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taekookielove0130 · 24 days

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Slowly, Unintentionally.

Part 3 Pairing: Idol!Min Yoongi x Nerd!Reader

Summary:

Y/N and Yoongi are two individuals in completely different worlds who collide due to an arranged marriage. What happens when there’s somebody else living with them too?

⚠️ Warnings: Smut, fluff, angst, heartbreak, and crying. Tissues are highly recommended!

Part 1 :

Part 2:

One week later...

Y/N's POV

It’s been a week since a beautiful angel stepped into our lives and we’ve already grown so close. I can say I truly love Ae-cha with all my heart. We spend so much time together. She helps me out in the kitchen (even though it just means she’s going to rummage through the cupboards and find a good snack) and even slips into my bed late at night. She’s sneaky and cute and just downright lovely to me. Despite the way Yoongi despises me with every fibre of his being, I can say that he’s at least able to tolerate my presence now. Barely, but still.

I’m broken out of my thoughts as I feel a pair of small hands sneak around my waist.

“Oh, you’re back!” I say and turn to look at Ae-cha who beams at me, nodding eagerly. Today, I took a leave from my office just to make sure I was there for Ae-cha as she came back from her first guitar lesson. I hoped I'd be at least a little helpful for her and was definitely not disappointed as my little girl came back home and immediately sought me out. She starts talking animatedly about how wonderful her teacher had been and how patient he was to make sure she got all the basics right before beginning their lesson.

Knowing that she probably already knew all those basics but still liked appreciating the teacher for her thoughtfulness, I smile at her and then realize there’s another person in the kitchen at the sound of someone clearing their throat. I realize it’s Yoongi by the sound and turn around returning to my work as I know he wants to talk to Ae-cha. Hence, you can see I’m surprised when he softly calls out,

“Y/N.”

Hiding the fact that my heart just skipped a goddamn beat hearing him speak my name in such a soft tone, I slowly turn to face him. He’s standing there. Leaning against the top of the kitchen counter, looking impeccably handsome as ever.

“Can we talk?”

The softly posed question both confuses and scares me to an equal level though I just gulp, trying to wet my suddenly dry throat and manage to muster a believable smile.

“Yeah, sure.” I say and find myself even more confused as he instructs Ae-cha to go to her room and complete her homework. The little girl turns to send a secretive smile at me and runs outside, giggling after I dazedly smile back at her.

Yoongi stays there for a while, watching her go before he directs his attention at me. Being the centre of attention has always made me nervous and anxious but I don’t understand why being the centre of Yoongi’s attention has me feeling happy and powerful. It feels as if l my life I was used to being invisible, made peace with the fact but If Yoongi looks at me, I never want him to look away. He walks towards me and stops at an arm’s distance.

“I spoke to Ae-cha’s guardian yesterday and he told me that adoption would be a good option if we want to keep her with us. Otherwise, according to the law she’ll have to be sent to an orphanage. My legal team has told me that adoption can only be possible if there’s a functioning relationship between the couple. It’s said that the officers are hard to convince unless the pair have and understanding with each other. I know that we haven’t exactly been a proper couple but do you think we can at least try to pretend?

The fact that he wanted to talk to me only because it was about Ae-cha breaks my heart again. Even worse, he’s just giving that to me as a piece of information, not even slightly caring about my opinion. I struggle to gather the broken pieces before I say,

“Yeah, I think we can.”

He doesn’t make my struggle easier when he speaks again,

“Thanks. But you know that I’m only asking you this for Ae-cha, right? It has nothing to do with us.”

I feel tears prick my eyes but I hold on, deciding not to break down in front of him. I offer my best smile to him and nod.

He replies with an,

“Oh good. See you later then.” and walks out.

I run to my room and lock the door before crying my hearts out. Within a few minutes, I hear a soft knock on my door. Groaning, I'm about to tell whoever it is to go away when

"Y/n, Are you in there?" Ae-cha's voice sounds from the other side of the door. Panicking slightly, I sniff a few times, hurriedly running to the restroom and splashing my face with water.

"Yeah, what's up?" I ask, smiling brightly at her after opening the door to my room.

The little girl eyes me up and down suspiciously as if she isn't convinced everything's fine.

"hm, I was going to watch a movie. Wanna join?"

