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the nanny diaries ~ myg

it’s your first day at your new job, and you’re nervous about leaving your one-year-old daughter with your housemate, but he assures you, you have nothing to worry about.

✨ title: the nanny diaries (drabble series) | the i-had-no-choice nanny ✨ pairing: yoongi x single mom!reader ✨ word count: 1.4k |✨ genre: fluff, cute / housemates!au |✨ rating: pg ✨ warnings: cute and wild 1yo, yoongi calls her baby girl (as a term of endearment) ✨ a/n: happy birthday my yoongiiii <3 the little human in this story is based on my chunky, monkey niece, who i love so much. enjoy my friends!

[ DRABBLES MASTERLIST ] | ✨ next ~ the way you are

You never expected to be moving in with Min Yoongi, but you had no other choice. The two of you have been neighbors for the last five years. He'd seen you go through it all: from meeting the guy who was bad news to watching him move in, knock you up and then leave. He warned you plenty of times, but like the stubborn woman you are, you didn't listen.

“Yoongi, are you sure you can watch her today? I can call out of work if you can’t,” you asked, trying to catch Ara, who kept running away from your grasp. Her newfound discovery of walking kept you busy, along with you trying to ensure she didn’t break any of Yoongi’s expensive music equipment.

Yoongi’s lips thinned into a straight line. He didn’t want to be a jerk and say no. He knew how difficult it was to ask for help, let alone trust someone to watch Ara. He understood that you’d do anything to protect her. So, he wanted to ease the burden in any way he could.

“You can’t call out of work. It’s your first day.”

“I know–but I’m sure my boss would understand.”

He picked Ara up, setting her on his hip, his arm tightly holding her. He looked at the chunky monkey, “We’re gonna have so much fun, aren’t we?” This was a way to convince himself. He didn’t have much interaction with children besides when he was one. Today would be very interesting, he thought.

Ara shrieked at the top of her lungs, squirming to escape Yoongi’s grasp. The two of you blinked and made a face at the noisy baby. You knitted your brows, unconvinced that Yoongi really had it under control. You pulled out your phone, ready to dial your boss’ number. “I’m–just gonna call out.”

Yoongi walked to you, pushing the phone away. “If I have any questions, I promise I’ll call you, okay? You have nothing to worry about. I got this,” he encouraged while Ara continued to wobble on her two little feet, shrieking as she ran around him. “See–she’s excited.”

You had to let go at one time or another. You couldn’t be jobless forever. You needed a way to provide for your little Ara, and Yoongi had already given so much to the two of you. So, the least you could do was make money and get out of his hair. “Okay,” you sighed, stuffing your phone back into your pocket. “If you need anything, anything. I’m only a phone call away.”

“Okay, baby girl–please be good for Uncle Yoongi. I’ll be back later. I love you.”

Yoongi practically had to kick you out of the apartment, but finally, you were out of the door and on your way to work.

“Ara, we have to run some errands today. It’s time to pick out your outfit,” Yoongi grabbed two shirts - one pink with flowers and the other purple with stars and set them on the table in front of him and Ara. She tilted her head, hands pounding the table, staring at the options before her little chubby hands grabbed the purple star shirt, babbling away. “Good choice. Now onto your pants.”

He laid out black leggings and soft blue jeans. “What do you think, Ara? I personally like the black leggings, but it’s your outfit, not mine.” She began to squirm while in his lap, taking blue jeans along with her. “Blue jeans it is.”

After getting Ara dressed, it was now Yoongi’s turn. Like earlier, he laid out two options on his bed, and like clockwork, Ara came wobbling and babbling away into Yoongi’s room. He picked her up, setting her on the bed. “Which one do you like?” he asked, pointing to one option, then the other.

“Ah-bu. Ah-bu,” Ara cooed, clapping her hands, a wide smile spanning across her face, then she hid her eyes with her tiny hands.

