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PART 5 | Father!Yoongi AU

Yoongi was on edge the entire next day. He woke up very early, after the minimum amount of sleep, had breakfast with the boys and tried to focus a bit on work while eating, but everyone was uncomfortably quiet.

Normally, Jin would shout at Jeongguk and Tae for being silly and not eating their meal, which of course Jin prepared. Hoseok would talk about the new choreography with Jimin, discussing wether they should find easier moves for the member who weren’t the best in dancing, but they always decided against it, reasoning it with ‘we should keep aiming for the hardest’, which isn’t a lie! And Namjoon and him would be talking about new songs or melodies they’ve been working on.

But not this morning. This morning was filled with complete silence, except of when Namjoon choked on his food, startling all of them. His head turned red from all the coughing and after everything was good, he coughed one last time, drank from his orangejuice and then looked nervously around.

“Guys, seriously? No one? No stupid remarks, no jokes, nothing?” Yoongi looked around and no one answered.

“What is going on?” - “We don’t want to upset you…” said Kookie and looked at Yoongi with bright eyes.

“Why should you upset me? Guys, it’s just an appointment! No one is dying, no one is hurt, nothing! The only big thing is, I’ll know today if the baby is a boy or a girl! And I’m praying for a boy!” The boys snickered and Joon looked questioningly at him.

Namjoon asked Yoongi, why he’d rather have a boy than a girl and Yoongi just scoffed as a reaction.

“Because I can’t handle a girl? I mean, what if she asks me things, that I don’t know? I-I won’t be able to tell her what happens with her body in puberty or so! I won’t know what to do with her and- and honestly? I’m scared I’ll raise her like a boy because I don’t know anything else. I don’t want to ruin her entire life only because I don’t know anything about it!” He sighed and looked at his phone.

“It’s late. I have to be there in 40 minutes and I still have to get ready.” Yoongi stood up from the table, thanked Jin for preparing and walked into the bathroom to get ready

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As he was on the way to the doctors office when Belle texted him…

- convo -

Yoongi smiled and remembered the time when he was with Belle. Everything seemed so easy and perfect. He suddenly remembered the small fights, they had, or the discussions about their lives together, in the future. He tried to block those thoughts and he rushed into the doctors office.

There she stood. Short, straight, dyed hair, with the roundest belly Yoongi had ever seen. Belle looked up at Yoongi and smiled. That beautiful teethy smile. People always said they fit together, because of their smiles. They were nearly the same. Just that Belle’s wasn’t that much gummy.

Her dress hugged her body perfectly, although her pregnancy easily led to different thoughts, but for Yoongi, Belle was beautiful. She stepped towards Yoongi and it seemed like old times again, when they hugged. Their hug, filled with love and joy and warmth, lasted almost a full minute. Neither of them wanted to let go.

After they parted, Belle snickered and took Yoongis hand into hers. Yoongis hands were cold, but sweaty. The complete contrast to Belle’s hands. Together they walked into the room, where the doctor already waited with a warming smile and they greeted each other with firm handshakes.

“So! How are you doing with the pregnancy?” asked the man, wearing the white coat.

“Great! We’ve been to the park every second day, I’m singing to her, or him, every night before sleep. And I tell the little one everything that happens, so she, or he, doesn’t miss out on anything!” - “Great! That sounds perfect!”

Yoongi jusy stood there, while the doctor was talking to Belle, and felt a little out of place.

“Oh! And I brought the father!” Belle pulled on Yoongis arm and he introduced himself.

“Min Yoongi.” - “Nice to finally meet the father!” The doctor was way to happy for Yoongi. He smiled the entire session, made stupid jokes and barely told them any information, but Belle seemed to feel very comfortable around him so.. can he complain?

“So..? Do we know the gender?” - “Of course! For 2 months already! Would you like to know?” Belle nodded her head vigorously and Yoongi sighed.

The doctor squeezed some of the gel onto Belles stomache and both Belle and Yoongi starred at the monitor, as if they would know by lookin what gender the baby has.

“And?” - “It’s a girl! Congratulations!” The doctor explained the parents how he knows it’s gender and Yoongi couldn’t listen.

A girl. He feels happy and scared at once. Million ‘what if’s haunt Yoongis mind. He barely notices that Belle is already done with the examines and that she’s already completely dressed, but he does. And he smiles a tired smile.

