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jungk0oksthighs · 2 years

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Over The Odds | Best Friend

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - angst, smut, fluff, S2L, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook

Word count - 1.4k

Drabble 2 - Jungkook and Taehyung have breakfast

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex

FULL SERIES COLLECTION

Jungkook is a self-proclaimed over thinker which is one of the many traits that make him an excellent CEO, he analyses every situation for the best possible outcome and never misses a single detail. Until he met you.

“I was surprised when I read the contract,” Taehyung says with a full mouth, having already half-eaten his bacon pancakes, “You’re really not going to sleep with other women?”

It’s not that Jungkook is an international Playboy, he doesn’t have the time to sleep with many women, he’s always so busy with work – but he’s never had a girlfriend either. That’s what intrigued him about the sugar daddy scene in the first place, he has plenty of money and it’s always been easier for him to buy the affection of his partners, rather than earn it.

To this Jungkook shakes his head lightly, “No, she said if I got to sleep with other people then it’s only fair that she does too… And that’s not an option.” The thought of you being intimate with another man makes him physically shudder into his black coffee.

“Sounds like you’re dating her.” The other man hums, shovelling more food inside his mouth.

For as long as Jungkook can remember Taehyung has always been his best friend, they were inseparable as toddlers and thankfully that has continued right through to adulthood. Taehyung was always honest with Jungkook, a quality that was difficult to find in his world as most people would tell him anything they thought he wanted to hear to get his approval. More importantly, Taehyung is the only person who will call him out on his bullshit. With Jungkook being the CEO of Jeon Industries and Taehyung being a brilliant business attorney their friendship has only strengthened over the years, there’s nothing one doesn’t know about the other – nobody knows Jungkook like his best friend.

The two men are currently sitting at the breakfast bar in Jungkook’s penthouse apartment, it’s 7:04AM. Realistically they’re supposed to be preparing for a business conference Jungkook is holding later that day in central London but the conversation has managed to find its way to his sex life with a little work from Taehyung.

“The media is always making me out to be some rich playboy,” Jungkook scatters roasted granola onto his protein yoghurt, “I’m hoping people will take me more seriously if I appear to be in a stable relationship.”

“You’re a billionaire people will take you seriously no matter what.” Taehyung chips in, “And there’s no appearing about it, you like this girl don’t you?”

Jungkook pauses. Suddenly you’re at the forefront of his mind, just last night he’d had you bent over this very surface while he fucked you for what simultaneously felt like hours on end and not long enough at all. You’d showed up to his apartment all guns blazing about the mysterious ten thousand pounds that showed in your bank account with the payment reference Brat, insisting that you didn’t want any money for the first night you’d spent together. He tries to fight a smile at the memory of how he shut you up mid-speech with a fiery kiss that eventually lead to one hell of a night together, if Taehyung knew all the details he probably wouldn’t be so eager to finish his meal here.

“I guess,” Jungkook acts indifferently with a small shrug, “You know I don’t date though, I don’t have the time.”

“Bullshit.” Taehyung calls him out straight away with widened round eyes, “You’ve known her what three weeks? And how many times have you fucked her already?”

“Four. Well technically four and a half.” He smirks, up until one week ago he’d never invited any of his romantic interests, if he could even call them that, to the office – always wanting to keep work and his sex life separate. His cock twitches at the mental image of you tied up completely naked atop of his paperwork while he ate you out, and how he brought you back to his apartment that night to fuck your brains out. You’d barely made it through the door before he had you pinned up against it, your legs wrapped round his waist while he drilled into you hard enough for you to ache the next morning. He has to clear his throat to try and rid himself of the memory before he ends up with a full-blown hard on during breakfast.

Taehyung ignores how someone can be fucked four and a half times, “See. So you do have the time after all, you’re always messaging and calling her. I’m just saying you never act like this, somethings different about you.”

No, you’re different. You’re nothing like he’d expected you to be, nothing like the endless sea of women who would happily use him for his money. The night he met you the price tag was still attached to your dress, he knew you couldn’t afford to keep it and planned to return it but you still refused his money. Ten thousand would probably pay off a lot of your debts, and it would mean you could keep that navy dress that you looked so good in – but Jungkook has realised over the last few weeks that you’re stubborn, a real brat when you want to be, and so he had to specifically instruct the bank to not take the money back, because there’s no doubt in his mind that you would attempt to refund it sooner or later.

Which leads to the one burning question that’s been on his mind constantly these days, why did you accept his offer if not for the money?

“She’s…” Jungkook exhales slowly, “I don’t know.” He admits, because when it comes to you his usually sharp brain turns into a mushy mess, he just can’t figure you out..

“You’ve never wanted to commit a whole year to anyone else. The model was the longest agreement you’ve ever had and she only lasted two months.” Taehyung reminds him with a knowing glance, “You can deny it as much as you want but you like her.”

“Never said I didn’t, like I said I guess I kinda do like her yeah.” Jungkook is usually one to freely speak his mind so these kinds of pressing conversations find a way to make him uncomfortable.

“So why the need for the contract at all? Just ask her out.”

“She’s struggling financially and I want to help, besides the contract makes things easier. We know where we stand with each other and what’s expected of us that way.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes, “Yeah cause heaven forbid you communicate with each other healthily, not everything has to be a business agreement.”

