaze from Yuri either, blinking owlishly.

Jimin, on the other hand, doesn’t know what to feel. He’s oblivious that his daughter finds the girl in your arms to be her competition, too busy taking in the sight. You, Yoongi, and the baby fit each other like how a real family would.

Suki fidgets out of your hold, reaching for Yoongi because the sight of strangers in such close proximity makes her shy.

“Hi, I’m Jimin.”

Jimin introduces himself despite not sticking his hand out, his gaze set on your friend and not you. You’re not even sure if he spared you a glance in the first place.

“Hello, Jimin.”

Yoongi monotonously answers, making Namjoon shuffle over to where you stood. He resists the urge to snort, gaze flitting between the two men who were standing parallel to each other.

Yoongi only replies but doesn’t introduce himself, making you nudge him not to be rude.

“I’m Yoongi.”

“This is my daughter, Yuri,” Jimin continues, a curt smile on his face as Yuri only stares. She doesn’t stare at Yoongi though, just towards Suki.

“This is Suki, my daughter,” Yoongi reciprocates, bouncing his daughter slightly. She looks owlishly at Jimin’s daughter, hostile even in her gaze.

“Are they reading scripts at the top of each other’s head?” Namjoon leans down to your ear and murmurs, taking the initiative to set the both of you at a distance after seeing the two engage in conversation animatedly.

“I have no idea,” you mumble, eyes flitting back and forth because they’re talking at a volume only they could discern. Their daughters are in a different conversation, communicating only in slow blinks.

“It’s so painful to watch,” he winces, intrigued when he sees Jimin look offended.

“Tell me about it,” you distractedly answer, surprised when you see Yoongi look insulted.

It concludes suddenly, making you and Namjoon snap out of it and pretend as if you weren’t trying your earnest to eavesdrop. Yoongi goes to you and Jimin weakly trails along, his words only for you.

“I forgot to run an errand. Let’s go to the pharmacy,” he declares in a rush, setting Suki down on her stroller and placating her that he’ll carry her in the soonest.

“I’m coming with!” Jimin announces, not asking for permission as he trails behind you and Yoongi who’s whisking you off to the exit.

“I-I — wait for me!” Namjoon catches up after the realization that he’s being left alone, the fear of missing out making him walk extra quickly.

It’s a sudden turn of events that started from Yoongi just wanting to speak to you privately and using the pharmacy as an excuse to do so, but Jimin and his nosiness intervened, and that prompted all of you to do a sudden trek to the pharmacy.

You walk with Yoongi’s pace, and Jimin tries to walk at yours but he clearly doesn’t have the advantage because Yoongi has a stroller and he doesn’t. Namjoon’s keeping up behind the the three of you, just happy that he’s there.

It’s the same pharmacy you went to a week ago, the context this time definitely confusing (yet amusing) instead of urgent.

“Suki ran out of baby shampoo,” Yoongi announces to no one in particular, taking the lead as he walks.

“No way, Yuri also went out of baby shampoo this week,” Jimin exclaims, mouth parting at the coincidence. Yoongi looks pleasantly surprised too, excited even.

“Really? It’s gone so quick, it’s like they eat it while they’re being bathed.”

“That’s what I think too!”

Jimin and Yoongi enter the pharmacy with a renowned and shared excitement, leaving you and Namjoon confused at the sudden switch. It’s weird, as if the two of them weren’t silently squaring up to each other for no reason at all back at the hotel.

“Huh,” you think out loud. “Single dads and their trips to pharmacies. Interesting.”

“Is that common?” Namjoon scrunches his nose, following you inside. You seek either one of them for you to tag along with, peering at the snacks here and there.

“Yeah, ask Jimin,” you shrug casually. “This is my second time in here.”

“He didn’t trouble you, did he?” your assistant asks for clarification, brows knitted in worry. Perhaps he’s been too lax on Jimin lately, failing to consider that he might’ve been too overbearing. “I’m sorry, Miss Y/N. I’ll keep him in check.”

“No need to, Namjoon,” you chuckle at his consideration, appreciating it but not requiring it. “I don’t mind.”

Namjoon spots Jimin first at his right so he tags with him, leaving you with Yoongi who’s just five steps ahead of you.

He already decided on Suki’s shampoo and he’s just debating now what color of toothbrush he should get for her, stuck between the lavender and the baby blue. Yoongi’s having quite some trouble pushing Suki’s stroller and his basket at the same time, making you take over for him in pushing his daughter.

“You ready to go?” you ask Jimin when you catch him at one of the aisles, Yoongi trailing right behind you.

“Mhmm. Already got all her stuff,” Jimin hums, managing to fit the tub of vaseline and baby powder in just one hand, all while carrying Yuri with the other.

Yoongi wordlessly plucks out the two items from his hands and puts them in his basket, a mumble for Jimin to hear as he stalks towards the cashier. “I’ll take care of your items.”

Jimin just stands there, frozen until Yuri pecks at his cheek.

Wait a minute, didn’t he just menacingly ask Yoongi awhile ago of who he was to you? What was it that prompted him to suddenly soften towards him and offer to pay for his items? Was it the connection about the baby shampoo of their daughters? Is it pity?

