Santa Baby | myg
☆ pairing: Yoongi x f. reader (Hoseok x f. reader)
☆ genre: fluff, crack
☆ word count: 5.5k
☆ warnings: things get semi-spicy, a few cringey moments
☆ synopsis: Your first meeting with your boyfriend's parents for the Christmas holidays leaves you a nervous wreck, even more so with all the awkward occurrences you encounter on your visit. Luckily, one in particular, brings you and Yoongi closer together.
collab masterpost
☆ a/n: Hello hello! Finally, here it is – my more than late contribution to the Christmas collab brought to life by @kooala. In between tight schedules and a messed up circadian rhythm, this was hard to work on continuously. But I'm very pleased with the end result, and I hope you enjoy it, too, despite its tardiness I certainly died writing this Yoongi
As always, thank you for reading if you do, and feedback is more than welcome ♡ I hope you all had lovely holidays, a great start to the new year, and may 2021 become a better year for all of us. Pls continue to stay safe and healthy everyone!
(P.S. there's a little surprise in the tags)
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Ah, Christmas. That time of the year to spend with your loved ones. To recount old stories, good or bad, bond (or bicker) over a mug of mulled wine, and create even more long-lasting memories.
Luckily this time around, you get to spend it with your boyfriend and his family – for the first time. As you can't make it home this year, the Mins invited you over, and you wouldn't make such a big deal out of it – except for the fact that it is. You're not just going to spend your first Christmas with Yoongi's family. On top of that, this is going to be your first time ever meeting them at all.
A part of you is relieved over the fact that circumstances are keeping you from flying home this time around. Though you miss your family very dearly, you can't deny the tendency for tension to arise when the whole lot comes together. From your aunts' passive-aggressive quarrels over past disputes to your grandmother's awkward questions about your private life – way to kill the mood.
You can only hope that Yoongi's family will welcome you with open arms, but even the slightest thought of their possible disapproval makes your insides churn.
Maybe having another good old family get-together would be easier after all.
The clock on the wall reads a quarter past twelve – around five hours left before you're supposed to leave. Usually, you're done packing a day prior, but this time you can't seem to make up your mind. Desperately, you roam around the room, packing piece after piece of clothing, checking their wearability and appropriateness before carefully putting them in your suitcase – just to second guess your choice and inspect them once more.
"Baby, you're gonna be fine," Yoongi reassures you for what feels like the hundredth time, his eyes glued on your restless figure.
"But what if they won't like me?" A pout forms on your lips as you still in your tracks, caressing the fabric of the coffee brown, knitted sweater dress in your hands.
He leaves from his leaning position in the doorway to where you are, the middle of your bedroom, surrounded by pieces of clothing in all sorts of cuts and colors. An amused smirk splays out on Yoongi's face as he meanders in between the fabrics. "They're gonna love you." His hands come out of his pockets to cradle your face, softly tilting your head back to place a chaste kiss on your lips.
You sigh, looking up at him with wondrous eyes. "How can you be so sure?"
"Well," Yoongi continues, "you're smart, funny, beautiful"–he emphasizes each word by following it up with another peck–"and most importantly, you make me happy which is another plus in the books."
"You think so?"
He nods, the pads of his thumbs stroking your cheeks in tiny motions.
At that, a smile forms on your face before reaching up to plant a kiss on him this time. "Help me pack then?"
You take on your initial position on the floor while Yoongi browses through your wardrobe, the scratchy noise of metal sliding on metal filling your ears.
"Oof." There's a short pause as he takes a further look at what might be a discovery. "This one. Very festive, if you ask me."
You lift your gaze from the neatly folded clothes in front of you – just to be met with Yoongi holding up a long-sleeved, form-fitting dress with a rather revealing neckline, the snow white material of it complimenting his honey blonde mop of hair. Definitely not meeting-your-boyfriend's-family-for-the-first-time material.
"Brings back memories. Happy birthday to me."
