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Yoongi KNOWS!!! Like he knows, but he can't say anything! 💔

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Summary: After the death of your brother and his wife. You find yourself adjusting to a new role in your life. A single parent to your teenage nephew. How do you help him heal? How do you help yourself heal? You're not sure. You don't think you can, until an annoying basketball coach enters your life and turns everything around.

Pairing: Basketball Coach Yoongi x Single Aunt F. Reader

Genre: Romance, Angst, Smut, Strangers to Lovers,

Warnings: Death Of Parents / Brother/ Family, Car Accident (Cause), Swearing, Explicit Sex, Arguments, Physical Fighting, Past Abusive Relationship, Talks Of Domestic Violence, Use of words, slut and whore. Sexual Harassment, talk of prescription pills. nightmares

A/N: Another filler chapter, another step closer to Yoongi learning her secret!.

“I think I'm going crazy,” Yoongi says, staring at his phone as he relaxes back on your couch for the night .

“What?” You ask, looking over at him.

“I think I need my glasses,” he says, squinting his eyes and you move closer to him on the couch cushions to look over his shoulder. “Is this your name on the sign up page for the mid-season banquet?”

“You're an ass,” you say, getting off the piece of furniture and stomping your way into the kitchen.

“I'm sorry,” he laughs, getting up to follow after you. “I'm just in shock. You're WILLINGLY going to volunteer, or did the mom's guilt you into it? Did they find out you're not actually a widow, and are they making you do it?”

“I did it all by myself,” you answer, crossing your arms over your chest.

Yoongi's mouth drops open just a bit, and then a look of smugness crosses over his face after a moment. Reaching out, he places his hand on the counter by you to lean into you.

“Did I give it to you that good the other night?” He smirks. “Does my dick hold that much power?”

You scrunch your face and lift your hand to his covered chest to where his nipple is located and effectively twist it. He swears lightly and covers the aching area as you glare at him.

“I'm just trying to support you,” you tell him. “You and Nicky, but if my efforts are just going to get me made fun of, I'll just take my name off of it.”

You reach for his phone, but he quickly holds it above his head, out of your reach.

“I'm sorry,” he apologizes again. “This is just…. unlike you.”

“Yeah, well…,” you drift off and look down at the floor. “I just want to be better for you.”

“Where the hell is this coming from?” He asks, bending slightly to look you in the eyes, and you just shrug one of your shoulders. “No, that's not good enough. Talk to me.”

“I just did a lot of thinking after meeting your friends…,” you start, but the look he shoots at you makes you stop talking.

“What exactly did you and Yeri talk about?” He questions.

“Nothing,” you lie, licking your lips, and it makes him smirk.

“WHO did you and Yeri talk about?” He asks, rephrasing his question.

“Well you clearly already figured it out,” you snap. “I'm sorry if I'm trying my best to be nothing like her.”

“You don't even have to try,” he argues. “You are nothing like her. I just don't want you signing up for things and being miserable.”

“But, I WANT to support you,” you promise him. “Just because I don't care about basketball …. I still care about you and Nicky.”

Yoongi wraps his arms around you and lifts you up on the kitchen counter. Looking at you more comfortably, he tucks some hair out of your face as you try not to look affected.

“I know you care about me,” he insists. “I also know you have a lot on your plate right now, and I'm not going to force you into things that make you uncomfortable. Banquets with the parents will probably be a nightmare for you.”

��Do you want me there?” You ask.

“I always want you there,” he answers.

“Then I'm going to be there,” you say, and Yoongi looks down at his phone again with a smirk.

“Can you even bake?” He questions after checking what you signed up for once more. “In the few months we've been together, I've never seen you bake a single thing.”

“I'm going to make my mom do it,” you inform him. “She loves doing that shit.”

“That's more like it,” he laughs, grabbing your face to mold your lips with his.

“Can we talk about no kissing in the kitchen?” Nicky says, pushing past the two of you to get to the refrigerator. “You're going to ruin my appetite.”

“You know you have been getting pretty mouthy lately,” you tell him, still sitting on the counter. “I don't like it.”

“I wonder where I get it from,” he says sarcastically, making you pull a face.

“I am not mouthy,” you argue and Yoongi snorts, causing you to shoot a glare his way. Fine, I am mouthy but you need to knock it off. It's not cute when it's aimed at me.”

“Then who can I aim it at?” He asks, and you turn your eyes to look at your boyfriend.

“Hey!” He exclaims, making you laugh. “Why are you ganging up on me?”

“Better you than me,” you answer, shrugging, jokingly.

“You know,” he says, leaning in close to your face. “There are still several open slots on the volunteer sheet for the banquet. Thank you for signing up for them.”

Yoongi smirks at you and unlocks his phone as you stare at him in disbelief. Nicky laughs as he carries on his mission to find a snack. You look between the two of them in a panic, not knowing if he was joking or not.

“You're joking, right?” You ask. Yoongi just smiles at you before walking away from you. “He's joking, right?” You ask your nephew who shrugs. “Yoongi, are you joking?” Hopping off the counter, you run out of the kitchen after him “YOONGI!”

“Cheesecakes, cookies, brownies, sheet cakes, mousses are all acceptable forms of desserts,” soup mom informs you.

“Yes, nothing that melts,” pizza dough mom says. “We can keep things warm, not cold.”

“Yeah, thanks for the advice,” you say, trying to scooch past them to enter the gym.

“I have a lot of recipes if you need them,” chicken parm offers. “BUT … it's okay if you want to use your own, of course.”

“I have it covered,” you say, backing away slowly. “I appreciate the offer, though.”

“Oh also,” soup mom continues. “Our mid-season banquet is pretty dressy.”

“Yeah,” you nod your head like you knew that. “Yeah I knew that. I'm good to go! Thanks for all your help, ladies.”

Hitting the gym doors with your back, you finally enter the gym and drop the fake smile. Walking quickly over to Mark, you sit down and watch the boys stretch on the floor. Yoongi and Jungkook both stand together, heads together, going over something in a huge white binder.

You sigh in defeat.

“How dressy is dressy when it comes to this banquet?” You ask, your friend.

“A suit and tie dressy,” he answers.

“But for me,” you specify. “What type of dress do I need?”

“One you wear,” he answers, not helping you at all.

A whistle blows, and all the boys line up against the wall. You bite your lip and try not to laugh out of panic. A dress you wear, he answers. What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

“Half way, back, all the way, back,” Yoongi instructs. “Dribble the entire way. If you lose control of your ball, it's a hundred push-ups. Do you understand?”

“Yes, coach,” they all answer in unison.

A dress you wear!

You're screwed.

911

You texted him fifteen minutes ago as you paced around your bedroom. You were so caught up in your stress, Yoongi scared the hell out of you when he came bursting into your bedroom, looking out of breath.

“Are you hurt? Is Nicky hurt? Who's in the hospital?” He asks all at once.

“What?” You ask, clearly confused.

“What?” He asks back.

“No one is hurt,” you say, shaking your head.

“What was the 911 for?” He asks, and you take his hand, pulling him to sit on your bed. “Did you have me rush over here so we could have sex?”

“You wish,” you say, moving to your closet and opening the door. “The banquet is less than four days away. I didn't know it was like … DRESSY. I thought it was only like a little dressy, but it's like DRESSY! ”

“You should really read things,” he stresses. “We use these banquets to teach the boys to be… professional and proper off the court. The parents need to set the perfect example of that.”

“I have NOTHING, Yoongi,” you say, taking a stack of hangers in your hands. “I have nightclub dresses that I use for free drinks,” you tell him, tossing the garments at him. “I have the dress you had a feast in.”

“Oh, I remember it fondly,” he laughs, catching the dress once you throw it at him.

“I have…” you start.

“Where the hell is the rest of the dress?” He asks, snatching the neon cutout dress from your hand.

“That's it,” you say.

“It's literally just strips of fabric,” he comments as he holds it up to inspect it. “There is no way this covers anything.”

“It covers enough,” you say, waving his concern away. “Then last but not least. I have a funeral dress.”

He looks up from your party, girl days, dresses to your black mourning dress, and shakes his head. Dropping the dress from your hand, you groan and fall face first onto your bed. Yoongi tucks his hands underneath you to turn you over to look down at you.

“I'm failing at this supportive girlfriend thing,” you say. “A good girlfriend would have been prepared. I should have a ‘mom’ dress, but no. Nope, I have slut and sluttier. How does it feel to be dating a whore?”

“Stop talking about yourself like right now,” he says, seriously. “You can get a new dress in time. I don't give a shit what you have in your closet.”

“Yeah right,” you say, sitting up to hold up the barely there neon cut-out dress. “You should have seen the look on your face when you saw this dress.”

“Yeah, because I kind of want to fuck you in it but … I'm a gentleman,” he says and you lightly push at his arm. “I'm serious though. I don't care about these dresses. They don't bother me.”

“I might have to miss a practice to go shopping,” you warn. “I can't miss work. Elly is training me to take over for her when she's gone on her honeymoon.”

“I can watch after Nicky,” he says like it's the most casual thing.

“I don't think that's a good idea,” you say, tapping him on the nose. “That would be suspicious. I'm sure my dad can take over for me.”

“They are going to have to find out eventually,” he says softly. “I don't want to hide you forever.”

“I know,” you agree. “I just want to cause problems for you.”

“You won't,” he promises. “I've told you before we know what the problem would be and if she tries something … she's gone.”

“Can we just,” you pause to think for a moment. “Make it through the season first. I don't want … us… to affect Nicky and his relationship with his teammates. I don't want anyone to think he gets special treatment because we're together. ”

“I get it,” he tells you, cupping your cheeks. “Get your dress. I'm sure whatever you get, you'll look great in it.”

“Okay,” you say softly.

“Now,” he says, picking up your little neon number. “Why don't you put this on and show me exactly what this covers.”

“I'm a parent now,” you tell him, taking it from his hand and standing back up from the bed. “I can't wear things like this anymore.”

“But…” you shake your head no stopping him.

“Sorry,” you shrug. “Guess, you should have met me like …. a year ago,” you tell him.

“That's not my fault,” he argues, standing up and stalks up to you, making you back up into your dresser. “Try it on for me.”

“Nicky is awake,” you push at his chest weakly.

“There's nothing wrong with just trying a dress on,” he informs you with a smirk.

“Thank you for your help, Coach Min,” you say, throwing your arms around his shoulders. “I think it's time for you to go.”

Yoongi drops his head onto your shoulder in defeat, causing you to laugh. This is what he gets for payback for scaring you about signing you up for more banquet shit. Revenge is so sweet sometimes.

“Here,” you say, handing Nicky a tinfoiled dish filled with a mix of chocolate chip and sugar cookies as you grab the other two pans of brownies and mini cheesecake cups. ‘I have the other two. Let's go.”

Carefully, you shut your car door with your hip and cautiously maneuver around the parking in your heels to get to the Heritage Center. For a ritzy building in a small town, their parking lot had pot holes the size of craters that was just waiting to take you down.

“I still have to pretend like you and coach aren't a thing, right?” He whispers.

“Right,” you confirm, walking stiffly. “How's my dress?”

“Nice, I guess,” he says. “It's a dress.”

“All you men are all the same,” you grumble as you make it to the building and climb the stairs. Pushing against the door, you and Nicky enter the historic building, and suddenly, once again, you feel as if you don't belong. The moms, who you only know by nicknames, all seem to be wearing black dresses that hit well below the knee. A few of them turn to look at the two of you, and you see how their eyes take in your lacy top burgundy dress that well, hits … above the knee.

“Oh, no,” you say more to yourself.

“What?” He asks.

“Nothing,” you smile at him. “Let's figure out where to put these.”

“It's further inside. I remember from last time when Uncle Chris and I were here,” he says and walks ahead of you, leaving you trailing behind.

As you walk further into the building, you enter the actual space setup for the dining area. Along the side, you see tables set up where you see covered dishes of what could only be food. Sighing with relief, he continues to lead the way over before you get cut off by Yoongi, grabbing both pans from your arms.

“You look beautiful,” he says.

“Thank you,” you say, stepping away from him.

He walks over to the tables, placing the desserts next to the cookies Nicky just placed down. Your nephew, however, was nowhere to be seen. Looking around, you spot him with a couple of his teammates sitting at a table by the stage at the front of the room.

“You think you're funny, don't you?” Yoongi asks, suddenly serious.

“I don't know what you mean,” you answer, feigning innocence. “Could you explain?”

“The two pictures you sent me,” he whispers, hands in his hips.

“You're the one who wanted to see me in the strappy dress so bad,” you remind him.

“What about the second one?” He asks next, and you tilt your head in confusion. “A couple of those straps were pulled down.”

“Were they?” You question. “My bad. I guess I shouldn't have sent them to you right before I left the house.”

Smiling, you leave him standing there as you walk away in search of … well …. nothing. Walking back out into the sea of parents, you exchange what you hope were pleasant smiles with some of them as you find an empty wall to lean against. Pulling your phone out of your bag, you watch your surroundings out of the corner of your eye. Watching as the parents mingle amongst themselves, talking and laughing with one another. Spying, as arms wrap, loving around waists and eyes sparkle under the lights.

Something inside of you clenches.

You've never felt so alone as you do at this moment.

“Hey, there you are,” Mark says, coming up to you.

“Look at you, looking all dapper,” you say, putting your phone away.

“I see you found a dress,” he comments. “Been here long?”

“No, thankfully,” you sigh.

