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littlemeowyoons · 6 years ago

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Bonded

A/N- Extra sorry for the late update, I’m still in school and the new semester just got started. Hope you understand for the slow update. :(

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff(lots of them), a drop of angst, Single Dad! AU, College! AU, Introvert! Yoongi, Tutor! Y/n

Word Count:3.2k

Synopsis: Yoongi found a basket left in front of his dorm room one day, and turns out it was his daughter, left alone crying. Puzzled and scared was an understatement. When his 4 semesters roommate Jimin left for his hometown, he was left with the last straw of help, turning to his physics tutor a.k.a friend-that-I-only-know-name-but-have-no-interest-in-knowing-more; you.

Series: Masterlist l Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3 l

Pt 4: Lie Honestly

°•. ✿ .•°

“Are you sure about this?”

“I’ve never been this sure ever since I made up my mind that blue looks good on you.”

“Come again?”

You let out a hearty chuckle, repositioning Inara on your lap when you feel her sliding down.

“Nevermind, don’t worry, just go attend your class, it’s starting!”

“I can’t stay calm if I’m not sure both of my girls are okay.”

“We’re okay. It’s just Inara’s getting her monthly shot and a checkup, they’re recording her weight and such. It’s gonna be fine, I assure you.”

“If you say so… just…call me if anything happens.”

“Will do Yoongs, now shoo”

You felt a tug on your arm so you lower down your hand that’s holding your phone, reaching to Inara’s level and she eyes the device with her doe eyes. Maybe hearing her father’s voice is what perks her interest in the first place. She pressed the speaker button-which surprises you the most-then started to mumble and throw in, again, incoherent group of words and soon you hear Yoongi laughing at the end of the line.

“See, even your daughter said we’re fine.”

“I think it’s more like ‘dad stop calling’.”

“Look, I know you’re worried but there’s honestly nothing to.”

“Thanks Y/n”

“No sweat.”

“No I mean…thanks for, like, everything you did.”

It was silence at the end of the line before Y/n spoke again, voice lower than before, “Does calculus had fried your mind into speaking nonsense? I think I’ll ask for an appointment for you too.”

Yoongi let out a hearty laugh louder than what he usually did, amused by your words, or rather smitten.” I have to go, take care you two and also, Inara…”

You lowered down the phone, not that it’s not lowered enough for Inara to hear, before Yoongi continue, “be nice to Y/n okay little one?”

Inara ignore Yoongi and continue to munch on her kitten squeaky toy.

“Spark is a little occupied Yoongi. Call later and maybe she’ll spare you a glance.”

After another laugh Yoongi bid his goodbye and ended the call. You found yourself smiling like a fool, or maybe you are, you thought.

“Min Inara”

“Come on spark, your turn.”

You walk up to counter and the nurse behind the table smiled politely, “Right this way Mrs Min”

She lead the way and you were more than grateful she did because you’ll be too shocked to function properly if you’re the one in front. Mrs Min? As in, the mother of Inara? As in…wife to…Yoongi? It sounds weird, but rather- this part scares you the most- sound neutral. Can you really see your future with Min Yoongi, being his wife, becoming a part of this family? No, no you shouldn’t put your hopes up, you thought.

You’re part of this family because you want to, not that you were forced. You should’ve left after feeding Inara that day, that damn fucked up day. You should’ve left everything behind. Maybe Yoongi didn’t have the gut to kick you out, you heart spoke, you keep coming back to the dorm how can he, an introvert, find an excuse to not hurt your feeling by being direct? It’s not like he can just come up to you and say, ‘leave you’ve done your part’. Oh you wanted to, not being caught up in Yoongi’s mess, it was his to deal. But the thought of you leaving him struggling on his own didn’t sound right to you. Are you helping him as a friend? Or maybe, as a person who has a little bit of knowledge in this babysitting more than him? Or… is it that you didn’t want Inara to have the same fate as you, left alone without parental support at a young age, losing everything before even knowing you own it in the first place? You feel angry at yourself, you feel hurt, disappointed, sad.

But most of all, you feel like a fool.

“That would be all, take care.”

“Thank you”, you bow politely to the doctor, flashing her your smile before exited the door with a drowsy Inara in hand.

You sit back in the waiting room, cradling the sleepy child back and forth.

“Tired huh?”

She replied, whining shortly, almost as if she understands you. You give her a soft peck on the head, and that’s all it takes for her to drift to dreamland. You were holding her close, when suddenly a hand rustles your hair lightly and a man crouched down to give Inara a small kiss on her forehead.

You smacked the man on his arm, “You scared me.”

Yoongi let out a deep chuckle, smile so wide you wonder if his cheek hurts, because somehow the deep of your stomach does. It was doing somersault of its own. Is he really happy to meet you? No, he’s here for his daughter, get it together Y/n.

“All done?”

You nod, “The doctor left some medicine though, and the bill” you reached into your handbag to pull out a purse, when Yoongi’s hand engulf yours.

“What are you doing?”, Yoongi eyes you deeply.

“Umm the bill-“

“I got this.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, but seeing him unbothered by it, you give up. Instead, you ushered Inara to him, “Here, hold her. I need to go to the restroom.”

Yoongi silently took her away and both of you swapped places, he sit in your seat and you walk away to the nearest toilet.

“Min Inara”

Upon hearing his daughter’s name being called, Yoongi walked up to the small window pane beside the counter, a huge sign read ‘pharmacy’ in blue and white writing sit at the top of it. The nurse spare him a good few seconds glance before getting back to click away some things on the computer.

“You must be Mr Min.”

“Ah yes that would be me”, He smiled politely, bowing a little while struggling to cradle a sleeping kid in his arm, “Is that medicine for my daughter?”

He eyes a few colourful tablets on the desk, already worrying how he gonna get his daughter to eat that. As much as his daughter is curious, he had to admit she was never a fan of sweet things, just like him.

“No no, it was for Mrs Min.”

“Mrs…Min?”

“Yes, your wife, the one who brought in your daughter this morning. Anyway, this is Folic acid tablets…”, the nurse showed him a dozen red coloured pills in a sachet, “-for her red blood deficiency, two tablets a day after meal.”

She the push to him another sachet of tablets, this time in pale orange, “And this is vitamin C, three tablets a day after a meal.”

Yoongi just watch in silence as the nurse packed in all the tablets away into a small bag. Did he hear her right? Why does his heart flutter this hard? And most of all he’s worried, Y/n had been suffering deficiency? She’s low on red blood cells….and he didn’t even know about it? What kind of friend is he? Maybe she just discovered it today, he hoped, maybe she didn’t tell because even she is clueless about it. But to think that she’s sick right under his nose, he feels awful. He had been too focus on his daughter, that he has forgotten about the one who had been taking care of Inara too.

“Yoons?”

Her voice caught him off guard, he let out a small gasp and quickly turn around.

“What’s wrong? Oh, you got the medicines already. Let’s go, let me take her. You come with a car...right?”

He didn’t realise she had been talking to him for a while, he had been too lost in his own trance. When he felt a hand laying on his shoulder, only did he snap back to reality.

“Huh?”

“Are…you okay Yoons? You seem out of it. Did they told you something’s wrong with Inara?”

“Ah no no…no. What…were you saying just now?”

You were sceptical but you repeated your question, “You come here with a car right?”

