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queenxxxsupreme · 4 years

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Okay but like a fluffy eskel bit/one shot about a sweet and gentle hearth witch reader who lives in the valleys just south of Kaer Morhen who eskel visits with going to and from Mountain Pass. He brings her books and trinkets from his travels. She restocks his potions and tends to physical and emotional wounds.

Lil Bleater loves her obviously and they joke about her being their “kid” (lol goat humor).

The first time he says he loves her and it’s super sweet and emotional. And maybe he brings her a piece of jewelry that’s super sentimental. Idk I’m just in an Eskel loving mood, you know?

Pleeeeease? 🥺❤️

A/N: Babe you hit me right in my feels with this one. I hope you liked this!!

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There was a knock at the front door that brought you out of the book in your hand.

You lifted your head, eyes finding the door to your home. You listened for a few moments, wanting to see if you could hear who it was.

Lil Bleater loudly bleated and butted her head against the side of your chair.

“I know. I’m going to get it.” You patted her head then stood to your feet.

You pulled the door open, smiling at the sight of a familiar dark haired witcher.

“Hi, doll.” Eskel smiled softly at you, though it didn’t reach his eyes. He was exhausted, dark circles made their home beneath his honey eyes.

“Hello, love.” You held your hand out. “I wasn’t expecting you for another month or so. It’s still fairly warm outside.”

“I hope that isn’t inconvenient for you.” He placed his hand in yours, brushing his thumb across your knuckles, and stepped into your home.

“You’re never inconvenient to me.” You assured him, squeezing his hand.

Before he had a chance to put down the two bags he carried, Lil Bleater was eagerly ramming into Eskel’s shins, bleating and demanding attention.

“Your daughter missed you.” You sighed, smiling softly at how her little tail flickered back and forth so quickly.

“And I missed her.” Eskel put his bags aside and knelt down to greet the goat. He rubbed her head and then down her back. “Hi, girl. Did you behave?”

“As behaved as she usually is.” You answered, moving to the kettle that hung over the fire. “She hasn’t torn apart any of my dresses when I hang them up on the line outside to dry, so that’s good.”

“Yeah.” Eskel nodded, standing back to his full height. “I still owe you for that.” He thought out loud, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Oh, no worries.” You shook your head, peeking up at him through your lashes. “I’m sure I can think of other ways you could repay me.”

His neck and ears flushed red.

“Let me get this tea started and then I will properly greet you.” You poured the steaming hot water into two mugs and then added the tea leaves.

You rubbed your hands together and moved around the table.

Eskel embraced you tightly, arms wrapping around you and pulling you into his body. He tucked his nose into your hair, freezing as he relished in your warm touch.

“I missed you.” You told him, your hand rubbing his side.

“Missed you too.” He exhaled steadily, then kissed the top of your head as he released you. You lifted your head from his chest so that you could look at him. His hand cupped the side of your face, the rough pad of his thumb brushing across your cheek. “I decided to come this way early. Wanted to spend a little extra time with you this time. One week isn’t enough.”

“I’m more than happy to have you.” You turned your head to kiss his palm. “Why don’t you go to the creek around back? Clean up a little and get out of this armor?”

“Are you saying I smell?” He grinned a little.

“No.” You laughed softly. “I just won’t make good company while I’m trying to get dinner ready for us. And you don’t need to be in this armor any longer.”

He nodded, looking down at Lil Bleater, who was curiously nosing through one of his bags.

“I’ll put my bags in the other room.” Eskel dipped his head down to kiss your nose. “Don’t want either of you taking a peek at the things I’ve got for you.”

“I would never.” You shook your head, though the grin on your lips gave away that you were lying.

Though you insisted that Eskel didn’t need to bring you anything back from his journey across the Continent during the warm months of the year, he still did. It had always been that way since you first met. You were always excited to see what he brought for you. Last year, it had been a few books on herbalism and alchemy and a few gemstones.

“Yeah, I’ve heard that one before.” He chuckled. He moved away from you to pick up his bags and take them into your bedroom.

Lil Bleater followed him, her hooves beating against the wooden floorboards as she demanded attention.

“I’ll take her with me.” Eskel told you as he headed for the front door. Tucked underneath one arm were a few articles of clothing, something more comfortable than his armor, no doubt.

“Please do. She’ll tear my door down trying to get to you.” You moved into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

You watched Eskel and Lil Bleater leave, a little smile coming to your lips.

To say you were happy would be an understatement. You were overjoyed, thrilled even. Usually, Eskel only spent two weeks with you a year. Once at the beginning of spring just as he left Kaer Morhen. It was then that he would drop Lil Bleater off to you for you to watch her while he was on the Path, and you would refill his potions. And once again at the end of the warm season before he retired to the keep for the winter. He’d leave you a list of the potions and elixirs he needed that way you’d have all winter to ensure they were refilled correctly. He always insisted you didn’t have to do it, but you were more stubborn than him. You wanted to help him and you refused to take his coin when he tried to pay you. Sometimes, he’d sneak down from Kaer Morhen during the winter to see you. You’d known him for what felt like centuries, but it had only been six years. The relationship you had with him shouldn’t have been so strong.

You knew it was silly to wait so eagerly for a man. However, you were willing to wait for him no matter how long he would be gone. You adored the witcher and admired him. He was a gentle soul scarred by a harsh lifestyle he had no say in.

You knew neither of your lifestyles would allow for the ‘perfect’ life with a family.

You had been a mage at one point in time, advisor to the Temerian royal family. You’d given up the political life a century ago to move to Kaedwen. You settled in the valley beneath the Blue Mountains which Kaer Morhen was nestled into. There, you became known to a village an hour or so away. The humans who lived there would travel to you seeking herbal remedies when one of their own were sick or when their village seemed to be plagued by famine or drought.

And Eskel was a witcher. With his lifestyle alone, a family wouldn’t be possible. He was meant to be in one place for too long.

The way things worked between you two now would be the only way you could be together. You couldn’t abandon your home to follow Eskel around the Continent, and he wouldn’t want you to.

You were content with the life you had.

You were pulled from your thoughts when the front door opened.

Eskel walked in, now in a pair of black trousers and a dark red tunic that wasn’t laced up all the way at the chest.

He smiled at you and you returned the gesture.

“Have I ever told you how much I love that color on you?” You asked him, returning your gaze to the bread you were kneading.

“I think you’ve mentioned it about every time I wear this.” He nodded his head.

Your eyes flickered up briefly to catch sight of him. There was a dark spot you hadn’t noticed before, a bruise on his chest no longer covered by armor. It was where the material dipped down into a V and the laces weren’t pulled together.

“Eskel, what’s that?” You asked him, stepping away from the bread and wiping your hands off.

His eyes followed your gaze.

“Oh. Just a bruise.”

“It looks terrible, Eskel.” You pushed the material of his shirt to the side so you could get a better look. “Eskel.” You murmured his name.

The bruise was dark blue and angry, more than likely fresh since it had yet to turn yellow and heal.

“When did this happen?”

“Early this morning. There was a fiend.” He took your hand from his chest. “It’ll be okay.”

“Shouldn’t it start healing by now?” You furrowed your brows together, looking up at him.

“It kicked me pretty hard, but it’ll be okay. Should be gone by tomorrow night.”

You frowned, looking back down at the mark.

