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[borathae]

I LOVED BONDED SO FUCKING MUCH THAT PART WHERE HE SUCKS ON HER NIPPLES IMMA NEED SOME ART FOR IT!!!!! I found it so hot the way he NEEDED to suck on her tits? sibi you are a genius I loved it!!!!!!!! this couple is rivaling with sangis yoongix reader x Jungkook to become my fav pairing!!!!

THE NIPPLE SUCKING PART HAUNTS ME OMFG OH LORDDDD 😩😩 I'm so happy to hear that you are enoying him so much ohoohho ALSO HELLO??? HE IS RIVALING THE ULTIMATE THROUPLE?? I LOVE IT 👀💜💜

[namjoonchronicles]

flutter | yg

↳ NOTES flutter /ˈflʌtə/ noun, a state or sensation of tremulous excitement, informal•british a small bet.

↳ GENRE fluff, domestic af

↳ WORDS 5.1k

↳ SUMMARY –Future is scary. The possibilities and vast chances to take. A recent letter pivots your family to an emotional frenzy and with the impending stress coming up, your husband does all he can to be supportive and push you through. And it wasn’t the only thing he pushed in you. But this time, he’s up for the transition as well, kind of?

↳ WARNING horrible fluffy shit I hadn’t been able to write for awhile, yoongi plays piano (yes, that’s a warning), skinship (pfft, wtf is wrong with me), lots of touching domestic thingy, excessive consumption of coffee, tub scenes (smacks lips), sweaty yoongi (are you kidding me, it deserves its own warning fk you)

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↳ SONG joe hisaishi’s ‘merry go round of life’

As the rain begins to drizzle, you heard a piano being played so beautifully, it stirred you awake with a smile on your face. Sweeping your legs off the mattress, no bed frames, you pushed the door open and tattled down the hallway. Slowly, it reveals your husband's gorgeous shoulder frame and his fingers dancing on the keys, his head swaying to the sound. You smiled wider now that you recognize the tune from long time ago. And how it fits the feeling of being and falling in love with him. The fact that he wanted to play this particular song gave your heart the familiar flutter of meeting him for the first time, underneath that bridge by the blossoming tree. How angelic he looked, how his every move made you shudder, just by standing there. And not even a word was exchanged yet.

In small, calculated steps you peeped by the corner of his eyes as he plays, not wanting to startle him. A small smile is formed on the prettiest lips you've ever seen. Your eyes were cast on the view of his wedding band, there gliding on the keys. He scooted over for you to take the seat and you leaned your head on his shoulder. The notes are coming to an end. Around you are opened large boxes, stacks of old newspapers, tapes and ropes. The walls are empty and the carpets are gone. All the things that used to be there, no longer. He links his head atop of yours. Long after the last note is played, and sustained, only the loudest silence remains. But a breathtaking silence. The kind that leaves you enveloped in a dreamy state, and in a trance as the notes linger in the back of your mind. He lifts his fingers off the keys and slid them around your shoulders.

"Thought that it would be nice to play the song that made you recognize me on our last day here," he whispered against your hair and pressing his lips right after.

"It's not our last day, it's the piano's last day here...we need to head back to return the house keys later," you thwarted, lifting your chin up to kiss him properly on the lips. Yoongi's lips twitch into a smile, and his hand rode down your spine, caressing you warmly.

Staring at the empty walls, nails and photo frames brought down to lean against the wall suddenly make you feel burdened with emotions you had been suppressing all this while. But still, it is not enough to let you shed tears.

A plate of biscuits and black coffee, set on the floor, for a simple breakfast to start the day. In the chaotic week, the twins are sent to Yoongi's village where his mom could take care of them. So they would video-call in the morning to see how things are. The younger of the two was really excited to seeing and living in a new space. Although  the same could not be said for the first born who is, as Yoongi would say, rather rigid like you are. This change was long over-due and it takes time for you to actually take the fact in. You had grown fond of the place and removing everything that you had taken time to select and put up was a sore spot. Thankfully, Yoongi's high adaptability helped you get settled in real quick.

"The boys wanted to talk to you," you passed the phone to him as he hurried to shove the whole biscuit into his mouth and chewed. He gulps, sitting on the floor with one knee propped up. He clawed the air, waiting for the coffee you were drinking from. The boys are already asking the questions, such as, 'When are you coming', 'What is taking so long' and several other unrelated things. All the mugs are boxed away and already in the new apartment so you had to share. When he finally gets his fix, Yoongi frowned at the screen where the boys were cackling to see their father in such incomprehensible state. 

"Alright, Min Gyeonghan and Min Gyeongnam. What's good guys?" Yoongi scrunched his face but kept his eyes glued on the screen, swallowing the dry cookies. The sight made you smile in content.

The boys said that they found a wild squirrel a few days ago, and helped grandmother tie up haystacks, which was a nice transition considering the two had been raised largely in cities. You welcomed the transformation but Yoongi was like, "What about piano? Have you been practicing? Go fishing next time...when I'm around."

At seven years old, Han in particular, showed incredible piano skill with accurate emotional compensation and was fond of playing by ear. However, Nam was excellent in sight reading musical scores while quite not able to implore the same gift into his playing. So as a result, Nam usually gets more practicing hours than Han does. This trip back to the village was something Nam really enjoys. Something he can put his hands on and do well. He recently helped build a bird house for a sparrow. It seems that the two boys are taking all of the talented Min genes.

"So, mom and I are going to finish packing up today, and we're going to visit the new house later, would you like us to call you then? So you could see?" Yoongi asked and the boys nodded enthusiastically.

The call ended in gummy smiles from both sides.

You pour another mug of black coffee before Yoongi stops you midway. "That's enough coffee for you, today, if you drink too much, you won't be able to sleep," Yoongi takes the mug away and chugs it down without pausing in between. You eyed  at the good coffee you just made sadly, settling in Yoongi's stomach instead of yours. With the breakfast finished and the children updated, Yoongi continued packing, placing the vase, buffered with crumpled newspapers and when it's full, you placed a fragile tape on them. You threw the marker pen at Yoongi, he caught it in one hand and scribbled, 'Vases & Decor'. The task didn't end there, Yoongi needed to disassemble the book rack in the study room. So he is now seated on the floor, unscrewing the bolts and you collect all the screws, placing it in a transparent small zipper bag labeled as 'book rack #1'. The curtains were the last thing you took off because you didn't want your windows to be spied on while you were still there. Yoongi is on top of the ladder, taking the curtain holder off while you wait underneath to fetch the fabric.

"There's so much dust on it," you commented.

"That's why I told you to get the vacuum with a longer nozzle but you insisted to have the cordless one, not realizing your hand is too short for it to reach up here," Yoongi complained. "I didn't think it through," you scratched your head as he climbed down. "We need a shower," he smirked and clicked his tongue.

"W-we? What do you mean we..."

He meant we.

Folded card boards. Stacked pile of books and bags of trash. Half-wrapped vase and nail holes in the wall where picture frames used to hang. Left abandoned.

Opened bathroom door. Two soaked bodies in the tub. You leaned your head back on Yoongi's chest, skin to skin, basking in the filled tub, enjoying the silence. Yoongi had his eyes shut, arms resting along the brims.

"It's been awhile since we done this, isn't it?" "Quite awhile. I think ever since the boys came."

You let out a relieved sigh. What a relief to have his mother taking care of them until you and Yoongi successfully packed your belongings to move to the new neighborhood. What a relief it is to have a hand to hold when things as scary as this happens. What a relief it is to have Yoongi. 

The world doesn't seem so lonely anymore. But as the time dragged on, you begin to wonder if it was a good decision knowing how many changes will take place. Sure Yoongi had been on board with anything you'd propose after a careful thought, and you know he's not the kind to agree on things that are bleak, knowing that the twins will be brought along on the ride, but standing at a cross road between two important paths that doesn't allow you to remain as you were, is unspeakably horrifying. With that thought, your fragile strength wavered like a weathered flag by the sea.  

"What if I wasn't as good as I thought I was," you blinked to the view of Yoongi's knee next to yours. Waters lapping as you dunk your hand into the water, linking together. He removes his arm from the brims and hugged your waist, pressing his lips on your shoulder. Your hands flew to the back of his hair, caressing them, before sliding them down the side of his cheek, guiding his lips on yours for a kiss. His wandering eyes flutters close against your cheek, the sound of his breathing in your ear. And what his lips was doing sending you to a complete trance. Just like he did with the piano. Like what he did with the piano.

"What if things turn out to become worser than it is, what will I do then?" you chuckled with watery eyes. Yoongi shook his head and buried his face into your nape instead of responding. "What kind of mother enrolls herself for a degree at this age," you continued. Yoongi didn't join you. He just held you closer and told you the most reassuring words ever, "We'll be okay. You, and the boys, we can do literally anything and everything."

"Are you going to be okay?" "I will be, if you are."

When the offer letter arrived in the mail, you were a concoction of feelings. Delighted, fearful, unsure and uncertain. A combination that was self-destructive on its own. Although it had always been your dream to further your studies, you're not 20 and single anymore. You were older, with financial commitments, an intuitive husband and two gorgeous sons. Pinned with self-induced guilt, you threw the letter, along with its envelope into the bin of your study room. That Yoongi found. A huge argument followed. Cold war was initiated, and sturdiness stringed along sending the boys in distress because they could sense what was happening but could not do anything. Yoongi wanted you to further your studies, because it was your dream. But you wanted to continue this life you've been living, as a mother, as a wife, as someone who has a regular job. To help with the financial demands and expenses. To aid Yoongi.

And to study meant, you'll be adding new debt. You'll be leaving Yoongi with the boys. You'll have to move closer to the university and that means Yoongi had to leave his music academy he pioneered. It meant he has to give up teaching a large class with older kids who were serious about music and trade that with a personal one-to-one class sessions at home with students he could find from the nearby neighborhood. That itself will cause a strain in the financial stance. Not to mention, a pinch in the money bag, as the new neighborhood are full of the musically talented, upper middle class families. The change in the community will expose the boys with unfamiliar upbringings and you hoped that you had given them enough strength, should that day happen. Yoongi wasn't afraid of all these minor things. He was not afraid of changes. As long as we live the way we have lived so far, there will be no bumps in the road we cannot conquer. His core strength was something you admired for so long.

After the shower, he asked if you would be up for making one last memory in this place, on this thin mattress, barely dressed. You scoffed in reply while he glued his lips on your neck, pulling you down with him.

The piano is transported into the moving truck, and the last box was in Yoongi's arm. You did the honor of locking up the apartment carefully. Two boxes were in the backseat of your car since it was fragile. With a mechanical click of the door, you cast a prayer on its view, "May everything goes well from this moment onward." To our new beginnings.

Yoongi is now seated in the driver's seat. But as he waits for you, he reaches for his Canon camera, looked through the view, and snapped a picture of you as you stood there, holding the knob, and looking up at the door you've opened and closed a thousand times, feeling a little nostalgic. He took the shot without telling you and a faint smile appeared on his lips. His sweater paws covering his knuckles makes him look softer than usual. You caught him already looking at you, leaning his chin on his hand that rests on top of the car roof.

"What..." you shyly stepped down the stairs and to the red car. "Nothing, you're just glowing," he blinked, starry-eyed.

You pressed your lips together and rolled your eyes at him, "Alright Romeo, drive, please."

He chuckles lightly and climbed into the car, grabbing the wheels and slammed the car door shut. The engine whirls alive and tires begin rotating, embarking a new journey, a new clean slate, blank canvas that's waiting ahead.

Upon arriving to the new location, located five hours away from your old apartment, Yoongi stops at the safeguard house to present the key card that allowed him to enter. After some simple instructions, he was taught to simply tap the key and the laser gates dissolve. He was already so astonished. You told him that they have two parking spots for each residence, so that was pretty neat. Easier to have the guests around. The apartment has spacious elevator and the flooring was marble.

"It definitely looks painful to keep," he mumbled. "Yeah," you sighed, staring at right while he stares at the left.

"Sir, where can we put the piano?" the man asked from behind you. "Right by the window there, please, thank you," he answered quickly, then he whispered in your ear, "We might need a bigger piano to make the space look fuller. White baby grand?"

White baby grand sounds perfect to be honest. At the mention of refurnishing, your heart swells at the thought of new, more up-to-date furniture and the wider choices you have but dissipates at the possible expenses that will send you to your early grave earlier. As if he heard your thoughts, Yoongi shot, "I've got savings, so don't you worry about that." One by one, boxes were being brought in, kitchen appliances one of the first to be unpacked because you two needed to eat. The coffee machines, the mugs and plates, the dish racks, the wine glasses, oven mittens and rugs. And then the mattresses. While you hammer the nails in to the wall, Yoongi used his screw fasteners to assemble the bed frames. Sweats beaded on his forehead, his drenched white shirt stuck on his skin as he moves from one post to another. He wipes the trickles down his chin with the back of his hand, drilling his eyes to one of the post and then the other.

"Sweetie?" He called for you. "Yeah?" "Can you come here for a bit?"

You didn't question more and leave your hammer behind to attend to your husband, now sweatier than you remembered. You placed yourself next to him and looked at the bed post like he did. Instantly, you picked up on what he thought.

"You're right, it should be on the other side, or we won't have space to walk," you commented. With that simple intervention, Yoongi had you lifting the bed post along with him. He kept asking if it was too heavy and you can stop if you want to, but you'll have to wait until his friend comes over. You said there's no reason to do that, you were impatient as is, and you can't wait to have the whole house come to full view. With the bed frames positioned in a new angle, Yoongi can continue his work easier. All that's left is to put the wooden slats on top and then mattress comes above it, then he can move to the twins room next. He'll leave you to choose what bed sheets you want. He checks how strong the frames are holding up and when he is satisfied, he placed the wooden slats and put the mattress over it. He went out the hallway to check up on you. And while you were nailing, he asked, "What should we have for lun--" he pauses and scowls at the wall clock, "I mean dinner."

But his sudden question caught you off guard and the nail slip from your index finger and thumb, just as the hammer comes. The nail graze you and a steady spot of blood consistently form on its opening. Yoongi took your thumb  into his mouth while you hiss in pain. You hit his butt as he suckles on, his hip flinches comically. Eyes never leaving you. He grabbed the tissue from the side and have you pressing on the small wound. You can't even stay mad at him. A moment later, he was on his phone calling a diner for four rice servings, three side dishes and one main dish. You were busy checking if the nails he nailed in for you were strong enough to hold a picture frame. With your wounded hand, messily self-made bandage, you begin vacuuming the dust on the crevices , being a neat freak that you are. Yoongi's conversation was interrupted by the water boiler bubbling done and then the doorbell. Both of you looked at the door and then at each other. You were already marching forward to the doorway but Yoongi grabbed your wrist in a lazy hold as he ends the phone call with the diner.

When the door is opened, it reveals a slightly short stature man with huge grins. He introduces himself with a blinding smile, and two containers wrapped in a cloth.

"My wife and I heard that you guys just moved in so, here's a little welcoming gift from the both of us. My name is Park Jimin," he bit his smile, and gave a polite bow, "I live down the hall there," he pointed with his finger and leaning forward like an oversize child. It's hard to even picture him as someone's husband. But the wedding band is clearly worn, in addition with some other chrome rings, suggesting to Yoongi that Jimin, might be a quite fashionable man.

"Min Yoongi," he smiled back and placed his hand on the small of your back, "My wife."

"It's just the two of you?" Jimin asked out of curiosity, and being quite secretive with your personal details, you were taken aback by Yoongi's unprecedented honesty when he mentions that you have two twin boys. But appreciated when he didn't mention their names. Jimin's lips shaped in an 'O' and he nods at the understanding that the rumors he heard was wrong.

"What about you, Park Jimin? Do you have children?" You diverted the attention to him. And he gladly complied. The ones that asks questions are the ones in power. "I have a baby daughter, she's four months old," he beamed, "But she's not here right now, she has chicken pox so my mother is taking care of her at the village since we both work."

Jimin peeks over Yoongi's shoulder and saw a piano standing by the window.

"You guys play piano?"

Okay, he's getting nosy. Yoongi blinks rapidly, "Yes we do. We'd really like you to come in but the house hasn't been properly set up yet so it's unfortunate..."

"Oh no, it's okay. I've always wanted to resume my piano lessons but having children doesn't make that possible..." Jimin steps back, understanding that he had crossed some lines. Yoongi reciprocate with a peace offering, "I'm not properly settled yet, but maybe I could mention that I own a music academy back in Daegu, so I can offer you a lesson. You live down the hall right?" Yoongi reconfirms.

"Yes, yes! That would be great, you're a piano teacher! That's awesome..." "He is a composer too," you added. "Ah, she's exaggerating," Yoongi chuckles and send Jimin off to his way.

The food arrives just in time. With Jimin's generous wife providing kimchi and beansprout stew with tofu, your dinner was rather lavish.

The first scoop exudes a loud contented sigh. Yoongi lands his hand on your thigh, munching soundlessly. Scanning the room with your eyes, you made a mental note to mop the floors later to finish things up. The twins room need proper tending to, since the boys are pretty individualistic in their own taste so before Yoongi assembles the beds, you made a mental note to ask the boys what color they wanted on their walls and which sides they want.

The two, although physically alike, Han being the first born is very meek and shy, studious and textbook smart. So his colors are yellow pastels with pastel blue drawn moon and stars, you predicted. He has his own book rack that he aspires to fill up soon. He is not much of an outside person, so that's why you were surprised that he enjoyed being out and about in the village Yoongi's mom lived in.

Nam on the other hand, is quite a handful. The little rascal is the one adopting squirrels and taking in stray cats. The only time he is calm is when he is playing the piano. Nam is a violent sleeper and frequently wet his bed when he was younger. He doesn't do it anymore, but the memory stays vivid in your mind because Yoongi was sniffing around like a dog, because he swore he smelled something odd. And when it struck him, he clenched his eyes shut in silent pain, pinching the bridge of his nose. Nam probably preferred something in darker brown tone or dark blue so he could draw stars and planet on them. Very contrasting, isn't it? But they both liked skies.

There's another demanding decision to be made. Yoongi took a seat on the piano seat, revealed the keys and glide his fingers airily over the pretty black and white notes before turning to you in big wondering eyes. You stood there, mug between your palms, leaning your head against the wall.

"What should I play?" "I don't know, how are you feeling?"

For then, he drops his eyes to the keys, muttering if he could remember the notes correctly. And then. And then he begins A Thousand Years. Sending you fleeting away in the dreamy composition, knees buckling, as your eyes begins to water to the song you got married with. It was like your wedding once again. Your heart clenches and blooms at the same time. The emotions flooding with every notes played so expertly, dancing on his nimble fingers. His head lulls along with the music, clenching shut were his eyes. You could picture the montages of the yesteryear that passed, the hardships, the uncertainty, the leap of faith you took and opening your heart to him, and how it was the bravest and the scariest thing you've ever done. However, every big decision felt like a mistake in the beginning.

With two kids, and a happy home; there's nothing more you could ask for. Everything you needed, needing and will need, is right here.

Devotion that he portrays so effortlessly, made you want to match to his standards. It was something you had never seen before. Yoongi is more action than a word man. He doesn't say 'I love you' as frequently as you'd like him to, but it shows in everything he does. From how he wakes the boys up with a kiss good morning, passing you your morning coffee and getting the meals ready when it's his turn to cook, to the way he invites you to a sudden dance by the parking lot on your bad days, grabbing the boys by the waist when they misbehave, or how he cries at each of their piano recitals knowing he's their teacher, and how he takes every meltdown so swiftly in the way only Yoongi does well. You are always at awe of his dedication, and how he seems to know everything he needs to know. He doesn't run away from commitment although it took awhile for him to convince himself to marry. Yoongi is always so put-together, always understanding the situation beyond the surfaces and the outward view.

The tears welling up the brims, impending to fall. Until it finally surrenders from its own weight, trailing down steadily on one side as the song comes to an end. Yoongi looks up with his own eyes glittering. He reached out for your hand and brought you to the wide glass doors, overlooking the view the balcony had. He positioned you in front of him, and you pressed your back to his chest. And he sways his body side to side with you, enjoying the sapphire blue star studded transitioning sky, and one by one, the neighboring residences flickering their lights on. He nuzzled his face in your hair, hugging your waist so tight as if you could disappear into thin air if he held any loose.

"Would you look at that view," he whispers softly in your ear. The images shifts to the reflection of you and him on that glass door, faintly there, and, "There's stars inside of us."

He then brought his arm up around your shoulders, and hums a melody. He shut his eyes, feeling contented with just your presence. And then your index finger, floats over his forearm in a trance.

"The house feels empty without them," you confessed. "I know right," he shot, "Let's hurry up, and finish setting everything so we can have the boys here." "I can't believe I'm saying this but I miss having a fight with them."

With another shared shower, in a somewhat larger tub, the sheets are clean and ready for use, waiting just outside. Yoongi and you climbed on the bed at the same time.

"I can't wait for all of us to live here, I think the boys will really like it... it has playground and the tub is huge, their room is bigger than the last one, they will be so excited and I can't wait for those little faces lit up..." you cheerfully did the shoulder dance until Yoongi begins to snore. And not even the usual kind of snore. More like the surprise attack snore that doesn't give you any warning. Sudden silence and then a hitched breathing in. Your smile dissipates immediately and you frowned at your husband, jaws hanging open, with a hint of saliva pooling at the corners which he sloppily licked over and you scooted closer to his face, eyes falling to the view of his nose and lashes, where you whispered, "You look ugly when you sleep..."

Pause, and pressing your lips on his cheek bones, "But I still love you."

He turns to the side away from you and hogs the blanket, mumbling, "You look ugly too."

Huh. Is that so.