“Ah yes, Jimin’s actually. Come on”

Yoongi lead the way out, barely glancing back, not until you’ve arrived at the car. Yoongi opened the door for you and you slipped in, not forgetting to cushion the back of Inara’s head with your hand as you enter. A few moments later, both of you were on the road in silent. You sense something is bothering Yoongi, at this rate he can’t hide anything from you anymore. You are aware of his small habits he does, like rubbing his thumb against the back of his forefinger, eyes can’t seem to stay on the same spot more than a few seconds, it had been too easy, he was like an open book to you. Now, if only you were brave enough to prompt him about it. The silence had been too thick if no one speaks, it’s gonna drown both of you, so Yoongi started, “Do you have class today?”

“Yoongi…it’s Saturday. Only you have class because your prof couldn’t make it next week.”

“Great, we’re gonna do some grocery.”

You were about to argue, that you had been a burden to him, you were sure you were nothing to him, considering that he ain’t sharing no shit with you, but you were cut off by a loud gurgle.

“Well, hello to you too spark. Look who’s here”

You picked her up to sit on your lap, facing the man beside you and as that her hands shot forward, smile present on her face you could see her gums and a few small bumps of white- she’s gonna grow her teeth soon!!

“Hey little one. Daddy want nothing in the world but to hold you right now, but daddy’s driving.”

“You know driving?”, you speak to her and her eyes shifted to you, those doe eyes that could spring smile onto your face in a record speed, there’s nothing more you love to see then that kid’s smile, that and Yoongi wearing all black from head to toe. You swear you were a sucker for those two.

You spelt out for her and spoke the words very slowly, watching in awe as her small mouth tried to mimick yours while pronouncing it. Her words after comes out in a jumble and sounds nothing like the word driving.

“We could work on that. Now since your father finished his class, we’ll go grocery shopping. You ready for your first grocery day spark?”

Inara let out a deep chuckle, funny, hers sounded just like Yoongi’s.

“Do we need bread?”

You turned to face Yoongi, who shook his head, “No we already have it, but we do need jam.”

“One jam of chocolate and peanut butter coming right up.”, you walked down the aisle and grab the jar before heading back to Yoongi, putting it in the trolley.

“It’s your favourite right?”, you glance up to Yoongi, smile still there.

“Yeah…how did you…”

“Know? Yoongi, you served us toasted bread with chocolate and peanut butter jam ONLY on every tutor hour. I started associated physics with chocolate and peanut butter jam.”

“Sorry”

“I’m just joking Yoons, relax.”, you reposition Inara in your arm, her weight is starting to get to you but you don’t want to pass it to Yoongi just yet, holding her gives you sanity rather than thinking 101 reasons why you shouldn’t do grocery shopping with Yoongi. It feels too domestic, and domestic is bad in this case, there shouldn’t be any feelings involved, Inara is your main priority so for now you wanted to believe your fast beating of heart is caused by the joy of holding Inara close.

“What else?”

“Cereal, and milk while we’re at it.”

“On it, the honey one or the wheat one?”

“Y/n, every cereal is made out of wheat”, he chuckled, amused by the girl in front of him.

“The honey one then. I was just making sure if there’s any cereal without-“

You words were cut off as you spaced out, eyes froze on something. Yoongi glance to the same direction but he failed to locate what had made you go speechless.

“Inara”, you squealed, “Look, banana crackers!”

You run (read as walk) to the shelf and pull out a yellow box, handing it to Inara.

“I promised banana crackers right? Here you go.”

Inara spare a glance to the box before hugging it tightly to herself, you nuzzled into her neck, planting a soft kiss along. Yoongi felt like he could melt right then and there, his two most favourite girls are having fun with each other. He feels warm all inside, it was like a dream of his own, Inara is his daughter and you are…his wife. Yes, he would really want that.

“Something happened at the clinic right?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about Miss Y/L/N”

“Then why did you-“, you turned around carefully, not wanting to disrupt Inara having her own euphoric moment nibbling on her banana cracker, to see a lot of plastics. Your eyes catch the faint image of spinach and beans. Right beside it is cow beef wrapped in its container. You glance back to Yoongi whom eyes set on the road ahead but you were sure he steals a glance at you just now.

“Are we having a welcome party or what…That’s a lot of foods. Foods for…”

It didn’t take long for your mind to piece the puzzle together, “So you do know!”

“Know what? I know nothing.”

“Yoongi…”

He froze in his seat, you rarely call him his real name, not until the words that’ll come out of your mouth will mean some serious business.

“You don’t have to”

“I want to”, he glance at you for mere moments before focusing back on the road.

“But this is too much.”

“No it’s not, this is only a quarter of it. I’m gonna make sure you eat all of those a lot, your body will be full of blood cells.”

“It doesn’t work that way Yoons.”

“I’m gonna make it work that way.”

You feel miserable, now Yoongi is tangled in your shit. You’re not surprised when the doctor diagnosed you with low red blood cells, you had been skipping breakfast for a while now, had lunch on some lucky days and dinner if you remembered. The stress of catching up with due dates and classes and unwritten assignments were getting to you. You should be the one taking care of yourself, not others, you’re not a kid anymore. You don’t want to be a burden your whole adult life, it’s enough that you did so your whole childhood life. No you have to fix that, need to, desperately.

“Up for another stop?”

“Any reason why we’re here?”, you eyed him suspiciously, just what else is he plotting?

“Do we need reason to enjoy a cup of coffee?”

“No but…”

You glance around, eyes only seeing a handful of people in the shop. You’ve never been to this particular shop, but you gotta admit they make good hot chocolate, you know you’ll be up in your seat soon to order another one. But it’s not the fact that the café is almost empty except for some talking figures in the far corner of the shop, but rather it’s the small pounding in your head. It’s an early sign that you’ll get a headache soon which could lead to fever if you’re not rested enough. The doctor’s right, you thought. You had been stressing over so badly these past few weeks, food is not an option anymore to keep going but rather painkiller does. You know it’s bad but you can’t seem to avoid it. The only thing that pushes you is Inara, Yoongi and the constant reminder that this pain will pass.

You were deep in thoughts when you spot a fluffy figure making it’s way to you. You pull out your shirt’s ribbon out of Inara’s mouth and lower her down until her eyes spotted the figure walking on its four legs.

“Look Inara, what’s that?”, you cooed in a baby voice.

Little that you know, the man in front of you had his eyes wide open, start struck by the made up voice that you made which he think is fucking cute, he’s wheezing.

Inara eyed the magical creature (read as cat) snuggling in her open palm, and as that she clenches her hand into a tight fist and yank the domestical mammal tail nearer. You quickly pulled her hand away as the orange tabby cat backed away to another table, probably trauma after the encounter with the kid in a grey banana printed dress.

“Woah there tiger, no no. You don’t go around pulling cat’s hair.”

“And what about you, you shouldn’t go around shoving my daughter’s face to a cat”, Yoongi huffed, pushing his wrist lightly on his cheek, elbow on the table.

“Look Inara, there’s a grumpy cat, you can pull all the remaining hairs off him.”

“Don’t teach nonsense to my child, seriously…”

“Hush Yoongi, between both of us, I know better about children psychological development”

You eyed him sharply, then reached out into your bag, pulling out a cat-shaped rattle and wave it in front of Inara.

“Looook, what’s this?”

You’re more than happy when Inara’s eyes widen, hand sticking out to reach the baby rattle in your hand, then continue to shove it in her mouth. Her hand swinging the item, producing bell sound as there’s a tiny bell tied onto the cat’s neck.