Eskel wouldn’t let you linger on his injury. He took ahold of your chin and tilted your head up, leaning down to steal a kiss from you.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“It’s hard not to worry.” You sighed, leaning into him for a few heartbeats. “I never know where you’re at or what’s happening to you.”

“I’m sorry.” He apologized quietly, dipping his head down to rest his lips on your forehead.

***

He stayed in the kitchen while you made dinner, keeping you company and telling you little stories from his time on the Path this year.

After you both ate, he helped you clean up the kitchen so that he could give you the gifts he brought this time.

He carried a couple different sachets and sat down next to you at the table.

“I got these from Vengerberg.” He passed you a little dark red sachet. “There’s a little shop there that sells a lot of cute little stones and rocks. These ones made me think of you.”

You opened the sachet and carefully poured the contents out onto the table. There was a bright yellow and orange tumbled stone, a deep blue raw stone, and a light purple raw stone.

“Eskel, they’re beautiful.” You picked them up to hold them in your hands.

“Do you want to know why I picked those ones?” He smiled, happy that you liked your gift.

“Yes! Tell me.”

“Purple is your favorite color, isn’t it?”

You nodded, looking up at him to watch him while he spoke.

“The orange and yellow one reminded me of when the leaves turn. That’s when I finally get to come see you.” His voice lowered to a quiet murmur. “And when I first met you, you wore a dark blue dress. It was my favorite dress on you.”

“Eskel, that’s so sweet.” You leaned forward to hug him tightly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “Thank you.”

He hugged you back, squeezing you tightly, and then leaned back in his chair as you examined the stones in your hand.

“There’s something else.” Eskel picked up the second sachet made of dark blue velvet.

You put the stones back into the red sachet and took the blue one from him. You opened it up and poured what was inside on to your hand.

It was a thin gold chain with a little rose quartz pendant.

“Oh, Eskel. It’s beautiful!” You brushed your thumb along the stone.

“It’s a rose quartz. But you-I’m sure you knew that.” He chuckled nervously, rubbing his hands along the tops of his thighs. “Rose quartz is the stone of love.”

Your eyes met his, lips parting as your breath caught in your throat.

“Because I-I love you, Y/N.” He whispered, bringing his eyes down to his hands. “I just…. I needed to tell you that. I need you to know.”

“Eskel.” You smiled at him, putting the necklace down for a second so you could hold his hands. “My love, I’ve known it for a while. You show it with your actions, with returning to me when you can. When you smile at me. And your eyes, they’re so soft and gentle. You don’t need to be so nervous about it.”

“I just…. I wasn’t sure how you’d react. Didn’t want to scare you away.”

“You could never scare me away.” You stood up. He did the same after you tugged gently on his hands. “I love you.”

You wrapped your arms over his shoulders, pulling him down to you. His arms slipped around your waist. He tucked his nose into your shoulder, letting out a soft breath.

“I love you.” He whispered, turning his head to kiss your neck.

“I love you.” You repeated, your hand coming up to the back of his head.

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silhouetted-beauty · 5 years

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“Run In: Fate” - Part 7

Genre: Strong Angst with a tiny bit of Fluff

Word Count: 10.4K

A/N: Okay so instead of this being an 8 part series, I think it will be 9 part (idk maybe 10. I’m still working on it). Anyways! Happy Readings!^^

“Yoongi, listen to me, it’s not that I didn’t want to have your baby, I’m just scared to. I’m scared that everything will be perfect; that you, I, and our child will live happily and then it’ll all be taken away. I’d get that call telling me that you are never coming home and I don’t want to experience that. I don’t want my child to experience that either.”

Yoongi closed his eyes at the memory of your words. This was what you were scared of; him missing and eventually being killed off. But he planned of getting out of this alive; somehow. He just hoped you weren’t taken his disappearance badly by worrying yourself sick. Everyone was probably worried about him and wondering where he could be but he knew his friends and family. They were hard at work, trying to find him but you...

“Y/n...” he mumbled at the thought of you.

The last time he saw you, he was the cause of your tears. He saw the hurt in your eyes and if he could, he’d beat his own ass for how he treated you. He shouldn’t have gotten as angry as he did over the news of you having his child. If he was honest with himself, he was actually excited yet nervous of a miniature him running around.

Yoongi smiled. He could picture you now, belly poking out as you sat in the living room reading a book. If he could, he’d sit behind you, running his hands over your growing bump and telling you how much he loved you. Or he’d position his head on your lap, talking and kissing the baby tucked away in the warmth of your stomach. Yoongi wondered if it was a boy or girl, or if you already knew the gender.

The door to the room opened and in walked Sujin, without her loyal servant in tow. Instead, three other men, armed with guns, stood behind her.

“How did your amazing ambush go?” Yoongi teased with a smile. He knew she was up against strong men. His chef and butler were men his father personally picked to defend his property. They weren’t men who were easily defeated.

But Sujin returned his smile. “It went pretty well, seeing how Insu took down one of those stone-cold killers your ‘family’ bragged about.” She stated confidently. “Who would have thought, the man who watched over you as a child, died protecting your home and you weren’t even there. How ironic, wouldn’t you say?”

Yoongi’s mood darkened at the news. Wu Shiwon. He was more than just a butler or his father’s good friend, he was family. He had been by Yoongi’s side for years, if anything, Yoongi considered him as an uncle but most of all, a great friend. Wu Shiwon served well.

“At any case, his death is just the beginning,” Sujin continued. “I’m willing to strike and kill everyone important to you.” One of the men handed a card to her, to which, she holds up to show him a picture of you. You looked the same yet you seemed sad and he could also make out your large baby bump, causing him to believe the picture was recent. The anger in Yoongi rose, causing him to lash out.

“Leave her out of this!”

“You’ve really been a busy man since I’ve been away. She looks to be about five maybe six months pregnant.”

“If you so much as touch her-”

“You’d what?! I’m sorry, Yoongi but I’m the one with the power. I’m the one in control. And to prove it, I think I will pay your little girlfriend a visit. Maybe carve that baby out of her womb and keep it for myself. You know, I’ve always wanted to be a mother. What better way to be on top than to train your child to be the best servant to my business as a reminder of your generosity.” She bragged.

Letting the fury control him, Yoongi stumbled to his feet due to his weak condition. He figured that he had a few fractured ribs but he wasn’t going to let that stop him. Yoongi was ready to teach Sujin a lesson for even bringing you and his child into the picture.

However, those three men stepped forward and tried to subdue him. Yoongi fought hard, striking one in the face before knocking his head against another one. He managed to knock out the third one before he heard a familiar clicking sound. When he turned his attention to Sujin, she had a gun pointed at him. Neither one of them moved as they stared off.