Jimin’s no stranger to receiving pity but he doesn’t know how to react with it coming from Yoongi, someone he’s only seen twice and conversed with once. Maybe it’s kindness, maybe it’s pity. He didn’t ask for Yoongi to pay for his vaseline and baby powder and yet there he is, standing at the cashier with you beside him.

Whatever it is that Jimin feels at the pit of his stomach, it was bad. It didn’t sit right on his chest and he can’t even decide if he’d want to use the same two items knowing that it’s Yoongi who’ll buy it for him without even asking.

His ears ring even if Yuri isn’t crying, sensitive to what he hears next.

“You have a lovely daughter,” uttered by a new cashier this time.

“Oh, thank you,” you respond with a smile, making Jimin freeze. “But she’s not mine,” Jimin waits for you to add but it doesn’t follow.

It never comes. He asked Yoongi if you were Suki’s mother and he answers no, said he’s a single dad too, and JImin believes him.

“But she’s not mine.” — the same answer you said when you were mistaken for Yuri’s mother, never comes. The correction doesn’t follow.

You took it. You just took it.

The difference haunts Jimin around the whole day that it rendered him dazed, irritable at everything for no reason that he just cooped himself in his room once you all came back to the hotel.

He doesn’t get it — is the problem him? Is the context gravely different that you’re okay being mistaken for Suki’s mom and not Yuri’s? Or is his daughter the problem? Was Yuri simply not worthy enough to be mistaken for your daughter?

The conflict in Jimin’s mind never leaves him, even if you knock at his door with the intention of just bringing up pastries from the café downstairs. You wanted to tell him that Yoongi asked for his number, saying that he hopes to keep in touch with him because he left a lasting impression despite being brief. Their commonalities are being single dads and having you in their life; you as Yoongi’s friend, and however you want to define yourself in Jimin’s book.

Jimin answers the door with such fervor that the door almost swings and hits himself, jaw clenched as he lets you inside.

“I brought you-…”

“That’s not your daughter,” he interrupts you, turning his back and leaving you confused.

“Excuse me?” you ask, thinking back to the only situation that happened today that could be the only other thing that Jimin’s pertaining to. You follow him to the receiving area, him stood in the middle of it in an antsy pace.

“You know what I’m talking about. Yoongi and his daughter. The cashier,” he shrugs as if it doesn’t affect him but it does, the weight on his shoulders making his fists close and open in anxiousness. “Should’ve corrected her.”

“It’s not a big deal,” you breathe out, furrowing your brows in confusion. “It’s okay.”

Jimin resits the urge to scoff, scratching the back of his ear. He seems anxious, irritable at worst. You haven’t ever seen him like this before, even when you saw him half-naked when you burst into his room.

“When that cashier told you the same thing when you were holding Yuri, you corrected them immediately,” he tries to level his voice, taking everything in him not to burst at the seams. “Why’s that, hm?”

You don’t know where Jimin’s getting at and it perplexes you, the bag of pastries you brought up to him discarded somewhere already. With the way he’s standing, he looks like he’s waiting for a wrong answer — the thing is, there isn’t any.

“Because I’m not her mom,” you say it matter-of-factly, eyes narrowing at how Jimin looks hostile with you.

“Well you’re not that kid’s mom either,” he says condescendingly, squeezing out a disgruntled snicker from you when you slowly start to see what he’s getting at.

“And that is true too, Jimin,” you confirm for him, your gaze on him unrelenting. Your patience starts to tick, your fuse obviously longer than Jimin’s. “It’s not that deep.”

He loudly scoffs at that, putting his hands on his hips. He rethinks to how he’s almost been here two months and all of the time the two of you shared and yet here you are, telling him that it wasn’t a big deal. Sure, you’re neither Yuri nor Suki’s mom, but there’s just something to the way you stand and look now — something that tells him you’re belittling his feelings.

“I’ll pay you a dollar for you to unclench,” you add belatedly, the delivery at the context striking Jimin the wrong way that he just can’t hold back.

“Do you find this funny?” he shakes his head, breathlessly laughing. “Or was that not even a joke?”

“Well do you hear-…” you counter but you’re interrupted, the way Jimin’s looking at you now makes you feel both angry and inferior. This is just so trivial for you but for reasons you can’t grasp, it’s huge to Jimin.

“Because that’s what you’re good at, right? Paying other people off? You know, throwing your money at other people’s faces just because you can?” Jimin burns you with his words and you recoil, your tongue pressed to your cheek at his gall. You try not to let it get to you, the laugh that escapes you dripping with sarcasm.

“That’s rich, Jimin. Fucking hilarious.”

Jimin swallows the lump on his throat — you can’t possibly know, can you? Maybe it’s your wording that throws him off, or maybe it’s the glance you have on him that’s so empty, it reflects pools and pools of your growing indifference the past few weeks.

He can’t stop opening his mouth, chest heaving from being overwhelmed.

“Is being mistaken for Yuri’s mother such a shame to you?” he spits, gaze following you because you’re already turning away from him.