“My daughter is much more intelligence than playing with a bell.”

“I’m trying to train her cognitive Min Yoongi, I would appreciate it if you keep your comments to yourself at the moment.”

“How do we even know it’s working?”

As then, Inara let out a loud laugh and continue to tossed the toy, which headed straight to Yoongi’s forehead.

“Ouch!”

You know it’s rude to laugh at other’s misfortune, but oh you wish there was a reply button in life, you just got to watch Yoongi’s face another time!

“Inara! Bad girl,”, your words come out between short laughs, “pity, you should’ve aimed for the head”

“Y/n!”

A cherry laugh escaped your mouth as your eyes turned crescent from the way you had been smiling so wide. You find this situation very amusing.

“Ohh cut down some slack yoongs, at least now we know it’s working, we gotta work on her aim though.”

“Y/n…”

Yoongi just let you laugh some more, the frown on his face just now slowly morphing into a soft smile, but when you lean your figure forward, oh boy…mayday mayday code red, abort mission Min Yoongi!

You gently lay your palm onto his face, shining orbs scanning his face, “Nothing’s broken though,”, you chuckled, “You’re okay.”

But he’s not okay, at least the outraging heartbeat in his chest said so.

#bts #bts x reader #bts yoongi #bts imagines #single dad au #yoongi imagine #bts fluff #bts x y/n

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littlemeowyoons · 6 years ago

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Somnolent

Summary: After spending one night in bed with you, Jeongguk finds out he is unable to sleep unless you’re sleeping with him.

Pairing: Jeongguk x Reader

Genre: Fluff, roommate!au

Warnings: Swearing, some talk of nipples and whipped cream, a very emotional realisation

Word count: 3.5k

Jeongguk threw the pillow across the darkened room, a crash sounded as all his deodorants and sunscreens came tumbling down from his dresser onto the floor, plastic pings and clatters accompanying his soft cursing.

This was the third night in a row.

Third night of no sleep whatsoever, no matter how many cups of camomile tea he drank before bed, or how much he danced and worked out to tire himself out, or how much asmr he listened to, nothing was working. Tonight, he had even popped a sleeping pill. He was absolutely against using these kind of drugs unless absolutely necessary, but he was desperate. Everytime he was at the edge of blissful oblivion, something would snap him back to consciousness. Whether it was house noises, or the hum of the fan, an annoying itch or a wayward thought or just… the image of your heavenly arms wrapped around him as you cradled him to sleep.

He knew what he ought to do. He’d known you’d ruined good sleep for him for posterity the moment he’d woken up beside you three mornings prior. You’d been the little spoon, him the big. That’s not how Jeongguk liked his cuddles usually (he didn’t like cuddles period) but you had come to him seeking protection as part of the unsaid roommate loyalty and trust agreement and he had to oblige you.

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littlemeowyoons · 6 years ago

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It’s Not You, It’s Me (m)

Word: 6k

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Friends to lovers

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Summary: “ We should break up,” Jungkook takes the cup of coffee from you and takes a small sip. In this situation, anyone would assume that you and Jungkook were lovers. You and Jungkook are not lovers.

Warning: Implied smut, small smut scenes, impregnation kink, PDA, ANGST, implied affair

a/n: This took me forever to write and on multiple occasions I wanted to delete the whole thing, I still don’t like it so I may delete it idk..but please show me support, remember that comments and telling me what you think motivates me to write!! Hope you guys enjoy! :))

“ We should break up,” Jungkook takes the cup of coffee from you and takes a small sip. In this situation, anyone would assume that you and Jungkook were lovers.

You and Jungkook are not lovers.

“ What?” You are honestly confused, why was he was saying this in a busy cafe. The couple next to you guys are doing side glances, and your getting flustered. Is this one of his pranks to embarrass you in front of people, you are so going to kill him.

“ Honestly, It’s not you, it’s me…actually it is kind of you,” he bites his lip and brushes his hair with his hand.

“ What the hell are you talking about, Jungkook?” The couple looks shocked with your response, you turn to them and give them a deadly glare. “ Did Jimin dare you to do this? I’m gonna kill him after I kill you.” You take a sip from your own drink and grimace at the hot temperature.

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littlemeowyoons · 6 years ago

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Talk to Me In Korean (NSFW Edition)

Jungkook’s curiosity regarding the dirtier words in English, finally gets the better of him…

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Hello and we’re back with another episode of me repressing my undying love for Jeon Jungkook.

**ALL ITALICIZED WORDS INDICATE WHEN THE CHARACTERS ARE SPEAKING KOREAN***

Warnings: smut, language, 18+ over only please :)

Two weeks into his break and Jungkook decides that he is the happiest he’s ever been.

The days seemed to drift by carelessly, delicately…

He feels completely at ease in the small but luxurious apartment that the two of you share. Jungkook is a sensitive soul. He’s strong but, encased in a warm glow of tenderness. Since being on break, he’s only further retreated into himself but, in the best way possible. He’s been playing video games, messing about with a new digital art program on his laptop, taking photographs of the view off of your high rise balcony. He’s been singing but only when he’s in the shower, he’s gained a few pounds, stuffing his face whenever he gets the chance but, you’re happy to feed him. You’re happy to see how soft and happy your boyfriend has become. For the first time, you see the furrow between his brows smooth out; he isn’t anxious, he feels no pressure, he feels only happiness.

“Jagiya…where is this…from…?” He struggles a bit over his enormous bite of jasmine rice, “Where is it?”

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Swipe Right | JJK (M)

Rating: M (Explicit 18+)

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader, brot7 x friendship

Genre: E2L, fluff, angst [later on], humor, [eventual] smut, PersonalTrainer!Jungkook, fuckboy!Jungkook, Nerd!Jungkook, Nerd/IT!Reader

Word Count: 12.8K

Summary: Jungkook wasn’t always like this. Or maybe he was and you don’t want to admit that he had you fooled. You quickly discover he has a lot more to offer than exchanging pleasantries and awkward small talk. In fact, he never seems to shut up.

For the better part of a year, he’s held your irritation hostage, never passing up an opportunity to deliver savage one-liners at your expense. When he discovers you’re on Tinder, he turns up the brattiness factor and intentionally seeks you out. Who knows? Maybe if you gave him a chance he could charm the pants right off of you. Then again, maybe he’s just a fuckboy.

CW: Fuckboy Jungkook, like cannot stress enough Fuckboy Jungkook but gets soft later, panic attacks, dirty jokes, talk nerdy to me, filthy language, PUNS, friendship feels, sexual tension, Jin being bad at copying Mario’s accent, Namjoon being bad at accents, this whole chapter is setup so like nothing too bad i dont think???

Series: Activate your SIMCard Fic: Swipe Right (1/?- Ongoing) masterlist

(A/N: This is part of my “Activate Your SIMcard” series. Each member of BTS has their own AU in which IT/TechSupport/NerdReader gets dating help/advice and ends up falling in love with them instead. As with a dating sim, the same characters are utilized–same professions, similar scenario placement– but different interactions/pathways lead to different romances. ~Anyway here’s the Jungkook route.~ The Namjoon route, “Love Bytes” is currently in the works.)

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littlemeowyoons · 6 years ago

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Bonded

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff(lots of them), Single Dad! AU, College! AU, Introvert! Yoongi, Tutor! Y/n

Word Count:3.4k

Series: Masterlist l Part 1 I Part 2

Part 3: What’s this warmth?

