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He had caught onto Yoongi’s quick sleight of hand and went back to confront him. Yoongi was a full head taller than him at the time, but Jungkook still managed to beat him bloody and bruised. But instead of killing him, he did something completely unexpected. 

“Work for me.”

Spitting out some more blood, Yoongi stared up at the younger kid like he was crazy. “Why?”

“Because you have guts. Not many people try to steal from me. Come on, I’ll take you to my doctor.”

For nearly twelve years, Yoongi served the Jeon Family strongly and proudly. As Jungkook took his father’s place, that only rose Yoongi from foot soldier to one of the closest people in the inner workings of the Jeons. For a kid coming from nothing, Yoongi still couldn’t believe his life. But he could never picture leaving it. This was all he’d ever known: blood, pain, sex, money, drugs, and power. He didn’t know anything else, he wouldn’t know what else he could want. He would live and die in this life, that’s all he ever expected. 

Until one day, he simply took a wrong turn, and found himself wanting more. 

Jungkook had mentioned offhandedly that he would be talking with a certain business type to help expand his empire. It was expected, of course, for Yoongi to be there. So there he was, 7:30 pm standing outside a run down apartment complex, staring down at the address in his phone. 

127 Ocean Street, Apartment 413.

To say Yoongi was unsure if this was the place was an understatement. Typically Jungkook liked to hold his meetings in upscale clubs he owned downtown. Not places that looked something out of his own childhood. But trusting his boss’s word, he started towards the building.

Once he was outside of the apartment, he knocked on the door in the pattern that was so ingrained into him, it was almost second nature. He frowned when the door didn’t open right away. He waited a few beats more before he raised his fist again to knock for a second time, when the door swung open before him and instantly he knew he had made a mistake.

Standing before him was you, dressed in a black cocktail dress, hair and make up all done. Like you were all ready to go out for a dinner date. You didn’t look at all surprised to see a stranger at the door, in fact you seemed almost relieved. 

“Thank god! You must be the replacement sitter.” You left the door open for Yoongi, who simply stared at you in shock as you stepped away from the door. “What are you gonna stand there all night? Come in!”

Unable to form words in his mouth, he followed your orders, stepping into the apartment, shutting the door behind him. He stood by the door silently as you continued to fiddle with your appearance in your hallway mirror, putting on earrings.

“Eunji is asleep right now, she shouldn’t be up for a while. There’s breast milk in the fridge, so if she wakes up hungry, there’s that. I should only be gone a couple hours, but I shouldn’t be home any later than midnight,” you rattled off as you slipped on your shoes. Yoongi opened and closed his mouth several times, trying to tell you that he wasn’t your replacement, that he had the wrong house. But before he could even attempt to fully form the words, you grabbed your coat and headed for the door. “I’m so sorry, I’d give you a tour but I’m already running late and my boss will kill me if I’m not there before eight. Her crib is in the bedroom, first door on the left. Bye!” 

And you were gone, with the lock of the door. 

Frozen, he couldn’t move, staring at the door you had just left from. It was too late now, he couldn’t leave. There was a child, and by the sounds of it a baby, left in his care. Turning on his feet, he followed your instructions and walked further into the apartment. It was sparsely decorated, but scattered around the floor were children’s toys and playmats in between all the well loved furniture. 

When he approached the bedroom door, Yoongi regarded it for a moment before opening it. Yellow light from the room behind him bleed into the dark room, only illuminated by the nightlight, projecting stars and moons onto the walls. It looked like you had converted half of your bedroom into a nursery, judging from the full size bed and desk that were pushed to one side of the room. The crib, as you said, was there, pushed up against the wall; as well as a changing table, a basket of children’s books and a rocking chair. Cautiously, Yoongi approached it, careful not to make any loud noises that could possibly rouse the child. 

Standing above the crib, Yoongi stared down into it and sure enough, there was a sleeping baby. Something happened in that moment as he stared down into the cradle, there was a tightening in his chest and he felt as if he couldn’t look away.

Reaching into his pocket, he went for his phone, dialing Hoseok’s number without a second thought.

“Yoongi, where are you-?”

“Cover for me.”

“What? Yoongi, where are you, Jungkook isn’t going to start anything-”

“I’m preoccupied at the moment. Tell him. . . I don’t know. Tell him something. I can’t make it.”

With a huff, Hoseok agreed. “Whoever he is, he better be worth it,” he grumbled as he hung up. Yoongi could only hope that his friend would figure out a plausible, believable explanation for his absence

Returning his phone to his pocket, he continued to stare down at the child. Yoongi pulled the rocking chair up closer to the crib, sitting down stiffly as he never let his eyes leave the child for a moment.

This is fine, he thought to himself. He’d been on stakeouts before, keeping an eye on anyone who didn’t pay their dues or following around anyone who needed a protective detail. If you were gone a couple hours, this would be done and over in no time.

Yoongi just sat there and watched the child with an unwavering gaze. The baby (Eunji, that’s what you said her name was, right?) slept soundly, on occasion raising her small fists as she dreamt. He could feel the corner of his lips begin to tug, wanting to smile at the small creature. But just as the smile was beginning to crack, a knock on the door brought his lips back into a frown. 

