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It has been ages since you've stepped into a gym, the last time being when you had your Volleyball awards for the last time of your third year. You take a big whiff of the air around you and breathe out slowly and deeply, relishing in the smell of fresh, new, leather volleyballs coming into the start of the new season.

Even though you've never been in your school's gym yet, your feet somehow know their way to the back near the locker rooms and stop right in front of the tryout list. You grab the black pen hanging from a white rope thumb-tacked onto the corkboard and sign your name on the list with your preferred position next to it; setter.

You've heard rumors that your school's previous setter had to drop out of school, and they didn't have a replacement, which left the position wide open for you to steal. You used to be the setter on the Karasuno's female team, and you were quite good, but it's been two years out of practice and you knew you'd need to shape up again before tryouts.

Once you leave the gym, you drop off your aide ID in the front office where you have your last period, community services, which is basically a freebie class as it's just volunteer work, but regardless it was one of your favorites, and you head back to the parking lot to find your car and drive back to your apartment.

You pull into your parking spot a little after 4pm and head into your place. Most people would describe it as quaint, but that was fine with you because it was yours, and it was affordable. The moment you set your things down on your nightstand, you pull out your phone and dial your brother's number.

"Hey y/n."

"Hey Asahi how's it going?"

"Not too bad, I'm just working on some new designs for the season."

"Oh cool, send me a pic of them I wanna see."

"Ha, when I'm done with the first outfit I will."

"Good, anyways I have a favor to ask."

"Anything, what is it?"

"Well, I had signed up for volleyball tryouts today an-

"Oh wow, that's great! I was wondering if you'd pursue it again."

"Yeah, thanks! Anyways I wrote my name down for the setter position and I was wondering if you'd be able to help me with that."

"2 things, you're already a fantastic setter, and I was the Ace. Don't know the first thing about setting."

"No, I know, I was going to ask if you'd give me Suga's number. He told me if I needed to practice to call him and he'd always be down to help."

"Oh! Yeah, I can send you his number."

"Great, thanks Asahi!"

"No worries, love ya, and remember to save me a seat for your first game."

"Love ya too and thanks."

You hang up the phone and get the notification Asahi sent you and click on it to add the number to your contacts. Once you save it, you dial the number and hope someone picks up.

"Hello this is Mr.Sugawara, may I ask who's calling?"

The gentle, yet velvety voice from the man sends a once familiar tingle to between your legs and you stifle it as you remember why you called him in the first place.

"Mr.Sugawara huh? That's what you like being called now."

"Excuse me?"

"I remember how fond of it you were when I used to call you Muffin."

"Hah, oh it's you, hi y/n."

"Hi Muffin, how are you?"

"Good, and how about you butterfly?"

"I'm fantastic now that I'm talking to you. Uh but speaking of Butterflies, I actually have a favor."

"Hm?"

"Would you be down for helping me practice being a setter?'

"Aren't you one already?"

"Was, now I'm back and I'm about 2 years out of practice so I need help."

"Well in that case I'll help. Where are we meeting?"

"Not sure yet, I don't have access to the gym after school hours."

"No worries, I'll send you the address to my place, I have a community gym."

"Great, would Saturday afternoon be okay?"

"Tomorrow?"

"Yeah."

"Sure, I have to finish grading paperwork but I'll talk to you soon."

You both say your goodbyes and hang up. A smile beams on your face from his acceptance and you head off to your kitchen to eat your dinner and head to bed to start the day tomorrow.

You wake up at 8am sharp and do your daily routine of skincare, teeth, hair, and makeup. After doing it all you make your bed and finish packing up a go-bag for the gym later and throw in your pair of volleyball shoes, before you place them in the bag you glaze over the black velvet and smile brightly at the thought of you getting to wear them again. You also throw in your knee pads and head out to your normal breakfast place, the cafe near your house.

A few hours pass and you and Suga are ready to meet. You input the address into maps and head off. When you arrive, the first thing you notice is the large keypad in front of the very large and intricate black iron gate protecting the housing community. You input the numbers he had given you and driven around the bend and pull into a parking lot to which you assume is the gym. You exit the car and grab your bag and things and head into the front doors where you're greeted by somebody.

"Hello, welcome to Errice Park Gym, may I see your community ID?"

"Sorry?" You ask the woman with a tilt of your head.

"Apologies, but only members with community IDs may access the gym?"

"Okay, how may I get one?" You ask the lady while leaning your elbows on the desk. You have to hold back a scoff from how uptight all this seems and from the way she is eyeing you.

"Do you live here miss?"

"No, I don't"

"Unfortunately our services are only avail-"

She gets cut off by the large and wonderfully manicured hand that had been placed on the countertop in the commotion.

"She is my guest, ID 352."

"Of course Mr.Sugawara my apologies." She turns to look at you, the look on your face is a mix of flustered and amazed at the same time. "Enjoy your visit." She bows her head to you and Suga nods his head towards the hallway he came from and beckons you to follow.

"Wow, Koshi I didn't think you'd made this much money being a teacher to live in a place like this."

"Perks of being a private school teacher." He says with a rub of his neck.

You take in the features you haven't seen in a few years now. He still has his iconic gray hair and mole with the piercing brown eyes that have always made you swoon, but his physique and prowess have gotten more large and defined than you remember, and it isn't a bad thing. You trail your eyes down from walking behind him and notice his ass has gotten bigger too, doesn't help that he's already in a pair of gym shorts that hug his form perfectly...and the thighs, you have to practically wipe the drool from your lip.

You've never been good at hiding your thoughts about Koshi, he knows it and just about everyone else too, but neither of you have acted on it, for reasons mostly due to him. So, you reluctantly push all your flirtatious comments aside and try to focus on why you are here.

After catching up and making small talk while walking through various hallways, Koshi leads you to a far back door which leads to an even bigger area with no one else inside of it, and itself is a community volleyball court.

"Holy shit this place has everything."

"Mm, just about."

He closes the door behind you guys and walks you over to a few bleachers set up on the side and you set your things down.

"It's good to see you again Butterfly, you look great."

"Thanks, Muffin you do too."

You both smile at each other before he chuckles and pulls you into a hug, which lasts longer than expected. You pull away and tuck hair away from your face.

"I was surprised you called, I didn't realize you kept my number."

"I got it from my brother."

"Oh, how's Asahi doing?"

"Really good actually, his clothing line is really taking off." You talk with high praise of your brother.

"Amazing, I'm proud of him. We haven't talked as much as I'd like but I've missed him."

"Me too."

"I've missed you too."

"Oh.."

Your breath feels shallow as you suck in some air from the look he gives you as you notice him trailing your body. He smiles as he does, with his normal boyish charm but you can't help but feel some other sense behind it.

Not wanting to drag on, you and Koshi decide to get on with it and start. He shows you the locker room to change and after you come back out, you both do stretches and begin.

Unfortunately for you, you are way more out of practice than you realize. Koshi starts off slow for you, throwing you serves you should be able to easily set but everything is off; your form, your fingertip placement, your focus, it's just not there. You lost count of how many balls have bounced out of bounds or how many net shots you've set, it's honestly embarrassing.

After this last set, you groan and squat down to the floor and throw your head back in frustration. Suga shakes his head and chuckles and sits next to you.

"Well, to be blunt, you kinda suck." Suga says poking fun at you.

"Yeah, I know." You groan again and throw yourself backward and land with a small thunk of your head hitting the polished wood of the court. You rub the back of your head with your fingertips and hear a snort come from Suga.

You feel soft fingertips rub your bare thigh above the knee as Suga's voice tries to comfort you.

"Hey now, you're just out of practice it's okay."

"I know but I shouldn't be that bad."

"It happens, and that's why I'm here."

He squeezes your leg delicately and you turn your head to look at him as he looks at you. You both smile at each other and he squeezes your thigh again.

"You're cute."

You get immediately flustered and look up and away from him.

You hear him giggle before he pats your leg and reaches a hand out to help you up. You take it and pop up before he holds onto your lower back to stabilize you while you stand.

"Let's do some more exercises okay? Then well call it a day and come back tomorrow."

"Okay."

You follow Suga into the middle of the court and stand in front of him as he instructs you which exercises to do to better your form, he also goes into explaining how they'll help. So far you've done lunges, jumping jacks, toe touches, and now you're onto squats.

"You can do better than that Butterfly."

He says pointing to your high squat and mocks at it.

"My thighs hurt." You whine.

"The burn means it's working." He smiles at you and you stick your tongue out in return. "Come on, seriously I know you can go lower. "

"No, I can't" You tease.

"Yes you can," he teases back. "Be good and get your ass low." His voice changes from playful to husky in a heartbeat. It gives you whiplash and you can't help but feel a tingle in your core. You gulp but as much as you try you can't seem to get lower.

"Let's go Y/n." He says stepping closer to you in that same husky tone.

"I'm trying."

"Not hard enough."

You roll your eyes and it doesn't go unnoticed. You feel two strong grips on your thighs right before the hem of your spandex and you lock eyes with his. The normal gaze of flirtation and comfort is replaced by seriousness and hunger? His eyes stay locked with your as you feel his hands push down on your thighs adding weight and you feel your calves and hamstrings almost give out. You grit your teeth and clench your hips where your hands rest but you never break eye contact. When you get to an acceptable squat for Suga, he looks down where his hands are and slowly pulls away.

"Good girl, I knew you could do it." He practically whispers the first part but you catch it as you shakily stand up from your squat.

You can tell that your core is instantly flooded from those words and the way his gaze held yours. You try to subtly adjust yourself by squeezing your thighs together but unbeknownst to you, Suga catches it.

Neither of you acknowledge what was said and start gathering your belongings and cleaning up your mess. After the both of you finish, you begin chatting like nothing had happened.

You two say your goodbyes and give hugs before parting ways as you agree to meet again here tomorrow at the same time. You hide your eagerness to go home and shower and relax and practically speed back.

The next morning comes and you had a rather specific wet dream about your tutor. You couldn't stop dreaming about his hands on your thighs and his words of praise next to your ear, the way his fingertips felt on your thighs. It was unbearable not being able to feel it in person last night.

This morning went by rather quickly as you do your normal routine and change into an acceptable outfit and you made it to the gym rather quick. Suga was waiting for you in the front lounge this time to avoid the concierge, and you both made it back to the same empty court you were in yesterday.

"Hey butterfly, how'd you sleep?"

He asks smiling at you at his smile reaches his eyes as he hugs you and helps grab your bag. His adorable mole catches your eyes in the process.

You think back to the wet dreams you had and throw your hair into a bun to get ut out of your face and you blush as a particular scene you remember comes to mind.

"Oh, uh, I slept well."

"That's good. Did you have any good dreams? I had a few that were really nice."

He says giving you a sly wink and a smirk.

"Actually no, rather uneventful." You lie, trying to avoid looking him in the eyes.

He chuckles as he sets your bag on the bench and takes off his black gym jacket and sets it next to your bag. You gulp as you see him stretch his arms over his head and watch as his shoulders pop and muscles ripple from the stretch and you have to lick your lips at the sudden dehydration you're feeling.

