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yelenasdiary · 6 months

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For Flufftober 🤭

It's Kate's and Readers first Halloween together as a couple. The two spend the whole day at home handing out candy for the trick or treaters. Kate is the one who is handing out the candy while Reader bakes some cookies and other stuff for the Avengers Halloween party that they're going to at night. The two dress up in a couples costume (you can pick whichever one you want) before they head to the avengers compound.

-🌊 (I know it's not much but this is all I got 🙈)

Trick or Treat

Pairing: Kate Bishop x GN! Reader

Summary: You and Kate spend your first Halloween together.

Warnings: Smut implied? But other than that, none | 1.7K

AC: I hope you enjoy this! Thank you for requesting it, it was so fun to write! x

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Halloween, a spooky day for all small and tall. Kate, your girlfriend, had spent the night at your small townhouse home and of course she had brought Lucky. Kate turned your house into a nicely decorated house that screamed your name all over it into something that Claire from Modern Family would most definitely approve of. It was your first Halloween together and she had invited you to join her at the Avenger's compound later tonight for a Halloween party that Wanda and Nat had planned out, mostly Wanda of course.

Kate secretly loved that you lived in a family orientated neighborhood, given that her apartment was on top of a pizzeria, she doesn't get any excited children knocking on her door trick or treating. A large pumpkin shaped plastic bowl sat on the dresser by the front door, overflowing with candy and treat sized chocolate bars for Kate to hand out while you baked some Halloween themed cookies and cupcakes for the party later on.

"Look at you Lucky!" you smiled widely as he sat at your feet, tail wagging while wearing a horse saddle costume finished with a fake wig, Kate entered the kitchen in a red wig with a single plait hanging off her shoulder topped with a red cowgirl hat.

"Yodel-ay-hee-hoo!" Kate says with a put-on country accent while swirling a lasso, "You found Woody! Good job Bullseye!" she added. You couldn't help but chuckle at how adorable the cowgirl was, "I bet you've been waiting all month to say that" you replied.

"You bet ya!" Kate placed her lasso on the countertop and gently pulled you in for a kiss. Since Kate went a teeny bit overload with the Halloween decorations, she suggested that you, Lucky and her dress up a little more child friendly when she noticed just how many younger children lived in your neighborhood and who doesn't love Toy Story right?

With Lucky dressed as Bullseye, you as Woody and Kate as Jessie, it was almost criminal not to get as many photos together as possible. Kate didn't only have a great eye when it came to her archery but also when it came to her photography. She set up her digital camera in front of a blue back drop and set the timer for 10 seconds. The three of you posed for a few photos before Kate heard the doorbell ring, her first trick or treater for the day!

"Twick or Tweet!" A small child no older than 4 smiled with his candy bag open wide, he was dressed as Miguel from Disney's Coco. "Happy Halloween little dude!!" Kate smiled as she kindly put 3 pieces of candy into his little bag. "Thank you!" He waved before he turned to walk back towards his parents who waited protectively at the end of the walkway, they smiled at Kate before she closed the door.

"Looks like you've got the door covered, I'll get a start on the cookies" you gave Kate a little tilt of your cowboy hat before making your way to the kitchen.

Every few minutes the doorbell would ring through the house and Kate would answer it with Lucky sitting beside her feet. The kids said the iconic line before they noticed that Lucky was also dressed up, he got plenty of pats and Kate even showed them a trick that she had taught him recently. Lucky would carefully pick up 2 pieces of candy from the bowl and place it in the kids candy stash.

"Bishop! Get your fingers away from the icing mixture!" you scolded as you took the try of freshly baked gooey chocolate chip cookies, placing the on the countertop for cooling before putting a second tray into the oven.

"I didn't even do anything!" Kate lied, licking the tip of her index finger. You turned and shook your head at her, "you can help decorate them when their ready and after, you can eat the left-over icing" you offered before you made a start on making cupcake mixture.

Kate was just about to distract you by wrapping her arms around you from behind when the doorbell rang again, and she was out of the kitchen faster than you could blink. It wasn't long before she was back, hovering around you waiting for a spare moment to capture your lips in a kiss.

Once the cupcake mixture was made, you began to pour some into the cupcake cups. Kate grabbed a teaspoon as you did so and scraped some mixture out of the bowl before quickly dabbing some of it on the tip of your nose. She chuckled proudly before leaving the spoon clean of mixture while you shook your head playfully at her and placed the bowl on the countertop, "come here" you looked up at her. You dipped your finger into the mixture and waited for Kate to come closer before you wiped it on her left cheek.

"Don't waste it!!" Kate joked as she dipped her finger into the mix and wiped a strip of mixture from your forehead, over your nose and to your lips. "Says you!" you raised a brow only to be shushed by Kate kissing you deeply, "well" you smiled against her lips, "I guess if you do that again it'll make up for it" you added.

Kate didn't hesitate to kiss you once more, the taste of red valet cupcake mixture on her lips reminded you of the slight mess that she had just made on your face. Another ring of the doorbell broke your kiss but seeing the excitement on Kate's face every time the doorbell rang was enough to keep you from giving her a pout.

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"Baby, we're gonna be late!" you call out as you look at the time on your phone. The cookies and cupcakes were decorated and ready to take over to the compound in Tupperware. Kate and you had changed costumes, Kate called this one Murders Ken & Barbie. "I'm ready!" Kate walked out of your bedroom in a black suit with a pink undershirt paired with some black shoes, her hair tied back with some loose strands rounding her face, fake blood markings on her face and neck added to the murder look.

"Babe, you're drooling" Kate chuckled as you were stunned at how great your girlfriend looked. You wore Barbie's iconic pink and white gingham dress with a couple of steams of fake blood to add to the effect. "I'm sorry, but god damn it!" you replied. Kate pulled you closer to her, "Thank you Barbie, you look rather dashing yourself!" she spoke, softly smiling at you.

"Do we really have to do to this party?" you asked, your mind racing with other ideas. Kate caught on quickly to your train of thought and lightly bit her bottom lip, "and miss this chance to show you off? I don't think so" she replied before kissing you softly, "besides, you've got all night to get me out of this suit" she added with a wink.

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wonfilms · 14 days

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genre: fluff | word count: 0.9k,

warnings: n/a | a/n: i love him , i love him, i love him, sm hee brainrot recently i can't cope i have 3 drafts for this man

lee heeseung doesn't get jealous. no not at all.. this feeling was nothing right..? it's not at all like he wants to punch that sly, annoying-as-hell friend of jake's in the face for gawking at you oh no.. not at all.. he knew you'd laugh if you found out he was seriously pissed off over some guy.

but he could sense it in the way that guy kept smiling at you.. pretending to listen while his hungry eyes scanned your body, and hell his name even sounded wrong coming from your lips as you introduced the two of them.. "takei"... you said it so nicely and yet when you said the word it felt like it was laced with poison. it made his heart squeeze with anger.

heeseung knew better than to be jealous of takei, hell he trusted you with his own life but he wasn't jealous! okay.. that was a massive lie, he had to admit maybe he was a teeny bit jealous.. maybe he just didn't wanna see takei drooling over his girl.

he strode over nonchalently while you were in conversation with the guy, placing a gently hand against your waist as takei eyed the two of you up and down... he watched how his eyes flashed lightly with annoyance as heeseung placed a comforting little kiss against your temple, he smirked as you introduced him to takei. "this is my boyfriend heeseung! he's one of jake's friends" you smile so prettily up at him, heeseung wants to scream into a pillow and giggle. he wants to giggle when you look at him.

when he was talking to niki about this earlier, (when he was watching warily from the other side of the room..), and niki had said "you're down horrendous", he was right it seems.

heeseung corrects you slyly, eyeing takei. "jake's best friend actually", you can feel a laugh bubble in your body at his slight cockiness, he was seriously getting worked up.. huh?

it was adorable.

his cheeks were red as he fought to keep his composure, it almost felt kind of cruel to keep him like this, so you turned to takei, telling him to have a good rest of the night, and heeseung's whole face lit up.

you snickered slightly, after takei had begrudgingly left, squeezing your boyfriend's waist teasingly as he wrapped a strong arm around you. "so what was that all about hmm baby?"

you can see his blush creeping back, as i coughed to hide it, rolling his eyes. "nothing what'd you mean?" he said adamantly. "not jealous or anything?" you whispered lightly as he walked you back to your friends.

he scoffs.

"me? jealous? oh please, doll" he's hesitant to meet your eyes, like he always did when he was lying blatantly through his teeth. "mmh sure honey" you smiled, ruffling his hair to which he folds.

"maybe i was a little."

he knew as soon as those words left his mouth that you were going to tease him about this for the rest of his life. so much for the cool guy persona.

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ham-st4r · 10 months

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𝕊𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖 - 𝕃. ℍ𝕖𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕦𝕟𝕘

ᓚᘏᗢ Pairing: heeseung + female reader!

ᓚᘏᗢ Warnings: none.

ᓚᘏᗢ Genre: fluff

ᓚᘏᗢ Summary: heeseung gets jealous of your new kitten.

ᓚᘏᗢ Number of words: 2,6k

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Posting more fluff cause why not road-trip pt.4 coming next week!. (Most likely)

“Baby, come over. I have a surprise for you👀”

You were walking home from school when you got a text from your boyfriend, heeseung.

You smiled as you read his message and replied. “On my way,” his house was literally right next to yours, so it didn’t even take five minutes to get there.

“Come here, little one,” heeseung crouched down and grabbed his little surprise out of its box. “We have to get you all dressed up to meet Mommy” he kissed the little kitten on his nose and set him down on the ground. “You’re so cute,” he smiled while tying a bow around his teeny neck. “All done”

Heeseung’s head snapped in the direction of his front door when he heard you ringing the bell.

He quickly grabbed the kitten and faced his back towards the door so you wouldn’t see him. “Baby, what’s th-“ You stopped mid-sentence when you saw your boyfriend awkwardly standing in the middle of his living room.

“Hi, babe” he turned his head and smiled at you.

“Hi?” You chuckled as you closed his door.

“How was school?” He asked while putting the kitten underneath his sweater so you wouldn’t see him.

“Good, but what are you doing?” You laughed and walked over to him.

“Wait! Don’t come any closer” he was struggling to fit the small cat inside his sweater, especially cause his nails kept getting stuck in the fuzzy material.