°•. ✿ .•°

It’s hard to believe but you found yourself intercept with Yoongi’s life more and more now. As soon as you realize how deep you got in this mess, you already spent your free time in Yoongi’s dorm, spending time teaching Inara shapes and colours rather than spend some good twenty minutes at your favourite coffee shop on the other side of the town. You don’t mind it, that’s what surprises you the most.

You don’t mind teaching Yoongi physics concepts and basics while his daughter cling onto your thigh, tugging your shirt so that you’ll pay her some attention. You don’t mind knowing that there’s a few pairs of your shirts and pants in Yoongi’s closet, you hardly bother! At one point it scares you how normal this feel like. You feel something shift in you when you look at Inara and Yoongi now, but you can’t figure out what. You blink back to reality when you feel like you had been spacing out for too long. You found yourself staring at the blinking cursor on your laptop, an unwritten essay in front of you.

You sigh and massage the spot on your forehead hoping to release some tension. You know this chemistry essay actually contributes a lot of points in your final results, but the pressure of finishing it in time gives you the thought of ditching some random things in it. A small tug on the hem of your shirt makes you look down, and suddenly, nothing matters anymore.

Inara looks up to you with her round shining eyes, a drool escaped the corner of her mouth. You chuckled as you reach out to tuck a stray strand of her baby hair from her face, which is sticky as it had mixed with her saliva. Her fingers are in her mouth, an early sign of hunger you noted. But she had been trying to eat her own hand for like 10 minutes now. Where is Yoongi?

You glance upward to the kitchen, finding the back view of Yoongi struggling. You sigh, resisting the urge to get up and lend a hand. You had helped him a lot already, it was time he learn to take care of Inara on his own. You just hope it went well. You glance down to Inara when she huff.

“I know, he’s taking forever right? Tell your father to hurry up.”

As then, Inara raised her voice, but it came out incoherent as ever. It’s good that she’s learning to talk but at times, bless your eardrums, or anyone within the 10 meter radius because this kid just loves to raise her voice.

“Ah Y/n, she’s upset!”

You heard Yoongi’s alarmed voice before your eyes catch his head peeked out from the kitchen.

“Oh shit sherlock, you figured all by yourself. How brilliant!”

“Y/n,”, he warned, “ not the time for your shit. Just…entertain her for a moment.”

When Yoongi disappeared again, Inara raised her voice higher, a frown etched on her tiny face.

‘Too late’, you thought. You know she’s gonna throw a fit soon, and distracting her now would only upset her. You saved your unfinished essay and close your laptop, you were thinking of writing at least two paragraphs today, so that you won’t be too far behind the due date. Guess you can throw that thought away now, there’s no way you could even make any progress with the crying kid by your side.

Inara crawl away to her toys, all while crying and leaving a saliva trail on the floor. You sigh, at least she’ll be occupied on her own. You pull down your spectacles and leave it on your laptop, finally decided that you just have to intervene with all this act of feeding one single kid. Yoongi soon came in running, bottle of milk in hand. You scoffed, he looks like he just came back from war, or maybe he did, in his own way?

You walk up to him, “let me feed her, a whining baby is a lot harder to fed.”

But once the bottle is in your hand, your eyes widen.

“What the- Yoongi! Are you out of your mind?!”

You yanked his hand toward you and turn the bottle in hand upside down, a few drops of it fall down onto Yoongi’s arm.

“Ouch ouch, that’s hot!”

“Even you admit it’s hot, how do you ever think she’s gonna take this? It’ll burn her throat, no scratch that the milk will melt her tongue before anything else.”

You hurried into the kitchen, filled a bowl with tap water and ice then continue to submerge the bottle in hop to turn the boiling hot milk to lukewarm before the crying in the living room gets louder. You’ve told Yoongi that you didn’t mind about the constant crying, but what you do mind is the knock on your door after it. The other residence had been complaining about it a few times now, you were afraid Yoongi will be kicked out sooner than later. Yoongi, with that calm as fuck face told you not to worry about them as he’ll handle it, and he sure keep his words when every time someone came knocking on the door, Yoongi said he’ll have a few ‘calm and peaceful talk’ with them. You’re secretly convinced that Yoongi beat the shit out of them, because well he once got a reputation for always getting into fights during freshman year, but once you confronted him when he’s about to throw a fist at a guy yanking your bag in the library, you swear you never heard any news whatsoever about another fight, not even gossip. You were scared you’ll be the next victim, but mostly proud you’re able to change something about someone. It feels good.

On the other hand, Yoongi eyed your figure with much adoration, he didn’t say it out loud but he really really really am grateful for everything that you had done. Who knows what’ll happen to his daughter if you’re not here, he can’t bring himself to say it out loud, but he sure will accidentally kill her daughter without meaning to. You had been a sturdy backbone to him in this mess, he’s scared that one day he opens his eyes and you decided that you’re done with all this shit he’s in, but up to this day you’re still here, beating the shit out of him first before lending a hand. He’s not someone who can display his affection out to public, words are really not his best weapon in hand. He’s afraid that you’ll feel like he used you because he didn’t said thank you out loud. He wanted to, though.

You came back into the living room, pick up Inara and try to feed her. But she had gone hungry for a while, it’s hard to make her open up her mouth and accept the milk.

“Come on sweetie, waiting’s over.”

By the third time you gently push in the bottle’s nipple into her mouth, only then she quiets down, and the world is peaceful as it can be again. Her small fingers curled into a fist, enjoying the bliss of finally being fed.

“I’m sorry your father is a grade ‘A’ kind of fool, but I swear he’s a genius when it’s come to his music.”

“I heard that”

“I wanna you to hear it anyway so what’s your point?”

You take a sit on the sofa and proceed to feed Inara, while Yoongi picked up her toys that litter on the floor, putting it into her basket. He realized one of her block went missing so he went on a little hunt finding it. He bend down to check under the sofa, not there. He craned his neck to check the kitchen floor, not there either.

“Yoongi, what are you searching for?”

“Inara’s block, you know the one with banana picture on it, with the letter C and D.”

“Try checking the dinner table.”

Yoongi walk in silent, eyes widen slightly when he finally spotted the said block, right under one of the chair. He went to fetch it, and his eyes frozen on your laptop.

“You found it?”

You didn’t get a response, “Yoongi?”

“Ah yeah, I found it. Hey, what’s you’re working on your laptop?”

“Chemistry essay, I guess I’ll be staying up late tonight, I’m waaaay behind due dates.”, you sigh.

“Essay? I thought you finished it the first week after we got the task.”

It caught you off guard how Yoongi know about it, you wanted to ask how did he know, but thinking that maybe he heard it from someone around campus. It was no shock you’re not someone who likes to procrastinate a lot, and yes you did finish your essay, but it wasn’t yours, not anymore at least.

“I umm, the file got lost.”

“What, really?”

“Yeah, I left my laptop on all night and umm it shut down. The file got lost.”, you advert your gaze to Inara who’s still drinking her milk quietly, not wanting to make any eye contact with Yoongi.

“That…doesn’t sound like you.”

“I was too tired that night.”

“And you didn’t save a backup?”

“No…”

“Are…you lying?”

Your eyes snapped open, how can Yoongi see through you so easily? If anyone else asks the same question, they stop right after they were told that you lost the file, no further question. But again this is Yoongi, nothing about him is ordinary. You were really taken back how much he can tell when you’re not genuine about yourself, how? Should you be afraid when you’re in front of Yoongi you’re this vulnerable?