Quietly, he left the baby alone again, trusting nothing should happen to her in the few moments he would be away. He peered through the peephole and saw someone outside the door, suddenly he remembered that whilst you had mistaken him for a replacement sitter, he forgot that the actual one would eventually arrive. He opened the door, and there before him was a young man who looked almost similar to him. There were a few moles here and there that separated them from each other, and hair color was completely different. But he could see how you would so easily confuse him for your replacement sitter. 

“Uh,” the young man was confused, no doubt not expecting Yoongi to be the one to answer the door. “Is this- Y/N’s apartment? I’m here to watch Eunji?”

He could’ve used this opportunity to escape, to free himself of watching a child he had no business with. But he felt that tightening in his heart again. No, he couldn’t leave this child. He couldn’t confuse and scare you that you had accidentally given your child off to a stranger (you had, but he didn’t want to risk any chance you’d go to the police either)

“I got her, don’t worry.”

“But wait-”

Without a second thought, Yoongi’s hand grabbed his wallet, pulled out a wad of cash and shoved it in the actual replacement sitter’s hand. “Take it. Shut up. Don’t ask any further questions.” With that he shut the door on the guy’s face. 

The slam of the door shook the walls, causing a small thud to echo through the house and suddenly the worst noise he could ever imagine started.

The baby started crying. 

Quick as he could, he ran back towards the bedroom. Her once peaceful sleeping face was now all scrunched up, small screams emanating from her tiny little lungs. 

This is not fine. 

In a panic, Yoongi scrambled for his phone again, dialing for Namjoon. 

“What is it, Min?” He could barely hear his voice over the muffled base of the music. 

“Don’t ask me any questions and do not breathe a word of this to anyone: how do I stop a baby from crying without killing it?”

“I’m sorry?” Yoongi could hear the smile in his voice. 

“Answer the question!” He hissed.

“Well, usually picking it up and rocking it would help soothe it, if not, you could feed it,” he answered in an amused tone. 

“How do I pick it up?”

“I don’t know. You just. . . pick it up.”

“Namjoon-”

“Goodbye, Yoongi.”

“Motherfucker,” he muttered to himself once he realized that Namjoon had hung up on him. Remembering the child in the room and he had just swore, he hissed out another couple curse words before finally managing to shut himself up enough. “Okay, picking up a baby. Easy-peasy,” he said as he shucked off his leather jacket, tossing it somewhere in the room and rolling up his sleeves. 

As he leaned down over the crib, he suddenly became acutely aware of the gun tucked into his pants, of the pills he had packed into the jacket he just chucked across the room, of how much pain and destruction his hands had caused. Surely he was not capable of handling such a small and fragile thing.

But the longer she cried, the more he couldn’t take it. Swallowing his doubts, he swooped up the baby into his arms, tucking her close against his chest. “There, there. It’s- it’s okay?” He said as he gently patted her back, bouncing his body up and down. “Your mom. . . your mom will be home soon. She’s going to a- a work thing, I guess. But she’ll be back soon. I promise. Then you’ll never have to see me again, okay?” She only cried harder at that. 

The longer he stood bouncing her, the more his body seemed to ache from the action. Before his legs could give out, he lowered himself back into the rocking chair. Leaning all the way back in the chair, Yoongi started to gently rock back and forth with ease. By some miracle, it worked. Her loud cries quickly softened into small blubbering hiccups. Yoongi himself almost started to sob, relieved she had stopped crying. 

After a few minutes, her hiccups had ceased. Turning his head to look at her, he wondered if she fell back asleep. He was surprised to see a pair of big eyes looking back at him. He felt uncomfortable under her small but steady gaze. “Uh, h-hi, Eunji.” He could’ve sworn there was a sparkle in her eye at her name. Could babies recognize their names at this size? How old was she even? He had so many questions that only you would have the answer to. He wondered if he would be able to ask you when you got home. Glancing down at his watch, it was only 8:15. Barely an hour since you’d left, but you’d be home soon enough. “I’m. . . I’m Yoongi.”

Whilst Yoongi had compared watching a sleeping baby to being on a stakeout, it was anything but. After she had cried her eyes out after being so rudely awoken, she had started crying again. He attempted to rock her back to sleep, but then he remembered Namjoon’s words: “If not, you could feed it.”

Keeping an arm tucked closely around Eunji, Yoongi lifted himself out of the chair, heading towards the small kitchenette. As you had said earlier, there were bottles of (what he presumed) was breast milk. Taped to the fridge were instructions on how to warm it to the perfect temperature. Following them to a T, he placed the bottle to Eunji’s lips and again, she sobbing stopped. Her small hands grasped at the bottle, tiny fingers grazing over his as he held the bottle steady. His eyes flickered down to her hands. How small and tiny her fingers were. Just barely he could feel the touch of her hand against his. 

“Never realized how. . . small babies are,” Yoongi found himself talking aloud. “Then again, never really encountered a lot of babies. . . Not since. . . not since foster care, I guess.”

When she finished her bottle, he set it down in the sink. He didn’t know what came over him but he laid her up right on his shoulder, patting her back gently to burp her. The action came on instinct, but he didn’t think to question it. 

All full, and tuckered out, Yoongi could see her eyes struggle to stay awake. Quietly, he made his way back into the bedroom, instead of laying her down in the crib, he settled back down in the rocking chair. Once she was asleep, he’d put her in the crib. That’s what he’d do. Yeah. 