He really wasn’t really expecting you to be here so soon, let alone welcome yourself in, and now he was stuck in a little predicament.

You flinched at the sound of his frantic tone. “Okay….” You whispered, getting confused more and more by the second.

Heeseung finally got everything under control and turned around. “Okay,” he took a minute to catch his breath. “So, are you ready for your surprise?” He said while smiling at you brightly.

“I think so” You smiled just as brightly, but you were a bit apprehensive about what he was up to.

“Surprise!” He cheered as he lifted up his sweater revealing the fuzzy little creature under his garment.

You gasped and covered your mouth with your hands as your eyes widened at the sight of the cute little kitten.

You ran towards heeseung and grabbed the kitty from his hands, and the smile on your face never left while you inspected his cute little furry face. “He’s so cute!” You squeal in excitement, petting his head softly. “And soft!”

“I take it you like the surprise” heeseung chuckled and smiled at you playing with your new friend as he put his hands inside his pants pockets.

“I love the surprise. Is he ours? can we keep him?” He smiled at you fondly and nodded his head.

“Of course, baby, I bought him just for you” You had been talking about wanting a kitten for the past couple of months now, so he took it upon himself to finally buy one for you, and he was already feeling like this was his best decision ever when saw how happy you were.

“Yay!” You hugged his little body in your arms and sat down on the carpet with him. You couldn’t help but smile when you saw him taking tiny steps towards you, and your heart melted when he fell over on his side. “I already love you so much!” You kicked your feet excitedly.

Heeseung sat on the couch and watched you two play together. “We still have to go shopping for like literally everything, but I wanted to wait for you so we could go together.”

You smiled briefly at Heeseung before turning your attention back to the kitten. “I wanna name him.”

“Go for it, babe,” heeseung laughed.

“How about jr heeseung or baby hee or tiny lee?” You threw out a bunch of different random names.

He laughed incredulously when he heard all the names you thought of though it was adorable that you wanted to name the kitten after him. Those names weren’t exactly suited for the tiny critter. Besides, you called him all those nicknames already, so they were off-limits. “Try again, babe.”

“Okay…. Then how about Max?” You said while playing with the bow, he had on around his neck.

“It’s cute. I like it,” heeseung agreed on the name.

“So max it is,” you smiled fondly at the kitty.

You spent the rest of the day playing with max, and it was starting to get on heeseung’s nerves. He knew he was being childish, but he couldn’t help but feel salty cause the whole time since you came over, you hadn’t even barely glanced his way. You didn’t kiss him when you came in, no hug. No, I love you, no thank you, no nothing.

Even at the pet store, all he heard was Max, this Max, that Max, Max, Max. He wishes he didn’t even wait for you to go shopping cause if he heard you say max one more time, he thought his ears would bleed.

He was tired of it. Six hours had passed, and you still didn’t pay any attention to him.

He couldn’t believe you’d pick a stupid kitten over your own boyfriend, like who does that?

And if it couldn’t get any worse, you were giving Max his thousandth kiss of the evening, yet he still hadn’t received his yet.

It was preposterous.

To him, anyway.

He couldn’t take it anymore. “Babe, I’m gonna go play some games in my room,” he said to you and got up from the couch.

He sighed and slammed his door in annoyance when you didn’t bother to reply.

Truthfully he didn’t even know why he was acting like this. He was your boyfriend, not Max, so he doesn’t know why he felt jealous. It’s not like the dumb little animal was gonna take you from him, but still, that’s what it felt like.

You had probably kissed Max more times in one day than you had kissed him in your guy's whole three-year relationship. That cat did nothing to deserve all your kisses.

He angrily pressed the on button to his computer and put his headphones on so he wouldn’t have to hear you in the other room squealing about some stupid cat that HE bought for you.

But that’s okay. You could stay in the living room with your precious little Max, and he’d play games and ignore you the same way you were ignoring him and see how you like it.

After the first ten minutes, he was feeling okay, a little annoyed but okay after half hour, the agitation started to kick in, and after the two-hour mark, he was about to lose it cause you weren’t coming to check in on him like you usually did cause you were too occupied with that rat.

But before he could throw his tantrum, you came into his room.

Finally, she’s paying attention to me. He thought. “Hi, baby,” he said excitedly and gave you a warm smile while he took off his headset.

“Hey, could you watch him for a bit while I use the restroom?”

His smile instantly faded, and he had to use every muscle in his body to stop himself from slamming his keyboard against the wall. “Of course, love,” he said in the sweetest tone and fake smiled as he stood up to take Max from your arms.

“Thank you, baby, you’re the best!” You kissed heeseung’s cheek and went to use the restroom.

“You see that? She kissed my cheek, not yours,” he whispered to Max so you wouldn’t hear. “She doesn’t love you the way she loves me, and she’ll never be yours because she’s mine, and I’m hers, got it?” He pointed his finger in Max's face so he could get the point, but the poor little thing just meowed in response, completely clueless as to what was even being said to him. “If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have met her, so you should show me some respect” A few seconds went by, and suddenly he felt a warmth in his lap. He looked down only to see that Max was peeing on him.

He had the right mind to just take it back to the shelter and get a refund cause this rodent wasn’t worth the hundreds of dollars he spent on it, but since he made you happy, he couldn’t do that.

“Hey, was he good while I was gone?” You asked your boyfriend, not knowing the atrocity that had just taken place on your bathroom break.

“Define good” heeseung tried his best to mask his anger, but it was getting harder and harder.

“What do you mean?” You said confusedly.

“He just peed on me!” Heeseung exclaimed, and you were a bit taken back by his sudden outburst, but you couldn’t help but chuckle cause he was cute even when he was angry.

“Sorry baby, I’ll clean him up here. Let me take him to the sink” You walked out of heeseung’s room and shut his door.

“Him?! What about me?! I need to be cleaned, too,” heeseung pouted and went to the bathroom to change his clothes. “Heeseung needs love, too,” he mumbles while putting on a fresh t shirt.

Once you had gotten Max all cleaned up, you came back into the living room to see your boyfriend with a pouty expression and his arms folded.

You felt bad cause it was your fault why the incident happened to begin with, but you knew he’d get over it sooner or later. After all, it was just cat pee. It’s not like it couldn’t be cleaned.

You sat down next to heeseung and patted Max's fur till it was fully dry.

Heeseung scooted further away from you on the couch and rested his cheek in his palm. “Baby, you should have seen it. Max did such a goo-“Heeseung sat up abruptly and left to his room.

You frowned and got up from your spot, taking baby Max with you while you went to heeseung’s room. “Baby are you oka-“ You stopped in your tracks when you saw him lying in bed facing the wall.

He pulled the blanket over his head and ignored you.

You made your way over to his bed and pulled back his blanket. “Baby, what’s the matter?” You crouched down and said to him, but he just turned to the other side, still ignoring you. “Talk to me, hee,” you said worriedly.

Oh, now you wanted to know what was wrong? Eight hours later, and you’re only now just asking what’s wrong.

But his heart was too weak to ignore you for any longer after he heard your worrisome tone.

He turned to face you, and he pouted as he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his head in your lap.

“Baby,” you called him as you stroked his head comfortingly.

“I’m sorry for ignoring you,” his voice came out muffled cause his head was still tucked away in your lap.

“Baby, is everything alright?” You set Max in the middle of the bed and rubbed heeseung’s back lightly.

“Yeah, I’m fine” You cupped his cheeks and made him look up at you. He looked so adorable with his puppy eyes and pouty lips.

“Aww come here, you” You leaned in and pecked his little pout away. “Are you sure you’re doing okay”

he wrapped you up in his arms and pecked you all over your face, nuzzling his head into your neck. “You still love me, right?” You giggled from the little vibrations of his voice tickling your skin.

“What has gotten into you today, baby? Of course, I love you. I love you so much” You kissed his cheeks all over.

When you leaned back, his face was completely red, and he was blushing like crazy with a wide smile on his face. “I love you too,” he whispered shyly and looked down at his lap.

“Wanna tell me what’s wrong?” You pried. You knew he’s been a little off all day, but you thought he might just be tired or something.

“No,” he shook his head back and forth. You gave him a look, and he knew you weren’t going to give in, so he told you. “It’s just you didn’t pay attention to me at all today” he avoided eye contact with you cause now that he said it out loud, it sounded completely ridiculous.

You gasped at the realization, and he was right. You were so caught up with Max that you really hadn’t spent any time with him all day. “Baby, I’m so sorry” You tackled him in a hug and pressed kisses all over his face making him giggle cutely.

“It’s okay as long as you give me more kisses than Max,” he said with a huge grin on his face, and then it all slowly came together. He was jealous of Max cause you spent more time with him today than with your own boyfriend.

“Deal!” By the time you gave him all his kisses, he could barely even breathe, but he wouldn’t have it any other way cause he absolutely adored it when you showered him in your love.

“Ha!” He stuck his tongue out at Max, who was peacefully lying beside you two on his bed.

“Oh my god, baby, you’re so mean. You can’t seriously be jealous of a cat” You rolled your eyes playfully as you lay next to your boyfriend and rest your head on his chest.

“I’m not! I don’t know where you came up with that, but I’m definitely not jealous,” he flat out lied to you.

But he wasn’t going to get off that easily, so you put him to the test. “Okay,” you said innocently and sat up to play with Max some more.

Heeseung pouted immediately when he felt your warmth disappear from his side. He folded his arms in annoyance as his mood soured.

“Who’s the bestest boy ever?” You teased. You knew heeseung loved when you called him that, and you knew you were bound to get a reaction from him.

His ears perked up right away, and he poked your back to get your attention. “Y/n, I thought I was already your bestest boy.”

You stifled a giggle, and you kinda felt bad you didn’t know he’d actually get sad about it, but that was heeseung for you. “You are my bestest boy. I was just playing with you, baby” You pecked his lips sweetly. “But now you must admit that you’re jealous,” you smile teasingly.

“Can you blame me, though? You’re over there smooching on him all day. It’s nearly midnight, and I’m just now getting my smooches. It’s not fair.”

“I suppose you’re right. I’m sorry, baby, I’ll spend all day with you tomorrow, I promise” You laid down next to him and put Max on his chest. “My boys are so handsome,” you squealed.

