Third Wheeling
CEO!Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut
Chapter 5.
Warnings (Updating Still): Smut, Cheating, Unexpected Pregnancy, Unfaithful, Emotional Damage
A/N: Shout out to my squad @ppersonna, @xjoonchildx, @ladyartemesia, @underthejoon for always spitballing ideas with me and reading over what I have written. I’m seriously so lucky to have my girls and my heart is so full with them around <3
Also the beautiful banner is by @xjoonchildx so now we have two gorgeous banners to alternate every other chapter! I’m so happyyyyyy!! Enjoy guys!
It's usually relaxed Sundays at the Yu penthouse like God intended them to be but instead this Sunday was filled with raucous screaming and over dramatic whining which you aren't exactly used to.
"Leena." Jin warns, almost as if he's speaking to a child.
You watch as your best friend takes the stuffed animal you won at the Fall Festival out of it's cardboard box before chucking it back onto your unmade bed. It's her act of defiance and it warms your heart slightly to know how much she loves you.
"Relax, would you?" Jin asks, wrapping a painting of yours in bubble wrap.
"No." She huffs out as she folds her arms.
You find yourself smirking as you wrap your arms around her. She stiffens slightly before melting into the hug and rocking you from side to side.
"I hate him. I hate him. I hate him!" She chants bitterly as Jin sets the painting against the wall.
"Why don't you tell us about your date with Taehyung?" Jin offers, trying to take her mind off of it.
"No." She replies childishly as she hugs you tighter.
Jin sighs gently as he picks up the contract. It's a thick packet with words and legal jargon you find yourself unable to understand.
"I'm going to go read this in the living room. Leena, come with me." Jin commands and she pouts at you as she pulls away.
"At least he bought her pretty things." She grumbles to your other best friend as she follows him out of your bedroom.
You sit on the edge of your bed, taking in the almost empty room. Your heart feels heavy in this moment. It's been almost six years since you moved into this apartment with Leena.
This new journey will be the start to something extremely different from your norm. This will be the first time that you won't be seeing your best friend everyday, or when you wake up in the morning. It's jarring and more importantly frightening.
You had already quit your managerial position at the hospital, you've already packed up all of the things deemed "acceptable" for Yoongi's home. It really is a new path for your life.
Your parents loved you so very dearly from when you were quite young. They always knew what to say and what to do, always pushed for you to do the right things quite like them. They worked so hard for you to have a better life than they did when they were young.
You can only hope to be as good of a parent as they were.
Telling them you were pregnant was terrifying at first. You expected them to be disappointed with you. But, surprisingly, they were supportive. It was incredibly comforting, because no matter what happens you could count on them.
Looking down at your flat stomach, although you don't look different, you feel different. With a sigh, you close your eyes for a fraction of a second before taking in a deep breath.
Everyone keeps telling you to be strong, to have strength and everything will work out but unfortunately it isn't that easy.
"Hey Y/N." Jin whispers as he leans against the door frame.
Opening your eyes, you give him a smile to try and tell him you're alright.
"The contract looks good. Namjoon did right by you." He tells you, holding up the packet and a pen.
You hold your hands out and he enters the room.
You can hear Leena's feet stomping down the long hallway as you put the packet on your lap.
She arrives in the doorway with a martini in hand and you tilt your head to her as she scowls.
"You can't have sex? Is he serious?" She scoffs.
You give a smirk as you sign the contract, "Seems like it. I asked him if I could have sex with him because he's the father and he sat there and literally told me he doesn't understand why I would have sex if I'm pregnant. He seemed repulsed."
"I'll punch him in the dick." Leena murmurs into her martini glass.
"Yu Leena." Jin scolds as you set the pen down on your lap.
"What?! He's a huge fucking dick suck." She says waving him off with her hand.
Both you and Jin snort loudly and he lays his head on your shoulder before hugging you tightly.
"I'm gonna miss you, princess." He whispers.
"Me too." You mumble as you wrap your arms around his.
"Shouldn't you let the madam buy the child's furniture?" Yoongi hears Maya ask over his shoulder as he scours through the furniture website.
"If her ability to pick out furniture is as bad as her clothing or her shoes, my heir will end up sleeping in a rickety old basket made out of straw and hair." He retorts as she hands him his Irish coffee.
He hears her gentle sigh and he knows it's because somehow, something he said had disappointed her.