Soon enough, small baby-like snores were emitting from Eunji. He could feel the small puffs of her breath against his neck. He smiled, never feeling so. . . so comforted by an action. He made an effort to stand but the moment she made a noise of discomfort, he stopped. Perhaps she wasn’t fully asleep yet. He waited a few more minutes before trying again, and again she stirred. Relaxing back into the chair, guessing he was stuck there. Unsure what else to do, he just held the sleeping baby in his arms, staring at the wall. 

It wasn’t until close to eleven when you returned home, and Yoongi was still seated in the rocking chair, his back stiff and achy.

“I’m home!” You softly announced, he could hear you taking off your heels in the entry hall.  

“Bedroom,” he responded, wincing at the way Eunji flinched when he raised his voice barely an octave. Within moments, you stood at the door frame, surprised but a smile on your face.

“Oh, wow.”

“She fell asleep and I didn’t want to move her. She wakes up so easily,” he tried to explain as you walked over to him. Yoongi stilled as you reached your arms around your daughter, gently lifting her out of his arms. He watched with awe as Eunji didn’t cry or fuss as you tucked her back into her crib, as if she knew by instinct her mother was home and she was safe again. 

Once she was laid down in the crib again, you turned to Yoongi, who still sat defeatedly in the rocking chair. Yoongi had stared down drug lords, gangbangers, and all other criminal sorts before, but sitting under your gaze as you just looked at him, he felt small. Unsure what else to do, he stood up, grabbing his jacket from the floor and putting it on.

“She likes you.”

“What?”

“She’s never fallen asleep like that,” you explained. “She hates when anyone besides me picks her up. You’re the first one.” 

Yoongi shrugged, unsure of what to say. 

You bit your lip before continuing. “I’ll walk you out.”

“Thank you.” He followed after you at a slow pace, a strange feeling of melancholy washing over him. You stopped just before the door, he watched as you grabbed your clutch, digging through it before handing him a couple twenties. He shook his head. “No need.”

You frowned at that. “Are-are you sure?”

“You don’t have to pay me, it’s fine.” 

“I-uh, okay.” You put the money away. 

Reaching past you, Yoongi unlocked the door, opening it for himself. “Have a good night.”

Just as he was about to step out the door, you grabbed his wrist. “Wait!” He stared at you in shock. You seemingly mirrored his expression, surprised by your own brazenness. “I actually was wondering if I could possibly get your number? I know Nuri sent you over, but she didn’t give me your number. But considering Eunji actually likes you. . . Could you possibly help me out again next week?”

Yoongi knew he shouldn’t. Every logical atom in him was practically screaming at him not to. But he could see in your eyes that you needed help, desperately. He couldn’t explain it, but he wanted to be that help. He wanted to help you. 

Silently, he nodded. 

You broke out into a grin, again that familiar pull on his heart was felt. “Perfect! Um, what’s your number?” You went for your bag again, scrambling to grab your phone. Slowly, he gave you the number of his phone. You typed out a quick message into your phone, pressing send. He felt a buzz in his pocket. 

“Got it,” he assured you.

“Great, and it’s Hyeon- right?”

Yoongi opened his mouth to correct you, but stopped himself. He shouldn’t give you his real name if he was to continue under the guise of the replacement sitter, he should use that name. “Yeah, Hyeon,” he said, stepping outside your apartment.

“Alright, get home safe!”

He couldn’t recall the last time someone told him to get home safe. “I will. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” 

With that, you closed the door. Yoongi stared at the door a few moments longer, still trying to fully comprehend that that truly did happen.

As it turned out, Hoseok had let it be known that Yoongi was at a different type of club and he was a bit. . . tied up to be there. He was relieved that Jungkook took it in good humor, ever since he’d come across Young, he’s been different. Still stern to the rest of his foot soldiers or business partners, but allowed himself to express more. Or as Yoongi had put it on occasion, ‘Not have a stick up his ass all the time’.

By the time Yoongi returned to his own apartment, he had an assortment of different texts from Hoseok, Namjoon, and Jungkook. But he ignored them all, seeing your message at the top of his screen. You’d already texted him the details for next week, Thursday morning, wanting him to watch over Eunji whilst you attended a three hour video conference. He could do that, he already managed to survive one babysitting gig. How hard could it really be?

The week flew by, having been full of running errands for Jungkook to make up for his absence. It ranged from watching over him and Young as they went on a date, collecting fees from loaners, and ensuring the distribution of product was getting out onto the street. 

With each passing day, he found himself looking forward to seeing you again. It was odd to him, having only met you once, but he felt a connection to you. Yoongi wasn’t sure if he should be scared or happy about it. 

Eventually Thursday morning rolled around and he found himself in front of your door again. This time prepared for what’s to come. He’d swapped out his leather jacket for a woolen pullover and his nice button up with a softer T-shirt. He had silently debated on whether or not he could bring his gun inside, but considering you would be home, he didn’t want to risk it, leaving it in the glove compartment. Taking a breath, he knocked on the door, not bothering with any specific code. In a matter of seconds, you swung open the door, a wide awake Eunji in your arms. 