“I don’t date Tae, why are you pushing this so hard?”

Jungkook’s question is ignored by his oldest friend, “When are you next seeing her?”

“Tomorrow night, we’re having dinner.”

“Sounds like a date to me.” A puff of air escapes Taehyung’s nostrils, and deep down Jungkook knows he’s right – it is a date. He’s booked a table at a new five-star Italian restaurant all because he vaguely remembers you mentioning once that you like pizza.

Sensing Jungkook’s discomfort Taehyung’s features soften as he comes to the end of his meal, “So ten thousand? That’s gonna be her monthly allowance?”

“Yeah, I reckon by the end of the year she’ll have definitely paid off everything that she needs to.” Jungkook doesn’t like talking about when the year is finally over, he’s realised. Because one day you’re going to meet somebody else who isn’t so bitterly afraid of commitment and can give you everything you deserve.

“Hmm. Okay I’ll drop it, but if you start getting feelings for her you need to tell her straight away and end things, if you’re serious when you say you don’t want to date her properly. Don’t want you to wind up getting hurt.”

“Of course,” Jungkook nods in agreement, fixing his tie, “I’d expect her to do the same if she ever felt that way about me.”

But no matter how much Jungkook tries to deny it, the fact still remains – It’s already too late. He likes you. And his best friend Taehyung already knows one way or another this is going to end badly.

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chimivx · 2 years

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simply one-derful. // myg.

pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Female!Reader, and ot7 { couple from vegas, baby }

summary: It was incredibly ironic, your daughter sharing a birthday with her favorite person- besides her parents. Thinking her first birthday is going to be spectacular, an unexpected letter in the mail turns things upside down... Until your found family comes together to have an amazing night.

words: 7k

warnings: birthday blues (lets be honest we all get em), sex talk obvi, suggestive convo, grown adults partying, drinking, alcohol, readers bad parents are back, mentions of bad parenting, jikook warning bc I LOVE THEM If I missed anything PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

a/n: HI! Another Vegas series mini... I can't help myself. I love picking apart their life and putting it in writing. I adore being able to get to know them. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUNGKOOK AND BABY MIN! :) Yes, I know I'm posting a day early.

{ find the vegas, series here to get to know this couple some more }

~ September 1st, 2022 ~

“Here, D, oh my god,” You hand your babbling baby over to Yoongi who takes her with furrowed brows. He had literally just walked into the kitchen, ready to help you start setting up for the party, and you were already frustrated, storming out of his presence.

Holding his daughter in his hands like a football for a second, he flips her around and pops her on his hip, giving her a curious look.

“What’s wrong with Mom?” He asks quietly, “What’d you do?”

“Mama,” Your daughter says to him, patting his chest with her hands, “Ma, ma, ma,” She says to the beat of her tiny tapping hands. Yoongi chuckles.

“My little protégé,” He whispers so he knows you don’t hear him. You’re very adamant about your daughter becoming her own person, and Yoongi definitely agrees, but can’t help but feel like some of his genius was passed on to his little one.

“I like the song,” He says to her as she continues her tapping and babbling.

“Ma, ma, maaa,” She drags out, making him laugh. Walking around the marble counters, he spies a pile of mail next to the sink, one that hadn’t been there before.

“MA!” Your daughter shrieks, and Yoongi is quick to hush her.

“Something made Mom mad,” He says to her under his breath, looking through the mail for something that would trigger your, very rare, anger.

“Mah?” She questions, copying the sound of her fathers words, not even knowing what they even meant.

Tossing aside pointless letters and junk mail, he pauses as he catches the torn edge of a light pink envelope forcefully shoved within the pages of one of your magazines.

“Aha,” He says.

“Aha,” The baby on his hip copies him, clearly this time.

“You smartie,” Yoongi smiles at her, getting her to beam a partially toothless grin that reminded him of you. Her nose crinkles just like yours does.

Pulling the envelope out of the silky pages of Vogue, he flips it over and frowns as he reads the return label. Your daughter's name was written in the center of it in crisp cursive with your home address written beneath it in neat handwriting.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” He mutters, feeling his own blood start to boil.

The top of the envelope is torn open, so he assumes you’ve already opened and read it. Following suit, he uses the hand beneath his baby's bottom to pull the card out, tossing the envelope to the side without care.

Keeping the baby on his right hip with his good shoulder, he lifts the card up with his other hand, giving it a good look.

The front of it is frilly, pink and glittery. There’s two ballerina’s on either side of the script that read, “To a ONE-derful Granddaughter”, and Yoongi can’t help but huff a pathetic laugh. As expected, his daughter copies him.

“You got that right,” He mumbles to her, flipping the card open with his thumb. A one hundred dollar bill falls out of it onto the counter. Your daughter spots it and reaches for it, but Yoongi is quick to pull her away, telling her it was dirty and that she wasn’t allowed to touch it.

Eyes scanning the kind of cute message the card came with, he reads what’s written at the bottom and audibly expresses his fury with a groan.

‘Happy Birthday to the sweet little girl who made us Grandparents. One year ago today we had no idea that our lives would change this way. We weren’t expecting you. Life is full of surprises and we’re definitely sure you were one of them. Here’s to hoping one day we meet. Until then, chin up, work hard, make us proud, and Happy Birthday!’

It was signed by your parents.