"What's wrong, Maya?" He asks as he locks the iPad, throwing it on the other side of the couch to look up at her.
She hums undecidedly before looking down at him as he sips his coffee, "Maybe try to be nice to her. She's going to have a hard time being pregnant in this household with your wife here."
Her suggestion makes a shiver run up his spine. Just hearing the word pregnant sends him into some deep spiral.
Maya always has been kind hearted. She's always been understanding of others. Even if they don't deserve it.
Like with Sera, Maya will bust her ass to try to make the leech smile even if she gets sneers and snarky remarks in turn.
She's too pure for this world. Too amazing for this cheap lifestyle.
"I am being nice to her. She gets to move in here." He responds as he sets the coffee cup down on his marble table.
“Min Yoongi.” Maya breathes out above a whisper before closing her eyes.
He watches her brow furrow with shame and he clears his throat uncomfortably before looking around the open gallery of the mansion to try and find any reason for her to leave.
“I didn’t raise you this way. You know that.” The older woman chides as she dusts off some of the priceless paintings that line the walls beside where he sits.
He lets out a gentle snort as he leans back into the chaise lounge.
“At least someone raised me, right?” He quips to her as he looks out the bay windows.
The garden seems well tended as of late, after the last fiasco with the uneven hedges he appreciates how much work his new gardeners have put into it.
He begins to wonder what you enjoy, what your hobbies are besides getting pounded in the back of your best friends club. Do you enjoy the finer things? Like yachting or horse racing? Do you even know what they are? Just how sheltered are you?
“What do poor people like? Swap meets?” Yoongi asks as he watches the rose bushes sway in the wind.
“Yoongi.” Maya whispers dejectedly and he turns his head to her before shrugging.
“Just asking.” He murmurs as a sparrow lands on the marble bird bath beside the window.
“Why don’t you just try to get to know her? Ask her things like that without being rude.” Maya replies as she turns to him.
With a grimace, he finishes his coffee before handing the cup to her, “Why do I have to get to know her?”
“Oh my goodness.” Maya mumbles as she leaves the gallery.
The billionaire watches her leave before slowly turning back to the window to stare aimlessly for a little while longer.
He's always been so jaded, always been so absolutely fucking ruthless because if he didn't protect himself from the outside world who would?
And even if it causes rifts, he just has to be this way. Because you can't make an omelette without breaking a few eggs.
The sounds of construction break him out of his thoughts. The contract must have gone through to Namjoon, if your room was already being renovated. Kira must have called and set up everything like she was supposed to.
It's a good thing she isn't just good for her tight snatch.
Standing up with a groan, he stretches high up to the ceiling. He can hear and feel his bones popping and groaning to welcome a new day in front of him.
As he steps onto the heated marble flooring of the second floor, he knows he should be getting ready for work yet instead his curiosity begins to eat at him.
What is your room starting to look like? How about the kids room?
Walking past his walk-in closet, he can see dust and wood shavings on the floor in the hallway. His first thought is to curse out the constructors and threaten them if even a single wooden shard enters his room. But, before he can even open his mouth the shrill voice of his wife enters his ears.
"MIN YOONGI!" He can feel his brain rattling around in his skull, like a cry for help. He sighs loudly, it's really not a surprise that she can be even louder than the construction right in front of him.
Turning to her, he takes in her half asleep look. Her sleeping mask is stuck to her forehead, her black hair jutting out on all sides as she narrows her big, doll-like eyes at him.
"Some people are trying to sleep!" She screeches from the entrance of her wing in the mansion.
He chuckles to himself at her disheveled state and proceeds into his closet to get ready for work.
It probably won't end at that. And, he is absolutely correct.
Peeling off his sleep shirt, his eyes meet his wife's through the mirror as she storms into the room.
"I need beauty sleep, asshole!" She yells at him and he stares at her for a fraction of a second before clicking his teeth and tilting his head.
"You don't need beauty sleep, I paid for that face, leech." He deadpans.
His body is quick to duck out of the way as she takes the nearest object to the door before lobbing it at his head.
"Did you do as I told you?" She asks, watching him grab his crisp white work shirt.
He doesn't reply, which in turn makes her repeat the same question louder with a high shrill added to her tone.
She's always been impatient and bratty. Once which was endearing to him is now like nails on a chalkboard.
