As soon as you sat in his lap, he’d know it’s time to go home. He wouldn’t even think twice about it. He’d help you to the car, lay you down in the back seat and take you back home.
Suga
He’d want to hide his smile, but he’d fail as soon as he notices that you’re asleep. He’d tap you a few times to check if you were awake, but it wouldn’t work.
RM
Although it’s obvious that you won’t even remember what happened, he’d hold on to the cute memory as his own little secret. He knows how shy you get so he wouldn’t taunt you about it.
J-hope
Our Hobi is a sleepy drunk too, so he would just let you sleep it off. He’d rub your back and let you lay your head on his shoulder until it’s time to go back home.
Jimin
I see Jimin playing with your hair while you sleep.. He’d run his fingers through it to brush out the tangles and tuck your bangs behind your ear to keep the strands from getting on your face.
V
He’d think it’s the funniest/cutest thing ever! He’d let you nuzzle your head into his neck and wrap his arms around you. By the time you woke up, he’d have some painkillers for your hangover and a funny story about last night.
Jungkook
He’d start blushing when you sit down on his lap. He wouldn’t know what to do, but when you fall asleep, his first priority is to get you to bed.
For those who are single fandom stans, I do reblog for each of the three groups I follow and I also reblog the scenarios I write that are specific each group! ❤
Summary: You and Yoongi have been on again and off again for years, long before your eight-year-old daughter was even born. Now the unavoidable question is about to be asked,’Where does your relationship stand?’
Children are observant creatures. They don’t know complex relationships, they just know who’s together and who isn’t. The same goes for my little girl. She only knows that her mom and I aren’t together right now, but she can’t understand why.
During our daughter’s birthday parties, she and I would both be there for her, but when the other parents came to drop their kids off, they’d come as a true mom and dad, not just two people that were on again off again.
I met Y/n years ago. We hit it off really well, but then we hit a rough patch and broke up. We decided that if we met up again the next year, we’d give it another try, which we did, but it still didn’t feel right. We broke up for the second time and agreed that we should just wait for the right person. That pact didn’t last long of course, because the day we were both invited to the same wedding, we were reminded of why we got back together in the first place.
We were great together, we just didn’t see things in the right perspective. Y/n was sure that fate wanted us to be together, yet I still wasn’t so sure. I trusted her instinct anyway and we fell back into each other’s arms. That time I was sure we would make it, and then, one day, she had some news that would change our relationship forever.
“Hey, jagi. I’m home.” I walked over to give her a kiss and she smiled. When I pulled away I saw the redness around her eyes and realized she was crying.
“What’s wrong?”
“Yoongi, do you love me?” She asked.
“Of course I do, why would you ask that?”
“Because…” She struggled to get the words out, but after seeing her mind start racing, I knew it could only be one thing.
“You’re pregnant.”
“Yeah.” She burst into tears, her hands covered her face in shame. “I’m so sorry.”
“Sorry for what? You said the last time we broke up, it was because we couldn’t commit. Well, now I’m telling you that I’m not going anywhere.” I lifted her chin and tried to get her to look at me. “I know you’re scared about this, but this happened for a reason. As long as we have this baby, we’re going to be okay. I’m here for you.”
And I was there for her. We were side by side through the pregnancy and we both raised her for the first year just fine. But then we started thinking about the next step. She thought I only wanted to marry her because of the baby and honestly she was somewhat right. I wanted to get married and have kids, but things change. We had a kid, and then the talk of marriage just went off the rails.
We broke it off for the last time and swore that we would only do right by our daughter. She grew up with her mom and dad under different roofs. Y/n and I worked out the custody and decided on exactly half and half. I’d have her one week and Y/n would have her the other. Everything was going great until our little girl started to ask about us.
It was the day I picked her up from school. It looked like something was bothering her while we were having dinner and I asked what was wrong.
“My friends always have their moms and dads pick them up and I don’t.” She said with a pout.
“I’m sorry, baby, but your mom and I aren’t married.”