"Wow, you've gotten hotter since the last time I saw you."

"You saw me yesterday."

"Yes, but you weren't showing your amazing arms yesterday. Instantly hotter." You say with a wave of your hand over his body and he just shakes his head and smiles.

"Uh-huh, come on let's stretch first."

You both begin doing the same stretches as yesterday and a few new ones you decided to throw in that you remembered from high school. The final one you do is a toe touch but you just can't seem to stretch all the way down from the cramp in your lower back and Suga takes notice. He gets up from his butterfly squat and walks up behind you and very gingerly grabs your hips, his fingertips barely ghosting under the waistband of your spandex shorts. You inhale a sharp breath when you feel his pelvis against your ass and can't help but bite your lip as you realize what he's doing. He places a hand on the small of your back and pushes you down.

"Suga, what are you doing?" You say flirtily.

"Just trying to help you stretch, you seemed stiff is all."

He says while pulling away. Before he does, you grab his wrist and place it back on your hip.

"No don't, it's helping."

You say turning your neck and smirking at him as he grinds his pelvis into you more and pushes you further down till you reach your toes and hear a pop come from your back and he pulls away with a little disappointment to you. You groan and stand back up and notice Suga has moved a few steps away from you now. A short look of confusion crosses your face but you decide to ignore it for now and grab a ball to begin practicing.

The practice goes by quick with no other distractions and surprisingly no mess-ups from you. You've always been a quick learner so there's been a definite improvement since yesterday. When the session ends, you walk over to the bench to grab your bag to change but Suga's voice catches you before you walk away.

"Hey butterfly, do you have plans later?"

He asks before sipping from his bottle. Your eyes catch a single drop of water slide out from the corner of his mouth and roll down his face to his neck, down to his collarbones, and into his shirt. You've never been more jealous of water in your life.

"Not really, I was just gonna go home and clean."

"Would you like to go out for dinner with me?"

He says topping off the bottle and wiping his forehead with a rag to get rid of the sweat.

"Sure, any particular reason why?" You ask while taking off your shoes to change into sandals to let your feet air out.

"No particular reason, just as friends. Two grown friends catching up."

You chuckle at his tone and nod your head in agreement.

"Oh, of course, my mistake. Just let me know where we are going and I'll be there around 7, that okay?"

"Yeah, I'll text it to you."

You finish getting ready to leave and head out into the parking lot together but before you get into your car, Suga slides his hand underneath your arm and stops you.

"It's entirely up to you, but you should wear something you can move around in, like a skirt or dress or something. They have a dance floor there and I just want you to be prepared you know?"

"Thanks for the heads up Muffin."

"Of course, wouldn't want you to be unprepared in case we decide to dance together or anything." His voice drops an octave as he squeezes your arm tighter before smiling and letting you go.

You make it home quickly and shower and lounge around in your towel for a while as you have a couple hours to spare. You decide to clean your house, make some lunch and pay some bills until you're supposed to get ready to leave and you get dressed and entirely ready and head to the location Suga sent you. You put it into your maps and chuckle when you realize he just sent you his address as the location is only a few buildings away from the gym.

You arrive at his place exactly at 7 and knock on the door and wait for him to answer. You can hear various noises coming from inside and then hear some loud banging noise followed by a few expletives and giggle to yourself before the door opens and Suga stands there with a smile.

He's wearing slim-fitting slacks with a loose t-shirt that shows his arms and his hair is neatly brushed like normal and you can't catch exactly where it's coming from but a slight aroma of vanilla catches your interest.

"Hi, muffin."

"Hi, butterfly."

He sidesteps and lets you into his place before you slide off your shoes and place them on the shoe holder next to his door and set your purse and things on the side table. You turn around and see him lock the door before he turns to you and you catch him eyeing you up and down and takes you into a hug. His hands wander a little low but you don't mind it.

"So, the place has a dancefloor huh?"

"Yeah, in the bedroom, hopefully, we'll see it later."

You chuckle at his forwardness and shake your head as he leads you to his kitchen and you slide onto one of the barstools in front of his countertop.

"Thirsty?" He asks you as he slides a glass of wine towards you.

"I am, but how do you know I'm of age? One of the last times I saw you I was only 17." You say joking around.

"Considering that I'm 4 years older and that was also 4 years ago, I'm sure you are by now."

"Oh, that's right, congrats on making it to 25 muffin." You raise your glass to toast to him and he watches you over his glass as your throat bobs to take in the full shute of wine. You wipe your lip with your thumb and suck off the liquid while staring right at Suga.

He coughs and diverts his attention away from you and to his stove.

"Uhm, hungry? I made a chicken alfredo dish."

"Sounds really good, I'll take a plate."

He makes the plates and you both move to his kitchen table and sit across from each other and dig into the food. The two of you catch up with small talk and discover new interests each other has that neither didn't have before. You talk about new movies and things, which then leads to you both laughing as you reminisce over past memories of when he and Asahi were in school together and all the times he'd come over.

"I remember one of the first games you had that you won and you'd look so cute with that smile on your rosy cheeks. I remember how proud your brother was of you." Suga says while finishing up the last bite of his pasta.

"I remember that day too. You know the reason we won was that I took your advice."

"What advice was that?"

"To make sure my team doesn't see any emotion on my face other than determination. You also told me to keep a close watch on the team and get a view of how they're playing and play to their strengths."

"Good advice."

"Yeah, it really was."

There's a short pause between the two of you. You don't know if he remembers or if you should bring it up but you decide to just say fuck it and do it.

"Koshi, do you remember what else you told me that day?"

Suga is caught off guard as you use his actual name. Hearing it fall from your lips makes him want to hear it over and over again.

"No? What else did I say?"

"That was also the day you found out I didn't have my first kiss. You told me that you'd be more than willing to be my first." You chuckle at the memories of teenage you. "I can't believe I was actually going to take you up on that offer within the next couple of days but then Asahi told me you moved away so I never could."

You didn't notice Suga move from his chair, you didn't notice him walking towards you, and you didn't notice him stand behind your chair as it was all happening so soon. The first thing you felt was his hand brush your hair away from your neck, the next thing you felt was his lips kiss your bare flesh. You feel the chair pull out from the table and you see Suga move to stand in front of you. He blocks you into the chair with his arms on either side of you and his hands tightly grasping the arms of the chair. Your mouth runs dry as you see the look of pure hunger he gives you.

"I don't think you understand just how hard I am right now."

You look down to see but before you can he lifts your chin back up to his eyes with his two fingers.

"I didn't tell you to look away from me butterfly. I'm going to kiss you now, and if you don't want this as bad as I do, so help me God stop me now before I can't control myself and rip your clothes off."

Gulp.

You look up at Suga through your eyelashes, and your look is laced with desperation and that's all it takes for him to break control and slam his lips into yours.

His lips feel like pure bliss. They're perfectly smooth and plump enough, just like you'd imagine they'd be. His tongue dances with yours and you can feel each other smile into the kiss as it leads deeper and deeper. His hands retract from the arms of the chair as he sinks down to his knees and drags your face closer to his by twining his fingers into your hair and tugging on them while biting your bottom lip. You both moan into the kiss. The heat radiating off of both of you starts to cause you to feel hot and needy to remove your clothes. Suga seems to notice and he pulls away from your lips and moves to drape kisses all along your collarbone, leaving a few large hickies in the process. He carefully dances his fingertips to under plunge neckline of your shirt and tugs it open to reveal your bare breasts.

"Fuck your tits are gorgeous."

You chuckle as he looks like a pubescent boy looking at boobies for the first time.

"Thank you, baby."

He licks his thumb before rubbing your nipple with it and you can feel it pebble and get hard and let out some whimpers once he pinches it. His tongue laps over your whole breast before he takes the nipple into his mouth and sucks. Your back arches off the chair and your legs slightly spasm.

"Dirty girl, you like your nipples sucked on huh?"

"Yes sir, especially when you do it, it feels so good." You breathe out.

He nibbles on your nipple and bites it with his teeth and tugs before you wince from the pain and he blows and kisses on it to make it feel better. He makes sure to spend an equal amount of time on each breast before moving back up to lock lips with you.

As much as you want him to ravage you, you've been dying to know what he tastes like for years. You break away from the kiss with a moan and he slightly whimpers when you pull away and don't kiss him back. Confusion crosses his face as you push his butt against the table before the confusion is replaced with pure lust as he sees you crouch down onto your knees, letting your butt rest on your heels, and seeing your hands reach out to palm him through his pants.

His eyes squeeze shut when he feels you palm his dick from his boxers.

"Y/n, warning you now, if you suck my dick I will fuck that pretty little face of yours so hard."

You just smirk up at him through your eyelashes and pull him the rest of the way out. You marvel at his beautifully trimmed pubes that rest nicely above his dick and smile to yourself at how giddy you're feeling for getting to suck his dick.

You lick your lips and open your mouth wide enough to fit around his tip which spills a slow moan from his mouth. You notice his palms grip the edge of the table to the point of his knuckles turning pale the moment you swish your tongue around his tip and over his slit. You can tell he's trying to hold back so you decide to ramp it up by extending your jaw more and sucking in a breath before hollowing out your cheeks and taking all of him down your throat to where you feel him behind your tongue. You gage and your eyes prickle with tears but you don't give up when you hear him mutter a "fuck" under his breath. He opens his eyes and you lock yours with his and that's all it takes for him to lose it.

He releases the table and grips your hair into the messiest of ponytails and tugs before pulling you completely off of him before shoving himself all the way back into your mouth. You gag, and you gag hard but you don't care, it feels so damn good in your mouth and the noises he is making you've never heard before. You reach down to touch yourself but all movements stop and you hear him reprimand you in the slightest whisper.

"Babygirl, I didn't say you could touch yourself. If your fingers even graze your pussy I will bend you over this table and smack your ass till it's black and blue."

You can't speak but you nod your head vigorously in agreement and gulp, with his dick still inside your mouth. Spit is pooling out of the corners of your lips, you probably look so filthy and you actually become a little jealous of Suga for not being able to see yourself like this.

"Good girl, good fucking girl."

He says before he slams his cock hard down your throat again. His head slowly falls backwards as his hands tighten in your hair and bobs your head faster and faster, not even taking the time to slow down or care about the makeup running down your face from your tears. You're enjoying being face fucked a little too much.

His hips are thrusting sloppier and he's loosened his grip but he still is relentless with your mouth and it makes you so desperately wonder what he'll be like when he's actually inside of you. His moans are becoming sporadic and you can barely make out his sentence warning you he's gonna come but you don't care and just brace yourself for when he does. Wanting to help him more, you reach a hand up and cup his balls while using the other to stroke his shaft with your mouth and he moans out too many expletives to count from the tingles throughout his body. His hips come to a stop and you can feel the warm, salty load fall down your throat. You make sure to take it all before shutting your eyes and swallowing it all, making sure he gets a good view of it, and he helps you stand back up and kisses you so passionately.

"Fuck, your mouth is dangerous."

"Thanks."

You say with a smile and giggle. He kisses you once more before you both stop and turn your heads to the countertop where his phone is ringing.