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“We can create some lists so you won’t feel overwhelmed and we’ll look for the best products! Yoongi? Stop being scared. You can’t do anything about it.. especially not now.” Belle was right, thought Yoongi.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re right, but still…” - “Stop it. She will have a happy life as long as you love her and as long as she knows that you love her. Just be there for her, like you’ve been there for me.” Belle smiled and held Yoongis face. Her thumb made small circles on his cheek and Yoongi felt at ease.

“I have to go. Come over on Friday! I’ll tell Jin and he’ll cook. Is that alright?” Yoongi didn’t know what to do, so he tried to at least improve the relationship between Belle and him. For the baby girls sake, of course!

Belle smiled and nodded slowly as she answered.

“I’d love to.”

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You were sitting in the kitchen, infront of your boyfriend, eating dinner and talking about different stuff when suddenly silence filled the room.

“So.. we are visiting my parents in 3 days! I don’t know, but I’m kinda nervous”, you said to break the silence and didn’t look up, trying to avoid Taehyungs gaze.

“Yeah, I know. I’m nervous too! I have the feeling they still hate me. And your sister hates me the most!” Tae stated and sighed while stuffing his mouth with the noodles.

“Babe, you know they don’t hate you! They are just protective and scared you will hurt me. Really!” - “Y/N! We’re together for more then 5 years now. They should’ve noticed that I couldn’t hurt you. I’m just scared, because they don’t support our relationship.” Tae looked up and scoffed, biting his bottom lip. You noticed that and knew he only did this when he was hiding something.

“What is it? You were never worried about that. Not once. Is there something?” You asked quietly and calmly and put your chopsticks down while looking at him. Tae’s eyes widened and he shook his head, glancing down at his plate.

“N-nothing! I just.. I mean.. would they..” Tae stuttered horribly and he rubbed his sweaty hands. He got so nervous in such a short time! This never happened before. You started to worry and got up from your seat, walking over to your boyfriend.

“Tae, what is it? Why are you so nervous? You can tell me!” You took his hand in yours and looked expactantly at him. He relaxed his shoulders, stood up and went to your room with long strides, leaving you stood in the kitchen. As he got back he held a little box in his hand, playing with the soft surface.

“Y/N.. Baby… I love you so so much and I’m so happy with you! And everything is just perfect right now! Really! BTS is succesfull! You are having a good job! We have time for each other and we don’t have any worries! Not a single one! But I realized something. I can’t live without you! Everytime I’m away from you, you are on my mind. You are always there! When we are practicing, your beautiful face is the only thing I have in mind. When we are touring, I can’t sleep, because I miss the smell of your hair. I miss you being in my arms. I miss spooning you. Whenever we have an interview somewhere or we have to promote our comeback I think about you. Your smile. Your warm hugs. Your soft and smooth skin. Your lips, that fit mine perfectly. Everything about you! You are my love and I need you so that I’m happy and complete!” He watched you and you just looked at him with a slightly open mouth and wided eyes.

“Tae..” - “Wait. I’m not done yet.” You snickered and he cleared his throat.

“Whenever you are here, you lighten up the room. Your smile makes everyone happy. Even in my darkest times you succeed to lift my mood and make me feel, not only loved, but also needed. I can’t live without you anymore and that’s why I’m so goddamn nervous!” He sighed shortly, opened the box and got on his knee. You clasped your hands over your mouth and tears started to run down your cheeks. You tried not to sob, but you couldn’t contain your feelings.

“Y/N. I love you. I love you so much, that it sometimes hurts! My heart still beats fast whenever I’m around you. I get all giddy, because I still can’t wrap my head around the fact, that you are mine. I don’t know how I deserved you, but I’m so happy that you are here with me! And with this I want to ask you..” a deep breath from Tae and he looked up at you with wide eyes.

“Will you marry me? Will you marry me and be mine for the rest of our lives? And even after death? Because I couldn’t even not live without you!” You both giggled shortly and then you got serious again.

“So?” He held the little box with the ring out. You looked at Taehyung and nodded your head frantically while sobbing out. He sighed deeply and let his head fall, only to rise up to his feet, put the ring on your finger and kiss you deeply.