“Are we playing peek-a-boo?” Yoongi flashed a gummy smile. Who knew this little human could make him smile? He covered his eyes. “Where’s Ara?” He looked at her, and she mimicked him, hiding again. “Silly girl. Come on, help me pick.”

She threw herself back on the pile consisting of a black hoodie, a simple white tee, and jeans. “Just what I was thinking.”

Thankfully, the grocery store wasn’t busy since it was still early in the morning, but Ara was definitely a handful. He had to give it to you, being able to keep up with her. He didn’t envy you one bit, but it did make him earn more respect for you.

He brought everything he could think of to keep Ara busy–her favorite bunny plush and a soft, squeaky book. His last resort would be playing Cocomelon on his phone, but he couldn’t stand the endless nursery rhymes of the pale cartoon child.

“Ba-ba-ba.”

Yoongi continued shopping for a few items off his list as Ara babbled away, violently squeezing the squeaky book in her hands. He grabbed a cake and put it in his cart, and then Ara decided to throw the book back, hitting him in the face. “Aye–” he uttered, rubbing his cheek. “Baby girl–this is how you lose things,” he chuckled, grabbing the book and handing it back to her.

Ara resumed pounding the squeaky book and then threw herself back, sticking her tongue out. Yoongi stared at her. Babies are so weird, he thought.

“Oh my gosh. Is this your baby? She’s so cute!” 

“No–uh–” He was unsure how to explain the situation between you and him.

“It’s so nice to see a man caring for his baby. Mommy is a lucky one, isn’t she?” The woman directed the last comment toward Ara, tickling her side, in which Yoongi pushed the cart away from her. Is this what parents with cute children always have to deal with? Strangers coming up and trying to touch their children?

“Has the bar gotten so low for men or something?” The woman stood straight, taken aback by his words. “Why are men praised for doing the bare minimum? I’m literally pushing her in a cart.”

The woman mumbled an apology and went on her way. He didn’t mean to come across as blunt, but he couldn’t help but notice the plethora of women giggling and smiling when he had Ara. He shook his head in disgust and scoffed, “Bet if your mom were pushing you, it’d be completely different, huh?”

“Yoongi–” you cried out, plugging your ears when you walked through the door. The rap music could be heard from down the hallway, and you wondered who was playing it so loud. You should’ve known it was your roommate. “Why are you blasting rap music right now?”

He brought his pointer finger to his lips, trying to shush you, then pointed to the sleeping baby on his shoulder. He shuffled toward you, hoping he wouldn’t wake up Ara. “Cocomelon wasn’t working, so I had to put on something, and this finally calmed her down.”

You deadpanned. “Big Poppa by Notorious B.I.G. calmed her down?”

“Hey–don’t question Biggie,” he grinned, then shuffled backward, dancing to the song. “I love it when you call me big poppa, throw your hands in the air if you’s a true player.” He threw his arm up, grooving to the beat.

You smiled and shook your head. You couldn’t help but sing along too, and then you looked over at the dinner table, and there sat a cake with cats decorated on top. “Oh my god–Yoongi, is it your birthday?” He nodded, his head nestled against Ara’s. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

He shrugged. “It’s whatever. I don’t really care, but my mom ordered this cake and insisted I celebrate it.”

“Here, let me take Ara so you can enjoy your cake,” you stated, holding your arms out for your baby girl.

But Yoongi refused. “I got it. She might wake up if I transfer her to you.”

Jeez–when did Yoongi get so good at this?

He walked into your room, gently setting her in the crib beside your bed. He shushed her as he stepped back, hoping she wouldn’t wake up. Ara let out a big sigh before turning on her side. Whew, he thought. Crisis averted.

“Everything good?” He nodded yes, setting the baby camera on the table beside you. The two of you watched Ara sleeping peacefully. “Thanks again for watching her.”

Yoongi grinned. “Anytime.”