“When are you getting married?” She asked. I had no idea what to say. I could never lie to her, still, she’s too young to know the truth.
“Maybe someday. just not any time soon.” I can’t get her hopes up too high.
Of course, I love Y/n. She’s the mother of my child and the girl I saw my life with. There is just never a good time to be together. At first, we were too immature and couldn’t commit, then we were mature, but couldn’t agree to get married.
When we finished our meal and I tucked my daughter into bed, I still carried the thought of what might have been. What if Y/n and I just go where ever the relationship takes us. We only ran into problems when we think about marriage and commitment, but what if we just stayed exclusive? Y/n and I are great when we are just dating and carefree. Why did we rush? It only caused problems.
In a matter of hours, I made up my mind. I called Y/n and asked if she could meet me at my place. It was a little late at night, but since our daughter was asleep, we just had to stay quiet.
She texted me, saying she was outside rather than knocking and I answered the door.
“Hey, is everything alright?” She asked.
“Yeah. Everything is good. I just wanted to talk.” I invited her in and she sat down on my couch. “Y/n… I love you.”
“I love you too, Yoongi.” She said casually.
“No. I mean, Every time I think of my future, I see y/d/n and you with me.” I took her hands in mine before continuing. “We always argued about being together and putting labels on things, but it’s not what we really want. All I know right now is that I want my little girl to grow up with both of us on the same team. And most of all, I want to be with you.”
She looked at our hands and nodded. “I know you do. and I do too, but what about years from now? We can’t stay romantically involved for very long. How are we going to last.”
“I don’t know. I really don’t, but if history shows us anything, it’s that we are right for each other. We can take it slow this time.”
“You said that last time.” She disputed.
“It worked,” I said.
She laughed at my comment and said, “You wanna tell that to the little girl sleeping int he other room?”
“Y/n, just listen. We took it slow last time and we were together three months before you got pregnant, all through the pregnancy, and a year after that. I call that working. We only broke up because everyone asked where our relationship was going from there and we got nervous.”
“So where do you want us to go?” She asked. “If you say the bedroom I’ll be pissed.”
Her joke made me smile and I shrugged at her previous question. “We can just have dinner tomorrow if you’d like and talk about this more in detail.”
“And what if people ask about us?”
“We can tell them we’re dating. If things go well after that we can just cross that road when we get to it.” I told her. “Is that fair?”
“Yeah. I’d like that.” She said with a nod.
“Could I sneak in to give y/d/n a kiss goodnight?” She asked.
“Of course. First door on the right.”
I watched her walk down the hall and slowly open the door to our daughter’s room. I smiled to myself while she went in, knowing that we were finally going to try this for real. No stresses or labels, just the two of us and our little girl. When Y/n came back out, I showed her to the door. She hesitated before leaving and turned around to give me a hug, goodbye.
“Thanks for calling.” She said.
“No problem.” I pulled away and she left.
It’s still true that kids don’t save relationships, but if it’s really meant to be, they can certainly put things into perspective.
Summary: Yoongi hasn’t been having much luck with love being a single father, but a certain new nanny at his toddler’s daycare has plucked his heartstrings.
I bent down to get one more look at my son before sending him to daycare. “Be on your best behavior. Make sure you are nice to everyone, okay? Have fun.” He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tightly.
I watched him hurry inside and run up to one of the nannies in the hallway. She heard him yelling ‘Hi’ and bent down, scooping him up with a hug. She had one of the most beautiful smiles I’ve ever seen. When she let him back down, he grabbed her hand and the two walked into the playroom with the other kids while I turned to leave.
Who is this girl? I’ve taken my son to this daycare for the past six months, but this is the first I’ve seen of her.
I tried to remember if I met her before, but I kept drawing blanks. Orientation? No, I would have been introduced. She must be new here. I was given a second reason to pick-up my son as quickly as possible at the end of the day; I’m going to find out who the new nanny is.