“Alright, enough fun for one day.” She stated as more men came into the room, beating Yoongi to the state of unconsciousness.

~~~~~

You lied in bed, staring out the window at the nighttime sky as you pondered over your earlier conversation with Mrs. Min. You couldn’t believe the news when you heard it. Mr. Wu had died in combat when unknown attackers had tried to seize Yoongi’s house. Now it made sense why you were staying with his parents. Yoongi’s house was no longer safe for you to be there.

You thought about it for what felt like hours, wondering if Yoongi was okay or if he was even alive seeing how he had been gone over a month. You wondered what would happen if he ever came home. Would he be mad or will he allow you both to move pass it?

You suddenly heard voices that made you turn your head towards the door. They were muffled so you couldn’t hear what was said but you distinctly heard a male and female voice, more than likely, Yoongi’s parents. Climbing out of bed, you quietly opened the door and eased a bit closer to the conversation.

They were in the living room downstairs and judging by the talk, Mr. Min was angry and Mrs. Min was trying to quiet her husband before he woke you.

“There’s no lead, no information; nothing to go off of to find him.” He stated.

For where you stood, you could see her shadow rubbing his shoulders. “I know how awful you must feel about all of this.”

He scoffed. “You don’t know that half of it.” He sighed. “Not only did I let our enemies win but they have our son and I’ve once again let you down.”

“I’m not upset with you, honey. I know that Yoongi is alive and will come back.”

“I don’t understand how he could let himself get into this predicament.” His mood suddenly turned to anger.

“Yoongi was upset that night. He wasn’t focused on someone watching him. Things like this happen.”

“And what about that girl?!” He yelled. “She’s half to blame for his disappearance!”

“Don’t talk like that.” His mother stated, not liking that her husband secretly blamed you.

“And why not?! From what you’ve told me, she’s been pregnant for months but just now told our son! That kind of information would make any man lose his mind. Does she not trust him? Does she not have any faith in him?”

You listened, wiping away tears at his words. Of course you had faith in Yoongi. That’s why you blamed yourself for this mess. You missed him like crazy and felt awful about this entire situation. If you had told Yoongi sooner, he wouldn’t have felt the need to leave and wouldn’t have gotten kidnapped. He would have had a different response to the news and things wouldn’t have been blown out of proportion. If only you could go back.

“I’ve tried to give Yoongi the benefit of the doubt about his relationship but clearly it’s more one sided and platonic than I thought.” He continued. “Yoongi needs to find a better-“

“Stop!” She screamed at him. “What if she heard the bullshit you are saying? Do you remember our relationship and how hard we fought to be together? It wasn’t easy, not in the lightest sense, but we fought tooth and nail for it! The entire world was against us! Hell! You didn’t even put forth the effort to keep our relationship going so you should be the last person to talk about platonic love.” She sighed, rubbing her hands through her hair. “Let me remind you that ‘that girl’ is carrying your grandchild and the last of your family line if Yoongi doesn’t come back. He loves and chose her to be by his side. Do you think he’d want to hear you talking about her that way? Placing the blame on her will not wipe away your guilt.”

His father remained silent, watching as his wife walk away in anger. You creped away as quietly as you could before escaping into the dark bedroom and falling to the floor once the door was shut. You couldn’t help the tears that continued to fall from your broken figure. Covering your face, you cried hard; choosing to ignore the slight pain in your stomach. The once sleeping baby inside of you was now moving around as you sobbed. This was not what you wanted; to bring sadness to everyone Yoongi knew. You felt as if you plagued everyone’s lives, making it worse; especially for Yoongi.

Reaching for your phone, you dialed the number of your support system that has been by your side since it all begun.

“Are you okay?” Hyolyn tiredly mumbled into the phone.

“No.” you sniffed.

“What’s wrong?” Her voice was now alert with worry.

“I... I just miss Yoongi.” You cried. “I wish I didn’t wait so long to tell him. I wish he didn’t...”

“Y/n...” she sighed. “What happened to Yoongi is unfortunate but you can’t stress yourself out.”

“But I’ve caused this. This is all my fault.”

“It’s not your fault. It’s not even Yoongi’s fault. The two of you had an argument, just like any couple. The worse thing about this was that someone was lying in wait and gotten lucky. You’re not to blame and neither is he because neither one of you expected this to happen. Now that’s nobody’s fault, the least we could do is keep our hopes high for Yoongi.“

“But-“

“No buts, y/n. If you don’t want another fight to ensue between the two of you, then you need to take care of you and the baby. Yoongi will flip out if you don’t stay healthy, not only for your sake but for the baby as well.”

“Yeah.” You chuckled through your tears at the thought of him overreacting. He was liable to put you on lockdown and nurse you back to help himself if he needed to. “Thank, Lyn. You’re the best.”

“No problem, now get some sleep. We have an exciting day tomorrow.”

You ended the call, taking a deep breath but you felt better. You also didn’t realize that you were rubbing your stomach, soothing the active baby back to sleep. The thought of the next day gave you butterflies. You would finally know the sex of the baby, something you should have known already but never had the time to do. Before you planned on doing that, you had something else to do.

~~~

The next morning, you had woken up, showered, and dressed in a simple plain dress that showed off your protruding belly. Walking out of the room and down the stairs, you went in search of a specific door. Along the way, you couldn’t help but take in the model of the home and how it was decorated. Although it was decorated quite nicely, it felt as though you were walking through a large museum. If you thought Yoongi’s house was big, it was nothing compared to his parents estate.

“Excuse me, Miss. But I’m afraid you cannot enter.” A man stopped you from getting closer to a tall hardwood door. You studied his appearance and wondered who he was. Judging from how Mrs. Min told you that they didn’t have any butlers, you concluded that he must work strictly for her husband.

“It is important that I speak with Mr. Min.” You stated, trying to shake off any nervousness you had felt.

“Give me a moment, please.” He disappeared behind the door and moments later you heard the muffle conversation between both men. “I’m sorry, Miss, but Mr. Min is beginning a meeting and won’t be free to talk for another hour. Perhaps if you come back-“

“I can wait until he is finished. What I have to say is very important.” You said, taking a seat in a nearby chair.

Mr. Min’s personal assistant watched you with confusion in his eyes before walking away. You sat in silence the entire hour. Occasionally you could hear his father’s deep voice as he talked on the phone but mostly lost in your thoughts of what was going to happening. Your relationship with Yoongi has definitely come a long way but the issue surrounding family has always been a problem lingering nearby that you chose to ignore. Despite both families calling a truce and Yoongi’s mother has been very welcoming towards you; you had gotten the opposite feeling from his father. When you’re around, he doesn’t speak or look in your direction. Besides your parents, who couldn’t make it to the celebration for obvious reasons, the only other person who didn’t come to celebrate your birthday was Yoongi’s father.

His assistant came by and entered the room, closing the door behind him. He was inside briefly before you heard the sounds of the doorknob, causing you to straighten up in your seat.

“My apologies, Miss, but it appears Mr. Min has another meeting that will take more time. If you want to wait-“

At the admission of his words, you stood to your feet and walked straight into the office uninvited. You knew that Yoongi’s father would continue to have meetings just so he wouldn’t have to see and deal with you. His assistant tried his best to stop you by maneuvering you away but you kept shunning away from him. Just as you expected, Yoongi’s father wasn’t too pleased to see you. His face contorted into a slight frown, to which, he didn’t try to hide.

“I’m sorry for intruding but I need to talk to you and I’m not leaving until you hear me out.” You demanded.

His assistant tried one last attempt to get you to leave by grabbing your arm until Yoongi’s father finally spoke.

“Let’s make this quick, I have important business to handle.”

After you both were left alone, you had taken a seat on the opposite side of his desk. The moment you made eye contact, you could feel his unwelcome cold eyes bore a hole through you. You swallowed hard, staring back; refusing to break the hold he had you in. You were going to remain strong no matter what.