“I’m sorry too for being jealous. I’m stupid,” he pouted.

“You’re not stupid, baby. I probably would have felt the same way” You rested your head on his chest again. “Okay, maybe not jealous, but I would have missed you.”

“Hey!” he grumbled, and you laughed. “I suppose you do have a right. He is pretty cute,” he said as he stroked Max on the head with his thumb. “I’m sorry to you too, max.”

“What are you apologizing to him for?” You inquired.

“I may or may not have threatened him when you left to the restroom.” He cut his eyes at you, but you both just laughed off his silliness.

Both of you played with Max for the rest of the night until you got sleepy. “Since you ignored me all day, cuddle me to sleep,” heeseung said while turning on his side with his back facing you, not giving you any time to protest, not to say you would have though you loved spooning your big baby.

“Okay, my jealous boy” You kissed the back of his neck and wrapped your arms around him while his were wrapped around Max.

“Baby!” He whined cause you were still teasing him.

“Go to sleep, my sweetheart,” you giggle cause you knew as soon as he fell asleep, you were going to spend more time with Max.

Sorry babe, you thought as you exchanged your goodnights with each other and cuddled him to sleep.

FIN

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harrysmimi · 1 year

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Coffee And Pancakes

Synopsis: One where Harry visits this cafe everyday for this one person he likes (requested)

CW: mentions/slivers chronic pain pls put your mental health first and read with caution if it if something that bothers you. I wrote this because it hit home to me the most combining two requests I got.

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Harry very much liked to visit new cafes in the city everytime. Especially if they served healthy breakfast options.

This Cafe restaurant he goes to particularly caught his special interest, all because of this barista who works there. He saw her the very first day he decided to check out the place, he noticed she was wearing his a crewneck from his old solo merch instantly telling him she was a fan. She also wore a baby green baseball hat to hide the hairnet which he saw every employee wearing. His favourite was her big glasses with dainty frame she wore always.

Since then everytime he visits he liked to watch as she tries not to freak out and take each of his orders, how she stutters even though he orders the same thing everyday he goes there. He liked to talk to her, her name is YN and she works there full-time, he's gotten to know that much about her so far.

But he also remembers her mentioning how Niall once reacted to her video of singing his song on some YouTube channel a few years ago when she was talking about One Direction with her this one very beautiful day. She even suggested he does the same and his fans would love to see that.

Today he was accompanied by his friends and his sister as they were going to catch up after a long time. Gemma has been bugging him to hang out with her so he took out the day for her as his usual schedule consists of going on a walk, after a shower head to the cafe and go straight to studios. He needs to give his family some time too!

Though it made him a teeny bit upset he couldn't talk to YN. But there was always another day, unless she decided to quit her job for some reason. He also really enjoyed his day with his sister and their mum also joined them later.

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It wasn't until the next four days Harry got to see YN again, apparently she wasn't there for work for some reason. It was a friday so he had to wait the weekend but his heart was broke again he didn't find her there on Monday either. He was again disappointed today thinking he wasn't going to see hee there and her friends didn't know when she'd be returning, he didn't ask that because that would be creepy but he over heard a few of her friends talking about her.

Did she quit her job?

He still needed a coffee so he still went the cafe and planned to directly head to studio, call Mitch and Ben early today. Just as he entered the shop he could take a few peaks at the same baby green hat he saw everyday by the coffee machines. Harry's tummy started fluttering with butterflies as he did. He ordered his usual coffe and Pancakes with extra maple syrup.

"Hey you," he heard her voice chirp as she loaded the espresso machine.

"Hey you," he couldn't help the smile which dared to take over his features, "haven't seen you here in a while, how are you?"

"I'm good, I am good," she nodded still getting on with her work, she took out almond milk from the fridge as she poured it into the metal jug and proceeded towards the frother. "How are you? I wasn't in for work for two days, graduated last Friday."

"Oh, congratulations!" he was quite amused by the new information, "what did you major in?"

"In Indian classical music, minored in music history." She seemed very proud of herself though he was quite unsure if it was the degree she was talking about or the pretty design he poured onto the latte she just made, a little swan he could make it out to be.

"Impressive." He commented earning a soft puff of giggle from her. He swore his heart broke into a million pieces then and then watching that smile and giggles of her voice.

"Just a minute." She excused herself and called out the customer who's order was just made, and proceeded to make his coffee.

Harry truly didn't know how to take the conversation ahead. He didn't wanted to ask her what her future plans are with music, it truly had him fascinated because well he's a musician himself!

"Here are your pancakes with extra maple syrup and coffee." YN gave Harry his order, "enjoy!"

"Thank you so much, love." He smiled taking the tray from her as he went to his original spot next to coffee station where she's usually doing her job. He saw she'd drawn a little smily at the end of his name on the cup, something she'd do here and there to show off her doodling skills.

The cafe was silent, there was no ruckus by angry entitled customers as he read his book and indulged his breakfast. It wasn't until a teenage couple walked in and he noticed a bit of banter going on at the cash counter.

"Come on, you drive a fucking tesla, how is one coffee going to affect you?" The young guy said, YN was stood right there with nothing but anger and disappointment on her face.

"I work here, get out Asher." YN sighed, "Ashlyn do you still want your order?"

"Yes, please." The girl nodded and paid for her order.

"I'm going to tell Mumma about." The guy warned her.

"Go on," YN rolled her eyes, "I am not giving you any free coffee, you're old enough go get a fucking job and stop being a fucking brat that you've grown to be!" She turned to the girl, "Ashlyn your order will be ready in five."

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Now it's been almost a month to that situation but it's been on Harry's mind all this time, even though he knows It was none of his business and he's seen her deal with rude customers before but he reckoned the teen was her brother by the conversation.

YN on the other had have had enough from her family, especially her little brother. Being the second oldest of six children she has always been taken for granted. But she carried on with her work that day pushing to take care of later when she's visiting her therapist on the Friday.

Harry was sat in the cafe this morning like usual, eating away his pancakes. Promise, he doesn't eat those everyday, it's only for when his mood strikes!

"Hey Harry!" A voice called from behind catching his attention. It was his friends Kyle who he's known since school.

"Hey," Harry greeted him, "haven't seen you in a long time." They shared their usual bro-hug and sat down.

"Yeah, I've been busy lately with the restaurant we just opened." Kyle said. "Never thought you'd be the kind to go out to get breakfast, how do you like it here so far?"

"Oh, I've been coming here from last month or so." Harry smiled sheepishly not wanting to share the exact reason why he's been going there for that long, "it's quite nice in here, the staff's amazing, so is the food. You should try their muffins."

Kyle chuckled, "this is my mum's cafe, I come by to check in on stuff when she can't." He shared, "and yes the muffins are our speciality here. Grandma's recipe."

"Ah!" He smiled, finding it amusing, "no wonder why it's so good then! Gran Bunny makes the muffins."

Harry felt nostalgic. He'd go over to Kyle's whenever and his grandma would have something or other to force feed him and his friends as kids. He doubts she'd spare any of them even now that they're all grown ups pushing their thirties. Some of Harry and Kyle's would admit to online go over to the boy's house for food which he did not mind, his family loved having people over.

"Have you been to Holmes Chapel lately?" Harry asked, be hasn't been there in a long time either.

"Yeah, I was there last week to see Granny." Kyle shared and they talked, catching up. Harry kept stealing glances at YN as she went about her work as usual catching his attention here and there. "Have you got a crush on her, mate?" Kyle said catching all of Harry's attention at once.

"No," he shook his head, "why'd you say that?"

"You're literally staring at her."

"No I'm not." Harry refused to admit it to his friend who's technically also YN's boss.

"She's a nice girl, a little too young for you I'd say. But you can try asking her out if you wish." Kyle teased his friends sat in front of him, slumped on his chair poking at the last buts of pancake on his plate drenched in maple syrup.

"What do you mean too young?"

"She started working here when she was 15, Granny says, as a cashier but she stuck around its been about good six to seven years since." Kyle shared, "she's got more patience than a turtle and has out lasted many of our older employees here."

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Harry was walking home at around eight-thirty from studio calling it a day for writing. He was frustrated with the writers block he's been trying to get over from past two weeks. Busy on his phone texting his creative director about the new single from his previous album, he bumped into someone.

"Ah!" The person hissed in pain as they stumble back on their feet.

"Oh my god, I am sorry. I wasn't looking—" he stopped seeing it was YN, he looked to his left to see he was just passing the cafe she works at. "Hey, you okay?" He enquired watching her squeeze her hand in pain. He didn't bump into her that hard, did he?

"You want me to help you with something?" He asked, concerned as she was still hissing in agony. It scared him because he didn't know what was happening, was she playing a prank on him? But he saw a sheen in her eyes before sucked in a deep breath. "Did I bump into you that hard? I'm so sorry?" He spoke again, he noticed there was keys in the keyhole of the door, she was closing up.

"Oh no, lemme see." He carefully reached for her hand to see if she's injured severely. But she wasn't.

"I, uhh, no it's okay. I'm fine." She assured him, pulling her hand hand from his.

"You sure?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm sure." She nodded and proceeded to lock up the door. He found it adorably weird how she used her knuckles to turn the keys. "You needed coffee this late?"

"No, no I was on my way back home." He shared, "are you sure I didnt hurt you?"

"No you didn't, you're fine. I'm fine." She rushed.

"You work this late?"

"No, took up extra shifts for this month." She shared.

"Okay." He nodded, stood there awkwardly not knowing what to say. She sighed.

"Okay I'll take your leave now, have a good night, Harry." She smiled. Harry swore his heart was about to burst.

"Uhh, yeah. Good night." He nodded, trying to reciprocate the same smile without coming out as a creep. She started her little penguin-esque walk upto the side walk all bundled up in her oversized hoodie and her coat, it was getting colder. He watched her unlock a Tesla — so that douche bag wasn't wrong about it!— and was about to get in before he rushed upto her. "Hey, YN?"

"Hmm?" She turned to him, her car door between them.

"Are you free tomorrow after work?"

'Oh my god! Okay it's happening!' the inner Michael Scott started screaming inside his mind as he asked the question. But she looked at him confused.

"I don't have worked tomorrow, why?" She said canting her head a side, a smile threatening to tug on the corner of her lips.