Yoongi wanted to scream. He wanted to scream so loud that your parents would hear him, but he kept quiet. He kept quiet for you.

It wasn’t ever Yoongi’s idea to share things with them. It wasn’t his idea to give your parents the address to your home, and it never once crossed his mind to tell them that you two have even had a fucking child together.

They’ve never even met him before, they barely had an idea of who their daughter was sharing her life with. You used to make jokes together about how one Google search could expose you to the masses, but they didn’t care enough to even do that.

He never put up a fight for your sake.

Though you both share the same feelings and festering bitterness for the people who brought you into this world, he never held you back from reaching out to them. Sure, he’d share some thoughts, instill some kind of warning in case you didn’t get an answer, or one you weren’t ready to hear, but other than that, he kept quiet.

He’d rather be there for you when they weren’t instead of getting in your way and sparking an argument right off the bat.

You must’ve opened this and read it before he came down from his office, no wonder you hustled out the way you did.

“Baby?” Yoongi calls out to you, wherever you ended up.

“Baaaaay?” Your daughter shouts just as loud, pulling the card that was inevitably for her out of his hands. She flips it over a couple of times before figuring out how to open it up, acting like she was reading it.

“This is no time to be funny, miss,” Yoongi laughs softly, whispering to her before snatching the card from her little hands.

“Hey, baby?” Yoongi tries again, shoving the card back into the envelope, money and all. His fingers are left with tiny pieces of pink glitter all over them.

“Yes, dear?” He hears from the foyer of the house, followed by the closing of the front door. Your daughter looks at her father curiously at the sound of a new voice, trying to place it within her small aray of people she knew and remembered.

“We’re in here, Kook,” Yoongi says, starting for the doorway. Meeting him at the threshold, wincing as your daughter screeched at the sight of her Uncle Kookie, he hands her over to the man who was wearing a grin three sizes too big. Kicking her feet like crazy, she instantly cuddles up into his chest, her own special way of giving people a hug.

“Happy Birthday, little goofball,” Jungkook kisses the top of her head and rocks her side to side. She looks up at him with a smile and babbles a few meaningless words to him.

“Think she just said it back,” Yoongi tilts his chin to the side, and squints his eyes, getting Jungkook to laugh. “Seriously though, Happy Birthday brother.”

“Thanks,” Jungkook cheeses again, then glances over Yoongi’s shoulder, “Where’s the wife?” He asks, looking forward to seeing you. Yoongi gives his eyes a roll and sighs.

“She’s not my wife yet,” He whispers.

“So?” Jungkook scoffs, “Close enough.”

“We’re engaged, Kook,” Yoongi says a little more cautiously.

“She’s so weird for this,” Jungkook smiles as he shakes his head, “It’s close enough, why does she find it weird for me to call her your wife?”

“Why?” Your daughter, who was contently laying against Jungkook’s chest, perks up and copies the last syllables he spoke that she could say. He looks down at her and widens his eyes.

“Exactly,” He says to her, and Yoongi laughs.

“I, uh, I don’t know where she went,” He says, watching his daughter lift a hand to point at Jungkook's lip ring, touching it with care. Using his tongue to make it move side to side, she’s mesmerized, pointer finger stuck in the air.

“There’s a card from her parents on the counter,” Yoongi’s words make the youngest freeze, only his eyes flickering up to give him a look, “I know,” Yoongi rolls his eyes in agreement to Jungkook’s unspoken opinion on the matter, “They sent money and everything. There’s a message in it, it’s totally backhanded, I just… Kook, it’s so fucked they’d do this.”

“Is there a return address, I swear to… Where is it?” Jungkook asks, “You said on the counter?” Nodding, Yoongi sighs.

“Want me to take her?” He holds out his hands to his brother, offering to take his daughter back. Shielding her away from her own father, looking subtly offended, Jungkook shakes his head.

“Uh uh, this is our day,” He says, and brushes past Yoongi, heading straight into the kitchen, “Now, when I need to throw a punch, you can take her back.” Jungkook says a bit louder. Yoongi can hear the shuffle of the paper, and the opening of the card, so he hurries to the stairs to avoid Jungkook's initial reaction.

Trekking up the carpeted, dual level stairs, Yoongi peers into every open door in the upstairs hallway. You aren’t in your bedroom, the bathroom, the guest room, or his office, so his only other option was your daughter's room, but her door was shut.

Stepping in front of it, he drums two fingers on the wood to let you know he was coming in.

“Hey, you in here?” He asks softly, turning the knob, pushing the door to the sage green bedroom open, finding you sitting in front of your baby’s chestnut wooden crib with your legs tucked into your chest.

Side eyeing him, you sigh heavily and point your focus forward on the matching dressers and changing table.

Yoongi shuts the door behind him, standing against it for a second in the silence of the comforting room. Her walls were decorated with pictures of her and her family, and adorable works of art with the sweetest messages on them that you had designed yourself. In fact, you had mapped out her entire room on an app five months into your pregnancy, and Yoongi, always on your side, found a way to make it happen.

Coming closer, he sits down on the floor beside you and leans his back on the wood, looking over at you. Your eyes were lifeless, and that told him more than he needed to know. He waits for you to say something first, a couple of minutes going by before you do.

“Jungkooks here?” You half ask, keeping your eyes on the furniture.

“He is,” Yoongi’s voice is gentle.