“Are you going to talk or not?” He roughly asked. Clearly your presence had annoyed him.

You were quiet at first. “I want to know what is your problem with me? What is it about me that bother you?” You asked, jumping right into the matter.

“On the day when we first met, Yoongi had explained to you about our relationship and you had even called a truce with my father. Back then, I thought you had accepted me but I was wrong. Since that day, you were made aware of Yoongi’s feelings for me but had yet to speak to me and I want to know why? Was it something that I had done? Even now, I can tell that you don’t like me, so much so that you blame me for his disappearance.”

A bit of shock flashed across his face. He wasn’t aware that you had been listening in to the conversation he shared with his wife but it didn’t matter now.

“You are right. I don’t necessarily care for you.”

“Why not?”

“I believe my son can do better when picking a suitor to be by his side.”

“And if that’s not what Yoongi wants... you will have no choice but to accept me.” You stated, trying to keep your anger in check. “I hope you are aware that I’m carrying his baby and that I do plan on being with him for the long run which includes marriage. Whether or not you like me is a problem you’ll have to deal with. I love Yoongi and I’m not going to leave him just because of your preferences. You don’t know how hard Yoongi and I fought to be together and all the bullshit we faced because of it. So I’m here to tell you that no matter how much you hate me, I can’t be scared off easily. The only person that can make me leave is Yoongi so you can either get over your mean ways and put it to better use by finding him or sit in this office and continue to build resentment but it’s not going to get him back.”

You didn’t even allow him time to respond back as you stood to your feet and walked to the door. “Thank you for hearing me out and have a nice day.”

Mr. Min sat at his desk; long after you had left, thinking to himself. Never did he think you’d come barging into his office, giving him an ultimatum over his son. He tried to hide the smile that suddenly appeared on his face as he tapped his chin.

“Um, sir? Is everything okay?” His assistant asked him.

“Everything is fine.” He said, sitting up straight in his chair. “Get me the security footage of my son’s house the night of the kidnapping.”

~~~~~

You lied on your back, staring at the monitor as the technician rubbed the gel over your stomach, trying to find the little person tucked away. Hyolyn stood next to you but she was transfixed on where the baby was hiding as she bounced back and forth from looking at the screen to your stomach.

The technician located fingers, followed by an arm connect to the shoulders and finally, the baby’s head. You licked over your lips as you tried to hide your tears but they fell anyway. There it was, resting peacefully. The three of you giggled when the baby’s hands moved to their face to block out the light shining through your skin.

“There’s the baby. Were you interested in knowing the sex or did you want to wait until birth?” The technician asked, causing you and Hyolyn to glance at each other.

“We want to know now.” Hyolyn spoke up for you. You nodded in agreement. Both of you were equally anxious to find out the gender.

The technician moved the knob around, moving down the baby’s stomach to their bottom half.

“Okay, it looks like you’re having...”

~~~

You had returned to Yoongi’s parent’s house later on that night after spending the day with your best friend. The two of you had lunch then went shopping for the baby. The entire time Hyolyn gushed in excitement. She talked about everything from meeting it, to babysitting and spoiling the hell out of it. She even talked about rushing home to seduce Matt so they can have their own. All you could do was laugh while smiling at the ultrasound pictures.

You walked into the living room and found Yoongi’s mother seated on the couch, watching her favorite television drama. When she spotted you, she smiled.

“Hey you. Where have you been all day?”

Instead of answering her, you pulling the pictures from your bag to show her. She could barely speak as she clutched her chest in surprise.

“Oh my g-... is this my grandchild?” She smiled, trying to calm down and wipe her eyes.

“Look at the next picture.” You told her and when she did, you wished you could have captured her reaction on camera. Mrs. Min screamed then laughed before bursting into tears. She placed the photos against her chest and held them there. All you could to do was smile while watching her, occasionally wiping away tears.

She pulled the pictures away to look at them again. “Baby Min.” Next she addressed your stomach, rubbing over your bump. “Grandma is going to build a nursery here so you can have your own room to grow up in. Would you like that?”