"Hello?! I'm speaking to you! Answer me, asshole!" She yells as she snaps her fingers in his face.
Pressing his tongue to his cheek, he lets out a gentle snort before taking a deep inhale through his nose.
"When do I ever just do as you tell me to, Sera? When has that ever been a goal of mine?" He asks as he grabs his pinstriped tailored pants to match his shirt.
"What? So you didn't?" She asks, clearly shocked.
"Of course I didn't, what are you? Insane? Stupid? I'm a dick but I'm not heartless." He retorts.
"No! Just heartless to me!" She cries out angrily and he chuckles to himself as he grabs a tie.
"I'm sure you'll survive." He mumbles as he pulls the drawer full of his watches open. He watches them spin on their platforms before picking a black Rolex that would go nicely with his pants.
"The plan was for you to make her say that she's my surrogate! Since I'm so beautiful and so famous, she would be carrying my child instead!" Just hearing her ridiculous plan again makes him almost as uncomfortable as the first time he heard it.
In all honesty, as soon as those words left her mouth he didn't even entertain the idea. It seemed so wholly horrible and so absolutely fucking selfish. But, this is Sera we're talking about.
"That was your plan. You think I would ever force her or anyone to have to go in front of people and say their kid isn't their own? Jesus Christ. You really are a fucking leech." He spits out.
"But! But, she's going to use you for your money! She's going to ruin everything!" She screams above the incessant construction.
The sentence sends something akin to fire flaming throughout his gut.
"Well, leech, it's not like I'm not used to being used for my money. If anything you can teach her first hand what it's like to milk me like a money cow." Her mouth opens slightly, as if she's appalled by the notion.
It's then that his patience snaps like a thin twig beneath weight.
"Do you want to see my dick?" He asks briskly.
"Ew! What? No, of course not!" She yells at him as he gathers his clothes onto one arm.
"Then get the fuck out. I have to get ready for work." She stomps her foot loudly as if in protest but he brushes by her without a word back to his bedroom.
"Fucking money grubbing leech." He whispers to himself as he slams his bedroom door closed behind him.
Thursday nights were appointed for one thing in Min Yoongi's eyes. Poker.
The library which he barely ever entered as well as his wife that couldn't read more than ten words without having a seizure was always occupied on Thursdays.
Usually, the other five members of his social circle were always present but today he only had the pleasure of four of them.
"I love that Maya deals." Taehyung chuckles as he pulls the pile of poker chips in the middle of the table towards him.
Yoongi snorts gently, clamping the cigar between his teeth tighter as he stacks his chips with one hand.
"Maya, can I please have some more ice?" Namjoon asks softly as he holds up the bucket.
"Oh of course!" She says quickly as she takes the bucket from him.
Taehyung and Jimin watch her leave before slyly smirking to Yoongi as he leans back in his chair with a groan. The way they look at him makes him feel like prey in a baron forest.
"What?" He murmurs as he pulls the cigar from his mouth.
The tips of Taehyung's fingers slide over the green felt table as he lifts his glass of whisky.
"I heard something interesting about you." He replies to his older friend.
Namjoon clears his throat uncomfortably as he crosses his legs beneath the lip of the table.
"Oh yeah? What's that? Something about my board of trustees?" Yoongi asks with a laugh as he picks up his own glass.
"Not so much." Jimin murmurs as he ashes his cigar.
"Heard you got a girl pregnant." Yoongi chokes on his whisky as he hears Taehyung's smooth voice. His eyes widen and he spins his chair around to dab at his mouth.
His blood runs cold as the hotel CEO chuckles behind him. It scares the ever living shit out of him and he hates that.
"Where'd you hear that?" He asks gently, his voice audibly shaking as he turns back around.
"A little after I pulled my dick out of Yu Leena's tight ass." Jimin snickers at the admission and Yoongi closes his eyes in defeat.
"You won't say anything, right?" Namjoon asks quietly as he looks over at his best friend.
Hoseok, Yoongi's other best friend since childhood had only recently found out about you and his heir. While he was surprised, he was always loyal to the CEO and Yoongi knew he could count on his silence.
"I definitely won't. I like it when Leena comes over and if I say anything she won't let me take her to France in two weeks." The Kisung Connected CEO sighs in relief at the younger man's admission.
Maya returns with the ice and it gets quiet for a bit, just the gentle sounds of ice clinking against glass and poker chips smacking into each other resound throughout the large library.