“I love you, Tae. I love you so much!” You whispered and pecked his lips again. You examined the ring and noticed something.

“Tae? Is that?” - “Yeah. My Grandmother gave it to me after she got sick. She said I should give it to you when I know you would want to keep it. And.. well, I don’t know, but I hope you want to keep the ring for the rest of your live! And even after!” You smiled again because of what Tae said and didn’t even try to hide your tears or even wipe them away. You slung your arms around your boyfriends neck and pulled him into a tight hug. You parted and kissed him all over his face.

“Now stop crying, jagi! Tears don’t fit you.” He smiled and kissed you again. The kiss was full of love and happiness. You let go of his lips, but you let your forehed rest against his.

“I’m going to be Kim Y/N. Forever.” He nodded and gave you another short kiss.

“I love you, Y/N.” - “I love you too, Tae.”

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Your hope, your angel

Warnings: angsty(?), fluff

Summary: I was sitting on the bed, clutching onto the little wooden frame.

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I was sitting on the bed, clutching onto the little wooden frame.

“Good morning”, I said and looked at the picture.

The sun would have lighten up the room, but the curtains were rejecting the bright beas to shine. Altough it seemed tobe a beautiful and warm day, it was nothing but sad to me.I heard the people chatting on the street. The cars drivng past my window and children laughing at the perfect occasion to persuade their parents to buy them their favourite ice cream.

I took a deep breath and smiled at the picture before getting up and going to the bathroom. The smell of the clothing, still hanging on the dryer, made my eyes water. Tears were falling down my cheeks and an uncontrollable sob escaped my throat. I closed my eyes tightly and clasped my hand over my mouth.

Breath, just breath. I told myself and tried to calm down. With a shaking sigh, I opened my eyes again and looked into the mirror hanging infront of me.

The person in the reflective glass wasn’t me. My skin looked paler than it already is, my hair lost all it’s beauty and under my eyes were big, dark bagss. I felt exact the same way I looked.

Horrible. Sad. Alone.

I dried my tears and opened the little cabinet to grab my toothbrush and brush my teeth. I did m ymorning routine like a robot.

Take the brush. Put toothpaste on it. Water it. Brush your teeth. Wash the brush and put it back.

A heavy breath left my throat and I turned, not glancing at the freshly washed shirts and jeans. In the kitchen Is at down, waiting for my boyfriend. After several minutes of wondering where he is, I realized, he won’t place myregular breakfast infront of I. I got up and started to toast my bread and heat the pan for the eggs. After eating the food that I prepared for myself, I cleaned the kitchen and went back to my bedroom so I could change into something different than my pajamas. After changing clothes, I sat down in the living room and surfed the internet on my laptop. The background on my desktop made my heart hurt and I grasped the little patch on my chest that covered my heart. The day went by easily and the clock showed that it was 9 p.m.. My front door opened and someone got in with a loud sigh. I got up from the couch, walked slowly towards the door and stopped in my tracks as I saw who was standing in front of me. My boyfriend smiled brightly but exhausted at me and hugged me tightly.

“Oppa..” I whispered, eyes wide, as I placed my arms in his neck crook.

“Jagiya. Have you read the little letter”, he asked with a husky voice. I shook my head and we two parted from the hug. My boyfriend took my hand and led us both towards the bedroom. He told me to sit on the bed, while he got out my diary and handed it to me. I unfolded the letter and read the self-written words. The letter explained me, why I can’t remember some things. Why I thought my beloved boyfriend would be gone.

“We were driving home from your parents house. We fought really bad and we were angry at each other. It rained horribly and I tried to stay calm, but it annoyed me that you were angry with me without reason. I tried to explain to you, but you didn’t listen. I wasn’t looking for a second and we crashed against an other car. We got hospitalized and you lost your memory. I had to stay another night and that’s why you thought I was gone.” I looked up with an worried face and asked why he wasn’t there this morning, but he just nodded towards the letter.

“You don’t wake up before I have to go to work. I kiss your forehead every morning, hoping in a miracle that you will remember that I stayed with you. Hoping in a miracle that you would remember, but it never works. I come home everyday, to find you being sad about me. I can’t contact you over phone. The doctors said it could make everything worse and would only confuse you. I have to let you believe I’m dead, all day long. Until I get home.”