"Fuck it, I want you right now."

"No, Suga it could be important, it's okay. I'm going to get some water and wipe down anyways."

"Okay, I'll be quick sweetheart."

He kisses your lips slowly before quickly diving down and giving the top of your bare breast a quick kiss which makes you giggle.

You both separate and go into different rooms for your business. You head off down the hallway into the first door on the right and turn on the light and walk to the sink.

You grab some toilet paper and spit whatever remains of the cum in your mouth, into the paper and throw it in the trash. You then turn on the faucet and cup your hands to grab some water and you take a few slurps before swishing it around and spitting it out down the drain. You wash your hands good before using a rag to fix whatever makeup has smudged on your face and smile at yourself in the mirror when you see the ring of love bites around your breasts and how good your nipples look while swollen.

You shut off the bathroom lights and close the door behind you and walk back into the dining room where you left Suga. On the walk there you fixed your shirt as the intimacy has worn off a little and you started to feel awkward having your tits out and nothing else. You step in the room and see Suga has fixed himself as well and he's cleaning up dishes.

"You need some help baby?"

You ask while moving to stand to his side and help him.

"No, its-I'm alright I got it."

He says rather quick and moves from you to finish grabbing the dishes and placing them in the sink.

"You okay Koshi?" You ask concerned at his sudden attitude change. "Bad phone call?"

"Uhm, no, it was a good one it just...was your brother calling."

"Oh...oh.."

"Yeah, it was nice to hear from him but it made me feel like shit to betray his trust like that. I'm sorry y/n but can I walk you out?"

He says slowly turning towards you with an extremely downturned smile.

"What?" You ask stunned. "Koshi, what trust? You want me to leave? I'm so confused."

"It's nothing, it's fine. Look I just need a moment to process what had happened and it's getting late and I don't want you to get be late for class tomorrow."

"Oh..yeah..right, of course."

You don't say another word and quietly grab all of your things and walk over to the door to slip on your shoes. Suga is quiet the whole time too but he still walks over to the door with you while holding your phone for you.

"Are we-Can we still meet up for practice tomorrow? My tryouts are at the end of the week."

You ask him without meeting his eyes.

"Yeah, of course, I wouldn't bail on you like that. I'm sorry it's just th-

"Stop," You raise a hand up to his chest and smile. "It's alright Koshi, just stop before it gets worse. Goodnight and thanks for the lovely dinner tonight."

"You're welcome, thanks for being a great friend and guest."

Friend, that word pings your heart and makes it teeter-totter inside of your chest, almost like it might fall straight out of it.

You don't say anything more and just brave a smile and head out before getting back into your car, pulling out, and storming home.

In all honesty, the trip from Suga's house to yours shouldn't have taken you an hour but it did. A normal ten-minute drive turned into an hour from you having to pull over more than a few times from having to deal with the overflow of emotions coursing through you. You also had to stop yourself a couple times from turning back around and giving him an earful but you decided to let it go. In actuality, you weren't even mad, you weren't sad, you weren't even regretful over what happened you were just utterly confused the whole time. However, you decided to stop racking your brain trying to figure it out and gave up once you pulled into your parking spot and walked home into your living room.

You dropped your stuff off into where they belong and you make your way to your room and strip off all your clothes before throwing them into the hamper and heading to the en suite to take a shower and disregard the whole experience.

Friend.

The word brings such a bitter and useless taste to your mouth when you heard it fall from Sugas lips. That word, you thought of it the whole time you were in the shower, and you scrubbed your body so hard to try and get the "friendzone" off of you.

The shower stops and you step out and dry off before not even bothering to change and head to bed naked and plug in your phone, set an alarm for tomorrow, and shut off the lights and fall into an anxious sleep.

The morning comes too soon at the detriment of the bags under your eyes. You snap your alarm off and rub your temples before stretching and getting out of bed. You quickly get dressed and back your go bags for school and practice afterward and finish all your necessities of getting ready and you head to class bright and early.

Your classes run through quicker than normal and now comes the part you were trying to postpone doing, seeing Suga.

Hesitantly, you send a text to Suga making sure it's still on and he replies with a thumbs up before you shut off your phone and head to the gym.

The ride was brutal due to the thoughts running laps in your head. Conflicting memories of last night combine together and now thoughts of further rejection pierce your brain and you can't deal with it. You arrive at the gym and try to shake off the thoughts but they don't budge. So you do the only thing you know how to do to get rid of the bad thoughts, you confront what's making them happen.

You shut off your car and grab your keys and phone, not even paying a second mind to your bags in the backseat. You walk into the gym and just give a side-eye to the receptionist and strut straight back to the gym and push the double doors open with a flourish.

You're about to start yelling at Suga to give him your two cents but notice the gym is empty. You look around confused but then get a notification on your phone and see that he sent you a text saying he's still at his house and running late.

You walk out the same way you came in, get back in your car, and drive to his apartment before stopping, getting out, and knocking on his door.

"Hey, I was just about to head out."

Suga says as he opens the door.

You walk in without saying a word and place your shoes and things into a bin next to his front door and turn around to talk to him as he closes his door.

"Y/N?"

"What the hell Suga?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Last night, what you said. What happened when you called my brother, what did he or you say? What trust did you break last night?"

You ask while placing your hands on your hips.

He drops his head before wiping his face and walking towards the dining room as he talks to you.

"Nothing, honest. He didn't even know you were here he was just calling to catch up and stuff."

"So why push me out all of a sudden? What trust Suga??"

"Damnit, y/n the trust of a dude and not going after his best friend's little sister. That kind of trust."

"Seriously Koshi? I get what you mean by that but we are adults now and as far as I know, Asahi has never had any ill feelings about us being close or being together."

"No, I know but it's an unspoken rule type of thing."

"Koshi that's bullshit, if that was true then you wouldn't have invited me on a date here in the first place."

"It was just supposed to be as friends."

Vomit, the word makes you want to vomit.

"There's that word again. Friends, Koshi, really?"

You move closer to the kitchen table and towards him. You look up at him and a smile comprised of lust and anger stretches onto your face.

"Friends don't grind on each other during Volleyball practice. Friends don't tell other friends to wear skirts for easy access. Friends don't kiss and swap spit on this very chair. Friends don't get down on their knees, push you up against this table and blow you till you're busting a load down their throat."

You take a breath and swallow while you notice the tension in the room and him walking closer to you with a determined look on his face.

"Tell me how we're just friends, after all that Muffin."

You say the nickname as a jab at him, with both of you knowing damn well either of the nicknames were what you used to flirt with each other.

He moved closer into your personal space, chests only inches apart but neither of you moving to touch the other quite yet.

"You're right butterfly, we're not just friends. Because during your whole little rant, I couldn't stop thinking about how I want to break this table by fucking you on it."

Gulp.

"What's stopping you?"

"Absolutely nothing."

The tension wire snaps and the moment it does you both are on each other like dogs to a bone. Your tongues mesh with each others in perfect sync. You don't know where your hands are at this point, all you know is they're stripping off every piece of clothing each other is wearing. The second everything is off of your bodies, Suga picks you up and gently places your ass against the cold wood of the dining table, and gets down onto his knees.

You're about to protest but the moment you feel his warm, wet tongue lapping in between your folds like a man starved, all knowledge of how to speak completely dissolves from your brain. All you managed to say is a jumble of "don't stop" and "fuck that feels so good", but in all honesty it sound like baby babbling. Your hands knot into the grey locks of the hungry man underneath you and you tug as hard as you can when he nips at your clit and your legs, embarrassingly, start to spasm already.

"Ho, God, fuck."

You moan out.

His tongue swirls endless circles around your clit and he sucks and bites and blows at your clit, leaving you speechless. It's not until you feel two fingers prod at your hole that you really start to shake. You crave him so much, even your pussy practically pulls in his fingers as he rests them there against the hole. He starts out with slow, shallow pumps before he speeds up the pace of his tongue and fingers and goes knuckle deep inside of you drawing out the most guttural moans you've ever made.

You've never had your legs spasm so much from oral before. You feel your core start to tighten and flex and you feel the sweat form on your brow and upper lip as your hair falls out around you from the thrashing of your body at the pleasure. Your hand tugs harder and you're worried you might be hurting him, but if you are he absolutely doesn't mind it. Your mouth runs dry and the dam breaks once you feel him scissor you while being knuckle deep in your pussy. Your orgasm echoes through the house as you shake around him and as his delicious tongue helps you through it all.

"What a good fucking girl cumming for me like that. I'm so proud of you baby."

"Holy fu- fuck. Th-thank you baby."

You just barely speak as you pant to try and calm down, but not for long when you feel him place one last kiss on your pussy before standing up and trace kisses from your hips all the way up to your breasts, showing each endless love, and moving to your lips and letting you taste yourself all over his face.

"You taste yourself right? Taste how fucking delicious you are."

He says while opening your mouth forcefully and spitting into it, which is then followed by you smiling as you swallow it and show him. He laughs so lustfully before wiping the corner of your mouth and placing the two fingers he used in you into your mouth and chokes you with them. You gag and gulp after swirling your tongue around them and when he pulls away he uses those fingers to open you up again before leaning you back down onto the table and stepping closer to line himself up with you.

"Are you on the pill? Want me to grab a condom?"

"Yeah I am, and no, I want to feel all of you."

He agrees with a kiss and bite of your lip and neck before he takes his hand and pumps himself a few times and spits in his hand and rubs his cock before using his other hand to open your lips and he teases your clit with the head of his dick and you both moan at the feeling.

"Fuuck stop it baby I want you so bad."

"I know baby girl, just be patient for me."

He chuckles as he feels you squirm under him when his tip hits a sensitive part of your clit and he uses an arm to hold you down and distract you before he lines up and slowly stretches you out, letting you adjust slowly.

"Holy fuck."

You both say in unison, but with different breaths, as you both feel the pleasure of finally being connected together. He slowly starts to rock his hips into yours and bottoms out inside of you while letting your pussy adjust, and when he thinks you have he pulls out and slams back into you. Your body and the table jerk as he does and you wrap your arms around his shoulders as he has both hands around your head and is looking into your eyes as he fucks you.

It's pure ecstasy. The two of you, this position, its everything you've wanted. All the years of pining after your brother's best friend. All the repressed feelings you've had for him. All the times relationships or one-night-stands couldn't do it for you cause all you thought about was how it would be if your childhood crush, the man you loved, was the one doing it to you. And now you know. Now you know just how blissful it all truly feels. It's better than you imagined.

His hips are pistoning into yours at a ridiculous pace and you start to feel a burn from your legs being spread wide open but you don't care. It feels too amazing to quit. Moans never stopped flowing from either of your lips and his fingertips burn holes straight into your skin from how tight he's gripping you, like you might fly away if he stops. Without missing a beat, he switches positions by gripping the back of your thighs and pushing them into your chest to where your ears kiss your knees and you see your feet shaking in the air at an unbelievable pace from how he's fucking you. This position makes it impossible to not cum. You feel the familiar tightening and spasms and pants as you're being drawn closer and closer and you can tell he is too as his pants have become more sporadic. He bends down and pushes your thighs further into you, going deeper, and kisses your lips and smiles before whispering in your ear.