Just then, you both felt the baby move around; causing you both to look up and laugh. The next few hours, you both talk of excitement over the baby and the future. You didn’t realize how complete the baby was making you feel. Now all you needed was Yoongi.

~~~~~

Sujin lied in her big, soft, comfy bed; sipping her wine and watching a drama near its climax. Her leg was thrown over the other in a seductive manner and the fact that she was only wearing panties under her silk robe, made her feel more like a powerful seductress who had the world in her hands. A certain scene of the protagonist being denied of the man she couldn’t have, had triggered a memory from her past.

“You are not allowed to follow after your brother. Do you hear me, Sujin?” Her mother scolded her.

“But Frankie-“

“If I catch you mixed up in that mobster bullshit, there will be serious consequences.”

Sujin was unable to fall asleep that night, feeling as though she was missing out in life. She had overheard Frankie on the phone, planing on leaving out late in the night. He had begun working for the Min family, and she heard many stories about the younger son that she wanted to meet him. Was he as good looking as all the girls said? Is he as ruthless as all the boys bragged? Is he as scary as the newspapers proclaim?

At around two thirty that morning, Sujin heard her brother getting ready to leave. She remained in bed, listening as he moved around his room before the bedroom door opened and closed. In an instant, Sujin was up and looking for something to wear to follow him. Deciding on a black club dress, she held her heels in her hands as she snuck out of her room; tip-toeing down the hallway and pass her parents’ bedroom.

Sujin was about to sneak out of the back door when it suddenly opened. It had caught both of them off guard but kept quiet as to not wake their parents.

“What are you doing up?” Frankie asked. “Better yet, where are you going dressed like that?”

“Come on, Frankie. I just want to meet him.” She pleased.

“Mom doesn’t wait you tied up in what I’m doing. Why don’t you just go back to bed?”

Sujin crossed her arms with an attitude. “No. I don’t care if I get in trouble, I’m coming with you.”

Frankie didn’t have time for this. He was running late and Yoongi had already expressed how he disliked tardiness. Maybe there was a way to get his sister there and back without anyone noticing.

“Fine, but I’m bringing you back home right after you meet him.”

“Deal.”

The two of them gotten into the car and rode to the location Frankie was given. They pulled up to a gentleman’s club where several black cars were parked outside. Getting out of the car, they walked inside the establishment and Sujin couldn’t believe her eyes. Talking to someone she assumed was the club owner, stood Min Yoongi. His blonde hair greatly stood out against his all black clothing and he looked so handsome that Sujin had a hard time tearing her eyes away from him.

When he suddenly glanced in her direction, she felt her heart stop beating. She has gotten even more nervous when he suddenly came over.

“You’re late, Frankie.”

“I know, but-“

“I’ve grown tired of giving you warnings. Instead of enjoying yourself after the meeting, maybe I should make you clean my car. Perhaps that will make you on time for next meeting.” Yoongi stated harshly. Sujin didn’t mind witnessing her brother get scolded. All it did was confirm her thoughts on the leader.

Frankie sighed. “Please, I will be on time next time.”

It was silence between them as Yoongi thought it over. “Have Namjoon fill you in on what you’ve missed and Frankie... don’t let it happen again.”

Sujin watched her brother walk off, leaving her there with Yoongi. He glanced in her direction one final time before he, too, walked away. Sujin didn’t know why but that little encounter was not enough for her. She needed more so she had begun secretly following him around the club, watching him interact with a series of people.

When Yoongi walked behind a door meant for staff members, she waited on the other side for him to emerge.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were stalking me.”

Sujin heard a deep voice in her ear that made her spine straight. When she turned to face the voice, she was once again standing before the big boss. She put on her best charm to hide her nervousness.

“Stalking is such a strong word. I prefer to believe I’m admiring a God.”

This caused Yoongi to smirk, taking a sip from his drink. “I see that you came with Frankie. Are you related to him or something?”

“Yes, he’s by brother.”

“I hope the gene of idiocy doesn’t run in the family.”

Although she should have been offended, Sujin laughed. “I can assure you, my brother is the odd one out.”

“Well that answers one question,” Yoongi swallowed his drink. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to meet you.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ve heard so much about you and wanted to see for myself if it was true.”

Yoongi smiled. “And what did you conclude?”

“That you are a very intriguing individual and I want to know more about you.” Sujin bravely stated.

“Yeah?” He asked, trapping her against a nearby wall.

“...yeah.” She breathed out as Yoongi leaned his face in.

“Then... get your things and walk out of the door.” He moved away completely which caught her off guard. She thought for sure, he was going to kiss her.

“Wa- why?”

“Because I’m running a business and this isn’t a situation to satisfy whatever thrill issues you have. You’re better off going home and being a good. The bad life doesn’t suit you and it’s obvious. You’re liable to shit your pants if I pulled out my gun.”

“I’m tougher than I look.” Sujin stated, suddenly growing offended. She suddenly wanted to prove herself to him but didn’t know why.

“I don’t have time to go back and forth with you. You can either go home or I can have your body deliver to your parent’s front porch. Your choice?” He coldly stated as two women came over to him, wrapping their arms around him and stroking their hands over his body. One of the girls had begun kissing his neck while the other begun unbuttoning his shirt. All the while, his gaze never left hers. It was then that Sujin realize that she overstayed her welcome. Feeling bested, she turned on her heels and walked to the door.

When she turned around, she watched the three of them disappear behind a door of the club and felt her jealousy rise. After meeting with Min Yoongi, she wanted to make a long lasting impression on him and possibly become not only his potential partner but his girlfriend.

The quiet cab ride home had Sujin more upset than she realized. She finally gotten a taste of the dark side life and became addicted. She wanted more, she needed more. She felt like a kid who had stayed up past bedtime, only to be scolded and forced to go to bed. That life was the life for her but nobody understood that but one day... she will prove them all wrong, especially Min Yoongi.

Her bedroom door opened and the crime lord, himself, was thrown inside with her men waiting for more orders.

“That will be all for now. You may leave.”

They poured out of the room, shutting the door behind them. Sujin stared at Yoongi just as his dark eyes stared at her. They remained that way until she was the first to say something.

“Would you like a glass of wine?” Just like she thought, he didn’t say a word. “You know, Yoongi. I’ve been very generous with your overall treatment, only for you to continuously spit in my face. I’ve fed you well; I’ve invited you into my bedroom, and even offered you a drink.”

Sujin gotten out of bed to pour herself another glass of wine, swallowing some of it back. “It’s very disrespectful.”

“That just a matter of opinion.” Yoongi finally spoke.

“How so?”

“If I have to answer that for you, you’re just as stupid as I thought you were.”

That gotten Sujin’s attention. She finished off the last of her drink, placed the glass down, and walked over until she stood right in front of him.

“I think you’ve gotten the wrong idea about me, Yoongi.” She said seductively as her hands slowly rubbed up his arm. “We’re basically on the same side, not to mention, you owe it to Frankie.”

“I thought you said it wasn’t about revenge?”

“And it’s not”, she said. “I just wanted you to see where I’m coming from with all this.” Her mouth moved closer as she traced up his neck to his lips with her mouth. “With a little persuasion, I think I can get you to join in... possibly help out.”

“Yeah? And how will you do that?” He asked.

“If I have to give you the answer, then you’re not as smart as I assumed you are.”

Their lips connected together in a kiss. Sujin felt as though she was floating on a cloud. Finally, she had the man she wanted to impress for years, in the palm of her hand. She had him in her room; kissing her while his pregnant girlfriend was at home worrying herself sick. How deliciously powerful. But Yoongi was selfish as he was rich. He didn’t care who he hurt because he only looked out for himself.

The kiss had deepened and soon became a battle for control. Yoongi’s hands slowly rubbed the sides of her thighs, wandering up her robe. Sujin moaned into his mouth, wrapping her arms around him, pulling him closer. Once his fingers came in contact with the bottom lining of her panties, they traced up both of her ass cheeks until he came in contact with something hard.

Yoongi quickly pulled it out, broke away, and turned her around; holding Sujin in place with his hand wrapped around her throat.

“You wanted me to go to bed with you, yet you carry a gun with us.”

“I don’t want to kill you.” She gasped. “I was going to offer you to work with me, we could be partners.”

“And if I said no, you would have shot me, huh?” He stated roughly.

“Mm, you still like it rough, I see.” She teased with a smile on her face.

“Shut up.” Yoongi commanded, tightening his grip around her neck.

He maneuvered her around the room, trying to find a way to escape. Sensing his distraction, Sujin picked up a nearby glass and threw it, breaking it against the solid wall. Her men heard the commotion and stormed the room, finding the position they were in. They all pulled out their guns aiming it in the pair’s direction. Yoongi had changed targets from her men to her, pointing the gun against the side of her head. If they shot him, he was taking her with him. Insu walked into the room, pulling out his gun as well.

“Think about this, Yoongi.” Sujin began. “You’re out numbered.”

“Numbers mean nothing to me.”

“I’m sure it doesn’t but think about your family. You’d really risk your life trying to escape?”

“If it meant getting away from you, I’m willing to take that risk.”

“Y/n seems like a nice girl. Too sweet to be with a devil like you.”

“What’s your point?”

“That’s what I told her when I visited the bakery where she works,” she stated, causing Yoongi to zone out. Sujin was lying. She didn’t talk to you especially about him but little did he know, she was telling the truth.

Sujin walked inside of the small bakery, taking a look around before walking directly up to the counter.

“Y/n, I presume?”

You were a bit taken back by a stranger knowing your name, let alone coming into your job asking about you specifically. “That depends on who wants to know.”

She offered her hand to you. “My name is Kang Sujin. The Min family hired me to help find Yoongi. I work with a series of investigators and I wanted to meet you personally to see if you remembered anything about the night he disappeared.”

There was a single table with two chairs positioned to the side for anyone meeting to place decorative cake orders; the two of you sat there to talk. Her eyes lit up as she watched you walk from behind the counter, showcasing your large belly.

“I honestly don’t know how I could be of help finding him. When he left home, I didn’t follow him.” You said to her.

“That’s fine. Any little detail could be of use. Now you were in the car with him on his way home, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Did you notice anyone following the car?”

“Not really but then again, I wasn’t paying attention to other cars on the road.” You responded, feeling a bit down for not being able to do more. “I’m sorry.”

Sujin placed her hand over yours in an effort to comfort you. “You’re doing great, y/n. You’re a great girlfriend and honestly, I’m surprised Min Yoongi found such a sweet one.” She laughed. “When I met him years ago, he was such a cold hearted man. Someone like him doesn’t deserve someone like you.”

“Um.. thanks, I guess.” Confusion flashed across your features as an uncomfortable feeling soon came over you. “I need to get back to work, I’m sorry I can’t be more of help to you.” You stood to leave, immediately walking away without giving her a chance to say another word but unbeknownst to Sujin, you had called Yoongi’s mother to tell her about the meeting. When she told you that she didn’t hire any investigators, you became frightened. She sent men to come get you and also to check the perimeter of the bakery. Sujin was long gone.

Namjoon and Hoseok came to review the cameras and saw the woman who came to meet with you but she didn’t look familiar nor could they find anything when looking up the name she had given. They were left with nothing but knew she was possibly involved in Yoongi’s disappearance.

“Don’t be stupid, Yoongi.” Sujin continued. “You know what I’m capable of. Hwang Jongsoo, I know you had seen what I did to him and his family. Matter of fact, his wife was pregnant, was she not?”

Yoongi remained quiet as he weighed his options but he didn’t have much time.

“Come on, let y/n live.”

If he continued to use Sujin as a shield, they would kill him off instantly and possibly go after you. He couldn’t have that so he’d have to delay his stay for just a bit longer. Even if that meant letting Sujin believe that she’s won.

Yoongi had released her, dropping the gun on the floor in a surrendering manner. Sujin smiled before picking up the gun and striking him in the face with it. But that wasn’t all, the door closed as her bedroom soon became a torture chamber.