"I, ehm, wanted to—" he stuttered feeling his throat go dry in instant, "I wanted to ask if you'd like to grab a coffee or maybe lunch?" He blurt out just before rushing to add, "If, if you wish."

YN swallowed thickly as she looked at him for a moment longer, not believing what was really happening. The guy she spent minority of her childhood and all of her teenage years obsessing over is asking her to grab a coffe with him? Is she dreaming? She contemplated how to answer him, not wanting to break his heart. No one has asked her out since she was in highschool and that too ended horribly to add to her many traumas.

"I... uhh... Harry!" She found it difficult to find words from her vocabulary, "I, I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow in the morning. It might take me whole day."

She's telling the truth okay!

The way his puppy face turned into one of upset made her heart drop to her stomach, she doesn't want to turn him down. "That's okay." He sighed, looking down at his vans toeing at the concrete pavement.

"Harry?"

"Hmm?" He lifted his head up to look at her. Soft, tiredness never left her features, a gentle crease between her brows.

"I'm not turning you down," she said, catching full and more of his attention, "if you'd like we can still go grab dinner or go the next day."

"I, ehm, yeah I'd like that." He nodded, rubbing a nervous finger under his nose, his classic move when he's nervous. "I'll see you tomorrow then?"

"Yeah." She nodded.

"This would sound stupid," he mumbled under his breath before taking a careful step closer to her, but she heard him, "can I get your number so I can text you tomorrow?"

"Sure." She smiled. He's sure he's as red as an apple as he felt heat rush upto his cheeks and find it amusing enough to smile at. He fished out his phone from his back pocket and unlocked it before he handed it to her. She took his phone with her shaky hands as she typed in her number and name. Was it that cold? She didn't seemed nervous. Maybe it's just the minor adrenaline rush keeping him warm to even notice, it's nearing October. He even sent her a smiley made of colon and end parenthesis so she knows it's him.

"Shouldn't hold you back longer it's getting late." He said taking his phone from her and checking her new contact in his phone to make sure he doesn't text the wrong number later.

"Mhmm. See you." She said with a petite wave tickling at her finger tips. He waved back and waited for her safely get in her car and drive off before he headed back home himself.

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Harry couldn't bother to go to the cafe today, he made coffee at home today. It was pretty shitty but it was going to work and keep caffeinated him enough for the day at the studio. He felt very motivated to write today!

Though he kept picking up his phone and resting it face down back again throughout his studio session. He wanted to text YN and ask how's her doctor's visit going but that would make him appear as though he's been an obsessed creep of some sort, wouldn't it? He just can't get her off his mind there. He hoped she's doing fine even though he doesn't know her that well yet.

He felt anxious to text her but he told her he was going to. Excusing himself Harry picked up his phone and headed out for a moment. Finally clicking over her contact he saw she'd saved it with her name, plain and simple, he took that extra second to add a little sparkle emoji next to her name before he started drafting her a message. There was around quarter left for six.

- Hey you,

- how's your doctor's appointment going?

He cringed at his question. Three dots appeared on his screen indicating that she's writing a response back.

YN ✨

- Hey you,

- I'm so bored sitting here !!! 😩

- how is your day going?

He chuckled at her choice of emoji at the end of her complain.

- been in studio since morning, so I'd say I'm having an amazing day.

YN ✨

- I am soooo jealous!

- hey, it's my turn now I'll text you in a bit.

He took in a long breathe of relief that it's going to be over for her and he can take her out later. He stuffed his phone back in his pocket.

"Lads, I think we should wrap up for the day." Harry announced reentering the studio room.

"I'm staying to work on this tonight." Ben said, lifting his head up from the computer to look at him.

"Have you been seeing someone?" Sarah pointed out. She has been accompanying their writings sessions lately with Mitch. "You arrive at the studio late, you leave early. What is going on?" Even Mitch shot him his own suspicious glare from where he was sat next to Ben.

Having been put up in a spot Harry froze on his spot for a moment. He wants to keep this to himself if anything further happens for a little while, "no, I'm just hungry. I'm making pasta today, do you guys want to join?"

"Nah, I'll pass this time." Mitch waved him off before getting back to jis work with Ben. He used his cooking as excuse because no one likes when he cooks. He's agree he sucks at it, especially when it comes to pasta dishes.

"I'll see you guys tomorrow." Harry said after he'd gathered his stuff, "Sarah, bring your baby tomorrow."

"Aye!" She gave him a salute as he walked out.

Harry drove back home and hopped in shower taking his time to clean up as he's gone straight to studio after his intense run after Mitch called him up to play him a new tune. Just when he was out of shower he recieved a text from YN.

YN✨

- it's finally over! 😭

- oh, I hope you don't mind me. I've been complaining since you texted me

He chuckled. Of course he doesn't mind her complains over text. He could listen to her all day, everyday if she lets him.

- it's fine love.

- do you still want to grab dinner?

Honestly, he felt more comfortable now asking her questions. And he's really looking forward to this.

- yeah, I'll be home in thirty.

He smiled checking the time. It was half past six. He typed his message leaving her enough to get home and get ready if she wishes.

- I'll come and pick you up at 8?

- is that alright?

Harry felt so stupidly smitten that everytime those three little dots appeared on his screen his heart never fails to almost jump out of his mouth. Her message came in along with her little address.

- yeah, that gives me enough time.

He threw his phone back on his bed as he walked into his closet pushing him into the biggest turmoil of the day; what is he going to wear?!

At the end he settles on a pair if regular fit jeans and his yellowish cream Bode shirt with a tank top underneath to keep him warm. He pulled out a jacket to go with it as it's already freezing cold outside as it's nearing October end. He made sure there was no dust and dirt on the piece of clothing which has been sitting in his closet for almost a year now. He left the house making sure everything is in it's place and all the windows and doors are locked.

YN on the other hand was panicking. For starters, she was stuck in traffic on her way back home, her water heater started acting up when she went to take a shower after sitting in a hospital for entire day. Plus her chronic pain did nothing but added to one and half hour she had to get ready.

It was nearing winter which meant her arthritis was going to flare up, that meant more frequent visits to her doctor and physiotherapist. October has been truly a spooky season for her from past ten year now. She was just eleven when she had a life changing diagnosis, which her parents never bothered to look at for the longest blaming it on her introvert-ness. But now she's been living alone since she moved for college, life has been more easier on her.

Living alone came with it's own perks. No one bothered her. No one told her what she can and can not do. Living alone meant more savings, especially after she found herself lucky that her grandfather left her tuition fees in his will. She was able to buy herself a flat, it's been just a year she moved into her own home, no longer having to live with creepy roommates or crappy flats. Her brother has been very jealous of her recent purchase of her Tesla, but that was a different story. No one believed her working at a cafe got her all these things, she could careless.

Just as she was starting to put on her make-up to look tad bit presentable with her tired face with massive dark circles. She got a text from Harry saying he's waiting for her. She doesn't quite know if it's a date or he wants to hang out, but she had two options which are, go out with him bare faced or make him wait for ten more minutes.

God she hates being late!

Harry had to wait all for five minutes before he got a text from YN.

YN✨

- omg I'm so sorry!

- I need five more minutes plsss

- you can come up.

- pls

- it's very cold outside!

- I feel so badddd

He laughed at her frantic texting. He recieved a number of her flat with another row of apologies and asking him to upstairs as it's very cold outside. He took up her offer after contemplating. He took the lift up to her floor and walked down the corridor finding hers. Her door was right at the very end of the hallway. It was very calm and quiet.

Taking a deep breath he tapped on her door with his knuckles not opting to ring the bell. Still hoping he was at the right door, he was proven right when her door swung open.

"Hey you," he smiled.

"Hey, please come in." She stepped aside. "I just need five more minutes. I promise I'm not like this!"

"Hey it's okay, I'll wait for you." He chuckled. She brought him a glass of water.

"Please take a seat." She gestured at the yellow sofa in her living room, "five minutes." With that she walked into her bathroom.

YN house screamed that jt was her. Though she was still adding a few touches here and there. But what caught Harry's eye apart from bright yellow sofa with two coffee brown love seats in the living room was her little dining table for two which had an aquarium on it pushed towards the wall. He never thought she'd had a pet, let alone a fish. He pulled himself a chair as he admired the beta fish living a good life in it. He saw a little yellow sticky note with a messy writing on it which said 'His Royal Highness, King McFish the first'.

He didn't realised he let out an audible laugh reading that until his own voice rang through his ears.

"Don't laugh." He heard YN call from her bathroom, probably getting ready. She walked out all ready. "I didn't name him that."

"Who did?"

"It's my neighbours daughter, I baby sit her some times." YN shared walking to her balcony and shutting the door closed. "She named him that because she was eating McDonald's that day."

"He's a royal then, isn't he?" Harry chuckled hearing the back story still watching him swim around. And he doesn't blame the little girl, the fish was really looked royal. Black fins with a yellow body, truly calming and easy on eyes to watch it swim around.

He finally looked at YN, she was ready. Dressed in a pair of brown panta, a white over sized turtle neck sweater which looked handmade. He was blown away seeing her hair which would usually be covered by a hair net at work. She'd decided to braid her long hair leaving it draped up front over her rught shoulder, her curtain bangs styled perfectly. He noticed she had even put on just a tad bit of makeup.

"I like your jumper." He commented watching walk upto the table.

"Oh!" She sounded, looking down at her jumper running smoothing sweater paw over the front, "thank you. I made it."

"I thought so." He smirked proud of his little judgement. "Are we ready to go?"

"Uh-huh," she nodded, grabbed her coat hanging on the vacant chair, slipped her phone and a chapstick into a pocket. All the while Harry waited patiently for her as she slipped on her shoes before they headed out. Like a gentleman he is, he got the door for her. He was quite liking her taking her time, it only meant he got more time himself to spend with her that way. Though he was infatuated by her pet fish for a moment there.

"Are you sure I didn't hurt you last night?" He enquired as he drove them to his favorites Italian diner, watching her squeeze her hands. Maybe he was reaching and she was just nervous.

"No, you didn't." She turned to look at him wanting to say something further but shut her mouth.

She didn't wanted to tell him her medical history there. It wasn't his fault that her body turns more fragile during colder months, it was a tiny accident. And that was her nervous tick. She's going out on dinner with Harry after all!