Yoongi's first morning in the new neighborhood includes brewing coffee for the missus and then a stroll down the park to the nearest convenient store to buy some bread and jams for breakfast. Maybe fine sliced beef and eating more of that expensive beef since the boys aren't here. And as he made his way to the cashier, a small ruckus was heard from the entrance where a men was holding two toddlers in each hand while having another one in the baby sling back. He is very attractive for a father of three, to which Yoongi flinches at the thought of possibly falling for a guy.

"Alright, Tata," he spoke and the gorgeous baritone sends Yoongi's arm to sudden chill, "Where did you find that key?" The smart little one points at the apple in the freezer. "We're not having apples until you tell me, where you got that key... Come on sweetie, daddy's gotta go pee, we don't have time for this," he sobs cutely, stomping his feet. Yoongi thanks the cashier and took his bagged groceries, passing the handsome father, idly.

"Taehyung, you dummy, that's Namjoon's key. Give me back my daughter, Lily get back here," this one is also a good looking father, barging through the door, almost hitting Yoongi in the process. "I know I told you I'm going to lend you my game console, that doesn't mean you can kidnap my Lily..." this taller one pestered.

"No! I like Uncle Taetae!" the one who is about seven, throttled back to his dad, Yoongi assumed. "Why?!" "The key is Namjoon's? But Seokjin-hyung, why is it here?" "Because Koya dropped it, you coconut head! You need to give it back to him..." "But he changed his door lock about two weeks ago..." "It doesn't matter?" Seokjin felt how ridiculous the conversation is, "I have to be home, my in-laws are coming..."

What an interesting neighborhood. Good thing is Yoongi don't have toddlers anymore to be hanging out with those losers. Until he receives a phone call from you, asking for a morning sickness pill safe for pregnant women on his way up.

"I think we'll have another one, Yoongs."

That's the thing about families you know. One thing leads to another, and then it piles on. Unexpected, uncertainties, the so-called picturesque view of a blank canvas can sometime be really scary even for Yoongi. So if you're pregnant, and lecture begins in a month, the boys will be back home, Yoongi will be torn limb-by-limb until the baby is delivered. And probably not even then. His fingers run chill, the hair behind his neck stood up. All those sleepless nights, the murky stained shirt, vomits and poops are coming back to haunt him.

His view flew to the bickering fathers now calming their two toddlers, crying for god knows what reason. Are you ready for the chaos that's about to unfold? Will Yoongi be ready to be a house husband and join those very idiots he called losers?

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Troubled Paradise

Part 1

Yoongix reader one shot

Summary: yoongi wanted to just have a conversation with his fiance, he never thought it would turn out in such ways.

Genre: arranged marriage au, strangers to fiance??, crack?? Angst if you squint your eyes. Ceo yoongi, spoiled brat reader, Richie rich vibes.

Warning: Nothing just Abundance of maknae line being the crack ass bestie trio, jimin slays yoongi glares.

Word count: 5k

Side note: I might make a part two to this because I honestly can't stop thinking about this.

Part 2 part 3

Yoongi has always lived his life trying to be better, he made decisions that would be of importance in the future, his coping mechanism was to run away from problems that concerned feelings and Bury himself neck deep in work so that he wouldn't have to face emotions.

He lost the attachment one has with their family when he choose to give his dreams a try, his family didn't talk to him until the fruits of his hardworking started to ripe and that's how he learned that he was alone to fend for himself.

However he would never let down his family ever again, he loved them far too much to ever to be the reason of their sadness again that's how he found himself sitting in the oddly minimalistic touch cafe slash bakery nursing an ice Americano while his fingers drummed a familiar beat against the wooden table.

The smell of coffee mixed with vanilla essence fresh in the air, yoongi has always opinionated that a person's workplace reflects there persona and he found it true.

In his opnion you were just like your cute little cafe, you were just like the coffee energizing and fresh, sweet like the vanilla scent that lingered in the air, he could feel the joyful energy that bounced inside the four walls of your cafe, the very cafe he after some research learned you begged your father to let you run.

He knew your father, he was far too prestigious of a proper hotelier and buisness tycoon to let his daughter do something so small and trivial but to say that yoongi had heard enough to know that you were a renounced troublemaker, atleast you were staying out of your father's hair because of this cafe.

A part of him sympathised with you but a bigger part of him knew enough to not say it out loud, you were the only daughter of a man who owned more than enough your mother had her own fame, afterall being a runway model had it's peaks not forgetting the acting career she confined herself in.

Everyone knew you as a rich spoiled brat, not the kind that went partying every other day or slept around or did something that would bring direct trouble, you had a unique way of causing trouble.

You were so infamous for being blunty and carelessly sharp tounge, never thinking much about how your skinship love language in friendship could lead to scandal or the way you never payed much respect to people just because they had money.

You were trouble, any man who wanted to keep his status unstained would stay away from you because you weren't just a breathe of fresh but a storm thinly disguised, and yet here yoongi was.

A sigh escaped his lips realising that soon you won't be just a trouble maker he often heard about at party but you would be his trouble pack, why did he agreed to this again?

Yeah ..right..something to do with family and shit..his father wanted him to marry you cause why not, you were in all honestly a princess and it's not like yoongi needed that he had far more than you, he build everything from scratch he wasn't fed with a silver spoon  but he made sure he can have a platinum spoon.

After all owning the world recognised music company along side the entertainment one and also the namely fashion brands under his name, wait was he missing something, did he talk about being in the cooperate buisness too?, Well he had enough.

But he was a humble man, he didn't like being controlled by fame, he was a down to earth person he never forgot the time he had nothing and it's what makes him the Min Yoongi.

Yoongi is known as the man for few words, he rather let his intimidating gaze and controlled aura unnerve his target. That was exactly what he was going to do with you, he was going to scare you away or show you just how disinterested he was so that you would yourself reject marrying him.

He obviously wasn't here a week and two days before your both supposedly engagement just because he found you interesting, why would he do that?, you were everything he didn't like, you were too loud, he was too quite, you were too dramatic he was a man who didn't liked drama, you were suspiciously way naive and he was a man who knew the horrors of the world, you were too much of a clumsy idiot he was someone who liked perfection, you were too full of energy he was someone who hated overly energetic people, he had seen a decade more of life than you and you still walked around with your head held so high like you knew every mystery the world had to reveal.

He hated that. He was going to make sure you knew how he felt about this.

However he wanted to let his curiosity be sufficed first, he needed to know why would someone like you agree to marry someone like him, it didn't make sense, you didn't make sense.

You had better chances at finding the fairytale bullshit, you were made for it, you could probably make anyone fall for you. All you had to do was shoot them a smile like you just did to the guy standing beside you just now.

What was his name again?..taehyung right..one of the famous Kim brothers, how much more obvious was he trying to be by working in this cafe of yours, and how much more oblivious were you trying to be by keeping this cafe running with just those three idiot friend of yours as the working staff alongside you.

Yoongi couldn't keep his gaze from lingering on the duo who were brewing coffee together joined together at their hips exchanging mischievous glances, and you still were ready to marry him instead of one of the three idiots who were infamous as the trouble maker trio you were best friends with.

"So how much longer are you gonna keep this busy act going?" Taehyung whispered to you shooting you a small smirk meanwhile you were trying your best to compress some coffee powder, you just rolled your eyes eyeing your best friend who had a clear face of irritation no matter how hard he was trying to hide it with a nonchalant smile.

"You gotta make a man wait first to see if he can do that for the next 40 years of his life." You sang back to your friend who just scoffed at your words taking the compresser from you and helping you with the coffee machine, let's just say you were a little out of practice, "it is better to marry a brick wall than to marry him. Atleast you can use a wall to headbutt yourself when you feel frustrated. " Taehyung's advises were always this way, you sometimes doubted he used sarcasm just to make you annoyed or laugh of loud, you slapped his shoulder playfully shaking your head at your friend's words.

"Oh my god Tae what exactly did he do that you would do him so dirty?" You questioned jokingly while you made quick work of collecting the hot espresso, the cafe wasn't bustling with much life at this time, you knew taehyung could manage the crowd alone but you wanted to help or rather your inner trouble maker brat wanted to make yoongi pissed.

"I am stating the obvious jelly beans, have you not heard about him, he barely talks and when he does it's always buisness, he just goes around giving those creepy ass glares like he wakes up everyday to find his fridge lacking his favourite juice." Taehyung scrunched his nose in a exaggeration to his statement making you bite down on your bottom lip to hold back a grin, he was funny but you weren't going to give him that.

"I am still gonna Marry him unless he is the one backing away." You announced adding the last part just to make taehyung understand what you actually meant, he smiled evily catching the meaning behind your words the replica of which was on your face.

"I bet my limited edition air jordan sneakers that you will end up with him." Jimin's voice chimed in from beside you, he was standing there leaning against the small counter next to the cash counter you weren't even spooked to find him coming out of thin air, let's just say jimin had his ways of sneaking up on people and a whole 5 years of friendship and being the spoiled brat trouble maker squad did come with it's perks.

You rolled your eyes throwing a nearby tablecloth at his face in answer, "how cheap of you bestie." You accused trying to fake annoyance while the corner of yours lips tried to pull up in smile, jimin just smiled shrugging innocently he had his ways, he knew how to play people into believing him with this all so innocent act but you knew him better to know how not so innocent he was.

"Come on trouble in paradise you know you can't hide it that you secretly like him." Jimin sounded so confident it made you snort and look at him as if he had just told you that the when the sun set it was supposed to be morning, yoongi was interesting and you wouldn't deny that you felt intrigued by him but it wasn't enough to make you think that you liked him.

"Don't be mean to her jimin." Tae scolded encircling one of his arms around your shoulder and pulling you in a side hug while you pouted glaring at jimin who just smirked like he knew a big secret of your's, you stick your tongue out at him which made him roll his eyes while he snickered.

"Trust me my troubled paradise I can see it, he isn't backing down not until you use our advice." Jimin opinionated as he walked closer to you and Tae, his voice lowering down an octave like he could sense the prying ears of whoever was trying to be let in on your conversation.

God you wished jungkook was around, he always knew how to get jimin off your back because a interested jimin was a risky one, "no mochi we talked about this, I am not gonna use either of my three lovelies in this whole game, we never knew whose ears this plan might reach and next thing we will know it will be one of you guys instead of him." You reasoned wagging a finger in jimin's direction while narrowing your eyes into thin slits.

Jimin just shrugged pouting innocently in an agreement, "atleast you won't be talking to a brick wall or missing out on mind blowing sex." Taehyung remarked from beside you making you turn to him with a no joke glare but he knew you better than that, he just gave you one of his famous boxy smile which always saved him from your wrath.

"I agree with taetae on the first part but yoongi is sexy I bet he fucks hard." Jimin's nobochalant comment snapped both your and taehyung's attention to him, your head turned in his directing with such speed that you for a minute doubted you would get whiplash, your eyes suspiciously eyed jimin, analysing him and the authenticity of his statement, jimin looking overwhelmed with both of your glares taking a step back while he raised his hand up in surrender.

"What?, Why are you guys giving me that look?, don't tell me you guys can't sense his energy, that guy literally oozes big dick energy." Jimin pointed out in a matter of factly tone, his face so serious that you were left doubting that you had seen him like this last time you asked him to choose your makeover style.

You sighed face palming at Jimin's words, the world had so many people to offer and yet you had to go around and befriend the rarest of idiots.

"Admit it jimin you are gay." Taehyung sneered in a joking manner and was met with an even more dramatic gasp of Jimin's who looked back at him with murderous eyes, you just chuckled looking at them, you loved these idiots they were all you had in the name of friends.

"Sweets." Jungkook's enchanting voice sounded turned all of your attention towards him who stood on the other side of the counter leaning against the cake displaying glass while he flashed you guys one of his adorable bunny smiles, "I think you should meet him, another cup of ice americano and I swear my bladders would burst instead of his." Jungkook sounded so sincerely scared of the possibility that you couldn't help the giggle that sounded from you, you could hear both Tae and jimin snicker beside you.

"That man runs of Americano instead of blood." Jungkook commented when you walked away from the 95's duo and to the other side of the counter flashing your friends a thumbs up when you heard them shouting out a good luck.

You were glad you walked to yoongi on time, he just seemed to have finished the last of his remaining coffee as he settled the plastic cup down before his eyes turned to meet yours, totally nonchalant as if he wasn't glaring at the back of yours friends just a moment earlier or he wasn't watching you interact with the duo.

"Sorry for making you wait the coffee machine was trying to act like it's owner." Your cheerfully joking voice was met with a curt nod of acknowledgement nothing more nothing less, you realised that was all you were going to get from the brick wall of a man who sit before you so not wasting much effort on it you slipped on the opposite side of the booth to take your seat.

You flashed him a big regular boyish smile of yours which was met with a rather small smile which you couldn't even categorize as a smile but remember it was coming yoongi, this had to be a smile, "so what brings you to my little escapade?" You jumped right In not bothering to make poliet conversations, yoongi was a bit taken aback but not entirely fazed, he had to remind himself that this was you, the girl he had heard plenty things about to know that you weren't the type to do tiptoeing before jumping right in.

He shrugged biting his inner bottom lip in thoughts while he gawked at you with a rather emotionless expression, if you were going to be so straight forward it only made sense that he returned the favor.

"Why did you agree to this marriage ?" He blurted out barely able to hide the curiosity from lacing his voice, you looked at him for a moment analysing him and his question before you placed your elbow on the table and supported your head on your hand, your chin placed in your palm while you bite your lower lip giving his question a thought.

"Because my father asked me to." You answered emotionlessly keeping your voice bored not letting any other emotion lace your tone, he doesn't needs to know that's what you tell yourself, yoongi scoffs at your words before folding his arms against his chest your eyes running to his vieny hands a smirk playing on your lips while you shamelessly ogled him, who clearly was oblivious of your stare as he was looking out the window.

"That sounds too disciplined for someone with the reputation of a trouble maker." He knows his comments are straight out rude but yoongi wasn't known for being the soft talker and he didn't wanted you to have any other impression about him beside what was common public opnion. He expected you to call him out on it or atleast give back a snarky remark but all he got in response was a thoughtful hum before the melodic sound of your giggles filled the air surrounding your both.

Yoongi looked back at you slightly in disbelief and slightly in irritation, you were confusing him he didn't like being confused, he didn't like you, "let's just say I want to be the good daughter for once." Your tone was light sarcasm dripping thick in your words anyone would think you meant it but the glimpse of that crushed emotion which yoongi saw flickering for milliseconds were enough.

He knew what that meant, he knew that feeling far well, a tightness formed in his chest just at the thought of you feeling incompetent a part of his wanting to reach out to your very soul and shower you with endless praises so your eyes would never again show that emotion.

Crap..this was getting all way wrong, he shouldn't be feeling this, "so you wanna waste a lifetime just to play the good daughter game?" Yoongi's words were replicating your sarcasm an perfectly shaped eyebrow of his lifting up while his face held the look of amusement, you grinned back shrugging at his question.

"Doesn't seems like a waste to me, beside it's not like I have anyone in mind for whom I might deny this." You straight out declared not missing the way yoongi looked like you were telling him some insanely unbelievable lie, "you could have someone better suited to be your partner." He quipped keeping his dark and definite gaze fixed on you who just snickered at his statement, he was trying to infiltrate you but you were weird, you were a open book but still it felt like every page had a hidden meaning.

"You have quite some options open." He added when he saw you brushing his comment like it was just supposed to be a joke, your eyebrows furrowed upon his statement your nose scrunching slightly as you gave his words a thought totally missing the way he bit his inner cheek to stop a smile, you were adorable yoongi would give you that, you have the innocence aura even though he knows you are far from innocent.

"And who would that be?" You questioned back after a moment of silence not able to understand his indication even in the slightest, yoongi just tipped his chin behind you his eyes jumping to the place he is pointing at and then back to you.

You understood what he was implicating but you still looked back to find your personal trouble maker trio jumping around, jimin smiling at the customers as he did quick work of the cash counter, taehyung rolling up his white shirt to work on beverage orders Jungkook going around handing out the designated order, a usual happy jump visible in his walk.

You smiled looking at your friends before you turned back to face yoongi who just raised his eyebrows in a silent question, a chuckle escaped your lips while you shook your head, "as much as I love them, they can't handle my energy." You declared before shooting a wink at the man opposite to you who went extremely still for a moment eyes widening, his mind trying to comprehend that there was no under lying meaning to your words.

"They are just as energetic as me, we both will be causing constant trouble without having any mature mindset, I need someone who can do the boring buisness talks so that I can be the free bird." You were sure your way of explaining things wasn't exactly the best but it is what it is, you can be blunt but atleast you aren't trying to lie about anything, yoongi was a bit taken aback by how indepth you thought about things, he thought you would be a mindless brat who just goes for vibes that are same as her, he didn't knew you would understand the dynamics of having a stable relationship.

Yoongi couldn't take his eyes of you, he couldn't stop looking at your face to make sure that you were really saying this and not lying, "I still Don't understand why you would choose to marry me, you could find someone accurate for your description." He worded out his concern his brows furrowing slightly while you just beamed back at him, if your giggles were melodic low jazz songs then your laugh was surely fairy music yoongi couldn't fight back the smile.

Shit he wasn't doing a great job, what was he here for again?

"I could ask you the same." You pointed out pointing a finger in his direction while your lips pulled up in a teasing smile eyebrows raised, he shrugged feeling a little uneasy at feeling your whole attention on him, "father." That's all he said as if that would be enough of a reason and it was because he knew you would understand.

However he didn't expect the cheeky grin you gave him or how you leaned in forward placing your elbows on the table and placing your chin in your hand, "that sounds too disciplined for someone with the reputation of unbendable brick wall." You mimicked his tone from moments earlier not hiding the amused grin nor stopping to think twice before winking at him.

Did he just blushed??

You couldn't help but be in awe by the way his face turned a little pink not exactly visible until you looked hard, his eyes strayed away from you while you saw how his throat worked his Adam apple bobbing while he swallowed, you couldn't keep your eyes under check they were busy checking your soon to be fiance.

The sounds of someone clearing their throat followed by the silhouette of jimin made you both turn to face your friend who just flashed one of his innocent blinding smile, his hand holding a tray containing two strawberry milkshake and his other hand had a tray balancing two pastries on it.

"You said you wanted something to eat earlier." Jimin stated keeping his innocent smile plastered on his face although you didn't miss the mischievous glint in his eyes, your lips tugging upwards in a smirk completely unaware of how closely yoongi was watching the interaction, something in him burning and cooling at the same time.

He could see it, your connection with them was warm and fuzzy it had the warmth of a mug of hot chocolate on a wintery night, he wanted that, he never felt like this before, he never wanted anything to do with anyone not until he could see just how good it was to have someone who you can Communicate with through telepathy.

" beside We couldn't let your future one leave without tasting your special pastries." Jimin's voice was the regular cheery one, he winked at yoongi who just kept looking at him with a blank glance, you helped jimin carefully set the plates and the glasses down before turning your attention back to yoongi.

Yoongi was busy admiring the pastries laid out infront of him, everything related to you was too soft and too sweet shouldn't it be all fake?, but why wasn't it fake even in the slightest?, why were you not like other people who were considered brats?

"So is the decision made?" Jimin butted in sliding to take his seat beside you while you huffed poking his sides to make him leave, he didn't even flinched before wrapping an arm around your shoulder, yoongi being silent while he observed the exchange happening between you both, his gaze turning even more dark at the fact that there was no space between you and jimin.

You glared at jimin talking with your eyes to tell him to fuck off but he just flashed you One of his famous duality smile which you knew quite too well, "just so you know I really want our little troubled paradise to marry you..it will be fun." Jimin's attention was turned to yoongi who just went forward to grab the drink infront of him anything than to have to talk to this Park, he knows how famous jimin is for being the information gainer.

"Okay baby mochi that would be enough you need to go help Tae Tae, you know he hates coffee." You tried to push jimin off the seat, he just turned to you and gave you his puppy eyes and that damn pout had it been anyone else they would have gave in to his request but you weren't anyone you were his best friend for years.

"I get that you Don't want me around anymore, why would you when you are getting such a sexy hot husband but damn it hurts." Jimin grasped at his chest giving out his best at acting hurt by your words, his lips still perked up in a pout while his eyes gave you the sad puppy eyes, you rolled your eyes before smacking his chest.

You were too busy bickering to notice how yoongi froze on hearing Jimin's words, he swear his face was about to betray him he could feel the heat rising, you didn't deny Jimin's words either and it was obvious that you thought the same, yoongi had been called many things all his life but he never thought he wanted to hear you call him sexy.

Wait...he what?..what was wrong with him, he needed to get the fuck out of here, you were addicting far too addicting and worst of all you were oblivious of it all, "come on baby mochi stop being dramatic, I am getting a sexy husband doesn't means you get to live a y/n free life." You scolded poking Jimin's arm who just smiled letting his eyes jump to a now really flustered yoongi before moving back to yours.

"Then let me stay." Jimin conditioned grabbing your wrist and giving you his best puppy dog eyes you scoffed turning your eyes into narrow slits, "I won't repeat again baby mochi go now." You commanded turning as much as you could when your friend looked so cute, yoongi could feel a certain burn in him something that wanted to see you use that tone on a serious occasion, he didn't find you anything more than interesting, it is going to be fun.

Jimin sighed letting your hands go and standing up from his seat, he did his best to look like a kicked puppy but you could see the corner of his mouths twitching at the show he put on, you knew inside he was having that smug smirk stating that he did a great job.

But whatever makes him leave was enough for you and once he did you quickly turned your attention back to yoongi who just offered you one of his expressionless face, his blank gaze still had a flash of amusement. "You are quite good at cooking." That was all he had to say after watching the whole show that you and your friend put on, wow you wanted him to take mixed signs from Jimin's action and just say that he didn't want to marry you, wow you get that he is hot and you want to really see if Jimin's prediction earlier was true but a marriage would be quite a big thing wouldn't it?