“Yeah, I just got here too,” he says. “Jun got here a bit ago with his mom and her husband.”

“That sounds fun,” you say sarcastically.

“You know it,” he responds, checking his watch. “We should head in. We can get a table in the back before they fill up.”

“Good call,” he offers his arm, smiling, you slide your arm through his and he guides the two of you back into the dinning area.

As the two of you head toward a table in the back corner, you notice Yoongi do a double take as he not so subtly watches as Mark pulls your chair out for you. It makes you feel bad. It really does. You know nothing is going on. Mark knows there is nothing going on. You'll just have to make sure Yoongi knows nothing is going on. Hopefully, you can corner him sometime this evening.

“Which one is she?” You ask as you sit, tucking your dress under you. He nods his head across the room to where a pretty woman sat with a man. Nodding, you clearly recognize his son talking to them before walking off and joining his friends. “Hmmm.”

“What?” He laughs, sitting next to you.

“She downgraded,” you tell him.

“He's a doctor,” he tells you, amusedly.

“OOOOHHH, she's a gold digger,” you say, nodding your head.

“I'm a doctor,” he says, and you look at him with wide eyes.

“Are you really?” You ask.

“No,” he answers with a smirk. “I'm an electrician, but I scared you, didn't I?”

“You're so funny,” you say and nudge him with your elbow. “She's looking over here. I'm going to smile and wave.”

“Don't,” he hisses. “She'll know we are talking about her.” Lifting your hand, you wave, giving her your most dazzling smile. “You're ridiculous.”

“I hear that all the time,” you tell him as you hear your phone vibrate in your bag. Grabbing it, you unlock it, and immediately, your stomach sinks.

How's your date going?

“Damn it,” you say quietly.

“Yoongi?” Mark questions in confusion. “Why is Coach Min asking about a date?”

You flip your phone around quickly on your lap, hiding your screen, and you look at Mark. It's a look of pleading that he will drop the subject, but his look of confusion quickly turns to one of realization. “Oh my god. You and Coach Min.”

“Shhh,” you shush him. “Are you trying to start a riot? I can't run very fast in heels.”

“How long has this been going on?” He asks quietly as the other seats around you start to fill.

“A while,” you answer vaguely, and he shoots you a look. “Not long after he suspended me.”

“Damn,” he whispers. “Is that why Ara says he favors you?”

“She doesn't know,” you whisper harshly. “At least, I don't think she does. Also, he doesn't favor me.”

“I was just joking,” he says, putting his hands up in surrender.

The lights in the room dim as Yoongi steps up to a podium in front of the room. The light chatter in the room completely dies out as his presence demands everyone's attention. He didn't have to fight for their attention or their respect. He already had it. He earned it years ago, way before you, and you hope that you don't cause him to lose it all.

“Thank you all for coming here tonight,” he starts. “I wanted to start by congratulating the boys on an amazing season so far. Coach Jeon and I couldn't be more proud of how they have come together as a team to work as hard as they have. Next….”

“On a level of 1 to shit storm,” you whisper to your friend. “What would it be if our relationship came out?”

“Most won't care,” he whispers back. “You two have hidden it really well. However…”

“I know,” you agree.

“She can't go after the President's girlfriend,” he tells you. “But if looks could kill …. you'd be gone right now.”

Your eyes sweep around the room until they land on Ara and her husband sitting not too far away from you. It takes everything in you not to glare back at her. SItting up straight, you take a deep breath and try to focus your attention back on Yoongi, who was finishing his speech and making way for a guest speaker.

“It's none of my business,” he whispers. “But, did something happen between them?” You look at him, trying not to give anything away. “I always thought something was … off between them. She was constantly trying to be … I don't know … clingy, I guess with him, and I literally watched him run from her once before.”

“Don't make me answer,” you say, playing with your phone in your lap.

“Everything makes so much sense now,” Mark sighs.

“I didn't mean for this to happen,” you say. “I tried to scare him away, but for some reason…”

“I don't blame him,” he says. “I was going to ask you out, but you scared the hell out of me.” You laugh quietly at that. “Don't tell him I said that. He kind of scares me, too.”

“Your secret’s safe with me,” you promise.

“And so is yours,” Mark promises back.

Looking around the room, maybe Mark was right. Maybe the other parents wouldn't care that you and Yoongi were together. Maybe it would be freeing to let the secret out. Maybe you could have local dates instead of sneaking away after away games, hoping you don't get caught. It was a BIG maybe, but it was still a maybe.

Fixing your dress in the mirror, you walk out of the bathroom and head down the hallway, leading to the front of the building. It felt nice to get up and walk after sitting through three guest speakers and dinner. Unfortunately, you didn't get a chance to talk to Yoongi, and there was no way you were going to text him to knock it off about Mark. Texting can lead to miscommunication. It needs to be done in person.

“Well, hello again,” Ara's husband says, stepping beside you.

“What do you want?” You ask, crossing your arms and taking a step back from him.

“You don't need to be hostile,” he says, looking you up and down.

“And you don't need to be in my space,” you snap. “Go back to your wife.”

“Did Min not do it for you?” He asks with a laugh. “Moved on with Mark?”

“You can think what you want,” you say, turning away to continue your journey.

“Tell me,” he says, stopping you and backing you up against the wall. “After Mark, who's next, and where do I fall in your line up?”

You stare at him, jaw hard, teeth clenched.

“You'll never fall in my line up,” you grit out.

“Why's that?” He asks, leaning into, trapping you, making you almost feel claustrophobic.

“Because,” you laugh humorlessly, trying to calm your breathing. “Your dick isn't going to work.”

He raises an eyebrow in amusement.

Swiftly, you bring your knee up between his legs, effectively nailing him where it hurts the most. Dropping to his knees, he makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat as you flatten yourself back against the wall, heart racing.

“What's going on over here?” Jungkook asks, jogging over to the two of you.

“Fucking bitch,” he coughs out.

“Y/N,” Jungkook says softly, touching your shoulder.

“He…. he…” you don't finish before you bolt down the hallway and out the main doors.

You run around to the back of the building and tuck yourself into a corner. The light brick catches the material of your dress as you hide yourself, trying to make yourself small in the darkness. You haven't felt like this in so long. Why did you let him get to you? You should be beyond this.

You need to focus.

You need to breathe.

In and out.

In and out.

You're not in danger.

You handled it.

You were never in danger.

You handled it.

Sitting on the ledge of the building, you rest your head against the hard, rough surface and take in the cold, evening air. You can't believe you ruined this night for Nicky … for Yoongi. Why are you such a failure? Why do you ruin everything you touch?

“Y/N,” Yoongi calls out, and you cover your mouth as the tears escape. “Y/N!”

You don't say anything. You need him to go away. He has many more important things to deal with right now. You didn't need to be his burden right now.

“Doll, where are you?” He asks, voice sounding closer. Your hitching intake of breath, giving you away, has his footsteps hurrying against the fallen leaves on the ground, making them crunch under his weight. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him round the corner and push yourself further into the corner of the building. “Doll?”

“I'm sorry,” you say, weakly.

“What happened?” Yoongi asks, trying to pull you away from the building, but you shake your head at him so he stops. “Kook is dealing with Ara and her husband. He won't let me anywhere near that son of a bitch.”

“I'm sorry,” you say again. “I ruined tonight.”

“You didn't ruin anything. No one knows anything is going on,” he promises. “Everyone is enjoying dessert and talking. Now, what is going on?”

Yoongi takes off his suit jack and maneuvers it around your shoulders.

“He … called me a slut,” you tell him, not meeting his gaze. “He trapped me against the wall, asking me when it was his turn. So, I kneed him.”

“That mother fucker,” he spits out and stalks away from you.

“Yoongi, don't” you say, chasing after him. “Everyone is here. The boys are here.”

“I can't NOT do anything,” he says, continuing his journey back into the building.

“Yoongi,” you plead.

“Not this time,” he says, walking away from you.

Following after him, the two of you enter the building once more and enter a small room that you hadn't noticed before. Right away, you notice Jungkook getting berated by Ara while her husband stood there silently, letting it all happen. It wasn't until she saw you that she was ready to turn her fury to you, but Yoongi was ready.

“I have the code,” Yoongi said. “Let's bring up the security camera.”

“EXCUSE ME!” Ara snaps, stepping up close to him. “Are you calling my husband a liar? She threw herself at him, and when he turned her down, she attacked him.”

Yoongi pursed his lips and cocked his head to the side.

“Then the footage will tell us exactly that,” Jungkook says.

“No,” her husband says, pulling her back to his side.

“No?” Yoongi questions, running his tongue over his teeth. “Why not? If Y/N physically ‘attacked’ you unprovoked at a sports function, she will be kicked off the team. Kook, bring up the footage.”

“I said no,” he snaps. “Ara, get our kid and let's go.”

Her husband storms out of the room, and Ara looks furious as she watches him go. Turning back, she looks at Yoongi, and you swear you could see steam coming out of her ears.

“You better count your lucky stars that I don't kick you off the team for this,” Yoongi hisses at her.

“I didn't do anything,” she snaps.

“If I ever see your pathetic excuse of a husband anywhere near Y/N or my team again, you are gone, Ara.” Yoongi informs her.

“He should be allowed to see his son play,” she argues.

“And Y/N shouldn't be afraid that he's going harass her again for the THIRD time,” he growls. “I suggest you go get Jake, go home and think … really think if this is something you want to continue.”

“What happened to you?” She asks. “You changed after she came along. Things used to be so good around here.”

You put your head down at her words, unwilling to meet anyone's looks.

“Go, Ara,” Yoongi points to the door until she finally gives in and walks to the exit of the room. “Also, I think this is probably his last season.”

“Are you kidding me?” She glares at him.

“Players are complaining about him,” Yoongi tells her. “He doesn't want to listen or focus. He doesn't want it anymore. Frankly, I think we are all wasting our time.”

She stands there at the door and laughs, but clearly, it's not out of amusement. Looking over at her, you see her look between you and Yoongi as if she was trying to dissect what was going on between the two of you. Her eyes zero in on his jacket around your shoulders and it's as if realization sets in. Nodding her head, she leaves the room and leaves the three of you standing in an awkward silence as the door slams shut behind her.

Shit!

You think she figured it out.

“...... invited the whole team. So, can I go?” Nicky asks as you walk into your house.

“What?” You ask, clearly not paying attention to what he was saying. “I'm sorry. Can you say that again?”

“Are you okay?” He asks, throwing his suit jacket on the chair and kicking his dress shoes careless off.

“... Yeah,” you nod.

“You know my counselor at school says it's okay not to be happy all the time,” he explains. “You can even be happy, sad, and mad all in the same hour, and it's completely fine.”

“Well, are you happy?” You ask him, and he nods.

“Yeah, I'm happy right now,” he answers. “Are you happy right now?”

Pause.

Do you lie?

Fuck, you're tired of lying.

“No,” you whisper, eyes watering. “I'm not.”

Your nephew wraps his arms around your shoulders and gives you a pat on the head. You're not sure why, but it makes you laugh and cry at the same time. What did he become old enough to try and comfort you?

“And that's okay,” he tells you, repeating words he learned from his guidance counselor. “Now, like you always tell me. Go to bed, you need sleep.”

“But…” you try, wiping your eyes.

“Goodnight,” he says, dismissing you.

“Nice try,” you say, pointing your finger down the hall before you lock the front door and making your way down the hall into your own bedrooms. You look in the mirror hanging above your dresser and sigh. “It's okay. It's okay.”

It's still not okay.

It's never going to be okay.

No matter how much you lie to yourself.

Your wet hair hangs over your shoulders as you sit in the middle of your bed. Your look at the orange pill bottle in your hand. Sleep didn't come easy on nights like these. You haven't used the sleeping pills hidden away in your bathroom in forever. In fact, you hate them. You think that they make your nightmares worse. They make your monster in the closet seem all too real in those dreams. You would just rather deal with the insomnia, but tonight was … bad. It was just so fucking bad. You just wanted to sleep but you didn't want to risk it. You didn't want to risk seeing him … not Ara's husband but … him, Jay. Sucking in a shuddering breath, you lean your forehead against your hand, examining the bottle in your hands. Letting out a silent cry, you close your hand around the object. How can such a small object that will dictate how hellish your night will go?

“Doll?” Yoongi asks, coming into your bedroom. Your head snaps up, tears flowing down your cheeks, and knuckles white around that orange container. “Nicky texted … I used the spare key…”

“Yoongi,” you cry.

You don't even register that he moves from the doorway before his arms are wrapped around you and you're sitting in his lap. You wrap your arms around his shoulders tightly, pressing yourself as close as you could to him. You needed his warmth, that warmth you had at the bonfire. The one you had on the nights he spent the night with you. Your arms slide under his shirt, finding his bare skin, seeking his warmth there.

“Hey,” he says. You shake your head. He gently takes your arms and pulls you away from him so he can look at you. “Look at me, doll. What's going on? Kook said you looked scared and frozen earlier. Honestly, you scared me too … you still are.”

“I'm sorry,” you whisper.

“What's this?” He asks, taking your occupied hand in his, opening it to reveal your pill bottle.

“I can't sleep sometimes,” you tell him.

“It's okay,” he tells you. “It happens. Sometimes, we need help to sleep.”

“No,” you shake your head. “You don't understand. They give me nightmares.”

“Doll, nightmares aren't real,” he says gently with a small smile.