Normally I would just walk up to the front desk and have my son waiting right there, but I came a few minutes early so I’d maybe catch another glance at the nanny I saw before.
My son came in through the door and there she was holding his hand. “Appa!” He ran to me and I picked him up.
“How was your day?” I asked him.
“Really good! Y/n taught us how to make cookies!” He held up a sandwich back with three cookies inside to take home.
“Who’s Y/n?” I asked him.
“That’s me. Sorry, we haven’t met before. I’m Y/n.” She extended her hand and I shook it. “I’m Yoongi. Nice to meet you.”
“You too.” She said with a smile. I left with my little one in my arms and he waved good-bye.
“See you tomorrow.” He said.
The whole ride home he went on and on about how much fun he had and I asked him about his new nanny. He was really my only source of information about her.
“She started last week, but she doesn’t work on Fridays.” He said. That was it. I was going to ask her to go out with me on Friday, that way she won’t have any stresses from work or anything.
Throughout that week, I’d drop off my son, go to work, pick him up a few minutes early and chat with Y/n while I waited. When Thursday rolled around, I came in with the confidence to finally ask her out.
“Hi, Yoongi, He should be right out, he’s grabbing his bookbag.” She said with her signature smile.
“Uh, Y/n,” I called out to her and she looked up from the computer. “I wanted to know if you maybe wanted to have dinner tomorrow night. If you aren’t busy of course.”
She thought to her self for a second and nodded. “I’d love to.” She replied and my son burst through the door and walked toward me. I lifted him into my arms and gave Y/n my phone number.
“See you then,” I said, walking out. She waved to the both of us and my heart raced. When we got out to the car, my boy gave me a sneaky smile.
“What are you smiling at little man?” I asked him.
“You like miss Y/n~” He teased and I smiled back at him. I was finally able to find a girl who didn’t care about me being a single dad. And I had my little man’s approval.
Summary: In your secret relationship with Yoongi, you’re only able to show affection behind closed doors, but you both take a risk and expose your relationship to the world.
Genre: Fluff, slight angst
I bobbed my head to the beat of Yoongi’s new mix, taking in the quick tempo of the rap verses and relaxed synthesizer riff in the chorus.
“Wow, babe. It’s really good.” I told him.
“I’m glad you liked it.” He laced our fingers together and rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb. “Because I want you to be a featured artist.”
I looked at him in shock, “Why me?”
“Are you joking? You’re one of the most talented female rappers I know. You have substance, and meaning to your lyrics, not just some materialistic rhymes, and name drops. You’re real.”
I’d be lying if said I wasn’t flattered, but I was more worried about what would happen if our secret came to light. Yoongi and I have been seeing a lot of each other lately, but it never left his studio. We’d order some lunch or dinner to have dates right here and work on our music. That’s the way we liked it. Not to mention his massive fanbase.
“I don’t know.” My shyness took over, making me a little insecure about all this.
“Y/n-ah. Please consider it. It’s just one song on one mixtape.” He assured.
I came to a quick decision and sighed. “Okay. I’ll do it.”
And that’s how it was. We recorded the song, I did a few verses for the hook and Yoongi added it to his mixtape.
We both counted down the days until it was released and I noticed how much hype it was getting. I felt like such a proud girlfriend. He really does deserve it all.
I sat in Yoongi’s studio with him and refreshed the page when the clock struck midnight. As soon as it dropped it was as if the whole fandom went wild. My heart pounded when I went to iTunes to buy it and saw the song we did together was the title track. I turned around in my chair and glared at him while he smirked at his phone.
“What did you do?” I asked him. He shrugged and leaned back in his chair while I directed my attention back to the screen. I watched the song climb up to the top of the kpop chart until it hit number one.
“I can’t believe it.” I mumbled.“And how could you make our feature song the title track? Do you want to be exposed?” My frantic tone had no effect on Yoongi’s nonchalant expression. He scooted closer and held my hand.