“Baby’s happy then,” You mumble, acting like she hadn’t been happy as a clam all morning, making his face screw up in confusion.

“She’s always happy,” He objects, tone growing stronger. Glancing to your lap, you take a deep, shaky breath. Yoongi watches a tear slide down your cheek.

“Is she?” You ask just above a whisper. Throwing his hands out in front of him, he’s ready to go off, but stops himself. Instead, he closes his hands into fists and places them on his knees, reminding himself where this new, sudden thought was stemming from. The rotten woman who put that card in the mail.

“She’s happy,” He says, “The happiest goddamn baby I’ve ever seen,” He pauses, hoping something he says is going to fix this, “You know why she’s as happy as she is?” You finally look up at him, your teary eyes wrecking his heart, “‘Cause she’s got a badass mom.” Reaching over, he wipes away the tear that had fallen and gives you a smile.

“I sent them a message two weeks after she was born,” You say, “Two weeks,” Yoongi nods, listening wholeheartedly, “They got her name, her stats, the date, that’s it. Not a picture, not a where, not a how, not a who with,” Your voice falls into a whisper, “They didn’t even ask me anything, D. I didn’t get a, how’re you doing, how’re you feeling… Not even a, how’s the baby?” Reaching up for one of his hands, he’s quick to snatch it up, holding it over his chest.

“I remember,” He says, encouraging you to continue.

“They didn’t answer the text,” You shake your head, your face twisting up in shock, “I gave them vague ass information, and they still didn’t ask me a single question. It’s been a YEAR! And not a single, fucking, question. They haven’t asked to see a photo- I could be lying!” Pressing your other hand to your chest, you start to laugh at the thought of you faking an entire child just to get your parents attention. Yoongi takes a deep breath, letting you feel everything you need to feel at this moment.

“I could be totally lying to them,” You shake your head again, “‘Life is full of surprises we’re definitely sure you were one of them’, get out of here with that load of bullshit,” Squeezing Yoongi’s hand, you give him a look and shrug your shoulders, “They’re right though, she wasn’t planned. She was a total surprise. They expected something like this to happen, that’s how irresponsible they think that I am.”

“Hey, wait, not irresponsible,” Yoongi tried to negate, holding up his other hand. Shooting him another look, he blows air from his lips and rolls his eyes.

“Was our daughter a surprise? Yes. Was it irresponsible? Mmm, maybe. Do we regret it? Not a chance. Are we secure enough that the weight of having and caring for a child hasn’t broken us? Yes,” He’s slowly starting to get fired up, but when it came to your parents, you only seemed to listen to Yoongi when he spoke up like this, and it wasn’t often, “Surprises happen to married couples all the fucking time, babe. Do people act like they’ve committed a crime? No! How are we any different?”

“We’re not,” You mumble.

“Damn right, we’re not,” Yoongi states, “I’ve been in love with you for eight years, if we want to have babies, we’re going to have babies. They don’t even know us. I’m not going to let two pot-stirring, old, decomposing assholes dictate how you feel about your life anymore.”

“Decompos…” You whisper, then finally laugh.

“Yeah, now that I’m mad you finally laugh,” Yoongi sighs, groaning straight after, “You’re done with them.”

“Decomposing!” You say louder, falling into his side while you belly laugh. Taking deep breaths, Yoongi drags a hand through his hair trying to relax.

“I’m serious, baby,” He says in a softer tone, “Restraining orders, we’re done with them. They’re not messing with her. Shit, I wanted to do this years ago so they’d stop messing with you.”

Hearing the sincerity in his voice makes you calm down. The two of you share a look, a deciding look, one that you nod in agreement to confirm. He’d move mountains for his girl, you’re positive that he’d catch a felony without thinking twice if it meant he was protecting her.

“I’m sure they only sent it to mess with me,” You offer to calm his nerves about his daughter, “But, yeah. I’m done. I’ve been done. A year ago was the last time I even tried anyway, so, how fitting that we end it around the same occasion.” Tilting your head side to side a bit, you sarcastically shake your hand in his to show some sort of celebration.

“I am sorry it happened though,” Yoongi whispers. Shrugging once more, you look in his eyes and smile.

“At this point I’m usually not affected like this, I don’t know why this got to me,” You say, glancing around the room, “I should’ve just thrown it away.” Yoongi presses his lips together in a smile.

“I know why,” He says, getting your attention back, “‘Cause you're a badass mom,” He repeats himself now that you actually hear him, “And you care about that girl more than I’ve seen you care about anything else in this world.”

“I do,” You barely say, “I really do,” A tear pricks at your eye, “I love you just as much, D. Life is so much better because of you.” Blinking away tears that welled in his own eyes, Yoongi smiles as he leans over to give you a few short, sweet kisses.

“Hey! Am I burning this shit for birthday card, or what?” Jungkook shouts up the stairs.

“Wha!” Your daughter shouts after him, getting you and Yoongi to laugh on each other's lips, “Mama!” She shouts loud and clear, beckoning you to come down the steps.

“You’re wanted,” Yoongi raises his eyebrows cheekily, “She doesn’t yell for me like that.” Giving him a genuine smile, you both stand to your feet after sharing another kiss and emerge from your daughters room together.

Appearing at the top of the stairs, she sees you and shrieks, wiggling around like a worm in Jungkooks arms.