I frown, trying to find out why exactly she's behaving as if she knows everything before shrugging as to say,

"Sure, why not."

Ae-cha settles down on the couch, flipping through the programs to find a good movie while I make some popcorn for us.

After we settle comfortably on the couch and the movie is playing, I space out. Not that I mean to, but the recent events all awaken my overthinking abilities. I had a pretty good day from the morning, what with Ae-cha's guitar lessons and all but once again, Yoongi had to ruin it. But even with how badly he treats me, I cannot bring myself to hate this man. I'm more annoyed than angry actually. If he wanted to go about the adoption process, I'm pretty sure he'll be able to surpass all the legal procedures with his societal standing and popularity. But he was deciding to do it the legal way. And I respect that, truly. But the least he could do for me, was to treat me like an actual human being and consider my feelings about the whole things. At least for the sake of pretending, we had to get to know each other. He just...

As the million wild thoughts race through my mind, I feel a soft warm body slowly move towards me on the couch. Turning, I see e-cha snuggling under my arm, cuddling closer and laying her head on my shoulder. at least, she tries to but with her height, she's only successful at lading on my chest. Laughing softly, I pull her closer, creating a comfortable space for her to lie down on the couch.

Smiling up at me, she leans closer and for a second I'm almost afraid. But then, her soft lips gently graze my cheek and I sit, frozen at what just happened. Then, she gets back to her previous position. Pleasantly surprised, I'm only able to wrap her up in my arms and almost miss it when she whispers softly,

"I'm there for you."

The burn of my eyes and the sudden tightness in my throat are all to familiar but i stubbornly blink them back, only nodding and pressing a kiss to her temple. She looks up at me and we smile at each other.

This wonderful creature, so small. But filled with so much knowledge. I sit there in awe trying to comprehend how she can be so understanding in spite of not understanding!?!?

I finally decide, I can tackle whatever Yoongi throws t me, no matter how hard as long as I have my dear Ae-cha by my side. I love her. And I love him. In different ways. Yet at the same time, soo similar.

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That was quite a long break. I apologize for it. But as you can see, I'm back. I'm working on this fic and a small one-shot based on Jimin. SO, stay tuned. Do tell me what you think.

Does Ae-cha KNOW what happened between them? Is Yoongi doing this the legal way just for formality's sake or for something else? Ae-cha is actually and angel, isn't she?

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taekookielove0130 · 1 year

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Slowly, Unintentionally.

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How is he so cute and hot at the same time!? Fjkdheidbf (Jungkook is my bias, I swear🤕)

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Pairing: Idol!Min Yoongi x Nerd!Reader

Summary:

Y/N and Yoongi are two individuals in completely different worlds who collide due to an arranged marriage. What happens when there’s somebody else living with them too?

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Author's Note:

Part 2 is here! The love I got for Part 1 helped me a lot! But please don't be a silent reader. I beg you. If I can not tell what you guys liked about the story then how am I supposed to know what to write about next? Please. Please tell me what you think *pout pout*

Part 1

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Looking back at that night, I can see that he had just made me realize how my life after marriage was going to be. We've been married for a little over a month, and all he has ever spoken to me about is my family or his work. It's always about something that my father wants us to do or something that his fans expect.

We share the roof, but apart from that, nothing else. I cook for him, and we eat together for formality's sake. That's the only time we see each other at home except for the scarce few times he decides to grace me with his presence since our parents requested it.

I'm broken out of my reverie as I hear the sound of a car being parked in our garage. I look at the clock and see that it's 8 pm. Frowning, I recall that he works till 10 pm usually and he's early today. Shrugging, I move to the door and open it to find a shocking sight...

My husband is standing right there with a bag slung over his shoulder. What surprises me though, is the pair of feminine legs I can see behind his. I look up at him and see the warning in his eyes not to say something I'm going to regret.

So instead of saying anything I look down and move aside, letting the pair in. Yoongi enters followed by a girl who looks about 9 or 10 years old. She's holding his arm tight and looking at me with wide, untrusting eyes. I watch as Yoongi softly pries her hands away from his arm and pulls her to stand in front of me.

I give her a soft smile which she doesn't even try to return. He watches her expressions carefully and then slowly turns towards me.

"Y/N, this is Ae-Cha. "

He says and then turns to face the girl.