~~~~~

This particular day at the bakery had grown increasingly slow. There weren’t many customers that visited the shop. Jungkook’s grandparents had left for the day to make a delivery, leaving the two of you to mind the place.

Jungkook rested his head on the glass containers, watching as you swept the floor. Once you had gathered the trash in a pile, you had trouble bending over to clean it up.

“I’ll do that for you.” He offered, taking the broom from your hands.

You concealed your smile as you moved away to watch him. Since you’ve returned to work, he has been offering to help you a lot more than usual. Perhaps he was over the ‘you dating a mobster’ thing. Jungkook had finished cleaning and joined you behind the counter. He watched you out of the corner of his eye as you ate a cupcake and read your book. You seemed like your normal self, better than the days when you came to work, obviously upset.

“Are you going to continue to stare at me like a creep?” You suddenly said, catching him off guard.

“I’m not staring at you!” He quickly stated turning his head away to pretend something else caught his attention. You couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction as he tried to play it off. “Actually... there was something I wanted to ask you.”

“Yes?”

“You’ve been coming to work sad. Is everything okay?” He paused for a second. “D-Did something happen between you and your boyfriend?”

You stared at him, about to answer when the bell on the door rung out. There was a customer but before you could help him, gunfire suddenly erupted, drowning out any other noise.

You froze in fear at the sound, watching as the customer was shot to pieces as bullets flew into the bakery. Jungkook tackled you to the ground just as bullets hit where you were standing. You felt on your side covering your head as everything was destroyed. Glass, wood, and other materials scattered over the both of you. Jungkook was just in shock as you were but he realized that whoever was shooting had automatic weapons and wasn’t going to stop until you both were dead. That left two options; to stay there and die or chance it and risk an injury.

He helped you up, pulling you close to him as he held your head in his hands. He could see the tears threatening to spill because of the fear. “Y/n, listen to me! We have to leave, we can’t stay here! Otherwise we die!”

You nodded, suddenly bursting into tears. “Okay.”

“Stay close to me. If we can make it up to my grandparent’s apartment, we can hide out there.”

He tightly grabbed your hand, eased the broken door open. Counting to three, both you and Jungkook jump up on your feet and ran upstairs. Your adrenaline was at an all time high but you quickly noticed that you had been grazed by a couple bullets, leaving blood dripping from your cheek, arm, stomach, and leg. Insu watched it all go down behind his dark shades. He took his cigar out of his mouth, signaling to his men to go after you.

When you made it to the apartment door, the gunfire stopped and multiple footsteps could be heard stepping on glass and debris as they entered the bakery. Jungkook kicked opened the door and pulled you inside before barricading it shut with furniture. He quickly looked around for somewhere to go, realizing that it wasn’t safe to stay there.

“Shit!” He began to panic.

“Jungkook...” you called to him but he didn’t hear you. He was thinking of an escape route. “Jungkook!”

“Not now, y/n! We have to get out of here!”

“But... you’ve been shot.”

When he looked down, his shirt was covered in blood; more specifically, his left side. Now that he had calmed down a bit, Jungkook felt pain not only in his shoulder, but his arm too. He had been shot twice and if he didn’t get away, he was liable to bleed to death.

“The roof!” He quickly thought. “Come on!”

He took you hand again and pulled you through the apartment and out through a window to the metal staircase. Just as he closed the window, he heard them enter the home. Jungkook let you climb up first and followed close behind you. Once on the top of the building, he pulled you with him and he jumped down to the next building over. Luckily they were right next to each other so it wouldn’t have been a difficult task for you. You sat down, throwing over one leg at a time. Jungkook held onto your waist as he helped you jump down. He led you over to a secluded area and the two of you hid there.

There, you both tried to catch your breath while examining the damage. Your injuries weren’t as serious as Jungkook’s; he really needed medical help. Placing your hands on his wounds, you put pressure on it. His breathing was slowing down to the point that you were crying for fear that he was dying. It all felt like deja vu and you began to panic.

“I’m sorry, Jungkook. This is all my fault.”

“No...” he tried to sit up but was too tired to do so.

“If I didn’t work at the bakery, you wouldn’t have gotten involved.” You sobbed. “Hang in there. Please don’t die on me!”

Jungkook held your head in both hands staring you in the eyes. “Y/n! I will be okay! Don’t worry yourself.”

You were still scared but took his word for it and about ten minutes later, you heard the sounds of police sirens and ambulances. Thankfully, the culprits were gone when they arrived. This time, you helped Jungkook to his feet and led him to the ledge, waving down someone for assistance. Thanks to the fire department, they were able to get you both down from the roof. Jungkook was taking to an ambulance to be treated and you were right by his side.

After receiving your call, Jimin fought through the crowd to find you. When he spotted you, you looked like hell. He called out to you and when you noticed his presence, you rushed into his arms, crying uncontrollably. It took a while but he was able to get what happened out of you. Jungkook watched as Jimin led you away before he was driven off to the hospital, leaving him to wonder what will happen.

~~~

Jungkook was resting peacefully in a hospital bed when he heard the door open and close. Remembering the earlier events had him on high alert. He leaped from his sleep only to find the man that had taken you away there.

“What do you want?” He asked, ready to signal the doctors if he needed to.

“Calm down. I just wanted to check up on you after all your help.” Jimin stated, causing Jungkook to relax a bit.

“Y/n sent you, didn’t she?”

“Yes, but I also came because I wanted to. My name is Park Jimin.” He came closer into the room.

“I’m Jungkook.”

Jimin studied the young man. “First, I want to thank you for what you did today, saving her life and keeping her safe.” He pulled an envelope out of his pocket and passed it to Jungkook. “Second, I was informed that the bakery belonged to your family. That should be enough to cover the damage as well as compensation for your help.”

“Thanks but you didn’t-“

“It’s the least I could do to show my thanks.”

Jungkook nodded, hesitating a bit. “Is y/n okay?”

“She’s doing better.”

“Is... is there a chance that I can see her again?”

Jimin shook his head. “That I cannot answer.”

“Oh, I see.” Jungkook went quiet, wondering the reason why they were keeping you in hiding. Of course your life was in danger but he didn’t pose a threat to you. Why couldn’t he just see if you were okay, with his own eyes?

“What will happen now?”

“I honestly don’t know.” Jimin sighed. He was torn between what he should do and what he wanted to do. He wanted to find the people responsible and go to war, ending all of the unnecessary bloodshed. Realistically, he couldn’t make the call and put Yoongi’s health in further danger so the only option was to wait.

“For your safety, I will have a few of my men guarding you room so don’t be alarmed.” Jungkook nodded, watching as Jimin walked to the door. “Rest well and recover.”