Hardly having finished his thought, a pillow comes flying at him with full force – which he manages to dodge.
"Idiot," you joke, head shaking at his shenanigans. "I need to look presentable." Your attention shifts back to the task at hand.
"You always look presentable," he murmurs. Tiptoeing around the disarray of fabrics once again, he plops down on the white carpeted floor behind you in a cross-legged fashion, arms wrapping around your middle, chin dropping down to rest on your shoulder. "I was just joking, baby."
"Were you though?"
"Hm," his hold around you tightens "maybe half-joking." A trail of kisses leaves his lips, starting from your cheek following down the line of your neck. The silky material of your bathrobe serves little to no protection from his onslaught of pecks as it progressively cascades down your shoulder.
"Whatcha doing?" You know his ministrations all too well, but still like to ask for good measure.
"Nothing really." He stills for a split second before planting one last open-mouthed kiss on your now exposed skin. "Just thought I'd remind you we're gonna be spending the next two days with my family. Privacy will be limited probably."
The clock now reads half-past twelve, the continuous ticking doing nothing to soothe your spiking nerves. You have yet to shower and finish packing. Maybe a little bit of a distraction will do you well – and you can't deny the weight of his argument.
"Okay, but help me pack for real later."
The after-effects of your longer than intended intermission wear of little by little with each passing of another town. Halfway into the two-hour-long drive, your mind starts running wild again, rehearsing different ways to introduce yourself, replaying multiple scenarios of what could happen.
You and Yoongi have only been together for about nine months now. Despite his busy work schedule as a producer for one of the top record labels in the country, he always tries to find the time to talk to his family, and thus far you haven't been around to join in on his occasional Facetime calls – which you are secretly thankful for. Now in hindsight, it definitely would've helped you ease into the situation and lessen your anxiety.
"You're thinking too much."
Pulled out of your trance, you turn towards your boyfriend in the driver's seat. "I'm not," you sigh, your arm propped up on the door falling to your side, slightly cold from the freezing surface of the window.
"Don't lie to me. I can tell you are." Yoongi gives you as much of a short glance before focusing back on the road ahead of him. "Really, just go with the flow."
"You're one to talk," you retort, crossing your arms in front of your chest. "If you were to meet my parents, you'd be the same. Also, from what you've told me, yours are a lot more strict than mine."
"Well," one of his hands comes off the steering wheel to scratch the back of his head "they used to nag at me for being a bum, and for having a totally different career choice in mind than them, but this is an entirely different situation – and they're really not that bad."
"I'm not saying they are!" you fend, head shooting back in Yoongi's direction at which he chuckles. "I mean, I'm not trying to say anything bad about them at all." Fiddling with the hem of your sweater dress, you look back out of the window. "I'm just saying I have a lot of respect for them, that's all."
You feel a hand reaching out for yours, stopping your nervous fumbling before pulling it in, soft lips sending light kisses on your knuckles.
"You'll be fine. I promise."
The dissipated nerves reappear as soon as you step out of the car an hour later, the cold winter air knocking the breath out of you barely having any impact on you. In your head, you count to four, taking a deep inhale while you do so before releasing it again, the exhale coming out as a loud huff. You stare at the steps leading up to the house where you will be meeting the most important people in Yoongi's life.
"You ready?" The aforementioned stands next to you now, your suitcase and his duffle bag in hand. He shoots you a quick glimpse as he locks the car behind you before his eyes return to you, lingering on your tense expression under the dim street light. Stuffing the car keys into one of the pockets of his padded coat, he shuffles closer to you. "Here."
Your gaze drops down to his outstretched hand before landing on the luggage beside him. "No, gimme that. I'm not letting you carry all that by yourself." You motion towards your suitcase.
"It's fine, baby. Don't worry about it."
"Don't be stubborn." You reach out for his duffle bag sitting atop of your suitcase. "Then gimme this at least. It's lighter."