"Ae-cha, this is my wife. Y/N, Ae-Cha is going to live with us hereafter. "

The way he is looking at me makes me think he is waiting for my reaction. So I give him a reassuring smile and kneel to meet the girl's height.

"Hello, Ae-cha. "

I say and tuck a strand of her dark hair behind her ear.

"HI."

She replies and waves her hand shyly at me.

Giving her a soft smile, I turn back to Yoongi and say, "Why don't you freshen up? By then, I'll show Ae-cha to her room, and she'll freshen up too so we can eat dinner?"

I can see the surprise in his eyes for a second before he masks it up with indifference once again.

"Yeah, sure. "

I wait till he leaves and then turn back to the little girl. I smile at her before I stand and extend my hand toward her, "Let's go."

A few minutes later, Yoongi and Ae-cha are seated at the dining table while I am serving food to Yoongi. As I turn to place the food on Ae-cha's plate, she puts her hand up to stop me.

As I eye her with a questioning look in my eye, she says in a loud voice, "Rice has too many calories. Don't you have something like broccoli or boiled peanuts?"

I open my mouth to tell her I can make something she wants, but Yoongi cuts me to the chase saying, "Here, you only get to eat what's available. Now, don't make a big scene and just eat it."

Frowning, I think about why Yoongi is acting a bit rude to the little girl.

"No way! Are you trying to make me fat? You know that I want to be a model when I grow up right? " she argues, and I try to control my laughter at the look on Yoongi's face. He looks like he's trying so hard to control his anger.

"Ae-cha, just eat what has been made."

He says in a low voice.

"You don't even know what food is to be consumed at what time. You have zero knowledge!" She shouts at him, surprising me by leaving the room.

"B-bread?" I stutter and sigh before running right behind her. I enter the guest bedroom and see her sitting on the couch with headphones on.

She has an irritated look on her face, and I don't know what to do other than stand and see her for a few seconds. Just as I am about to approach her, I hear Yoongi's phone ringing. Though I don't mean to overhear, I can listen to the conversation clearly from here.

I identify the other person on the line as Hoseok, another member of their band and one of Yoongi's best friends. He was his best man at our wedding besides a few other friends. Hoseok shouts in a loud voice I've only heard him use when he's too angry with someone,

"Who was that girl I saw with you earlier? Why are you taking her to stay with you? Did you ask Y/N if she's fine with it?"

I wait to hear Yoongi simply say, "She's Ha-joon's daughter."

Hoseok shouts again, "WHAT! Why's that woman now talking to you? And why the hell has she sent her daughter with you!? Has she decided not to let you be happy?!"

I feel tears prick my eyes and stream down my face as I recall bits and pieces of information I had gathered about the woman my husband is still madly in love with.

Ha-Joon is the girl Yoongi dated for about three years. They were introduced to each other by mutual friends, and they instantly started dating.

But fate had to play a cruel joke on Yoongi when she cheated on him with his secretary and he had to find the pair entwined on his bed.

Apparently, she only ever dated my husband because of pressure from her family and loved his secretary. She had finally decided to elope though she knew her family would disown her.

I mean, I knew these types of things did happen in the upper tier families but I was still shocked to know my husband had to face that.

Yoongi, who had fallen head over heels for the girl was unable to move on from the heartbreak that I still see him struggling with. It saddened me to no end that fate had always managed to spoil this good man's life, keeping him away from all the happiness in the world.

The fact that he doesn't even want to accept my help has made me stay away from him except for necessary times.

Though I do the household chores while he takes care of the shopping and other stuff, we both have an unsaid agreement not to disturb each other's personal lives. I started listening to their songs and within a very short period of time I've become a dedicated fan. Lately, I've been binge-watching some of their concerts and though I don't mean to be partial, I feel my eyes stray and linger on Yoongi a lot subconsciously.

Now, though, I am shocked out of my shaken state when Yoongi says,

"Hyung, they're both dead."

With widened eyes, I turn back to look at the girl and immediately feel bad for her.

Though I do not know the feeling of not getting enough love from your parents, I can sympathize with her and my husband as I had heard from Yoongi's friends about the rough upbringing he had.

From the little bit of research I had done about him before our marriage, I knew that his parents had died in a car accident when he was a child.