“Ahhh,” He sighs theatrically, “Mrs. Min Yoongi, nice to see you.” Coming down the stairs with Yoongi behind you, you just know that he’s signaling for Jungkook to shut up. It used to rub you the wrong way, being addressed as such before you’re formally married, but, now… It felt like relief.

“Oh, yes,” You nod, holding open your arms for your girl to climb into once you're on the bottom stair, “Get rid of my last name, please.” You laugh, then wrap your arms around your little one who’s cuddled into your chest.

“Really?!” Jungkook looks excited, looking to Yoongi behind you triumphantly.

“Really,” Yoongi confirms with a single nod, officially addressing the end of your affiliation with your parents.

“Koo-hee, ma, ma, ma, Koo-hee, ma, ma, ma…” Your daughter starts to babble in a pattern, making you all look at her. She was laid on your chest over your heart, with a hand on your shoulder messing with your bra strap.

“I love this song,” Jungkook jokes, pumping a fist in the air to the beat she was babbling to. Smiling, you turn to look at Yoongi who was so clearly biting his tongue.

“Say it,” You mutter.

“Protégé!” Yoongi nearly shouts, thrusting his hands out at his sides.

By nine thirty that evening your home was still buzzing with life. Shortly after Jungkook arrived and Yoongi talked you off the ledge, the other five guys showed up one by one. Except Jimin and Taehyung, they came together.

With the ample pairs of hands eager to help out, the party was set up in a half an hour, and your girl was constantly occupied by an uncle who showered her in love. Sticking with a neutral theme- you and Yoongi hated stereotypes- different shades of green were used in the decorations, much like the sage green of your daughters bedroom walls.

A giant golden balloon in the shape of a number one was tied to the back of her high chair, a wooden one that matched all of the furniture associated with her. You wouldn’t say you were neurotic about her things, but anyone who took a look around your house would say otherwise. Everything matched, everything followed a theme, everything followed a color scheme.

It was no surprise to the guys when they saw her first birthday would be the same.

The first guests arrived when you had taken your daughter upstairs to change, a couple members of the team you were all close with. Putting your girl into a pastel yellow jumper with three brown buttons down the top, and matching sandals, you decide to skip a bow or a headband knowing she’d just rip it out the moment she was downstairs. She looked absolutely adorable, and she surely was the life of the party.

Throughout the rest of the day people came in and out, stopping by to express their love, or sticking around for a couple of hours to have a good time with good people.

After rounds of food, and a smushed birthday cake courtesy of your one year old who couldn’t wait until the song was over to dig into the dessert, everyone that was left this evening was your little family, six cool uncle’s, and, of course, Sunny.

“Can I turn this off?” Yoongi scrunches his nose, asking you from the arm of the couch he was sitting on across the room. He was gesturing to the speakers mounted to the wall in the living room that had music from a party appropriate Spotify playlist playing.

Sitting on the edge of the couch with your elbows on your knees and a bright blue maraca in your hand, you give him a small smile and nod. You knew his skin was crawling as soon as you pressed shuffle earlier. Now with all of the other guests gone and just the main crew around, he finally had the courage to ask.

“Here she comes!” Jimin says in a silly voice from the floor in front of the couch. He was sitting criss-cross between Jungkooks legs. The youngest was leaning forward, all of his body weight on top of Jimin with his arms wrapped around his shoulders and his chin nestled into his neck.

They were on the sofa across from you, the one Yoongi was just perched on, giving you a front row seat to the bullshit they tried with all of their might to deny. It came out in places like this, private places. Neither of them were overly touchy-feely if they knew they were on camera, which most of their lives were. Here they were in a safe space, one where they could be themselves.

Their eyes were on your daughter who was standing up on her own, gripping the coffee table with everything she had. Her steps were slow, but she tried her best to teeter closer to the boys, because like you, Jimin had the other blue maraca in his hands.

“She’s comin’, Jimin-ssi,” Jungkook grins, making a face at your baby to encourage her.

“You want this?” Jimin asks, holding up the toy, giving it a shake. The sound that comes from it makes her shriek and bounce her knees, getting the audience around her to laugh.

“I’ve heard her scream more today than I ever have,” Hoseok’s eyes go wide as he nudges your shoulder, sitting right beside you. Sucking in a dramatic breath, you release as you look at him and nod slowly.

“It’s her favorite thing,” You say in a positive tone, but then cross your eyes to show your sarcasm, and he laughs, “Screaming, and copying you. She picks up on sounds quick, she’ll repeat them back almost perfectly.”

The music paused, making your daughter freeze and look around the room with suspicion. The only thing that could be heard was Sunny’s quiet chatter with Jin and Taehyung on the couch next to the one you and Hobi were on.

“Oh, she likes the music, it stopped,” Hoseok comments softly, tapping you again. Smiling, you nod.

“We always have something playing, she’s a music fien,” You say, and Jungkook agrees.

“She’s gonna be like her dad, I swear,” He says, giving you a teasing look. Dropping your jaw, you can’t away fight the smile that peeks onto your face. You would admit, your daughter being as talented as her father would be pretty awesome.

“She’s going to be whoever she wants to be, Kook,” You say calmly, getting a little smirk from him. He knew the rules, he just liked to push them- he learned that from you.