I lost some tears and the spot where the liquid fell onto got waved and the words were unreadable.

“I’m so sorry. I can’t read it”, I said and looked up at him.

“Don’t worry. I write this letter every night, because you cry everytime you read it and that way you can cry on it and still read it the next day.” He smiled again and kissed my forehead. I gulped and closed my eyes.

“Will I be able to remember? Ever?“ I asked with so much worry. My significant other nodded and sat beside me on the bed. "Yes! The doctors told me your condition got better. You can remember routines again and this is a huge step! And I know that you are going to wake up one day and will realize that I’m here. And that I’m going to stay here!” He pecked my lips and I smiled.

“I love you. Thank you for putting your hope into me.” I pecked him back and he chuckled.

“I love you too. And that’s why I’m called J-Hope!”

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Bonded

Warnings: fluff (?)

Summary: You spend a sweet date with your boyfriend.

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I outlined my lips with the red lipstick. The exact same red my dress had last time I saw my boyfriend. He really liked it. The light in the bathroom made me even look better and I took my phone out and took a picture.

“This is cute! I’m gonna send it to Hobi.”, I murmured to myself. My best friend, Hoseok just needed few seconds to write back.

“Wow, you look amazing! Ahh.. Hyung is such a lucky guy!” After that he filled our chatroom with tons of emojis.

“Such a dork”, I thought to myself

I giggled and gave my phone back into my pocket. I only had 5 minutes left until my date will stand in front the door, waiting for me to come. We were going to the Namsan-Tower. It is well known to be an attraction for couples, so I was pretty excited.

Ding Dong.

I jumped a little and then rushed to the door.

Breathe in. Breathe out. I opened the door slowly.

“Hello, Yoongi!” -“Hello, Annie.”, he gave me a cute and shy hug.

“You look beautiful.”, he gave me a stunning smile.

“Well, you don’t look too bad yourself either.” I felt my face getting red and so I took my small handbag and we went outside. Yoongi opened the car’s door for me and I stepped in. He decided to drive there by car because it would have taken ages to get there by the subway. As we arrived at the attraction, Yoongi drove to the parking lot. We walked to the tower and waited in the line. Many people want to go there, but today the traffic seemed to be less than usual. Yoongi acted a little more shy and nervous.

“You look a little pale. Are you afraid of heights?”, I asked him with a smile on my lips.

“Oh, what? No, I am not. Sorry for making you worry”, he scratched the back of his head and we entered the elevator. The elevator began to move and it made me a bit uneasy at first, but Yoongi noticed and took my hand. His touch releaved the tension in me and made my heart skipped a beat. We got off the elevator and went to the railing. The view was amazing. I watched the outstanding skyline and noticed that Yoongi was looking at me. I turned my head and our eyes met.

“You know Y/N, there is a special reason why I came up here with you… And I think you know the reason too.” My heart raced like crazy.

“Y/N, I..” His head slowly came near mine. Our lips came closer and I closed my eyes. We kissed and butterflies danced in my tummy, since it was our first kiss.

“I love you.” My lips formed a smile as he said that.

“I love you too!” I swung my arms around him and we hugged us tightly. He showed me a lock with our name on it and a heart.

“I know it’s cheesy, but I like being cheesy for you.” He put the lock on the fence and gave me the key. I smiled and Yoongi gave me a back hug.

“Now throw it away”, he breathed in my ear and kissed it. I threw the key down the tower with all my strengh.

“Are we now.. bonded?”

“Bonded? Yeah, I like that”, Yoongi said with a huge smile plastered across his face.

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I did

Warnings: fluff

Summary: You were sitting in the last row in the class, supporting your hand with your palm and staring at the back of your classmate