"Alright, fine. I'm not gonna fight you." He dramatically holds up his hands in defense, a small chuckle leaving his lips.
You shove him slightly, head shaking with a hint of a smile before grabbing his bag and waiting for his cue to leave. Trying your hardest to bury any intrusive thought, you feel Yoongi's fingers entangle with yours, the gesture warming your heart despite his cold digits leaving a chilling sensation on the back of your hand.
"You got this." He sends you one last reassuring look before you go on your way.
As the two of you reach the top of the stairs, Yoongi rings the doorbell, and soon after you hear a round of soft barking.
"Ah, I can't wait for you to meet the dog." A wide grin appears on his face.
"What about your parents?"
"Important, but not as important," he jokes.
"What's not as important?" The both of you freeze in place as the door opens, and you're greeted with the figure of an older woman, about a head shorter than you.
"Oh, nothing." Your boyfriend coughs. "I missed you, Mom," he drawls as he's going in for a hug, and you can tell he's overdoing it – just a tad bit.
"I missed you, too, you rascal." She reciprocates the hug though with a tiny roll of her eyes, but an equally tiny smile splayed on her lips.
As Yoongi makes his way inside with suitcase in tow, she mumbles a monotonous You will become bald at this rate in reference to his dyed hair before her eyes land on you – and with that your breath becomes shallow. Every muscle in your body tenses, your grip around the handle of the bag tightens as you're trying to hold onto something.
"And you must be _____. How pretty you are!" she exclaims with a small gasp, gently grabbing your arm to lead you into their home. "Come inside, honey. You must be freezing."
This is definitely not the reaction you were expecting.
Closing the door behind you, she looks down at your hand holding onto the duffle bag for dear life, knuckles turned white from the sheer force of the claw you're making. "Yah, Min Yoongi!" She yells into the dim-lit space inside causing you to flinch. "Why would you make your girlfriend carry heavy things up the stairs?"
At the mention of his name, half of his silhouette reappears in the back of the hallway, a bundle of fur wrapped in his arms which you identify as the dog. "I didn't. She took it from me."
"Doesn't matter!" his mother fends. "Someone take this from the poor girl. Yoongi-yah! Geumjae-yah! Someone."
"It's fine," you try to resolve the situation, somewhat overwhelmed by the scene unfolding right in front of you. "It's really not that heavy."
As your words go unnoticed, a taller male with black hair appears next to Yoongi's mother which you make out to be his older brother, Geumjae.
He extends his arm towards you, taking the duffle bag from you. "Sorry. Hi." A friendly smile flashes across his lips which you mirror.
"Hi. It's fine." You dismiss his apology with a wave of your hand, perplexed at everyone's will to come to your aid.
As soon as he disappears inside again, your boyfriend takes his place, dog-free this time.
"Too late," his mother states dryly, giving him a playful slap on the back of his shoulder.
"Sorry. Holly ran up to me. I couldn't resist."
You chuckle to yourself, still processing the chaos you just witnessed, the tension in your body slowly dissolving nonetheless.
What a way to start the holidays.
After making their acquaintance with you as the new arrival, everyone gathers in the living room. You take your seat next to Yoongi who's currently in a game of tug-o-war over a dinosaur plushie with Holly. His parents are settled down on the couch opposite you while his brother opts for the recliner next to him.
"So," Yoongi's mother starts, her eyes shaping into crescent moons as she sends you a bright smile, "how was the ride?"
You choke a little on your tea at the – surely innocent – choice of words.
"It was actually really nice," you answer shyly, setting down your mug on the coffee table, burying your hands in your lap. "We barely ran into any traffic at all."
"Huh, really?" Mrs. Min's gaze rests on her youngest son. "Then you must have dilly-dallied. We were expecting you about an hour ago."