The small push on your hand makes you look to Inara again, properly this time. She had finished her milk and was smiling widely to you.

“All full, spark?”

Yoongi scoffed, crossing his arm, “What do you take my daughter as, a puppy?”

“Then I better call the genius world record or something because this will be the cutest puppy ever known to mankind. Right sweet melon? Right? Who’s the cutest? You are, my pumpkin pie, cutest ever!”

“Okay now I prefer Spark rather than you throwing in random nickname for her.”

“I told you, spark is the best, because you know why?”, You picked Inara up so that your eyes stare right into hers, “Inara means light, and light comes from spark! You’re gonna grow up to be the most beautiful girl ever!”

Yoongi wanted to argue, because the most beautiful girl would be the one holding her daughter now, on the sofa, hair let down freely in the most ethereal way Yoongi could ever think of, but yet he keeps his mouth shut.

☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ:⠀ ⋆.:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆ ☾

It’s not like you never met Jimin, you did before. Yoongi introduced you to his friends, which happen to be Namjoon’s friends too. You met them once when Namjoon, your closest friend in your alpha study group, introduce you. But you weren’t someone who remember name so quickly, face yeah you can recognize but name umm, that’s gonna take a while. You were grateful enough Yoongi introduce you all over again, you’re able to grasp their names by then. But that was all interaction you ever had, you don’t hang around them so much. So it is an understatement that you were shocked Jimin greeted you first. You’re surprised he know you.

“Ah you don’t recognize me huh? I’m Pa-“

“Park Jimin, sophomore best looking dance major. Hard to not know you when you’re in every gossip there ever exist on campus ground.”

“Yeah I guess that can’t be helped huh. I’m a party people after all. You’re…heading to the boys' dormitories?”

“Yoongi’s place.”

“Ah so I assume you know about his daughter?”

“Inara”, you corrected him, “Yes, been taking care of her for a while now.”

“Wow, you even know her name. I don’t get any other info than it’s a she. Hyung didn’t share much with the group, I think I get to know more than just gender considering I’ll be the best ever uncle in uncle history.”, he pouted. Cute, you thought.

“Uncle history?”

“As in the uncle there ever is, I’ll be the best.”

You can’t help yourself, it was a reflect when you let out a small chuckle, finding the boy in front of you really living up to his name.”

“Well, aren’t you charming? You’ll be the most handsome uncle there is.”

“Woah there, not most handsome, Seokjin hyung will kill me if he knows I got that title. More like the second handsome then? Seokjin hyung is a red rose, I’m just a sunflower. I can’t imagine someone choosing a sunflower over roses.”

“It is possible when the sunflower shines bright on its own.”

Jimin smiled down at you, funny that even when you’re in front one of the campus most good looking guy, your mind still thought of Yoongi. How Jimin’s smile didn’t give you the same warmth Yoongi did, is it something to be worried of? Jimin hold out his hand to you, which you take in with your own in a firm handshake.

“Let me introduce myself properly. Park Jimin, the one and only roommate of Min Yoongi. Nice to meet you.”

“Y/L/N Y/N, the one and only unofficial babysitter of the daughter of Min Yoongi. Nice to meet you too.”

“Since we’re heading the same way, let me give you a ride. As a thank you for making sure Min Yoongi still function properly as a human while I’m away.”

“He did that a lot?”

“What, drinking only black coffee and survive on nothing in his system while working on his music? Yeah, that’s the ordinary life of Min Yoongi.”

You frown, you thought the burden of having to take care of a young kid affects him to live normally as a human being but no, Jimin told you it’s just the normal cycle of a Min Yoongi. It worries you, he’ll suffer from malnutrition at this rate.

“Oh but no worries, you changed his habit. Believe it or not, I found him at the newly opened café a few blocks away from the campus and get this, having lunch! I never thought I would live to see Min Yoongi have lunch”, Jimin dramatically put his hand on his heart, looking up to the sky.

“He…didnot have lunch before?”

“Never an early one, always late in the evening or he’ll have early dinner instead, after some serious music threatening of course.”

That’s weird, in your presence, Min Yoongi never miss his meal, if there’s such thing as persuading, he’s the one that persuades you to eat properly. Jimin must’ve been talking about the wrong guy.

☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ:⠀ ⋆.:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆ ☾

The knock on the door pulls Yoongi out from his trance of despair. He put away the broken shards in hand into the bin before turning to her daughter who had been smiling at her all along.

“No Inara, in this household we don’t throw mugs.”

The kid offer one of her blocks to Yoongi, to which Yoongi take it, “What am I gonna do with you huh little one?”

The knock came again and Yoongi put down the block, “Stay here, dad gonna open the door okay?”

After getting an incoherent chorus of answer from his daughter, he walks to the door, ready to invite Y/n in, but as soon his eyes landed on the person behind the door, he quickly closes it. The person outside pushes open the door, trying to hold Yoongi from closing it

“You’re dead to me”

“Aww come on, let me in.”

“No”

“I got my own share to see her.”

“Yoongi”, another soft familiar voice calls out his name and soon Yoongi opened the door as wide as it can get, a smile etched on his face.

“Oh you’re here.”

“Sorry I’m late, I met Jimin on the way here.”

Yoongi glance to the person beside you, eyes scanning him from top to bottom, “I figured. Come in, Inara had been throwing mugs again.”

You stepped in pass Yoongi right into the living room to meet a lonely kid playing on her own. She need more toys, you thought. Yoongi, on the other hand, had been struggling to close back the door.

“Hyung come one! I’m your roommate.”

“Was, as in past tense. You really think you could just leave me alone in the dorm and come back just like that?”

“I was at Taehyung’s! He need some company after his first time moving out from his parents. Anyway, not that you’re ever alone though.”

Yoongi stopped trying to close the door and look straight into Jimin’s eyes, his 1 cm difference in height gives him advantage, somehow. “10 minutes max.”

“What?”

“You got 10 minutes before I’ll kick you out again.”

“That’s not fair, I wanna play with Inara”

“Do it in 10 minutes”

He sighs before stepping inside, letting Yoongi closed the door as he walked into the living room. His frown earlier slowly turn into a wide grin upon seeing a small figure munching on kitten squeaky toy in front of the sofa. The kid stop munching when she realizes Jimin’s presence.

“Hello there”, Jimin whispered.

Inara hands out the kitten squeaky toy to Jimin, the snout wet from saliva but even then Jimin take it without second thought. “Thank you, I’m Jimin, your sunflower uncle”, he keeps his voice considerable low, like speaking out loud could scare the kid away. Inara looks at her, her mouth forms into a pout as her small hand touches Jimin’s cheek.

“Hyung, I’m gonna cry”

“Outside, not here. I’ve seen you cry and it’s nowhere comfortable.”

“How can you keep this treasure away from us, she’s such an angel.”

Jimin’s remark earned a loud scoff from both you and Yoongi. “Stay around long enough, I’m sure you’ll rephrase your words. Here Yoongi.”

You offered a mug of coffee to Yoongi, to which he took with a smile on his lips. Jimin watched the whole scene in awe, standing up to take the mug you offered to him then proceed to join Yoongi on the sofa. You sit down in front of Inara with your bag in hand and pull out a green box from it.

“Look Inara”, you shake the box and watch Inara’s eyes grow wider, her attention is definitely on you now. She throw the block in her hand away and unintentionally hit Jimin’s shin.

“Ow!”