"Leena loves her, y'know. She never shuts up about her. I feel like I know her with how much Leena tells me." Taehyung says as he rubs two poker chips together between his fingers.
This peaks his curiosity as he begins to relax into the chair once more.
"What does she say?" Yoongi asks softly and he watches as Maya smirks gently. Her motions are soft and smooth as she deals the cards.
"About Y/N? That she's really sweet and kind. She works really hard and enjoys simple things like most poor people." Humming inquisitively, he lifts his whisky glass to his lips to ponder that thought.
"Simple things? Like?" Taehyung rolls his eyes at Yoongi's question.
"Yeah. Simple things. She likes to paint and to watch romantic movies. She enjoys cooking and other poor people shit."
He begins to wonder how well you can paint. If you were any good at it.
"She's really sweet." Namjoon adds and Yoongi grimaces in his direction.
Noticing his grimace, the lawyer shrugs with a smirk.
"Is she the girl that was with Leena on her birthday?" Jimin asks and both Yoongi and Taehyung nod at the same time.
"Oh dude! She's so fucking hot! I can't believe you got to her before me!" Hearing those words roll off of his friend's tongue sets him in an uncomfortable state.
His body leans away from Jimin's as he clutches the cigar tighter between his index and middle finger.
"So she's moving in here?" Jimin asks happily.
"In two days. Yes. We have to go to the doctor and then she'll be in the mansion."
Hoseok nudges Namjoon as they watch their best friend move uncomfortably.
Yoongi loosens his tie around his neck, his face and chest begin to feel incredibly hot and flush. He can feel the sweat building on his hairline as he uncuffs his cufflinks.
"Maya." He whispers as he holds them out over the table.
Swallowing thickly, he stares down into his glass as the ice clinks against the crystal sides.
"You're lucky she's moving in. Now you'll have constant pussy." Jimin says as he scrolls through Leena's Instagram.
The concept is completely foreign to Yoongi, "She's pregnant. Why would I fuck her?"
Namjoon chuckles to himself gently as he looks at his cards, he tosses a few chips into the center of the table before looking pointedly at his best friend.
"Because man, pregnant pussy feels so much better than regular pussy. Plus, she's carrying your baby. That's fucking hot." Yoongi sneers at Jimin, the corner of his upper lip flicking upward at the notion.
"You're a fucking short little weirdo, Park Jimin." Yoongi's sentence comes out just a bit more acidic than he means it to but he doesn't apologize.
If anything the small flames of anger seem to burnish brighter as Jimin chuckles to himself. Park has always been so sure of himself, so absolutely ruthless in getting what he wants. But, you weren't his to have.
"If you aren't going to fuck her right, can I?" He asks as he tosses chips into the middle of the table.
Yoongi's hand grips into a fist, the edges of the chips he holds make uncomfortable indents into his skin as he focuses on Maya's face to calm himself down.
"Whoa. Jimin." Hoseok mumbles as Jimin laughs.
"Calm down hyung. I'm just playing with you. I'll just ask her out on a date and we'll see where it goes." Yoongi chuckles to himself.
He can't begin to understand why it bothers him so much to hear those words. Maybe it's because you're being treated flippantly or maybe it's because you were his. Or, should be his anyway. You were having his child. Doesn't that make you off limits?
But he was better than this. He was better than letting small, simple things beneath his skin.
"She won't say yes. She's pregnant with my baby." He says as he chucks his chips into the center of the table roughly.
"We'll see. If she does say yes, just know I'll treat your baby mama with a lot of respect...as I rearrange her guts with the head of my cock." Jimin and Taehyung chortle loudly as they knock their shoulders into one another.
Scoffing gently, he downs the rest of his whisky before wiping the back of his hand over his lips.
It takes all of his restraint to not get out of his chair and punch the shorter man in the face. It takes every single ounce of strength to just stay seated and look as if he's calm while on the inside he's burning bright with red hot rage.
"You watch your fucking mouth, Jimin. She's the mother of my child." He says as he points his finger over the lip of his glass at the younger man.
The laughs die down as they notice just how deadly serious he is.
"Oh, now you care about her? Seemed like she was going to be just another leech ten minutes ago." Jimin chuckles as he speaks his words and Namjoon's eyes flutter shut in defeat.