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You were sitting in the last row in the class, supporting your hand with your palm and staring at the back of your classmate. He wasn’t sitting directly infront of you. According to the teacher, he would have covered your view, but you honestly didn’t mind. You weren’t paying attention either way, so why not letting him sit near you. So you could smell his scent. So you could wonder about his brown, soft looking hair. So you could see him every day and so you could wonder about how tall a person can be. Well, everyone seemed tall to you. With your 1.67m, you were one of the smallest in class. You weren’t holding the record for being the smallest, but for being one of the smallest. You didn’t care, because the internet said, ‘Small girls a more likely to have healthy realtionships than tall girls! A test proved!’ You thought about the article you read not so long ago and started to think how incredibly stupid people had to be. The height is completely unneccessary? If it’s true love, than every relationship is a healthy one. If you are tall or not. Boy or girl. Skinny or.. “MISS Y/L/N! DO YOU KNOW THE ANSWER FOR THE QUESTION I WAS ASKING YOU THREE TIMES” mocked your professor. You straightened your back and blinked nervously, feeling the hot blood in your cheecks. You tried to swallow the big lump that formedin your throat, but it stayed, so you just shook your head. The teacher sighed and let you know that you got a warning. Again. You nodded your head quietly and slumped back into your chair, stealing a glance at him. He was looking back and as you both locked eyes, his head shot straight forwards. Your heart was bumping so loudly and aggresively in your chest, that you feared people will notice. The bell rang and you started to pack your bag and flung it over your shoulders. With long steps, you exited the classroom and walked down the hall, towards the stairs that led you to your locker. You felt your phone buzzing and creeped it out of your jeans so you can look at it. “HONEY! My boss called me in today and I will be gone til the evening! I didn’t make any food, so please make yourself something, kay? Love you, sweetie and have fun in school! See you later! ❤” texted your mother. You sighed and put your phone back into your pocket. You thrudded the steps downwards and saw the many students walking and chatting and wondering where their next classes were. You sighed audibly and stepped towards your locker and started to open it. While you were jiggering the circle on your lock, a finger tapped on your shoulder. In surprise, you turned and saw him standing infront of you. His eyes met yours for a short while and then his gaze dropped to the floor. You felt the knot forming in your stomach as you watched his face. He smelled like his typical cologne and you inhaled it unnoticeable. Your eyes were roaming down his body, when you realized he was fumbling with his fingers. You liked his hands and examined them for a bit, when he suddenly hid his hand behind his back and cleared his throat. He opened his mouth and sighed slightly. “I wanted to ask if you want to go out with me. There is a really good film playing in the movies and I wanted… to know.. would you like to go there with me?” He blushed immensely and smiled nervously. You were taken aback when he said that. Your eyes and mouth wide open, you stared at him. You then slowly managed to nod and he let out a breath. His smiled, then relaxed and he looked lovingly in your eyes. “Is tonight okay for you? I know it’s sudden, but since todays Friday, maybe we could go today.” - “Yeah. Sure. Tonight is okay.” You always were a quiet person and you doubt it that he heard you, but he nodded and hugged you awkwardly. You wrapped your own arms around him and took a deep breath. After the bell rang, you two parted and he ran off to his next class, but not without a polite hand wave at you. You looked at the empty hall and sighed again, but this time out of happiness. With a wide smile plastered on your lips, you shut your lockers door, took your bag and ran towards the next class, delaying 10 minutes. - You dressed casually with just a bit of class. 'I look fine!’ you thought to yourself while you heard the bell ringing. You texted your mother that you’d be out and she was totally fine with it. With long steps, you emerged the door and opened to him. There he was. Tall. Brown hair. Brown eyes. He looked down at you and smiled. You did the same, grabbed your jacket and the keys and left the house. Without saying a word you arrived at the cinema and waited for the tickets. As you both approached the cashier you were walking beside him in complete silence. Your heart was beating fast, a lump formed in your throat, sweat starting to form on your forehead, heat invading your body. You blinked twice and held your breath. With a shy smile, you looked up at him and he giggled. The tickets were handed to you and you wanted to get your money to pay, but he already pushed his credit card towards the cashier and payed for you. “I asked you out. You are not going to pay” he said seriously and chuckled afterwards. He bought you something to drink and than you went to the movie. - You were still sitting in your seat, looking shocked at the screen infront of you as the credits rolled down. “HOW? Why did he die? I thought that Amanda saved him! They kissed and than it should have broken the spell, right?” You were completely surprised by the end and got up to get your jacket. You both talked about the movie and how it should have ended! You felt that the barrier of talking was gone, altough he let you talk on and on about the movie. As you were walking you noticed that it was a chilly night, so you held your jacket closer to yourself as he walked you home “Are you cold”, he asked. “No, it’s just a bit fresh”, you answered. He nodded and started to shrug out of his own jacket. “No, no! Really, I’m not that cold! And we’re not so far away from my home, so I have to bare with it. But thank you!” He nodded and put his jacket back on. After that, you walked silenty next to each other until you arrived at your porch and you two stood still. You looked nervously at your feet, when you felt fingers on your chin, pushing your head upwards. With a shy expression, you looked at him and smiled slightly. “You know, I think I have to tell you something”, he started and looked for other words. You tried to surpress the anxious feeling, but you even felt it in your fingertips. He then pressed his lips hesitantly against yours and let them melt into each other. You kissed him back and then felt his hands cupping your cheeks. You two parted and you both smiled widely at each other. “I don’t think I could understand you. Could you tell me that again”, you said and he just laughed a bit at your cheesy joke. “It would be my pleasure!” He said it with a mocking tone and pressed his whole body against yours and kissed you with a smile on both of your lips and this time the kiss lasted a bit longer. After you stopped kissing, he asked if you’ve enjoyed the evening. You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your forehead against his. ��I did, Jin.”