Yoongi laughed over, his hand holding his stomach, his laugh sounds maniac to some, even to Jimin at the moment. Jimin leapt over his hyung to head locked him, to which Yoongi tried to escaped helplessly.

Ignoring the commotion behind you opened the box and pull out a cracker before handing it to Inara.” I don’t know what flavour you like, I just brought the strawberry one because well…your father like strawberry stuff, I just thought the gene got passed down.”

Inara took a bite of it before looking up at you, eyes wide and she started to talk, well more like attempt to because it all come out incoherent anyway.

“This is Strawberry flavoured. Straw-bey-ry”, you pronounced it one by one so she understand.

Inara proceed to speak unclearly, basically attacking you with her own words that only she understands. It’s cute if she’s not so aggressively swing her cracker that some of the crumbs fall down.

“You don’t like it? How about pumpkin one?”

She let out a small cry of despair.

“Okay okay not pumpkin, banana?”

Inara suddenly fall quiet, eyes sparkling, mouth open so wide that another drop of saliva fall down.

“Banana then, you really have a thing for banana huh?”

You just watched Inara quietly munching on the rice cracker. Once in awhile she offered it to you so you took a small bite of it, grimacing at the mixed taste of strawberry and saliva. Unknown to you, Yoongi and Jimin had stop their small fight to look at you, well, mostly Yoongi did anyway. Jimin look between you and Yoongi, back to you then to Yoongi again. Slowly, a knowing smile appeared.

He leaned in and whispered, “You should just date her hyung.”

“What”, Yoongi bashfully look straight to Jimin and headlock him. “Stop saying nonsense”

Yoongi didn’t have anything against you, he was sure of it. The warmth that spreads in his chest is nothing, he didn’t turn on the ac, that’s why he was sweating. Yeah, that’s why.

#bts #bts x reader #bts yoongi #bts imagines #singledadau #yoongi imagine #bts fluff #bts x y/n

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littlemeowyoons · 6 years ago

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Bonded

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff(lots of them), a drop of angst, Single Dad! AU, College! AU, Introvert! Yoongi, Tutor! Y/n

Word Count:1.8k

Series: Masterlist l Part 1 I Part 3

Pt.2-It’s a girl, dumbass

°•. ✿ .•°

It took a while for you to realize but as soon as the bottle ran out of milk, you were taken aback by the sleeping figure in your arm. You smiled softly as you take in the infant’s features, starting from its’s soft baby hairs to those closed eyes and lastly to the little pair of soft faint pink lips. Even in sleep, the peaceful feature of the infant enhanced the mint polka dot clothes she wears.

“Your back must’ve hurt, I’ll help put her back into her basket.”, Yoongi reached out his hands but you take a small step backwards.

“Ah no no it’s okay, I wanna hold her a little bit longer.”

Yoongi nod, turning his head away and scratched the back of his neck. Now what?

“I don’t want to put her down, but that doesn’t mean I want to stand all day.”, you laughed softly.

“Oh right, come sit at the sofa.”

As both of you sit down, the room fell into a deep silence again, only accompanied by soft breathings and Yoongi’s thumping heartbeat (he wish you didn’t inch closer, you’ll hear it for sure). Why is he so nervous again? Yeah yeah, his physics tutor is here, coming back after what Yoongi assumed wouldn’t and she’s holding his child. His!

“Are you gonna keep her?”

“Firstly I dunno it’s even a girl”

“Seriously Yoongi? Her clothes say it all.”

“Okay okay I don’t major in children like you.”

“It’s actually early childhood education you moron. But knowing her gender by her clothes is actually basic in life!”

“There’s unisex clothing”, Yoongi defended.

“She’s wearing a dress!”, You half yelled half-whispered and glanced downward to make sure the infant in your hand didn’t wake up from the commotion, but soon you heaved a sigh as the baby snuggled close to you, seeking warmth. That’s when it hits you that the room temperature could still be cold to the baby as their skin is still too thin.

“Hey, hand me a blanket or something. I think I saw one in the bag, the green one.”

Yoongi stand up and reached for the bag, which you left on the kitchen counter. He rummaged through it while walking back to you.

“And second, I actually don’t know if I could keep her”

He didn’t get a response, so he lifts up his head, to see you frowning on the sofa, face edged with worries while staring at his daughter. A sudden wave of warmth wash over him, but he quickly refocus on the task beforehand, his hand still rummage through the bag.

“It’s actually a towel.”

Yoongi showed you the green material in his hand, which truly, is a towel.

“It’s too small, won’t cover her feet though.”, your eyes travel upward to Yoongi’s body and stare maybe a bit too long for Yoongi’s liking.

He cleared his throat and speaks again, “Now what?”

“Take off your clothes.”

“What?!”

The baby in your hand stirred a little, whining before falling back to sleep. Once you were sure she was in dreamland again, you shoot a death glare to Yoongi.

“Sorry, but you, you want me to, take, take off my clothes?”

“The first layer, Yoongi. Your shirt is big enough to wrap her wholly.”

“O-oh”, Yoongi quickly wiggled himself out of his grey checkered print button-up shirt leaving him in his black plain shirt, and hands it to you.

“Spread it open, then put it here”, you patted a spot beside you on the sofa and Yoongi complied.

Once the shirt is layed on the sofa, you carefully put down the baby in the middle of the material, careful not to wake her up from her deep slumber. Suddenly, you froze midway and turn to him, wide eyes.

“Please say this is clean.”

Yoongi scoffed, “I just did laundry. If you come here two days ago I would've a different answer.”

“Sorry, its just...baby are sensitives to this kind of thing, we should be careful.” You then take the right side of the shirt before pulling it to the left side, slipping it under the baby’s small figure, working the same on the left side. Yoongi watched in silence as her daughter soon turned into a small bundle of burrito in his shirt, he nearly teared off, his eyes are watery just by the sight of it.

“You order a 32 weeks old smol size of burrito, sir?”, you reached out Yoongi’s daughter to him, hoping that he take it but Yoongi didn’t get the message though.

“How do you know she’s 32 weeks?”

“I assumed, infant isn’t supposed to open their eyes before reaching 26 weeks old. Since she did, that means her eyes are fully developed so she must be older. Judging from her cry, her voice is clear so that means older than 28 weeks. So yeah, 32 weeks.”

“Wow… you aren’t lying when you said kids are your passion.”, Yoongi comment quietly.

“I learnt about this Yoongi, even if you ask other students in my course, they’ll have the same answer as mine”, you retracted your hand, keeping the baby close to you.

“I’m gonna try you know”

“Huh?”

“I said I don’t know if I could keep her, I have, dare I say negative experience in this child-raising thing. But that doesn’t stop me from trying, she’s my child, by blood and I’ll keep her for my whole life.”

“Okay, sounds good enough to me”, you smiled, “Now come sit, or are you planning on standing forever?”

Yoongi slowly stride over, sitting beside you and smiled at his daughter. That’s when a question spring into your mind.

“What’s her name?”

“I dunno? It doesn’t say in the card.”

“Well, what do you want to name her then?”

“Me?”

“Yeah you, she’s your child, by blood and all”

Yoongi pondered on it for a moment before breaking out a small smile, eyes on his daughter.

“Inara…Min Inara”

“What does that mean? That doesn’t sound korean”

“It’s Arabic which means Light, the light of my life.”

“That’s…awfully sweet, I need to do a health checkup to find out if I got a diabetes hearing that.”

“What?”