You try to get out of the room before you say something you don’t mean, to hit him where it hurts; the words in your mind far from desirable. It would ruin Jimin, perhaps even the way he regards his parenting for his daughter who only has him.

You swing the door open when Jimin lays it on you one more time, making you freeze.

“Is my daughter just so bad you can’t even call her by her name?”

Jimin sees you stutter in your steps, shoulders lowering. You can’t say anything in your honor, not even having the strength to mumble a half-assed snarky remark.

What Jimin can only see is you looking back at him with tears in your eyes, the hollowness in them enough for him to see himself — full of hurt and misplaced rage.

( ♡ )

The next day that Jimin sees you, he can barely even recognize you.

You’re still dressed the the same, the same amount of gravitas radiating from you and the same elegance poised even in your shadow. But now, now you look unrecognizable.

Jimin feels like he’s nobody to you.

You look completely detached, looking only through him and not at him. Even Yuri can sense the shift, eyes glazing and flitting back and forth. It’s supposed to be your routine of having breakfast but here he is, standing pathetically outside of your office because that’s where his hunch led him to.

“There’s a sister hotel just an hour and a half away. Same ratings. There’s rooms for long-term rentals and the discount still applies. I already contacted the manager there, just tell them your name and your daughter’s.”

No.

There’s no fathomable way that you just uttered those words, all with the knowledge that he just told you he’s not leaving yet.

“You can’t do this,” Jimin shakes his head, eyes desperate and distressed. Even Yuri’s eyes snap towards him, mouth parting in concern because she could feel the anxiety radiating off from him.

“Your setup would be almost exactly the same. It’s still in the city,” you insist pointedly, trying not to look at him for too long. You want to keep this as short as possible anyway.

“Y/N, you can’t do this!” he’s begging you now, the heaviness in his chest sinking deeper and deeper.

“I can.”

Jimin shakes his head, screwing his eyes shut. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go — the plan was to beg for your forgiveness and explain his mistakes if you ever give him the chance to. He didn’t expect he would run out so quickly.

“If you have a problem with me, confront me about it. Let’s fight about it. Don’t just literally take me out of the equation so you could avoid it,” he tries to remain stubborn, breathless at the thought that you’re resorting to this without hearing his side of the coin.

“I don’t want to fight with you. Who am I to fight with you?” you snap, voice wavering in addition. “You’re no one to me as much as I’m nobody to you.”

Jimin takes offense at that, mouth gaping in surprise, He can’t believe you at all.

“You can’t just say that as if-…”

“As if you’re only a guest here in my hotel?” you interrupt him, just as the many times he did before. “I have the money to relocate you to a different hotel while you’re figuring things out. I have the money, Jimin — let me be the bigger person.”

“You’re just proving what I said,” he whispers out of anger, tears pricking. It stings so bad, the hurt so overpowering that even Yuri’s weight in his arms can’t hold him down. “Y/N, you are so goddamn shallow.”

You reach your breaking point the moment Jimin utters his reply, voice raising that it swallows him whole.

“If I’m shallow, would I have turned a blind eye to you stealing from me?”

Jimin stands in front of you. Raw, vulnerable, and ashamed.

He wants the ground to swallow him whole. Yuri heard you and if only she could fully understand, she’d know too how shitty of a dad he is. After all, she was wide awake and watching when he got his hands on your purse.

“You knew?” he whispers, the tears running down freely on his cheeks. You didn’t even want him to know that you were aware; it just slipped out of you.

“I-I was in a tough spot. I didn’t… I-I needed it for-…”

“And I knew that. I didn’t do anything about it because I knew you needed it,” your voice softens, chest tightening at the thought that you hit him where it hurts. That although it’s not the entirety of your intrusive thoughts that begged to be aired out, it still hurt.

“Why didn’t you? Fuck, why do you have to be so good? Why do you have to be such a martyr?” Jimin spits, his inner monologue coming into play with so much anger for himself that it spreads to you.

He gathers himself as best as he could, holding onto Yuri for dear life because if he doesn’t, he feels like he’ll collapse to his knees. And then he realizes. “So you’re not mad about me stealing from you?”

“No,” you answer silently and truthfully. “You’re a good dad, Jimin,” you praise him even if you’re made at him. Even if you’re fighting and even if you feel so hurt because the truth is simply the truth, not praise. “And sometimes, good dads need to do what they think is best.”

“You’re not mad at me for stealing your money,” Jimin whispers in realization, shaking his head to get himself to understand. “Then please, tell me, why are you so mad at me?”

You freeze.

And you don’t will yourself to answer.

“The chauffeur’s coming in to drive you an hour from now,” you deflect after a bout of silence, going back into your office and shutting the door on him. “Get to packing.”

“Open up, please. Y/N, you can’t just flee every time,” Jimin heaves, knocking insistently at your door. He’s not only talking about your physical distance but he’s talking about your gaze — how you look so empty and unwilling to let anyone come close this time; even before he said the shit he did.

Jimin leans to the door, clawing at it weakly before he hears Yuri starting to sniffle before she breaks out into a sob.

“Let me in.”

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