You needed to do something, "I learned it from mom." You answered back flashing him a genuine smile, you were surprised that he acknowledged your smile and words with a nod of his head and a small straight lipped smile of his, "you still stand by your decision?" You questioned him raising an eyebrow, your heart throbbing a violent pace waiting for his answer, what was it?, did you feel attracted to him?, yes maybe but you would be a fool if you didn't, yoongi was handsome far more handsome than you wanted to give him credit off.

He looked at you with another one of his blank gaze but this time there was humor in it, "I should be the one asking that." He corrects before taking a sip from his drink, you bit the inside of your bottom lip waiting for him to continue, you knew he had more to say.

"You yourself said I am a brick wall." He reminds again giving that look which you are sure he uses to get under people's skin to make them confess things but if thought it would do anything more than making you feel hot and think about endless scenarios where you both would probably be on top of this table, he probably predicted you wrong.

You shrugged pouting a little as you digged into your pastries humming in delight of finally having something to deal with your sweet craving, your lips curled up in a genuine smile eyes closing in bliss, to say you hadn't had time to eat because of how hectic the morning shift was and then yoongi showing up all of a sudden yeah it would still been an understatement.

"Wouldn't we make a perfect couple?, you being you and me being me, it will be fun besides.." you trailed off taking another bite from you pastery as yoongi did the same, you could see he was trying to hold back a smile not wanting to give you the proper amount of praise you deserved for being such a good cook, however knowing that he was probably too distracted by the sweets you went in for the final blow.

If this didn't work, you would gratefully be Mrs. Min.

"Jimin's prediction are always correct.." you informed making the male raise an eyebrow while he put another spoon of food in his mouth, you smiled teasingly face turning from innocent to flirty in an instant, "atleast I will be getting a hot ass husband who gives big dick energy Jimin's words not mine but I bet you have it though." Yoongi's face turned pale his mouth stopping mid chewing before he choked.

What the fuck did he signed up for??

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So Far Away

Request: Can you do one with yoongi where you go to studio bc he's been practically living there & doesnt spend time with u even in his days off and u feel kinda neglected & u go and tell him to take a break & spend time with u and he says something like work is more important & to leave him alone & so you go and after that he regrets it but keeps working but he doesnt realise until a few days that you havent texted him or visit him & he panicks & goes to see u & u can go from there haha please & thanks!

Member: Yoongix Reader

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 2,603

Trigger Warning: getting yelled at, neglect, accidentally getting hit with a chair and a door, anything else that can be a trigger

A/N: soo this has been sitting in my requests for a long ass time and im so sorry to to the requester. I AM SO FREAKING HAPPY TO HAVE THIS ON MY MASTERLIST TBH these kinds of requests or prompts are like OG prompts like any decent writer has this prompt on their page for Yoongi and I am so happy to be added to that. and since im editing this after the fact lol >.< i love that you guys are enjoying this.

At the studio don’t wait up x  

I scroll up in the conversation, seeing an endless amount of similar texts. Honestly when was the last time I saw Yoongi? I thought to myself; don’t wait up not an I love you, not an how are you? I’m tired. Tired of being alone. Tired of being pushed to the side.

This wasn’t what you signed up for, Yes I knew he would be busy; he made that VERY clear in the first few months of your now 4 year relationship.  

But unlike your best friend, Jennie; who’s anniversary with Namjoon was the same as your own. I spent it alone, which normally I wouldn’t care—except for the fact that he already forgot your birthday, valentine's day, new year's, Christmas and every other holiday for the past year. Random mindless days spent in bed only for him to rush off to the studio the minutes after unloading himself into you.  

I sighed, typing in a short blunt K. I backspace the letter, Fine Yoongi you don’t want to come to me ill come to you. I decide pulling myself out of bed, I knew I really shouldn’t just show up to his studio. The few times I have without an invitation only led to an argument, yet I didn’t care; You’d rather him scream and yell at you anything but this emotionless, unloving stoic persona.  

Grabbing your coat and keys. Maybe he fell out of love with you, I thought; my heart aching in my chest at the thought. You could remember a time where he literally wanted to spend every second with you. Days spent in the studio him silently producing with you seated next to him; his hand reaching over every once in a while, grasping your thigh with a smug smirk. He’d slowly lose interest in the art he was making. His focus on you, and you only.  

Deciding to get food, I pulled into the store. My lip comes between my teeth, hesitation in my steps as you stare at the simple store Yoongi and I have come to a lot. I’ve been coming alone a lot recently. Finally making your way inside grabbing 2 instant ramens. The lady behind the register gave me a small sad smile. “I haven’t seen you around with that Yoongi boy recently, did you guys break up?” Tears well in your eyes at the statement, you shook your head. “H-he’s been busy with work” I plaster a small smile on my face. She nods curtly sadness still in her gaze.  

The tears fall as I sit in my drivers seat. Hands gripping the steering wheel, knuckles turning white as the sobs release from my chest.  

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Once the studio was in my view my breath grew shaky. Walking through the door, trembling I saw Hoseok heading toward the exit behind me. “Noona? Hey” he smiles brightly. “You looking for Hyung? Are you okay?” he asks concern growing on his features as he observes the dry tears on my face. I nod simply taking a small bow and walking toward Yoongi’s studio.  

I bring my hand to the keypad, fingers hesitating and hovering over it. A sigh releases from my lips. Knocking on the door softly, through the distorted glass I could see his figure toss his headphones onto the desk; forcing himself up and pulling the door open.  

I took in his angry expression before it fell as he took in my appearance. “Y/N? A-are you okay? did something happen?” He asked concerned his hand wiping tears I didn’t realize were falling. I shake my head. “I just wanted to see you” a small smile appearing on my face. His eyebrows scrunch together a scowl forming. “Im working like I told you” He states rolling his eyes storming back into the studio. I follow behind him my hand reaching up and stopping the door before he could slam it in my face. A sharp pain shooting through it as I close the door behind me.  

“I can just be quiet you wouldn’t even know im here-” “-So why fucking be here at all?” he cuts me off bluntly. “I told you I have shit to do. Just go home I'll call you later” “Yoongi you can't be serious.... I just want to spend time with you I haven't seen you in a long time you just got back from a tour, so I haven't seen you or even heard from you properly for almost a year” I squeak, my bottom lip returning between my teeth as I feel the tears pooling in my eyes.  

“Are you done being dramatic?” He asks an emotionless expression growing on his face. “Being dramatic?” I whisper to myself. “You saw me please just go, im having a hard time focusing as it is and I don’t need you distracting me” He turned back to his keyboard. My feet find themselves bringing me toward him; wrapping my arms around his neck from behind. “Please I brought some food can we just eat together and I'll go home.” I whisper. He pulls my arms from around him.  

“FUCKING LEAVE Y/N!!!!! I TOLD YOU I AM FUCKING BUSY I ALREADY ATE AND I DONT NEED YOU DISTRACTING ME FROM THE ONLY THING IMPORTANT IN MY LIFE” The force of his chair connecting with my abdomen sending me to the ground clutching my stomach from the pain. The tears flowing freely, I refuse to look at Yoongi bringing myself off the ground and rushing toward the door.  

I can feel his hand wrap itself around my wrist as I grip the handle. “Y/N, I-I" He whispers, “What. Im leaving you alone like you asked” I state bluntly staring at the silver handle in my hands. “Are you okay?” His voice laced with concern. “You should get back to work I'll see you later” My voice breaking “J-just tell me if you're okay” He whispers “fuck...... please......”  

I pull his studio door open forcing my wrist from his grip he fights to hold on. “No.....I-Im not okay and I haven't been for a long time” I state my voice shaking. “Goodbye Min Yoongi” I state finally looking at him, a confused look on his face “W-what? N-no you’re hurt let me he-” “It's fine hope you figure out what’s been troubling you” I cut him off, finally pulling myself away from in front of his studio door. I knew he wouldn’t follow me; our relationship wasn’t public and he had a reputation to uphold. “Y/N!” I could hear him call from behind me. The sound of his voice bringing me to pick up my pace rushing toward the exit.  

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My phone rang for the 4th time in the past 10 minutes. Signaling what was probably Yoongi’s two hundredth call to me I have not answered in the past three days. I pause in reaching for my phone as his subsequent text message comes through. Quickly swiping them away, “Tsk answer the poor boy” My mother states “Imagine his worry when he came home and you were gone” I roll my eyes at her statement  

“Imagine my worry when he doesn’t want to spend time with me at all after barely being able to see him after he got off a 6-month world tour, imagine my worry when after him being back for 3 months and I still haven't even physically seen him and I find out the tour is over because im on weverse and Big Hit releases a statement. Imagine my worry when he tells me the only thing important in his life is his work on our anniversary. He didn’t care I wasn’t there he’s fine probably happy he doesn’t have a huge distraction anymore” I state between clenched teeth.

“He doesn’t care? Is that why he’s been calling you relentlessly? Is that why he called me in tears asking if I knew where you were?” “Eomma...tell me you didn’-” The frantic doorbell ringing cut me off. “Traitor” I whisper under my breathe pouting. My mother smacking the back of my head as she walks to the door. “Tsk hit me all you want doesn’t change that its true” She chuckles sticking her tongue out at me.  

I rush up the stairs, locking the bedroom door behind me. “Y/N!......... Sorry Eomeoni” I hear Yoongi shout as his footsteps bang loudly as he rushes up the steps. Sitting on my bed I hear the handle jiggling as he tried to open the door. “Y-y/n....please just- fuck" His voice is hoarse I can hear the tears in it. “Please.....I-I just want to see you” He begs. I blink the tears away, “I just wanted to see you” I state to myself “I know........I know please........you know how stupid I can be” He cries “D-don’t do this to me please yoongi go home” “NO! Don’t tell me to go home you can tell me im an idiot, that you're mad at me, that you hate me but please don’t tell me to leave” He begs his voice shaking. “I c-can't do this right now please just go” I beg.  

The door begins shaking as I hear him trying to force it open. “Please! Please! Fuck don’t do this to me let me fix this please im sorry im so fucking sorry please” He begs. His body connecting with the door. “Yoongi stop! Youre gonna hurt yourself” “Yoongi-ssi” My mother calls softly, I could hear the understanding in her tone.  

“Im not fucking loosing you...not like this” He says defeated “I’ll leave but I’ll be back. Reply to me at least.... Don’t give up on me please”  

I could hear the front door, then a soft knock “He’s gone” my mother states softly. I sob into my pillow.  

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It took another 2 days for me gain the courage to speak to Yoongi. It's taken me an hour to open his contact, it's taken me 10 minutes of panicking to press the call button. When his face lights up the screen, phone vibrating wildly in my hand. Pressing the green button, “Y-you answered” He sighs, “Fuck you have no idea how-I miss you please just come home” He cries, my voice lost from the moment his raspy tired tone reached my ears. My throat dry as my eyes grew wet “Y/N? Hello?” He called out worried “Please I just want to talk, see you im so sorry I didn’t mean to forget-” “It doesn’t matter anymore Yoongi-ssi" “Y-yes it does it always matters” he cuts you off.  

“N-no it doesn’t you made it clear, Yoongi-ssi" I state holding back tears. “I-I” He stutters “P-please just tell me how to fix this” “There’s nothing to fix” releasing a sigh my heart tightens “Lets.....break up” “Y/N! NO! WAIT-” I end the call. My phone vibrating, yoongi’s photo taking over the screen.  

Missed call from Min Yoongi

New Message from Min Yoongi  

Please tell me how I can fix this, don’t do this I know I fucked up but please I can't lose you. I love you; I’ll do anything please just don’t break my heart like this.  

To: Min Yoongi

You ended things a while ago, im just making it official.  

New Message from Min Yoongi

I love you I don’t want to end it.  

To: Min Yoongi

It's too late

New Message from Min Yoongi

I'll do anything please don’t say that it's too late, you love me. I know you do please just talk to me. If you tell me to my face that were over then I'll accept it but I need to at least try I know I didn’t fight for you that night but I am now can't that mean something.

To: Min Yoongi  

Seutaeli, 11 am tomorrow

New Message from Min Yoongi

I'll be there. I love you thank you

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My hand shook as I pulled the café door open. Yoongi eyes on me the second I walk through the door. My heart in my throat as I take in his appearance for the first time since that night. His eyes are red tears staining his face. I could see him swallow his coffee roughly. His eyes drifting back to the table, his hand playing with his hair, a trait he only had when nervous.  

He stands meeting me halfway, his arms wrapping around my waist tightly. My eyes widen, “Y-yoongi-ssi you don’t have a mask on, someone could see” “let them see” He states his face tucking into my neck. Im frozen, I can hear him inhaling my scent as I try to pull away “Please, if this is the last time just let me have this” He begs. I awkwardly wrap my arms around his neck. He sighs longingly. “p-please tell me this isn't the last time”  

“I don’t know Yoongi-ssi" “I hate that you’re calling me that, so formal” He pulls his face away, his finger brushing over my bottom lip. “C-can I-” I pull his hand off “Yoongi-ssi” I stare at him knowingly. “Let them see I don’t care” He argues. “I don’t think it would be appropriate” I whisper. He nods disappointedly, I stare at the crowded café. “I-if you want to talk somewhere privately, I've reserved a room at a hotel nearby” He stutters anxiously. I nod.  

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The drive was silent, Yoongi’s hand gripping mine the entire ride. His eyes never leaving my face as if he was trying to remember it. The elevator was filled with both awkward and sexual tension. Yoongi held you at his side, grip tightening every time you tried to pull away.  

When we finally got into his room, the smell of alcohol hits your nose. “S-sorry I didn’t plan on bringing you here.” He says embarrassed picking up the mess. “M-make--” he trips on one of his shirts on the ground a chuckle is released from my chest. “Make yourself comfortable anywhere” he says embarrassed lifting himself up. I nod and sit on the couch.  

We sit in silence for a long time. His eyes never leaving my face after he sat down. “D-do you really want to break up?” He asks meekly. I shake my head “No, but I can't keep doing this” “You won't, I can change I-I'll do anything for you, you mean everything to me” The tears threatening to fall from his eyes. “You said I was a distraction......that your work was the only important thing in your life” He shook his head rapidly as tears streamed down his face “I didn’t mean that you know I didn’t mean that” He drops in front of you, taking your hands into his own.  

“I didn’t mean it” He states again, tone serious; his eyes pleading for you to believe him. His hand releasing yours to wipe the tear off your face. “Please don’t cry, I can't take it” His voice is desperate. “Please don’t...I know it's hard being with me, and I don’t deserve another chance but I need you to know im sorry and I can't lose you”  

My tears flow freely “Please....I'll take a break; we can do anything you want please stay with me.” He brushes his lips against mine, I pull my head back slightly. His hand caresses my face, my lip traps itself between my teeth. His free hand caresses the outside of my thigh. I can feel the wetness growing. Our eyes meet briefly “It's been so long since I've kissed you” he whispers. His bottom lip wedging between his teeth.  

His eyes focusing only on my lips.  

[alwaysdarkestbeforethedawn94]

A Confession to Make

You just had a confession to make.

Pairing: Yoongix Reader

Genre: sm au, crack humor

A/N: This is a look in the daily lives of the Take Care of You couple Enjoy! 

[1990stae]

Go Dance ~ myg

- series : opposites attract

- pairing : fboy!yoongix x carefree!reader

-genre : angst 

- word count : 1.5k (its short im sorry)

- warnings : drinking, dirty dancing ? cursing/swearing, its a pretty chill chapter. unedited

-a/n : IVE NEVER WRITTEN ON TUMBLR BEFORE SO IM LIKE LITERALLY TERRIFED SO UH, FEEDBACK IS AMAZING YES PLZ GIVE ME THAT

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Friday Sep 28 , 4:30 PM

“ yn c’mon, we never do anything anymore, why not just, this one party..”

“Because the last time I let you boys drag me to a party, there was some guy groping me for half the night because you thought, and I quote , ‘you two would be cute.’” you looked at Jin lightly before sitting down next to Jimin at the table. 

The boys had taken you to your favorite coffee shop as a small bribe to get you to join them tonight at some frat party you were not interested in. You had already decided to go of course, but Taehyung had already gotten you snacks and makeup from Walmart and you wanted to see just how much more money you could get them to spend before they caught on.

“I’d need new clothes for the night, all of mine are old.” you mentioned, taking a small bite from your cakepop.

“I can buy you something, as long as it’s not too expensive.” Jin pipped up. 

“Are you sure Mom? I dont wanna spend your money.” 

“Yea for sure. It's just a small outfit. Isn't it?” Jimin let out a snicker as Jin finished his sentence.

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Friday Sep 28 , 8:47 PM

“You’re not wearing the outfit I bought ?!” Jin exclaimed as you pilled into his car, sitting next to Tae in the backseat.

“ I said I was wearing jeans and a  hoodie. You thought I was joking?” you baited, seeing your friend realize what you had done.

“Hyung, how did you not see what she was doing? It was quite obvious.” Jimin told Jin as the car began moving.

Jin said nothing and turned on the radio as he drove towards the campus housing. You lived a few miles away in an apartment with Taehyung, so the drive was short and sweet. 

As you approached the house, you could feel the bass shaking lightly. Stepping out of the car made it more noticeable. The ground below you shook lightly as you walked alongside your friends up to the house. 

The lawn was littered with people dancing and smoking, all sorts of things you thought were better done where the police couldn't catch you. Once you and the boys reached the house you could feel your ear drums bursting at the noise. It wasn't a pleasant sensation nor was it a good song. You sighed and continued following Jin through the house. Stopping in the kitchen.

“Joon!” Jin yelled over the music, throwing his arms up.

“Jin! You guys made it.” He hugged Jin loosely before turning to his friends. Two of which you recognized.

“This is Hobi, Jungkook, and I'm sure you all know Yoongi.” Namjoon patted Yoongi's shoulder lightly before turning back to Jin. Yoongi took a small drink from his cup before looking around, avoiding you and your friends. 

“Right, this is Taehyung, Jimin, and Yn. Nice to meet you all.”

You heard a small scoff and looked over at Hoseok. He seemed uninterested by the situation, but to be fair, so were you.

“Joon, I'm gonna go dance. I’ll see you guys later?” He asked his friend. 

“Yea! Have fun Hyung!” Namjoon told Hobi before watching his friend disappear into the crowd of moving bodies.

You looked around before finding the solo cups and alcohol, moving over to make yourself a drink. Mixing the Coke and Rum in a cup evenly before hearing Tae speaking to Jungkook about some class they had together. 

“Coke and Rum? Seems boring.” a voice mentioned.

“Thanks, I try,” you replied sarcastically before looking up from where the voice had come from. He kept his drink close to his chin as he spoke.

“I didn’t know you and your friends knew what parties were.” he spoke, this time following it with a sip from the cup.

“ aren't you supposed to be sober? Healthy athlete or whatever.” You commented as you turned your body outwards, leaning onto the counter behind you and watching your friends converse about school and work.

“I don't drink” You looked up at him confused as he brought the cup down to your nose, “it’s Coke. I thought loners were always wasted. What's with the half assed drink?”

“I came here with three other people. What about that screams loner to you?” 

“Loner, stoner, same difference really.” he brought the drink back up to his mouth before taking a sip.

“Why are you here if you don't drink?” You knew he was popular, and that he often went to these types of parties. But you only went when forced, and your plan was always to get waisted. 

He looked upward towards the crowd of dancing bodies, “because girls do,” he said to you before sitting his drink down and moving into the room crowded by people.

Jin noticed the separation of you and Yoongi and moved over to where you were standing, taking your drink from your hand and taking a quick drink before handing it back.

“I'm guessing that didn't go too well.”

“Whatever could you mean? It went amazingly. We’re getting married this spring.” you said with a side eye, moving your attention down to your phone and swiping away the notifications.

“He’s really not that bad, yn. Give him a chance. He’s just a bit cocky ya know?” Jin tried, looking at you with small, pleading eyes.

“Why do you want me close to him? He’s pretentious and annoying.”

“Don't ask questions. Go dance,” Jin grabbed the drink from your hand before pushing you away from the counter. You sighed and moved to where you saw Taehyung and Jimin dancing. 

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Friday Sep 28 , 11:24 PM

Once the three of you were together you felt ease rush over you, being with two of your best friends at a party was a feeling you enjoyed. A feeling you felt to cherish. Tae and Jimin were two of the most free spirited people you knew and being around them just seemed to make you feel free as well.

It wasn't long before you three were joined by Jin. Laughing at the people who seemed to lack rhythm and coordination. Jin mocking their dance moves to make you all smile. Jimin and Tae avoided the girls who came up to them. 

Out of the corner of your eye you noticed him, surrounded by girls, as he practically just stood there, enjoying it. A small scoff escaped your mouth as you watched his eyes scan them as they moved around him. 

The situation was corny and gross enough with him finding you in the crowd, your head turned toward him. This small thing boosted his ego, an ego that was already inflated. A smirk planted on his face as he began moving against the bodies surrounding him, holding eye contact with you for the entirety of the song that happened to be playing.

Jimin seemed to notice the smug expression on Yoongi's face as he pulled you closer into him and danced with you pressed to him. 

One of your favorite things about the friends you kept, was that they never seemed to ask questions or doubt each other, just simply followed along. So when Taehyung's arms snaked around you as he stood in front of you, and Jin moved closer into you, you thanked whatever demon or devil sent them to you, because as you turn your attention away from Yoongi and towards your friends who were, in all honesty, helping you do a softcore porn at this point, you heard the girls around him make sad noises. 

By the time the song had ended, Yoongi had disappeared from the living room and you didn’t particularly care. 