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Yoongi brought you flowers... 💜

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locked up plans | myg

you’re struggling to unlock your suitcase after getting home from a trip with yoongi…. why won’t it @?!#%&@! budge?!

description / tw:  ~1.6k words / yoongi x reader (f) / fluff / established relationship / lots of swearing… y/n is just a frustrated, let her live / one-shot

author’s note: ahhhh i just hit 200 followers!! ah thank you all so much! <3 :’) this is my first time writing for yoongi - i didn't think i would be able to but i just thought it fit him so well. please let me know if you think it's accurate/inaccurate - feedback is always welcome!! <3 also i might switch from full names in the title to just initials or first names...

“I’m about to get a fucking hammer. Or a knife. JUST. FUCKING ANYTHING!”

Unlocking the lock on a suitcase should’ve taken a maximum of four seconds…. but so far it’s taken you 14 minutes and it still wouldn’t budge. 

You and Yoongi had just gotten back home from a trip. It had been lovely, spending some time away together….  but the both of you had known and anticipated the first thing you’d be doing as soon as you both got home. As he planned, Yoongi abandoned his bags and went straight to his home studio after coming up with a song idea mid-flight. And this lock was getting in the way of you and your plans, trapping your shampoo, conditioner, and other hair care products you needed for the hot shower you craved after such a long flight.

It’s not that the key didn’t fit into the lock, it did…. after the first ten minutes. Then, it became a matter of it actually doing its job and unlocking the lock…. but it just. refused. to do so.

You’ve tried everything you could think of - taking the key out and trying again, tilting the lock at a different angle, using Yoongi’s key, you even tried using a bobby pin…. Nothing worked, and now…. you were getting angry.

Twisting and toying with the key and letting out a stream of curses didn’t do anything but alert Yoongi, who suddenly appeared by your side.

“Hey, I heard you from the studio - are you okay?”, he asked, his arms crossed as he leaned against the doorframe.

“This stupid.. fucking.. lock,” you start, shimmying the key within it, “just.. won’t.. fucking… budge… CAN YOU FUCKING WORK YOU LITTLE SHIT?!”

Yoongi laughs as he walks over and squats by you and the suitcase on the floor. “Darling, have you ever heard that objects get affected if you yell at them? The frequencies and wavelengths around it get affected by the toxicity of the words… We have to treat them like people. Haven’t you heard of that experiment?”

You blink at Yoongi and nod silently, refusing to admit that you hadn’t heard of that experiment… He was so clever, and you always wanted to match up to him…..

“Try speaking to it gently, asking it to cooperate rather than insulting it….”

You stare at the lock, and forcing a smile, you say, “Hi, beautiful, shiny lock, can you please cooperate so that I can take a shower? I’d really appreciate it.”

You insert the key into the lock but it still wouldn’t budge. 

“Please,” you let out through gritted teeth, shimmying the key again before shoving the suitcase altogether. “I said PLEASE you little shit!”

“Come to think of it I think that experiment was just done on plants……” Yoongi comments plainly, smiling when you glare up at him.

He takes the lock into his hands, inspecting it. “This lock looks poorly made. Do you need any of my tools? I can grab them from the shed in a minute and we can just break this lock open….”

“No, Yoongi, thanks…..I need to do this myself,” you say with conviction. 

“Okay, I believe in you. I need to work on this song some more but let me know if you need me”, he says, and you thank him as he walked out the door.

-

Forty. Five. Minutes.

To try and open a simple lock with a key.

You stare at the lock and the suitcase in defeat. There was either something wrong with the lock, or something wrong with you….

Just one… more… try….

“FUUUCKKKK!!!!!”

In seconds, Yoongi opens the bedroom door to find you in the same state you were in 45 minutes ago.

“Honey…. still?!” Again, he kneels by your side.

Your eyes meet his in anger.

“Yoongi, I’ve had enough. Why the FUCK won’t this open?! I’m not a fucking quitter but I think we need your saw or something…”

It was an incredibly trivial, meaningless thing to be so gutted over but it was always hard for you to admit defeat. Knowing that, Yoongi reaches for your shoulder, rubbing it with his gentle touch….