From the speakers, a beat starts to play causing a small roar to roll through the room out of everyone. A giant smile appears on your daughter's face as she starts to bounce her knees and slap the table with her hands. Taehyung sits forward, out of Sunnys arms, and dances with your girl, making her giggle. His head was bobbing in time with her slaps, and she was eating it up.

“Tee,” She stops to say, lifting a finger, pointing it at him. Taehyung makes a surprised face, acquiring another giggle, and puts his hands over his chest.

“Me?” He shakes his curly black hair around dramatically. Hobi, watching the scene in front of him, reaches for your wrist and squeezes it, making sure you were watching too.

“Tee! TEE!” Your daughter shouts, then resumes her bouncing to the music. Taehyung pouts his bottom lip and looks over at you.

“Tee,” He repeats, “It never gets old.”

Though there were complications after her birth, your daughter didn’t let it stop her from progressing and hitting every milestone she should be with flying colors, walking, talking, dancing, singing, and making beats apparently. She was tiny, but mighty.

She took her first two steps on her own just a few days ago. Fresh out of the bath, in her diaper, in her room, you and Yoongi were laid down on the floor on opposite sides of the carpet making her crawl back and forth between you. Giggling and babbling like crazy, because you could never get her to shut up, she was having the time of her life. Avoiding bedtime was always a blast- and something that happened often.

Yoongi was the one to pull her up to her feet, making her stand on her own for a few seconds assuming she’d plop down to her bottom like she usually would. However, your little powerhouse never let you know her next move, and she barrelled forward on her feet twice before she nearly toppled over. Yoongi lunged forward to catch her, mouth agape, staring at you in shock.

Profanities were shouted that made your daughter cackle as she shoved her fingers in her mouth. With tears welling in your eyes, you crawled over to their side and you praised her together, cursing yourself for not getting it on video. Laying in her fathers lap, gnawing happily on her thumbs, her eyes were full of utter love as she watched Yoongi kiss you on the cheek, and the two of you share laughs together.

“Do I know this song?” Jimin asked the collective, glancing around at everyone in the dimly lit living room. Taking a second to listen, there were a couple vague answers thrown out, but Namjoon was ready to start a discussion over it. That was until your daughter let go of the table and plopped down on her bottom, making everyone react with a playful sound.

“Whoops!” Came from Hobi, and a, “That hurt,” Came from Jimin.

“Oh, no, she doesn’t care,” You say with zero reaction to your daughter toppling over. Your expression didn’t even change, your daughter was like Rocky, no matter how many times she’s fallen over or scared herself, she would get right back up again. “I think the first time she fell while trying to walk, she laughed at herself,” You smile at her as she looks over at you from the floor, “Talking about you, you tiny psycho. She’s fearless.”

The group fell into a discussion regarding Jungkook, and how he compared to your daredevil of a child. When Yoongi stepped back into the room, Jin was quick to crack a paternity test joke, one that Yoongi laughed at. Spotting your daughter crawling on the floor toward Taehyung, Yoongi swooped around the couches and scooped her up, suffocating her with kisses to her cheeks.

“Boys… Sunny,” He gave your best friend a sweet smile, “This is mine.” He flashes them a gummy smile and squishes your girl's cheek against his, giving them a clear side by side of how she was his little twin. Her feet started to kick to the beat of the music, another indication that she was Yoongi’s.

“Wait, baby, what is this song?” You ask him in a hushed voice, letting your friends continue their jokes. Yoongi’s smile is smug for half a second until he gives your daughter a look, then holds her out to you. “I swear I’ve heard this before, is this new?”

“Not new,” He huffs, and you take your girl from him, “This song? It’s how you got that,” He winks, pointing to the baby bouncing on your knee. Feeling your cheeks turn pink, you turn your chin to see if anyone heard what he said, and without a doubt, they all heard him.

“Gross,” Jimin sneers with a grin.

“See, I wish you didn’t say that, I hate it now,” Namjoon says so calmly that it makes Sunny and Jin cackle.

“Wait,” Taehyung speaks up, “What’d he say?” Looking at Sunny, he listens as she gives him the play by play, then when it clicks he gasps, “This is your sex song?!” Another round of laughter rips through the room.

On your lap, your daughter copies the gasp she heard while she puts her left thumb in her mouth. Yoongi, who’s wearing a wicked grin, shakes his head shamefully and sits back down on the arm of the couch next to Jimin and Jungkook. The two boys, still tangled up around one another, were cracking jokes left and right mostly about the days you and Yoongi used to have.

“Oh, we wouldn’t find you guys for HOURS!” Jimin exclaims, holding onto Jungkook’s arms tight, “Even when we’re about to go onstage it’s… Uh oh, where’s Suga, where is he?”

“And we’d know EXACTLY where you were!” Jungkook answers the questions himself, swatting an arm at Yoongi’s legs.

The volume in the room grew louder, Sunny now antagonizing the boys with more stories about overheard phone calls and times when the two of you would have to travel back and forth from the group. Trying your best to counteract and defend, the blush of your cheeks wasn’t doing a thing to help your case. You and Yoongi were helpless when they came at you guys like this, it was undeniable.

“Maaa,” Was sung softly from your lap, your baby girl curling up into a ball against your stomach. Looking down at her, you smile and tilt your chin. Her eyes were getting heavier with each passing minute, the noise in the room not affecting her tiredness. She was used to falling asleep around the buzz, it was almost a regular thing for her since being able to travel way back in Vegas.