“Hyeon, you’re just in time!” You exclaimed, a smile on your face. You were dressed a bit oddly. From the waist up, you looked picture perfect business casual. A pastel colored blouse, paired with nicely done hair and makeup. From the waist down, you were wearing sweats and mismatched socks. As if you’d noticed him taking in his appearance, you quickly explained. “Video conference, they can’t see me from here up so, didn’t bother looking all nice.” 

Eunji turned and looked at Yoongi, the small child’s eyes wide and curious. Yoongi gave her a closed mouth smile, unsure if she would even remember him. She smiled back, an opened mouth grin that was all gums and no teeth. 

“Can you say ‘hi’, Eunji?” You asked your daughter. She made a few happy sounding gurgles in response. “Good girl!” You cheered before looking back at Yoongi. “Come on in!” You stepped aside, allowing him space to enter. He shuffled past you, looking around the sunlight filled apartment. “So the meeting will just be a couple hours, I’ll just be in the next room. She’s already ate, so if she’s crying for a nap. If she scrunches her nose all funny, it’s time for a diaper change. In the meantime, just play with her. She likes Mozart, FYI.”

It took all his strength to not visibly grimace at the idea of a diaper change, but he nodded. “Diaper change, nap, play, Mozart,” he repeated. 

You revered Yoongi in an odd way, but said nothing about it. “Alright, the meeting is in five. Guess that means I’ll pass her over to you.” You began rearranging Eunji in your arms, ready to pass her off into his. He stiffened slightly as she made a small cry for you, but when she looked up at Yoongi, the noise stopped in her throat. “See, she likes you.” With that, you went into the bedroom, closing the door behind you.

Yoongi stood there for a moment, staring at the door, feeling different than the last time you’d left him. A small swirly feeling in his gut. Unsure what to make of it, he looked down to the small child in his arms. He felt awkward and stiff holding her, but she made no fuss. Only staring up at him with big eyes, did she recognize him?

“Okay. . . let’s get you to your toys, I guess,” he muttered as he carefully maneuvered his way over to the mess of toys beside the couch. At a snail’s pace, he lowered himself to the ground. He resituated Eunji in his arms, tucking his hands underneath her arms, holding her at arm’s length. “And sit,” he said, sitting her down across from him. Loosening his hold on her, he watched as she wobbled in place before leaning forward, pushing the boundaries of her abilities. Clearly, she wasn’t too strong to sit up all by herself yet as she leaned forward too far, almost falling smack on her face. Thankfully for his quick reflexes, Yoongi snatched her right back up. “Okay, you’re sitting here then.” He pulled her onto his lap, keeping one hand firm across her body like a seatbelt. “I’m bringing the toys to you.” With a stretch of his arm, he grabbed the nearest toy, a giraffe blanket type-thing that rattled as he picked it up. “Want this?” Yoongi asked, holding it to Eunji. She looked at it for a split second before smacking at it in his hand. “That’s a no,” he tossed the toy aside, grabbing the next one, a small plastic green keyboard with a butterfly on it. “What about this one?” Yoongi asked, pressing down on one of the keys, playing a note. Eunji’s eyes immediately zeroed in on the keyboard, making grabby hands for it. He brought the toy closer, playing it within her arms reach. She banged on it for a few minutes, uncoordinated and random notes of music filling the air. 

That continued on for the next twenty or so minutes, Yoongi dragging a toy close to her and waiting for her judgment. Sometimes she’d slap it away, sometimes she’d play with it for a few minutes before shoving it aside. He’ll admit, it was entertaining, listening to her babble and smack about toys. Never in a million years would’ve he thought he’d be doing this, something so soft and caring. He couldn’t imagine it, him with a child, yet here he was as if it was the most normal thing to him. 

It all went south about an hour in. Eunji was quiet for a long time, not quite interested in any of her toys anymore, no matter how much Yoongi dangled one in front of her eyes. Then he smelled it. “Shit,” he muttered to himself, picking up the child. “Did you poop?” Instead of that go-lucky smile she had on earlier, her face was all pinched. “You’re pooping,” he clarified, remembering what you said about her making a face. With a sigh, he lifted her up. “Diaper change, diaper change. . . I can change a diaper.”

Contrary to what he said, Yoongi could not change a diaper. He stood at the changing table, absolutely dumbfounded. He’s seen way grosser things; brains splattered against glass, cleaned up vomit and blood out of his car, stitched up wounds, and set bones. But he was frozen at the idea of changing an infant’s diaper. 

But he couldn’t back down now. He was in too deep. Holding his breath, he began to unbutton Eunji’s onesie, leaving her naked, spare the giant bag of cotton wrapped around her bum. “So you need a clean diaper, which are here,” he said as he sifted through drawers, easily finding them and pulling out a fresh one, “and wipes.” He grabbed the small box. Everything prepped and ready, Yoongi looked Eunji in the eyes. “Hey, look at me. Look at me. You stay still and let me clean you. You got that?” 

The baby only giggled in response. 

Ten agonizing minutes of struggling, gagging, mumbling curse words under his breath, and down a sweatshirt, Eunji was freshly dressed in a new diaper and back in her clothes. “I really hope you don’t retain any of those words, kid. Don’t want your mom thinking I’m a bad influence.”