“Mine are,” you whisper back, and his smile fades, staring at you seriously.

“Well,” he licks his lips and takes the bottle from your hand before placing it on your nightstand. “Let's try not using them then. Let's lie down, try to sleep, and see what happens.”

You move off his lap and watch as he lies down on his side facing you, waiting for you. Taking a deep breath, you lie down facing him, pressing yourself as close as you can get to him once again. His leg slides comfortably between yours, and your hand finds your way up the back of his shirt once more. Searching for that warmth.

“How long can we stay like this?” You ask, face pressed against the soft fabric of his shirt.

“Forever,” he whispers into the hair at the top of your head.

Closing your eyes, you finally feel that warmth and you'll be damned if your ever going to fucking lose it.

You're going to keep it.

Forever.

《Chapter 16》

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You don't have to answer but can I ask when your one shots will be out? I know you said you have writers block so I don't want you to feel pressured. Love your stories!!!

Thank you, I dont mind. Love at first event will be the first one out. Im currently at 7000 words on that. My problem is I keep debating how long a one-shot should be. I was aiming for 15000, but honestly, I dont see that happening. I've been writing on it, and I'm hoping to have it out in July. Im aiming for my 1 year anniversary of Whispered Secrets of July 15th. ❤️🩷💙💓

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I could only imagine what type of advice they were giving him on how to approach her! 🙄🤣 Im sure she has seen it all.

Oh, you know she has, and it probably wouldn't have worked!! Lol. They are each other's biggest hype men, though. It's the thought that counts.

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Yoongi is such a sweetheart 😻 the ex girlfriend seemed very toxic and not really caring about him. I really liked when Sunshine compared her behavior towards Yoongi with the behavior the ex had. Of course, I don’t think Sunshine is remotely like the ex, but it is good she identified the things that she wants to change or improve for Yoongi.

Right! We already saw that she would not let him quit coaching. They will definitely be having a conversation in the near future.

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Im so happy we got to learn some of Yoongi's past! It shows that he was always amazing, and he found someone who truly appreciates him. Great chapter.

Yeah, I figured he had to come out of a crap situation to end up with Ara for a hot minute. 🤢 Sunshine really does appreciate him. Thank you ❤️

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MNDI 🔞

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Summary: After the death of your brother and his wife. You find yourself adjusting to a new role in your life. A single parent to your teenage nephew. How do you help him heal? How do you help yourself heal? You're not sure. You don't think you can, until an annoying basketball coach enters your life and turns everything around.

Pairing: Basketball Coach Yoongi x Single Aunt F. Reader

Genre: Romance, Angst, Smut, Strangers to Lovers,

Warnings: Death Of Parents / Brother/ Family, Car Accident (Cause), Swearing, Explicit Sex, Arguments, Physical Fighting, Past Abusive Relationship, Talks Of Domestic Violence, mentions of sex work

A/N: So, this is just a random filler chapter that came out of nowhere during my time of writers blockage. I know what my next 'big ticket' is going to be, but these damn in between chapters are killing me! Enjoy!

SMUT!

Bangtan Ravens

Undefeated

7-0

“You didn't have to bring anything,” you say, pulling into your parents' driveway.

It felt like a successful week for you. Ara was quiet when she came back from her suspension, effectively leaving you alone. In fact, you don't think that she even made eye contact with you. Nicky asked if he could talk to the school counselor. You were so proud of him taking that step all on his own. You even felt a little lighter. Not much, but you found yourself breathing easier. Yoongi still looked at you with something that you couldn't put your finger on. He knew you still had secrets that you weren't ready to let him in on yet and you weren't ready yet. Those ones were still locked away. Your ugly scars that you didn't want to expose him to. No, you weren't ready for that yet.

“It's my first time going to your parents,” he says from your passenger seat. “It would be rude to show up empty-handed.”

“Fuck, you're perfect,” you grumble, turning your car off. “Ready to get this over with?”

“Don't sound so excited,” he jokes.

“I'm …. not responding,” you say, climbing out of your car with him following close behind. Wiggling your fingers nervously, you walk up the steps leading Yoongi up to the door. Placing your hand on the door knob you turn to him with a serious expression. “We can turn back and run right now?”

“I have already met your family,” he says. “It's going to be fine.”

“But we will be outnumbered,” you tell him, and he nods at the door handle. Sighing, you turn the knob and open the door. “We're here.”

“You actually made it on time,” your mom says, looking at her watch. “Early, even.”

“His fault,” you comment. “He's trying to impress you.”

Yoongi looks at you quickly before lightly elbowing you.

“Or he just has manners,” she argues back and walks over to greet the two of you. “You didn't have to bring anything.”

“It's no problem,” he replied politely while handing her a tupperware container full of smoked brisket. “My friends and I barbecued a bunch of meat before we had to put the grill and smoker away for the year.”

“Oh, you cook,” you mom comments, ushering in toward the dining room while looking back at you and winking. “You'll have to teach my husband a thing or two. I don't think he can even work a can opener.”

“So, sunshine gets it from grandpa?” Nicky jokes as the three of you make it to the table.

“Very funny,” you and your dad say at the same time.

“Good win today for the both of you,” your dad congratulates.

“We are untouchable,” Nicky says, taking a plate from your mom, who was passing them out to everyone.

“Absolutely not,” Yoongi disagrees. “The moment you start to think like that is the moment you will start making little mistakes, and those little mistakes will add up.”

“Listen to him, Nicks,” your dad says as he places dishes of food on the table. “Winning is a great high, but you need to keep that focus. Always focus on that next win because it's not guaranteed.”

“I know, but it’s fun,” he whines.

“Everyone dig in,” your mom cuts in. “Tell us about this camp you mentioned.”

“NBA players have gone to this camp,” Nicky explains. “And sunshine has to sell feet pictures for me to go. I don't know why someone would want to buy a picture of her feet.”

Both you and Yoongi practically choke on your food while Chris and Elly, who were across from you, were trying not to laugh. Your mom reaches over the table to slap you gently on the arm.

“It was a joke,” you defend yourself.

“How much is it?” Your dad asks, and you shake your head no.

“No,” you shut him down. “I want to do this on my own. I might have to get a second job, but I can do it. I need to start to be more independent.”

“Get a second job where?” Elly asks, and you smirk at her.

“I think that massage parlor off the highway gives happy endings…,” you joke.

“Y/N!” Your mom snaps.

Everyone besides your mom and Nicky laugh.

“What's a happy ending?” Nicky asks.

“Nothing…. Don't worry about…What?...Eat your food,” came several replies to the teenager's question.

“I'll just google it,” he threatens, making your mom slap his arm lightly.

“Look at what you did,” she says, pointing her fork at you.

“Oh, come on,” you roll your eyes. “He has parental controls on his devices.”

“So, it has something to do with THAT,” he comments while looking at his plate while nodding to himself.

“Everybody just eat your food,” your mom grumbles, making you and your brother laugh silently.

“Welcome to the family,” you whisper to Yoongi, and he shakes his head at you doing as your mom asks.

“What made him change his mind about the pictures?” Chris asks as he looks at Nicky going through your parents' photo albums.

“I don't know,” you play dumb. “Maybe he decided that it was just time.”

Yoongi's thumb gently drags across your shoulder with his arm slung around the back of your chair.

“I think it's great,” Elly comments. “I want to put their pictures out on a table at the reception, but I didn't want to upset anyone.”

“Dessert?” Your mom asks, coming into the room with some pie.

“No thank you,” Yoongi says.

“Are you full?” She asks, slicing the pie for everyone else.

“I'm…uh….” he fumbles a bit.

“He's not a fan of sweets,” you say, speaking up for him. “You're not going to offend her. It's fine.”

“That explains why you're with my sister,” Chris jokes. “You like bitter and sour.”

“Oh, ha ha,” you laugh an obnoxiously fake laugh. “Fuck off.”

“You both need to knock it off,” your mother chides, placing the dessert in front of everyone except Yoongi and your dad, who was with Nicky.

“Anyway, I went into the office today to check my voicemails,” Elly tells everyone before side-eyeing your brother and giving you a look of pure disgust. “Guess who I had an inquiry from?”

“Let me guess,” you smile. “Dated someone we all know and has crazy eyes.”

“Did Chris's ex-girlfriend call?” Your dad asks, coming back to the table.

“She wasn't crazy?” Your mom argues. “She was just a little … off.”

“She was worse than Ara,” you whisper to Yoongi, making him laugh.

“Please tell me you didn't call her back?” You father questions, sitting down and cutting himself a slice of pie. “I won't work for her. She was weird. Remember when we caught her watching him when he was sleeping.”

“Whatever happened to her?” You mom asks, and you look away trying to look innocent.

“I don't know,” your brother answers. “It's almost like someone hit her with a hockey stick and chased her down the street.”

“Y/N!” Your mom exclaims. “Did you hit her with a hockey stick?”

“I believe it,” Yoongi says, nodding.

“Y/N, did you hit Yoongi with a hockey stick?” She asks next.

“NO!” You proclaim and then point your finger at your brother. “You little snitch. She literally broke into the house when you were gone and tried to attack Elly. She had her by the hair and everything.”

“That's true,” Elly speaks up, agreeing with you.

“I love Elly. I wasn't going to let her get hurt,” you explain. “So, I … you know…” You swung your hands in a swinging motion. “I didn't hit her on the head or anything.”

“Sunshine is a badass,” Nicky calls from where he was settled on the couch.

“Language,” you all call back.

“And what about Yoongi?” She asks.

“Oh, she didn't hit me, and I scared her,” he explained quickly. “It was super late. It was my fault.”

“Is there anything else I should know since we're spilling secrets?” Your mom asks, looking between you and your brother.

You glare at Chris, making a subtle stabbing motion with your fork until he finds his pie rather interesting.

“Nope,” he answers, and you shake your head no, agreeing with his lie.

Your mother jabs your pie with her fork, not believing the two of you. Smiling innocently, you feed Yoongi a small piece of the sweet apple pie, and the look he gives you tells you everything you need to know. He doesn't believe you either, and all it does make you shrug.

“How much is the camp?” Your mom asks as the two of you do the dishes.

“Twelve thousand dollars,” you answer. “Possibly more. It was twelve thousand years ago, so it's probably more now.”

“Nicky seems to think he can get in,” she says.

“Yoongi has a lot of faith in him,” you answer, drying your hands off on a towel and looking out the window above the sink. Yoongi and Nicky were playing basketball against your dad and brother. You could hear Elly cheering Nicky on and Chris bitching at her about not cheering him on. “They have come up with a whole training schedule.”

“You know he told me, right?” She questions softly, and you look at her confused. “He told me that he was rude to Yoongi and that he felt bad.”

“He apologized,” you tell her and she nodded.

“I'm glad that the both of you have someone to open up to,” she sniffles. “Does he know… everything?”

“No,” you answer, turning away to wipe down the counter.

“You should tell him,” she suggests. “You don't have to be scared. He won't run.”

“He'll look at me differently,” you say, shaking your head.

“No,” she argues.

“Yes,” you argue back. “He'll pity me. I don't want him to see me as some idiot weak person who stayed….”

“Stop,” your mom says, grabbing your shoulders. “He would never see you like that. None of us see you like that.”

“I'm scared,” you whisper as she hugs you.

“That's understandable,” she says, smoothing your hair much like she did when you were young. “But he's still going to love you.”

“He doesn't love me,” you laugh and sniffle.

“I would beg to differ,” she says, pulling away and hitting you lightly with the towel you had a minute ago.

Turning, you look back out the window and watch him talk with your dad. Your dad, who was always so quiet and stoic around your exes, was patting Yoongi on the back and laughing with him. You shake your head. You think your mom is nuts.

There is no way Yoongi is in love with you.

….. is he?

“Well other than finding out, you're a pro at wielding a hockey stick. I think it went well,” Yoongi jokes, as you pull into his driveway.

“Did you really hit her?” Nicky asks from the backseat.

“Yes,” you answer. “She was crazy.”

A knock on your window has you turning to look out your window to see Coach Jeon…errr maybe you should say Jungkook standing outside your car waving happily. Hitting your button, you roll your window down, and he immediately reaches in and over you to give Nicky a high five.

“Have you asked her?” He asks Yoongi.

“Ask me what?” You ask back, and the tattooed man shakes his head.

“Of course he didn't. We think he's embarrassed of us,” he says.

“Of course I'm embarrassed of you,” Yoongi agrees. “You're going to scare her off.”

“Can someone fill me in?” You question looking between the two friends and roommates.

“My friend and his wife are having a bonfire tomorrow night,” Yoongi informs you. “Everyone wants to meet you and Nicky.”

“Tomorrow?” You ask, suddenly scared.

“Cool. Can we go?” Nicky asks, looking at you.

“I wasn't planning on going,” he glares at Jungkook, who just smiles.

“They're okay with Nicky tagging along?” You question looking at your nephew and the two men.

”Yeah,” Jungkook confirms. “Yoongi doesn't shut up about the two of you.”

“Shut up!” Yoongi hisses, making you slightly red and Nicky laugh. “Nicky will fit right in. In fact, I think he is probably more mature than some of them.”

“I think I should be offended, but it's true,” Jungkook says and taps your car door lightly. “Hope to see you there.”

“It will be less stressful than tonight's dinner,” he promises. “We don't have to stay long. I know it's last minute, but I figured you wouldn't want to go. So, I wasn't going to bring it up.”