“So, who were we seducing?” Tae asked you, shifting away from the close position. 

“Everyone, we were fucking hot.” Jin remarked.

“Yoongi was being a bitch, didn’t think our little yn should have to put up with a bitch boy playing games.” Jimin told the boys before smiling at you.

“I believe whatever we were doing seemed to work because.. Mr. Min is missing and you’re still here. “ Jin teased before walking back to the kitchen, followed by you and the other two.

“I’m bored, can we leave?” you said, pouring yourself a new drink and facing them. They looked as tired as you did. 

“Leaving so soon? No after party?” Yoongi's voice chimed from behind the counter.

“Hmm, yea i think so. There isn't anything interesting here, besides the boys,” you paused and brought your cup up to your mouth, “and there aren't many interesting boys either.” 

You walked out of the house, followed by your friends and all settling into Jin’s car. 

It was tradition, to say the least, to spend nights at your and Taes apartment after late nights, and although it was only a little after 12, no one felt like going home alone. 

You oddly enjoyed this party more than the others you had been to, which was saying a lot seeing as you never liked attending the ‘popular kids’ parties. Not until now.

[kookieswan]

part two pleeaseee for feel good yoongix reader

Feel Good does have a part 2 already, It’s just called Feel Good PT.2 lol.

You can find it here dear ❤️

[taeken-my-heart]

Read Between the Lines

Summary: Solving cases was what you’d signed up to do, but solving them with your academy crush turned partner was not on the agenda. 

Pairing: Yoongix Reader 

Genre: Detective!Yoongi x Detective!Reader. Angst, fluff, bickering, romance, illusions to smut but nothing graphic.

Rating:PG15

Word Count: 18043

Warnings: TW:Death mention TW:Crime mention TW:Prostitution mention TW:Attempted Murder mention TW:Drug Addiction Mention. Nothing is described in great detail, but Yoongi and YN are detectives and this is typical of their line of work so there will be mention and talk of cases to do with these topics. I did research but I’m sure I still got details wrong, haha. This is all just for entertainment purposes. 

YN is ethnically Greek but I’ve made an effort to not describe anything about her so she can still be reader insert. I thought about naming her, but decided it might be fun just to read as a reader insert instead. 

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You were craving Greek food, something with a lot of Kalamata olives. And feta; lots of feta. Maybe you were just craving salt. Your stomach grumbled as you stepped from the squad car, adjusting your belt and locking the door. 

The interior of Mykonos diner was a bit grungy; run down with age and frequent foot traffic, mostly yours and your partners. Blue and white mimicking the streets of Santorini and heavy with 50 years’ worth of grime, but it was your favorite spot to go. It was family owned, after all.

Scanning the heads of the patrons, you spot Yoongi’s mop of dark hair in the corner booth, his neck stretched long as he craned over his paper work; oblivious to your entry. You made your way towards him, rounding the other side of the booth and sliding into the seat opposite him. He spares you a glance and a grunt as a greeting before returning to whatever he’s writing. 

You scrunch your nose at the top of his head before glancing over at the kitchen where your aunt is working, back bent with years of effort. “You want your usual, anipsiá?” She calls and you smile, nodding.

“Thank you, theía!” Your gaze returns back to the restaurant. It wasn’t lunch yet so there weren’t very many people, but there was an old couple sitting in the center of the room at the old rickety table you’d run into when you were five while playing a heated game of tag with your cousins. They didn’t seem to mind the wobbly leg as they linked fingers across the table over Moussaka and some Dolmadakia.

Yoongi huffed in frustration, bringing your eyes back to him as he straightened in his seat, hand running down his face. He looked tired. Dark circles under his eyes from late nights and too much caffeine. His eyes drooped from exhaustion as he turned his gaze to yours, scratching at the light stubble on his chin.

“I just can’t figure it out.” He grumbled, reaching for his mug; presumably coffee, taking a long sip and smacking his lips together in satisfaction.

“Take a break,” you reprimanded. “You need a clear head before you can go back to it.” Yoongi looked like he wanted to argue, but he stopped himself, lips pursed. “Have you ordered?”

He shook his head, nodding down at his mug, “Just this. I was waiting for you.”

“How chivalrous.” You smirked and he chuckled.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself; I was distracted.” He flagged down your uncle to order keftedes with a side of fries.

“And two waters please, theíos. Light on the ice.” Yoongi gave you a look after your uncle had left and you shrugged.

“You don’t run on coffee, Yoongi, you need water too.”

“Coffee is made from water.” He grumbled.

“Ok, surly, so where are you on the house renovations?” You asked, slipping further into your seat and adjusting your holster; it was digging into your gut.

“It’s gonna be a while yet, but the walls are up now.” He shrugged.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay with me?” You asked, “You’re gonna spend all your money on that hotel and I’ve got that extra bedroom. For free, Yoongi.”

“It’s cute that you want to spend all your time with me.” He smirked at you over the rim of his mug and you rolled your eyes.

“Don’t be an idiot. I’m thinking of your bank account.” You chuckled.

The bell at the door rang as another patron entered and you watched as she took the booth closest to the door before diverting your attention back to Yoongi. “Why can’t we find anything, Y/N?” He sulked and you sighed.

“It’s a cold case, Yoongi. It went cold for a reason. Don’t be so hard on yourself, we’re doing the best we can. We just need to look at it from a new angle.”

“They’ve been waiting for 10 years for answers, don’t you think they deserve our effort?” He grumbled and you frowned.

“Of course, but obsessing over it is clearly not helping. Take a step back and a deep breath. We’ll figure it out.”

“Every new lead always dries up or ends up being nothing. How can you stay so positive?”

“I’m as frustrated as you are, but we’ve worked on harder cases than this. We’ve got this.”

“Here you go. Do you want some portokalada, anipsiá?” Your uncle asked, sliding your plates onto the table and turning his gaze to you.

“No thank you, water is fine for me today.”

“When are you going to bring a man around to meet us? Your mama and theía want to know.”

You sighed, slumping further in your seat, “I bring a man around here all the time.” You grin, motioning at Yoongi who looked at you darkly and your uncle laughed.

“Yoongi doesn’t count. Unless he’s going to give you babies, he’s not important. No offence meant.” Your uncle said, inclining his head towards Yoongi who nodded.

“None taken.” Yoongi replied, taking a bite of one of his fries.

As if Yoongi needed to hear your uncle talk about the possibility of impregnating you. Mortification was a constant friend of yours in the presence of your family. “OK, thank you. We’ll talk about this later during family dinner.”

Your uncle chuckled, sauntering back to the kitchen and you glanced over at Yoongi, teeth gritting in discomfort. He was too concentrated on his food to notice your frown so you sighed, grabbing a fork and taking a bite of your own food.

“You don’t have to make it weird.” Yoongi said suddenly, and you looked up at him. He was still staring down at his food, forking it into his mouth as though he hadn’t spoken.

“My uncle made it weird, not me.” You replied nonchalantly and he shrugged.

“Semantics.”

You chuckled. “Oh, I’m sure you love the idea of making me an honest woman.”

“It’s not the worst thing I could imagine.” He smirked. “Right up there with taming a bear; could be exciting.”

You laughed, kicking at his ankle under the table. “You’re an ass.”

After you’d both finished your lunch, you said goodbye to your family, walking out the door, Yoongi trailing behind you and walking to the passenger seat of your car. He radioed in a 10-8 as you started the car, pulling from the parking space and turning the car in the direction of the station.

“We’ve got a 10-35 at 387 W Simons St. Nearest officer, please respond.” Your radio crackled to life and Yoongi reached for his own, pressing the button on the side to talk.

“This is 96, we’re just a couple blocks away.”

“10-4, 96. Be advised this is a 10-33.”

“Copy that.”

You flipped on your lights and siren, driving in the direction of the address as it was listed back to you, stomach flipping uncomfortably.

“96, please be advised the suspect is not yet in custody.”

“10-4.” Yoongi replied.

Pulling into the apartment complex, you parked and stepped from the car, glancing up at the building in front of you. It was in a row of other apartment blocks, similar in color and worn with age. You followed Yoongi up the stairs to apartment C3, stepping into the living room through the open door. There were already a few officers and the forensics team strewn about the room, taking pictures or searching for evidence and you took a preemptive glance around the room for any information you’d need to remember.

“What’s the situation?” Yoongi asked, turning to one of the other officers, a older man from your unit who was taller and stockier than your partner.

He sighed, rubbing a hand across his forehead. “Woman in her early 20’s, beaten and left to die. Her mother found her when she was bringing the woman’s daughter back home from breakfast. She’s been transferred to the hospital in critical condition. Her mother is in the little girl’s bedroom with her currently. We suspect it was the child’s father and are searching for him.”

“Is there a reason for suspecting the father?” You asked as Yoongi surveyed the room, watching one of the officers search through drawers.

“There have been reports of domestic abuse in the past and he left a few threatening messages on her phone the last few days. The captain wants the two of you to man this case so you’d better do your interviews and take a look around while you’re here.”

You nodded before walking back to where Officer Tony pointed and knocking on the door to the furthest right, the white paint chipping in the corners. An officer opened from the inside and you stepped through, looking down at a woman, no older than 55 holding a little girl in her lap whose eyes were wide and blood shot as you stepped forward.

“Hello,” you smiled gently, going to kneel down in front of the both of them. “My name is Officer Y/N, I’m here to help your family.”

The woman looked down at you, her own smile strained and you could see her efforts not to cry in front of her grandchild.

“I know you’ve already given a statement, but I will be personally working on this case and I want to hear from you what you saw so I can do my absolute best.”

“Well,” the woman started, voice shaky, “I took my granddaughter last night while my daughter was at work. She’s a single mother and works two jobs, one of which is at a bar that’s opened late so I kept her overnight and took her out for breakfast this morning. I called around 11 when I hadn’t heard from her, but she didn’t answer her phone so we drove over to check on her and found her in the living room.”

You nodded, reaching to touch her hand and she released a shuddery breath. “I told Cora to go wait in her bedroom as soon as I saw her laying there. She was badly beaten, but I could see she was still breathing. I called 911 right away and waited with her until the paramedics got here.”

“Has anything strange happened over the last few days? Anything in the last 24 hours?”

The woman shook her head, a few grey hairs slipping from the elastic of her hair tie. “Nothing that would have caused me alarm. She got into a fight with her ex a few days ago, but that’s not unusual so it didn’t raise any red flags.”

“Was anything out of place when you entered the apartment?” You asked, switching your gaze between the woman and the child, the latter of whom was still staring distantly at the wall.

“Nothing that I noticed, but honestly I didn’t look the way I should have. I was too consumed with sheltering Cora and trying to make sure my daughter was OK.”

“Thank you so much for your cooperation.” You breathed, “I will do everything I can to help your family.”

“Thank you, detective.”

You returned to the living room; shoulders heavy in thought. There wasn’t a lot that seemed to be out of place, an overturned coffee table with what appeared to be coffee stained into the carpet from a dropped ceramic mug. There was some blood, but thankfully not a lot and you grimaced.

Yoongi was across the room talking with one of the other officers from your precinct and you scanned the room for anything that could have been missed in the initial search of the room. The apartment was a little older and run down, much like the complex, but it was clear that it was loved and well lived in. Toys were scattered in a corner of the room, a Roomba lodged by the small entertainment center.

The main living space was small, with mismatched drapery and furniture that looked like it had been loved by more than a few owners, but it had its charms and you smiled despite yourself. You really hoped the doctors were good so they could get this young mom back home soon. You’d work yourself to the bone if need be, as long as the person responsible was behind bars, that’s all that was driving you right now.

When evening came, you made your way drowsily to your car, heading out onto the road and into the evening traffic. You’d worked a 16-hour work day today and would likely have another tomorrow, you needed to eat and take a long bubble bath before making your way into bed for an early night.

Typically, you were more interested in showers. A bath took too long and the thought of sitting in your own dirty water was unappealing to you, but seeing as you didn’t have a masseuse at your disposal, this was as good as it would get. You’d just rinse off the dirt and grime of the day before actually running the bath water.

Once you’d returned home, locking your door behind you, you deposited your keys and bag by the door, twisting your neck in circles and making your way to your bedroom, removing your gun from its holster and setting it on your bedside table.

You decided on a bath first. The idea of ordering takeout and watching one episode of something mind numbing before bed was sublimely appealing so you stripped down, dropping everything into your hamper and made your way to turn on the shower.

After rinsing off, you grabbed a bath bomb from the bowl sitting on the back of your toilet and stopped the tub tight, allowing the hot water to fill a little before dropping the ball into the water and sliding your aching limbs in, watching what was essentially strawberry shortcake scented baking soda fizz into the water.

You’d worked as a police detective for 4 years now and you’d often heard that eventually you’d master the ability to switch off your mind at the end of a shift, but the skill still proved elusive as you soaked your aching bones, thinking about that sweet little girl who’s mommy wouldn’t be returning home to her tonight.

Honestly, the cases involving children were the worst part of your job. Your line of work was filled with misery and crappy outcomes more often than not, and in a high paced, high stress profession where a split second of indecision could cost a life, sometimes you wondered if it would only do harm to allow yourself to get so invested. Feelings were a tricky thing and you often allowed yours to run you; like a fool. Your mother often told you, you were too soft. Greek women were meant to be strong and passionate, and while you were definitely passionate, your mother had a hard time seeing that softness and strength could be one in the same.

You sighed, sticking a toe out of the water and playing with the handle above the spout. Tomorrow night you were expected over at your parent’s house for family dinner and you already felt exhausted from it. Your family meant well, but they always asked you when you’d be bringing a man home and honestly, aside from Yoongi, you really didn’t have time to meet a man.

A 16-hour work day was not out of the ordinary in your profession and in fact, more often than not, that was the norm. You’d gone on an odd blind date or two, mostly set up by your mother, a couple of weak introductions to a friend of a friend, but nothing had ever really amounted to anything.

Either you were too busy, they were, or there was just no spark. Granted, sometimes a spark built up over time, but unfortunately you had neither the time nor the inclination to pursue that sort of thing. Not right now, at least. You were still young. Besides, any free time you did have was spent in the isles of the grocery store. Life was so exciting.

After drying off and pulling on a pair of fuzzy pajamas, you walked back into the living room, sitting down in the plush seating of your far too expensive (but well worth it) couch and pulling up some takeout on your phone, flipping through your options before ordering something you knew would get to you quickly and taste decent.

Dropping your phone beside you, you flipped on the TV, pulling up some Hulu and scanning the different shows you could watch. You were feeling a bit depressed after today so you wanted to find something lighthearted.

A knock on your door startled you and you frowned. There was no way the food was here that quickly. They’d promised fast delivery, but 5 minutes was virtually impossible. Standing sluggishly, you made your way towards the door, peaking through the peep hole and chuckling.

You unlocked the door and pulled it open with a quick tug. “What are you doing here?”

Yoongi looked about as tired as you felt, suitcase beside him, hand resting on the handle bar as he surveyed you. “I was just in the area…” he remarked sarcastically and you chuckled. “The sprinklers in the hotel went off so they refunded me but now I need a place to stay. Your offer still standing?”

“Of course.” You nodded, standing back as he trudged passed you, shoes squelching with water. “Did you manage to save any of your belongings from the sprinklers?”

You led him to the door across from yours, pushing it open and flicking on the light. You watched as he sighed, walking over to the bed and kicking off his shoes. He sat down on the edge of the bed, lifting one foot to peel an unfortunately soggy sock from where it clung. 

“I managed to save most of it, thankfully. My stuff was packed in my suitcase,” he rapped his knuckles along the hard shell of his case to showcase, “it was just me that got soaked.”

“Did you need to take a shower to warm up?” You asked, watching as he stood up and pulled the mildly damp sweater over his head

“That would be great,” he nodded, glancing over at you.

“OK, well, you know where all the stuff is. I just ordered take out and you’re lucky I ordered with my eyes and not my brain; there will be plenty to share.” You grinned and he chuckled under his breath. 

“Cool, I’ll meet you in the living room in 20, then.”

**

By the time the food had arrived, Yoongi was freshly showered and dressed in his pajamas, all dark to match the scowl on his face. “I smell like a gardening center.” He gripped, coming to sit beside you and taking the box of Chinese takeout you handed him. 

“I like floral scents, Yoongi. Sue me.”

“Thanks again for letting me stay. I can pay you, if you need.” He said around a mouthful of orange chicken. 

You scoffed, pushing a piece a broccoli around with your chopsticks, “You already know what I’m going to say. I told you, you could stay as long as you need, free of charge. It’s really not a big deal, Min. We work at the same place anyway so less greenhouse emissions or whatever.”

“You’re wanting to carpool?” He asked, glancing at you and you shrugged. “It makes sense, don’t you think? Partners at work, staying in the same place. We can save on gas money.”

Yoongi took a sip of his drink, staring off at the TV in thought. “I take the subway to work, actually. I’ll pay for gas, though. That can be my way of paying you.”

You chuckled, taking a bite of a dumpling. “I won’t argue with you on that one.” 

You grabbed the remote, stirring the TV back to life. “I was gonna watch an episode and then hit the sack. You’re welcome to stay up after and watch whatever you want, just keep the volume low.”

Yoongi nodded, shoveling fried rice into his mouth and you started the TV show, kicking your feet up on the coffee table and snuggling deeper into your couch, blanket spread across your legs to keep you cozy. 

You were actually kind of glad the sprinklers had rained Yoongi out of his hotel room. Not that you would wish material damage on the business or soggy clothes on your partner, but it was nice to have the company of your friend in a place that was normally quiet and a little lonely. 

After you’d finished your food, you cleaned up the leftovers, sticking them in the fridge and throwing away the trash. Yoongi was still lounging in front of the television, eyes zoned out on bright colors and munching on a dumpling.

“I’m gonna get ready for bed.” You called and he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye.

“Thanks again, Y/N. I’m gonna watch a little bit more but I’ll make sure the volume is low.”

You nodded, heading for your bedroom before turning at the door. “By the way, I generally leave the house around 7:30 to try and avoid some traffic. If you want a ride, you’ll need to be ready to go by then.”

“Cool.” He said, digging around in a box of vegetables with his chop sticks. “See you in the morning.”

After brushing your teeth and climbing into bed, you switched off your bedside lamp, pulling the blankets up to your nose. Knowing Yoongi was just beyond the door left you with a fluttering in your stomach and you sighed. 

You’d known Yoongi for years now. A rookie in the police academy the same time as you. You hadn’t known him well at the time, but you’d spoken to him enough to have a school girl crush on him that still had yet to fully fade. When you’d graduated from the academy and gone to work as a police officer, the two of you had worked in different parts of the city and you hadn’t seen him for years until you’d been promoted to detective and moved to a new precinct where you and Yoongi were assigned as partners. 

In a large agency with over 100 detectives, the chances of being partnered with your academy crush were slim. At first, you’d been terrified and thought about talking to the chief about being assigned a new partner; you weren’t sure you could stay on task if his face was always around distracting you. You knew the likelihood of being switched was almost zero, though. Besides, at first, he was an absolute asshole so that crush mostly faded over time until you finally got to know him better.

He’d become a little hardened by the nature of your work, been working as a beat cop longer than he cared to admit until finally working his way up the food chain to where he was now. The problem with Yoongi was that he cared too much, wanted to help so badly that when he couldn’t, when night after night he’d come across the bodies of the victim’s he couldn’t help, talked to the women he couldn’t protect, well…it took its toll. 

It’s not like he’d ever been a sunny optimist, his disposition in general was a little quiet and reserved, but he’d certainly been more willing to hope for positive outcomes back then. You knew he still loved his work, still believed people were worth fighting for, but the world was ugly and he’d seen too much of it to remain innocent. It had taken a while to scratch past that surface of cynicism to find the gentle hearted man you remembered from the academy. 

Once you’d found him, he’d melted like butter in your hands, opening up and not only reigniting that young woman’s crush, but becoming one of your dearest friends. You couldn’t imagine being with anyone else in this line of work; you needed his attention to detail and his ability to push through hard things. He’d become worn with the grief, but it had only pushed him to work harder, do better, even if it had taken some of his idealism away.

****

The buzzer to the coffee pot was loud, hissing with life and you ran from your room, fastening one earring to your ear as you ripped the pot out and glanced towards the room where Yoongi was sleeping. You assumed he was up by now, though you couldn’t be sure. You hadn’t heard the shower turn on after you, but you had been listening to music so perhaps you’d missed it. 

Grabbing a mug from a shelf above the sink, you placed it on the counter and began to pour yourself a cup. Today was going to be a long day, calling people in to get some interviews and maybe compile more evidence. The mother of your beating victim had indicated that it may have been the boyfriend and the recordings you’d taken from the victims answering machine seemed like a good confirmation that was true, but you were a big believer in innocent until proven guilty and you needed more evidence than hearsay. 

“How many spoons of sugar have you put in there?” Yoongi gagged from behind you and you jumped, turning to look at him over your shoulder. 

“What?”

He pointed to your mug, your hand gripping a spoonful of sugar over the top and you blinked. “Oh…um, I don’t know, actually. I wasn’t paying attention.” You lifted your cup to your mouth to sip, lips puckering briefly. “Oh, apparently a lot. Oh well. Did you want cream?” 

You stepped in front of the fridge, pulling out a small carton of creamer and walking back to your own cup, pouring liberally before holding it out to him.

He shook his head, grabbing another mug and pouring until the coffee had nearly met the rim. “You know I like my coffee black.”

“Yeah, but what I don’t know is why.”

He shrugged, taking a large gulp of his drink and sighing happily. “Because it’s delicious.”

“Agree to disagree.” You nodded, walking towards the toaster and grabbing some bread. “Did you want something to eat? I normally grab something more substantial on the way in, but I’m hungry right now and need something to tide me over.”

