Maybe, Baby - Part 2/?
Part O N E || Part T W O || *coming soon* Word Count: 2,168 Themes: AU, Angst, Family, mafia!taehyun Triggers: N/A A/N: So this was due last week but I had some hospital drama. Finally home and on bed rest, so until Monday I have nothing to do but write. Enjoy.
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At exactly 3 oâclock in the morning, you saw a car pull up outside your work. Glancing at your manager, you could see that she wanted about to complain about customers showing up right on closing. The two of you usually had a good laugh about it after she had turned them away. You saw Yoongi climb elegantly out of the car and walk around to the passenger side to lean against the hood of the car. âHeâs here for me.â You sighed, answering your managerâs questioning gaze. âItâs about time you started dating.â She teased, eyeing Yoongiâs body appreciatively. âHeâs fine.â Youâd been working at the bar, doing the same shift, since youâd first moved to Seoul. Your current manager, Juhyun, had started six months before you and the two of you had built a strong friendship during your time working there. Aside from Jiaâs mum, Alice, Juhyun knew the most about you and Caliâs past.
When Yoongi saw you move from behind the bar, he stepped closer to the building to open the door for you. That was when Juhyun noticed Yoongiâs face. âOh, girl, you have a lot to share tomorrow night.â She whistled, low under her breath, as the door opened and you grabbed your coat and backpack. âItâs not like that.â You muttered as you strolled, nervously, toward your childhood love. âIâll see you tomorrow night.â âYeah you will.â Yoongi took your bag from you and threw it over his shoulder as you passed through the door. He ignored your protests and made his way to his car, with you following close behind. He held open your door and, despite the mood you were in, you slid into the car.
For your whole shift, youâd stewed in your own annoyance and nerves until you were just itching fight. How had you been so stupid to think that everything would be alright, that Yoongi wouldnât show up and ruin everything? How could you just let him squeeze his way into the life you had built with Cali from rock bottom up? Why were you so nervous about spending time with the boy who had abandoned you? That thought had made you mad. The last eleven years of your life had been about Cali. Youâd let yourself and everyone think that you didnât want Cali to get hurt by dating again but, really, you were afraid of getting hurt. So, by the time you were sitting in a silent car with Yoongi - who you could tell had done some stewing of his own - the atmosphere was that of a powder keg ready to blow. Youâd barely made it ten minutes away from the bar before Yoongi was pulling over and angrily parking his car. âLook, I get it.â He began, his voice low. âI get that I gave you no clue as to where I was going-â âOr that you were going at all.â You sassed back, unbuckling your seat belt and throwing open the passenger door. âYeah or that.â Yoongi growled, unbuckling his own belt and climbing out of the car. âI get it, I fucked up but it wasnât my choice. Do you honestly think I wanted to leave you? After everything weâd been through? After all that fighting we did to be together? You father hated m-â âRegardless of what I thought, can you blame me? I was fifteen, the boy - my best friend and the love of my life - who Iâd lost my virginity to the day before suddenly up and left without so much as a warning. Not to mention, I found out I was pregnant two months later to said boy which lead to me being kicked out of home a month before I gave birth to his child. So forgive me for stewing over it for almost twelve years. Sheâll be eleven on Valentineâs Day, by the way.â Yoongiâs eyes softened for a moment at the little piece of information you had given his about his daughter before the fire was once again burning. âIâm not mad at you. Well, a little for not tracking me down, but Iâm mostly mad at myself and my family. I should have been there to find all these little things out for myself. What father doesnât know his own childâs birthday until sheâs almost eleven?â He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. It was then that you noticed that Yoongi was as put together has he had been this afternoon. His tie had been loosened and his jacket was wrinkled. His hair had also been mussed before he ran his fingers through it. Yoongi was nervous. You wouldnât have been surprised if heâd contemplated not showing up at least a dozen times before he showed up. Having coffee with your ex-girlfriend was one thing, picking up your ex-girlfriend and mother of your previously unknown child from work was something completely different.
âPlease get back in the car. Letâs go to my place and we can talk. I donât want to have this conversation in the middle of the street.â âI canât go to your place, Yoongi.â You sighed, you found him too irresistible to be alone with him. âIâm not going to touch you. I just want to talk.â He smirked slightly and your couldnât help your stomach twisting with lust. âI figured you wouldnât want to bring me back to your house with Cali there.â He had a point. Alice would be there looking after Cali and she wasnât ready to deal with that conversation. Opening the door to Yoongiâs car you put one foot into the car. âNo funny business.â You said lightly before lowering yourself into his car.