“Are you nervous, sunshine?” Nicky asks.

“Yes, I'm nervous,” you say. “I'm not going to fit in with your friends. I barely fit with you.”

“That's not true,” he says.

“I'm used to bikers, not frat boys,” you joke, making him roll his eyes at you.

“He came to dinner with us because it's important to our family,” Nicky comments. “This is obviously important to them.”

Why the fuck is he so wise?

“Okay,” you say. “Just a bonfire, right?”

“Yeah,” he answers. “There will be ten of us, including the two of you.”

“Sorely outnumbered,” you mumble to yourself. “Nothing fancy?”

“Nothing fancy,” he promises.

“Will there be s'mores there?” Nicky asks.

“I'll make sure of it,” Yoongi answers and looks back at you.

“Okay,” you agree, with a pounding heart. “Let's meet your friends.”

With a devastating smile, he squeezes your hand, and for once, you think you made the right choice.

It was fancy.

The large house sat back far off the road in the middle of nowhere. Almost too far back for your comfort in your opinion. You think the closest neighbor was at least ten minutes down the road, and that was kind of scary since you don't know these people.

“Are you okay?” Yoongi asks, as the three of you walk up the long gravel driveway, making your way around to the back of the house.

“Yeah, why?” You ask back, eyes scanning the darkness of the area.

“Because, you're squeezing my hand so hard that I can barely feel it,” he says.

“Sorry,” you apologize, trying to let go, but he holds on, not letting you let go. Trying to loosen up, you suddenly freeze mid step, making both males look at you. “I didn't bring anything. You brought something to my parents. I didn't bring anything.”

“You didn't need to,” he assures you. “You being here is enough.”

“If you want to leave early, I can fake sick,” Nicky offers.

“You shouldn't offer that in front of him,” you tell him as you nod discreetly at Yoongi, who knocks your shoulder with his own.

“Oh, good point,” your nephew says.

“You both are being ridiculous,” Yoongi comments. “Once you get to know them, I promise they are not intimidating.”

“What's taking so long?” Jungkook asks, running up to your little group as the gravel crunches underneath his feet. “We heard your car pull up a bit ago. Some of them are taking bets that you chickened out.”

“That's rude,” Yoongi replies.

“Come on,” he urges, throwing an arm Nicky's shoulders and directing the three of you around to the back of the house. Yoongi's hand molds around your hip, as the two of you follow silently toward the dancing shadows in the backyard. “Look who I found. I told you they would show.”

“I knew they would show,” a new voice pops up as a beautiful blonde with a stunning smile comes to a running halt in front of you. “No wonder Yoongi kept you to himself. You're too beautiful for the old grandpa. I'm Jimin.”

“Back off,” Yoongi sniffs in annoyance.

“Yeah, back off, Jimin,” another man with dark floppy hair says. “We both know she would pick me. I'm dark and mysterious. Hello, I'm Taehyung.”

“Both of you back off. I told you to behave tonight,” a deep voice cuts in. “Yeri, worked hard on everything, so Y/N and Nicky will feel comfortable. Don't ruin it.”

“Sorry, Joon,” they both say.

“Do you like fireworks, Nicky?” Taehyung asks.

“Ummm,” You say, suddenly nervous again.

“It's okay,” Jungkook assures you. “We all still have all our limbs intact.”

Before you can object, the three men drag your nephew off into the darkness.

“Don't worry. We will watch the children,”another new voice calls out as two new men walk after the group who were with Nicky.

“I don't know if I like that,” you say, pointing to the retreating group.

“It's okay,” Yoongi tells you. “Jin and Hobi won't let anything happen. They will keep Nicky away from anything dangerous. Sorry, Y/N, this is Namjoon. He and his wife Yeri invited us tonight.”

“I didn't bring anything,” you blurt out, causing the much taller man to give you an inquisitive stare before laughing.

“It's just a bonfire,” he says. “Don't worry about it.”

“Told you,” Yoongi whispers against your hair.

“Joon help,” a very pretty and very pregnant woman says as she steps out of the house with a tray of food in her hands. “Oh Yoongi’s here. Never mind, Yoongi, help, please.”

“I wouldn’t drop it,” Namjoon argues, looking put out.

“Of course you wouldn't,” she laughs nervously and looks at you. “Hello, I'm so happy you came. I've been telling Yoongi to bring you over for weeks now.”

“Thanks for inviting us,” you say, giving her an awkward smile.

Several booms and crackles fill the night air, causing the four of you to jump in surprise as the fireworks explode in the sky above. Yeri grabs her stomach in surprise and laughs while shaking her head.

“I told them not to bring those damn things, but do they listen? No,” she grumbles. “No, they never listen to me.”

“Everyone is fine,” someone yells out.

“Why don't you two go off and play with the rest of the boys and leave us alone,” Namjoon's wife suggests, and Yoongi gives you a look. Yeri sighs and pushes him gently. “She's fine.”

“Are you okay?” He asks, ignoring his friend's wife, and you nod.

“See, she's good,” Yeri answers, taking your hand in hers, guiding you to a wicker couch where Yoongi had placed a tray of food in front of on a table with several other covered dishes. “Give us a head start on the food before you come back. You know how they eat everything.” She waves them off with much of a second glance before focusing on you. “You don't have to be nervous.”

“I'm not,” you lie.

“As much as he talks about you, I feel like I should know you already,” she laughs.

“And what exactly does he say about me?” You ask, suddenly on alert, and you think that she can sense it.

“Everything and nothing at the same time,” she says cryptically.

“That isn't confusing at all,” you tell her.

“He said he pretty much knew you were the one when he almost had to kick you out of practice for swearing at him that first week of basketball,” she laughs recounting his tale of one of his first encounters with you. “He never really talked about any of the parents, but boy, did he talk about you.”

“Yeah, I don't make the best choices,” you admit.

“It's amazing,” she said, filling two plates for the two of you. “Yoongi hasn't really dated since his bitch of an ex broke up with him. When he has gone on dates he wasn't … excited about any of them. You've brought back a light to his eyes.”

“He hasn't talked about an ex,” you say, accepting the plate of food. “He mentioned a breakup once, but that's all.”

“I'm not surprised,” she says. “None of us liked her. She was demanding and rude. Yoongi is really great. We watched him give his all to her, and she took and took, but she never gave anything in return. All she did was bitch about him coaching basketball and she wanted him to quit to spend more time with her. She bitched about how he wasted her weekends during the season. He would beg her to come to the games but she always said she had better things to do.”

Your heart stops, and you take a bite of the cheese and crackers that you assembled from your plate as her words echo in your head. His ex hated basketball. His ex hated basketball. His ex hated basketball. You didn't hate basketball. Not like that. You hated the competitiveness of it all. You hated the parents. You didn't hate that he coached it. Were you just as bad as her?

“Is that why they broke up?” You question.

“Surprisingly, no,” she scoffs. “He was running himself ragged, trying to please her. He stressed himself out so much he wasn't eating or sleeping. The guys finally held an intervention of some sort and actually got through to him. He told her things had to change, and she dumped right on the spot.”

“Oh,” you mumble quietly, wondering if he was wandering down the same path that he did before.

Fuck, man! He was just willing to give up coaching for you.

“What's wrong?” She asks, munching away at her food.

“Nothing,” you lie. “I'm happy he never quit. I think he's done wonders for Nicky.”

“And you have done wonders for my little grumpy friend,” she laughs, making you smile.

Loud booms echo through the night, causing you both to jump once more. You have to quickly steady the plate in your lap so it doesn't fall to the ground. Looking over your shoulder, you see a burst of bright colors as they whirl into the dark sky until they fizzle out into nothingness.

“I really, really don't like that,” you say, looking into the darkness to see if you can see any sign of your nephew. “I don't know when I turned into my mother. I did worse stuff than play with fireworks at his age.”

“Yoongi will keep him safe,” she says with a laugh. “Can I let you in on another little secret?”

“Sure,” you say warily.

“Yoongi and the guys are like brothers. They tell each other everything, and Joon is a little gossip, who tells me everything,” she explains with a smile. “He told the guys about you right away, like I said. He also told them that he clocked right away that you didn't have a ring on your finger.”

“What?” You laugh.

“Yeah,” she confirms. “When he found out that you were his aunt and not mom, the guys were literally trying to give him ideas on how to approach you, but his damn pride in his stupid handbook wouldn't let him.”

“His handbook,” you shake your head. “I hate that thing.”

“He's always trying to do the right thing. That's why he's so great,” she says, and then she suddenly sits a bit straighter. “Here they come. Joon was there that night at the bar when Yoongi left with you, and let's just say. He said when you walked in, Yoongi's eyes lit up like a kid's on Christmas morning.”

“He played it so cool when he approached me,” you tell her.

“Yeah, but I bet he was a nervous wreck on the inside,” she smiles and looks past your shoulder and points at them with a serious expression. “Let Nicky eat first. Have whatever you want, Nicky.”

“Thanks!” He says as his eyes light up with delight, looking at the food spread out before him.

Your eyes wander from your nephew to Yoongi, who was talking to either Jin or Hobi. You're not sure who it was, but it was one of the men who volunteered to look after the “children”. Yoongi was laughing with him and looking completely relaxed. As he should be. These are his friends, his family. You've been so caught up in your life, in your own issues. You didn't really even stop to think about his life that didn't include you or…. Ara.

You didn't even ask.

You really were selfish.

“Hey, Nicky,” the other Jin or Hobi says, coming up to your nephew. “What do you call a bear with no teeth?”

Everyone, but you groans at the question.

“A gummy bear,” he answers, never breaking his concentration on his food.

“No, no, a gumm….wait,” the man said, looking shocked.

“Nice try, Jin,” Jungkook laughs.

“Don't eat too much,” Yeri tells Nicky as he stocks his plate full. “I got us stuff for s'mores.”

“You don't have to get them just for him,” you say, shaking your head.

“Baby and I wanted them too,” she said. “Now I have the perfect excuse to have a couple or four.”

Nicky laughs and holds his hand out for a high five, which Yeri gladly accepts. You throw a look at him. He must only give high fives to everyone but you.

Fuck!

You really have turned into your mom.

The fire was toasty, and the heat emitting from Yoongi was slowly making you tired. With you perched in his lap and his thumb rubbing circles on your hip, you felt an overwhelming peacefulness. Even around his friends, who you didn't know, or you didn't have anything in common with, made you feel completely welcome and at ease. It was just friends sitting around talking and eating, enjoying each other's company.

It wasn't a booze filled party where you were doing body shots off your friend’s cleavage where guys were hooting and hollering. It wasn't a drug den where your ex's dragged you to be a look out just in case the cops showed up because you looked ‘innocent enough’ to help them get out of trouble.

No.

This was… wholesome.

“If he's having trouble with his stamina. Jimin and I have a dance studio and can really work with him on breathing and cardio,” Hoseok aka Hobi as he tells you to call him, tells you.

“Dance?” Nicky asks, making a face from where he sits with Jungkook by the fire.

“I do it,” Jungkook tells him. “It's great exercise.”

“Oh,” your nephew says, contemplating his coach's words. “Can I do it, sunshine?”

“Sure,” you answer, still soaking up Yoongi's warmth.

“Great!” Hobi exclaims. “We can work around your schedule. I can get your number later or Yoongi can give it to me.”

“You know what else Hobi can give you?” Jimin asks, squatting next to the chair where you were curled up in Yoongi's lap.

“What's that?” You ask back, raising an eyebrow.

“A picture of a certain someone in a french maid…” Jimin was cut off as Yoongi reaches over and pushes his friend over, causing him to land on his ass.

“I'm sorry, what?” You ask, more alert.

“Don't worry about it,” Yoongi answers, making most everyone laugh. “It was college… it was stupid.”

“And Hobi isn't the only one with the pictures,” Taehyung teases, shaking his phone.

“And unless you want to see if your phone will melt in the fire, I would put it away,” Yoongi threatens.

You watch Taehyung visibly gulp and pocket his phone. You don't know what to think right now. Yoongi… a …. french maid costume ??? You're intrigued, but at the same time, you're not sure if you want to know if you want to know.

“Ummm…” you start, but he shakes his head, and you laugh silently.

Laying your head back against him, you watch Nicky make another s'more for Yeri. You could feel your heart clench at how they all accepted him. How they all accepted you, and it was all because of Yoongi. With his thumb resuming the circles on your hip, you make a promise to yourself to try harder. You are not going to be his ex. You are going to dig in and find that better version of you. The version he deserves.

“Did you have fun?” Yoongi asks, coming out of your bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist as he towel dries his hair.

“Yeah, your friends are interesting, and Yeri was really nice,” you reply, staring up at the ceiling from where you lie on the bed.

“Yeah,” he agrees. “She's a gem.”

“You should find someone like her,” you comment, poking his hip with your foot. “She seems really … stable.”

Yoongi grabs your ankles, pulling you down the mattress just a bit. Climbing over you, he settles on his elbows to hover over your body. Pressing his lips against yours. your hands sink into the still dewy skin of his back.

“I already found the one I want,” he mumbles against your lips. “And I will keep reminding you as many times as I need to.”

Slithering down your body, Yoongi sinks down onto the floor until his knees hit the carpet. Curling his fingers into your shorts, he pulls them down your legs, exposing you to his gaze. With a kiss to your inner knee, he works his way up your inner thighs as you lie there watching his every move. Soon, his warm breath hits your center as his tongue licks right up the middle of your core with his eyes never leaving yours.