"Your cunt feels so fucking good wrapped around my cock baby girl. You're doing so good at taking all of me that I'm about to cum in that pretty pussy of yours."

"Ohhhh.....fu-fuck Koshi baby please."

"Yeah, baby? You want me to fill that beautiful hole of yours? You wanna get filled with my kids? Become a mommy, is that what you want? My kids?"

What he's lacking in breaths, he's making up for in confidence, and it's driving you crazy. You just about cum from his words right there.

"Yes baby fuck, fuck Koshi baby I want you to make me a mommy so bad. Fill me up baby, I wanna be filled by you so badly."

You whimper and whine and he loses it.

Koshi slams harder and faster and your vision goes white as the last thrust had you seeing stars. Your orgasm absolutely wrecks you as you cum around him and you can feel his cock release inside you and fill you to the brim with his cum.

He stays inside of you, letting the cum fall from around his cock in you and he slowly drops your legs to not hurt you and he leans down to place an endless amount of kisses all over your lips and face. You hear a few words like "beautiful" and "thank you" but they all go in one ear and out the other as you calm down but the one you hone in on is the words "love".

"Y/n, baby did you hear me?"

"No I didn't, what?"

"I said I love you, I don't know to what extent or how long I have but I just remember how much I cared for you when we were younger and it all came rushing back. I love you, baby."

Tears threaten to spill but you hold them back.

"Oh Koshi, I love you too."

You both kiss each other deeply and he pulls away and both of you whine when he pulls out of you and you feel the cum drip out of your hole and Koshi growls to himself at the sight before going and grabbing a wet rag to wipe you down.

He comes back a few seconds later and wipes you down while giving you kisses in the process and discarding the rag somewhere and picking you up gently and walks you back to his bedroom and gently place you down onto the mattress and cuddles up next to you.

You both whisper sweet nothings to each other before finally dozing off and enjoying the beautifulness that is sleep.

XXXXXX

"COME ON! Y/N, YOU GOT THIS BABY!"

You hear your boyfriend yell to you from the bleachers while you're playing your match. You hear the rest of your family yell along in unison with him, even your brother, in cheer for you to keep your morale up.

It's your final match before nationals. Your team managed to beat every team you've battled against and everyone's trying their best but this match is neck and neck-literally. You've never been so short-necked with a team before but this college is good. Your team is only one point ahead, and you only need one more point to win this whole thing and make it to nationals. It all comes down to this moment, this volley.

You focus back on the game and notice the ball ahead coming for the net, the player in front of you tosses the ball high in the air for the spiker to hit, and they do, but not before it's being received back to them by your other teammates. You hear various calls of "got it!' and "Mine!" but the blood rushing to your ears entirely drowns out everything when you realize this is up to you, to set the perfect ball for your Ace to hit and win the game. No pressure.

You think back to the first training session with Suga all those months ago. You're so thankful that he picked up that phone the one day you called. You're thankful for it all and everything that happened afterward.

The overwhelming emotion of joy surges through you and you finally spot the perfect shot, the perfect opportunity.

"Azumane, Y/n, It's yours and open!"

Your captain yells to you as she bumped the ball towards you. You remain quiet and get into position and hone in on the ball. You turn and see your Ace making her way closer, and closer, and closer, and- NOW!

You set the ball into the air and watch as time slows as you see her hand connect with the ball.

Time stops.

And when it resumes, chaos ensues.

The crowd erupts into thunderous cheers and the buzzer rings to declare a winning team, yours!

Your teammates go wild, some fall to their knees and kiss their hands, some jump up and down into each other's arms, some run to their significant others, but you remain still. You take in what happened till it finally hits you that you won, you did it.

You scream out in victory with your hands above your head and you cry tears you've held in all day.

You feel two strong arms wrap around you and look to see your boyfriend with the widest smile on his face squeeze you and kiss you all over in awe.

Even though no words are said, you both understand everything.

You kiss each other and pull away as your team calls you other to celebrate and you join them but not before sneaking one last kiss to your boyfriend.

"Thank you for being a good coach, Muffin."

You wink and walk away.

“Y/n, calm down. We’ll board the plane as soon as the crowd has died down, okay? You’ve followed these boys for years now. This isn’t gonna stop you from seeing them later. Like 6 hours from now.” That made you calm down — hearing that you’ll be seeing them again in a few hours. Yes, you’ve been to all their concerts. As in all since 2015. Mostly, you went with your best friend Louise but there would be times where you went alone because she had to come home to tend to their family business. She is, afterall, the heiress to a massive real estate corporation known worldwide. You are an heiress yourself which is why you’ve known each other since diapers basically. But your older brother is the one to take over your parents’ conglomerate business which is why you have all the time to follow a certain Korean boyband that goes by the name of BTS. Your parents and brother loves you so much that they even volunteered to buy VIP tickets to all their shows and had their secretaries book all the necessary flights and hotels.

“Let’s go, dumdum. You are making me anxious if you keep on looking at me like that. Although i just know that we aren’t even a bit late because they haven’t finished boarding all the passengers.” She links her arm on mine and starts to walk.

As we arrive at the area where FA’s check our passports and tickets, we give ours and one of them leads the way to our seats in the business class. You both get settled in your respective seats when you notice a distinct purple hair 2 seats ahead of you. You shrugged it off thinking it could only be a coincidence but then you heard a very familiar voice — one that you would recognise even in your sleep.

“Hyung, please hand me Joonie’s passport so Jennie noona can keep them in one place. Last time she let him keep it, we almost cancelled our show because he couldn’t remember where he put it.”

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heyaaaa rookie writer here and also a rookie ARMY but i love the boys just as much as you all doand i hope you enjoy this.

✿ PART TWO ✿

@minflix @sugadaily @hollyhomburg @honeymoonjin @jamaisjoons @jungkookiebus @yoonglesmari @yoonggi @aroseforyoongi @agustkiwi @drquinzelharleen @fyeahsuga @goldenclosetkook @hxseok-honee @hobios @kinktae @lysjeon @bangtan @bloomsuga @bangtannguk-au @myloveseokjin @minniepetals

You check the pregnancy test again.

 Two lines. 

You look over the box again. Two lines means positive. The test is positive. 

You really are pregnant. 

You sit down and lean against the wall. "I'm pregnant..." You let it sink in. Are you even ready for it? You shake your head to clear your thoughts. Is Yoongi even ready for it? 

Pulling yourself together, you stand up off of the ground and walk out of the bathroom, still holding the test. "Yoongi-ah... can you come here please?" You call to him from the bedroom. 

Your husband of three years walks into the room. His silver wedding ring, the symbol your love for him, catches the light coming in from the window. "Yeah Y/N-ah?" He asks with a concerned face.

 He's seen you get sick in the morning and was worried about your health. Being a man he didn't even think of the possibility of you being pregnant. "Umm... look at this..." You hand the test to him. 

He takes the pregnancy test from you. 

“What's this..." He asks before realizing what it is. "Are you... for real?" His head whips up and looks at you in realization. You bite your lip and nod. "It's for real." You tell him. 

He drops the test and grabs you, squeezing you in a hug. "I'm going to be a dad! You're going to be a mom! We're having a kid!" Yoongi sounds so excited. He pulls back suddenly. "That's why you were getting sick in the morning isn't it?" He asks. 

"Yeah probably." You tell him. 

Yoongi starts to talk fast now that the news is out. "W-we need to start getting stuff. And make appointments to make sure you are healthy. Oh and we need to tell the guys and our family. And a-and..." You put a finger over his mouth. 

"Easy babe... one thing at a time." You tell him. He nods and grabs your hands in his. 

"I'm just so excited Y/N-ah." He grins at you and pulls you in for a kiss. You melt into him as he pulls you tight against him. When you are with him all your worries fly away. That's one reason why you married him. 

"Y/N?" He looks at you. "Are we going to tell people now? I have the best way to surprise the other members." He has this devilish grin on his face and an evil glean in his eyes. 

"Min Yoongi what are you planning?" You ask him with a chuckle. He loves to screw with his members because they all know not to mess with him. 

"I'm going to scare them first and then we'll surprise them. I'm going to act like something is really wrong with you and they all need to come with me to help. I'll act all distraught and then when they see you we'll yell surprise about the baby." Yoongi explains to you. You just shake your head and laugh at him. "That's good, but they may hate you after that." You tease. 

"Nah they won't. Especially if they want to see the baby." He jokes.

 ~3 months later~

Yoongi and the boys finally had a little break where you could have the surprise party. Luckily it wasn’t hard to hid your growing bump since all the boys had been busy. But now was the best time to tell the new uncles. Yoongi was at the studio getting them around while you were you were waiting inside the house with blue and pink balloons thrown around. 

You hear Yoongi come up to the door sounding frantic. "I-i don't know what is wrong... I just need help." He swings the door open and all of the member's faces flicker from worry to concern to confusion as they take in the balloons and you standing there, smiling at them. 

"What...?" Namjoon trails out, clearly confused. Taehyung and Jungkook kick at a balloon. 

"Um hyung she seems fine." Jimin states also confused. 

Yoongi goes over to you and places a hand on your little bump. You both just beam at the boys. Jin is the first to get it. "Wait... are you?" He quirks up an eyebrow.

"Yes, I am." You excitedly tell them. 

Now the others understand.

 There are shouts of, "Oh my goodness!" 

"Does hyung even like kids?" 

"Are you for real?!"

 And a loud J-Hope, "So does that mean we are going to be uncles!?" You nod at him. "We want all six of you to be the uncles to our child, if you chose to be..." 

All six of them nod their head vigorously. "Of course we want to be!" Jimin yells out. Out of all the boys he is the one who is most drawn to babies and small kids. 

You smile and throw your arms open. The members all rush to have a big group hug with you. Yoongi stands there awkwardly until Taehyung pulls him into it. 

After the hug the boys stay around for a little while before going back to the studio to work. You show them the first ultrasound and they gush over the picture. Looking up, you see Yoongi watching you with an expression of pure love. You feel the tips of your ears turn red and you start to blush like a schoolgirl falling in love again. 

~Delivery time~

You hold your stomach and waddle around the room. 

"She's stubborn just like her daddy." You huff out at Yoongi who is currently freaking out in the corner. "If it's anyone who should be freaking out it should be me." You think to yourself. 

Yoongi tries to look calm and collected. "Um correction, I think she got that from both of us." He tries to joke. 

He gets up and walks over to you on shaky legs. Kissing your belly first, he gives you a peck before putting some loose hair behind your ear. 

"You are beautiful jagiya and you can do this." He gives you an encouraging smile. You smile back at him. 

He continues to bring light to your world even when you feel like you are dying. Another contraction starts and you feel the urge to push. You were so glad you had someone to go through this with you.

"Y-yoongi..." You grip his arm and grab your belly. He helps you back into your hospital bed as the contraction stops. "They are getting closer together, go get the doctor please." You ask him, breathing heavily. 

He gives you a long look of concern then lets go of you to find the doctor. You let out a deep breath and rub your belly. 