“You know diabetes, the excessive glucose in blood? Cause your words just now is extremely sweet and sweetness could be associated with glucose which could cause diabetes so…”

“You know, when you explain it, you sound so much dumber than you already are.”

“Excuse me, I didn’t get a freaking five for my physics test like seriously…five? The hell did you do?”

“I wrote my name, stand up and submit the test.”

Your mouth dropped open, it was your first time asking the reason how he got a freaking five, and to be honest, you did not expect this level of unbothered. But at the same time, you shouldn’t be, he’s the great so talked Min Yoongi. Heart of stone, unemotional, hard to crack, but as someone who had been tutoring him for less than a year now, you could prove none of those gossips were true. Yoongi is…well, Yoongi. He’s unique in his own way, emits his own vibe and talk what he wants to say, not what people wants to hear. That was what you secretly admire about Min Yoongi, he shines in his own galaxy and one time, you wanted to be in his orbit though if you told him you were sure he’s gonna judge you silently, like all those sharp comeback and dagger stares.

“If I knew you were that helpless I would’ve said no.”

“Would you?”

Right, would you? You even goes all the way from the other side of the campus to the boys dormitories, almost trip at the stairs, run to girls dormitories to meet Kim Woyeon to ask her for some formulae powder because she once got pregnant and have a son for a while, you figured she would still have some left, then run back to Yoongi’s dorm to feed his daughter. You did so much already in the span of two hours, would you reject his offer way back in the past? You weren’t sure but sudden fear filled your thoughts. Why did you become so selfless when it comes to Yoongi? Why were you so submissive? No, it was an act of kindness to a friend. Min Yoongi is a friend. You were sure of it, but it scares you that you need to chant it over and over in your head as if you were convincing the fact to yourself.

“You could’ve save all the hustle and ask Namjoon instead. He’s one of the alphas too”

Yoongi snorted and lean back on the sofa, shaking his head in strong disagreement.

“You think I don’t? But I quit after like, two weeks or something.”

“Why?”

“Imagine going out to hang with your friends only to be held from sitting until you explain the definition of Newton’s first law, or solve a physics pop quiz right on the spot”, Yoongi grunt and closed his eyes. He seems traumatized by it.

“That hard?”

“You don’t know Kim Namjoon well enough, you think you do, but the truth is you don’t. You never been his student and I swear I hated going out more than before. I’m even scared to cross path with him during class hour. He’s a good guy, but without all his books and papers, yeah.”

You need to agree to the last part, that one is true.

“Different from you, you were hard, but not that extreme, I could tolerate you enough.”

“Oh really? I’m grateful to he-“

Yoongi cut in your words, “But I do consider cutting ties on the first day after your said gel pen is better than ball pen.”

You take advantage of his lack of self guard to hit him square on his upper arm, to which he grunted in response.

“How can you hold a baby and still hit me that hard?”

“I have two hands Yoongi.”

“Oh Y/n look”

You hold back whatever comeback you wanted to throw straight to his face about how gel pen is better, you almost pull out a 50 slides of presentation to support your words, but all of that was held back when you were met with a pair of the most beautiful eyes you ever seen. Those wide eyes shows that she had been listening to both you and Yoongi’s conversation for a long time. Meh, not that she’ll remember anyway, her memory storage part in her brain isn’t fully developed yet. Oh, you remembered that she’s staring at a stranger so you, for real this time hold out Inara to Yoongi, if he still didn’t take her, you swear you’ll throw the baby right at his face. Okay, no that was an extreme hyperbole.

“I…don’t know if I can hold her. I, I don’t know how.”

“It’s okay, I’ll guide. Right, so hold out your hand like this”

You tried to transfer the baby in your arms into Yoongi’s but she cried as soon as she’s halfway there. Yoongi retracted away, you could see how stress he look.

“Hey relax, okay? Baby can sense when you’re uncomfortable. Just take a deep breath”

Yoongi look deeply at you and inhale.

“And out. In, and out”

After seeing Yoongi calmed down a bit, you step closer, you socks covered feet meet his bare one.

“Okay so, an infant’s head is the heaviest part of their body because the head developed first in the womb other than other organs which develops at a slower rate, so support her head.”

Inara is safely transferred to Yoongi, his hand is under her head.

“Good, now this hand-“, you take Yoongi’s other hand that is supporting Inara’s waist awkwardly, “-hold here”, you drag it to hold Inara’s bottom as you speak.

“Bring her close to your chest, baby feels calm when they hear your heartbeat. Try it.”

Yoongi pull Inara closer to him, her head rested sideways on his chest and as that, Inara who had been wiggling around stopped.

“Is she dead? I killed her!”

“No Yoongi”, you let out a scoff along with a small laugh, “She’s relaxed. Look, you’re bonding. How does it feel?”

“It feels…calming”, you could swear you catch a faint smile appeared on Yoongi’s lips.

“Yeah, holding your child is a healing process, and actually a chance to get closer.”

“You must have got an ‘A+’ for this in your class.”

“Actually,”, you tucked in a stray strand of hair to the back of your ears, “I only learn this theoretically. I practice this umm, out of class hour.”

“Where?”

“At umm, at my place.”, you nervously fidget with your fingers.

“Your neighbourhood got a lot of kids?”

“You bet, tons of them, variety of age even.”

“Wow, I think you’re, you’re an incredible person, Y/n, just wanna put it out there.”

“Thanks Yoongi, and I think you need a tissue now.”

“Huh why-“

“Inara just barfed on your shirt.”, you giggled.

“Awh Inara! It was a black shirt!”

“Hold up, I’ll help.”

Yoongi watched you rushed into the kitchen to grab some paper towel in pure awe. Maybe, just maybe, receiving Inara out of nowhere is a blessing in disguise.

#bts yoongi #bts #bts imagines #singledad! au #yoongi imagine #bts fluff #bts x reader #bts x y/n

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littlemeowyoons · 6 years ago

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Bonded

A/N- It’s my first time posting my writing on Tumblr but I guess better late than never huh, so here you go. More is in work so please anticipate a lot.

~Fay

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff(lots of them), a drop of angst, Single Dad! AU, College! AU, Introvert! Yoongi, Tutor! Y/n

Word Count:1.7k

Series: Masterlist ll Part 2 lI Part 3

Part 1: Distress

°•. ✿ .•°

“Why own a fucking iPhone when you can’t even answer a fucking call?! Dammit!”, he breathed hard after his nth tempt to connect the line failed again, his own Samsung device was clutched tightly in hand, knuckles turning white from the pressure. Yoongi had reached that point where smashing the black covered device in hand to the wall was considered a bliss, but he was saint enough to convince himself otherwise. Not when his phone was his gateway out of this mess; the only way maybe. So he tried again; redialing the numbers, manually even.

“I swear I’ll shred your trench coat to pieces, fucking im-“

The end of the line connected midway his constant ranting.

“Oh thank God above you finally answered! What took you so long?”

“Ever heard of Bio lecture Yoongi?”, the soft voice at the receiving end answers calmly, though Yoongi knew the person was beyond annoyed.

Who wouldn’t? Multiple spam in all form of communication, texts, kakaotalk, Instagram dm; at this point, Yoongi wanted to settle down to those damn pigeons. Even Yoongi would be out of his head if it happen to him, not that it will happen in the near future or anything.

“Don’t outsmart me woman, I’m not in the mood.”

“What is it Yoongi? You know I have class at this time of the day”

“I need your help”, his breath came out breathless than ever.