“Sure, I’ll take a piece of toast.” You grabbed two slices, dropping them into the toaster and pushing the lever down. 

“Butter? Jam?”

“Just butter.” He hummed over the top of his cup, taking a seat at the table and you nodded, bringing the crock over to the kitchen table for him. “Thanks again for letting me stay. I really feel guilty about not paying you, though. What if-”

“Yoongi, if you even try to slip me a few coins I’ll chop your hands off. Seriously, no payment necessary. I’m happy to help. Besides, we already agreed on gas.”

“I could have you arrested for threatening an officer.” He smirked, leaning back in his chair and you grinned over your shoulder. 

“Oo, handcuffs, don’t threaten me with pleasure.” You wiggled your eyebrows and he huffed with laughter.

“Raunchy. Never knew you were into that sort of thing.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” You agreed, slipping the newly toasted bread onto a plate and sliding it to the center of the table next to the butter. “Bon appetite.” You grinned, slathering your own toast with butter and taking a bite, Yoongi’s widened eyes making you grin.

***

The office was slow when you got there, Yoongi trailing behind you still munching on the breakfast burrito you’d stopped for on the way. He hummed happily; steak burrito shoved hallway into his mouth. “Dith you know dees hal fren friz in dem?” He mumbled around his mouthful, sitting down at this desk and you grimaced over at him. 

“Finish your mouthful first, you animal. I didn’t understand a thing you said to me.”

He chewed quickly, swallowing and turning his burrito to face you. “Did you know these have French fries in them?” 

“Yeah,” you nodded, “it’s their signature thing.” You took another bite of your own burrito, more civilized than Yoongi, and leaned over to turn on your computer. 

“We need to get some people in here today.” You said, setting your food down on your desk. “I was thinking we should get in family members, friends, that neighbor who claimed they saw the ex-boyfriend outside her house and then him too, if we can.”

Yoongi nodded, clicking against his keyboard animatedly, “the report says the victim has two brothers, let’s start with them.” 

“You wanna call them and I’ll try getting ahold of some of her friends?” “Sure.” 

You pulled your notes from yesterday, scanning through the phone numbers you’d been given and holding the pad up for Yoongi to type in the one of the brother’s numbers before you looked back over it and punched in the number of one of the friends. 

The morning was spent calling around and setting up interviews. So far, the only one with something relatively interesting to say was the neighbor. The family members and friends’ statements were aided by conjecture but they hadn’t been there so they didn’t have much of substance to give. 

You didn’t blame them, but it was frustrating. So much hearsay and not enough evidence. Your heart told you it was the ex-boyfriend, but without reasonable evidence, gut instinct was worthless. You could only hope that his interview would be more interesting than all the others. 

At 11am he walked through the doors, gazing around the room and you motioned to Yoongi before standing and moving towards him. “Mr. Grant, I’m assuming?”

He nodded and you motioned for him to follow you. Yoongi brought up the rear, closing the door to the interrogation room. Mr. Grant was tall, intimidatingly so, with his hair shaved close and tattoos peaking from every gap of clothing. He looked like he’d never taken a day off from the gym and you grimaced at the thought of what a fist like that could do to your victim’s face. 

“Did you want anything to drink? Coffee? Water?” Yoongi asked, hand still holding the door handle. 

“I’m good.” Mr. Grant replied, adjusting his jeans before taking a seat. 

“Thank you for coming in to talk today,” You began, flipping open the file with your victim’s paperwork. You pulled a picture from the file, sliding it across the table. “Can you tell me how you know this woman?”

Mr. Grant looked down at the picture, pulling a face you couldn’t quite decipher but keeping his hands tucked in the pockets of his jeans. “Ex-girlfriend.” He said with a shrug, “we’ve got a kid together.”

“Cora?” You questioned and he nodded. He didn’t seem surprised by the picture; cold and callous in his appraisal of her beaten face in vivid color. “When is the last time you saw Cora?”

He sighed, running a hand over the top of his head, fingers fidgeting, before sliding back in his pocket. “Few days ago. I’ve been busy but I usually have her on the weekends.” 

“You’re not concerned at all that the mother of your child looks like that?” Yoongi questioned, pointing down at the picture in front of him. Mr. Grant glanced down at it again, shrugging. 

“We’re not close.” He remarked and you frowned. 

“Don’t you wanna know if she’s dead or alive?” You asked and he sighed again, like this was all a giant waste of his time. 

“I figure she’s dead, since I’m in here.” He replied, leaning back in his chair. 

“She’s not.” You replied and watched as his eyebrow quirked. “She’s in a medically induced coma. Massive bleeding to the brain, a broken pelvis and femur, and a perforated lung. Do you know how someone would get like that?”

“I assume you’re going to tell me.” He drawled, rolling his head to the side.  

“A fist, presumably.” Yoongi replied. “Do you know anyone who would want to hurt her?”

“I don’t know her life, man.” Mr. Grant rolled his eyes, “she comes from a white bread, blue collar family. Your guess is as good as mine.” 

Yoongi sighed, grabbing the chair from beside you and twisting it to sit, chest against the back as he surveyed Mr. Grant from across the top. “We found some threatening voicemail’s left on her phone, all from you. You must understand why we’re a little suspicious.”

“Yeah, well, that’s what happens when your ex girl tries to take your kid away from you. I haven’t done anything that would warrant her getting full custody.”

“Aside from putting a fist through her face, of course.” Yoongi remarked and Mr. Grant smirked.

“Where’s your proof, man?” He crooned. 

“We’ve got the tapes and now your admission of a child custody battle, which is already not great for you. Now all we need is that smoking gun.”

“Yeah, well good luck. I was at a movie with a chick and then she was at my house until an hour ago getting her back blown out. Ticket stub to prove it.” He pulled his wallet from his pocket, removing a receipt and throwing it on the table.

“You don’t even know when all of this happened.” You said, pulling on a glove to pick up the stub and sticking it inside a bag for evidence. 

“I’m guessing in the last twelve hours,” He remarked, finger pointing down at the picture of your victim, “Since she looks like this and I appear to be your prime suspect. I doubt you’d wait too long to call me in.” 

“We’re gonna need the name of the woman you were with.” Yoongi hummed, twisting his thumbs around one another. 

“Don’t know her name.” He shrugged, “Sara something.”

You frowned, closing the manila envelope with a flick of your wrist. “We’ll be in contact, Mr. Grant. Don’t go too far. Have a nice day.”

He smirked, standing and waiting at the door for Yoongi to open it for him. He then waltzed from the room and out of the precinct with the confidence of a man who’d just gotten away with murder. You hoped that wasn’t the case.

You stood by the door of the interrogation room, watching as he disappeared before groaning and walking back to your desk, flopping in your seat.

“Talk to me.” Yoongi said, following your lead.

“Honestly, I’m just really frustrated.”

“Lay it on me.” Yoongi said, leaning back in his chair, legs propped open wide and you were distracted for a moment. 

“I-I just-” You tore your gaze away from him, squeezing your eyes shut and pushing your fingers into your temple. “I’m frustrated that so far, we’re no closer to catching our bad guy. I don’t know, my gut just says it’s the ex, but no one can prosecute on a gut feeling. I can’t believe he has an alibi.”

Yoongi nodded before leaning forward and smacking your knee to get your attention. “Y/N, this is day 2. Don’t get so discouraged. We’ll go around the neighborhood, see if we can get access to camera footage in the area and just look for anything interesting.”

“But what if we don’t find anything? What if this guy gets off, Yoongi?”

Yoongi frowned, leaning back in his chair once more, one pant leg hiked up enough to reveal the navy blue of his sock and his fingers twitching against his kneecap. “We’ll get him, Y/N. Whoever the guy is, we’ll get him.”

“I want that little girl to have her mom back.” You sighed, dragging your chair back to your desk by the heels of your shoes.  

“She will.” Yoongi said, dragging his chair right next to yours and you turned to look at him, his face far closer than you were used to. “If you stress over this, you’re gonna make a mistake. Take a break, Y/N, go get a coffee or something.”

You nodded, mute, before standing up and making your way to the break room, fingers twitching nervously in the pockets of your slacks. Yoongi had never been an overly affectionate partner. He showed he cared in different ways, but if he were a love language, it was definitely not physical touch. 

The coffee was already brewed as you made your way into the grey and aging break room. The seafoam green florescent box light above flickering on one side and you grabbed a mug from the cupboard, pouring yourself a cup and searching the fridge for an unexpired creamer. 

After you’d found one that seemed the least questionable, you sat down at the table, coffee steaming from the mug and up into your face as you bent over it, fingers scratching into your scalp. You weren’t good with setbacks; they stressed you out. It was probably very strange from the outside that you’d chosen a field that was filled to the brim with disappointments, but ever since you were a little girl, getting the bad guy was always your thing. 

It started small with Johnny Walcot on your street. He’d taken your little cousin’s chalk and tried to run away with it. You’d chased him half a block before you’d tackled him to the ground and given him a nice shiner to remember you by. Your methods had changed since then.

In high school you’d joined clubs, volunteered to be hall monitor, and even ran for student body president. You were a bit of a goodie toe shoes, but whatever, it made for a really good job application when you’d applied to the academy when you were 21. 

You sighed, dropping your hands onto the table and allowing the smoky aroma of roasted coffee beans to ease your shoulders into a slump. Yoongi was right, you just needed to pound pavement and see what you could dig up. You were no quitter and you’d go down fighting if necessary. 

Taking a long sip of your drink, you leaned back in your chair, face tilting up to the ceiling and you closed your eyes. Maybe you needed to start practicing yoga, your cousin was always going on and on about how relaxed it made her feel. You could really do with some relaxation right about now. 

The door to the break room opened with a squeak and Yoongi waltzed in, eyeing the pot of coffee on the counter. “Did you make a new batch?”

“No,” you shook your head, “but it’s still fresh.”

He nodded, making his way over with his own personal coffee cup and emptying the pot into his mug before joining you at the table. “I was thinking,” he paused to sip at his drink, humming softly, “there’s that credit union on the corner right by our vic’s apartment, we should go see if they caught anything on their security camera. There’s a few other places nearby as well that we could check in on; one of them is bound to have cameras.”

“Don’t even know what I’m looking for now that the ex has an alibi.” You muttered, rubbing your thumb down the handle of your mug.

“Clues.” Yoongi teased and you smiled up at him, “Come on, we’ve got this, it’s only day two. We’ll head out after this and see what we can find.”

**

Early spring in the city meant allergies. For Yoongi, that is. He sneezed before whining childishly, pulling a tissue from his pocket and blowing his nose. “Hay fever is the worst.” He griped, throwing the tissue in the nearest garbage can and stuffing his hands in his pockets as he followed you along the sidewalk. 

“Tell me how you really feel.” You hummed and he glowered.

“I don’t remember asking for your sass.” He said and you smiled, shrugging.

“You didn’t not ask for it either.” You pushed open the door to the credit union, holding it open for Yoongi to follow you through. You were being greeted before Yoongi could retort and a lady in a cream tweed suit and clipboard in hand came to stand in front of you. 

“How can I help you today?” She smiled, lips painted an alarming shade of red. Yoongi held up his badge quickly before clipping it back to his belt. “We’re doing some investigating on a case in this area and we’re wondering if the security camera’s outside work or if they’re more for scare tactics.”

“They do work.” The women confirmed, dark eyebrows folding in the center. “I’m afraid I don’t know much about it, though. You’d need to speak to our branch president for more information.”

“Is the branch president here today?” You asked and the woman turned to you, lips pursed and head nodding.

“He is. If you’ll just wait here a moment, I’ll go grab him.” She turned on her heel, clicking along the marble floor and into the adjacent hallway before disappearing around a corner. 

“This place is fancy.” You remarked, gaze shifting around the room. Floor to ceiling windows against the front of the building, white marble flooring, and Mozart wafting softly from somewhere unseen. It likely made for a very pleasant banking experience. 

“I’ve been thinking about getting a new bank recently; hate all my banks fees. They are blood suckers with their overdraft fees.” Yoongi remarked, his gaze steady on the hallway where the woman had disappeared.

“This is too rich for your blood.” You sighed and Yoongi turned to glare at you.  

“What are you insinuating?” 

“Take a wild guess.” You teased. Just then, the clicking of heels returned and the two of you turned to find the woman at the opening to the hallway, waving you over. 

“If you’ll just follow me.”

Heavy oak doors lined the walls leading to what you could only assume were offices. You followed around the corner before she stood before one door, pausing to knock. 

“Sir.” She greeted, ushering the two of you towards her bosses’ desk before leaving back to the lobby. A cherry wood desk greeted you, home to a middle aged, mildly rotund man. His hair was mousy brown, pushed out of his face and his nose held up the wire framed glasses he was sporting. 

“Good afternoon.” He smiled, standing and coming to shake your hands, “I’m Dean Clark. Nancy tells me you’re inquiring after security footage?”

“Yes, actually, we’re covering a case in the area and we’re hoping to find some more information through security footage.” Yoongi said, taking the seat the branch president had gestured to.

Mr. Clark sat behind his desk, clicking the mouse of his computer and nodding his head as he searched through files. “What time frame are you wanting to search through?”

“Yesterday morning seems to be around when things started, but if we could see the footage all the way through Friday morning, that would be helpful.” 

Mr. Clark nodded, busying himself in his search and you took a moment to look around the room. It was as classy as the lobby, though darker in color. Exactly what you would imagine for a CEO or president of a company.  A ticking clock on the wall distracted you for a moment and you watched the minute hand tick down. 

“Ah, here we go. OK, I’m just going to save it really quick. Is there anything else I can do for you officers while you’re here?”

“That’s all we need for now,” Yoongi confirmed, “but we’ll be in contact if there’s anything else at a later date.”

Mr. Clark handed over the CD he’d saved the file on and you slipped it into your bag, thanking him before the three of you stood and he directed you back down the correct side of the hallway. 

You spent the next two hours visiting nearby establishments, getting any security footage you could before making your way back to the office to review the files. You were a little damp from walking around in the sun for so long. With dreams of the personal fan you had sitting on your desk, you made your way inside, Yoongi following behind. 

“Officer Y/N.”

You turned to the voice calling you, Officer Gordon nodding over at the waiting room. “There’s a neighbor of your victim here; a Ms. Jiang. Says she’s got some information for you.”

“Thank you, Jacob.” You said, patting his arm before grabbing the files from your desk and making your way towards the waiting room. 

“I’ll be in room 3.” Yoongi called over to you and you nodded.

“Ms. Jiang?” You asked and a small woman, looking around late 60’s and a head full of straight white hair, stood slowly with a wave. “Thank you so much for coming in. I hope you weren’t waiting terribly long, we weren’t aware you were coming today.”

“Oh no,” she waved you away, following slowly along with you as she gripped at her cane, “I’ve only been here about 5 minutes and the other officers were so nice. Got me a nice cup of tea while I waited.”

“I’m so glad they took care of you.” You smiled, “we’re just over here in this room.” 

Ms. Jiang made her way into the room, acknowledging Yoongi with a quick nod before taking the proffered seat. 

“Would you like anything to drink?” Yoongi asked and her eyes crinkled with her smile. 

“No thank you, dear. I had a tea while I was waiting.”

After closing the door, you sat quickly in your seat, placing your file on the table in front of you and leaning forward. “Ms. Jiang, we were told that you came with some information for us?”

“Well yes. I know that poor girl next door got beaten, she’s in the hospital I heard. I feel so sorry for her. She’s a very good girl, works really hard to take care of her daughter. It’s not an easy job being a single mom. I was a single mom to two when my husband died; it’s a real challenge.”

“Did you see something on that day?” Yoongi asked gently and she nodded, lips rubbing together. 

“Yes, I believe I did. That morning I had to go put my trash outside by the dumpster. My kids don’t live very close anymore, you see, and ever since my husband died I’ve had to do it all by myself. While I was out with the garbage I saw that dreadful man again.”

“Which man?” You asked and she frowned. 

“That man that she used to date. I don’t know his name, never cared to hear it, but he comes by sometimes to pick up that little girl for a few days. It was very early in the morning, the sun hadn’t even come up yet. I’m an early riser, see, so I was out getting a start on my daily chores. I’d know him anywhere, though. His tattoos are hard to miss since he’s got so many of them. 

“Well, at first I didn’t think much of it because, as I said, he comes by sometimes to see that little girl. I thought it was a little odd that he was there so early in the morning, but it wasn’t my business to interfere unless something was wrong. Well, I went back to my apartment for a little while before I realized I’d forgotten to take the recycling out. 

“So, I was taking my recycling out when I heard a door open and close and I looked and saw him again. He was shoving something in the pocket of his jeans, like a tiny little bat, and then walking quickly down the stairs. I thought that was really strange; why would he come so early in the morning to pick up a tiny little thing like that? He didn’t even have the little girl with him.”

“Did you see anything else?” You asked, heart racing in your chest. You knew it; you just knew it. Somehow, he was lying and you were going to prove it. 

“Unfortunately not. I wanted to knock on the door to see if that young woman was OK, but I didn’t want to seem like a busy body spying on other people’s lives. I know she works strange hours to make ends meet, so I just thought she must have been awake for work or something. Now I feel real sorry for not checking.”

“It’s not your fault.” Yoongi insisted, “no one could have known what happened.”

“Ma’am, would you be willing to write and sign a statement about what you witnessed?” You questioned.

Ms. Jiang nodded, wringing her hands together. “Yes, of course. Anything I can do to help that poor girl.”

After Ms. Jiang had left, both you and Yoongi made your way back to your desks. You still had multiple days’ worth of security footage to go through from multiple businesses and a ticking clock. 

“That was unexpected.” Yoongi commented as he took a seat at his desk. 

“It was.” You agreed, nodding. “It’s strange that she saw him when he supposedly has an alibi.” Your fingers twitched against the keys of your keyboard in thought. “We need to find that woman Sara, if she even exists.”

“Let’s get started on the security footage first. Later today, we should also go by the theater he mentioned and see if we can get their security feed; get a good look at the woman he was with.”

“I’m hungry, too, so maybe we could get something to eat on the way.”

After lunch and a mind numbing few hours of watching security footage which, so far, had not divulged anything interesting, you were feeling burnt out and frustrated. Again. Yoongi’s phone rang at his desk and you yawned, scrolling through to the next time stamp. 

“Hey,” Yoongi called, leaning across the arm of his chair excitedly and you swiveled your head to the side to look at him. “The lab just called and said they’ve got something new on our cold case.”

“Good. I need a break from this for a minute anyway.”

**

Later, after returning home for the evening and Yoongi promptly changing into sweats and a t-shirt, you went to your room to change and get ready for dinner at your parents. You were hungry and apprehensive. It wasn’t a stretch to wonder if your mother and aunts would ask more questions about your love life and you were already dreading the conversation. 

“Going out?” Yoongi asked from his burrito blanket on the couch. 

“Yeah,” You hummed, searching your purse for your keys, “family dinner tonight. You ok with fending for yourself?”

Yoongi scoffed, flipping channels on the TV. “I think I can handle it.”

“Well, I’ve got some takeout menus stashed in the drawer by my fridge, if you wanted to order something. I’ll be back in a few hours.”

The drive was quiet as you made your way towards the outskirts of the city. After you’d left home, you’d left an empty nest for your parents. With you and your siblings out of the house, they’d decided to move out of the city and downsize. 

You didn’t blame them. They were getting older and climbing all those stairs in their old brownstone was taking its toll on their knees. They needed something on one level that wouldn’t break the bank. After finding a spot on the street, you locked the doors, making your way towards their house. It was still an apartment but with one level and street access. The smaller space made for very interesting family dinners. 

The evening was peaceful, still light enough outside to make for a nice stroll and you listened as the crickets chirped excitedly. The days were starting to really warm up, but the evenings were still cool and required a light jacket. Families sat in their homes at their tables or around the TV eating and watching movies and for a moment you let yourself envy them. 

Your family often asked you when you were getting married and though you brushed them off with a roll of your eyes, you too wanted to find the family they so badly wanted for you. There had to be two willing participants to play and so far, there was just one. 

“Y/N!” Your mother called happily as she opened the door just as you’d raised your hand to knock. “I saw you from the window. Come in, come in!”

The apartment was alive with noise, nieces and nephews running and playing, your uncle and your dad arguing about how to properly season a steak, and your aunt fussing over the pregnant belly of your older sister.

“Ah, the baby has arrived!” Your father called, turning from your uncle who looked like he was two seconds away from blowing a fuse. “Let’s eat!”

“You kept us waiting!” Your sister fussed, linking her arm through yours and you smiled. 

“I’m sorry Palma, I know this one was probably making your life difficult, huh?” You said, rubbing your hand across her belly and she sighed.

“You know, after four kids, you’d think I’d be used to it by now, but I’m practically foaming at the mouth by the time dinner is ready.”

The dining table had, had the extension put in and still, another long table was needed in the living room. No table was ever big enough for your family to sit at comfortably. With two sets of aunts and uncles, a few cousins, your three siblings and their families along with your parents and yourself, it always made for a very tight squeeze. You couldn’t even imagine trying to fit all the extended family still living far away. It wouldn’t be possible. 

Your mom always insisted on having everyone over, though. She said that after having four kids she’d forgotten how to make smaller meals so it was necessary to come and help her eat it all. You certainly weren’t complaining about your mother’s home cooked meals. They were what kept you going through hard weeks when cases weren’t panning out. 

You watched as Palma and her husband wrangled their children into their seats before coming to join you back at the table. Your brothers sat further down the table with their wives and if they hadn’t nodded at you as you’d come in, you wouldn’t have even been sure they’d seen you. 

“You found a man yet, anipsiá?” Your aunt asked, filling her plate with moussaka and choriatiki. She popped a kalamata olive in her mouth, humming as she chewed. 