"Work with me here honey... mommy and daddy want to meet you. I promise it's nice out here..." You mumble to your daughter. 

Soon Yoongi comes back with the doctor and she checks how far along you are. 

"Well Y/N looks like she's ready to come out. Are you ready to push?" The doctor asks. You just nod and Yoongi is instantly at your side holding your hand. 

The doctor pings the nurses and they come streaming in, gloves and gowns donned. They help get you all adjusted and ready to push as the doctor gets her gloves and gown on too. She faces you and asks again, "Ready to push at the next contraction?" You nod and brace yourself. Soon the next contraction comes and you push hard. 

Yoongi is next to you watching you then watching the doctor and back and forth. He is sweating profusely and is mumbling a lot. 

"You're doing good baby. You're doing really good. Keep breathing. She's almost here..." You keep pushing until you hear your daughter take her first breath and show off her lung capacity. 

"It's a girl!" The doctor cheers to you both. She passes your daughter off to the nurses to run the tests and clean her up. You look up at Yoongi as he smiles like a mad man at you. 

"You did it jagiya. She's here." He tells you as he pushes the sweaty hair off your face and kisses your forehead. 

You collapse back on the bed, exhausted. "We, we did it..." You trail off, exhausted. Then a warm object is placed on your chest. 

It's your daughter, all wrapped in pink and scrubbed clean. You look down at her precious sleeping face. She looks like an angel. Using one finger, you gently push back her blanket to get a better look at her face.

Her tiny hand reaches out and grips onto your finger. In that moment, your heart melts and is stolen once again. You feel something wet drip onto your shoulder and you look up at Yoongi. He is quickly wiping his eyes and acting like he didn't just shed a few tears. You motion for him to come closer. He moves his head down to yours and you surprise him with a kiss. 

"I love you. So much." You tell him.

 "I love you too. More than the whole world." He responds back and gives your daughter a kiss on the forehead. "So what is her official name?" He asks you. 

For weeks you two were bouncing names off each other. And finally you decided on one. "Min Ji Young." You say while looking at your daughter. 

Yoongi leans down near you two. "It's perfect. Just like her." 

You can tell she has already stolen his heart too. You chuckle and give Ji Young another kiss. 

After you get moved back into your hospital room from the OR, it didn’t take long for the room to be filled with noise.

It was the other members coming in to see you and Ji Young. They all looked so nervous yet excited. Some went over to Yoongi to congratulate him. "You did it hyung! You're a father!" Jungkook says while clapping him on the back. Yoongi sheepishly looks at the guys. 

Jimin, Taehyung, and J-hope automatically came to the side of the bed to see Ji Young. "Wah.... she's so tiny..." Taehyung whispers. Jimin just looks at her in awe. J-hope carefully touches her little fist. Jin and Yoongi were talking and you see Namjoon just standing there, looking happy yet nervous.

 "Namjoonie, come here." You gesture to him. He walks up to the bed with Jungkook behind him. "Yeah Y/N?" He asks. 

"Do you want to hold Ji Young? She needs to meet each of her uncles." You tell him with a smile. 

He at first looks scared. "B-but I don't want to drop her..." The "Destruction Monster" says.

 "It's alright, I trust you. You won't drop her." You tell him. You sit up and carefully hand Ji Young to Namjoon and help him with positioning her. Namjoon grins at you and looks down at Ji Young. "Hi Ji Young...It's your Uncle Namjoon." He talks to her in a quiet voice. 

He gently touches her face and then her little fist which is curled up near her face. That little fist opens up and grips onto his finger, completely encircling it. 

She opens up her eyes for a split second to look at him before closing them again. A little smile curls the corners of her mouth.

 Your heart melts even more than before and you can see Namjoon’s does too.

A few days later, you and Ji Young are released from the hospital. Yoongi takes some time off of being in the studio to be able to take you two home. 

"Are you sure you're able to be here honey?" You ask him. 

"Y/N, even if I wasn't supposed to I would sneak out. Besides the members would cover for me. You and Ji Young are more important to me than my music." He tells you very matter-a-factly. 

Your breath hitches a bit and you smother your face into Ji Young's blanket as your eyes water. Your hormones are still out of wack and Yoongi is the type to just say sweet meaningful things without actually meaning to say them. But when he talked especially about his music. That was his life. His whole purpose for existing. 

 "Thank you jagiya..." You tell him.

 "Of course." He says back and leans down to kiss the top of your head. Soon your little family reaches your home. You both get Ji Young situated in her new room while you hug Yoongi and watch her sleep in her crib with her little gloved hands curled up to her face. He puts his arms around your waist and leans into you as you lean into his chest. "I love our little family, nae sarang." He whispers to you. You nod your head. "Me too." You whisper back.

Months later, your maternity leave is over and you have to go back to work. Your parents live overseas and Yoomgi's parents live far away from Seoul so there isn’t the help from your parents. But you both don't really want to spend the money to put Ji Young in a daycare so Yoongi decides to take her to work with him, which worries you. 

"It will be fine Y/N. Bang-nim loves babies and if I'm recording or busy, the members can watch her or the manager. You've met them all, you know they are all good nice people. And you know you can't take her with you to work." He tells you.

 "I know, I know. I-i just don't like not having her around..." You explain, the worry very clear in your voice. Yoongi wraps his arms around you. 

"You worry too much yeobo. It will all work out. Just have a good day at work and I'll update you every hour on how we're doing. Does that work?" He lifts up his head to look down at you in the eyes. You lift your head up to meet his eyes. 

"I guess... I'm just going to miss her so much..." You lean down to give Ji Young a kiss while she sleeps in her car seat. 

"I know you will Y/N-ah and she will miss you too but her beautiful momma has to go be a powerful women. You can't leave the company by itself for too long." Yoongi reminds you.

 Your makeup company, Crave Cosmetics, is a rising company in the Korean beauty industry. It is practically your baby too and was still in its early developing stage. "Okay... okay..." You nod, agreeing with your husband.

 He wishes you to have a good day and then gives you a kiss. He deepens the kiss into something more, pushing up against you and moves his hands down your back. You pull back from him laughing. He has an evil gleam to his eyes. “Possibly baby number 2 soon?” He jokes.

"You devil." You tease and give him a quick peck.

 Yoongi laughs at your comment and walks you to your car. After you leave for work, Yoongi takes Ji Young with him to the studio. 

"Alright princess, time to go to work and see your uncles." He tells his sleeping daughter. At the studio all the other members are already there getting things around. 

"Hyung!" Yoongi hears someone yell. 

"Jimin-ah! Ji Young is sleeping!" Yoongi sternly whispers to Jimin. Jimin throws his hands over his mouth. 

"Oops. Sorry hyung..." He sheeply grins at Yoongi. "Sorry Ji Young." He whispers in turn to the covered car seat Yoongi is carrying. 

The other members notice Yoongi's presence. 

"Oh, you brought Ji Young today?" Namjoon asks Yoongi. He nods. 

"Yeah, Y/N-ah has to go back to work today so I brought her." Yoongi tells Namjoon.

 Namjoon pulls up her cover and smiles at the sleepy Ji Young. He has grown fond of her even if he isn't a super big baby person. After all the members fawn over her, Yoongi puts her in the small spare recording room where it is quiet. He puts the diaper bag that he was shouldering down too.

 "Ji Young, daddy will be in the next room in case you need anything." He leans down and whispers into the car seat. Ji Young yawns and opens her big deep black eyes before going back to sleep. Yoongi smiles and strokes his daughter's fluffy hair. He looks at her lovingly for a few more seconds before standing up and turning towards the door. 

5 of the members are there watching him. 

Yoongi can feel his ears turning red. "What?" He snaps at them. They all laugh and smile at him. 

"It's different to see you being a dad without Noona being around." Taehyung tells you.

 "You're showing affection." Jungkook points out. Yoongi's face grows redder. 

"Yeah yeah yeah now get out so she can sleep." He shoos them out. 

After a couple hours Yoongi hears Ji Young crying. He drops everything and goes into the spare room. She's thrown off her blanket and is kicking around in the car seat. 

"Hey my little princess..." He tries to soothe her. 

Picking  her up, he tries to calm her down. "Are you hungry?" He asks out loud. 

Grabbing an extra bottle from the diaper bag, he gives Ji Young the bottle and she eagerly sucks it down. Yoongi just chuckles and pats her back while walking around with her. He ventures out into the studio, now that she is being quiet. His manager and some of the other BigHit staff are out there. They coo and gush over Ji Young. He can see her preening in the attention. 

Yoongi chuckles. "Huh you like being center stage I see." He says to her. Ji Young turns to his voice and looks up at him and gives him a small smile around her bottle. 

Going back into the spare room, Yoongi sets Ji Young back in her car seat. As he puts her down she starts to cry again. So he picks her back up and then tries again. But same thing, she cries when he sets her down.

 "Ji Young, daddy has to go back to work..." He softly tells her. After more crying, he ends up stopping trying to put her down. So Yoongi walks around the spare room, bouncing her up and down to calm her down.

 "What's wrong princess?" He rubs her back and continues bouncing her. The crying still doesn't stop. Suddenly Yoongi has an idea. 

In the spare room there happens to be a piano. Luckily, he brought the baby carrier to strap Ji Young to his chest in case he needed it for some reason. Once he gets her situated in that, it leaves both his hands free. 

He sits down at the piano and starts to play softly and gently. He begins playing the intro to "I Need U" over and over and then transitions into the instrumental verson of it. Ji Young slowly stops crying and listens to her daddy playing. She is fascinated by the movement of his hands and the noise of the piano. 

Yoongi then starts to softly hum the lyrics to "I Need U". The rumbling of his humming in his chest and the music lulls Ji Young back to sleep, her little eyelids growing heavy until she grows slack in the baby carrier up against her daddy's chest. Seeing she finally fell back asleep, he slowly and carefully gets up and unstraps Ji Young to put her back in the car seat. 

Once he's successful, he tiptoes out of the spare room and right into his members. Jungkook tries to hide his phone but Yoongi already saw. 

"Were you videoing me!?" He struggles to keep his voice down. Jungkook just shrugs at him. J-hope pipes up. "It was just so cute hyung and we had to send it to Y/N." J-hope tells Yoongi. 

Yoongi just scratches his neck, growing warm again. "I probably should let her know how everything is going..." He trails off trying to act like he wasn't just being cute. 

At work your phone dings. Picking it up you swipe to unlock it. 

It's a text from Jungkook. Clicking the message open you see it's a video of Yoongi.

 "Oh goodness what is he doing now." 

Knowing Jungkook it could be many things. The video starts out kind of far away until Jungkook zooms in. It looks like Yoongi is playing the piano. But there's something on his chest. Looking closer you can see it's Ji Young in the baby carrier. Her little head bobs back and forth against her father's chest. You hear the piano version of "I Need U" streaming out of your phone microphone. 

 Curling your hand under your chin, you prop your head up on your fist, watching the video play. Your mouth pulls up into a small smile. 

Your husband always looks so handsome and elegant while playing the piano. Every once in a while he looks down at your daughter. You see him breathing like he's singing.