Your boyfriend, who has now let the green brachiosaurus toy in the fate of Holly's fangs, joins in on the conversation. "You said between seven and eight. Not seven on the spot." He falls back in his seat as if to prove a point, arm stretched out on the headrest behind you.
"I'm convinced I said between six and seven."
You come to Yoongi's defense, a little taken aback at his mother's accusation. "It's not his fault. I had trouble packing. I'm very sorry." Your torso bends over into a small bow.
"Oh nonsense, darling." She refutes with a wave of her hand. "Don't feel sorry."
"Mom, you said – and I quote – Between seven and eight is ok. It's supposed to get very cold. Please wear warm clothes and drive safe. Love you." Yoongi holds up his phone after reading the message out loud, expression deadpan with a hint of mischief.
His mother squints her eyes at the illuminated screen as if she's able to see anything from that distance. With a defeated look she asks "Why has your brother been here early then?"
Your gaze falls onto Geumjae who looks like he has just been awoken from a slumber, minding his own business up until this point.
"Because he has nothing better to do."
Yoongi's verbal jab in that matter-of-fact tone elicits a chuckle from his father − who returns to his silent state after a serious glance from his wife.
"Yah, do you wanna die?" Geumjae turns to his younger brother. "I helped Mom with dinner preparations. What did you do today?"
Your head whips around to look at your boyfriend. You know exactly what he was up to earlier today – and you'd rather not reveal that information to anyone let alone his family whom you've just met.
"Working on music? Duh."
Good save. Believable. Though there's a hint of cheesiness in that grin of his. He tends to be too cocky whenever he lies.
His brother slowly emerges from his seat, patting Yoongi on the back twice with a click of his tongue. "Yeah, right. Just like when you used to tell us to not come into your room because you were working on music?" He empties the last of his cup before making his way into the kitchen.
"Yah!" Yoongi's cheeks flush a crimson shade, you're not sure whether from shame or anger – most likely both.
"Let's not embarrass the poor boy in front of his girlfriend," you hear Yoongi's father grumble in a serious tone, though when you turn to look at him he's barely able to keep a straight face.
"Well," Mrs. Min clasps her hands together, her clashing palms emitting a dull sound, "on that note, I'd say it's time for dinner."
Taking your seat next to your boyfriend at the impeccably set table, a wide array of side dishes and steaming hot meals awaiting you, you patiently wait for Yoongi's father as the head of the family to dive in first.
"I meant to ask," Mrs. Min starts the conversation, "how did you two meet?"
You and Yoongi take a quick glance at each other. None of you ever thought about what to tell either of your parents about how you met which was a stupid move considering the current situation you're finding yourselves in at the very moment. One thing is for sure though – no one needs to hear about how you ended up making out at Yoongi's birthday party his company threw for him.
"Hoseok." Yoongi blurts out after a long pause. "She's been a longtime friend of Hoseok's."
That part is true at least. Jung Hoseok, your close friend from childhood years, and whom you now lovingly call Yoongi's work husband as well. They're both gifted record producers who happened to become the best of friends through their love for music.
"Ah, Hoseok. He's a nice, young man – and so handsome, too." His mother smiles fondly. "He also talks to his mother regularly from what I've heard." Her eyes shift towards her son.
"So do I." Yoongi grumbles, his mouth full of rice.
"Once a month doesn't count as regularly." Contrary to her words, she makes quick work of filling up her son's not even half-empty bowl with more rice. The gesture makes you smile.
She does the same with her other son and her husband before picking up the conversation again. "Say, _____, you didn't have any interest in Hoseok?"
You almost choke on the chunk of meat in your mouth. "No, we're just friends."
"Even when he's so kind and good-looking?"
"And I'm not?" you hear your boyfriend complain.
A nervous chuckle leaves your lips, unsure about how to form your answer. Yes, Hoseok has been your best friend for almost your entire life, but you can't deny that you've thought about him in a certain way before – and you know for sure that he's had similar thoughts as well. Who doesn't know any of this however is your boyfriend, and you're not planning on reaching new heights of discomfort. Especially if it involves your current boyfriend, your male best friend who he believes to have never been more than that, and an awkward conversation in private later on to clear the air.