“Not since two days ago, theía.” You smiled. She chuckled, swatting at you from across the table. 

“I worry about you, Y/N.” She sighed, “I don’t want you to be like me, no marriage until 35 and only one baby. Oh, it was such a hard time for me to let down my family like that. The oldest daughter with no family.” Her eyebrows creased in the center as she thought about it before shoving a bite of moussaka so large you thought she might choke. 

“Thirty-five isn’t old, though, theía. Besides, you still had Ambrose and he’s great!”

She nodded, solemn. “He is great, but you know I would have liked to give him some brothers and sisters. Thirty-five is advanced maternal age, anipsiá. Don’t put yourself in that situation.”

You sighed, cutting off the corner of your pastitsio and stabbing it moodily with your fork. “I have to find a man I like first, you know that.”

“What about that Yoongi boy?” She asked and you choked around your mouthful, Palma, slapping her hand against your back. 

“Yoongi?” you gasped after you’d swallowed your food. “My partner?”

“Sure!” She nodded, taking another large bite and chewing loudly, “He would give you very pretty babies. He’s already your friend, too. You’re halfway there!”

You huffed with laughter, shaking your head. “Have you been drinking too much Retsina? You’re talking crazy.”

“Well why not?” Palma asked, “you told me you had a crush on him in the academy, what’s different now?”

“We’re partners!” You insisted, “that would be weird and inappropriate in the workplace.”

Palma shrugged, “you’re both consenting adults, I don’t see what the issue is.”

“Ok, let’s say for arguments sake that we dated and then broke up. What then?” You dipped some pita bread in the tzatziki sauce before taking a bite and watching your sister with eyebrows raised. 

“So, what you’re telling me is you wouldn’t be mature enough to still work together after doing the diddly do?” She grinned and you whined, dipping your bread again. 

“Don’t call it that, you make it sound so gross.”

“I’m just saying,” she chuckled, feeding a bite of cheese to the two-year-old hanging from her arm, “It’s not a big deal if you don’t make it a big deal. Now, if you genuinely weren’t interested in him then that would be one thing, but so far I haven’t heard you denying your crush.”

“Yeah, well, that’s because there’s nothing to deny.” You huff, pushing some food across your plate with your fork. “But a relationship needs to be mutual and so far, it seems like he’s not really in the same mind set as me.”

“You never know until you try!” Your aunt insisted, waving her pita bread at you and you smiled, nodding. 

“You should bring Yoongi to dinner next time. Don’t give me that look, I don’t mean for that. I just think it would be fun. I’ve never actually met your partner.” Palma shooed her son away and he slumped back to the kids table, a clump of feta cheese squeezed in his fist.  

“I’ll ask him, I guess.” You shrugged.

***

By the time you’d made your way back into the apartment, it was late. You’d stayed and had a glass of wine and some dessert while playing games before bidding your farewells. The apartment was dark but you could see the light under Yoongi’s door, signaling his presence and you moved drowsily towards your own room, flicking on the lights and closing your door. 

After brushing your teeth and stripping down to your underwear, you crawled under your duvet, shivering at the airconditioned sheets before melting into your mattress. You were so tired, eyes heavy from lack of sleep. 

Your phone ringing from the pocket of your jeans startled you and you reached over the side of your bed, digging around in the pile of clothes you hadn’t bothered to put in the hamper. Pulling your phone to your ear you answered with a groggy hello. 

“Officer Y/N? It’s Laura from down at the precinct. I’m sorry to be calling so late.”

“No, it’s fine,” you murmured, leaning on one elbow, “what’s going on?”

“We’ve got the ex-boyfriend of your beating victim here. He was arrested at a bar, drunk and disorderly, mumbling about how “she had it coming.” We’re gonna keep him in a holding cell overnight and I thought you might want to know.”

“Yes, actually. Thank you so much! Yoongi and I will be there tomorrow morning to see what’s going on.”

After hanging up and dropping your phone on the other side of your bed you stared up at the ceiling, mind racing. She had it coming. It was chilling how callous some people could be. You weren’t sure if he meant your victim, but your gut said yes. Your gut wouldn’t cut it, though. You needed proof…and you were gonna find it. 

**

Yoongi was already awake when you entered the kitchen the next morning. Dressed in dark slacks and a white button up, he was looking more handsome than was reasonable and he looked over at you, nodding over the rim of his cup.  

“I made coffee.” He motioned to his side and you thanked him, pushing the hem of your shirt into your pants. “Did you get the phone call last night?”

“From Laura?” At his nod you hummed, “yeah, I did. We can stop over there first thing. I want to talk to him about what he meant by she had it coming.”

“I’ve got an inkling.” Yoongi mumbled into his mug and you sighed.

“Me too, but no one can prosecute on an inkling.”

Yoongi slumped around the kitchen, opening cupboards and peering at the contents inside. You weren’t sure what he was looking for, but you could understand the feeling of frustration in lack of answers.

 “How was your family?” He asked, muffled by the door to one of your cupboards. 

“They were good. Loud, as usual.” He turned to look at you, smiling and closing the cupboard. “Actually, they told me to invite you to dinner next weekend. Would you be up for it?”

“Free Greek food? I’m absolutely on board. I’m in need of a really good food coma these days.”

“Well you’ll definitely get your wish with my mom’s cooking.” You chuckled, filling your travel mug with coffee and fixing it to your preferences. “Let’s go. We can grab something to eat on the way there.”

**

Mr. Grant was awake in his holding cell when you arrived and you were escorted to one of the interrogation rooms while someone went to go grab him. Breakfast sat heavy in your stomach as you waited and Yoongi picked at his nails, lounging next to you. 

“Stop picking, your finger nails are already really short as it is.” You murmured, looking over at him and he looked up at you with a smirk. 

“I didn’t realize you made it a regular practice to stare at my fingers, Y/N.”

You scoffed, flipping open the file of your beating victim and turning to gaze down at the information collected so far. The door opening caught your attention and you watched as Mr. Grant was escorted to the seat opposite the two of you. 

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” He asked once the door had been closed behind the retreating officer. 

“Mr. Grant, do you remember anything from last night?” You asked, watching his eyebrow tick up. 

“Not a whole lot, to be honest. I was pretty drunk.” He grinned and you drummed your fingers against the desk in front of you. 

“So we’ve heard. So then you don’t remember saying, “She had it coming?”” Mr. Grants jaw clamped shut, mouth tightening into a thin line. “Care to enlighten us? Who’s she Mr. Grant?”

His gaze traveled to the wall behind you, eyes glazing over. “Clearly you didn’t mean to let that little tidbit slip,” Yoongi pressed, watching as Mr. Grant’s jaw tensed. “So what, you get in a fight? She’s threatening to take your kid away from you and you just snap, right? Figure she can’t take Cora away if she’s dead.”

He wouldn’t budge. “A neighbor saw you outside her apartment,” you coerced. “On the morning she was found beaten. Saw you there really early in the morning and with a tiny little bat. What were you doing there, Mr. Grant?”

“It’s not what you think!” He insisted suddenly and your eyebrows rose in interest. “I was just there to give her that bat for Cora because I’d gotten it engraved. I knew she was getting off work at that time so I wanted to drop it off before she went to sleep. We got in a fight, though, so I left and forgot to leave the bat there.”

“You got a tiny kids baseball bat engraved?” Yoongi asked, frowning. 

“Yeah, Cora and I like to play baseball, it’s our thing. I thought it might be a nice gift.” 

“You said you got in a fight with her.” You pressed and his gaze switched quickly to yours, “What about?”

You could see him shutting down before he’d even shook his head. “Nah, I’m not saying anything else without a lawyer present. I know how these things go.”

“Very well. An attorney will be appointed to you or you can choose your own representation. We’ll have one of the other officers come take care of that for you and we’ll be in contact.” 

You stood, Yoongi following behind you as you made your way out of the station and towards your car. He groaned, rubbing at his eyes as you started the engine and backed away from the curb. “Now what?” He mused, eyes staring empty at the roof of your car as you made your way back towards your office. 

“I don’t know.” You admit, thumbs rubbing circles into the steering wheel, “we just keep looking. We’ll watch the rest of the security footage and forensics took swabs of everything. We’ll find something.”

“What does any of that matter?” Yoongi scoffed, “he admitted he was there but without any actual proof that he hit her then we’ve got nothing. We’re gonna find traces of him in her apartment, he goes there to see his daughter. If we see him on the footage, big deal, he said he was there. You know? We need real, hard evidence that he beat her.”

“We’ll get it.” You insisted and Yoongi sighed, running his fingers along the door handle.

“How?”

“I don’t know,” you said, “but we will. We need to get a warrant to search his place; try and find that bat. We’ve got enough probable cause to go to a judge. I just don’t buy his story. He showed up at his ex-girlfriend’s house at 5 am to drop off a tiny bat he got engraved for his daughter? Bull. Why wouldn’t he drop it off when she was there? Wouldn’t he want to see her face when she gets it…if it’s really that important to them?”

“When we get back to the office we need to compile all the evidence we can find and call the judge. I wanna get this guy.” 

Thanks to Ms. Jiang’s information, pinpointing when Mr. Grant would have walked by certain stores was easier and both Yoongi and you were able to find him on multiple security cameras on the morning of your victims beating. With that, Ms. Jeong’s statements, and the other affidavits of the victim’s family members, and Mr. Grant’s own admission that he was in fact there that morning, you were able to secure a warrant for his apartment. 

Mr. Grant seemed surprised to see you when you arrived, a few officers flanked behind you. “I don’t remember inviting you to my house for dinner.” He replied sarcastically and you smiled, holding the warrant up. 

“We have a warrant. These officers would be happy to explain the details of it to you while you wait outside with them.”

“What are you even searching for?” He complained, stepping outside while both Yoongi and you walked into his apartment, “I told you I didn’t do anything.”

“Then you should have nothing to worry about.” You replied. 

Mr. Grant’s apartment was a little older, a little run down from neglect. The living room was standard fair; a small TV in the corner on top of a table that had seen better days and flanked on one side were curtains, yellowing with age. 

Both Yoongi and you split up, a couple other officers helping to fill in the gaps as you searched for anything you could find that would give you answers you needed; specifically the little bat Ms. Jiang had mentioned. 

Mr. Grant’s apartment was dirty and you wondered absentmindedly if any man would actually bring a date here to this mess or if this was a byproduct of two days. In moments like these, you were glad to be wearing gloves. Not one single ounce of you wanted to touch anything in this place with any less protection. 

You could hear Yoongi calling you from the bedroom so you made your way out of the bathroom and towards the back of the apartment where Yoongi stood, a tiny wooden bat hanging from his gloved fingers. 

“Think this is it?” He asked as you walked closer, looking it over.

“Probably. Bag it and we’ll see if it’s got anything to say.”

After searching through every nook and cranny of the apartment, you all returned to the office to have the bat analyzed by forensics. The victim was still in the hospital in a coma and this was more frustrating than anything else. A little girl was out there without her mom and you weren’t even sure if she’d ever get her back. 

It made you want to pull your hair out. 

Both Yoongi and you spent the next few days following up with leads on your cold case and coming up empty handed every time. It was frustrating to feel like you were doing everything you could to succeed and there was always a wall in the way. 

The case had gone cold years ago, almost 11 years now, and the family had been waiting with no answers. Leads had basically all dried up by the time the case made it onto your desks and you’d been backtracking in an effort to find anything the original officers had missed. 

Initially it had seemed like an open and shut case, kid was 18, a legal adult. She probably ran away. Her parents were uptight and had a lot of rules. The more the officers dug, though, the more grey the evidence became. Things left behind that didn’t make sense for her to leave, like her money, all her clothes, and her brand new puppy. 

Testimonials from friends and relatives about what a happy and secure young woman she was…it just didn’t add up. Why would someone like that run away? Typically, runaways were troubled and facing a lot of trauma. She just didn’t fit the box. 

She would be 29 now; if she was still alive. It seemed unlikely after all this time, but you wanted to at least give her family some closure. You couldn’t even imagine if your sister or either of your brothers had gone missing when you were growing up. Your family was a massive piece of you; you would be empty without them.

The weekend was time off for you and you spent most of Sunday lounging in bed. You could heard Yoongi puttering around in the kitchen or living room before he’d disappear back into his room to mess around on his laptop. 

It was comforting to have him around, even if you were both doing your own things. Having him with you just felt as if there was something you’d been missing all along and it had finally been identified and returned to its place. You liked to think you had control over your little school girl crush from back at the academy, but honestly it had built over the years and morphed into something much closer to a word you didn’t even want to think about yourself. It was too terrifying.

A knock at your door startled you from your thoughts and you called out for Yoongi to come in. He stepped through the door, still in a pair of blue flannel pajama bottoms and an old white t-shirt. Even now he looked handsome. The door stayed open beside him as he tucked his hands into the pockets against his thighs, surveying you as you lounged in bed looking over at him. 

“Nice double chin.” He smirked and you scoffed, chucking a decorative pillow at him.

“Did you come here for something important or just to annoy me?” You complained. 

He chuckled, leaning against the door jam and folding his arms across his chest. “Have you eaten anything today?”

“I haven’t left this bed once and it’s been a blissful 6 hours. There was one moment where there was almost a tragedy and I nearly wet my pants, but thankfully the feeling passed.”

Yoongi frowned, nose wrinkling in distaste. “Aren’t we going to your families place for dinner tonight?”

“What of it? I’ll be up with enough time to shower and look presentable, I promise. Besides, the less I eat now, the more I can eat there.”

“That’s fair,” he conceded, “but I’d rather you not pee your bed; I’d never be able to look at you the same.”

“How do you look at me now?” You teased, eyebrows wiggling and you made sure to accentuate the double chin that looking over at him created. 

“Not the way you think I do.” He frowned, upper lip turning up at you. You hated that your heart dropped at that, but you wouldn’t let him see; wouldn’t let him know. If he thought of you as just a friend and his partner, you were happy to fill that role. As long as you could be beside him in some way. 

“You don’t like my double chin?” You huffed childishly and he smiled, rolling his eyes at you. 

“Get up and shower, woman. Come watch a show with me.”

He left the door way, leaving the door wide open in what you deemed a power move and you groaned, loud enough for him to hear, before dragging yourself from your bed and to the bathroom. 

By the time you were both ready to go and making your way down to your car you were practically foaming at the mouth at the thought of food. You were so hungry you’d eat your own left foot if that’s what it took. Yoongi was silent most of the drive, and though this wasn’t exactly strange for him, it did make you wonder what was on his mind.

The crickets were already when you’d arrived and you closed the car door softly, clicking the lock into place.  You moved slowly to where Yoongi stood beside the car, staring up at the sky, dusk settling on the horizon. 

“What are you thinking about?” You asked softly. 

His gaze lowered to yours, smiling soft and shaking his head. “Nothing really.” His eyes focused in on the spring dress you’d chosen to wear; black and yellow with blooming sunflowers. “You look really pretty, by the way. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you in something like this before.”

He reached out to twist the fabric of your dress softly between his fingers and you heated at the praise; suddenly self-conscious. “Thank you, Yoongi. That’s very kind of you.”

He looked as awkward as you felt so you resumed your walk towards your parent’s home. It was quiet outside, but windows were open, the smell of a hundred dinners wafting out into the evening; a tantalizing temptation from every door. 

Yoongi waited with you as you stood outside your parent’s door. If he was nervous to be here, you couldn’t tell, but you were certainly nervous enough for the both of you. Growing up, you’d never brought a guy around, you couldn’t have even if you’d wanted to. 

You were the baby in your family with a gap of 6 years between you and your brother Andreas. A surprise, your parents liked to call you. Andreas and Gael in particular liked to baby you. When you were in high school they would stand outside your school waiting for you at the end of each day, flanking you on either side so that no boys would come near you. 

They were tall and buff and it was no shocker that no one wanted to be anywhere close enough to date you. It had made you cry tears of frustration on more occasion than one, but your brothers always said that they knew how guys minds worked and there was no way they were trusting them their baby sister. 

Now you were an adult and they were both married with children, they had better things to do than to stand outside your place of work and swat away all prospective suitors. In fact, these days your family seemed more concerned that you hadn’t found a man than the other way around.

The door flung open, your aunt beaming wide and throwing her arms around you with wild enthusiasm. “You must be Yoongi!” She smiled, pulling him into the hug and you could feel him go rigid against your back. This was certainly not what he was expecting. 

“Oh, we have been waiting so long for this day! Everyone, Y/N brought a man to dinner!” She called loudly into the house and your family cheered. 

You wanted to die. “Theía! I told you, Yoongi is my partner at work.”

“No reason he can’t be more.” She smiled, eyebrows wiggling suggestively as she closed the door behind the two of you and dragged you further into the house. “Has anyone ever told you that you would make incredibly beautiful babies, Yoongi?” She asked and you wanted to melt straight into the floor. 

Yoongi was clearly a masochist because he smirked at you before turning his gaze back to your aunt. “Actually, I haven’t heard that before, but I agree. I’ve got really great genes to pass on.”

“Stop feeding the troll, Yoongi.” You griped and your aunt swatted at you. 

“Don’t be rude, I’m only asking for you. I’m thinking about you, hmm?” She scolded and you sighed, running your hand across her shoulder to pull her into your side.

“Let me worry about it, OK?”

“I don’t know, Y/N,” Yoongi drawled and he had a looked that spelled trouble. You suddenly hated his guts. “I think your aunt is right, we’d make really beautiful babies together.”

“See!” Your aunt cried happily and you could see Palma smiling into her cup from behind her. Gael was giving you an obnoxiously enthusiastic thumbs up from over by the table and your mom looked like she actually thought she would be getting another grand baby soon.

“I’ll actually kill you, Yoongi.” You grit and he laughed, pinching at your cheek. 

“Yoongi, nice to see you again.” Your uncle greeted, coming to shake his hand. “Let’s sit and eat, we can continue this baby talk later. Y/N looks like she’ll die soon if we don’t.” 

“Thank you, theíos.” You squeezed his shoulder gently, making your way into the dining room and sitting down, Yoongi right beside you.

Palma was giving you a look that you could read all too well and you pointedly ignored her. She could bombard you later through text if she wanted to ask about your partner. You were already mortified enough as it was. 

“I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.” Yoongi mumbled, eyeing the spread of food and you couldn’t help but smile. 

“Wait until you try it. My mom and her sisters learned how to cook from their mom and she was amazing! I remember when she would come to see us, she’d make the most incredible food; real comfort food. Creamy and warm, I’m salivating just thinking about it.”

You watched Yoongi eagerly load up his plate, chatting amiably with your brother who sat across from him and you filled your own plate with all your favorites, practically inhaling everything as soon as if hit your plate. You hummed happily, dancing a little in your seat as you ate and Yoongi glanced at you with a smile.  

“Happy?”

“Oh yeah.” You nodded, stuffing feta and cucumber into your mouth and chewing happily. 

“So, Y/N,” your mom called from the end of the table and you nodded your attention. “Have you and Yoongi ever thought about dating?”

Globs of feta lodged in your lungs as you inhaled sharp and you spluttered into your napkin, coughing and wheezing as Yoongi patted your back, handing you a glass of water. “What?” you gasped, eyes watering as you looked at your mother. 

“The two of you? Have you ever thought about getting together?”

“Mom!” You complained loudly as the table chorused her opinion, “he’s my partner and my friend!”

“Fine line between friendship and love, Y/N.” Your father supplied, sending a kiss to your mother at the opposite side of the table from him. “You know your mother and I met in school as friends. What could be better than making a family with a friend?”

“Please can we stop talking about this?” You cried.

“They mean well,” your sister smiled and you looked at her, frowning.

“You’re not allowed to be on their side, Palma. You know how this feels. He’s sitting right here.” You grunted, pointing your thumb at Yoongi who was currently shoving a fist sized amount of food into his mouth. 

He looked over at you, eyebrows wiggling and you grimaced. “Chew your food, you animal.”

“Lovers quarrel!” Gail hooted and you were pretty sure you could see the light at this point because you were positive you were about to die. 

“You always complain you’re too busy, you never have time to meet anyone,” your mom whined, “but you’re with Yoongi all the time, there’s no better opportunity.”

“Relationships are not about convenience, mom.” You sighed.

“No, but they should be built on friendship and mutual respect and you’ve already got that.” Your father insisted. 

“We could be magical together.” Yoongi crooned and you rolled your eyes at him. 

“You’re giving them hope.”

“I’ve got nothing but hope.” He insisted with a grin.  

“What’s the harm in giving it a try?” Your mother asked, waving her arms enthusiastically. “Yoongi seems OK with it.”

“OK, let’s say we start dating and it doesn’t work out. We still have to work together every day in a lot of life or death cases and we don’t need that extra tension.”

“So you’re saying there’s already tension?” Gael grinned and you scowled. 

“Drop the subject everyone. Talk about something else, seriously. This is really weird and inappropriate. Talking to me about my love life is one thing, but not like this. This is not OK.” You scolded. 

“Fine, fine, fine.” Your mother accepted, sufficiently cowed for now and the topic moved on to something new. You could barely concentrate on conversation at this point. You were angry, embarrassed, and afraid to even look at your friend.

 He’d taken everything in his stride, but Yoongi was the type to use comedy when he was uncomfortable…you couldn’t even imagine what he was thinking. 

By the time dinner was over you were mentally exhausted from trying to avoid all embarrassing conversations. To Yoongi’s credit, he didn’t seem phased at all. You were grateful he was so levelheaded. 

“Want a glass of wine?” He asked as you made your way back into your apartment, dropping your purse by the door.

“Yes please.” You mumbled, following him to the kitchen. 

“I don’t actually know where you keep your wine glasses.” He said, pulling a bottle of red from on top of the fridge. 