After that, his uncle was the only person who took care of his upbringing. Being a busy man in his primes, Yoongi’s uncle was unable to give him a taste of familial love and care. And soon enough, Yoongi had grown and had to leave his home for his dream job.

He had been accepted by a company and had to stay and work in The States until his debut. Now, I know that anybody would mistake my feelings towards him to be sympathy or the common urge to show him what being loved feels like.

But to be honest, what I feel towards him is the primal instinct of love and protection. In the past week I've come to know so much about him either through his friends or by just observing him. Without meaning to, I've started to notice the tiniest of details. Like, how he never forgets to deposit his used clothes in the laundry or how he always drinks a glass of water before going to bed and right after waking up. The knowledge I have gained about him makes me want to spend the rest of my life showing him love and all it entails.

I do know that cannot happen. Sighing, I wipe the tear strains from my eyes and turn to look at the girl. I kneel down so we're almost the same height and then remove her headphones.

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Yoongi’ s POV

I didn’t know what I expect earlier in the day when I received a call from her dad but it sure wasn’t to be told that she and her husband were both no more with us and their daughter couldn’t stay with him since he’s traveling abroad and he was getting too old.

I decided to bring the girl home, speaking of which...

I sigh and run my hand through my hair realizing I took out my frustration in Ae-cha. Pushing my chair back, I decide to find her and apologize properly. I thought I was prepared for whatever happens but nothing on earth could have prepared me for the scene there.

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Y/N's POV

I smile at her before holding my ears with both my hands saying,

"What do you want for dinner? "

She looks at me with widened eyes and I pout at her.

"Please forgive me for not asking earlier. Pwetty pweaasee" I say with a babyish voice and she hums, thinking for a while.

"Okay, I'll forgive you. On one condition. "

I widen my eyes and nod eagerly, asking her, "What is it? "

"You should always ask me what I want to eat. Do you think you'll be able to do that."

I smile and nod at her saying, "I'll never forget after this." She folds her hands and pretends to be a tough person as she says, "Mhmm. So now you've learnt your lesson."

"Yes mam. " I reply cheekily and smile with satisfaction as I watch her giggle cutely. "Okay, can we go eat now? I feel sooo hungry " I ask exaggerating the "hungry" part and stand up extending my hand to her. "Yes, let's go." she says gleefully and hops down holding my hand.

We both turn to go and I am shocked to see Yoongi standing there. He's got a gummy smile and he's looking at Ae-cha with adoration in his eyes. I think he should smile more. It makes him look so cute! I have seen his concerts and heard girls gush about it, mind you. I just never realised how cute it was...

Ae-cha suddenly pushes my hand aggressively away and folds her hands again. She puffs out her cheeks and turns her head away from Yoongi, a frown marring her forehead.

I watch as Yoongi flinches and scratches the back of his head, something I've noticed he does when he's guilty. He slowly walks towards her and kneels down, whispering

"I'm sorry. I was a bit rude to you. It's just that I don't like when someone says no to food. "

Ae-cha hesitates a few seconds before giving up.

She slowly faces him and says, "But you could have said it softly. You know, my grandfather often says that what you say can make a big difference in the other person's life. "

She looks at Yoongi with her wide eyes sparkling with innocence in them and I see him regretting what he did. For some inexplicablereason, he looks at me. I see emotion lurking in his dark orbs. It resembles guilt but even before I can try to figure out what it is, it's gone.

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again. " he says and she replies with a smile, "I'm sure you won't. "

Yoongi silently pulls her into a hug and shuts his eyes tightly.

I know exactly what he's going through right now. Trying to guve the child her fair bit of familial love she deserves being the reason why he brought her home, he has realised that raising his voice at her has only hurt ans scared the poor child.

I watch the interaction with tears in my eyes and am surprised when Ae-cha pulls me. She holds my hands and pats Yoongi on the shoulders.

They break the hug and Yoongi stands. He looks at me for a moment with an unreadable expression and a cold face.

I sigh and turn to Ae-cha. I don't know what I expected, really. Though I know that nothing’s going to change between us, I keep hoping for something good.

A small sign from him that he's ready to accept me would be enough. Though I can't ever forgive or forget him for the words he threw at me on our wedding night, I still feel like I should give this marriage a chance.

But everytime I do something good for him, I only witness him chip a part of my heart away. At the end of the day, I only keep getting hurt... ___________________________

To be continued...

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