“My baaaby,” You sing back, lifting a hand to squish her cheeks together, “Are you sleepy?” You ask, raising your brows. Your daughter doesn’t babble back to you like she normally would, instead she keeps sucking on her thumb, each blink she takes getting longer and longer.

From the corner of your eye you can see Yoongi watching you, his head having tilted a bit when yours did. A bout of laughter sounds through the room, Tahyung must’ve opened his mouth again, and the noise still had zero effect, she didn’t even jump. Giving your fiance a look, you smirk.

“Miss FOMO needs to go to bed,” You say quietly. Yoongi looks surprised, rising to his feet to come to your side.

“Really? With Jungkook in the room?” He jokes, and reaches down to scoop her up. Within seconds she’s laying her head down on her fathers shoulder and gripping the collar of his shirt with a tiny fist. The other is wrapped around his back, holding on tight. It was like she knew which shoulder was the bad one, she always wanted to lay on the left, and cuddle with him there.

Adjusting the legs of her jumper, you tap her bottom and smile at Yoongi, unknowingly grabbing the attention of everyone in the living room.

“Aw, birthday girl leaving us?” Sunny asks.

“Wait, don’t go, let me kiss her,” Jungkook says in a hurry, jumping to his feet. He nearly trips over Jimin, about to land headfirst on the coffee table as he rushes over to Yoongi to say some quiet words to your daughter who gave him the biggest smile.

“Yeah,” You fake pout, meeting all of their eyes, “I’m surprised, she can usually party all night.”

“Sometimes we’ll be up until like two in the morning,” Yoongi agrees with you, rolling his eyes, “It’s just been a long day, right?” He says to your girl, kissing her on the cheek.

“Ugh,” Sunny groans, making a face like she was in pain, “It’s too cute,” She says, looking over at you, “Make it stop, please.” Laughing with a breath, you rub Yoongi’s back and nod.

“Come on,” You say just for him, and start toward the stairs. There’s a chorus of sweet goodbyes that follows you to the doorway.

“Want me to have a drink ready for you when you come down?” Sunny calls after you. Whipping around with wide eyes and a silly smile, you nod maniacally and she points at you with confirmation.

Yoongi changed her, Yoongi dressed her, but Yoongi let you feed her and put her in her crib. That was the nighttime routine, you were always the one to feed her.

She never latched in the hospital back when she was born, so there wasn’t a need for tricky transitions from breastmilk to formula, or other forms of feeding her… But, Yoongi knew how much it meant to you to have that kind of bond with her, it was hard when she couldn’t, and almost refused to try to breastfeed. So he lets you give her her bottles, almost every time.

In the dark with her door cracked open, you could hear the low chatter of your friends and the pulse of the music playing, now something off of Hoseok’s new album. It was like it was a lullaby for her because it didn’t even take ten minutes to rock her to sleep.

“Oh, she’s exhausted,” Yoongi whispers, pinned to your side as you lay her down on the pale peach sheets, covering her with a small, thin blanket gifted to her from Jungkook for her birthday last year. It was her favorite blanket.

Turning your head to look at him, you sigh. Your eyes flicker to his lips, and like a magnet, yours were drawn to him in seconds. Facing him, you slip your arms around his shoulders and take a deep breath, releasing it when your lips part. Yoongi lifts his chin to kiss your forehead as you lower your head with your eyes shut.

“Can we just go to our room,” You whisper, and he laughs, “She’ll be our excuse, we can be quick, they’ll never know.” Yoongi brings a finger beneath your jaw and lifts it so your eye level with him.

“They’ll know,” His tone is flat, making you laugh this time, “They always know.” Sighing heavily, you gaze at him happily, feeling incredibly grateful in this moment to be blessed with a fiance unlike any other, and to share a little mini that was each half of you.

His eyes are full of just as much love as he leans in to kiss the tip of your nose, and when he opens his mouth to speak, you think it’s going to be something sweet. Instead, it’s something that nearly makes you howl with laughter.

“When are Jungkook and Jimin gonna cut the bullshit?” He asks with utter seriousness. Biting down on your bottom lip as you hold in the sound you’d like to make, you shake your head.

“I thought the same thing,” You whisper, your shoulders bouncing, “Maybe if we get them drunk they’ll crack.” Narrowing your eyes with suspicion, Yoongi’s widen with a smile.

“It’s Kook’s birthday,” He whispers back, “Let’s go get them obliterated, I need them to say something.”

For another two and a half hours your friends stayed and made absolute fools of themselves. Your daughter's room was right above the kitchen, so the party was contained to the living room, the space turning into a mess the moment everyone was two drinks deep.

Ever since Vegas when you told Sunny you never drank in front of your little one, everybody started to follow that rule out of respect for you and Yoongi. Drinks were had once she was asleep, or when she wasn’t around attending an event with you, so once your feet hit the hardwood in front of the steps, Sunny was shoving a glass of wine into your hands.

For a while you were entertained by Hobi and Jungkook, the two of them dancing to the songs Yoongi was playing. He was playing BTS on purpose, tricking them into doing choreography, old and new, depriving Jungkook the satisfaction of performing That That for everybody.