 "What is he...?" You ask yourself. "Oh..." You suddenly remember. You've seen him do this before. "He's humming to her. Awwww..." You gush at your husband. 

You can see your daughter's eyes close and her head bob against his chest as she falls asleep. After seeing she's asleep, Yoongi carefully gets up and puts her back into the car seat. Then the video ends when he stands back up. 

Your heart swells with love at how sweet your husband is to his daughter. Watching your husband reminds you of how you two met.

 You met Yoongi before he was a trainee when he was just Min Yoongi and not Suga of BTS. You both went to high school together. During your junior year, you two started dating. You continued to date until your parents told you, you and them had to suddenly move back to the states because your grandmother was dying and someone had to take over her estate. Regretfully you had to break up with Yoongi because you weren't sure if you'd ever be able to come back to Korea. 

You both were crushed. 

You tried to keep in contact with him but the time difference made it difficult. A couple years passed and you got your business degree in America but you wanted to return to South Korea since it was more of your home than America. 

Ever since you were little, you planned on starting your makeup company in Korea. You still had that dream and plan, so you told your parents. They were torn because they were still needed in the states but you felt the need to return to South Korea.

 Not only did it feel like home but also your first love was still there, whom you hadn't forgotten about. So when you were 22, you left the states and went back to South Korea. 

Before you left you reached out to Yoongi to tell him you were coming back, hoping he still cared for you. When you got to the airport in Seoul, there was Yoongi, a few years older and impossibly handsomer, holding a bouquet of flowers and a sign with your name on it. 

You dropped your bags and ran to him, throwing your arms around him. He squeezed you tight. "I'm not dreaming right?" He asked you burying his head into where your shoulder and neck meet. You shook your head. "This is real." You told him. 

He kissed your forehead. "I never stopped loving you. I knew you'd come back to me." He kissed you right then and there in the airport, without a care in the world. You two immediately started dating again and picked off where you left like things had never changed. Within a month Yoongi proposed to you and you two were married within a year. Your parents flew in from America to celebrate with you two. It was the happiest time of your life. 

You will never forget one line of Yoongi's vows, "I knew you were the love of my life and that I was going to marry you when I couldn't live without you for those 3 years. So I vowed that if you ever returned to me I would make you mine." 

Those words to this day still make your heart flutter. By the time you came back to South Korea, Yoongi was in the midst of becoming an idol so everything was hush hush but you didn't care since you had him. Nowadays things are fine. He talks about you sometimes on interviews but everyone is Korea is pretty good about your privacy of being married to an idol. 

"Ah...um..Mrs.Min-nim?" A voice pulls you back from your reminiscing. It's your assistant Ha Re. 

"Yes Ha Re?" You ask her.

 "You're needed for a meeting." She tells you. You pull yourself from your phone and go to the meeting.

 Back at Big Hit, Yoongi is getting ready for a small exclusive fan sign. It's a small enough fan sign that taking Ji Young will be alright. This would be her first public appearance with her daddy that is documented by someone other than her momma. 

Yoongi sits in the chair while the makeup noonas style his hair and do his makeup. He has Ji Young's car seat at his feet and is gently rocking it with one foot. She continues to sleep while the dressing room is a whirl wind of people. 

"You really are like me Ji Young, you can sleep through anything." He tells her, watching her little self sleep soundly. "Hopefully at the fan meeting it won't be too loud for you." 

Yoongi's manager and some of the noonas asked him if he wanted them to look after Ji Young while he was at the meeting but he told them no he didn’t to burden them. Secretly, it was because he didn't want her to leave his sight.

 "All done." The noona told him while tapping his shoulder to indicate he could stand up now. He bowed and thanked her. Picking up Ji Young's car seat, he went to where his members were waiting to go out onto the stage. Jimin looked at Ji Young sleeping and then back up at Yoongi. 

"Hyung are you sure it's a good idea to bring her out there? We don't want anything to happen to her..." Namjoon seemed really worried about Ji Young. 

Yoongi put his arm around Namjoon. "Namjoon don't worry. I will keep her safe and it's only a small fan meet." He just nodded and looked down at Ji Young again. 

Soon their manager told them it was time for the fan meeting to start. They filed out and Yoongi heard a mass "AW" fill the auditorium where the meeting was being held. He gently sat Ji Young behind him while he stepped in front of her to be in line with his members while they did their introduction. He added something else to his today.

 After he bowed to the crowd and said his name, he took a step back to show the ARMYs the car seat, sweeping his arm out to gesture to her. "And today with me I have my daughter Ji Young since her mom had to work today so she came with daddy to work. She's sleeping right now but hopefully she will wake up to meet you all." Yoongi said with a big grin. 

There were some screams and cheers before someone sushed them. Yoongi chuckled and addressed the ARMYs again. "Don't worry Ji Young is a good sleeper. Much like her daddy." He adds a wink at the end. This makes the ARMYs go wild. 

They seem to love “Daddy” Yoongi so much more now that he became a dad. The members then took their seats and the staff started to let the ARMYs come up to the table to meet the boys. Yoongi put Ji Young behind him and waited for his turn with the ARMYs. 

For a while Ji Young slept and didn't make a peep until it was near the end. She started to cry but there were still more ARMYs for Yoongi to meet. Instead of having his manager help, Yoongi just picked Ji Young up from her car seat and held her in one folded arm while balancing her bottle in her mouth. The other arm he had free to write on the ARMYs album and to be able to touch them. 

He showed Ji Young again to the ARMYs and they fawned over her. Every once in a while she'd open her eyes and look around. One time she gripped onto Yoongi's thumb on his free hand and refused to let go. It was an interesting thing to watch while Yoongi tried to pay attention to the ARMY but also get his hand free in the process to write. "Ji Young, you've got to let go of daddy..." He gently scolded her. The ARMY just laughed and cooed about how cute Ji Young was. 

Mercifully, Ji Young was quiet rest of the time Yoongi held her during the fan meeting. When the members stood up to wave and bow goodbye, Yoongi still held Ji Young and bowed goodbye. With his free hand he waved goodbye to the ARMYs then he picked up Ji Young's arm and made her wave goodbye to them too. This made the ARMYs squeal. He laughed at the ARMYs reactions and looked down at Ji Young. "Wah~ They love you Ji Young." 

He held her in front of his face, careful to prop her head up and keep it steady. Smiling at her, she gave him a small smile back. Yoongi almost dropped her. "Yah! Guys! Ji Young smiled at me!" He chased after his members to tell them. 

Soon Ji Young was back asleep and it was time for the next part of Yoongi's day, a photo shoot for the upcoming album. While Yoongi waited for his turn he would rock Ji Young as the other members took their individual pictures. Then it was Yoongi's turn. 

He picked up Ji Young's carseat and carried it to where the photographer was. He set her down close enough to him but far enough away so she wasn't in the way. "Please please don't cry Ji Young." He slightly prayed. 

The first few minutes the shoot went well until Yoongi saw her car seat shake and then a blanket go flying off. He groaned. "Ohhhh crap..." He muttered under his breath. He couldn't leave now because he was in the middle of the shoot and Ji Young couldn't cause an issue or else he wouldn't be able to bring her to work anymore. He was torn between ignoring her and letting her get tired or to go pick her up. 

Before he could choose Jin came over and scooped her up. He looked at Yoongi, "Don't worry Yoongi-ah I'll take care of her. You just work hard." He gave Yoongi a grin and whisked Ji Young off into the dressing room. Yoongi sagged in relief now that she was being taken care of.

 In the dressing room Jin was checking Ji Young for if she needed a diaper change. "Nope." He shook his head. "Are you hungry?" He asked her. 

Reaching for her bottle, he held it up to her mouth. She just kept crying. "Hmm... you aren't hungry either." He put the bottle back. "Maybe you were just bored. I know daddy hasn't been able to play with you much today." Jin talked to Ji Young. "How about we play then?" He asks in a cute voice. 

Jin grabs Ji Young's play mat and rolls it out. After putting toys on different spots on it, he carefully puts Ji Young on it. "There we go! Now we can play." He grins at her and shakes a lion shaped rattle. Ji Young looks up at her uncle and gargles at him while trying to grab at the toy. He gives the toy to her and she immediately puts it in her mouth, teething on it. 

Pulling out his phone, he takes pictures of his "niece". He sends some of the pictures to you. The other members notice that Ji Young is up so they come sit down at her mat. J-hope reaches out and tickles her belly, causing her to giggle.  Namjoon just sits back and watches Ji Young with all the members. Jimin takes pictures of Ji Young and finds another toy in her diaper bag. Jungkook and Taehyung play with a toy for a bit before giving it to Ji Young. She rolls over on her stomach and then rolls back.

 Taehyung reaches out and rubs her back while she drools all over as she’s chewing on the new toy. Soon Yoongi's shoot is done and he walks back to the dressing room. Seeing the sight of all of his members fawning over his daughter makes him chuckle still. He walks up behind Namjoon and sits down in the group. Ji Young sees her daddy and tries to get to him by scooching herself across the plastic mat. Yoongi just laughs and scoops her up, propping her up in his lap. The boys find snacks in her diaper bag and take turns feeding her. 

She loves her food as she tries to take fist fulls of the snacks handed to her. "Yah! Ji Young-ah!" Yoongi scolds. "One at a time." The other members chuckle. 

"Hyung, it sounds like you're yelling at us." Jungkook tells him while laughing. Yoongi just smiles and tries to kick at Jungkook. 

Finally the day ends and it is time for Yoongi and Ji Young to go home. You are stuck at work for a little bit longer so Yoongi gets home first. It's dark out by the time you pull into your driveway and step into the house. "Yoongi-ah?" You call out to him. You look in your guys bedroom.

 Not there.

 You look in the living room.

 Not there either.

 "Hmm... it is late. Maybe he is putting Ji Young down for bed." You wonder out loud. Making your way upstairs you hear noise floating out from Ji Young's nursery. You peek inside. 

Yoongi is rocking Ji Young, who is crying and fusing. "Ji Young?" Yoongi whispers to your daughter. "Do you want to hear the new song Daddy had been working on?" He asks her gently. He then starts to quietly rap and sing his part in the song. 

"Take my hand right now

Ireon naega mitgiji anha

Sogeuroman sucheon beoneun deo malhaesseossdeon geu mal Geudaeneun nal tteonaji ma

You got the best of me You got the best of me Kkuminji hyeonsirinjineun ttakhi jungyochi anhji

Geujeo niga nae gyeote issdaneun ge Thanks.”

(So take my hand right now I can’t believe myself Words I said thousands of times only to myself Don’t leave me You got the best of me You got the best of me Whether this is a dream or reality, it’s not important Just the fact that you’re by my side Thanks)

When he was done, he looked down at Ji Young, who's head is resting on his shoulder while the rest of her little body is splayed out on Yoongi's chest.

 "It's called 'Best of Me' because you and your momma bring out the best in me..." He rubs her back and kisses the top of her head.

 Your heart melts once again for like the fifty millionth time today. First the video, then Jin's pictures and now Yoongi's confession. You swear he tries to kill you somedays. 