You can tell you've been thinking about it for far too long as everyone's staring at you expectantly, so you clear your throat once or twice, setting down your chopsticks on your plate. "He's more like a brother to me. We were next-door neighbors as children."
"Ah, really?" Mrs. Min looks somewhat deflated. "What a shame. You also would make a cute couple."
"I'm right here, Mom." Yoongi sips on his water, a disgruntled look on his face.
You might be imagining it, but you swear you can sense his piercing glare on you for a split second. Maybe you do need a heart-to-heart talk after all.
"I have to say," Yoongi's mother continues as she fills up your cup with more water, "I'm beyond glad he finally found someone else to spend time with. As nice as Hoseok is, we were almost suspicious of how often you were together."
"Mom!" Your boyfriend whines, his head dropping down into a facepalm. "Just say you wish Hoseok was your son."
"Don't forget about your first-born," Geumjae chimes in from the sidelines.
From this point onward it's just pure chaos, the boys boasting about why they're the perfect son, trying to one-up another while Mrs. Min reassures them that they're both special in their own way.
"Family, huh?"
You avert your eyes from the scene, facing Mr. Min as he sets down a shot glass in front of you, pouring you a generous amount of soju before doing the same to his own.
"Welcome." He raises his glass to you with a nod before tipping it back, and you can't help but smile at the situation, following his lead.
Stuffed with the most delicious meal you've had in a long time, everyone makes their way back into the living room with the exception of Yoongi and Geumjae who have been elected to cleaning duty by their mother – much to the older brother's demise since he already spent half of the day helping his mother in the kitchen.
With a thud, you let yourself collapse onto the couch, lingering in the sensation of almost bursting when you feel the cushion beside you dip.
"_____, come take a look at this with me."
Mrs. Min looks at you expectantly, a dark brown, medium-sized, leathered book in hand.
You straighten up from your awkward – and more than graceless – position to peer over at what reveals itself to be a photobook.
"I'm assuming you haven't seen any pictures of Yoongi when he was younger yet?"
You shake your head no.
Slowly skimming through the pages, from the early days as a newlywed couple to the moment the small family first grew into a trio, Yoongi's mother comments on whatever pictures turn up. You listen to all of her stories intently, smiling at with how much adoration but also humor she talks about her memories.
"I'm sorry, I must be boring you."
"Oh, no no." You frantically shake your head. "Please, go on."
Mrs. Min sends you a warm smile. "You'll enjoy the next one."
She turns the page, and with that you can practically feel your heart melt like an ice cube in the sun.
There he is, without a doubt – your Yoongi, baby Yoongi in a white, fluffy chair, white baseball cap with a red visor and embroidery sitting atop his tiny head in a crooked manner, little baby arms and legs angled towards him, the fullness of his chubby cheeks resembling that of freshly baked bread.
To his right, you can see Geumjae in similar attire, leaning forward onto the armrest of the chair, looking at his baby brother with a huge grin on his face. The black, starry backdrop of the scene lets you know this was taken at a professional photography studio.
You're in such awe you let out a loud gasp, hands clasping in front of your mouth. "He's so cute."
"Isn't he?" His mother cracks a faint smile before her expression falls again. "They grow up so fast." She sets down the photobook on the coffee table before turning to look at you, gently grasping both of your hands in hers which takes you by surprise. "_____." Her expression is stern but warm at the same time. "Thank you for taking such good care of our Yoongi."
You give her an affirmative nod, not quite sure how to respond. "It’s nothing. He takes just as good care of me. You raised him to be the perfect gentleman."
At that, Mrs. Min's smile returns. "I can tell he loves you very dearly, and I'm happy you're part of our family now."
Wow. You weren't expecting things to go this well.