Sitting on his lap, tucked into his chest with a drink in your hand, his arms were wrapped around you so you had a clear view of his phone screen. Scrolling through the group's discography, you tapped on Dark & Wild and played War of Hormone, cutting off the modest Permission to Dance choreo. Both boys froze and snapped their heads to glare at you with utmost shock.

“NO!” Jungkook shouts, twisting his eyebrows together as he glances around the room to study the music. He was still holding the pose from where he was interrupted.

“Come on, Golden Maknae!” You giggle, and with his smile he pulls a look of worry.

“I’m drunk!” He argues, turning to Hoseok who was only walking through the dance, “See! It’s old, he doesn’t remember it either!” Gesturing to his dance captain wildly, Jungkook’s eyes boggle toward you.

“Ah!” Jimin and Taehyung both grumble from the floor, leaping onto their feet. Hurrying behind the two struggling to piece together old memories, the best friends sing along and start dancing perfectly.

“How can you forget!?” Jimin says to Jungkook, glaring at him. The youngest eyes him up and down, not even hiding the fact that he just checked him out.

“I don’t,” Jungkook pouts, bouncing his knees once in protest. Jimin shakes his head as he dances, grooving closer to the boy in front of him, teasing him a bit.

“Come on birthday boy,” Jimin winks, reaching his hands out to tickle his sides. Stumbling backward, Jungkook laughs and pushes his hands away. Like it was a cue to get away, Taehyung stops his dancing and grabs Hoseok’s arms, tugging him to the couch so the other two boys were the focus.

“Here we go,” Jin sighs, putting a hand on Sunny’s thigh. She was still nestled into his side, having been there nearly all day. Looking at them over your shoulder, you smile.

“It’s gonna happen,” You mouth, and she grins.

“You’re going to allow this?” Namjoon asks Taehyung, looking at him over top of Hobi’s head. The two had toppled onto the couch next to him, watching the boys eagerly. It was like their superbowl. Taehyung scowls at him.

“‘Course,” He says quietly. No one wanted to disturb the two who were in the middle of a fist fight right now. “They’re made for each other.”

His words make you smile. You’ve heard that one before.

A couple of minutes roll by with Jungkook and Jimin messing around with one another. It took them some time to realize the room had grown quiet and that they were being watched. They noticed when Jimin was holding behind Kook’s head with his fingers knitted in his hair. Jungkook had his arms lazily around Jimin’s waist as they peered to the side at the audience taking them in. You can only imagine the way everyone was gazing at them, waiting with anticipation for it to go down.

Not a word was shared, nor was there a change of expression. You were the last one that Jungkook looked at, and when he saw your tiny smile and hopeful eyes, he knew.

They turned to one another at the same time, closed the air between their bodies and, finally, kissed each other.

Anyone else would've thought it literally was the superbowl with the way every single one of you cheered. Arms were thrown in the air, drinks were spilled, it was like celebrating the end of a war.

Jungkook wrapped his arms around Jimin's waist tighter, towering over the boy, tipping him backward as they kissed before parting with a smile that was miles wide. Jimin, laughing like crazy, placed his hands to either side of Kook’s face and shook his head slowly. He bit his lip and looked over at all of you going crazy.

“You guys are cute,” He says, taking a deep breath turning back to Jungkook who was starting to laugh, “They think that’s the first one.”

“What!” Comes out of everyone’s mouth, and the happy cheering goes sarcastically sour. Taehyung however was wearing a devious grin, looking at his friends with glee.

“You knew this?” Jin shrieks, and Sunny shouts something of sort. Hobi pushes Taehyung off of him and joins in Sunny’s shouting while Namjoon looks over to you and Yoongi with wide eyes.

As chaos ensues, there’s a sound from the baby monitor on the coffee table that makes your heart sink.

“Fuck,” You mutter, sitting forward to grab it. Leaning back on Yoongi’s chest, laying your head against his cheek, you bring the monitor up to your ear and hear your baby whining. Peeking at the screen, you can see she’s kicking her legs and rubbing her face with her hands.

“I’ll get it,” Yoongi says to you. Taking the monitor out of your hands, Yoongi scoops you off his lap as he stands to his feet and plops you on the couch where he was just sitting, dropping the monitor back on your lap.

“You sure?” You ask, crinkling your brow, subtle guilt stirring in your chest. Lowering his, he leans over and kisses you quickly.

“Yes,” He whispers, then gestures to the glass in your hand insinuating he knew he needed to do this, “Make sure Hobi and Jin don’t murder Tae.”

It’s impossible for you to focus on anything else, though. The moment your fiance is upstairs you’re all ears listening to him talk to your daughter with the sweetest tone. Your eyes are glued to the screen, watching him take her out of the crib and wander around the room as he bounces her to lull her back to sleep. He glances at the tiny camera a couple of times, and in the tiny black and white screen you can see him grow a smug smile. Though he couldn’t see you, he knew you were watching him.

Pressing kisses to her cheek once she’s back to sleep, he lays her down slowly, afraid to wake her, and once she’s out of his arms he leans toward the camera and gives you a goofy smile.

“Creeper,” He says, then laughs at himself, making you chuckle, “I love you,” He blows you a kiss, then his voice lowers to a dangerous tone, one that could lead to you make another one of what he just put back to sleep, “Sneak up here.”

It was your daughter's birthday, Jungkook's birthday even, but you were about to be celebrating like it was your own.