Your hand shoots down into his hair, holding him to you. Moaning, he swirls tongue around your sensitive bud, causing your hips to jerk and your back to arch. Yoongi takes the opportunity to run his hands up your body and under your old concert tee to grab your breasts. Fingers magically plucking at your nipples before soothingly running his palms over them, calming the pleasurable ache.

“Yoongi,” you whisper as quietly as you can, not knowing if Nicky was sleeping or not. “We don't have to…”

“Shhh,” he shushes you as he pulls away a little bit. “You promise to be quiet for me, doll?” You nod your head and bite your bottom lip. “Get on your bean bag.”

“What?” You ask, unsure if you heard him correctly.

“You heard me,” he tells you and nods his head to the corner of your room where your pink corduroy chair sits. “Go.”

You scramble up the bed to the nightstand for the condom before making it to your bean bag chair in record time. You swear you can hear him laugh at you as he locks the bedroom door. As Yoongi walks over to you, he's not shy at all about what the towel around his waist isn't hiding.

“Yoongi…” you try again.

“Shhh,” he says once more, kneeling down before you and running his thumb across your bottom lip. “Quiet doll. You promised me last time I could take my time tasting you.”

“Don't cash in on that now,” you plead, pulling him face to face and pressing your lips to his as your hands make your way into his towel.

“I should,” he groans as your hand grips him. “I should make you squirm under my tongue for an hour.”

“No,” you shake your head and place his hand between your legs, making him feel your wetness. “I'm too desperate.” His eyes darken as they lock with yours. “I. NEED. YOU.”

You watch as his mouth twitches in a small smirk. So small, that if you would have blinked in that exact moment, you would have missed it.

“Why can't I deny you?” He questions, cupping the back of your head to capture your lips as he simultaneously lays you back, covering your body with his. Your hands grab the towel at his waist and pull it off his body, tossing it off to the side. “You know that, don't you? I'll do anything you ask.”

Yoongi's hands slowly bring the hem of your old shirt up and over your head, leaving you both bare. Burying his face into your neck, his teeth nip at the column of smooth skin, making your breath hitch before he moves to the other side and sucking right below your ear.

“Fuck,” you breath out, squirming beneath his warmth.

“I will,” he chuckles, deeply in your ear. “I will.”

Reaching up blindly, he grabs the condom you tossed by your head. As he pulls away, you shiver from the lack of warmth as you watch him open the packet and roll the latex down his hardness. Your head feels a little foggy, and you try to shake it clear to gain control of the situation. To throw him down and show him how much you needed him, but before you could move, his body pinned you back against your chair.

“Shhh,” he reminds you as you open your mouth to protest.

Covering your mouth with his own, Yoongi slips his tongue into your mouth, tongue dancing insync with your own as his cock slips into you. Whimpering, he swallows your sounds as he seems to need to take a moment himself once he is completely buried in you.

“Yoongi, move, please,” you beg, softly pressing your head back into the pick fabric.

Leaning on his elbow by your head and a hand by your ribs, he slowly rolls his hips up into you. Taking his time withdrawing from you before thrusting back into you at a languid pace. He wasn't in a hurry, and the scrunched look of pure concentration tells you that he wasn't going to rush it tonight.

“Fuck, doll,” he whispers against your cheek. “You're everything I could ever want.”

Whimpering, his long strokes barely pick up in pace as his lips kiss a random trail on the skin of your neck. Bringing your hands up to his shoulder blades, you pull him down, flush against your naked front, and tighten your thighs around his sides. Using what strength you had, you move underneath him the best you could. Meeting his leisurely thrusts with your own as the two of you move together almost as one.

Dropping your head onto his shoulder, you bite your lip and sink your fingertips into the skin of his back. The ever so familiar tingle starts to take over deep within you. As your breathing picks up, your head drops back, and Yoongi's lips are everywhere. Under your jaw, your chest, anywhere they could reach.

“Oh fuck,” you say, blinking rapidly at him trying to hold off on letting the tight winding coil of pleasure snap. “I can't, I can't…”

“Let it go,” he grunts. “I'm right with you.”

Taking your lips, he shoves himself deep inside of you. His long strokes turn shallow, grinding himself against your clit. Your hands come down to slap the material beneath you before grabbing the back of his head and kissing him deeper. Moaning into his mouth, the fireworks, much like earlier tonight burst all over your body as his arms wrap around you to hold you close to him.

Lost in your haze, you feel your body jostle with a couple of sloppy thrusts before Yoongi completely slumps over you with a stuttered moan. Dropping your arms from around the back of his head, you lay tired, splayed under him, trying to catch your breath. As your fog clears, you can feel his heartbeat against your naked body as you stare up at the ceiling. Your eyes trace along the pattern in the tiles.

It was odd.

Truly odd.

It was something you have never done before.

You think… but you're not sure.

But, you think.

He just made love to you.

Shit!

《Chapter 15》

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Game of Healing here

Can anyone guess where I went? You get bonus Yoongi points if you do!

I'm back, tired, and sun burnt, but I lived through it. I just wanted to update all of you, beautiful readers. I have most of chapter 14 of Game of Healing done. If I don't get it out on Saturday, it should definitely be out Sunday. I'm determined to do this for you!

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When Nicky apologized to his coach about what he said and the hug he gave Yoongi was so sweet 🥹

Guess Nicky sees something in Yoongi that he sure needs in his life. It was just perfect how the three of them are there for each other in their own way.

Like Nicky was so angry but knew his anger was misplaced! Yoongi is such the perfect role model he needs right now. Thank you for this 💙🩷❤️

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PLEEEEASE tell me we're getting a sunshine x yoongi wedding out of this and nicky is yoongis best man???? im OBSESSED with this series!

Thank you!!❤️🩷💙

I can't spoil that!!!!

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God, what a chapter 😭 Sunshine and Nicky definitely needed that outburst, I love that Yoongi is patient, understanding and gentle with them. The hug 🥹🥹 really loving their dynamic.

On another note, gooosh! why does Ara insists on being a difficult viper? Sunshine wanted to apologize sincerely and there she goes, being a bitch; how does she have friends? Or people who Stand her? I can’t, glad she is losing power over the rest of the group.

Also, I read the note in which you said that Nicky wouldn’t get physical with Sunshine, and that’s so true; he is angry of course, it’s part of grief, but I know who wouldn’t hurt Sunshine. I don’t remember if Nicky knew about Sunshine’s abusive ex, but if he knew, it would another reason for him not to hurt her that way. He is good kid and loves her deeply

❤️🩷 He truly is amazing and patient! 💙🩷

Ara is just straight up jealous of ☀️.

She can think for herself and gives no fs what about people think. I think Ara's "friends " are only friends with her because they're scared of her. They would rather be with her than against her.

Does Nicky know about her DV? No, he does not. I think he knows something is off. I think I mentioned he remembers his dad's hand in a cast... that will come up again later. Then, now, how it was his dad's job to protect her, but no, she has kept that from him.

His breakdown was even going to have Yoongi restrain him, but I couldn't do it. He wasn't going to be VIOLENT, but just enough out of control to be concerning.

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Summary: After the death of your brother and his wife. You find yourself adjusting to a new role in your life. A single parent to your teenage nephew. How do you help him heal? How do you help yourself heal? You're not sure. You don't think you can, until an annoying basketball coach enters your life and turns everything around.

Pairing: Basketball Coach Yoongi x Single Aunt F. Reader

Genre: Romance, Angst, Smut, Strangers to Lovers,

Warnings: Death Of Parents / Brother/ Family, Car Accident (Cause), Swearing, Explicit Sex, Arguments, Physical Fighting, Past Abusive Relationship, Talks Of Domestic Violence, mention of sex work

A/N: Surprise, I figured out chapter 14, so here you guys go!! Chapter 14 might be late due to my “vacation” and losing some days to fully work on it, but I'm feeling good about it.

Elly held your hand tightly as the clock on the scoreboard quickly ran down. The score was close. Too close. 45-42 Bangtan Ravens were only up by three points, and Yoongi looked stressed down on the court. He and Jungkook were yelling…..well, you don't know what they were yelling, but they were yelling and pointing everywhere as the boys ran all over. Time outs were being called, and players were being switched out. Frustration even showed on the young player's faces. It was all intense and you didn't like it.

Your eyes go back to the clock, and your heart feels like it’s beating out of your chest as it finally hits the single digits. 9….8…Nicky has the ball, but you don't think he was anywhere close to their side of the court, and you don't see any open players for him to pass the ball to. 7…6… He finally breaks free and makes a run for the opposite of the gym. 5….4…3… jumping, he shoots…2…1….. The ball hit the rim of the basket, effectively bouncing off.

He misses.

The buzzer sounds throughout the gymnasium.

Bangtan Ravens wins 45 - 42

6-0 undefeated.

As your side of the gym cheers and the confetti gets thrown in the air, you watch as your nephew hangs his head in defeat. Your heart breaks as you watch his teammates celebrate their win, but he looks like he let them down. Coach Jeon gives his shoulder a little shake and says something in his ear, to which he nods his head.

“That was close,” your mom says, looking up at you from one bench lower like always. “You need to give him a pep talk.”

“But they won,” you say. “I don't know why he's upset.”

“They didn't win by much, and that's the problem,” Chris says, leaning over his fiancée to look at you.

“But they still won,” you say again.

“Doesn't matter,” your mom, dad, and brother all say.

“They almost lost, and that's what he's going to focus on,” your dad explains.

You and Elly look at one another, and she gives you a tight smile. You don't think she understands either.

Fuck this sport!

Maybe you can talk him into joining the choir or maybe some dance class.

Maybe he will be good at tap.

“Food's here,” Yoongi says, bringing in a couple of paper bags into the kitchen and setting them on the counter.

“Did you grab the cash on the table for the tip?” You ask, grabbing three plates out of the cupboards.

“Mmhmm,” Yoongi confirms and buries his face into your neck, pressing his lips into the smooth skin. “If you're lucky, I might have a tip for you too.”

Cackling, you pull away from, only to grab the front of his sweatshirt to pull him to you.

“Was that a sex joke?” You question, laughing. You watch his face turn pink before hiding it in your neck once again. “Don't hide. I've been waiting for this moment.”

“You act like I never touch you,” he says, pulling away from your warmth.

“Touch me, yes. Your fingers are quite magical,” you say and look over his shoulder. “But you've only fucked me twice.”

“I told you…” he starts.

“And I told you,” you say, cutting him off. “He sleeps like a rock. That kid does not wake up. Unless you're more worried about you making too much noise. I believe it was you that was a Chatty Cathy last time.” He scoffs and crosses his arms. “It's fine. I know my skill set is pretty high. It's fine if you can't keep up.”

Yoongi huffs out a laugh, grabbing you and lightly digging his fingers into your sides, causing you to screech in laughter. Dropping onto your knees down onto the kitchen floor, he follows after you, hovering over your back, not letting up. You were so focused on trying not to pee your pants that you don't see Nicky in the entryway of the kitchen until he clears his throat. Both you and Yoongi freeze and look up at the teenager who doesn't seem amused as he stares at the two of you acting like fools on the floor.

“Hey,” you say, scrambling to get off the floor and clearing your own throat. “The food is here. I'm sure you're hungry, right?”

“Is everything okay,” Yoongi asks, looking at your nephew, who was still silent and watching the two of you.

“I let you down,” he says, and a look of confusion crosses Yoongi's features at his words.

“What do you mean?” He questions. “You didn't let me down.”

“I should have played harder,” Nicky tells him. “I did. I let you down today, and the whole team probably knows it.”

“Let's go outside and talk,” Yoongi suggests. Nicky nods and walks out the kitchen door as your boyfriend turns to you. “I got him. Just give us a couple of minutes.”

You nod your head and watch him leave the house, shutting the door as he goes. Biting your lip, you tap your foot and quickly make your way to the small laundry room at the back of the house. Ducking down, you make your way over to the window and quietly as possible. You crack open the window. Peeking over the edge, you watch as they sit on an old wooden bench you had found at a garage sale when you first moved in.

“What's going on?” Yoongi asks from where he sat next to Nicky.

“I missed that last shot,” he confesses, with a bouncing leg. “I thought for sure that I could make it, and I didn't. I wasn't good enough. I was right there, and I missed it.”

“You're not going to hit every shot,” Yoongi tells him, making the young boy hang his head with disappointment. “But that doesn't mean you're not good enough. Why do you think Coach Jeon and I tell you the plays first?” Nicky shrugs, still looking at the ground. “Because your teammates listen to you. They trust you to communicate with them out there. We trust you to make the right decisions out there when things aren't going our way.”

“I should have found someone open,” he says. “I hogged the ball. You taught us to run and pass, but I held on to it. I thought too highly of myself. Look at what happened.”

“There wasn't anyone open,” Yoongi says, trying to appease him. “We underestimated this team, and that was my fault. I didn't do the correct research, and we went in there blind. You got yourself out of that corner and ran with the ball just like you're supposed to do. You did nothing wrong today.”

“But I disappointed you,” he argues. “I know I did. I shouldn't have missed that last shot.”

“The only way that you would have disappointed me would have been if you gave up,” Yoongi says, placing his hand on Nicky's shoulder. “You didn't give up. You and the team fought until the end and won.”

“Only by three points,” he says and wipes at his face with his sleeve. “And they were ahead a couple of times.”