Yoongiâs apartment was worlds away from the small home heâd been raised in. Whatever job he had now, the near poverty heâd been raised in was a thing of the past. You couldnât help but feel relieved that you hadnât invited him into your modest one bedroom apartment. This was a palace compared to what you and your child called home. You stood awkwardly in the doorway as Yoongi kicked off his shoes and strode into the apartment. It wasnât too late to run. You could call a taxi if he refused to take you home. âCold feet?â He smirked, raising a teasing eyebrow. âNo.â You replied, kicking off your shoes and stepping onto the polished floorboards of the hallway. You joined Yoongi on the couch, putting a respectful amount of distance between the two of you. âDrink?â You gave Yoongi a look that meant you were serious. âRight, straight to storytime then.â He made himself comfortable. âI think youâll regret not getting that drink.â
Instead of replying, you simply looked at him and waited for him to give you his excuses so you could leave. âMy father was never good with money. You saw that he could never keep a job. He was lazy and unprofessional and always jumping into one get-rich-quick scheme after another. He made a deal with one too many loan sharks and we had to go into hiding. We spent most of later part of my teens on the move. Eventually, my mother couldnât take it anymore and she left him. The two of us stayed in Seoul while he moved on.â Unable to sit still, Yoongi picked himself up off the couch and moved into the kitchen of your dreams to get himself a beer. You sat patiently, trying to take in everything he was saying. âShe filed for divorce on my eighteenth birthday and that was how the gang my father was doing business with caught up with us. My mother and I were essentially taken hostage as a way to draw my father out of hiding. We were treated well - my mother ended up falling in love with the boss and he with her. My father was found dead three months after I turned twenty. Eventually, my mother married the boss and I was named his heir. Theyâre very happily, semi-retired in Jeju while I run the âfamily businessâ. Jungkook is one of the men in my inner circle. Since heâs determined to live on campus, despite being significantly older than most of the other students who deem it a necessary experience to live in tiny, shared apartments, Iâm forced to visit him if I want to socialise. Thatâs why I was on campus today. Weâd planned to âcatch upâ over coffee when a call for a meeting with my stepfather came through. Weâre just normal people, Y/N.â
You couldnât help but feel slightly hysterical, sitting there as Yoongi told you a ridiculous story. Unable to take it anymore, you burst into nervous laughter. âAlright, Yoongi.â You got up, wiping your eyes that were teary from laughing so hard. âSeriously, if werenât actually interested in having a relationship with Cali, you could have just said. I wouldnât have held it against you.â Your face dropped as Yoongi stared intensely into your eyes. âY-youâre serious? Yoongi! Y-you canât expect me to want you around my child when you live that kind of life. How can you expect that of me?â âPlease, Y/N. I promise work is work and my private life is my private life. Cali doesnât even have to know what I do.â Yoongi looked defeated. âExcept she will, Yoongi. She will because sheâs alert, clever and inquisitive. Sheâs not a baby anymore. Sheâs a ten year old girl who has her own mind and drive. How could I consider myself to be a good mother if I expose her to that kind of life.â âI was honest with you, canât you give me that? Why donât you get to know me again, spend time with me.â He pleaded, youâd never seen Yoongi this desperate. It made your heart ache. âYouâll see that Iâm good at separating my work and my personal lives. Cali doesnât have to have anything to do with me until youâre comfortable that my career wonât put her in any danger. I really want to get to know her, Y/N.â âI donât know, Yoongi.â You sighed, pacing back and forth around his living room. âI just donât know. It was hard. You leaving messed me up. I havenât dated since you, it was too hard to trust anyone. How could I bring another man into my life with I had Cali to worry about? Every decision Iâve had to make over the last eleven years - â âAlmost twelve.â Yoongi joked but his smile faded when he saw your serious look. âSorry.â âEvery decision Iâve had to make, Iâve had to consider the outcomes for two people - not just myself.â
You hated seeing Yoongi like this, even after everything you had been put through. âIâm not saying no, Yoongi.â You sighed, looking him in the eye. He perked up a little. âI just need time.â âI understand, Y/N.â âMaybe, we could keep in touch via the phone and progress from there?â âIâd like that.â
He had you home by four. Alice had questioned you when you finally showed up, but you explained that youâd had to stay back for work. You werenât 100% sure that she believed you but she let it go this time. As soon as sheâd left, you went to stand in the doorway of your daughterâs room and watched her sleep. You had to be crazy to consider letting Yoongi back into your lives. It wasnât like Cali would be able to take him along to parent career day. âThis is my dad, heâs basically a mob boss.â You rolled your eyes and moved to the small living area. You made quick work to pull out the futon and stripped down to your underwear. It seemed so far away, but you couldnât help but dream of the day when you were stable in a real career and could afford a nicer apartment with two bedrooms. You climbed into your bed and placed your phone on charge. Youâd think about everything when you werenât so tired. As you were getting comfortable on the hard mattress, you heard your phone buzz from the arm of the futon.
[04:34] Unknown Number: So, if you havenât dated since me, does that mean youâve only slept with me? ;) - Y
You couldnât help but laugh at Yoongiâs one track mind. Youâd thought he seemed so mature and grown up now, yet here he was channelling his fifteen year old self. Despite your concerns, you quickly saved his number.
[04:37] You: I have to get up in a couple of hours, Yoongi. I canât do any serious thinking if Iâm tired. Go to bed.
[04:39] Min Yoongi:
Right. Of course. Going to bed.
Rolling your eyes, you decided against replying and placed your phone back onto the arm of the futon, only to have it buzz again. âYoongi.â You growled, reaching for the offending piece of technology.
[04:41] Min Yoongi: Goodnight, Y/N.