This was her first date (if it was because he didn't specify it when he asked her) after that shitty prom date she had, when her girlfriend ditched her last minute to go with the football team captain instead. She wasn't all that heartbroken because they were dating merely two months before. YN had best time regardless with her two best friends.

"Is this a date?" She wondered.

"Of course it is. Do you still want it to be?" Harry spoke taking her by complete surprise.

"Did I said that out loud?" YN gasped covering her mouth in disbelief. She knew it she is going to fuck it up!

"I can read minds." He shrugged glancing at her occasionally as he drove, "you were thinking way too loud."

YN just shook her head sheepishly, feeling her cheeks heat up and heart basically jumping in her ears. Harry had a good laugh teasing her there.

God, he looks even prettier in person!

She couldn't believe she's going on a date. Let alone with Harry. This was something she was sure she would be telling her grandkids in future for sure.

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Harry pulled a chair for YN before he took a seat himself. They were immediately greeted by the waiter with a menu card. She noticed it had all kinds of beverages on it, especially majority of alcoholic ones. It was a bummer she doesn't drink as alcohol clashes with her medications. She can't even drink more than half a cup of coffee a day because of that.

"Have you decided?" Harry asked.

"I, uh, I don't drink so I'll stick to water." She shared.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't ask." Harry said.

"It's okay, you didn't know."

They were handed the menu card with starters and main course. She didn't know if they were going for both so she picked both not wanting to embarrass herself more in front of Harry. She used up the rest of her time to gather her courage to talk to the waiter.

Don't get her wrong, she works in the same field but she doesn't like to go out to eat for this exact reason. It gives her major anxiety and thanks to her mither who'd forced her to take French and Italian in school that she knew how to pronounce these dishes.

"Are we ready with your order for starters, ma'am?" The waiter asked her first out of both of them, great!

She glanced at Harry once before looking down at her menu picking first thing she saw in front of her having long forgotten what she actually picked, "I'll have, uh, a Caprese Salad, please."

Now when has be eaten a salad in her whole life?

Sure her friend Alex made her and their other friend Brielle the same salad, and she picked only the cheese in it. This was going to be way more embarrassing. Harry ordered some type of soup.

"How did your doctor's appointment go, everything alright?" Harry enquired.

"Mhmm," she nodded, "just a routine check up. I, ehm, have arthritis so I tend to get more... I don't know to put this— sick... during colder months." She finally shared.

Harry felt even more bad now, he definitely did not bump into her that hard but she's already in pain, even that small bump causes her to wince in complete agony, no wonder why her hands were shaky last night. It took him long to put two and two together then and there.

"I'm sorry, love, did it hurt bad?" He felt guilt build up in his gut.

"No, Harry," she rushed, "I told you it's okay. You didn't know." She cooed, reaching for his hand over the table.

"You sure?"

"Yes, I am sure!" She assured him.

"Okay." He nodded.

"You're writing new music you said?" She asked, curious.

"Mhmm." He nodded, "quite a hassle actually. Been going through a massive creative block."

"Awh!" She cooed again.

"Enough about me, you tell me now, what made you get a degree in Music?" He asked.

"Who doesn't love music?" She shrugged, "I certainly do."

"Yeah?" He chuckled at her adorably enthusiasm.

"My grand dad was a teacher, he taught Indian classical music his whole life." She shared, "him and I were very close so I picked up from his hobby and passion."

"That's sweet." He commented, "do you sing?"

"Meh, you can say that I sound more like a dying horse. I'm more into just the art of it, that's why I took the music history too."

"Huh, interesting." He canted his head to aside as he said so, "tell me more about it."

The entire Harry urged her to talk about what she liked and she did with that much enthusiasm. Harry later went with simple Alfredo pasta and YN with some Gnocchi, they even ended up switching. The fight to split the bill was won by Harry as he asked her out, so it was all on him.

"Do you want to get icecream or something warm?" Harry asked as they walked out of the restaurant.

"It's very cold for Icecream." She reminded him.

"Then something warm it is," he opened the door to his car for her, "would you like some hot chocolate, it's a bit late for coffee I reckon?"

"Yeah. But it's on me." She said buckling up her seat belt.

"No, no," he warned her as he drove to the nearest Starbucks as that's the only place which would be open that late. The driveway on the passenger side, as YN ordered for two hot chocolates and paid for it the moment they reached the window. "Hey, you're making me upset!"

"Too bad, too bad my friend." She shrugged stuffing her wallet back in her coat pocket, he just chuckled giving up arguing with her already. He drove to the next window and finally parked in the car park.

Taking in a long breathe, he reflected on his day real quick. Or his evening you can say. He liked his time spent with her like he expected he would. He longed to hear her talk more about literally anything, than hear her calling out people come pick up their orders at the cafe. He wanted to do this again with her. Go out or hang out with her.

"I had a really good time with you, Harry." She shared, leaning back on her seat comfortably.

"Yeah?" He turned his head to look at her, "I did too."

"I know I shouldn't say this, but this doesn't feel real that I went on a date with you!" She shared hesitantly.

"Well, to put you at ease my love, I'm a narcissist so I don't mind that." He chuckled, she scoffed jokingly at his comment. She had much more to say much it can wait for some other time which is not their first date. They sat there in silence, a comfortable one might we add sipping on their hot chocolates.

"Don't make it awkward, say something." She spoke after a while.

"It's not awkward." Harry shrugged. "Is there anything to talk about?" He wondered.

"Not really." She looked at time on her watch, "I've got work tomorrow, I think we should call it a night."

"Mhmm," he sighed sadly, pulling out of the car park, he started driving back to her place.

The drive back to her place was awfully short for his liking. He stopped by her building, and got out with her.

"Thank you for going out with me." He said, "hope we could do this some time again?"

"Yeah," she smiled sheepishly. "We could do that."

"We'll plan that out soon then, yeah?" He carefully reached for her, to his surprise she slipped her hand right in his. Her felt cold against his.

"Mhmm." She nodded, "hug?" Without a word uttered Harry wrapped her in his arms, in a warm embrace making sure to be extra delicate with her. She draped her own around his shoulders. "Text me when you get back, okay?"

"I will." He nodded, with a last gentle squeeze he let her go.

"Good night." She said, gently slipping her hand from him.

"Good night, love." He waved at her as he walked back into her building.

Sighing he got back into his car, drove home with a possible second date.

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one flight away

(heeseung - enhypen)

genre: fluff

description: after not being able to see each other for so long things are finally aligning. though after being told certain news you start to doubt if you guys will ever really get to see each other?

1.3k words

warnings: teeny amount of angst, mainly just fluff, y'all love each other so bad

a/n: hellooo it's been a while, usually I don't write fluff like at all but i got inspired by orange flower to write this LOL but I will be back to my regularly scheduled smut writing as I am going through requests but as always i'm hoping you guys enjoy this and feel free to send any requests!

songs that helped inspire this:

woodz - hope to be like you

enhypen - orange flower (you complete me)

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“Hee?”

you speak into the phone as you anxiously bite on your nails waiting for his response. It’d been a little over a year since you guys had last seen each other in person. With him having a crazy schedule overseas and being a college student yourself, you both essentially had no to time to go see one another.

You guys made sure to text and call one another everyday, being able to hear each other’s voice and see each’s other face but it still wasn’t enough. Not like when he was here in person with you. How you would go on cafe dates and would always share a slice of strawberry cake both your favorite and no matter the amount left he would always make sure to split the last strawberry with you. Seeing the look on your face when you bit into it always made his heart swell.

How you would hold hands walking down the street, fingers interlocking with one another. Making sure he brushes his thumb against your knuckles. Watching as you point out any little thing that catches your attention and feeling embarrassed when you catch him staring at you. Immediately covering your face with your hands when he starts laughing at how red you start getting.

It’d been so long without him, you were basically itching for his return when he told you that he’d finally be returning home in the next few days. You’d been counting down the days trying to distract yourself with school and work so it wouldn’t feel as long and you would come home texting about how excited you we’re to see one another

I miss you so much, I can’t wait to see you - H

Counting down the days until you come home!

Almost there! Just hold on one more day - H

You could almost pass out at the fact that he was almost home. Just one more day and he’d finally be your’s again. You couldn’t fall asleep thinking of how he’d finally be laying down next to you again. Hearing his soft breathing again as he falls into deep sleep making sure to cling onto you anyway he can. Waking up and getting ready for the day all you could think of was one thing, tomorrow is Heeseung Day.

The day couldn’t have passed more unbelievably slower then it did today. From getting scolded at work for not paying attention to completely tuning out your professor during class only one thing was on your mind and that was Heeseung. Today was finally the day, Heeseung had texted you all the details about his flight beforehand and how he’ll be meeting you soon.

Here’s my flight info, soon we’ll finally be together again! <3 - H

Smiling from ear to ear you couldn’t help but feel giddy at the fact that this was actually happening and that he’d finally be here in person and not just through a phone screen. You we’re anxiously sitting on the seat of the airport looking at your phone every few minutes checking his flight's status.

“It should be landing any minute now” you thought to yourself. Anxiously biting at your nails waiting for it say arrived anytime now. Yet you wait another 10 mins, 20 mins, 30 mins before finally you receive a phone call that startles you. You scramble to grab your phone and read the caller ID, Hee <3

Immediately you pick up the phone,

“Hee?” you say anxiously

“It feels like so long since I’ve heard your voice” He laughs into the phone “Oh? What’s wrong your voice sounds off” sounding concerned

“Oh it’s nothing really” as you clear your throat “I’d just been waiting for your flight info to update it caught me off guard to see your name on the caller ID” you rambled into the phone.

“You see that’s what I’m actually calling you about” As Heeseung sighs into the phone

Your breath hitches.

“What are you saying?”

“My flight as actually been delayed and I won’t be home until tomorrow”

Immediately can feel tears start to prickle at your eyes. Why does it seem like no matter how hard both of you want to see each other, you just can’t? All the anticipation building up until this moment just for him to tell you this feels like wound to the heart.

“I see” As you attempt to hold back tears, which was failing.