You moved quickly to the other side of the kitchen, pulling some glasses down from the cabinet and he took them from you, moving towards the table to pour you both a glass. 

“Cheers.” He said, clinking his glass against yours before taking a sip. You were halfway through your glass before you had enough liquid courage to say anything to him. 

“I am so sorry about my family.” You mumbled, staring down into your glass. “They’re so embarrassing.”

Yoongi didn’t say anything for a moment and you wanted to shrink into yourself the longer he stayed silent. What must he think of you? They were practically auctioning you and your empty womb off to him; he must think you’re so desperate. Yoongi sighed and you looked up at him as he shrugged, “it’s not a big deal, Y/N.”

“It is!” You insisted, “it’s one thing for them to do this to me privately, I’ve dealt with it for years…but to drag you into it without really getting your say. It’s like a verbal hostage situation. You didn’t sign up for that. I’m sorry if you felt uncomfortable.”

“I did feel uncomfortable,” he admitted, swirling the last of his wine around his glass, “but not for the reasons you think.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, clutching your glass to your chest like a barrier.

“I just never realized the idea of being with me was so repulsive to you.” He sighed, “It’s not like I wouldn’t be interested, but what I want doesn’t really change things. You need two yeses or it’s always a no.”

You paused, face twisting in confusion. “Wait, what?”

“I’m just saying. Your dad is right, love and relationships should be built off of friendship and we’ve already got that part. I wouldn’t be opposed to trying and seeing where things go, but you’ve always made it fairly clear that you don’t think the same way. It’s not a big deal, life moves on.”

You laughed; breathless. “You think I’d turn you down?”

“Obviously.” He said, jaw ticking as it clenched. 

“That’s ridiculous.” You scoffed, “You couldn’t be more wrong.”

“Really?” He asked, eyebrow rising into the hair draped over his forehead, messy from the brush of his fingers. “So if I kissed you, you wouldn’t freak out?”

He was challenging you; you could see it in his eyes and that smirk quirking the corner of his lips. Like he didn’t believe you actually meant what you said. He linked his finger into the neck of your dress, pulling you dangerously close to him, nose bumping yours gently before stopping. 

The room was stuffy with energy, a little too warm for your liking but it was too early in the season to turn on the air conditioning. Yoongi’s dark eyes peered curiously into yours, a silent question as he tilted his head to the side.  

“This is an interesting game of chicken.” You breathed.

“It’s not a game to me.” He mumbled, eyes darting across your features, noses dangerously close to bumping again.

“I dare you.” You whispered. 

He smiled, nose scrunching before closing the distance and all you could taste was him. His mouth was warm against yours, soft in its perusal of the shape of your lips; careful in its inquiries. You thread trembling fingers through the tufts of raven hair at the back of his head, breathing him in. 

He tasted like cheap wine and he pulled you from your chair and into his lap, kisses deepening with his breath. This was better than you could have dreamed up; your fingertips alight with the rough of his sweater as you moved from his shoulders and down his arms. 

Your fingers dragged across his abdomen and up to his chest and he shivered. “Sensitive.” You mused against his pout and he sent you a glare before pulling you back into him by the back of your head. 

Your hand smoothed carefully down the center of his back as you clung to him and he whined, pulling you even closer and your eyebrow quirked in curiosity at what stirred between the two of you.

You pulled back slightly, sending a look down before glancing back at him and biting your lip. “Interesting.”

“It’s more than interesting and I can prove it…if you want.” He breathed, watching your reaction carefully. 

“I love an adventure.” You grinned and he stood with your legs wrapped around him, making his way towards your bedroom. 

“You mentioned handcuffs last week, right?” He asked, pausing in your doorway. Your eyebrow jumped and he smirked, nosing at the skin just below your ear. “I might need them.” He whispered, pushing through to your bedroom and kicking the door closed behind him.

**

The shrill screech of your alarm woke you suddenly and you flailed, arm reaching towards your bedside table to turn it off. 

“Why does your alarm sound like an axe murderer?” Yoongi groaned from beside you, rubbing a hand down his face and you jumped. He was bare chested and the blanket around his waist left little to the imagination. Not that you needed imagination anymore. 

Like a tidal wave, all memories from last night came rushing back in. You were mortified. Yoongi was now uncomfortably familiar with everything about you; every nook and cranny of your body, like it was his secret to keep. The sounds and faces you make now his intimate companions. You felt like you were being engulfed in flames of shame. 

“We’re gonna be late for work.” You murmured, pulling your sheet to shield your body and standing up, racing to the bathroom. 

Once locked in the bathroom you dropped the sheet, surveying yourself in the mirror and you groaned softly. At least it wasn’t too warm yet; wearing a turtleneck wouldn’t be completely unreasonable. You quickly stepped into the shower, taking your time lathering the soap as you wondered if Yoongi had left your room yet.

You weren’t lying when you said you were going to be late for work. You had three different types of alarms to wake you up before work and the shrill screech of the alarm that woke you this morning was the last resort alarm.

You rushed through your morning routine before peeking back into your bedroom to make sure the coast was clear. You grabbed a pair of black slacks and a white turtle neck, dressing quickly and pulling on some shoes, before grabbing your bag and making your way out into the kitchen. 

“I’ll be in the car!” You called, not bothering to wait for a reply as you rushed from the apartment and to the elevator. You weren’t sure what to say to Yoongi now; you felt like you’d been such an idiot last night. You weren’t drunk by any means, you’d really only had one glass, but alcohol always loosened you up to the point of bad decision making and now you had to live with the consequences. 

Having an intimate knowledge of someone left a lot of vulnerability and you couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking of you now. Did he think you were easy, were you only a conquest? Could you still be friends? Would you still work well together? You felt sick, pressing the garage level button and feeling yourself sink with the elevator. 

You waited in the car, anxiety curling your fingers tight around the steering wheel. Why didn’t you think of the morning after last night? You were awkward at the best of times and today was going to be a royal nightmare. 

You watched as Yoongi left the elevator, moving towards where you were parked and distracted by the fastening of his watch. He too was dressed in dark slacks and had donned a white sweater and you blanched at the thought of looking like you were wearing couples clothes. 

He pulled open the door, sliding in beside you and slipping on his seatbelt before returning to the fastening of his watch. You left the garage in silence, shoulders high and tight. You weren’t sure what to say, should you even bring it up at all? Maybe it was just better to pretend that it never even happened. 

By the time you’d parked and made your way up into the office, you felt like you were about to lose it. People had to be kidding themselves if they thought sleeping with a friend wouldn’t change the relationship. It changed everything.  

Yoongi sat down at his desk, turning on his computer and checking voicemails. You slipped your bag from your shoulder, sliding carefully into your seat and staring at the black of your computer screen. What if you’d ruined everything? What if you couldn’t work together anymore? You sighed, closing your eyes as you felt a headache coming on before bending over to switch on your own computer.

“Hey,” Yoongi called and you looked over at him. He had his phone perched between his ear and shoulder and was looking directly at you. “Forensics has got something for us. Let’s go check it out.”

You nodded as he hung up, standing and walking with him towards the elevator. Silence prevailed on the ride up but you tried not to let it bother you; tried to ignore the obvious tension. Yoongi seemed calm and that helped ease your shoulders a little. Maybe it wasn’t as serious as you thought it was. That’s what you’d tell yourself for now, anyway. 

You swiped your badge at the door, where Diana was waiting for the two of you, smile ready. “Morning.” She greeted, motioning for you to follow her to her desk. “Here’s the paperwork you’re gonna need.”

“What did you find?” Yoongi asked, flipping the envelope open and you peered over his shoulder into the file. 

“Hair and skin from your victim embedded in the bat. Looks like you got your guy.”

You grinned at Yoongi, his own excitement palpable as he snapped the folder closed. “Let’s go get him.”

**

Mr. Grant groaned as he opened the door to his apartment, rolling his eyes. “Here to search me again?”

“Not quite.” Yoongi said, “Turn around, please.”

Mr. Grant huffed a laugh, turning around and sliding his hands behind his back. You stepped forward, placing the hand cuffs around his wrists. “Timothy Grant you are under arrest for assault and attempted murder. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you in court. You have the right to talk to a lawyer for advice before we ask you any questions. You have the right to have a lawyer with you during questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be appointed for you before any questioning if you wish. If you decide to answer questions without a lawyer present, you have the right to stop answering at any time.”

“I want a lawyer.” Mr. Grant scoffed, “you’ve got nothing on me. I didn’t even do anything.”

“We’ll see about that.” You smiled, leading him towards the squad car. After the other officers had taken him for booking, both Yoongi and you made your way back to the office, high off adrenaline.

“The vic is still in a coma,” Yoongi remarked as he drove, “but the doctors said they’re seeing positive signs of improvement.”

“Good.” You murmured, stepping from the car. “That family has been through hell.”

The air conditioning of the office was a welcome relief. It was definitely too hot to be wearing a turtleneck, but there was no way you could wear anything else. Especially not around the man who’d wreaked so much havoc on the skin of your neck and clavicle. Even the thought of it was mortifying. 

You tugged at the neck of your sweater, fanning yourself with one hand. “Why are you even wearing that?” He asked, looking over at you and you glared at him. 

“I think you know why.”

He looked smug. 

You turned to your computer, sifting through messages you’d gotten since yesterday. The very last one caught your eye; with a timestamp of 2:45am blinking in red. The subject read “In reference to your cold case” and you clicked on it instantly.

“Yoongi, look at this!” You said, waving him over. He slid his chair over by yours, leaning forward to read your email. 

“A new witness?” He murmured and you nodded excitedly. 

“It says she’s been living out of the country for years and just got back in town. We need to call her.” You grabbed the phone from its cradle, dialing the number left in the email and Yoongi lounged beside you as you waited. “Hello, is this Ms. Russo? Hi, my name is Detective Y/N, I just read your email. Do you happen to have any time to come in today? Yes, an hour would be fine. Ok, great, see you then!”

Yoongi raised his eyebrows at you, lounged all the way back in his chair. “She coming in?”

“In an hour.” You nodded. “This might be the thing that breaks the case.”

“Let’s not get our hopes up too high, though. Healthy expectations, right?” He said, sliding his chair back to his desk and you nodded with a pout.

“Yeah, I know.” 

Ms. Russo arrived an hour later; a young woman in her mid-twenties with long dark hair, curling at the ends and deep, dark brown eyes searching the room as she clutched the purse on her shoulder. You greeted her, inviting her to sit with you in the interrogation room, Yoongi already sat waiting with the cold case file. 

“Thank you so much for coming in. We were so excited to hear you had information for us, this case has been so daunting.” You said as Ms. Russo sat across from you, setting her purse beside the leg of her chair. 

“I’m sorry I couldn’t come sooner. My family moved away when I was young and I didn’t really have the means of coming back until now. At the time it didn’t seem like I knew anything important, but I don’t think that’s so true.” She tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear, fastening her fingers together and looking over at her. 

“How did you and Ms. Loft know each other?” Yoongi inquired, flipping open the case file. 

“We were best friends.” Ms. Russo said, “She was a couple years older than me, but we lived on the same street almost our entire lives so we grew up really close.”

“In your email you said you had something for us?” You asked and she nodded, reaching into her bag and pulling out an envelope.

“I received this letter about a month ago, just before I moved back here. It’s from her.” You paused, staring down at the letter and you could see her eyes filling with the emotions of years of unanswered questions. “Emily was not the type to run away. I know her; she would never do that. Her parents were strict, but she didn’t resent them for that. Her younger brother died in an accident when we were all kids. It changed them. She would have never done anything to cause more pain, you need to know that.”

She wiped at her cheeks as tears fell, her breath shuddering before she continued. “The day that Emily went missing is the day my family moved. We were taking a taxi to the airport and I saw her out the window, a few blocks from where we lived. She was talking to some guy, but I didn’t recognize him. The conversation seemed tense, but they were across the street from where our taxi was so I couldn’t hear anything. I tried to call out to her to say goodbye, but she didn’t hear me. Just before we drove around the corner, I saw him grab her arm and start pulling her, but then I didn’t see anything else. I was so naïve at the time, but I just figured he was a friend and they were having a fight. I should have insisted we go get her. I didn’t know.”

She passed the letter across the table and with gloved fingers, you picked it up, opening carefully. “This is not your fault.” You insisted, looking over at her, her eyes bloodshot already.

“She’s been forced into prostitution,” She remarked softly, pointing at the letter in your hands, “she’s been waiting for the day they trusted her enough to give her a little privacy and she managed to send that letter. It went to my old house, but somehow it got rerouted to my parent’s place. I don’t know how, it was like a miracle. She gives a lot of details about her circumstances, but she also gives some really good information on where she’s located. Please find her.” 

“Do you remember what the man looked like? The one who grabbed her?” You asked and she frowned, staring down at the table. 

“It’s been almost 11 years, certain details are foggy, but I remember enough to give you a general description.”

“Would you be willing to do that for our sketch artist and write a statement of everything you saw?”

“Of course.”

While Ms. Russo worked with the sketch artist you sat with Yoongi, reading over the letter. All this time, people just assumed she’d run away. She could have been saved from this. You wanted to cry from the frustration; too many people had written her off, just assumed she was a troubled young woman. 

You couldn’t even imagine what her life had been like, the sorrow her parents would feel when they found out. To lose two of their three children was already more than they could bare, you were not looking forward to sharing these new details. 

You hoped that at least they would feel hope that she could still be recovered. Best case scenario, she could be found and go into recovery with years’ worth of therapy. She was likely addicted to drugs and would need a lot of help. 

Sometimes you still wondered why you’d chosen this career path; the depravity of humanity made you feel so angry and empty. 

Knowing you can make a difference in people’s lives, though…saving people from situations they can’t get out of themselves. That’s what drove you to keep going. “What are you thinking about?” Yoongi asked softly and you glanced over at him, perched beside you along the side of your desk. 

“Emily.” You sighed, folding the letter and sliding it back into its evidence bag. “I wish things could have been better for her. Different.” 

He nodded, watching as Ms. Russo directed the artist to tweak something in his drawing. “Life isn’t fair, Y/N.” He sighed, “The only thing we can do is make the moments we have worthwhile.” 

You nodded, humming an affirmative as you stared back down at the envelope. “Yeah.” 

**

Later that evening, after Ms. Russo had left and evidence had been sent off to the lab, you stretched, lethargic, in your chair as Yoongi stood from his own, groaning and rubbing at the small of his back. 

“I was thinking,” he yawned, “what if I order delivery tonight? We can celebrate with the rest of the wine from yesterday and just relax, enjoy our success.”

“That sounds really nice, actually.” You smiled, standing from your own desk and slinging your bag across your shoulder. It was unreasonably heavy at this time of night, but the idea of warm food you didn’t have to cook called you outside to your car.

The evening was warm and you tugged at the neck of your sweater, a little sweaty after a long day but too tired to mind. The sun had set by now and the world felt still as you made your way towards the car, unlocking the doors and throwing your bag in the back seat.

The wind rushing was your soundtrack as you drove with the windows down. Yoongi had reclined his head, arm out the window and he looked the picture of calm. You wondered if he’d fallen asleep; wondered what his thoughts were about last night, if it was still on his mind like it was yours. 

It was easy to brush those thoughts away with the distraction of work, but now in the silence of your car all your questions returned, loud and obnoxious, bouncing around in your brain. He was calm, silent, and aside from asking about your sweater earlier, hadn’t made any mention of anything to do with what happened. You couldn’t help but wonder if you just needed to take a page from his book and relax. 

Once you’d made it back to your apartment, you pulled out all the delivery menus for him and told him to get whatever. You needed another rinse off after a long day anyway so you would trust that he knew what to order.

Your bedroom was just as you’d left it; a reminder of the evening you’d spent in Yoongi’s arms. Your clothes from last night were still spattered around the room and you picked them up slowly, dumping them in your hamper. His shirt from yesterday was still draped across the chair by the window and you picked it up, staring at it absentmindedly. 

You wondered if you could return it to him without it being weird. You sighed again, dropping it back onto the chair before heading to the shower to rinse off. By the time you were out and dressed in your pajamas, the food had just arrived and your stomach growled eagerly as Yoongi tossed you a pair of chopsticks. 

“Chinese takeout?’ You questioned, sitting in the love seat while he dominated the middle of your couch.

“I was craving egg rolls.” He hummed. 

You dug in eagerly, groaning happily as you chewed. Yoongi looked up at you with a smile before allowing his eyes to trace the skin of your neck that you’d left bare. You were suddenly self-conscious, acutely aware of just how much of your neck was marked by his mouth.  

You hadn’t thought of it when you were dressing, only the doorbell as the food arrived and the growling of your stomach. You shifted awkwardly, taking a big bite of a dumpling and Yoongi looked down at his food, chuckling. 

“You don’t have to make it weird, you know?” He commented and you glanced up at him, eyebrows rising. “Don’t stress about it, we can label things or we can just be casual, whatever. I don’t regret last night, though.”

“You don’t?” You whispered and he shook his head, spooning a mouthful of fried rice as distraction. 

“Do you?” He queried, looking up at you.

“No. I just didn’t know how you felt about it.” You admitted, pushing some of the food around your plate. You could feel his eyes on you, but you weren’t brave enough to meet them yet. “I don’t regret it, though.”

“Good. Then so far, we’re on the same page.” The two of you allowed silence to lapse for a few moments as you ate, quiet but content. “I started thinking about what your mom said.”

“Huh?”

“Last night, what she said about friendship and love and what not. Felt weird to be talking about that last night in reference to us because it was like all my secrets were suddenly out. I figured that maybe it wouldn’t hurt to say something. If it was really just me feeling this way then at least I’d know where I stood.”

“It’s not just you.” You whispered, smiling shy as you grabbed some chow mein noodles to drop on your plate. 

“Come here.” He mumbled, reaching out for you, pulling you into his side, thighs touching and his fingers danced across your waist, tugging you close. “Whatever you want this to be, let’s do that. I’m happy as long as you are.”

Your hip burned where he touched and you picked up a water chestnut, popping it into your mouth and chewing idly. “I’ve always been one for knowing where I stand in a relationship.” 

“Like dating?” He asked and you nodded softly. “Then tie me down, baby.”

You chuckled, rolling your eyes, “you do realize this means my family is going to really start asking when you’re gonna put a baby in me, right?”

Yoongi grinned wolfishly, running the tip of his nose down yours, leaning in for a kiss that took the air right out of your lungs. “We’re gonna need a little more practice before that,” he teased, fingers dancing at the back of your scalp, “gotta make sure I really know how to shoot the shot.”

You laughed, scandalized. “Practice makes perfect.” You agreed, leaning in to kiss him again and he returned the affection eagerly. 

“First, I’ve gotta finish these egg rolls though. They’re incredible; definitely pin this take out place to the fridge.”

You laughed, watching him bite into another egg roll, moaning as he chewed. He looked over at you and down at your nearly forgotten plate. “You’d better eat up, baby, you’re gonna need your energy.” He smirked. 

“You talk a big game.” You grinned, filling your plate with more food.  

“Only because I know I can back it up.” 

“I look forward to it.” You winked.

****

I hope you enjoyed and I look forward to hearing from you! <3

Copyright © 2020 by Taeken-My-Heart. All rights reserved.

[taehyungtrash2-0]

Morning Happenstance

— genre ➙  fluff but hella smutty (im sorry mom)

— words ➙  1056 

— member(s) ➙  Kim Seokjin and Min Yoongix reader

— warnings ➙  mentions face fucking (again I'm so sorry mom) and sex in a bathtub (be safe kiddos!)

this is my first post of smut so don't kill me please! This was inspired by my best friend (soulmate) and her love for these two amazing men! love ya bean <3

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I was perfectly content with the position I was in, covered in nothing but absolute warmth in the midst of a freezing room. That was until a certain someone, I’m not naming names (mostly because I can’t tell who) decided to leave me and let me die a miserable and cold death. With my eyes closed, caught deep in my sleepy state all I could release from my body was a whine at the loss of contact.

“Tsk, what am I going to do with you Jjing-jjing-i” a sleepy voice chuckled, clearly mocking me and my FRAGILE STATE YOU LUCKY LITT- a pair a masculine arms wrapped around me, warmth finally engulfing me again. I can feel my sleep returning, my body softly being lifted into the cold and being put on a body of complete comfort. 

“Mmm,” a low mumble came from beneath me. No longer being held by those big arms but my legs wrapping around what warmth the other was giving. Another pair of arms, a little smaller, pulling me up and onto his chest with a sleepy groan. Ahhh sleep is finally back, absolute coziness, wrapped in tight arms, on a strong chest, and the smell of familiar cologne.

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A waft of sweet maple and sizzling bacon began filling my senses the second my eyes finally opened. Mmm smells so sweet and savory, I guess Jinnie is in the kitchen, that explains the absence of warmth and comfort earlier. Why do I love him again?..

“UGh, such a pretty girl. You’re taking me so well angel. Fuckkkk!”... oh right. God, he’s perfect. So sweet and strong, why did he have to leave the bed so early?? I want his attention now, but that means leaving the bed UGHHH. I started rolling off to the side when Yoongi started to groan and pout. Awwww, he’s so adorable, what the fuck! His pouty little lips and his messy black hair, I’m whipped. 

“What would Jin think if he saw you now, Kitten? On your bruised little knees, mouth open, begging to be face fucked by your daddy? Huh? Such a good little slut, come here.” mmm, last night was definitely one to remember. I need some clothes, I’m covered in marks and I am definitely not just walking out butt ass naked. Although now that I’m thinking about that it would be nice… no! Pajamas it is, some red silk would feel nice right about now. 

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“Mmm good morning baby girl,” he mumbled as my hands wrapped around his bareback. My head falling in between his broad shoulders and humming into his skin with a smile. 