"You see, he's never brought a girl home for us to meet, so we were somewhat worried, to be honest. Well, my husband doesn't care all that much, but I've been waiting, and you know – I won't become any younger."
A huge question mark pops up in your head. What does she mean by that?
"I'm glad he's finally found you, and I hope you spend many happy years together – as a couple and eventually as a family."
Oh. That's what she was insinuating.
It's only been nine months. You haven't thought that far ahead. Was this normal? You can't really tell. Most of your relationships didn't last that long, and from what Yoongi told you neither did his. The two of you made out in a photobooth approximately one hour after meeting, for God's sake. Commitment was neither of your strong suit.
But taking a moment to recall the past, you're sure you've never felt that strongly about someone before until you met Yoongi. The way he cares for you when you're hurting, makes you laugh with his silly jokes, holds you like you're his entire world – his love for you is pure, and so is yours in return.
You can't help but crack a smile at the thought. "Yeah, I can't wait to see what the future holds for us."
At the same time, a familiar figure enters the living room. "Mom! Why would you show this to her?" Yoongi whines, his grimace addressed towards the picture of baby him in plain sight.
His mother turns around to face him. "I needed to show my future daughter-in-law what a cute, little boy you were."
"F-future daughter-in-law?" Your boyfriend stutters, frozen mid-action as he was going to join you on the couch.
"Yes!" She lets go of your hands, pulling her son onto the space next to you. "My grandchildren are gonna be the most beautiful children in the world."
You can practically sense Yoongi's heartbeat through the spot where your shoulders are pressed together. "Mom, please–"
Mrs. Min interrupts him. "It's true! I don't expect any grandchildren from your brother anytime soon, so please don't crush my dreams."
"I heard that!" Geumjae's voice sounds in the distance.
"Alright." Clapping once, his mother rises up from her seat. "We'll do presents now, and then it's bedtime soon. Everybody gather."
You and Yoongi follow suit when she turns to the two of you once more, the volume of her voice dropping down to a whisper. "By bedtime I mean actual bedtime. No funny business – not in this house. Not until you're married."
"Mom!"
This is a good moment to be swallowed whole by the earth.
"What a day." Yoongi plops down on the bed with a sigh, face-first into the light blue sheets. He releases his grip on the new pair of headphones that his family gifted to him, letting the device rest beside him.
"You can say that again." Putting the plethora of presents you received on the dresser near the door, you let your tired body slump down next to Yoongi's. With half-shut eyes, you muster the surroundings of what used to be his room. Most traces of his childhood are kept away in boxes except for the occasional posters of rappers from the last two decades.
Your boyfriend wriggles around to face you, reaching for your hand. "Sorry if things got awkward."
A tiny chuckle leaves your lips. "It's fine. I didn't mind, really. They're all lovely – and so welcoming. I felt right at home."
The corners of his mouth turn upwards at your words.
"Can't believe I was freaking out about it so much this entire time."
His head tilts a little bit to the side, burying his blonde locks further into the soft sheets. "What did you expect?"
You let out another chuckle with a shrug of your shoulders. "I dunno? Maybe questions about reoccurring health issues in my family line? Something like that."
A hearty laugh resonates from him. "Yeah, I can actually see that. But things went well, didn't they?"
"Yeah," you agree with a small nod, averting your eyes from his. "More than well. Sorry I was so nervous about it."
"Hey, it's fine." He pulls your hand closer to his chest, rubbing the palm of it with his thumb. "Honestly, I wasn't sure what to expect either. You're the first girl I brought home ever, but not once did I doubt they would fall in love with you – and I was right."
You listen to him intently, hanging at each and every single syllable of his, your concerns blown away like dust in the wind. The way his soothing voice and comforting words always make you feel a million times better in an instant – you're certain you've never loved someone more than this man.
"So uhm," he starts again after a long pause, "can we talk about something?"