“Hey…. It’s okay. Try again.”

“Yoongi, I’ve been trying for forty five minutes… I think it’s time I give up.,” you say, staring at your red fingers.

“If you want me to get my saw, just say so and I’ll get it…. You know I always tell you, darling, whether it's something like this or something much bigger - there’s no shame in giving up because it means you were clever and mature enough to walk away…. And it gives you time to focus on better things that you should be focusing on, like the shower you wanted to take… Right?”

“You’ve told me that so many times, Yoongi, and I see what you mean, it’s just… it’s still hard for me to accept giving up.”

He nods. “I know… Try again, in front of me, maybe the lock will be intimidated by my presence and will cooperate..”. He raises an eyebrow at the lock. “If you don’t want to, or if you want me to go grab the saw now… just tell me.”

You stare at Yoongi, then at the lock.

“Or if you want, we can just leave this suitcase as is and try a little every day… We can replace everything inside, they’re all material things anyways…. A bit impractical, but if that’s what you want…”

You let out a laugh at Yoongi’s suggestion. “I’ll try again.”

“Okay, darling, let’s try. But hey,” he reaches out a hand, stopping you from reaching for the lock. “Breathe. Take a deep breath.”

He takes a deep breath himself and motions for you to imitate him, and you can’t help but do so…. It calmed you down, and so did Yoongi… If you saw yourself as a failure, at least it helped knowing that Yoongi never would….

Slowly, you enter the key into the lock, but once again, it wouldn’t budge. 

You stare up at Yoongi. “Try again.”

You do. Nothing happens.

He shakes his head.

“Out of curiosity, did you try that spare key that this key came with?”, he asks.

“No, it’s just a spare….” You zip open the outer pocket of the suitcase and reach for the spare key, catching Yoongi shaking his head at your obvious choice of where one would hide a spare key. You insert it in the lock, and in an instant - it springs open.

Your eyes widen and your jaw drops, staring at Yoongi with his eyebrows raised.

“Oh my g - wait, how did you know that would work? Did you fucking switch the keys?”, you ask Yoongi.

He blinks. “Honey, why would I do that?! I don’t know how I thought of the spare.. But hey - it opened and you didn’t give up - even though there’s nothing wrong with giving up,” he reiterates. 

“I didn’t do it on my own….” you sigh.

“Darling,” he laughs. “It’s open. And no one accomplishes every little thing on their own.”

You knew that - Yoongi had taught you way too much. “I know, Yoongi… I know…”, you say as you reach up to hold his face. “I’m lucky to have you.”

“Ay,” he waves off your reply, which you know is just one of the very few ways Yoongi deals with compliments and displays of affection when he’s not in the mood to reciprocate… It’s why he shocks you when he suddenly mumbles, “I’m lucky to have you, too.” 

Scratching his head, he stares at the suitcase as you begin rummaging through your items for your hair care products. “Also out of curiosity, can you hand me that lock and the original key?”

“Sure, why?”, you hand him the lock and the key you had been toying with for nearly an hour. “Are you gonna make another spare? Might as well use the spare we already have instead of the original.”

“No, it’s not that….”, he starts.

He locks the lock on its own, and inserts the original key, twisting it open with ease. 

He stares up at you, his mouth agape, as is yours, ready to say something.

“I fucking hate you, actually,” you say, too tired to be truly angry at Yoongi or the lock anymore.

“Honey… I’m not saying I didn’t believe you all this time… but that was too easy. Try again, with the lock not attached to the suitcase,” he says, throwing you the closed lock and the cursed key.

“Fucking…”, you mutter. You insert the key into the lock and, as If it had suddenly been replaced with a different lock and key, it sprung open in less than a second.

“What the FUCK?!”, you yell, staring at the unlocked lock. “How?!”

“I don’t know, darling….”, Yoongi sighs, placing a soft kiss on your forehead as you stare at the lock in confusion.