Eunji was back in his arms, happy and content, and hopeful she’d remain that way for the time being. Yoongi returned to the floor, setting her down this time on her stomach on a blanket. He placed some of the various toys she was playing with earlier in front of her, hoping to entertain her. Yoongi sat off beside her, simply watching her bang away at the toy piano and strangle various stuffed animals when his phone buzzed in his pocket. 

Without a second thought, he answered it. “Min.”

“There's a situation going down at the pier.” Hoseok’s voice responded on the other end.

“How bad?”

“Just a couple Hwangs, caught trying to take inventory.”

Eyes still trained on Eunji. “I’m busy.”

“Busy with what? Min, we need you here, now!”

He knew he should go, it was his job, his lifestyle. But instead Yoongi found himself struggling, unable to depart from the small child that was placed under his care. “Doesn’t matter. Besides I’m on the other side of town, I won’t get there in time.”

“I swear, if you’re just getting ass-”

Yoongi hung up the phone before Hoseok could finish. 

It was another hour before you emerged from your bedroom, no longer half dressed in office clothes. You were wearing more casual clothing, looking far more relaxed now that the meeting was over. Eunji’s head immediately snapped in your direction, joyous sounds coming from her as you swooped down and picked her up. 

“Hi there, sweet girl. Were you good for Hyeon?” You cooed as you nuzzled your daughter. Yoongi’s heart swelled at the sight, before standing up from his place on the floor. “She didn’t cause you too much trouble?”

He shook his head. “She was fine, really. Although, uh, there was a bit of fall out changing her diaper.” Glancing at his discarded hoodie in the hamper. 

“Ah, I’ll clean that up for you. You can pick it up next time. That sound okay with you?” You said, casually. 

Again, ignoring the deep instinct to deny you, telling him to leave you and your daughter alone, he nodded. Yoongi could not fathom why he was so drawn to your family, how kind and compassionate you were to him, even if you only spoke with him a few times. He knew better than to get too involved, but for some unknown reason he couldn’t stop himself. 

These babysitting gigs continued on for the following months, each time growing closer and closer to you and Eunji. Before he knew it, he wasn’t even sure if these visits would even qualify as visits. You’d invited him to the zoo, to a children’s museum, to the beach, to a local pool. All under the guise of him supposed to be babysitting your darling daughter, but rarely did you leave him alone with Eunji, you were always there by his side. It wasn’t always going out though, there were days when you still needed him late to watch her, whilst you went out for some work dinner or meeting. But everytime you came back, you offered him to stay a while longer, have a beer or stay for dinner. Yoongi wasn’t an idiot, he knew why you would ask him to stay longer. It would be a bad idea to get any more involved with you than he already had. But each time without fail, he said yes. 

His times with you felt like a dream compared to his real life. Each time he had to say goodbye to you, he was reminded of the life he truly lived. Yoongi was grateful for Hoseok being able to cover him, but each time he had to make up for it by doing the most brutal tasks. With blood on his hands, Yoongi’s mind would wander to you, how disgusted you would be at his true self. He could almost hear Eunji’s horrified screams at his bloodied state. 

------- that’s all i had written ------

Overtime realizes that the reader likes him and hence why she calls him like every week just to watch baby for an hour and he’s like really awkward but he slowly catches feelings for her and is very protective of baby

One night she reads signals wrong and kisses him and is like “im so sorry i didn’t-” he cuts her off with a kiss “you’re okay” maybe they start making out and get busy, then baby starts crying and he’s like “i should go”

It's only hours later that he’s getting a call from the hospital that her house/apartment was set ablaze (enuji and reader are fine, because of smoke they had to go either way bc baby)

Yoongi slightly loses it, and goes over to the hospital and takes you to his home

Car ride is quiet to his house, when he explains everything, reader rightfully freaks out because he’s a mafia member, she trusted her baby with a literal killer and locks herself in his room and he’s like “okay”

He calls jungkook and he offers her the same thing he offered his boyfriend (now fiance bc he proposed) (be sure to congratulate them); she asks to think about it

For the next couple days, Reader stays with him because yoongi doesn’t want her to leave his sight 

Reader stays in yoongi’s room, enjoys the smell of his sheets

Yoongi tells reader that if she wants to leave, he wants to go with her. He’ll leave the mafia behind, he’ll go straight. He just wants to be with her, he sees a life and a future with her, something he never thought he’d have the chance before 

With baby in other room, maybe smut

Morning after he wakes up and she’s gone

Yoongi throws a fit because she’s gone, took the baby and left, not even a note. Yoongi blows up on jungkook for not telling him she had made the decision already, but he said “i can’t do this” and storms out. 

Cut to a few years later. Yoongi has been long since out of the, ending up in ireland. He’s sitting along the coastline, enjoying the ocean air. When a toddler bounces over over to him

He’s rusty with his kid skills, but he’s like “woah, where is your mother?” bc another korean person in ireland is like ‘ayo?’ but theres something about this baby that looks familiar?

The baby’s mother runs up to him like ‘oh my goodness, im so sor-’ and low and behold its the reader! She looks different, hair color and length, as well as some aging, but he knows her. He always will. He wants to say something but another voice from another person interrupts. He stumbles over his words before realizing he needs to let her go. They can never be. So he says goodbye to little enuji and reader, for the last time

Standing in the shower, you let the hot water roll down your body as you thought over and over again of Jeongguk’s words. They were so simple and clear, yet you couldn’t think straight about what in the world they meant! Closing your eyes, you splashed some water in your face, you needed to stop stressing about it. At least for right now.