~~~~~

Yoongi was staring at his bruised hands in a daze when the door opened to the room he was in. Sujin and Insu, followed by a couple other men entered the space.

She held an item in her hand that Yoongi couldn’t tell what it was at first.

“It’s been well over a month, Yoongi. It’s time to get down to business.” Sujin exclaimed. “For the last time, give me your company or at least make me your partner, otherwise; I will take matters into my own hands.”

“Quit with the threatening bullshit! I’m not giving up shit and I’m not giving you shit!” Yoongi snapped. “Do you know how much money you’re missing out on because you’re here trying to take what I have? It’s a waste and you’re waste! Do what you have to do as a so called ‘leader’ but I will never work with you because you’re weak!”

Sujin stared down at Yoongi in anger as she tried to control her breathing with deep breaths. “You have a point.”

She took the handgun from Insu and shot Yoongi in his upper chest, closer to his collar bone. Yoongi yelled out in pain, gripping his wound as blood coated his clothes and skin.

“There’s no point in keeping you around anymore. I might as well build an army and overthrow your family.” She tosses a book in front of him. A book that not only had bullet holes through it but also blood. “Once I eliminate you, you can join your pathetic girlfriend in hell.”

Yoongi’s eyes flew to Sujin’s face in shock. She had to be lying. There was no way she had killed you. It had to be a lie. Sujin tossed a couple of photos at him as well, to show him the damage of the bakery. He looked through each picture as he tried to control his anxiety.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” She boasted. “My team did a wonderful job clearing the place out yesterday. If only you could have seen y/n face when it happened. Her and her coworkers didn’t know what hit them. Unfortunately, this is all that’s left of your girlfriend.”

She walked closer, squatting down in front of him. “Once again you’ve gotten me mistaken, Yoongi. I’m far from weak, I’m powerful in a sense that I’ve brought down the ‘oh so scary Min Yoongi’ to his knees by getting rid of one person... I’m sorry, two. She was pregnant, wasn’t she?”

When Yoongi looked up into her eyes, Sujin could see the hell in his dark orbs, trying to escape. She was ready to shoot him dead when one of her men interrupted her torture session.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, Ma’am, but you have an important phone call. I think it’s one of your partners.”

“Thank you.” She stood to her feet and walked to the door, pausing a moment to address Yoongi. “Sit tight for a minute. I will be right back to kill you.”

Everyone cleared out of the room, leaving him alone for the time being. Two men were placed by the door to watch over him. No one was allowed to enter the room without Sujin’s or Insu’s permission. Yoongi stared at the book for what felt like hours. His own injury grew further away and his mind began to focus solely on you. That was the same book that he had seen you read while lounging around the house, it was yours. Flipping through the pages, he tried to control his shaking hands after seeing more than a dozen pages stained with blood.

Yoongi felt dizzy and ill all at once. He could barely think and his stomach was turning in knots. And as painful and weak his body felt, he stood to his feet; stumbling towards the door. He wanted to bust it down but realized he couldn’t. Yoongi struggled to stand up and eventually fell back on the ground. His vision going in and out and ultimately, he drifted out of consciousness.

The two men heard the loud thud of a body falling and quickly opened the door to find Yoongi in the state he was in. They rushed to his aide, figuring that he was dying from his wounds.

“Min? Min?” One of them called to him, kicking Yoongi’s leg with his foot. Nothing. “Shit! This isn’t good. We have to alert Madam Oh.”

But before either one of them could do that, Yoongi suddenly jumped up, knocking one of the men in the face and taking his gun. He aimed it at the other’s chest; pulling the trigger and killing him close range. Acting quickly, he turned his attention back to the man and executed him, all without alerting the help.

Taking the other gun, Yoongi slowly eased out of the room he was held captive in and struggled down a hallway. This was it. He only had one chance to escape and if he died in the midst of it, at least he tried. Armed with two handguns, Yoongi shot and killed anyone that came into view. He wasn’t giving them a chance to return fire; they were all going to die. Along the way, he exchanged his weapons for more powerful ones and ones that would do more damage.

Sujin and Insu instantly turned their attention to the sound of gunfire. Sujin ended her call and Insu armed himself ready to fire at any given moment. Yoongi peeked around the corner, checking to make sure the coast was clear but quickly moved back when bullets hit the wall. He grunted in pain, taking a deep breath to prepare himself and jumped out firing.

He managed to hit three men, clearing his path. Just as he found stairs that led up, Yoongi spotted a phone and made the conscious decision to use it. He balanced his attention from dialing a number and checking to make sure nobody would pop into view with a gun.

Yoongi breathed a sigh of relief when Namjoon picked up. “Joon-“

“Yoongi?! Is that you?!” Namjoon couldn’t believe his ears when he heard his voice. For a moment in time, he assumed Yoongi was dead.

“Yeah, but I need your help.” He groaned.

“Anything! Tell me where you are! I’m coming to get you!”

“That’s the thing; I don’t know where I am. I’ve been in some basement or warehouse. I assume this is the only phone.”

“Shit!” Namjoon yelled in frustration. He wasn’t going to let his best friend die and judging by how bad he sounded over the phone, he assumed Yoongi was in big trouble. “Come on, Yoongi. Tell me something to go off on; anything.”

Yoongi tried to think of how Namjoon could get to him but he kept drawing blanks. He didn’t know where he was and he wasn’t in a good enough condition to travel far. He couldn’t stay by the phone for too long, assuming more men were liable to show up. If only he could keep Namjoon on the phone until he was able to get some place familiar... that’s when it hit him.

“Namjoon, trace the call!” Yoongi quickly stated. He could hear the sound of footsteps getting closer. “It’s our only shot. I’ll leave the landline on and pray that the call doesn’t get disconnected. Use the number to track down my location. I should be nearby.”

“I’ll try my hardest.” Namjoon stated, already in his car; heading towards the club. He had to act quickly before the enemies caught on to the plan and disrupted the call. Barely able to put the car in park, Namjoon raced inside. His mind was in shambles that he failed to call anyone else. He sat at the computer, typing the unknown number.

With help on the way, Yoongi checked his weapon and headed upstairs, shooting anyone along the way. When he made it to the top, he noticed that he now stood in a decorative ivory and gold mansion that over looked the ocean. Sujin had him locked away in the basement of her house.

Hearing a faint noise, Yoongi turned his head to see Sujin trying to slip away. He chase after her only to be knocked down by Insu. The gun fell from his hands and Insu took that chance to deliver kicks to Yoongi’s torso. He continued until Yoongi seemed unable to get up. Before he could walk away, Yoongi grabbed his feet, knocking him to the floor. He was on top of Insu in a heartbeat, punching him repeatedly in the face and slamming his head against the floor. The two of them rolled around, tussling for control.