“What if we did? If we gave up this charade and just act like a couple. I hate being in here all the time when we should both see the light of day. Going on dates in public, holding hands outside of the studio, writing some more duets, and then performing them together.
We looked at each other, coming up with the same idea simultaneously. We should go public with the song. No one gets cast if we’re the ones bringing it to the light.
That same day, Yoongi spoke with his manager and told him he was willing to perform the title song live. Lucky for both of us, the offers from Music shows have been coming in since the rumors about another mixtape started. But we didn’t want this to be a song and dance, just two people on a stage, just like how the song is about two people finding each other.
I practiced the song over and over until the last minute, literally. My hands shook with nervousness, my breath shortened, and my mind was going a million miles a minute. I tried to focus on the song and relax, but it was no use. I had to see my boyfriend at least once, before we go onstage, to make sure this was a good idea.
My door opened a little and I watched Yoongi peak his head in before entering. He sat down next to me on the couch and put his arm around me. He tried to look me in the eye, but I resisted.
"Do you wanna wait?” He asked, referring to our master plan.
“No, I’m just getting in my head. It’s all so nerve-wracking.” I said.
“We don’t have to go public tonight though. We can just be platonic on stage and think of another way if you’re too nervous about that.” He rubbed my shoulder and I felt calmer already. Maybe we shouldn’t do this now.
I nodded in response and he kissed the side of my head. We stood up and he left the dressing room just a few minutes before I did, so we didn’t draw any attention. We made our way to the stage and the crowd went wild. Yoongi looked at me one more time before the music started and I smiled at him.
Yoongi went straight into his AgustD mode and the crowd ignited with cheers. He turned to me and I left all the nerves behind. It was like I was back in the streets of Seoul, proving myself with my verses and from where I stood, it was working. The fans cheered me on as well, amazed by what I could do.
I couldn’t stop looking at Yoongi while we both finished the last few bars. His mouth curved into a smile while I rapped and he stepped closer. The second we ended the song, I lowered the mic from my lips and Yoongi held my hand as if he knew my nerves were coming back. A look of rebellion flashed across his face and he pulled me to him, cupping my cheek and kissing me right there, in front of everyone.
The crowd uproared in more cheers, probably out of shock. I thought for sure we’d get booed, but we actually got a positive reaction. I broke away and grinned at him. Yoongi let go of my face and we walked off stage, hand in hand.
When we got off stage I nudged his shoulder and he laughed at me. “What?”
“What do you mean ‘what’? You just kissed me on national television!” He had absolutely no reaction to what I was saying and just shrugged.
“You did a good job, and I felt like kissing my girlfriend.” He shrugged.
I just smiled at him and he threw his arm around my shoulder, walking me back to the dressing room. I held his waist and rested my head on his shoulder. For the first time in months, we went out in public, holding each other without any worry of being caught.
The fall out of that day only lasted about a week. Our managers weren’t too happy about the PDA, but it didn’t damage the ratings of the show or Yoongi’s career. We continued writing music together, both in and out of the studio, like a real couple should.
Summary: You make the mistake of kissing Yoongi on the lips before he was fully over his common cold, and now you’re the one who’s in misery. But while you’re feeling sick, Yoongi repays the favor and takes care of you too.
genre: fluff, little bits of sarcastic comedy, gender neutral
The sun was up, the birds were chirping, my boyfriend was making breakfast, and I felt miserable! No one needs to have the sun peek through the curtain, straight into their eyes while trying to sleep off a headache. My sinuses were so plugged up that it was causing me soreness all over.
I lifted my head a little but gave up when the pain worsened. Laying there, staring at the ceiling, I genuinely considered staying in bed all day long, but my stomach rumbled, which vibrated my full blatter. I rolled my eyes, and lifted myself out of bed, wincing my way through it. My heavy footsteps to the bathroom could be heard downstairs where Yoongi was heating up some food.
I got to the bathroom, finally able to relieve my self without any head miseries and washed my hands. But of course, that comfort didn’t last long. I reached into the medicine cabinet and got some fever reducers.