“What if…”, he begins. “What if, you had to have spent that time struggling to open it because the universe knew I needed that amount of time to finish working on my song… so that I could hop in to the shower with you as soon as I was done….”

You stare at Yoongi.

“I firmly believe this,” he proclaims with confidence, slapping the suitcase to emphasise his conviction.

You continue to stare at him before rolling your eyes and grabbing your haircare products as you get up and walk toward the bathroom, beat, but, hearing footsteps behind you, you leave the bathroom door open…..

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"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

Yoongi X Reader

Warnings: None!

Genre: Fluff

a/n: for reference, "The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" is another way to say i love you :) This fic fits perfectly with Taylor Swift's King of My Heart! I suggest you listen as you read.

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The effervescent feel of the cold bath of pink lavender salted water you rested in had to be the highlight of your morning. It was some Monday morning. Typically, you'd be out and about by daybreak hunched by the darkened cubicle at work, but today, it was different. It was your birthday, the one day you allow yourself to slack, but this year, somehow, your boyfriend convinced you to give it a week or two.

The soft glow of the morning sun was enough to reflect the beauty of the room you were in. Yoongi had booked a classy hotel far from home. Yes, you were across the world, and it seemed too much for you, but he was insistent. The beautiful blue ocean waves hit the shore softly, but it was enough for you to hear the soothing sounds. You close your eyes, relaxing your body against the cold ceramic bathtub wall as you take a moment to get to know yourself as you grow older this year.

Not long after, you hear the doorknob click open, sending your focus upon it. It was Yoongi. After fixing the bath for you, he was home from the short food hunt he'd assigned himself to. "How's your little tub session, baby?" He says, peaking from the door. You reach your arms out to him, wanting to be closer. "C'mere," You say, and soon after he was unclothed. Taking a dip into the tub, he sits behind you, wrapping his arms around your bare torso.

Moments like these come in spurs of moments. Yoongi was never showy of his love, but you knew it. You felt it too; but when he wants it to be seen, he goes all out. Above and beyond your imagination. The first month you'd been together, he took you out on a sweet road trip where he played the song he wrote for you on the radio. During your first anniversary, he rented out the local cinema and watched all your favorite movies with you, (with unlimited snacks too!). He was everything you wanted and more. He was perfect.

It was soon nightfall. You'd spent the day together in bed, talking and other stuff, (but mostly other stuff). It was magical, to say the least. Now, you sat quietly by the bay window, crossed-legged. You wore a yellow dress, a dress he particularly hand-picked from the boutique he had been to the day you both arrived in Greece. He said it reminded him of you, bright as the sunshine, his sunshine.

He had planned an amazing dinner on a yacht around Milos where you'd both would stargaze. "Ready to go, my love?" He says, all suited up. You smiled, taking a stand from where you are and walking over to him. "You look amazing baby" You whisper, looping your arm around his before kissing his cheek. "And you look stunning as ever" He replies.

Dinner progresses quickly but perfectly. Food had been prepared well and the bottle of wine wasn't even enough to satisfy the two of you, it was just that good. The whole night his eyes were on you. The way he looked at you would be of something from a romance novel you wouldn't be able to get over. The love in his orbs was evident and even the densest person would see. "Everything was wonderful tonight, love" You whisper as you leaned back onto his chest. You were both seated by the edge of the yacht as you both eyed the clear twinkling sky. "I'm glad I made you happy today" He replies, tightening his hug around you. Your hands travel slowly from his cheek to his hair. "You make me happy every day," You tell him.

Loving silence filled the air as you both admired how the stars had shined for you at that moment. With occasional head kisses and hand rubs, you smiled to yourself, thinking about how lucky you'd been to hook, line, and sinker your dream man. "The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" Yoongi whispers into your ear before pressing a soft kiss. You smile lovingly, turning halfway to face him. "It really is". You reply, sealing the space in between.