"Yeah well, if she was to be a leech. She would be my leech. Not yours. You watch your fucking mouth when you talk about the mother of my baby in this fucking house, do you understand me?" He doesn't even understand where this rage is coming from. He can't begin to process it, but he doesn't miss the smile that creeps onto Maya's face as he defends your honor.
Jimin holds his hands up with a laugh as he clenches his cigar between his teeth.
"Calm down Yoongi. I'm just fucking with you. I don't want to fuck your poor baby mama, alright?"
Namjoon sits up fast as Yoongi goes to stand up, "Let's just all relax. Calm down." He tells his best friend as he puts his hand on his shoulder.
"Get out." He says aloud as he brushes Namjoon's hand off his shoulder.
Jimin looks up at Yoongi as Maya gently sets the cards down on the felt table.
"Oh Yoongi. Come on, I was fucking around." He says half heartedly.
"I'm done for the night. Get the fuck out." He burns his cigar out before opening up the library doors.
Everyone stands and thanks Maya softly before heading out one by one. Yoongi catches Jimin by the shoulder as he leaves last.
His hand clasps roughly around his skin and Jimin cringes at the sharp pain, "You keep her fucking name out of your goddamn mouth. Do you understand me? Don't you dare ever disrespect her in this household again. Or, I'll release those pictures of you at your bachelor party to Dispatch. You keep your dick away from where it doesn't belong in this house."
The threat sends Jimin's eyes widening a fraction before he collects his composure, "I got it. Relax." He says before pulling his shoulder away and patting the older man's arm.
Taking a deep breath, he looks around the library before meeting Maya's gaze as she clears the cards off of the poker table.
"I'm sorry you had to hear that nasty stuff." He apologizes and her nose wrinkles sweetly as she smiles.
"Now that, that is how I raised you." He smirks gently at her praise before pocketing his hands and looking down at the floor.
"Can you order some paint brushes and canvas?" He asks softly.
"Oh of course! For you? You don't paint." Maya asks, her voice is riddled with confusion as she stacks the poker chips back in the oak box.
"No, I don't but Y/N does." He mumbles and Maya smiles widely before nodding.
"Of course I'll order her some painting materials! That's a great idea, Yoongs!" Seeing her, the woman who has raised him, get so excited about it makes him feel almost drunk off of delight.
But, then he gets brought down to Earth once more as he hears his wife giggle from the kitchen.
"Thanks, Maya." He mumbles as he sets off to his wing of the mansion. He eyes Hoseok chatting up his wife as they both lean against the bar and he snorts to himself in disbelief. At least someone would be getting laid tonight.
The problem with having a wife that sees other people is just how loud sex can get when you're not involved.
At one point Yoongi craved to be in Hoseok's position. He was dying to get in between Sera's legs albeit she was annoying and bratty since they were kids. He had a genuinely real crush on her that dissolved into distaste and pure hatred in a matter of moments.
Even across the whole mansion, he can hear her getting fucked like there's no tomorrow and he grimaces while turning to the window as he lays in bed.
"Music up to ninety percent." He calls out in the room and the volume of the classical piano piece rises quickly to drown out the feral noises of sex from the other wing in the mansion.
Pulling out his phone, he begins to scroll through Instagram before finding Leena's page. There were so many posts with just you and her or you, her and Seokjin. Your smile was pretty. He takes into account that you haven't really smiled around him all that much but he can understand why.
He can remember your giggle too, when you were in Namjoon's office. It was soft and gentle, like hummingbird wings. The noise instantly made him relax and he can remember how his eyes fluttered shut just upon hearing it.
You weren't a bad person. You weren't trying to trap him-- he could see it on your face when you had lunch. You were genuinely mortified. So fucking frightened. And, even though he doesn't know you, you don't deserve that.
You don't deserve to be terrified of him or anyone.
He can see in most of these pictures, you're wearing borrowed things. The Chanel, the Balenciaga, the Gucci-- it was all Leenas and none of it was your own.
How fucking depressing must that be? Did Leena make you wear her clothes or did you ask her to borrow some in order to not feel poor and unworthy around others?
Sighing gently, he presses his face deeper into the pillow as he continues to scroll.
Maybe he shouldn't treat you like another Sera. But, he doesn't trust a single person. He's learned to lock his heart away in an iron cage after Sera so brutally stepped on him.
He's not sure if he could ever truly open up to someone else that isn't the woman who raised him.
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