“Baby? Are you up?” I heard my boyfriend shout.
“Yeah!… Unfortunately.” I popped the tablets into my mouth and washed them down with water.
I stopped down the stairs with a pout went straight to the breakfast bar in the kitchen to sit down. Yoongi turned around just as I lowered my head onto the countertop, hunkering over completely.He pushed a plate with two toaster waffles my way.
“Good morning.” He said with half a smile.
I raised my head, giving him a dirty look to counteract his smirk and groaned, “What’s so good about it?”
“Because I get to spend the day with the grumpy love of my life.” He came around the counter and kissed the side of my head while I ate my breakfast. “Sorry I gave you my cold, babe.” He slouched down in the other chair and watched me eat.
“It’s not your fault. I’m the dummy who forgot you were still sick and kissed you.” I smiled and finished eating.
I squeezed my eyelids shut and rubbed my temple, trying to stop the throbbing but it fought back. Yoongi took my hands and had me follow him to his home studio. He sat me down on the couch and fluffed a pillow for me.
“What are we doing in here?” I asked him.
“Well, This is the only place in the house that doesn’t have any windows so there’s no bright sunlight messing with your head and quite frankly, you just need somewhere to get away for a while and this is the best place for that. He sat on the couch and placed a pillow on his lap, laying me down on it and running his fingers through my hair.
I moaned out loud at the sensation. The second his hands touched my head it was like I was reborn. He rubbed the pressure points and played a soft beat through the speakers from his phone. My eyes fluttered shut and I nearly fell asleep when I felt a pair of lips on my forehead. Yoongi slowly brushed through my hair a few more times before I completely let myself fall into an uninterrupted nap.
My eyes fluttered open and I sat upright. I looked around the room and saw that Yoongi had disappeared. I opened the door to leave the studio and walked down the hall.
"Babe?” I called. I found him flipping through channels on the TV and he looked at me with shock.
“Hey. You look better already.” He complimented.
“How long was I out?” I sat down next to him and relaxed into the cushions.
“About two hours.” He shrugged. “Feel better?”
“Yeah actually.” My headache was non-existent and I could finally breathe through my nose. "Thank you for taking care of me.“ I kissed his cheek and he put his arm around me.
"Of course, sometimes people just need to let their bodies fully rest in order to get better.” He said. “Plus I woke up in a good mood and you were killing my vibe.” I laughed at him and nudged him playfully. He may not seem like the nurturing type, but if I ever need to shut out the world, Yoongi’s my man.
Summary: Because of some traveling troubles, you had the unfortunate task of telling your daughter that Yoongi might not make it to Christmas, but through it all, Yoongi finds a way.
There is nothing worse than seeing your own child cry themselves to sleep on Christmas Eve. Yoongi and I’s daughter was completely heartbroken and just needed her father’s love. Yoongi has been on tour for months and it gets difficult, but when he told me the flights were delayed I was heartbroken. There wasn’t anyone else to tell our baby girl that her father wasn’t going to be home except for me. I had to be the bad guy.
She was so upset. I never want to see her little eyes water up like that. She ran to her room and didn’t come out. Luckily she wasn’t angry with me so I was still able to come in and comfort her. She laid in bed and I rubbed her back while she stared at the charm bracelet Yoongi got her for her first birthday. Every time it starts to get too small, he adds a link or two so there more room for charms. I just continued to rub her back and tell her it was going to be okay until she eventually fell asleep. By the time she was deep enough into her slumber, I left the room and called Yoongi.
“What’s the status of the next flight?”
“I’m able to take the red-eye and be able to be there in the morning. If all goes well, I’ll be home by ten. But don’t tell her just yet. I don’t want you to be the bearer of bad news twice in one night. I’ll text you before take off and call you when I land. Okay? I love you.” His words gave me hope. I know he was trying everything in his power to be with his daughter for Christmas.