“And…. you guys will run extra for that in practice on Monday for that,” Yoongi jokes. “You won, and I'm proud of you for that. Even if we didn't win, I would still be proud of you.”

“Really?” He asks.

“Really,” Yoongi confirms. “How about we go back in? I'm starving, and I know you're probably starving.”

Your eyes widen and shut the window, but unfortunately, you slam the window shut on the tip of your finger, causing you to silently curse as you run back into the kitchen. Shaking your hand, you quickly plate some food rather sloppily onto the plates, trying to act natural as they come back into the house.

“Is everything okay?” You ask, acting innocent as you try to hide your throbbing finger.

“Yeah, I'll be back,” Nicky says, walking past you.

Yoongi leans against the counter with his arms crossed against his chest, staring at you. You look at him, and he has a small smile playing across his lips.

“How's your finger?” He asks.

“My finger?” You reply.

“The one you shut in the window when you were spying?” He asks.

“I…” he raises an eyebrow, daring you to continue your lie. “Oh, sue me. I wanted to know what was going on.”

“Did you not trust me?” He asks.

“I do trust you,” you tell him.

“Then trust me to tell you if there is anything you need to know,” he says.

“Why couldn't he talk to me?” You question shaking your hand again, trying to ease the throbbing pain. “He knows that he can always come to me when he needs something. He always has.”

“Would you have known what to say?” He asks, taking your hand in his to look at your red finger. You open your mouth to reply, but nothing comes out. “I want him to be comfortable to come to me if he needs to talk. Even if it's just about basketball. I'm not trying to take that away from you.”

“Fine, I won't spy on your conversations with him anymore,” you concede, taking your hand back.

“Thank you,” he says, with a smirk and you roll your eyes in return.

“Yeah, yeah, you win this one,” you tell him.

“Can you repeat that?” He asks, leaning closer. “Did you just say that I won an argument?”

“Don't get cocky,” you warn.

“You've admitted to liking me, trusting me AND… I won an argument. Oh, I'm going to be cocky,” he says, taking all three plates to the table.

Crossing your arms you watch him go with a shake of your head.

You've created a monster.

“Touch the line,” Yoongi yells as the boys run across the court touching the lines. “We won by three points! THREE POINTS! That is nothing to brag about. It should have fifteen…. ten, but three? THREE!”

The boys were tired, huffing and puffing as they stood against the wall trying to catch their breath. Coach Jeon blows his whistle as they all take off touching each line before running back to the wall before running forward again to touch the next line and so on. They looked miserable. You felt miserable watching them.

“I think that was pure luck,” Yoongi continues. “They weren’t tired. They could have played a whole other game while you all looked ready to collapse. Huffing and puffing out of breath like you have never run around a court before.”

“SIX LAPS!” Coach Jeon shouts, with a whistle blow. “We've been taking it too easy on you. Our main focus will be stamina….”

“This is awful,” you whisper to Mark.

“They're not wrong, though,” he says. “That team had some new players that we weren't anticipating. They were quick, and our boys tired out too soon.”

"Anticipating?" You question. "Am I supposed to be keeping track of other teams?"

"Some of us do," his answer makes you slouch a bit.

“The Y has an indoor track, right?” You ask, and he nods. “Maybe I should get Nicky a membership, and he can run on Sundays and in the off-season.”

“Yeah, maybe Jun can join him,” Mark says.

“My son would love to do it too,” chicken parm mom says, poking her head between you and Mark. “I'll set up a group chat.”

You give her a small smile and look away awkwardly. Over your shoulder, you see Ara sitting with a couple of other moms. Sighing, you wipe your hands on your jeans and make your way over to her. As you stand in front of her, she gives you a look of disgust.

“Look, clearly, we will never be friends but….,” you start.

“Oh, so you do have a couple of brain cells,” she sneers.

“I'm trying to apologize. You don't need to take cheap shots at me,” you say, trying to keep your cool. “I shouldn't have repeated what your husband said.”

“And I'm not going to feel bad for you just because everyone else does,” she snaps.

“Ara,” her friend hisses, knocking her knee with her own.

“I don't need you to feel bad for me,” you tell her. "I'm just trying to .... I don't know.... ease the tension."

“Is something wrong, ladies?” Yoongi asks, coming up to stand on the steps next to you.

“I tried,” you say, shaking your head. “I really tried.”

“I don't need your fake apologies,” Ara snaps. “So you can take your ass back wherever you came from.”

“Three practice suspension, Ara,” Yoongi says, staring at her with a serious expression.

“Excuse me,” she screeches, standing up from her seat. “Suspension?”

“You heard me,” he said, staring at her with an unreadable expression.

“For what?” She asks, her fiery gaze focused on burning a hole through his head.

“We don't swear here,” he reminds her, remaining the complete professional that he is. "I believe you know this rule."

“You let her off the hook,” she accuses him.

“Because you goaded her into that situation,” he explains. “I do believe this one is all you. Y/N, here was just apologizing to you.”

“You cannot suspend me,” she argues. “After all I have done for you and this team, you can not suspend me.”

“Yes, I can,” he argues back. “Now you can leave now and for the next three practices, or I can just… ban you if you want to cause a scene. You signed the exact same contract that everyone else did. You are not above anyone else.”

Ara scoffs and looks at her friends, who seem to find their phones a little more interesting at the moment. Grabbing her bag, she walks down the stairs and out the gym doors. Yoongi doesn't say anything to you as he walks back down the bleachers to the court. You, yourself, turn to go back and sit next to Mark, who looked thoroughly amused.

“I think our queen bee's reign of terror might finally be coming to an end,” he comments.

“That wasn't my intention,” you say. “I was really trying to apologize.”

“Yeah, but I still thank you,” he jokes. “On the other hand….”

“She might open hell fire on us?” You ask and he nods.

Two whistles blow causing you to jump.

“Get back on the wall,” Yoongi instructs. “I better see fingers touching the lines. I can do this all week!”

This was going to be a long practice, and you probably just made things worse!

Settling into your bed, you flip through your channels on the tv hanging on your wall. Nicky fell out hours ago. Your normal human garbage disposal barely even touched his food at dinner. His eyes fought to stay open the entire time he sat at the table. You understood that this was a part of the whole playing sports thing, but that didn't mean you had to like it. You thought it was too much just for a damn trophy, a stupid shiny piece of metal.

Snuggling deep down into your blankets, you wrap your arms around your pillow. As you start to focus on the random movie on the tv. Your heart stops at the ringing of the doorbell. Looking at your clock, the red glaring numbers read ten thirty stared back at you. Sitting up, you reach for your phone, only to swear when you remember that you left it charging in the kitchen on the counter when you were cleaning.

“Fuck,” you curse yourself.

SItting up, you wait and hear the doorbell again. Jumping out of bed, you run to your closet, grabbing your brother's old hockey stick and march to the front door. Keeping the lights off, you unlock the door and throw it open. You raise the hockey stick over your shoulder, ready to strike, should you have to.

“WHOA, WHOA,” Yoong says as the street light illuminates your figure. “It's me, it's me.”

“What the fuck, Yoongi,” you say, dropping the stick off your shoulder but keeping it in your hand as you hit the lightswitch on the wall. “Do you know what time it is?”

Oh my god!

When did you turn into your mom?

“I tried calling you?” He explains.

“I didn't have my phone on me,” you tell him. “I would have hit you with this.”

“I didn't think you were going to come to the door armed,” he jokes with a light laugh.

“It's late, and I have a kid to protect,” you say seriously. “Who the hell rings a doorbell this late at night?”

“I'm sorry,” he says quickly. “I got some exciting exciting news and I couldn't wait to tell you. I came over since you weren't answering your phone.”

“Exciting news?” You ask, waving him inside and shutting the door. “Is the Loch Ness Monster officially gone?”

“No,” he says. “Jungkook had dinner tonight with one of his friends and found out something amazing.”

Pause.

He looks at you expectantly, and you shrug.

“Good for him,” you say.

“His friend has ties to some sports agents,” Yoongi informs you. “Years ago, there used to be this basketball camp that only invited kids could go to. Like the best of the best, could go to.”

“And,” you say, willing him to hurry this up.

“They closed it years ago, but we found out…. they are going to open it again,” he tells you smiling.

“I think you're too old for it,” you say, and he rolls his eyes with a sigh. “Listen, my nice warm bed is getting cold.”

“Obviously, it's for Nicky,” he replies, ignoring your last comment. “It wouldn't be for a couple of years because he has to be fifteen to participate, but this is huge news.”

“Hold on,” you say, spinning the hockey stick. “You come over here at ten thirty at night. Scaring the shit out of me to tell me about some camp that Nicky can't even get into yet?”

“I understand,” he says. “But this is big, and we need to get him on a good training schedule now so he can be ready.”

“For what?” You ask, confused. “You don't get to decide that he's doing this.”

“Don't take this opportunity away from him just because you hate basketball,” he argues.

“And don't try to live out your dream through him,” you snap. Yoongi gives you a strained smile before heading back toward the door. “Wait, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, please. Come back.”

“It's been a long day for all of us,” he says, “We can talk about it tomorrow.”

“No,” you say, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the couch, making him sit down. “I'm sorry. I'll listen.”

“Boy's would kill for this opportunity,” he explains. “With the right training, Nicky could get that opportunity. It could open so many doors for him in the future with the things he could learn there. Things that I can't teach him.”

“It sounds expensive,” you say, and he looks guiltily at you. “Great! How much are feet pictures going for nowadays? Am I too old for the strip club?”

“Absolutely not,” he says, pulling you into his lap. “Clearly, I will help you with the money. I know your parents will help.”

“No,” you shake your head. “I got what…. two years to save up? I'll get it figured out.”

“I didn't think that far ahead,” he admits. “I got too excited at the news of them reopening.”

“It's really that big of a deal?” You question, making him nod in answer. “You're willing to work with him?”

“Of course I am,” he responds. “I'm not going to let him waste his talent.”

“God, Nick would have loved you,” you sigh, making Yoongi scrunch his face in confusion. “Nicky's dad. Nicky is Nicolas Jr.”

“Oh,” he says softly.

Getting off his lap, you go to your tv stand and open a door that hid a box of pictures where you kept away from your nephew. Sitting down next to him, you open the lid to the show box and scrounge around for a minute before handing him a four by six inch glossy picture.

“This is his dad?” He asks and you nod. “Man…”

“They look alike, huh?” You comment. “That was his senior year championship game in highschool. That would have been about a year before Nicky would be born.” Fingering through the messy memories, you grab one near the bottom of the brown box and hand it to him. “His mom Sarah.”

“I can see him in her too,” he comments as he studies the picture.

“She is… was,” you swallow and wipe your eyes. “She was the perfect basketball mom. You would have loved her. She would have organized your team schedule for you and had homemade snacks for the boys after practice.” You laugh lightly to yourself and look at their pictures. “But now you're stuck with me. All I do is fuck everything up even when I'm not trying to. He shouldn't be here with me. I'm going to mess his future up.”

Cover your face with one of your hands, you try to hide away as that constant lump in your throat finally loosens as you hiccup. Yoongi immediately has you back in his lap, tucking your chin over his shoulder as his hands run over your back.

“That's not true,” he says.

“Yes, it is,” you cry, pulling back to look at him. “He should have gone with my parents. I'm too fucked up for this shit. I'm too selfish for this.”

“Don't say that,” he chides.

“You don't even know the half of it,” you say through your tears. “You don't really even know me.”

“Then tell me,” he demands. “Stop hiding from me.”

“No!” You sob.

“Why?” He asks loudly.

“Because you won't want me if I do,” you cry.

“Sunshine, why are you crying,” Nicky asks, coming into the room before turning an angry glare to his basketball coach. “What did you do to her?”

“Nicks, stop,” you say, wiping your face quickly as you jump off of your boyfriend and walk up to your nephew. “He didn't do anything.”

“She's just upset,” Yoongi says, gently standing from the couch. “Everything is okay.”

“Why are those pictures out,” the teen says, marching over to the shoe box. Bending, he picks up the two pictures of his parents that lay on the coffee table. “I said that I didn't want their pictures out. I'm not ready for that yet!”

“I'm sorry,” you say. “I'll put them away.”

“It was my fault,” Yoongi steps in, lying for you. “I was asking questions.”

“Well, it's none of your business,” Nicky snaps. “I told you all you needed to know!”

“Nicky, stop it!” You demand.

“I understand…” Yoongi tries calming the young teen down, but he isn't having any of it.

“You don't understand shit,” he barks. “You're just trying to be nice to sleep with her! Stop trying to push yourself into our lives.”

“You watch your mouth,” you snap.

The two of you stand toe to toe. He's grown these past few months. You used to have a couple of inches on him, but now he's looking you dead in the eye. It wouldn't be long before he surpasses you. The hardness in his eyes that you have never seen before suddenly disappears as he crumbles into your body, taking you down onto the floor.

“Why did they have to leave me?” He cries into your chest.

You tightly wrap your arms around the boy, your body attempting to rock him back and forth like you would when he was a baby. Back when his mom would swaddle him in your arms, and you sang him to sleep. Back when everything was perfect and everyone was happy. Back when you were still innocent and thought the world was a safe place.

He was so big now.

His body, wrecked in sobs, could barely fit in your arms.

“They loved you so much,” you tell him, tilting his head up to look at you. “They would never willingly leave you. I know they would have given anything to be here with you.”

“I m.m..iss them so much,” he confesses with a stuttered whisper. “It's not fair. It is not fair that all of my friends get to have parents and I don't.”