So deep in your thoughts, you didn’t hear the shower curtain be pulled open. A gentle hand on your shoulder partially startled you until you saw it was Yoongi behind you, just as naked as you were. 

“You okay there, pretty?” His voice was soft as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Yeah, just. . . feeling like I’m losing my mind,” you huffed as you leaned back into his embrace.

“Well then.” Yoongi dragged his lips over the shell of your ear. “Why don’t you let me help you lose it a bit more?”

You let out a snort as you turned in his arms. “You’re ridiculous”

“And you love me for it,” he teased as his hands rested on your hips, slowly backing you up against the wall. Already you could feel his hard-on pressing up against your thigh.

“Unfortunately so.”

He chuckled as he brought his lips to yours. You snaked your arms around his shoulders in a poor attempt to bring him closer as he pressed you up against the tile. Yoongi abandoned your mouth to kiss down your jawline, a soft moan escaped your lips as your eyes fluttered shut.

One of Yoongi’s large hands splayed over your thigh, pulling your leg to hook around his waist, opening you up for him. You could feel his cock sliding over your folds, giving you the tiniest bit of friction. 

“Yoongi, please,” you whined as your fist knotted in his hair, eliciting a groan from him.

“Patience, pretty. Patience.” You could feel his smirk as he continued kissing and biting down your neck. Any and all thoughts that didn’t revolve around Yoongi were suddenly thrown out the window, all you cared about in that moment was him. How you needed him inside you.

You opened your eyes wanting to look at Yoongi but your breath caught in your throat as your gaze was met by Jeongguk’s dark eyes, standing in the middle of the bathroom as he peered into the open shower. He didn’t say or do anything, simply watched the two of your curiously, his head slightly cocked to the side. 

For a moment, one split moment, you debated on whether or not to tell Yoongi that Jeongguk was behind him, watching. You couldn't deny how your body grew even hotter at the mere concept, but you couldn’t do that. No.

Snapping yourself out of it, you smacked Yoongi’s shoulder. “Jeongguk,” hissing out the siren’s name to your boyfriend. Quickly, he pushed you behind him, obscuring your naked body out of sight with his own. You had no idea when or where Yoongi had suddenly become comfortable being unabashedly nude in front of others, but you decided not to question it any further, still reeling at your own thoughts.

“Jeongguk, the door was closed. Privacy, please?” He asked the younger one, slightly exasperated.

“Privacy,” he repeated.

“Alone, undisturbed,” Yoongi defined, “We’ll be out in a sec, just- just go. Please.” He pointed out the door. Jeongguk seemingly understood as you watched from behind Yoongi’s shoulder as he turned on his heel and walked back out the door of the bathroom, shutting it.

Yoongi’s shoulders sagged once he was out, relieved. “I honestly forgot he was here for a moment.”

You chuckled nervously in response as you turned to face the shower stream, trying to calm your wildly beating heart. Never before have you ever been interested in being watched. Sure, you and Yoongi were adventurous from time to time, but it was always just the two of you. If you were ever interrupted, you would stop. So for you to suddenly be okay with Jeongguk watching, you threw yourself for a loop.

By the time the two of you were out of the shower and dressed, you found Jeongguk sitting at the foot of your bed, watching yet another movie on the television. Before you were confused as to why he watched so many TV shows and movies, then repeating the lines to you and Yoongi. But after learning what exactly he was, it clicked. He was learning, trying to figure out how to communicate. It was fascinating how fast he was able to catch on, despite still struggling in some areas.

“Alright, so do you wanna head into work today or should I?” Yoongi asked as he poured his coffee into a mug. 

“Work?” Jeongguk called from over on the bed, his head cocked to the side.

“Uh, work? It’s uhh. . . It’s what we do when we leave the house. We study fish,” you explained. 

“Can I go work?”

“I. . .uh. . . I guess? He can come with us, right?” You looked over to Yoongi, trying to see if he had any input. 

“As long as we keep him from the expensive equipment, I think we’ll be good.” He gave a shrug as he took a sip of his coffee. “Maybe he could help us a bit with finding his pod too?”

That was also a good point, with the help of some of the lab equipment you could try and narrow down possible locations of where the pod might be. It was worth a shot. “Alright, that settles it. Jeongguk, let’s get you changed. You’re coming to work with us.”

“Work!”

----- that's all that was written for part 7 -----

Yoongi and reader take turns going to work and watching jeongguk until they’re like, okay he needs us both, he comes to work and they search more for his pod. Tells them hunting stuff etc etc

They’re really fascinated by it and against bring up conflict of scientific discovery vs they ruin this species way of life

(overhear reports of fishing boats sinking)(look into fishermen disappearing more)

Go back home and then the sleep thing. Normally jeongguk sleeps on the couch but lately they’ve noticed that he kinda stares at them over their bed, so he joins them, sleeping in the middle of it (copies their nightly routine and kisses them goodnight)

PART 8

Starts being more noticeable that jeongguk is getting more irritable and more touchy with both of them

He even starts mimicking things they do to each other (calling them nicknames “pretty” “love” “babe”), kissing them, it surprises them both

But then it starts to get more sensual. Reader and yoongi are like “im okay with this are you okay with this?” kinda talk