“Don’t cry baby, we’ll see each first thing tomorrow I promise” Heeseung says trying to soothe you through the phone

“I know, I just can’t help being sad about this situation” you sniffle into the phone “I’d been waiting for you for so long”

“I know baby, but I promise we’ll be together so no more crying okay?” “I’ll call you with any updates, so go home safe now I love you” He says blowing a kiss through the phone

Ending the call, you turn your phone camera on to make sure that you don’t look completely wrecked. Feeling your heart weigh heavy, you take a deep breath in and collect yourself before heading out to the exit. After hearing that his flight got delayed you couldn’t help but feel hurt at the fact that you thought you’d finally be together again.

As you start nearing the exit you feel a buzzing in your pocket. Immediately reaching into your pocket you look to see who the caller ID is and your phone lights up the word, Hee <3. Picking up the phone you wait for him to start speaking.

“Hello? Baby are you there?” He asks into the phone

“Yes I’m here what happened? What’s the update?” You ask puzzled. You didn’t think you’d be getting an update about his situation this quick. You continued walking to the exit waiting for the sliding doors to open and that’s when you saw him.

“The update is that I’m actually here, waiting for you” he chuckles into the phone.

You couldn’t believe it, he was actually here waiting for you. Hanging up the phone, you start running towards him. Adrenaline filling your body, nothing else mattered in this moment except the fact that he was here standing in front of you only a few feet away. You could see the smile growing on his face as you started approaching closer and closer. Sticking his arms out you immeditaely jump into his arms. Closing his arms tight behind you, you could feel his hug turn into a death grip.

Feearing that if he let go you wouldn’t be in his arms anymore. Tears start running down your cheeks as you couldn’t believe that you we’re in his arms after so much time spent apart.

“I’m home” Heeseung laughs tucking hair behind your ear and pulling you in for a kiss. Something you had been yearning for, for so long finally being presented to you in this moment.

Pulling away his smile only grows wider staring at you, taking all of you in as he hadn’t been able to hold you in his arms for so long.

“Mhm sorry I lied to you” Heeseung says sheepishly “But I had the idea of surprising you and I really wanted to see your reaction and how cute you’d look running into my arms….” he mumbles looking to the side avoiding your gaze.

You just grab him by the chin and pull him in for another kiss, both of you smiling into it.

“I’m just glad your finally here” you grin sniffling your tears away. Heeseung coudln’t help but find you so endearing in this moment that he started to pepper kisses around your face. Finally setting you down, he grabs some tissues from his pocket and starts helping you wipe your tears away.

“Cmon, dry those tears” Heeseung hums has he finishes wiping your tears away.

“Gimme your hand” Heeseung says reaching his hand out to meet yours. You grab it immediately interlocking fingers just like before as he reassuringly starts rubbing your knuckles. He couldn’t help but smile knowing he’s finally home with you by his side.

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chimivx · 2 years

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vegas, baby. // myg.

pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Female!Reader ( ot7 at some point )

summary: Dating Yoongi as an Idol used to be easy, and effortless, like pouring you two a glass of wine after one of his shows... However, after the birth of your surprise baby girl, those effortless days have gotten a little harder, you being unable to travel with your daughter. After one lucky doctor's appointment though, things seem to shape up...

words: 6k

warnings: like none, fluff...?, a swear word here or there (not really), does Vegas need its own warning?, Yoongi is overprotective but it's cute, this is heavily unedited, they mention sex vaguely, DAD YOONGI, baby is unnamed ( you get to pick :) )

a/n: hiii, I was very much in love with this one night and it poured out of me, then I fell out of love with it, but I'm proud of it. I feel a fic coming of these two and their prior life, and then completing this one one day... Part 2? Not sure I like where I left this off at, I planned to write more but needed to get this out of my sight for a second, so here it is. :)

*gif not mine, cred to owner*

Five teeny, soft little fingers wrapped around one of yours. Driving peacefully for almost twenty minutes, you were grateful for the quiet ride, yet disappointed your seven month old sweetie didn’t take this opportunity to nap. Instead, your baby girl was lifting her head out of her carseat to peer out the window, enthralled by the Vegas lights that were shining bright as the night grew closer. She sang out an occasional coo when something was particularly interesting. Usually it was just the street lights whizzing by, but this time she shrieked, making you jump where you sat beside her.

“Goodness,” You chuckle, bouncing her hand that was grasping onto your middle finger like it was her job. You were relieved it wasn’t your necklace, or your earrings. Anything shiny and dangling was her favorite thing at the moment, and your poor ears paid the price. At least she’d grown out of her hair ripping phase, you’d totally take broken jewelry over headaches any day.

At this red light she so happily squealed at, you followed her eyes to where she was staring intently and held yourself back from copying her screech.

Vegas was painted fucking purple.

Using your other hand, you pull out your phone and start a video, recording your girl's content expression before panning to the window, taking in everything Vegas had to offer. It was beautiful, and filled you with absolute joy. In just a few minutes you’d be back in your boyfriend's arms, and your girl in her father’s.

“Dada,” You say softly, catching her attention. She turned her chin, giving you a big smile. Always such a calm, happy little girl. Her father thanked you for that, knowing damn well her smiley personality didn’t come from him which you were ready to defend every time. If anyone was the calm, unbothered, unpredictably silly one it was definitely Yoongi.

“De… De…” Your baby stammered, trying to mimic you. You’ve been working on ‘dada’ since Yoongi left two weeks ago, but she still hasn’t been able to pick it up. She was fluent in ‘mama’s’ and the occasionally surprising ‘Kookie’ that sounded more like ‘Koo-hee’, but had come out clear as day one night while you and Yoongi were snuggled up with her in your bed.

Side by side in the center of the bed underneath the fluffy white duvet, Yoongi had your little one on his lap, making faces at her that had her belly laughing like you’d never heard before. It was late, close to midnight. Yoongi had gotten home later than expected from a rehearsal for Vegas with the guys. At seven months your girl was on a schedule, and she was, again, like her father and adored her sleep, however tonight was special. Yoongi was leaving for Vegas in a couple of days, and you’d both be without him for two weeks before you were flown out to see the show, so you didn’t mind keeping her up to soak up as much time with her daddy as she could. Partially, you did it for yourself. You knew that if she was up, he’d stay up, giving you more time as well.

“You are so silly,” Yoongi said, then stuck his tongue out and squeezed his eyes shut, getting her to crack another giggle, “Can’t wait for her to be around the guys again.” He sighs, bouncing her up and down for a second. She ate it up, her big, toothless smile wide as she kept her eyes on him. It goes without saying that she was a daddy’s girl, but he was just as much, if not more, of a sucker for her.

“She gets to see them,” You reassure him, knowing her bond with his friends was important to him, “Kook was here just last night.”

“I mean… all together, all of us. While we’re being… us,” His eyes left his little girl for a second to peer over at his first girl, “She’s never been to a show, this is gonna be huge.” You smile, your heart warming over how much this meant to him. Yoongi’s work was his life, his first love, his everything. For him to start to share that with the tiny family he’s created, the tiny family that he adores more than life, was incredibly important.

“It is huge,” You nod, agreeing with him. You hadn’t been to a show since you could last travel while you were pregnant, and even then it was one of the shows that was pre-filmed, edited, or a performance for television. You missed out when Permission to Dance shows started, having your girl in September when the first live streamed show was about to happen. Funny enough, your girl shares a birthday with Jungkook, who now has bragging rights for life and gets to claim himself as the favorite uncle.

She’s been so small, struggling to keep weight on her though she was born on time about a day after your due date, so both you and Yoongi were apprehensive about traveling with her while she was so young. It was a hard decision that kept you up for nights at a time, shedding some tears together knowing you had to spend time apart during this major shift happening in your lives. Her health was ultimately the most important thing.

There was a small chance that Permission to Dance LA would have happened for you, but your girl's weight was dropping again, so home it was. Close to doctors, close to friends, in a familiar, comfortable environment for her. Seoul was out of the picture, too. That one hurt Yoongi. However, under some miracle, your tiny girl was finally gaining some weight and sliding herself into a healthy percentile and keeping herself there.

You phoned Yoongi the moment you were outside of the doctor's office that day, telling him the good news. The first thing he said being, “You can come to Vegas.” And so you were, both of you.

“I’m excited to watch you perform, I miss that so much,” You say, resting your head on his shoulder gently, knowing it was currently wrapped up. Kissing the top of your head, he sighs, which was funny to your girl making her start to giggle again.

“What has gotten into you!” You laugh with her, taking in how she was sat here admiring her parents with the eyes, you guessed it, she got from her father.

“Tell Mama, my full belly makes me happy, makes me feel good, and makes me a healthy girl,” Yoongi’s voice stole her attention, her smile fading away as she watched him curiously. Minutes prior to now she had guzzled down her entire bottle in Yoongi’s arms, satisfying all three of you. You sat in comfortable silence for a few seconds before she giggled.

“Mama!” She shouted, “Ma, ma, ma, ma…” She started to bounce again.

“Alright, alright,” Yoongi playfully rolled his eyes and shifted your baby over to your lap where she crawled up to sit on your belly instead of your legs. That was her spot. Like clockwork, whenever she wanted to sit with you she’d find your belly and sit there instead. It’s like she knew she came from the scar on your pelvis, those couple inches permanently marked as her territory. As insecure as you were about it, Yoongi never failed to tell you almost daily how beautiful it was, and that it was a reminder that the two of you created something so wonderful, sometimes muttered in the dark hours of the night when his lips brushed over it softly.

“You always are a little more silly after you see Uncle Kookie, aren’t you?” You coo, brushing a hand over her dark hair that was once held back with a bow that was ripped out hours ago. Her record for wearing one was forty five minutes, and she was sleeping for thirty of them.

“Koo-hee,” She mimicked placing her hands on your chest, “Koo-hee!” Her voice went high and shrill, you and Yoongi cringing with laughter.

“Do you love your Uncle Kookie?” Yoongi asked, pleased with how fast she turned to look at him.

“Kookie,” Her voice was a lot softer than it had just come out. Whipping your heads to look at one another, your jaw fell open.

“No way?” Yoongi stifled a laugh, “She just fully said Kookie.”

“Koo-heeeeeeeeeeee!” Was almost a scream before she fell into a series of meaningless babbles, tiny fingers gripping at your chest looking for a necklace you knew to take off.

“He’ll never believe us,” You shake your head, and spend the next fifteen minutes trying to get her to repeat Kookie for a camera before putting her down for the night.