“I know. I miss them too,” you whisper back through your own tears, cradling him as close as you could get. “Everyday.”

Turning back into your warmth, he cries. He cries for his parents and for the loss of his childhood. He cries for the sadness, the love, the anger, and all the other overwhelming emotions he feels. You stay quiet. You stay completely quiet and let him get it all out.

You're not sure how long you held him for, but just as your arms were getting tired Nicky shifts. Clutching the pictures to his chest, he stands from the ground and walks in front of Yoongi, looking a little embarrassed and much more calm.

“I’m sorry, coach,” he says, sniffing and red-faced. “I didn't mean what I said.”

“It's okay,” Yoongi promises and pats his shoulder softly. “We all say things we don't mean sometimes. I'm not mad. I promise.”

Taking you by surprise and more so Yoongi by surprise, Nicky launches himself at the blonde basketball coach and wraps his arms around him. You watch stunned as Yoongi hesitates for a moment before embracing your nephew. Pushing yourself off the floor, you approach the two of them with the intention of pulling Nicky away from Yoongi, but Yoongi stops you. Instead, he opens an arm for you, offering space for you to join them.

Entering the embrace, you press a kiss to your nephew’s head, making him turn to look at you. You run your thumbs over the tear tracks on his cheeks as he closes his eyes once more. You wish you could do more. This was all above you. He needed help that you couldn't give him.

“We need to get you back in bed,” you say softly. “I'll call you off school tomorrow if you want. We can take the day off together.”

“I need to go to practice,” he replies.

“I think you gave me a doctor's note,” Yoongi says. “You were too sick to go to school.”

Nicky nods his head, and you pull him away from Yoongi to guide him back to his room. As he climbs back in his bed, you pick up the scattered clothes that littered his bedroom floor. Throwing them in his dirty clothes basket, you take the pictures of his parents from his hands and place them on his nightstand.

“I'm sorry,” he breathes.

“You don't need to be sorry,” you say, pulling the covers up over his lap.

“Dad would have been pissed that I talked to coach like that,” he said.

“Watch it,” you say lightly. “You're very lucky that Yoongi is understanding and forgiving. Now, go back to sleep, and we can talk some more in the morning.”

You get up from the bed and head for the door, but his voice stops you, making you turn once more.

“I think he would have been proud too,” Nicky says. “Dad always worried about you, I think. He said it was his job to take care of you. Now that he's not here. It's my job.”

Fuck! This kid is going to kill you!

“It's your job to be a kid,” you disagree. “Now, go to sleep.”

Stepping out of his room, you close the door behind you. Taking a deep breath, you head for the living room once more, and you find Yoongi still standing in the same place where you left him. Stopping in front of him, you watch as he studies you for a moment. You don't blame him. You wouldn't know how to react either. Rising to your tiptoes, you throw your arms around his neck as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in tight to him.

“What do you need from me?” He asks. “I'm afraid to do the wrong thing right now.”

“Stay,” you mumble into the flesh of his neck. “I don't want to be alone tonight.”

“As you wish,” he whispers against your hair.

Turning your head, you lie it flat on his shoulder. Your eyes go to the mess of pictures on your table. You can't actually make any of them out, but you know what ones are over there by heart. Childhood pictures, Christmas mornings with your brothers in front of the tree, Halloween costumes, and everything in between. Closing your eyes, tears escape, rolling down your face, dripping off the tip of your nose, and onto his sweatshirt.

You were so tired.

Your heart ached horribly.

You missed your brother.

Your best friend.

Your confidant.

“Will it ever get better?” You ask him, your eyes still closed. “Will it ever not hurt?”

“I don't know,” he replies, honestly. “I can't make it stop hurting. I wish I could, but I can't.”

“I'm trying,” you say as you pull away from him. “I know you don't see it but..I'm trying.” He gives you a look of confusion as he tries to interpret your words. “I'm trying to figure out how to not hide from you.”

“Don't worry about that right now,” he says. “Whatever it is. Whenever you're willing to talk to me about it. You know where to find me, okay?”

You nod.

He's right.

You do know where to find him.

Usually… it's right by your side.

《Chapter 14》

A/N: So, in my original cut of this. Nicky got a little physical with both of them, and then I cut it. That's not him. Grief does strange things to people, but I don't think he would hurt her.

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A widow! That had me dying! Yoongi couldn't even help her. Great chapter🥰

He just let her drown, lol. Thanks!

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Summary: After the death of your brother and his wife. You find yourself adjusting to a new role in your life. A single parent to your teenage nephew. How do you help him heal? How do you help yourself heal? You're not sure. You don't think you can, until an annoying basketball coach enters your life and turns everything around.

Pairing: Basketball Coach Yoongi x Single Aunt F. Reader

Genre: Romance, Angst, Smut, Strangers to Lovers,

Warnings: Death Of Parents / Brother/ Family, Car Accident (Cause), Swearing, Explicit Sex, Arguments, Physical Fighting, Past Abusive Relationship, Talks Of Domestic Violence,

A/N: So, regarding next week's chapter. I have it done. However, I leave for ‘vacation’ next Sunday. I use that term loosely, lol. I'm going to a theme park with my sister and her family for three days. I'm the only one willing to ride big rides with my older nephew. {Hello Nausea}

Anyway, to be transparent, I'm having a horrible case of writer's block right now. Not just with this but across my entire library of works in progress. I've walked away from here to work on other stories, and I've just been constantly writing, deleting, and repeat. I know you won't care, but unless I can figure out chapter 14, I might hold off on posting chapter 13 until June 14th just to give myself a little more time. Anyhoo, I appreciate you guys!! 💙🩷💚💜

Super light smut below!

Angrily, you open the door to your brother's office with the water jug from the refrigerator in your hand. With wide eyes, he looks at you in confusion as you shake it at him. He holds his hands up and shrugs his shoulders in confusion, and you huff.

“Fill the damn thing up when it gets low,” you tell him.

“How do you know it was me?” He asks, defending himself. “Maybe it was dad.”

“Nice try,” you snap. “Did you forget we used to live together?”

“I forgot, sorry” he apologizes, from where he sits from behind his desk.

“It's little things like filling a damn water jug that Elly will appreciate,” you say. “You found someone who loves you. I don't know why she loves you, but she does. So, don't fuck it up by not filling up the damn jug.”

“Do you need to talk?” He asks, leaning forward on his elbows, resting on the wooden surface of his desk.

“No,” you deny, quickly, and turn on your heel. “I’ll take care of it this time. Just stop being lazy.”

Leaving his office, you go back into the break room and place the jug into the sink. Turning the tap on, you wait as it fills with cold water before placing it back into the refrigerator. Shutting the door maybe a little too hard, you look at the pictures that decorated the door secured by construction themed magnets that ‘Nicky’ had gotten your dad for his birthday one year. You don't know who chose what pictures to display, but it was certainly a variety. Most were you and your brothers at different stages in your childhood on job sites, but then there were more personal. Chris and Elly's engagement photo, Nicky's baby picture, and there was even one of your mom and dad when they were younger. It was when your dad took the company over from his father, and your older brother was on your mother's hip sucking on his fist. It makes you smile. You've heard the story so many times.

“There, she is,” Elly says. Turning to her voice, you stand a bit straighter when she holds the door open for Yoongi, who is wearing his work clothes and glasses. You've never seen him in glasses. Damn it! He looked good! “She hasn't had lunch today. Don't let her tell you otherwise. She gets an hour.”

“Thanks,” he says, nodding softly at her.

“Yeah….thanks,” you say, smiling tightly at her.

Waving innocently at you, she leaves the two of you alone, letting the door shut behind her. You and Yoongi look at each other, both not sure what to say. Yoongi holds his hand out for you to take, and for a slight moment, you hesitate before stepping forward and sliding your hand into his palm. Holding you securely, he guides you down the hall and past your desk where Elly waves happily at you. Flipping her off, she laughs and goes back into her office.

“Where are we going?” You ask. “I need my bag.”

“Nope,” he says. “We are having lunch at my place.”

“But….,” you say, looking around as the two of you step out of the building and continue to walk to his vehicle. “I've never been to your place.”

“I'm not far from here,” he replies, opening your door for you. Staring at him, he motions for you to get in. “I made us some sandwiches this morning. Let's get going.”

Giving in, you slide into his car much like you did before you two had your little falling out yesterday. Buckling yourself in, you place your hands in your lap and literally twiddle your thumbs waiting for him. As he slides into the driver's seat and gets himself situated, he reaches over and stops your nervous fidgeting. Looking at you, he arches an eyebrow in question.

“What?” You ask.

“Do you want to come with me?” He asks softly. “I'm not going to force you.”

“It's fine,” you say, acting like you didn't care either way, making him nod his head, but on the inside, you were shaking. You were headed into an unfamiliar territory. Someplace where you didn't have the advantage of just walking away comfortably. You bet that's why he planned this. He is starting to read you better than you thought. “I didn't know you lived out by my dad's company.”

“Well, I didn't know exactly where you worked until yesterday. You always said you worked for your dad, but you never gave the name of the company,” he explained, finally driving away. “I guess we need to start to get to know each other more.”

“I guess so,” you say, non committedly.

“Like your dads company is one of the top construction companies in our region,” he comments.

“Is it?” You act dumb.

“Not that that matters to me, but he seemed surprised that I didn't know that when we were talking yesterday,” he explains, and you shrug.

“It's not my money. So, what does it matter?” You say.

“I'm not with you for your family's money,” he comments. “You didn't have to hide it.”

Yoongi takes a turn and pulls up to a huge metal gate where he enters a code into a black box, making the gate open. Looking at him with wide eyes, you shake your head and give him a look of disgust.

“What?” He asks as he drives along the road, passing by expensive looking pristine homes.

“You live in an expensive ass gated community, and you need funding for the team?” You ask. “Was I scammed? That yard has a fountain out front!”

“You were not scammed,” he laughs. “Jungkook…. Coach Jeon and I are roommates, along with another friend. I couldn't afford a place like this on my own.”

“Does he know?” You ask, suddenly alert of your surroundings. You look out of all the windows of his car to see if you have been spotted. “I don't think I should go in.”

“He knows,” he confirms and pulls into a driveway. “It's okay. No one else is home.”

Yoongi gets out of the car and walks around the vehicle, opening the door for you, but you don't move. He sighs and reaches in to undo your seatbelt for you. Surrendering, you step out of his car and follow him. His neighborhood was nice, you guess. The houses all seemed to be the same in a scary matching way. Nothing seemed out of place, no kids toys, no sounds, very …. eerie. It's very different from what you had grown up with. You're assuming it's probably an HOA where everything had to be perfect and boring.

Kicking your shoes off, you follow him to the kitchen, where he pulls out a chair at the island. Pointing to it, you sit down, and he goes to retrieve the sandwiches that he made for the two of you that morning. Placing them on the countertop, he goes back to gather several other items.

“You didn't have to make me lunch,” you say. “I had a poptart in my bag.”

He turned from the fridge to give you a look, and you shut your mouth.

“I kept the condiments off,” he said, setting everything out before you and settling into the seat next to you. “Kook and I smoked some meat last night…”

“God, you really are perfect,” you mutter, more to yourself.

“Obviously not since I keep finding some way to ruin it,” he responds as he pushes his food away from him. “What I said wasn't directed at you or Nicky.”

“I know,” you say, looking at your food and feeling your mouth water.

“But that also doesn't mean that I don't see you as his parent because I do…. because you are his parent,” he explains, and you nod your head, wondering if you want to put some bbq sauce on the meat.

You kind of do.

It's the expensive kind.

“I know,” you agree, eyeing the bbq sauce and pickles. “It's a tough situation. I got too pissy over it, and I shouldn't have. I need to work on that.”

“I made a decision,” he says, reaching out to move your face, bringing your attention solely to him. “Next basketball season, I'm not going to coach.”

“What?” You ask, surprised at the words that came out of his mouth. “Yoongi, no!”

“It's gotten so stressful,” he admits.

“Because of me,” you say, standing from your chair and backing away.

“NO!” He exclaims, standing as well and grabbing you so you couldn't get away. “Not because of you.”

“Ara?” You ask, and he nods. “And I keep poking the damn bear.”

“Yeah, she blew my phone up about that last night,” he tells you. “She wanted to warn me that her husband must have told you about our little… you know. I can't block her. I wish I could, but I can't.”

“Don't quit,” you beg. “Nicky looks up to you so much. If you quit, I don't think he will play next year.”

“But it stresses you out so much,” he says, sitting back down his seat and that guilt that has been building finally feels like it explodes. “I hate seeing you… ostracized and not being able to do anything about it.”

“Wait, so you ….are…. you going to quit…. for me?” You ask, poking your finger into his chest. He stares at you but doesn't answer. Rolling your eyes, you sit back down and grab your sandwich, deciding to go with the pickles and bbq sauce. “That is the stupidest thing I ever heard.”

“Why?” He asks, sounding offended. “I would still run the program. I just wouldn't coach.”

“I am not worth all that,” you say, biting into the smoky meat.

Fuck!

It was heavenly.

“To me you are,” he argues.

“Well, I'm not going to let you quit coaching for me,” you argue back, taking another bite. “Those boys need you.”

“So,” he pauses and looks down at the kitchen floor. “Is this it for us?”

“What?” You ask, wiping your mouth. “What are you talking about?”