He leans back in the rocking chair and closes his eyes while still rocking Ji Young. You take this as your cue so you tiptoe into the nursery and up to your little family. Leaning over, you kiss Yoongi's forehead. He cracks an eye open and sees you. His face splits into a smile. 

"Hello yeobo." His voice is deep with sleepiness.

 "Hello jagiya." You respond back. "Is she sleeping?" You ask him. 

He shifts ever so slightly to check her. He nods his head. Carefully standing up, Yoongi puts her in her bassinet and leans over to give her a kiss. You follow suit and brush some of her hair out of her face before giving her a kiss.

 "Goodnight my world." You follow Yoongi out of the nursery and click the light off. Shutting the door quietly, he wraps you up in his arms. Burying his head into your neck, he murmurs. "I missed you so much today Y/N." 

You play with his hair. "I missed you too my jagiya."

 He kisses your forehead. "I can't believe what you do for Ji Young." He tells you. Your heart melts once again for now the fifty millionth and one time. 

"Awww Yoongiiii..." He picks his head up and looks at you while you get on your tiotoes. You surprise him with a peck on the nose. He smiles and kisses you full on the lips.

Annalise Moberly -- more commonly known as Rio to the rest of the world -- could definitely be classified as a rarity; a morning person. Her band mates didn't even refer to her with the term, instead, they took up the lovely adjective 'insane' to call their main vocalist. On anyday, at exactly at five fifteen in the morning, you could find Annie in the girl's kitchen with a mug of coffee -- black -- snuggled in her hands. She would we tucked away in a brightly colored sweater without any pants on -- because who wheres pants at home? -- and a book with too many pages beneath her nose. It would be a romance novel, she was a sap for those, and by the time she finished her coffee she would be almost halfway to halfway done. It was probably her superpower -- besides waking up at the ass crack of dawn -- to be able to read a book so quickly the flash would be envious.

That's where Min-ji found Annie that morning when she found herself once again in the clutches of her insomnia. Although, this time it was earlier than normal. This time it was around one in the morning and Min-ji was beyond confused.

"Annie?" Min-ji roared when she spoke. It was never on purpose, she just was a naturally loud and bubbly person. Annie didn't jump, she expected her friend to slump down the steps and pop around the kitchen corner fairly soon. Also, nothing really scared Annie; she always had been an impenetrable brick wall according to her moms.

Annie hummed in response to her friend, her eyes didn't leave her monitor as she typed mindlessly on her laptop.

"What're you doing awake?" Min-ji was confused, not beyond, just confused. She was, actually, beyond used to Annie waking up at ungodly hours of the day. Just never this hour.

"Couldn't sleep," Annie sniffled, wiggling her nose and pursing her lips. "Figured why not get a head start on some new beats. Some new jams, get hizzy with it-"

"Stop. Please, just, stop." Min-ji raised her hand as she reached the fridge, turning away from Annie and rummaging inside of it. Annie glanced up and could've sworn -- hand over heart and needle through eye -- that Min-ji's lower half disappeared inside of the damn thing. When she reappeared, she held a hug of milk and practically threw it on the counter.

"My god, MinMin, I thought you had insomnia not anger issues," Annie crinkled her nose at the violence towards the dairy product. Her fingers found their way around the mug just beside her laptop, it was filled with calming chamomile this time. Not black coffee. She didn't get a reaponse from Min-ji, just an exhausted grunt and a casual flip of a -- not so nice -- finger. "There's tea in the kettle if you-okay"

Annie cut herself off as Min-ji slammed a mug -- hopefully, not precious -- down onto the counter and poured a hefty glass of milk. Min-ji thought for a second before she turned around again to put the milk up. Once the fridge devoured her for a little bit, she was spat back out with a new bottle in her hands.

"Is that rum?" Annie raised her brows at her elder bandmate, watching her wearily. Min-ji glared up and into Annie's eyes as she unscrewed the top. Her hand wrapped around the neck of the bottle and tipped it over the side, pouring in a fair amount of liquor. "Alrighty then."

Annie closed her laptop, her dainty fingers pressing the screen down onto the keys. She finished off her mug of chamomile, watching Min-ji chug down the whole mug quicker than Annie could say 'holy shit, bitch.'

Annie shoved her chair back, the legs smoothly gliding across the pristine -- alright, that's a bit if an exaggeration -- white tile. She walked around the island, landing beside Min-ji.

"You do know what time it is, right?" Anne quirked her brow, her concern rising as Min-ji -- determined to suckle the last drop of her mixture -- had her nose and mouth tucked into the mug.

Min-ji's eyes poked around the mugs rim, shooting a look towards Annie as she placed her own mug into the sink. Her voice was simultaneously muffled and echoey from inside the mug,"Of course, do I look incompetent to you?" Annie opened her mouth to answer, a good already on the tip of her tongue.

"Well-"

"Rhetorical. Do not answer that," Min-ji dropped the mug from her face and sat it in the sink next to Annie's. Annie smiled tiredly, sluggishly moving to retrieve her laptop and push in her barstool. The effects of her chamomile were already pumping through her veins. Her head felt foggy and her eyes were glassy.

"Whatever you say, MinMin. Nighty night," Annie began to walk away, to retreat to her room and not be seen until in a few hours, but she stopped and turned back to Min-ji for a second,"by the way, I don't know if you've heard, but if you keep scowling like that your face is liable to get stuck."

Min-ji threw one last glare as the girl passed the banister and ascended the stairs, muttering to herself as she reached for a muffin in the center of the island. "Smart ass."

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Annie did not wake up at her usual time, in fact, she was beyond late and that was totally out of character for her. The next time she opened her eyes, she was curled up in an odd position on her bed with the sheets somewhere on the floor. Annie always got hot at night, but cold in the day. It took her a moment to register the sun--something she wasn't used to seeing in the morning--when she pried her eyes to stay open and rubbed them awake. She took in a deep breath and turned her head.

8:39 a.m

"Fucking ducks," Annie cursed, flinging herself off her bed. She grabbed her phone and headed downstairs, her mind wandering to the earlier hours of the morning she first trekked down the steps. The reason she woke up of course, she hadn't lied to Min-ji, was because of the wave of emotion she felt. The rush if excitement and worry practically being shoved down her throat, dreams of yellow and pink with swirls and beautiful music shook her awake. She practically choked on enthusiasm, instantly grabbing her laptop and writing down the music she hears in her dream. Angelic, light and a beat that crawled out of hell. It was perfect, hut Annie had no clue what it was for.

When she stumbled into the kitchen, her hands were running through her hair quickly. Yanking out knots and unwanted curls, she crunched her nose as she ignored the pain.

"Well good morning, sleeping beauty," Annie snapped a glare towards Hidaya, suddenly feeling the urge to choke the woman to death with her hijab. Hidaya smirked, a mug of whatever concoction she needed to slurp in the mornings loosely supper in her hands.

"Careful," Annie warned, "I might teach you a new way to wrap your hijab." Hidaya rolled her eyes, sipping her tea. Annie bit her cheek, sifting through the pantry.

"Like you have time for that," Ami snorted tossing the girl a silver rectangular packe,"It's brown sugar. Go get dressed, we have dance practice then a meeting with BigHit."

Annie froze,"BigHit?"

Ami nodded, nibbling on the eggs and bacon laid out in front of her that she did not bother to share with anyone else. "Yeah, you know, the company over BTS."

Annie nodded slowly,"Right. Yeah." As Ami said BTS, Annie got the burst of pinks and yellows around her vision. "Okay."

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"Why on Earth," Min-Ji questioned, breathing heavily and patting her forehead with a towel,"is this meeting scheduled after a dance practice? That's like taking team photos after the first practice of the season. It's satanic!"

Annie scrunched her face at the girl as they walked down the pristine lavender walls of the company building. "You're so over dramatic," Annie shook her head at her best friend, throwing her towel at the girls chest.

"I just dont get it,"Min-Ji mumbled, pulling a grossed out face as she plucked the towel off of her shirt and handed it to Ami. The sweet mom of the group took the towel without hesitation and send a secret annoyed look to Hidaya.

"Well dont think too much," Annie warned, her hand wrapping around the handle to their bosses office,"Might hurt yourself."

"Oh, so original."

The four girls stumbled awkwardly into the office, dressed in sweatpants and jumpers quickly thrown over sports bras. Annie inspected everyone else in the room, definitely underdressed.

"Girls, glad you could make it." Danielle greeted them, a tight smile stretched across her flushed cheeks.

Annie scrunched her nose, sliding into a rolly chair on the opposite side of the table where a boy with pink hair resided. She muttered to herself, no one in particular,"You literally make our schedules."

Ami reached over Min-Ji and smacked the girls bicep, Annie jumped in surprise as her fist made contact. The coffee addict gave Ami a bewildered look, puzzled and hurt.

"Shush,"Annie pouted, she sat back in her chair and crossed her arms like a child; she obeyed Ami's wishes.

"Right then," Danielle mainly spoke to the girls and the man sitting at the far end of the table, which Annie thought to be highly rude despite knowing the men couldn't understand many words her boss was saying. "Black Summer, meet BTS. BTS, meet Black Summer."

Hidaya opened her mouth, a smirk resident on her face."BS is always a swell term too."

Annie's eyes watched in fascination as the translator at the end of the table spoke, she could only understand the simple words and, in that moment, she thanked whatever god was out there that Min-Ji forced them into Korean language lessons. She watched the translator falter after he realized the sentences he had just flipped languages and reiterated to the seven gorgeous boys of Bangtan.

Annie's lips parted, she finally took the chance to look at them; they were all looking at each other.

The first one seemed to be a little younger than Annie, herself. Her had a blunt nose and big doe eyes that Annie enjoyed comparing to Ami's, but his were the same color as Annie's rather than a sky blue. He smiled as the translator finished Hidaya's witty snap and Annie bit her cheek as she realized the only thing she should be comparing him to is a bunny.

She moved on, there was a lot of territory to cover.

The next one that seemed most intriguing was the boy right across from her, he had flaming pink locks and cheeks that, even before smiling, poked around his eyes. He was one of the prettiest men Annie had ever laid eyes on, and she had met Shawn Mendes a month ago. He smiled at Annie as their eyes met and the coffee addict couldn't help but reciprocate the grin, his happiness was intoxicating and contagious like a disease Annie never wanted to be cured of.

She gave him a small wave and continued to find someone that interested her. The next two had their arms around each other in an affectionate but casual way, Annie noticed that one of them had his face flushed and he didn't fit the standard Korean beauty Min-Ji had ranted about so many times before. He had a bashful smile, they both did, but his was accompanied by dimples carving his cheeks. The other had broad shoulder that looked to dig into the others chest, but Annie noticed he didn't seem to mind. Annie liked his hair color, it reminded her of coffee with lots of creamer. The way Min-Ji likes her coffee.

The one she surveyed next had a bright boxy smile and strikingly jet black hair, his eyes scrunched--though not as much as cotton candy hair in front of her-- which made him seem like the brightest bottle of sunshine that Annie wanted to get absolutely wasted on. He had cute glasses on his head Annie swore she could pull out of Ami's flamboyant wardrobe.