Turns out he’s going into a rut and he’s like, “i don’t know what to do”

They try to leave him to do his own thing but eventually he’s like begging and pleading like “please, i need- i need it” and they fuck

You at first just look to yoongi because it’s his call and he’s like “come here baby”

Soft sex featuring sub koo, dom yoongi, switch reader 

Yoongi tells reader to kiss jeongguk and she does, while yoongi is feeling a lot of emotions of seeing her kiss someone else

Yoongi then tells koo to kiss him and reader peppers his neck with kisses and he whines about it; while yoongi’s hand travels lower on koo and starts stroking him

Whiney jk that pouts as he’s being played with

reader coos at him asking what he wants “mouth, pretty’s mouth” and she sucks him off, yoongi whispering dirty things in his ear. He cums in her mouth 

He has stamina bc he’s fucking strong; up again in no time

Yoongi then has reader and jk suck him off, basically making out over his cock

Before he cums, he has them stop and tells koo to enter yn

While he does so, he fingers jk’s ass; prepping him 

Then he starts fucking jk’s ass, all of his pounding gets transferred to reader too

Jk cums in her and gets overstimulated; yoongi comes in jk’s ass

(mating marks happen idk yet)

Jeongguk is exhausted and reader’s a bit worn out and don’t leave him yet, yoongi goes to get towels to clean them both up

Aftercare good night

PART 9

Overheard on the news that a fisherman’s entire crew was attacked by “crazy wild fish people” and jungkook perks up and is like “them! Them!”

They found the pod 

They run into a storm on the way there and apparently jeongguk has been missed by his pod as when they get into those waters, the ship starts to get attacked by sirens 

His pod assumes they took him and experimented on him, so they go to kill them

Jeongguk is like “no im here! It’s okay look! I want to go home!” but its too late, reader ends up getting stabbed by one of their spears and jeongguk freaks out bc he’s mated with her and yoongi and now he’s being forcefully separated

Yoongi manages to call the coast guard and gets her to the hospital in time, says there was an accident or something idk 

She lives and yoongi is happy and they’re both kinda sad that jeongguk is gone

PART 10

They manage to go one with their own lives for a few months and they can’t help but feel empty at the loss of jeongguk

Till there’s a knock at the door and it’s jeongguk again, who is badly beaten and hurt

Turns out because he mated to humans, he was banished (can’t mate with humans)

But anyways he wants to stay with reader and yoongi and they’re just concerned “what if you dry out and what if someone sees you”

It becomes complicated and they sleep on it but they’re happy jeongguk is back with them

Namjoon is a kinky dom but he likes getting his ass stuffed so he struggles a lot with finding a good partner that’s a sub but also a top

Enter you and he’s just big ol heart eyes for you

This is just pwp

Reader is tied up and namjoon is playing with his dick, already working himself open

You whine and cry as namjoon lowers himself onto you 

“You feel. . .  so good. . .” you buck your hips up to try and get more but he stops you

“No little boy, i'm in control here. You watch me fuck your cock and you don’t come until i say so”

You fuck and you’re whining and begging to cum and he’s like okay little boy and you come

Huzzah

Then namjoon shoots a child in your mouth lmao

It was one of the last tasks you had for the day and truly you dreaded doing it every single time. Especially as of lately as daylight savings came around and suddenly it started getting darker earlier, so large grotesque creatures glare down at you as you scrape them clean of the moss and bird poop that had gathered on them. However, the church had a heavy preference that you were to focus on the main seven gargoyles that lined along side the hall way between the sanctuary and the church yard. The statues were more humanoid than the others, having more softer features rather than the usual creepy faces one would associate with gargoyles. Apparently the church acquired them a few years ago, scalvaging them from a castle overseas. You’d admit, these ones freaked you out a bit less, but their large demeanor didn’t make them any less terrifying in the dark.

Behind you, the sky was a brilliant burnt orange as the sun began to set. Any moment it would disappear beyond the horizon, leaving you in the dark. Staring up at the first one in the line up, you gathered up your solution and began the process to clean the stone creatures. Holding it’s chin in your hand, you began gently brushing the side of its face. This one always felt a bit temperamental, the positioning of its hand cradling its face like it was the Thinker. Every so often, you found yourself staring at it, admiring the skilled craftsman ship on how they made it look so realistic.

“You know,” you huffed out as you scrubbed down its face to its neck. “If you didn’t have these horns. And this grim look on your face.” You patted its cheek. “You should smile more often,” you chuckled to yourself. 

A deafening crack echoed in your ears. Removing your hand, you noticed a long crack going down the face of the gargoyle.

“What the-“

You were cut off by another loud noise, the crack growing bigger and bigger. Eyes growing wide, you stumble back, falling onto the bushes surrounding the statues. You stared up in horror as the stone continued to fracture all over the gargoyle’s body. With a snap all the stone broke away from it, revealing a man! A large winged blue man! 

Similar noises were heard all along the line of gargoyles, one by one, they all broke free of the granite surrounding them. Above you, the blue man held his hand out for you.

“Are you alright?”

Unable to speak, you rolled around in the bush until you fell out. You had to get out of there. You were seeing things. Maybe you were drugged. Yeah, definitely drugged. The flutter of wings rings in your ears as you scrambled to your feet, until an equally large purple man jumped down in front of you.