“Are you breaking up with me?” He clarifies his previous questions.

“Are you kidding me?” You say rolling your eyes. “You're amazing in bed, and you can cook. Why would I break up with you?”

“I’m not joking?” He responds.

“I'm not either,” you sigh, putting your food down. Hopping off your seat, you move to stand between his legs and pull him down to look him in the eyes. You guess it was now or never. “I like you, Yoongi. You're, like, really great, and you're really patient with me. I know I’m a handful…. Damn it, I'm not good with this shit…Mmhmmmhh…”

Yoongi covers your mouth with his own, cutting off your attempt at telling him how you feel, and you couldn't be more thankful.

“You should finish eating,” he mumbles against your lips, and your eyes shoot up to his questioningly. “Quickly.”

Swallowing thickly, you nod.

“How much time?” You ask breathlessly as you wiggle on top of his bed.

“Seven minutes,” he answers with his face pressed against your neck sans glasses. “You need to hurry, doll.”

“I'd rather come with something else inside me,” you tease, pressing your hips further against his hand that was working away between your thighs.

“Are you complaining?” He asks, pushing his digits further inside of you, making you cry out. “Sounds like you like it to me.”

“Oh shit, Yoongi!” You exclaim, rolling your eyes back and pressing your head back into his pillow. “Right there.”

“You're a fucking vision, doll,” his rasps against your skin. “Six minutes and we need to be out that door. Come on my fucking fingers right now.”

Gritting your teeth and closing your eyes. Your core tightens around the length of his fingers, causing you to sob out loudly. Your walls pulsate and flutter around and wet his fingers as you float away from your body for a moment.

“Yoongi,” you sigh, coming back down.

“I know,” he says, rolling on his back and throwing an arm over his face to calm himself down. “Damn, I know.”

“What about you?” You ask, panting, looking down at his obvious bulge confined in his dress pants.

“It will go away,” he says, wiping his hand on his blanket.

“That doesn't seem fair,” you say, rolling onto your side to study him.

“I got something better,” he tells you, mimicking your movement and putting his hand on your naked hip. “I got you to admit that you liked me.”

Rolling your eyes, you lightly push him, making him fall back on his back as you get out of his bed and reach for your skirt. Stepping into it, you tuck your now slightly wrinkled blouse in and look around for your discarded underwear.

“Looking for these?” He asks, dangling them off his finger but snatches them away when you go to grab them.

“Give them back,” you say. “I still have to work.” Laughing, he tosses them back to you and quickly you put them on and run your fingers through your hair fixing what you could. “Am I presentable?”

“You look more relaxed,” he says, rolling off the bed, then proceeds to make his way into his attached bathroom . “We might need to make this a daily thing.”

“In your dreams,” you say and look at his alarm clock on his dresser. “I prefer it when we both enjoy it.”

“Oh, I enjoyed it,” he smirks, coming back out and kissing you. Taking your hand, he leads you through the house and back out to his car. Looking around once more, as he backouts once more, you make him laugh. “What?”

“What?” You ask back.

“You made a face,” he says, pulling forward to drive straight.

“Did I?” You ask.

“Do I not live up to your standard?” He jokes, rubbing your thigh quickly before pulling his hand away as you reach the gate you entered to exit.

“To my standard?” You ask back. “You have been in my little shoe box, right? The three of us are pretty much on top of each other when we are in the same room.”

“Don’t act like you probably didn't grow up in a neighborhood like the one I live in,” he says, focusing on the road.

“I didn't,” you disagree, and you see his brows furrow. “I mean. I did, but not like that. Our neighborhood was fun growing up. We were friends with all of our neighbors. My mom would throw these bbqs and pool parties in the summer and invite everyone. It used to be so much fun.”

“I bet,” he smiles.

“There was this group of boys in the neighborhood. They were awful,” you say laughing. “And for me to say they were awful means they were awful. The summer I turned fourteen, my grandma bought this pink polka dot bikini. It wasn't revealing or anything, but I had spent weeks building up my confidence to wear it during that bbq.”

“What happened?” He asks, turning into the parking lot of your work.

“One of those boys,” you say with an eye roll. “Decided to untie the top, and it completely fell off me. I was so embarrassed. I ran into the house crying and locked myself in my room. My brother was so pissed. He….”

You let your story die out as you look down at your lap. That familiar lump in your throat starts to form, making you bite your lip in an attempt to distract yourself.

“Nicky's dad?” He asks.

You nod your head and cover your face once you feel yourself start to break. You can hear the click of his seatbelt before you feel the warmth of his arm surrounding you. Shaking your head again, you try to pull away from him, but his arms keep you close to him.

“Shh, it's okay,” he whispers against your hair.

“I'm sorry,” you say into your hands. “It still hurts.” Yoongi reaches over and undoes your seat belt. Grabbing your wrists, he gently removes your hands from your face and completely removes the seatbelt from your body. “I don't want to talk about it.”

“We don't have to,” he says, moving his head to try and get you to look at him, but you keep trying to look everywhere except in his direction. “I want you to remember what I said.”

“What?” You ask, looking at him.

“I'm here to help you carry that weight on your shoulders,” he says. “I'm here whenever you're ready.” Wrapping your arms around him once again, he buries his face against your neck in the exact same spot it was less than ten minutes ago. “And by the way, I like your little shoe box. It’s nice and homey.”

A knock on Yoongi's window has the two of you pulling apart, and you look over his shoulder to see your brother wagging his finger at you and then tapping his watch. You pull a face at him and shake your head.

“I guess that's my not so subtle cue time's up,” you say.

“Are you going to be okay?” Yoongi asks.

“Yeah, don't worry about me,” you say distractedly, watching your brother, who was still watching you. You try to wave him away, but he just crosses his arms and waits impatiently for you. “I swear I hate him.”

“I really am sorry,” he says again. “I didn't mean to offend you.”

“I know,” you say, kissing him quickly before you open the door and step out. Leaning back down, you look into the car. “You're not going to quit, right?”

“No, I don't think I could,” he admits. “I'm just hoping our little problem will just… take care of itself one day.”

“I told you. I can just lay low,” you offer. “I have plenty of substitutes that can be there in my place.”

“I can appreciate you wanting to spend time with one another, but you need to take over for Elly,” Chris says, popping his head over your shoulder. “She and I have a meeting to get to.”

“Remind me to elope if I ever get married,” you say, trying to sound annoyed.

“You hear that,” Chris says, looking at Yoongi, making your blonde boyfriend laugh.

Gasping, you shut the door and chase after your little brother the best you could in your heels until the two of you disappear into the building. Unfortunately, the little shit was too fast for you, and he was able to lock himself in his office before you could catch him.

“How was lunch?” Elly asks as she walks by.

“Good,” you answer. “Better than good even.”

“Dessert…. good?” She asks slyly.

“Absolutely,” you reply.

“That's disgusting,” Chris yells from his office.

“That's what you get,” you yell back and head back to your desk.

Groaning, you sit down and log into your computer, trying to figure out how you were going to show your face at practice tonight. Fuck your brother, man.

Little brothers suck.

You were barely one step into the gym when Mark was shaking his head at you. Tilting your head at him, you nod your head backward, and he nods, but you couldn't get turned around fast enough before you were descended upon.

“Y/N,” one mom said, running over to you and latching onto your arm. “Thank goodness you are here. We were so worried that you were not going to come.”

“Why wouldn't I be here?” You question as she drags you over to the bleachers where all the other moms were waiting standing around. Except for Ara, who was sitting and glaring at you. “What is going on?”

“We had no idea about your…. situation,” mom number 2 says, whispering the last part.

“My situation?” You ask, your eyes darting around nervously.

“You being a widow,” mom number one answers, and your eyes widen. “We wanted to help you and Nicky out.”

“Oh….,”you try, but they don't let you get very far.

“I made you a chicken parmesan casserole that can be frozen for up to three months. I wrote the instructions down for you to follow when you're ready to eat,” she says, handing you a tin foiled pan.

“I made you four different soups,” a mom you never talked to before said, handing you a tote bag with four frozen bags of soups. “They too are good for three months. Just pop one in a large pan when you're ready. You can't mess it up.”

“Is everything okay over here?” Yoongi asks, shouldering his way through the bodies of the moms surrounding you.

“No, Coach Min,” mom number one says, crossing her arms and staring him down. “Did you know she's a ….. widow?”

Yoongi looks at you, and you look at him. The two of you just stand there blinking at one another, not saying anything.

“A widow?” He asks, looking confused and biting his lower lip

“She lost her husband,” mom number two explains.

“I know what it means,” Yoongi says. “This is news to me.”

“Well, we've come together to help her and Nicky,” she continues. “I can't cook, but my husband owns Mario's Pizza, and I got three large Pizza doughs for you.”

“Umm,” you say nervously, looking to Yoongi to stop them, but he looks amused.

“I'm so sorry for your loss, Y/N,” he says with a straight face. “Let me know if you need anything.”

Mark jumps up to grab the bag she was trying to hand you, as you still look at Yoongi, who slightly smirks and walks away, leaving you to deal with this situation. You don't even know what to do right now. Mom, after mom keeps giving bags and containers for your new friend to hold. Poor Mark looked like he was about to drop everything.

“Umm, thank you, ladies,” you say. “Nicky and I appreciate this so much. Mark and I will take everything out to my car. Thank you so, so, so much!”

Quickly, you turn with Mark right on your heels and head out of the gym. Walking as fast as you could, you scurry through the halls and make it out to your car. Placing your bags down, you unlock your car and open your door. Mark places everything inside your vehicle for you as you watch him, chewing on your thumb nail.

“I didn't know,” Mark starts, scuffing his foot against the asphalt. “I thought maybe you were divorced, but I didn't think you lost your husband.”

“I'm an awful person,” you confess. “A horrible, horrid person.”

“Why?” He asks, clearly confused.

“I'mnotawidow,” you mumble quickly with your hand over your mouth.

“Can you repeat that?” He asks, leaning in close to you.

“I'm not a widow,” you say, looking around, and he straightens back up, and you kick the ground. “Nicky isn't even mine.”

“I'm sorry,” he says, shaking his head, still trying to understand what was going on.

“He's my nephew,” you continue. “His parents passed away earlier this year.”

“Oh,” he replies, rubbing the back of his neck. “I'm sorry. Why keep it a secret?”

“Frankly,” you shrug. “It's nobody's business. He doesn't want to talk about it or get treated differently. So, we just kind of…. went along with it when people assumed I was his mom.”

“Yeah, no, I understand,” he says. “I won't say anything. The ammunition they would have thinking you lied to them on purpose.”

“I appreciate it,” you tell him. “Does it make me awful for keeping the food? I can't cook, and that stuff looks pretty good.”

“No,” he says, shutting your door. The two of you start to make your way back to the school. “You still had a loss, so I think keeping the food would still be appropriate.”

Smiling guiltily up at him you couldn't help but feel awful.

You were growing a heart.

Damn it!

“It's not funny,” you say, plopping down on the couch next to a laughing Yoongi.

“It's hilarious,” he replies.

“It's awesome,” Nicky says. “Those moms can cook!”

“This is not going to end well,” you moan, looking up at the ceiling. “I've dug myself into a huge hole. Not only am I dating a coach on the team. I'm dating the president of the program. My dad is going to fund the program next year, and now I'm a widow…. of my brother!”

Nicky and Yoongi burst out laughing, and you rub your hands over your face in misery.

“They looked so excited to help you too,” Yoongi says as he stops laughing.

“Don't tell them the truth,” Nicky says, getting up off the floor. “They might take their food back.”

The two you watch as he walks out of the room and Yoongi pulls you to lean back against him.

“Are you going to stay tonight?” You ask, threading your fingers through his.

“I shouldn't,” he answers.

“Why?” You question, craning your neck up to look at him.

“Because, I know what it will lead to,” he explains, and you look offended. “You're louder than what you think, doll. I'm paranoid that someone will wake up.”

This time you laugh.

“What if I promise to keep my clothes on and just…. repay the favor from earlier?” You ask, biting your bottom lip.

Yoongi drops his head to his shoulder in thought, pursing his lips.

“I think maybe we can do that,” he says, nodding his head. “I mean. You could…. lose the shirt, though.”

“Oh, sure, of course,” you laugh, turning to kiss him.

“I really am…” he starts, but you cut him off.

“If you apologize again. I swear to god,” you sigh. “Listen, I made Nicky promise me that if at any time he was uncomfortable with us being together. I would end it. I'm going to make you promise me the same thing. If at any time you get tired of Nicky being a part of me. Just…. let me go.”

“Nicky is great,” Yoongi says. “I swear it wasn't directed at you.”

“I know,” you tell him. “Just promise me.”

“I promise,” he nods. “It won't happen, but I promise.”

Throwing your arms around him. He wraps his around your waist, holding you to him tightly. Trusting him is becoming easier. Believing him is becoming easier. Wanting him to stay by your side is becoming easier.

“Are you going home first?” You ask, pulling away a little bit to look at him.

“Nope,” he answers, and you give him a look. “I might have started to pack a just in case bag.”

“Oh, really?” You ask and he nods. “Good.”

“Yeah?” He questions, almost like he was surprised.

“Yeah,” you confirm.

This was big. It actually wasn't big at all but felt huge. It felt like he was becoming a permanent fixture in your little metaphorical shoe box . You just hope that he wants to stay because you want him to.

Holy shit!

You want him to stay.

You want him to stay.

《Chapter 13》

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