“Good morning handsome” I mumble as he continues to flip the food on the stove. How can one man smell so divine?

“You fell asleep really quickly after our bath last night” he chuckled, turning the stove off. I honestly forgot about the bath until just now,

“Yeah I’m sorry, did you clean up the bathroom floor after?” I asked as he turned around in my grasp. He looked down at me with those beautiful brown, his hands wrapping around my waist. 

“Yeah, it was al over, I ended up using all the towels,” he mumbled, pulling me closer into his form.

“Hey you said ride me and I did” I laughed into the crook of his neck, feeling him slowly starting to move closer to my ear. 

“I meant after the bath, love,” he whispered, peppering kisses down my neck, softly nipping on the shell of my ear. 

“You look like that and expect me to wait?” I whine out, he trailed his hands further down until his large hands were to my thighs and putting me on the counter. 

“You right” he laughed, pulling his lips to mine, my hands finding their way to the nape of his neck and playing with his hair. His soft lips sucking lightly on my bottom lip, knowing it’s his asking permission for more access which I greedily open to. Our tongues dancing sweetly, no one person taking the lead but just kind of melting into it. My hands trailing down his bare chest, softly raking my nails, causing him to groan. 

“You taste so sweet baby,” he whispered, continuing to make me pool in my panties so early in the morning. I continue licking a stripe up his throat and sucking on his sweet spot oh-so gingerly. His hands pulling my legs to wrap around his tightly, feeling his hard-on through his boxers. I couldn’t help at whine from the feeling of that through my silk shorts. 

“Oh your so nice to me angel, make that sounds again,” he chuckled, looking up at the ceiling as his hands start trailing up my thighs.

“I wouldn’t be calling her an angel too soon their Hyung, get a good look at your back and get back to me on that.” a gruff voice stated behind Jin’s back. Aww, my grumpy man is up. Jin pecked my lips once more and went to grab the food off the stove, that was probably cold by now. Yoongi grabbing his mug and putting it under the Keurig for his first cup of the day, stepping in between my open legs and kissing my lips slowly. 

“Why did you leave bed so early, Gongjunim?” he mumbled against my lips as I reach up to wrap my arms around his neck. 

“I heard Jinnie up in the kitchen so I got up, I’m sorry,” I looked up at him innocently. 

“I’m surprised you can even walk after what we did yesterday.” he chuckled deeply, going in for another kiss. His hand slowly beginning to trail around my ass and lifting me, wrapping my legs around his hips. My hands moving up to hair and moaning into his mouth. 

“What a sensitive little thing you are a kitten,” he muffles into my mouth, interrupted by Jin clearing his throat. Us both panting from the lack of oxygen, seeing Jin set three plates down on the table and pulling out some chairs.

“Let’s eat breakfast and we can move this back to the bedroom,” he said, sitting down, digging into his food. Yoongi beginning to sigh and sets me down on the nearest chair to eat. 

“God this is paradise.” I breathe out, starting in on my pancakes.

[crazy4myself]

Hey I’m doing good! I’m glad that the messages bring some sort of happiness haha☺️- and to answer your question it’s more of a genderbent but I’m sure there might be some more just feminine bangtan stuff out there. Like the yoonji one I mentioned (there’s like a couple that I’ve read aksjend) were genderbent!yoongix fem oc, I think if you delve a little deeper somewhere on the internet there’s probs a fem!bangtan x gender neutral. I kinda live for like wlw mlm and gender unspecified stuff it feels really inclusive- 💚

Glad to hear you’re doing well!!

I totally agree!!! I’ve written a few gender neutral reader fics (my Jin and Namjoon ones) but I could do more to be more inclusive! Thanks for bringing up the idea! And fem!bangtan does sound fun to read idk if I personal would explore writing it but I would love to read some an get an idea if you have any recs!

[dazed--xx]

Love Alarm: Yoongi

Member: Yoongix Reader

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 3,688

Trigger Warning: crumbling relationship, toxic relationship, implications of cheating, ringing someone else's love alarm, neglectful boyfriend Yoongi, crying, mentions of smoking, mentions of sex, borderline verbal abuse, almost hitting someone with a car, anything else that can be a trigger

A/N: OOOOOOOFFFFFF y'all been loyal and I appreciate that, I have been wanting to post my first part to my 7 member love alarm series for a while now and this is the first instillation Yoongi is my bias and I just needed to start with him but sorry it took so long I wrote and rewrote this many many times until I was finally satisfied with it also I'm 16 weeks pregnant so I'm just trying to deal with that as well anyway I know a lot of you have been waiting for this so here it is the first instillation to Yoongi's love alarm series

Taglist- @jyp1204 @idk123906 @mwitsmejk @berryonasummerevening @Coloringbomb @thealexalcala @sychophanticteen

“I cant fucking deal with you right now!!”

Yoongi’s voice boomed as he slammed the door behind him. Your shocked figure frozen. You couldn't remember what you said that set him off. Your breathe thickened as you swallow your cries. Laying in your shared bed your arm drifts over to the cold empty portion of the bed. Shifting your body to lay in his spot, you inhale his scent only subtle. When was the last time he slept here?

The tears streamed rapidly down your face, “If you’re in love ring the alarm...” You scoffed as the ad began playing interrupting the music you had playing, tossing your phone across the room. “Fuck Love Alarm” you say to yourself. Sniffling you wipe your tears slightly, reaching in your nightstand pulling out the small makeup bag you kept hidden in the back. Pulling out the pack of cigarettes and lighter you kept in the small pouch.

You can feel your panic stream into your lungs, the drowning feeling returning as you struggle to heat up the cold lighter. Bringing the cigarette to your lips; the smoke replacing the air pocket in your throat. Finally lifting yourself from your shelter in the bed, you unlock your window taking a seat on the window sill. Your eyes drift to the dark empty room.

“You shouldn’t be smoking” You remember Yoongi nagging, his sleepy shirtless figure only a ghost in his now empty spot in your bed. You felt the tears streaming down your face, your eyes drift back to the beautiful city view outside of your bedroom window. The soft wistful wind tickling your bare arm, “Baby, you're gonna get sick” his ghost spoke. He had wrapped his arms around your waist tightly. His lips and teeth nipping at your neck. “I love you, Y/n” you shook your head at the memory. A small sarcastic chuckle escaping through your depressed state, that was 3 years ago. Things change, people change; Yoongi changed.

When you first got together you were cautious, he was a famous idol after all who would willing throw themselves into the lions den that is the netizens. He was the one that convinced you to download love alarm if you were worried he wasn’t genuine. He was able to simply kiss your worries away, and you let him. Every free moment he had he’d spend with you, inviting you to the studio when he was inspired. His hands never for a second leaving contact from your skin. The nights full of love making or passionate rough needy sex making you feel safe and warm as he kissed you to sleep in his arms. You cant remember the last time your lips touched each others. Bringing your fingers over your lip, the faint memory of what his lips taste like flashes through your mind.

Taking another drag of your cigarette, it began with petty arguments; who didn’t do dishes or picking up the condo. He stopped replying to your calls and texts; when he did come home he just stopped acknowledging your presence. When you asked him to spend time with you he would throw a fit about how tired he was and didn’t have time for you. Eventually he stopped ringing your love alarm. You never once thought he was cheating on you...until today.

*an hour earlier*

You sat frozen your phone with an endless stream of notifications coming in from your friends. The same link in every message. You scoff This cannot be real Yoongi isn’t like that. You quickly respond to your friends your lack of concern. Requesting they ignore it. You open the link again the headline is laughable but the photos give you doubt.

BTS’ SUGA SPOTTED WITH FORMER DAYDREAM MEMBER SORIN

You knew he had female friends, but the look in his eyes while he ate; he used to look at you like that. You sat frozen in your position confused and dazed. The sound of the front door unlocking breaking you from your trance. Your head whipping around to see the man you’ve adored and loved for the past 3 years. He looked tired, his eyes puffy and red. Any questions you had pushed to the back of your mind when you see his weak exhausted figure. His eyes never meeting yours once, “hey” he states bluntly as he walks toward our shared bedroom. You follow behind him, the last time you saw him this exhausted he fainted in the hallway.

“You okay babe?” You ask him, concern laced in your tone. He nods sharply as he takes his shirt off; keeping his back to you, your eyes drifted down the slim muscular expansion of his back. No scratches……Thank god….you thought to yourself. You watch as he disappears into the bathroom, your legs carrying you behind him. He flicks on the light and slams the door quickly. Your face almost making impact with the hatch. You can hear the water turning on as you drag yourself to your shared bedroom. Sitting in the bed your eyes drift to the closed bathroom door. Almost instinctively you pull up the photos from earlier. Your eyes drifting from the door to your phone. Sorin….. you mentally groaned as you zoomed in on the goddesses face. Why’d she have to be so perfect…so beautiful…..a goddess that’s what they describe her as. You toss your phone across the room as you hear the sound of feet shuffling in. Your eyes drift from your discarded phone to the new presence in the room. His eyes flashing from your phone on the ground to your anxious figure.

A scoff releasing from his lips as he disappears into the closet. Your eyes stuck on your discarded phone, thankfully that fell face down-hopefully locking in the process. The sound of the closet door closing is faint. Tunnel vision taking over as your only focus is what lies in your phone. Your snapped out of your trance as you see Yoongi bending over to pick it up. Your body rushing out of bed to get the device before he could see it. Your hand wrapping around his wrist and the other snatching the phone away. You shove the device in your pocket as your eyes drift to the ground. It’s been awhile since you’ve even touched Yoongi. The spark that rushes through your hand at the contact burning your cheeks.

You could feel his eyes burning holes into the side of your face. He roughly pulls himself away from you. “so is that why your crying?” he asks stoically. Your bottom lip pulled in between your teeth as you turn around. Y-you were crying? You hadn’t even noticed your tears. wiping your face you stared out the window “w-what do you mean?” you ask ashamed. “so instead of just asking me what these are about you throw some fit while I’m taking a shower?” you can hear him growing angry at his accusation. You shake your head roughly “n-no of course not, I-I know you wouldn’t do that I’m just being insecure” you whisper. His hand wrapping around your arm forcefully making you look at him. The scowl planted on his beautiful face making your eyes snap to the ground quickly. “so why are you crying then? if it’s not for the bullshit that’s pulled up on your phone? why?!” you could remember a time where Yoongi would comfort you in situations like this. Kissing you for reassurance, proclaiming his love for you and only you, how another woman couldn’t compare. You guess that all changed, maybe his feelings changed, maybe….

Yoongi didn’t love you anymore.

“Y-Yoongi, I’m just having a hard time right now and you’re working so much that I’m just feeling really alone” you state softly eyes never leaving the floor. “oh, so what’s been hard for you then Y/N? Is it sitting on your ass all day while I work? Complaining to your friends? Not having the will to do fucking anything but mooch off of me all damn day? You know honestly I’m getting really tired of this shit Y/N… you act like your life is so hard, you walk around like you’re the only fucking one that has problems and I’m getting tired of that” your eyes widen at his statement. A look of shock planted on your face as you finally look at him.

“Do you love me anymore at all Yoongi? Do I even mean anything to you?” You cry “well of course not you wouldn’t have said that if you did. I’m sorry I’ve bothered you honestly…” the tears streaming rapidly down your face at this point. Yoongi was shaking, he looked so angry and conflicted. Your heart felt like it would burst at any minute. Suddenly you can feel something whip past your face and crash into the wall behind you. Your figure squeaks and drops to the ground hands covering your head. “I cant fucking deal with you right now!!”

Yoongi’s heart raced as rushed into his car. Quickly backing out of the parking spot, he rushed towards his studio. His jaw clenching and unclenching as he gripped the steering wheel tightly. How could you believe something so blatantly stupid? He questioned himself. Pulling into the Hybe parking lot. His breathing got heavy as the image of you crying holding yourself on the floor appeared in his mind. The argument almost like a movie playing in his mind. Your questions ringing throughout his ears. You sounded so broken as you asked him. He can feel his breath getting caught in his throat as he gasps for air, “fuck fuck fuck fuck” he cried violently. His hand punching at the steering wheel, “ what did I do? What did I do?” he couldn’t stop the tears as he wished for time to be reversed, how could she think I don’t love her… his eyes widen Fuck WHAT DID I DO.

The realization of him not answering your heartbreaking question creeping on him as his heart pounded in his chest. Quickly his hands search everywhere all over him for his phone. Panic setting in as he couldn’t find it. “ fuck…. No no no no" he forces the door open roughly pushing the light button. “Where’s my phone” He panics, forcing the seat all the way back he reaches under it only to find nothing. “come on..come on please be here” he knows he could just go back. He could hold you and apologize tell you he loves you, how much he needs you, to beg you not to leave. But the thought of him going back and you or your things not being there….he doesn’t even want to imagine how broken he’d be.

“oh- Suga oppa!” he heard from behind him Startling him out of his panicked state. Turning around he smiles as he sees her. As she smiled at him he forgets about his fight to find his phone. “Sorin what are you doing here?” he asks shyly, his eyes scanning her petite figure. “I was actually coming to check on you… you said you were working on my song pretty late so I felt bad I wanted to make sure you ate and had a break too” she smiled lifting her arm to reveal a bag. Extending it to him, he blushes and takes it “a-are you okay oppa?” her hand rubs his arm softly. “yeah…” he bites his lip

It's been almost a week since you last heard from Yoongi.

Even with your fights recently he’s always came home within 2-3 days. You’ve always tried to be understanding Yoongi is busy he works a lot. But A week! A week is pushing it even for you. You sat home for the first 3 days crying and waiting in anticipation. But the past 3….you’ve been pissed. Not a call not a text a single I’m okay nothing. Radio silence. You’ve had enough. You’ve been pacing back and forth for a bout 20 minutes In front of the HYBE building. Some how you finally end up inside your feet bringing you instinctively toward the genius lab. You see Yoongi exit, a smile plastered on his face. A small smile reaches your lips as his beauty mesmerizes you. You pick up your pace until you see him turn behind him and a familiar pixie like figure gliding out of the studio behind him. Your movements come to a sudden stop. You her ask him something and him nod slightly.

You know you shouldn’t. But you follow them, they make their way toward the back exit and you rush toward the front and around. You’re eyes drifting up and down the street trying to locate them. You could see his familiar frame still slightly behind Hybe. You slowly walk over placing yourself around the corner. Your heart pounding in your ears. “Suga oppa do you have love alarm?” you hear her soft voice. “yes” your heart sank. You slowly peaked over the corner Sorin had her phone on display facing toward Yoongi. You saw as he began fidgeting with his phone you heard the familiar radar sound. 2 familiar pings ringing from their phones. A small smile forming on Sorin’s face, Yoongi staring at her phone in shock. “S-Sori-“ “wait why do you have 2?” her soft voice rings. A gasp releasing itself from your throat as the pairs eyes searched the area. Yoongi’s gaze falling on you first. “Y/N….” he whispers. “who is she oppa?” she asks confused. Yoongi’s eyes flash back to the goddess shock and confusion plastered on his face. A scoff releases from your lips, you shove your phone back in your pocket as you take off in the direction of your car. “Y/N!!!” You hear Yoongi’s voice call desperately.

You’re able to make it safely into your car before the tears began cascading down your cheeks. Quickly putting the keys in the ignition you grip the steering wheel tears streaming rapidly as you gasp for air. A loud knock on your window pulling you out of your trance. Your heart shaking as you slowly face the figure. There he stood, the guilt plastered on his face as he reached for the door handle. You pressed the lock button as he went to open the door. “Y/N, please…” you roll your eyes putting your car in reverse. Yoongi’s panicked figure racing behind your car, hugging the trunk. He shakes his head rapidly. Frustrated you throw your car in park and roll down your window. “MOVE!!” You shout. Yoongi’s eyes widen never once had you raised your voice. He rushes back to your open window, his hands reaching into your car gripping your face. “J-just come inside we-we can talk I-I…nothing happened” you sent him a death glare. Throwing your car back in reverse you force his hands off you and speedily pull off.

Not sparing a passing glance at your rearview.

You ignored the sound of your phone blaring as you rushed around the apartment grabbing as much of your belongings as possible. Forcing your toiletries into the small travel bag you heard the door slam. “Y/N!!!?” You could hear the panic in his voice his footsteps rushing throughout the house. Making your way back to your bedroom silently “Y/N?? Please…please tell me you’re here” you heard him whisper to himself. The sound of the bedroom door being forced open halting your movements in the closet. You can here him gasp as he enters the room, the sight of your suitcase probably causing him alarm. “Y/N!!?” His voice grew as you exited the closet with a handful of clothes. “you’re just gonna leave? You won’t even let me explain?” he asks. He stood between you and the closet. Rolling your eyes you shove passed him.

His warm digits circling themselves around your arm. “just fucking talk to me or at least listen!” he shouts, forcing his hand off you “You can’t do this to me” a small chuckle releases itself from your throat involuntarily. A look of bewilderment replacing your stoic gaze. You can’t do this to HIM?!? TO HIM? You continued in your pursuit grabbing more of your clothes off the hangers into a pile in your hands. Shoving passed Yoongi’s disheveled figure you placed your items back in the almost full suitcase. Forcing the items down, you stared around the room as you remembered your makeup bag containing your cigarettes. Walking across the room forcing the nightstand drawer open, you gripped the bag to you. “Just fucking talk to me please” you heard him state in a soft broken voice. “go talk to Sorin” you reply sarcastically, your eyes staring into his for the first time since he’s arrived. You can see the hurt in them, how lost he seems to be. You can see the anger replace the hurt as he scoffed. His eyes darting everywhere but at you, “wow…really” frustrated you toss the makeup bag across the room. The lighter making a subtle click as it hits the wall.

“YES REALLY! I can’t do this to you Yoongi? TO YOU? HOW MANY NIGHTS HAVE I SAT HERE WAITING FOR YOU ONLY FOR YOU TO COME HOME AND SCREAM AT ME FOR JUST FUCKING EXISTING IN YOUR PRESENCE? HOW MANY SCANDALS AND WOMEN? AND I STUCK BY YOU BECAUSE I NEVER THOUGHT YOU WOULD EVER DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT BUT HOW WRONG I WAS RIGHT? RIGHT!” You shouted he shakes his head rapidly arms extended as he rushes over to you. “N-no Y/N I-its not like tha-“”I don’t care! I don’t care anymore I saw with my own eyes you confessed to her.” His eyes widen “She confessed to me” you give him a look that read are you serious. “oh did you not ring hers as well? I’m sorry I could have sworn with the smile and the god damn ping she had gotten meant you rang her love alarm. I’m so sorry Yoongi genuinely I’ll stop packing and stay with a man who clearly doesn’t fucking love me” you sneer sarcastically as you open the top drawer of the dresser. “How could you even say that? I didn’t know I was gonna ring for her! Please just listen to me, just stop and let’s just talk please. I can’t lose you.. not like this” he begs. Shoving your underwear and bras into the bag completing the necessary items you’ll need for an extended break. “what is there to explain Yoongi, your girlfriend is waiting”

"You're being ridiculous Y/N" He exclaimed as you continued to pack your bag. You scoffed as he began grabbing your things out of your bag throwing them back into the closet. "Fucking stop! I'm leaving Yoongi" You shout back at him tears streaming down your face. You could hear his breathing pick up; your eyes drift toward his shaking figure. "No you're not" he whispers "I made a mistake but it doesn't mean anything I didn't do anything with her I promise you that" he grasps your hands in his.

"You rang each other's Love alarms Yoongi...I just wish you would have told me you didn't love me anymore" you mutter back to him. He shakes his head rapidly "Yes I do... I love you please believe me don't leave" he begs. You pull your hands out of his; he looks like a kicked puppy at your actions. "So turn on your love alarm Yoongi"

"W-Wha-My love alarm?! You can't be fucking serious why do you think it's not on" he exclaims angrily. You pull your phone out and open the love alarm app that you always kept turned on. "Well....either it's turned off or you don't love me" you explain. He scoffs at your statement "I don't need a fucking app to tell me your feelings for me Y/N. Why do you?"

"It's a simple request Yoongi....You turned it on for Sorin" he flinched at your statement "Please, I love you believe me please just fucking believe me I can't lose you Y/N!" Tears stream down Yoongi's face. You finish packing your bag. "Please I'll turn it on I promise I will ring your love alarm jus--just don't leave please" he cried as you walked toward the front door pulling his phone out of his pocket turning on his love alarm practically running to you. You force the door open, “WAIT! PLEASE” He sobbed, you rolled your eyes as you continued out. “fuck… Please wait” you felt arms wrapping themselves around your waist. The back of your shirt being soaked with tears as one of the arms lifted themselves up showing you the radar a small ping rings through both of your phones. Fishing your phone out of your pocket you stare at the notification bewildered

1 person within a 10m radius loves you.

Shaking your head in disbelief, “wh-what?” you whisper. You could feel a balloon growing in your throat, breath not coming to your lungs. Trying to force Yoongi’s arms from around you, his grip tightening as he sobbed against you. “let me go” you state “no, you can’t leave please I love you you know that know I proved that please don’t leave me please” he cried you fight against him “LET ME GO” “No please” he turned you to face him and dropped to his knees “please I’m sorry I’ll do anything” you stared down at his broken frame as he sobbed into your abdomen “I love you I swear please don’t leave I can be better I’ll do better when it comes to us don’t leave I know I’ve been a shit boyfriend recently but I can’t-“ he hiccups as the thought came to his head the tears welling up as he begins to sob harder “I can’t lose you please don’t leave please” he connected your eyes. Your heart broke at the sight; the stoic, cold, uncaring man you’ve come to know in the past few months is gone. Replaced by this broken lost puppy eyed boy. The tears continue to stream down his face he grasps your hands in his.

“Please….”