“Okay. Be safe. Love you… Bye.” I hung up the phone and went into the living room to finish putting the gifts under the tree. I got a text from Yoongi saying the plane was about to take off and I smiled at the screen. I crawled into bed, pulling his pillow close to me like I normally do when he’s gone and breathed in his scent. I drifted off to sleep, finally taking a break from all the emotional stress.
When morning came, My phone buzzed, alerting me that Yoongi was calling and I sighed in relief.
“Are you here?” I asked.
“Yeah. I just got my bags. I’ll be home in about thirty minutes. Go ahead and let her open her gifts. I don’t want to keep her waiting.” He said. I agreed and got off the phone. I knocked on our daughter’s door and she lifted her head up to look at me. Her eyes were still puffy and red, but I know that expression would change very soon.
“Hey, baby. Do you want o come open your presents?” I asked her. She thought to herself for a moment and nodded hesitantly. She climbed out of her big girl bed and took my hand. We walked to the living room and she sat down on my lap. She opened her first gift and gasped at something that could only be given to her by her dad. She held up a pair of over-ear headphones so I could see them and she smiled. I was so excited to see her smile, I kissed her soft cheek and she giggled at me. She was finally bouncing back into her happy self.
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better. I heard a knock at the door. The two of us turned and saw Yoongi walk into the room with two hands full of luggage. Our daughter jumped up immediately and dashed to her father’s side. She leaped into his arms, not giving him any time to put his bags down and squeezed him with all her might.
He kissed the top of her head and kneeled down to her level. She watched as he reached into his bag and took out a tiny golden paper fan. Yoongi took her wrist and attached the charm to her bracelet. I smiled at the two of them, remembering their tradition. Every time Yoongi goes to a part of the world, he brings back a charm that captures a piece of the culture.
“There. Now you have one for Japan.”
“Thank you, daddy!” She nuzzled into Yoongi’s chest and he hugged her again. “Merry Christmas, baby.” He whispered.
The three of us went on with our usual traditions and our daughter’s smile got brighter by the minute.
But of course, that memory was made last year ago. Yoongi has now been able to get plenty of time off to spend with his family during important events. It’s just like what he said when his baby girl was first born, promising he would always be there for her, and he’s proven now more than ever that he meant it.
Jin He was not one, but two Sugar Gliders so he loves exotic animals (in moderation). the only thing would be, having an animal that won’t eat his pets.
Suga He has a soft spot for anything cute and fluffy. As long as your pet is something that is up to those standards and gets along with Holly (his dog), who is he to judge? (vv this dog isn’t holly vv)
RM Reptiles don’t really faze him so if you have a lizard or snake, he’ll be fine with it. I definitely see him having a reptile and keeping it as a cool feature in his home studio.
J-Hope He can’t handle any kind of “creepy” animals. He’d most likely prefer a chinchilla or fennec fox as far as exotic pets go.
Jimin He absolutely adores every animal ever! If he could shrink an elephant to the size of the average dog, he’d have it as a pet. He has a lizard of his own. He just wants a friendly pet to hold and love.
V Taehyung is the quirkiest guy ever and having an odd pet would only bring you two closer together. When he first meets your pet he’d immediately ask you to hold it.
Jungkook “Woah!~” Much like Jimin, Kookie loves all animals. From rabbits to birds, he really enjoys exotic pets
Suga He would be amazed! He never thought he can like you more and here you are speaking his native language.
Rap Monster He is pleasantly surprised. He’s always wanted a s/o who speaks more than one language. Whether it be his native language or something he can learn himself.
J Hope He would be relieved! He does put forth the effort to learn a new language, but it’s always nice to hear someone speak your native language too.
Jimin He would try and show you off the rest of the world. He’d take you out to Korean markets and speak Korean to you just so you can reply back and shock the people around you two.
Taehyung He still wants to learn your native language too. He doesn’t want you speaking Korean to him all the time. He wants to meet you halfway and become fluent in whatever language you normally speak.
Junkook He would then try and teach you accents. He would burst out laughing when you use the Busan accent (His natural accent).
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