Insu managed to elbow Yoongi in his stomach, gaining the upper hand. He stumbled away from him, ready to deliver another kick but Yoongi grabbed his leg; pushing him backwards. Insu scurried towards the gun, cocking it, and firing. This time, the bullet hit his pelvis but Yoongi was too fueled by rage that he didn’t feel a thing. He charged at Insu, knocking him down and wrapping both hands around his neck. Insu stared up at the man that he had tortured countless of times. For a moment, he feared for his life as Yoongi’s lips curled into a smile at the sight of his loss of breath.

“Did you enjoy all of the innocent people you’ve killed?” Yoongi growled in anger. “Did that kid you kill on the street look as scared as you are now?” Insu tried to fight against Yoongi, but he wasn’t budging. In fact, the grip on his neck tightened as Yoongi thought of you. “And y/n... I’m going to make you regret ever laying eyes on her.”

Pleasure lights lit up his entire body, as Insu entered his last stage of living. Sujin kicked Yoongi in the same side of his chest he had been shot in causing him to fall back on the floor. She grabbed Insu and helped him to his feet as they stumbled away. Yoongi jumped up, about to chase after them when several men, all armed with assault rifles, lined up and began firing at the house. Everything was riddled with bullets, glass shattered everywhere; nothing could withstand such a powerful blast.

Yoongi crawled along the floor, looking for a way out. When he found exit, he quickly escaped, stammering to the street. As he limped away, Yoongi finally took notice to the pain he was feeling. He dripped a trail of blood behind him as he maneuvered between buildings to escape the men that had begun looking for him. Leaning against the wall in a hidden passage, Yoongi tried to catch his breath.

Namjoon closed in on the property, looking around for any signs of his friend. The house he was held captive in was surrounded by several dilapidated buildings, all of which did an excellent job hiding it. He was becoming overwhelmed, fearing that he may have been too late. It was then that he spotted someone in bad shape, stumbling down the street. He had gotten out of the car and ran to Yoongi as quick as he could, catching him as he fell weakly into his arms. Namjoon held onto him tightly, finding it hard to believe that after all these weeks, Yoongi was alive. He was alive and now safe. Namjoon couldn’t help the tears that had fell from his eyes.

~~~~~

You were lying on the couch, bored out of your mind with nothing to do. Ever since the shooting at the bakery, Mrs. Min had kept you under strict lockdown. Thankfully, any wounds you had received were now healed. However, you couldn’t go anywhere and anything you needed, was brought back to you. Although you should have felt grateful, you couldn’t help but feel like a prisoner. You weren’t use to the constant surveillance and people waiting on you, hand and foot.

Even at the moment, everyone was out while you were stuck in the house. Mr. and Mrs. Min were out on business while everyone else was working. You let out a sigh as you sat up. If only you had someone to talk to then maybe you wouldn’t be so bored.

“Yes, sir. I understand. Is Mr. Yoongi okay?” You heard his assistant say.

They had left him there to look over you but it was like he wasn’t even there. He barely talked to you and only reported to Mr. Min about anything you requested. But the moment Yoongi’s name was mentioned; you were off the couch and easing closer, eavesdropping on the phone conversation. “I hope he makes a speedy recovery. You stay for as long as you need to. Everything is fine here.”

Your heart leaped at the news. Yoongi was alive! He was okay and his parents were with him. It’s been too long and you needed to see him. You couldn’t go another day, let alone hour without seeing him. You almost became choked up but swallowed back your emotions. You waited until the assistant emerged from the office before you confronted him. He opened the door to find you with your arms crossed, staring a hole through him.

“Why was I not informed that Yoongi was safe?” You asked with a frown on your face. He was initially taken off guard, wondering if he should tell you.

“I was just informed as well. Mr. Min had gotten a call saying that Mr. Yoongi was in the hospital.”

You felt your heart break as tears filled your eyes. “I want to see him.”

“I’m sorry but I was told not to let you leave. If his enemies were to get you, they might kill you.”

“Fuck his enemies! I want to see Yoongi right now!”

“I’m sorry but my orders come from-“ he couldn’t even finish his sentence as you grabbed his shirt and slammed him against a nearby wall.

“Fuck your orders! Fuck whatever you were told! If you don’t take me to see him right now, I will walk out of that door and go to him myself!”

With no other options or possible solutions to his problem, the assistant had driven you to the hospital, prepared to face the consequences because of it. Once inside and checking with the front desk, you raced towards Yoongi’s room with your heart beating a million times per second. Tears were already dripping from your chin as you tried to remain positive. If Yoongi was in the hospital then that meant he was hurt bad and if his parents didn’t want you to know about it meant that it was serious.

You located the room and found everyone inside; his father, mother, Hoseok, Namjoon, and even Jimin. You walked inside gathering everyone’s attention. They were shocked to see you there so suddenly but not surprised. They knew you would want to see him the moment you knew he was rescued. When you laid eyes on Yoongi, more tears fell from your eyes.

He was asleep and he had tubes coming from his nose, several more were sticking from his arms. He was hooked up to monitors, keeping track of his breathing and heart rate. It pained you to see him in this condition and approached the bed, taking a seat in the closes chair. You took hold of his hand and just sat there, staring at his face. You remained that way even after it hit nightfall.

“Come on, honey. Let go home and let him rest. We will come back first thing in the morning.” His mother told you but you shook her off.

“I’m not going home without him.”

“Y/n...”

You turned to face her. “How could I leave his side and not worry that he will be okay?” You suddenly began to sob. “I don’t want to lose him. I need to be here in case he wakes up.”

She wiped away her own tears understanding completely. Instead of leaving, she decided to stay with you; wanting to be there when he opened his eyes. His father left men on every floor and outside of the hospital, just for precaution. The two of you took turns watching over him throughout the night, not that you had a choice. You could barely sleep for a few hours without waking up in fear that it was all a dream and thinking Yoongi was gone.

When the sun finally came barreling through the room, Yoongi began to stir in his sleep. His mother went to get the doctor right away as you stayed by his side. You sat on the bed, taking his hand in yours.

“Yoongi...” you called out to him.

Slowly but surely, his eyes opened and focused on the figure in front of him. Yoongi quickly sat up, grabbing you by the arms. His heart rate increased, causing the monitors to go off. His eyes stared into yours as if he was trying to find any falsehood in his reality. You were alive.

“Y/n... you’re...”

“Right here.” You completed his sentence with a smile.

He hugged you tightly, hiding his face in the crevice of your neck. Your stomach poked into him, letting your baby feel its father for the first time. It didn’t matter if moving about caused him pain, he needed to feel you; to hold you because he honestly didn’t want to wake up if he had to live his life without you.

When you tried to move away, Yoongi held onto you tighter; keeping you rooted in place.

You whined with a light chuckled. “Yoongi-“

“Give me a minute.” He mumbled, interrupting you. It was something about the way he said it that made you freeze all movements and do what he said.

As you sat there holding Yoongi in your arms, you felt dampness on your shoulder and his light sniffles. That’s when you realized. You close your eyes and listened for the first time as Yoongi cried to you.

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