“Fuck if you’re asking about the same kinetic and potential energy chapter, I’m gonna rip all my nonexistent and existent hair out of my-“

“Please…”

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You swear it took you everything not to scream out of frustration watching your phone blow off during lecture period. Plus, the same ID that keeps popping up on the lock screen adds the bitter taste. Once your professor said the word ‘thank-‘, you were already making your way out of the hall, books not even properly shoved in bag and you were sure you left your favourite baby blue Sharpie highlighter behind.

Once in the hallway, you yanked your phone out of your sling bag and slide the screen harshly, already embracing yourself for the upcoming questions and constant groaning. What you did not expect is the person on the other side panting heavily, desperate. Yoongi sounds…distress.You were still processing his jumbled words but once the word ‘please’ escaped his mouth, you froze.

That word is so rare to even pass-through Yoongi’s head, what less say it. The last time you remembered the word ever exist in his sentence, was the day he consulted you at the cafeteria. Head down, full frown and shoulder slumped was some few giveaway you could collect which equals to one thing; failed test.

You were used to people asking you questions, since you were one of the few alphas in curriculum areas. But having Yoongi, the junior of Art and Music Department, Majoring in Music Production asking you to be a full-time physics tutor is…well, unexpected. You pity him, that poor boy seems like he couldn’t breathe for goodness sake, not until you lean back to your metal seats and smile softly, not forgetting to nod along while you utter the word that Yoongi seems dread to hear, ‘Sure, when?’

You swear his eyes shine like a good measure 60 watts light bulb. But that was long time ago, you lost track how long it was though you were sure it won’t be more than a year now, hearing that Yoongi is in serious problem was the main pushover to your muscle cells.

The thing is Yoongi never beg, ever. He never sounds that desperate even when he got 5 per cent on his last two physics quiz, he never sounds this discomfort.

“I’ll be there in five”.

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You almost lost a footing while climbing the stairs up the boys’ dormitory, but you didn’t stall behind. Once room 103 is in front of you, you proceed to reach out to knock, when you heard an infant’s cry. You froze, chest rising in rapid beat from all the runnings.

“Yoongi?”

The crying was still there, you glance to check the neighbouring room number on the door, confirming that the room in front of you indeed belongs to Yoongi. So you crossed your heart and decided to knock, after all, you go with the concept YOLO. The door opened to reveal a hopelessly in despair Yoongi and a small woven basket on his dinner table, the moving mauve blanket shows that he wasn’t alone in the room, physically anyway.

Though the facts were right in front of your eyes, your mouth was sealed from emitting any word, what less sounds. You just stand there, at his doorstep, mouth agape. The cried were getting louder and the small tiny hands rising from the woven basket was doing nothing other than deepening the frown on Yoongi’s forehead.

“Come on Y/n, say something…”

Once his words registered in yourself, you took a last glance to Yoongi, before backing away into the hallway and sprint off.

“I need to go.”

“Y/n wait!”

No no no, this is bad. He thought Y/n would be different, thought she’ll understand but turns out, she ran away.

“Just…just like Hyoju.”, Yoongi whispers.

The cries from behind him gets louder and he snapped to look at the one sole thing that currently gives him a headache.

“Can you fucking shut it?!”

Yoongi growled but then retracted away from the dining table, against the wall and sliding down on his back until he reaches the floor. A sudden seed of fear bloom in his chest,

“What am I doing, am I already out of my mind? He’s just a baby, what does he even know?”, Yoongi sigh while standing and dragged himself to the basket, brushing along his slender fingers through the baby’s thin hair; his baby. The living being right in front of him is his own making, an act done without even considering about the effect. In this case, Yoongi can admit that he’s one of the few to be blame, maybe THE ONE to be blamed, fuck he was so drunk that night he can barely remember her, the mother of his child, Han Hyoju

The baby’s crying subsided a little as soon as Yoongi’s fingers make contact with the head, as if the touch of a 10-minutes-ago-newly known-father is proof that it’s safe for the little one.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what to do”, he whispered because it was a fact.

Yoongi was never a fan of kids, he was never a person-type, a typical signs of an introvert. His only source of never-ending help support is none other than his roommate, Dance Major Park Jimin. He helps Yoongi realize that age is just numbers, Yoongi; as a hyung, two years older, seeks more advice than he wants to admit. This whole two years living with Jimin, the topic of conversation never goes off if it didn’t start with Jimin encouraging Yoongi to get some sunlight on him to which Jimin always said, as Yoongi quoted “We don’t need a walking paperwhite corpse walking around campus, hyung. Go out and get some air would you?”.

It’s just that Jimin’s happy go lucky trait as well as his naturally warm smile is enough to blooms a friendship unlike Yoongi, who people would just point fingers at and said ‘cold, harsh and rock dead’ just by a mere look. Jimin don’t, however. That’s how Yoongi opened up a little to him. But now, that said roommate can’t help him, being on the other side of Korea, back in Busan his hometown for four days(though Yoongi doubt he won’t prolong it) limits Yoongi to ask for any favour to his friend. The kid in front of him will die of thirst first if he waits for Jimin. That’s what left him to his other only friend; Y/L/N Y/N.

But Yoongi could understand what you did, how you act. It’s because both Yoongi and you didn’t share more than three sentences, or on some lucky days short bickering outside of your tutoring hour. He only knows the basic things for someone to be an acquaintance; name, major and room number(because it slipped your mouth once when texting your roommate), but other than that, zero-knowledge. Jimin insisted that he asked more, to what Yoongi always dismiss, he’s too shy or scared, or maybe both.

Though Yoongi knew so much, he still labels you as a friend, which means a name listed in his life whereabouts, significant enough for him, not a nobody. He wanted to smile thinking that you’re indeed a friend to him, but it falters upon remembering you retreated away.

“I’m doomed…”

A sudden burst of the door jolted Yoongi, retracting his hand that once was playing with the baby hairs on his child’s head. You walk in, head high and face determined. You dropped off your school bag by the sofa, the usual place when you hang around Yoongi’s room after tutor session. Yoongi was overwhelmed, all his senses went numb, why did you return?

“Yoongi, does the baby comes with a bag, a pouch, anything other than the basket?”, you already made your way into the kitchen, but Yoongi still got a perfect view of your side profile from where he’s standing.

“Umm-“, Yoongi snapped out of his short trance and reached out for the mustard yellow beg that was originally in the same basket as his child when he first opens his door this morning, “Is this it?”

You glance over to him and nod, motioning him to hand it over. Once the bag is in your hand, you unzip it and pull out a baby bottle. Yoongi just watched in awe as you mixed baby formula, Yoongi assumed the grey paper bag you brought with you contained the powder formulae. He knows he shouldn’t be gawking like that, but he’s completely amazed, the fact that you came back had him racked his brain for a reason why, and now you’re going through all of this just to feed his kid. He felt small. Once the formula milk was done, you walked towards the living room and straight to the dining table, where the baby is. The red face of the baby shows just how long it had been crying.

‘Poor thing.’, you thought. You put down the baby bottle on the table, hands reached out to swoop out the crying baby and puts the nuzzle near the mouth. After some effort, the baby takes in the nuzzle into his mouth and right away the rooms fell into a deep silence.

“Aww you poor thing, starving huh? It’s okay it’s okay. I got you.”, you cooed.

Yoongi stood there dumbly, watching you feeding his own child, still confused but for sure, extremely grateful. Now if only explaining is easy enough.

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