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Forever

Warnings: fluff, so much love!!

Summary: After being five years with Namjoon, he decides to talk with you about some things!

A/N: I just wanted to say that the reader is in school and has a part-time job!

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It was already dark outside and the streets were getting more silent, when your boyfriend still wasn’t home. You knew he worked long hours, but you were still worried. Something could have happened and you couldn’t do anything, because you weren’t with him. You didn’t like it when he had to be away for so long.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open and your pacing in the kitchen stopped as your head shot upwards, watching who came home. Namjoon stepped inside and sighed as the warmth engulfed him. You let out a breath, you didn’t know you held, and went towards Namjoon.

“Joonie, I missed you! God, I hate it when you have practice for so long!” Your boyfriend giggled and took you in his arms, stroking your back and nuzzling his face in your neckcrook.

“Ah! Jagiya, I missed you too! Today was especially bad! I wanted to get home so fast.” You two stayed there for a while, but than parted and you let Namjoon take off his shoes and jacket, so you could lead him towards your bedroom.

“Oppa, can you stay at home tomorrow? Please, I feel so alone all day without you around.” - “Jagi~. I can’t. We have our comeback soon and we have to practice!”

You pouted and let yourself fall onto the huge bed, while you watched Namjoon shedding himself out of his clothes, standing just in his underwear infront of you.

“Come here. Please. I don’t want to be without you anymore!” You said and reached your hand out to your boyfriend. He took your small hand in his bigger one and climbed next to you, into the bed. Namjoon laid on his back and you put your head on his chest, listening to his steady breathing and beating heart. Couple of seconds went by, when Namjoon started talking.

“Y/N. I love you so much. I’m so proud to have you as my girlfriend. The boys are jealous and I’m so happy about that, because you are just so perfect and everyone wishes they’d have an as amazing partner as you are! Ah, don’t ever change, please! Stay with me. Forever!”

With hooded eyes you looked at Namjoon and smiled, asking him what he meant and where this came from.

“I mean it, Jagiya. Promise me to stay with me forever. We are together now for five years and I can’t imagine living a life without you. I think about you every second when I have to practice and everytime when we are on stage I’m just thinking about the moment I can see you again! And I want to make you proud and I promise to work harder so that we can live a life without worries! I don’t want to miss you anymore.” A single tear slipped down your face, wettening your cheeck.

“Oh, Namjoon. I promise to stay with you! I know that I won’t love anyone just as much as I love you and I’m not giving you up! You are always on my mind! Wether I’m at home or at work or learning for the school. I love you, Joonie! Oh, I love you so much!” Your boyfriend smiled widely and kissed you slightly, but parting shortly afterwards.

“I love you, too. Yah, I’m so happy right now!” Namjoon squeezed you against himself and pressed some kisses all over your face, giving you the feeling that you are loved. You smiled, took his face in your hands and pressed your lips against his, kissing him for a rather long time. After breaking apart, you both breathed a bit heavier.

“Let’s sleep now, Jagi. I can’t imagine how tired you have to be because of worrying so much. We can talk tomorrow, when you join me at work!”

You cackled and let your head fall on his chest and you felt his hand against your back, caressing your skin and his lips pressed to your head, pressing few little pecks on your hair. Only mere seconds later and you were in deep sleep, dreaming about your future with Namjoon.