Rewatching the video you took, the car resumed its journey. Opening your messages, you tap on the pinned thread with Yoongi he had named ‘#1 husband😮‍💨’ long before your baby was even born. The two of you were only dating a month when he changed that. You sent him the video giving him a little hint of where you were. You told him you’d left the hotel, and you planned to keep it at that, maybe surprising him with your arrival, but the video was too cute not to send.

Typing bubbles appeared, then disappeared. Appeared again, then disappeared.

[#1 husband😮‍💨]: My girls my girls my girls my girls my girls

Was the first message to pop up. Cheesing at it hard, you double tap it to give it a heart.

[#1 husband😮‍💨]: You put her in purple Taehyung is going to go nuts

[#1 husband😮‍💨]: She matches the lights

[you]: I think she knows we’re going somewhere exciting. She hasn’t slept since she woke up today. Hope she doesn’t get cranky.

Glancing over to her while you waited for a response, your girl was already watching you. You wiggle the finger she had her lethal grip on and smile.

“Gonna see Dada… Dada…” You try again, defeated. You really wished she would say it, especially today.

“Gonna see… Uncle Kookie,” You tilt your head and she grins. Uh oh, here it comes.

“Koo-HEEEE!” She shrieks, and you apologize to the driver who only laughs with you. The buzz of your phone on your lap stole your attention.

[#1 husband😮‍💨]: She’ll be too excited to be cranky

[#1 husband😮‍💨]: I know I’m a little cranky…….. cause I’ve been without you for forever

Your cheeks flush pink, wondering where he was to even get away with texting you like this.

[#1 husband😮‍💨]: Six babysitters. Empty dressing room….. Just saying

Actually thinking about it, it was deemed possible. That’s how you guys used to go about it anyway, too hot for each other to wait until you were in the privacy of your own space. Dressing rooms, public restrooms, his studio, an empty room at Hybe while he rehearsed… the list shamelessly went on. It actually came as a very little surprise to some of the members when Yoongi told them you were pregnant.

Though you were still young, and still hot for each other in the same teenage fueled lusty way, you were parents now and you wondered if you should adhere to golden parent standards. Plus, you’re a little shocked to see Yoongi say he’d let his girl out of his sight in a place she didn’t know.

[#1 husband😮‍💨]: On second thought I can wait. I’ll keep it together even though I know you’re wearing the jeans that kill me in every way shape and form

You smirk. They were worn on purpose. For this purpose. It was no lie, you wanted him just as badly as he wanted you. Yeah, you were parents, but that didn’t mean you weren’t allowed to tease him.

Sending him a winking emoji, you then peer over at your girl who’s eyes were back out the window, now checking out the masses of people surrounding the venue her daddy was about to bring to the ground.

“Hoooolyyy…” You mumble under your breath, having forgotten what this part of this life was like. It’s not that you forgot, you remember quite vividly. You actually used to wait in these crowds with friends to get the full experience, and it was always way too much fun.

Dating wasn’t something that was advertised for Idol’s, so it was very unlikely that one would go public with a partner, especially a member of BTS. Rumors totally stirred every now and then, but you and Yoongi were never the culprits of any… Though, when you’d attend shows there were a few ARMY who’d stare a little too long, curiously. It’s incredible how you would get away with it, attending every show without anyone wondering why or how you were at another one.

Your socials were completely private. Instagram was the only platform you found fun anyway, using it as an archive (an idea that Namjoon will say he did NOT steal from you). You followed a couple of friends, family, and all seven of the boys of course. You were careful of who was following you, making sure you trusted them to their core before allowing them access to photos of your life, you, you and Yoongi, and now, you, Yoongi and your girl.

Private’d accounts from Hybe and the team followed you, keeping tabs on all socials at all times for your own safety. Even when posting photos of your baby you were sure to keep most of her face hidden in the slight chance that something could possibly happen. Photos with Yoongi were abstract as well, keeping details to minimum, showing only the parts that mattered, and very rarely were the two of you fully in one together. You liked to edit and post this way, your Instagram became more of a passion project for you, documenting your life and scrapbooking it onto a feed that flowed beautifully.

The crowd outside the stadium was flowing into the streets, there were so many people. People of all ages, not just what someone assumes a fan of the boys would look like. There were parents with their kids, groups of teenagers, young adults, and even families attending with their grandparents.

The younger side of ARMY were the ones who’d eye you up occasionally. Waiting in the lines with them was exciting, you loved the atmosphere they created. The chants, the way they’d talk about their biases (that you later would tell said bias about), the sea of voices singing their songs during soundcheck… It was invigorating to see that side of it, getting perspective on how huge it all really was.

You’d be sent out there incognito with a couple of friends you’d met through the boys and the team, and per Yoongi’s request, a member of security that they allowed you to dress up to fit in with ARMY. The poor guard assigned that job quickly became Jimin’s biggest fan. You got him a different Jimin t-shirt for each show, accessorizing him head to toe in other merch associated with the It Boy.

Maybe the girls weren’t actually looking at you…

“Pulling around, we are license plate…” The driver spoke into something that resembled a cell phone, and suddenly the windows fell dark. Your little one looked at you with wide eyes, hers adjusting to the darkness. “Yes, just her and the baby. Approaching the gate now, confirming with code…” Life was so different now compared to how these nights used to go. Sure, security was always this tight and strict, and sometimes you would try to challenge it a bit to see what you could get away with. You never pushed too far, it was only just you and Yoongi seeing how long you could escape for before Namjoon and the team got ticked off, but now it was different. Much different. There was a tiny person involved, a tiny person you made with the person that probably requested his team go through this much trouble for. You appreciated it, it definitely was relieving some of the anxiety you were keeping packed away. You trusted ARMY to the fullest, but even they knew there were some uncertainties amongst those who only acted as if they were true…

Before leaving the hotel you checked your bag six times, making sure you had absolutely everything you could possibly need for your girl. She had a change of clothes, plenty of diapers, her favorite snacks, formula, toys… She was ready for her first BTS concert.

“Oh, baby girl, you are in for it,” You whisper under your breath as the car pulls into a garage underneath the stadium after passing through a gate that loudly clanged shut behind the car. The lights that were now shining bright outside of the tinted windows were making her squint, making you giggle as you hurried to undo her seat buckles before the car was even parked.

“Mamaaaa,” She sang sweetly, watching you. Leaning over her, you kiss her forehead.

“My babyyy,” You copied her sing-songy tone that made her kick her legs and shake her hands happily, “Such a happy girl,” You smile, “Let’s go find Dada.”

Once the car was in park, you scoop your girl out of her carseat, letting her make a biiig stretch that you had to comment on before tucking her and her purple fit into your chest.

That’s when she spotted it. It was smooth, and giving off a chrome sparkle when the lights from outside would hit it. It was in the shape of a small heart with a ‘Y’ on it in pretty lettering. Her tiny hand went in the air, eyes on the prize, but you caught her fingers before they could reach the necklace Yoongi bought you for your last anniversary.

“No, please, no,” You hide your demise behind a short laugh and scoot to the edge of the seats, waiting for your door to be opened. Per protocol, you were not allowed to exit the vehicle until the door was opened for you by a team member. More safety precautions.

From around the corner, a group of people all dressed in black covered with headsets and wires appeared, spreading out in the garage, scoping the scene. Your eyes scanned them at lightning speed, looking for a face that could be out here secretively. You knew pretty much everybody on this team, and they knew you.

One of the tallest guys nodded to everyone else and turned his chin to speak into the walky-talky that was pinned to his shoulder. You assumed that was confirmation they could come and get you.

Two members approached the car, one coming to open the door and the other going toward the opening trunk to grab your things.

“Hello! Welcome!” Was said your way as you stepped onto the concrete. The garage was echoey, every single sound bouncing off the grey walls. Your little one nuzzled her head into your neck, hiding her face from the bright lights and the sharp sounds. Cradling the back of her head, you kiss her cheek, whispering comforting words to her to keep her relaxed.

Your bag was passed along, a team member carrying it as everyone started to follow you toward the doors.

“Do we need the car seat?” Was called out amidst the movement, and with a simple shake of your head you let them know they could leave it behind. There were going to be plenty of eager arms to hold her here.

“Suga at doors three and four,” Was mumbled somewhere next to you, and your heart shot out of your chest, “Approaching that entrance now.” You were about to see him for the first time in two weeks. He was about to see you for the first time in two weeks. You and your girl were here, at one of his shows, for the first time together.

Biting onto your bottom lip with force, the nervousness that was swirling with excitement inside of you was about to boil over as you rounded the corner to doors labeled ‘3’ and ‘4’. God, you couldn’t wait to kiss him, or just simply put your hands on him. He was going to get to cradle your girl and smother her in tiny kisses like he loved to do. Doing that was the first thing that ever made her laugh.

Members that were many feet in front of you reached the doors first. You swear you could feel your heart beating in your throat, that’s how nervous you were, and the feeling shot down through your stomach as they grabbed the door handles, but as soon as they were pulled open, every minuscule uncomfortable feeling you were feeling dissipated.

Rocking impatiently side to side, Yoongi’s head shot up once the doors had opened, locking eyes with you instantly. Heart swelling, feeling overwhelmed, the sight of you coming toward him with your baby in your arms had him squatting down to the floor, covering the bottom half of his face with his hands that were iced out in jewelry. He wasn’t allowed out of the arena.

“Min Yoongi!” You shout, holding your girl to you tight as you hurried toward him, passing three members on the way. His eyes crinkled, hands still covering the smile that was growing with each step you took toward him.

More team members and stage hands stood behind him, working efficiently to get the show ready. One of them paused to try and speak with him, but he sent them away with a wave of his hand, jumping back up to his feet to throw his arms around you as you passed over the threshold, holding you gently, carefully, telling you just how important you were to him.

He was dressed in his first outfit of the night, one of your favorites, all white down to chunky, red detailed sneakers. It suited him, much like how he wore white to the Grammys, most definitely his color- though you wished they kept the original of this assemble, the all white everything.

His hair and makeup were already done, a part of the process you adored to watch even if it made him a little shy at times, and he smelled fantastic. A mixture of something musky along with something sweet. Whatever it was, it was doing something to you.

“This can’t be real,” He sighed, tightening his arms around your back. Slipping one around his waist, you giggle into his neck, placing a kiss there before taking a long deep breath.