“Where are you going?”

You aren’t exactly sure what happened next as the world went black.

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Goliath: Namjoon

Demona: Jin

Hudson: Yoongi 

Brooklyn: Jungkook

Broadway: Hobi

Lexington: Taehyung

Angela: Jimin

(colorwise, not shape wise)

YN is not eliza bc acab lmao

EDIT WHEN I GET TO ACTUAL LAPTOP BC IM LAZY: perhaps the gargoyles were moved to like a church or a building and reader is supposed to clean them, so when the curse breaks she’s suddenly cleaning sexy half naked and HUGE men

also all of them are 6 feet+ to show how fucking huge they are 

Same curse as the show; but this time it’s just a couple hundred years

They all are those colors and have wings and horns

They were all mated to each other at the castle they protected but always felt a piece was missing; it’s not till after the curse they they were placed as gargoyles on top of a tall apartment building/clock tower where reader often goes to hide away

When she sees them transform she rightfully freaks out because duh

Namjoon cuts her off before she manages to escape and she’s like “please don’t kill me”

They’re all confused, why would they kill a human that they’ve sworn to protect (they think they’re still at the castle)

Taehyung manages to calm her down, get her to stop freaking out over the fact that gargoyles literally came to life

They ask her what happened to the castle and she’s like what

They allow her to leave only if she agree to return again later and she does

she goes home and do research on the new gargoyles that were put in place

she learns the legends behind them and when she returns to them she tells them about it

They’re like “all the eggs. . they’re gone. . we’re the only ones left”

she feel sorry for them and promise to keep them company if they so wish

she bring them commodities like phones, tv, computers, books, and such to keep them entertained

They don’t really be superheroes bc i'm lazy and this is romance 

They slowly realize that she’s their missing piece and try to court her and she’s like pardon

she doesn’t accept at first but slowly she adjust to them and listen to them and agree

maybe they gargoyles are threatened to be torn down because people are freaked out by them

She does everything she can to keep them there, saying how they’re hundreds of years old and were just brought here, they can’t just tear them down because they think they’re freaky

She wins and saves their lives and they’re grateful

Trans reader angst story oops

Reader is in poly relationship with jimin and jungkook

You really did love both of them a lot, they’re great but there was always something about jungkook that itched at your brain in the way he treated you

Always liking it when you appeared a bit more feminine in your clothes when you honestly preferred to have more masculine stuff

Jimin always treated you and respected your identity not bringing it up unless you thought it necessary but jungkook brought it up constantly

One night the three of you are having sex

Reader is lying on jimin and jungkook is on top so jikook sandwich

Jimin is squeezing and paying with nipples, sucking hickies and whispering dirty things

Jungkook puts his dick in reader and at first it’s good but then he starts saying stuff like “fuck i love fucking this boy pussy so much” which causes you to freeze 

jimin can feel you’re tense and before he can ask what’s wrong jungkook says “you like me fucking this tranny boy pussy? Do you?”

You become frantic shaking your head no, and jk doesn’t see the discomfort on your face

Jimin slowly starts to realize what’s going on as you open your mouth and scream your safeword 

Jimin quickly pulls you away from jungkook and he’s frozen

You cry as jimin holds you away from jungkook

“Y/N i'm so sorry-”

“Don’t Jungkook.” Jimin picks you up and takes you to the bathroom, sets you in the shower as you cry

You don’t let go of him as the water runs down your back, while it does calm you down you feel way too exposed and gross and you want to tear off your skin

After shower dries you off, not saying anything because he knows that when it comes to comforting dysphoria, being told certain things feels weird

Dresses you then takes you to bed

Jimin meets jungkook in the living room and is like dude what the fuck

“Sorry i got . . carried away”

“Carried away with what? You’ve never done that before and you know how he-” then he starts putting everything together

Jk has been fetishizing you

You hear this and you subsequently freak out, yelling and throwing things at JK telling him to get out

Jimin holds you back as you start crying

“Go. Don’t bother coming back.”

JK is dejected but he complies

Leaving you and jimin both broken hearted

He’s wounded badly and you know he needs help 

He wakes up as you’re cutting him free and he rightfully freaks out and is like “get away from me!!” he hisses bc pain

You tell him not to move bc he’s hurt and you know first aid so you tell him to stay there

You go in your house, turn on the large bath then run out with the wheelbarrow that usually is for carrying wood

You manage to wheel him into house and get him into the bath 

He’s surprisingly trusting of you and you ask why and he’s like “mer people can sense people with good intentions” and you’re like oh?

He’s there for a good few days, you bring him raw fish to eat and he’s happy

On the third day you come back and he’s standing in your bathroom naked and you scream bc he’s a naked man

“You could do that the whole time!?” “well i didn’t think it was possible but yeah”

You take him out on the town for fun

You dance around and have fun and goof off and have a day of it

You realize you kinda like him and you go to kiss him and he’s like no, no kiss and runs off

You’re hurt bc you got rejected and duh it fucking sucks

He’s not back at the house so you assume he went back into the ocean and you’re sad bc no proper goodbye

Next day he returns and is like “i'm sorry for that, just when a merperson kisses a human they lose their tail permanently” and you’re like oh. 

He says goodbye and you wish him well