Annie inspected two boys next, one had the brightest smile on his face -- brighter than cotton candy's and glasses' over there -- and he had his arm timidly linked with another boy's. The boy with the bright smile, Annie saw burst of yellow around him and her glance flickered to the other boys hair. The familiar melody she had dreamed of danced in her head, ricocheting between her ears. Annie felt oddly happy while looking at him and, while she didn't have time to cyber stalk them, assumed his alias was J-Hope from what she's heard. He returned her small, hesitant smile with the biggest one shed received so far. The boy attached to him, however, was looking over at something else instead of Annie's twitching lips.

Annie's lips parted, her interest finally peeked. He had grey hair with the slightest purple undertones, as if it hadn't all the way washed out. He had the smallest of smiles etched on his face, but the apples of his cheeks were the color of strawberry smoothies. Annie head the melody become accompanied with harmonies, the pitches blending in the back of her brain and a numbing mumble of lyrics just out of reach for her to understand.

Then he turned, his gaze shifted and their eyes met.

As soon as abyss collided with abyss, Annie felt a headache stab at her corneas. A dull ache, like beating a drum, pound at the back of her head. When Annie got the perfect look right into his mind from his eyes, mugs black coffee, the only way she drank it, Annie swallowed the pain. The melody boomed, the harmonies collided in perfect rhythm and the lyrics were there, dancing in front of her eyes where splashes of yellow and pink highlighted the most beautiful features of the man in front of her.

She blinked as he looked down at his hands, her own hands fidgeted before they shot out the notebook splayed out in front of Danielle.

"Annie?" Her boss jumped at her abrupt movements, almost shielding her face as the girl swiped things off the desk to find a pen. "Here! Here!"

Annie didnt finding the time to mumble a thank you ad her boss handed her a blue inked pen, her mind to busy running around with butterfly nets trying to catch and preserve every last note and lyric with pins into their wings and glass magnifying their beautiful colors. She didn't feel everyone's eyes on her, especially not the boy who caused symphonies in her head's.

Min-Ji leaned back, a proud smile adorned her perfect features. In her home language, the one she perfected when she was just a kid, she spoke to BTS. "That's just Annie being Annie, she finds music in the beauty around her." Min-Ji's eyes flickered around their faces,"One of you just became her muse. That song will exist because of you."

Annie didn't hear her words, but if she did; she would've bashfully agreed. A flustered smile would've pricked her cheeks once again and she would've tried her damn hardest to not look at the boy with the grey hair and perfect face. Knowing good and well he knew he was the last person she looked at before her outburst, they both knew...

Standing alone in a group of different individuals of staff members and singers, you surely enjoyed your time being there at the party. Jokes shared in between, while meeting the idol’s significant others. Being set up in public under an alias, you were never the type to be showing off that you were dating a feisty rapper. Though, a lot of people couldn't help but ask what he was doing this time of the night. You have been spending it alone, or with the other members sharing a drink, to walk around another 100 metres in high heels, to see your beloved boyfriend share a few tips to a group of people. You loved it, when he smiled your way, showing he was thinking of you, as you did with him.  

"Who's this pretty lady standing on her own?" A clean brave voice from behind, made you turn your heel to be met by Jin. His wine glass nearly emptied and the way his smile brightened, when he saw yours. It was always a thing for him to be like this around you, thinking Yoongi would never do such a thing.  

"I'm disappointed you don't already know my name, worldwide handsome" You joked, sipping on the sweetened drink to feel the alcohol run down your throat to the tips of fingers. Raising his brow to knowledge your joke, he swung an arm around you.  

"Where's Yoongi?" He questioned scanning the room of crowded people, with either too much alcohol or too little. You nodded your head to the direction of people a few metres away, to let Jin observe himself. "Over there"  

"Is he really your boyfriend if he leaves you like this?" Jin continued to ask, sipping on the drink. Normally it would bug you, but hearing the playfulness on his vocals made you only giggle in response. "Trust me I'm fine wit-"  

"Did you guys try the punch, because I'm certain it's without alcohol" Namjoon interrupted with Hoseok by his side, their glasses filled with the red liquid having the same discussion for the past twenty minutes, figuring out if they could get drunk by it or not. Their eyes landing on the arms surrounding your shoulders, made them wiggle their brows furiously. "Getting taken care of when your boyfriend isn't here?" Hoseok questioned with a smile, looking around to find the real boyfriend. You only shook your head, to have Jin hold tighter around your warm body.  

"Someone has to, when he's not around..." He sighed to tease, making you giggle once more as Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook came along to join the group. Their eyes giving the same question as you were used to, before you only shook your head for their delusional imagination. "I just saw him at the bar not too long ago, is it really okay or you two not being around together?" Taehyung blurted out, watching the people pass by with their dates and friends. You only shrugged, to the point it didn't matter anymore. You were never the type to stick to your significant other like glue, but you wouldn't mind doing it more often.  

"The most affectionate we have seen, is probably them sharing a quick hug?" Jimin added, as the others were trying to remember that one time. They could only agree, that they have never seen you being like a loving couple. "But, they have been together for two years and probably the strongest couple around. Yoongi must be doing something right." Namjoon spoke with a smile, making your stomach get filled with butterflies at the thought, of being a strong couple in the industry.  

"What am I doing right?" A seventh voice coming from behind, feeling the warm arm be replaced by another as the familiar scent of a cologne, tickled your nostrils. Yoongi were done talking with his friends, to see his girlfriend being surrounded by hyenas and were only curious enough what it was all about.  

"You know, the way you two seem so cold with each other, yet you continue being in a relationship." Hoseok answered, making Yoongi scrunch his brows at the comment, only moving his placement of a hand to your waist. There was a clear tension between the way you behaved, and how the boys analysed it.  

“Do you even love each other?” The youngest of the group asked, taking advantage of the atmosphere while the grip formed a burning mark on your devoured skin. Jungkook gave the burning eyes towards Yoongi, which only you knew were going to annoy him later on. A deep sigh was made by Yoongi, clearing the tensing air in the circle where everyone was afraid what would happen.  

"We do love each other. Now, let's go home. I'm tired" With that, you were dragged towards the exit as the others followed suit. The end of another discussion, and only let to be left in their imaginations why you and Yoongi were still together. Even in the car ride home, there wasn't a lot to talk about, but glancing at your boyfriend, there was something that bugged him. His pursed lip and the circles he did with his thumb on your thigh, assured you he had something bottled up, like always. You knew him too well, and he knew you. Maybe that's why, you two were destined to be perfect. 

Arriving at the dorm to be teaming up about bathroom schedule, you were seated in the guest room, where you and Yoongi were meant to be sleeping. Or at least, that's what you always did when you came around to not bother Jin. But sitting by yourself at the edge of the bed, the feel of your non-existent boyfriend felt quite lonely. More of all, it sounded like everyone was done doing their thing before bed, but Yoongi never returned. As always, you knew where to find him.  

"Weren't you the one that claimed to be tired?-" You leaned against the framed doorway, to see Yoongi with folded arms upon the PC, you knew he had troubles in his head. The familiar sound of a grumble, making you walk over to pat his tense shoulders. "-You're obviously bothered by something... what's wrong Sugar cube?" You continued, finally making him swift the chair to meet your body. His tired eyes looking up to yours, feeling a type of gravity pulling him down on the floor.  

"Do you think, that I don't love you?" He bluntly asked, making you smile lightly. His arms wrapping around your waist to pull you in between his legs. His hot breath soothing on your ribs, to only run your fingers through his soft locks.  

"Don't let them get to you..." You muttered, feeling his warped arms tighten. Tonight, has been one of the thousands that the boys had discussed your behaviour with each other, and it always came to the same thing.  

"I really love you, you know." He confessed, letting his face show lightly to have eye contact. It wasn't that Yoongi was doing it on purpose, holding back his excitement. It was just embarrassing to show that side of him in front of the boys, and shockingly, you didn't mind. You understood him like no other, and never pushed him to do something he wasn't comfortable with. But the continuance of doubt with his love for you, always took a toll on him. He loved you, a lot. Knowing people were thinking that way, was just breaking him, for what you would think.  

"When I saw you in that black dress... and Jin's arm around you at the party. I was about to go nuts. You looked absolutely stunning, and the fact that it looked like Jin were more capable of being your boyfriend, it was just too much for me to handle-" He continued to speak, while you hummed along to hear his words. Yoongi might have gotten too much alcohol, but this moment, was something you saw every day. He was insecure and a huge cuddle bear around you, that it would definitely be a shock for the members to see. "-You're just too fucking good to me, that if I don't control myself like this, I might go crazy on you. I want to hold your hand, but I'm scared people will see us. I want to kiss you every time I can, just because. I want to show the whole world your mine, but I'm just so fucking scared. I want to protect you."  

"Yoongi, there is no way, that your love for me is false. You tell me every day how much you love me, how beautiful I am. That I'm the happiest thing that is in your life, and that you wish to be my husband. I love you, and I wished you would never doubt that" There was something about your voice, that made him stand up to embrace your features. Your curved hips against the palm of his hands, and even the way your heart was beating harder than his own. The scent of flowers and candy, that only made his mind run wilder than horses.  

"Out of all the people I have met, I'm glad it's you, that my heart is aching for" Yoongi spoke into the crook of your neck, making chills form on the skin to only giggle lightly. His fingers intertwining with yours, to sway against each other like a dance. Kisses planted along your delightful jaw, to get teased before reaching the desired place. "Who's the best guy in the world for me?" You questioned with a smile, catching him off guard to steal kiss from him. His eyes growing wider but ending up with matching yours, to reach for the second kiss; "I am" His raspy voice sending electricity through your body, to make the aching between your legs increase.  

"I told you there was something fishy about their attitude!" A voice interrupting your shared kisses, to find all of the other boys surrounding the door frame with their heads. A sheepy smile and wildly wiggling eyebrows, you were feeling your cheeks flush with heat. Yoongi's posture in utter shock at the members finding you, and even too surprised to say something.  

"W-Why are you spying on us?!" You yelled, making Jin wink in response. "We just walked by an open door and saw this, totally not spying~"  

"It's way better to see you two, than watching a romcom" Jungkook teased, making you hide in the chest of Yoongi. His heart beating faster and his hands shaking around your body, to even realise that it's too late to make any excuses.  

"I'm going to hit you, if you don't leave right now" Yoongi finally spoke, trying to calm down his own blushed cheeks to where the boys only shared a laugh. The confusion grew on Yoongi's expression, as they all whistled and cooed in symphony.  

"Is our Sugar cube going to hit us now? Maybe Y/N can kiss it better if you leave a mark~" Taehyung echoed, making you look up to meet Yoongi's closed eyes. An exhausted laughter released, to only plant a sleepy kiss on your forehead. The boys awed at his actions, making you feel ten times more flustered than you had imagined. It was at this point, none of you would do anything like this. Even hugging is a rare thing, but it seemed liked Yoongi had reached a point. You could tell, in the kiss he shared while the others were watching.