Suddenly, your heart stops a beat. Why does he sound so serious out of nowhere? What does he need to talk about? Is this about the conversation during dinner? "S-sure," you stammer, shaking to the core.
"When you said that you can't wait to see what the future holds for us..." he trails but stops immediately at the sight of you. "Y-you okay?"
You blink up at him in confusion. "This is what you wanna talk about?"
"Y-yeah?" He looks back at you equally perplexed. "What else would I wanna talk about?"
It takes you a moment to respond as you collect your thoughts, thinking of the best way to go about this – if there's a best way to go about this at all. "Uhm so," you hesitate, "when we were at the dinner table, and your mom asked me about Hoseok–"
"Oh, that!" he exclaims, "I think I know where this is going."
You can almost feel your eyes bulging out of your head. "Y-you do?"
"Yeah." He graces you with a cheeky grin. "And I'm gonna stop you right here. I already know about your little childhood crushes on each other."
"Y-you do?" you repeat, sounding like a broken record.
"Yeah." His expression becomes more relaxed. "And to relieve your conscience – I couldn't care less about it. It was so long ago, and you guys have been friends for the longest time. Of course you're gonna wonder at some point." He pauses, eyes looking into yours with a hint of mischief. "And last I checked, I'm the one you were all over at the end, so I'm really not bothered."
An outraged gasp escapes you before you punch him playfully on the chest, a similarly playful smirk on your face. "You kissed me first!"
"Anyway," he catches your first in his much bigger hand before you can throw more punches, "besides the point. Not what I wanna talk about." He releases your hand from his grip, clearing his throat once. "So, you said you couldn't wait to see what the future holds for us–"
"Right." You lick your lips tentatively. "You heard that?"
He nods gingerly.
"Hm..." Nervously, you look around the room for a spot to focus on. "There isn't much to interpret. Just that if we did end up being together for a long time, I wouldn't mind us going in that direction."
"You mean..." he trails, hesitation clear in his voice. "Getting married? Having kids?"
"...Yes."
Silence fills the room.
"Sorry. Does that weird you out?" You pull yourself up into a sitting position, hiding your hands under your folded legs.
The space in between his brows furrows. "N-no, not at all. Please don't think that." He mirrors your position though he ends up leaning forward, taking your hands into his. "Just kinda surprised to hear that. I mean..." he stalls again, one of his hands coming up to scratch the back of his head. "We've been together for just a little over nine months. It's still early stages – we don‘t even live together yet! I wasn't imagining you thinking of me that way already – or ever."
Now it's your turn to comfort him. Your boyfriend isn't one to show much when something's on his mind, but when he does, your heart always breaks into a million tiny, little pieces. "W-what? Why wouldn't I?" You shuffle closer to him, faces inches away from each other. "Yoongi, you're great! I'm the luckiest girl in the world to be with you." You take a deep breath to calm yourself down from your emotional high. "You're understanding, caring, hard-working – not to mention how funny, smart, and handsome you are. What more could I wish for?"
At your words, his signature gummy smile appears before he leans in for a long kiss. "I love you so, so much. You know that?"
Your face lightens up at that. "I love you, too."
He draws you in once more before turning you on your back again, carefully rolling on top of you, kisses turning more feverish.
You lose yourself in the moment until you realize your whereabouts, gently pushing him away. "Hey, you heard your mom earlier," you remind him. "I wouldn't wanna start something in the house you grew up in with your parents and brother a few doors down the hallway–" your eyes shift to the side, "–let alone with the entirety of Epik High staring back at me."
Yoongi cranes his head to the spot on the wall. A deep chuckle erupts in his chest as his face drops into the crook of your neck. "Alright, you win this time." He rolls off of you with one last kiss, pulling you close with your head resting on his chest. "So, next year we're gonna see your parents?"
"I really hope so."
"Cool." His fingers start tracing small circles on your back. "Now, about you and Hoseok–"
"Oh my God, stop."
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