“I missed you,” You breath, “We missed you.” Yoongi turned his chin to look down between you two, your girl already gazing up at him with a goofy big grin already smug on her face.

“My goodness,” He spoke quietly, “Who is this beautiful little lady?” His tone was playful, evoking a giggle out of her. The two of you share a smile, then an overdue kiss that you wanted to melt into, but a babble from your girl brought you back into the room. Yoongi leaves an arm around your back, but pulls away enough to shift his baby into his arms. In a second her hands were attached to his jacket, curiously looking at the zippers and trying to figure out how to work them.

“How was the ride? Was everything okay?” Yoongi asks you, eyes on your daughter. Wrapping both your arms around his waist, leaning against his side, you nod.

“Was perfect,” You said, watching him watch your girl, “I can’t believe what they did with the lights!” His eyes went wide as he nodded his head.

“Incredible… Everyone went out last night to check it out,” He said, “I wished you could’ve been there.” His gaze shifted over to you, something that looked like sorrow written in his eyes. Pouting sarcastically, you shake your head.

“Enough, stop it,” You playfully tap his back, “We’re here now."

“And I’ve never been happier,” He whispered, tilting his head to kiss you slowly. The doors closing behind you was a sign telling you to get out of the way, though no one on the team would really tell you to do so. Instead, Yoongi tightened his grip on you and started walking his family down the underground halls of the Allegiant Stadium. The stylists that were passing by were excited to see you, Yoongi proudly showing off your daughter as she took in everything around her with wonder. So far she was happy, and not shying away from the new faces like you thought she would. Just as you were passing by a few more stage hands, familiar shouting sounded from a room at the end of the hall that you recognized immediately.

Memories of causing a scene, and making a mess in the dressing rooms came rolling back with ease. Pausing before you got in front of the door, you motioned for Yoongi to enter with your girl first, eager to see how his friends were going to act. Before he did, he took one last long look at you, up and down, and kissed you.

“Mamaaa,” Your girl said, and the dressing room fell silent. You held in your laughter as you heard the guys whisper, trying to decipher whether what they heard was real or not. Sharing a quick glance with Yoongi, a mutual decision was made.

“Kookie,” You whisper to her, and she loses it, arms and legs flailing away.

“KOO-HEE!” She shrieks, and you hear Jungkook lose his mind. The chorus of six pairs of feet wearing the chunky sneakers sounded, barreling for the door, Jungkook being the first to appear outside.

"My GIRL!” He shouts, hurrying over to Yoongi to gently squeeze her cheeks between his finger and thumb, making her smile and squirm in her fathers arms, “Favorite uncle is ready to put on the BEST show for you.” He smiles toward you, holding his arms open to give you a squeeze.

“She missed you guys,” You said while he rocked you back and forth, “I can’t wait for her to see you all onstage.” They all looked absolutely breathtaking, their stylists knew how to do their job. One by one they greeted your baby, leaving her in Yoongi’s arms for now, then you with a hug. One member in particular was stuck on your girl, however, not even making it over to give you a squeeze.

“Oh no, Taehyung,” Yoongi shook his head, smiling. Your girl's tiny hands were latched to his, the difference in size melting your heart. Tae was laughing, unsure of what to do as your daughter stared at him with a wide open gaze. Jungkook popped his head in front of her to try to distract her and get her attention, but she was zoned in on Taehyung, frustrating the youngest member.

“You’re strong,” He continued to giggle, wiggling the fingers she was squeezing, “I like your outfit,” He spoke to her as if she wasn’t an infant, and it was hilarious. Quickly, her hands sprung free and reached out for him, Taehyung looking up at Yoongi just as fast, questioning whether or not to take her.

“Go ‘head,” Yoongi chuckled, holding her out for his younger brother to grab. His hands fit over the entire circumference of her back, they were probably as long as her entire legs right now. He seemed unsure at first, only having held her once as a newborn, but Yoongi was quick to help him out while your daughter still gazed up at him.

“Jeez, we get it, he’s handsome,” Jin mumbled, getting everyone to laugh aloud, even Taehyung who’s cheeks turned pink. Yoongi rolled his eyes, shaking his head half seriously.

“No, no, no,” He said, moving to stand behind you, sliding his arms over your shoulders, clasping his hands to his elbows. Lifting yours, you placed your hands over his, squeezing them happily.

“No boys, sorry Tae,” You keep the joke going.

“Just cool uncles,” Taehyung nodded, bouncing your baby a bit as she babbled up at him, “Protecting and watching over you from everyone.” A soft smile grew on you and Yoongi’s face as you watched the six of his friends fuss over your daughter, trying to make her laugh, or steal her attention from Taehyung.

“She’s so loved,” You whisper, Yoongi agreeing with you with a hum, planting a kiss on your cheek.

Hoseok was next to scoop up your girl, getting her to giggle and kick her legs instantly. All he had to do was stick out his tongue and she was gone.

“Oh! So cute! You’re so small,” Hoseok cooed, kissing her cheek three times, making her smile. Yoongi squeezed one of your shoulders after watching your face falter at his words, giving you a knowing look. Jungkook hurried over and snatched her from his older brother, spinning her in the air before giving her a squeeze.

“She’s perfect!” He sarcastically defended, but ultimately meant, knowing the most about her not long ago needed bi-weekly doctor appointments. Looking up at her Uncle Kookie, she cooed softly, then laid her head on his chest. She’s fallen asleep there before back at home when Jungkook would come to visit, and it looked as though there was a possibility she’d drift off comfortably right now, but Taehyung spoke, and the sound of his voice had her head springing up fast, eyes searching for him. Teasing sounds erupted from the guys, Yoongi shakes his head again.

“Here,” Jungkook sighs, turning to hand Taehyung the baby that was already reaching for him, “You win.” As soon as she was out of his arms, Jimin tossed his around Jungkook from behind. One of his babies still wanted his attention.

The eight of you stood here passing around your girl for another ten minutes, you and Yoongi being asked question after question regarding everything about her when chatter and noise started to grow from the arena.

“I think I hear them,” You wiggle your eyebrows, making them smile. A stagehand approached the group, tentatively trying to get a word in, letting you all know the doors had opened and the show would be starting soon. Knowing the guys took these last moments together alone, you break out of Yoongi’s hold to his disappointment, and take your girl back from Namjoon, who was holding her like she was the most fragile thing he’s ever held.

“Let’s go, babe,” You smile at her, as she tries to resist you a bit, “Oh, I know, I’m not as cool as them… they have to get to work!” A few of them giggle, then they turn back into the dressing room after saying goodbye, leaving you and Yoongi to have a moment alone. Kissing his daughter on the head, Yoongi then kisses you in the same spot, putting his arms around you.

“There’s another room around the corner here,” His voice was low, comforting, “They put both your things in there, and I know it’s got food and drinks for you, too. It’s further from the stage, so if she needs to sleep it won’t be too loud… Oh! It has a private bathroom, too-“

“D,” You cut off his rambles with his nickname, his eyes pointing down to you, “Thank you,” You giggle, tilting your chin to press your lips to his, “I think someone needs to be changed,” You whisper as if your daughter understood what that meant. Yoongi crinkled his nose, and chuckled. The chatter from the arena caught your attention, and a thought popped into your mind, one you were kind of nervous to ask him.

“What?” He questioned, able to read you like a book.

“What?” You repeat, and he chuckles again at your obliviousness.

“What’re you thinking?” He asked. You nibbled on your bottom lip, Yoongi lifting a hand to use his thumb to pull it out, kissing you there softly. Your daughter had a tight grip on one of the zippers of his jacket.

“Can I go out? We? Can we go out? Out there?” You gestured to the arena with the top of your head. Yoongi’s eyebrows furrowed, looking from your girl, back to you. He slowly opened his mouth as if to speak, but quickly shut it.

“Please?” You whisper, giving him a glimpse of your puppy eyes on purpose, knowing they had an effect on him. Sighing, he glances away and nods.

“I don’t see… why not,” He says tentatively, “You’re not going alone, of course.”

“I know,” You start to smile, “I got Branson a new Jimin shirt.” Laughing about the security guard you liked to dress up with Yoongi, he calms down first with a short breath.

“Nothing crazy,” He says, making sure he has your focus, “We’re in Vegas… Last night this city got a little wild,” You nod after every word, “I got the headphones for her, little purple ones back in that room for you… Take them now just in case,” He pauses, taking in the sight of his daughter. If you were anywhere else you’d feel a bit silly letting Yoongi tell you what to do like he was parenting you both, but he knew his concerts best, so you appreciated his words.

“I’m going to wear a mask, too,” You remind him, giving him another reason to be okay with you joining his fans, “She’ll be fine… I saw other babies while we were driving, so we’ll fit right in. No one will suspect a thing.” Yoongi starts to smile, giving you a single nod before a long kiss that your daughter didn’t like. He took her into his arms as he led you to find Branson and the group of friends you’d typically hang with at shows, then to your room to your things where he changed your baby’s diaper himself.

“Suga, you need to head out,” A stage manager poked his head into the room with his hand on his walky-talky. Sharing a silent moment with you, Yoongi sighs.

“Be careful,” He said, handing you your daughter. Standing to meet him with a hug, you nod.

“We’re gonna go experience Dada’s world,” You say softly. Yoongi looks down at you, confused. “What?” You ask.

“You already do,” He says, “You two are my world.” The stage manager peered in again, beckoning Yoongi to leave at this point while tears pricked at your eyes.

“Alright!” He groans goofily, looking over his shoulder, “Bye, my love,” He kisses you, then your girl, “Bye, my baby.”

“Daaadaaa,” Fills in the following silence, your stomach doing a flip, “D-d-daaada.” Yoongi watches her in awe, then looks up at you in disbelief.

“That’s the first-“

“The first-“

You both try to speak at the same time, falling into a fit of giggles.

“Dada,” Yoongi says to her, and she repeats it clearly, “Oh, YES!” He shouts, making her laugh, “And now I have to leave?!” He bounced on his heels, rolling his eyes.

“Go,” You tell him just as the stage manager looked back into the room, “Please.”

“Mmm,” He hums, “You gotta stop saying that,” A flash of devil hints in his dark eyes. Your turn to roll your eyes.

“Yooooongi!” You whine, “Go!” He grins, kissing you one last time before heading out the door, glancing at you one last time over his shoulder before he was gone, leaving you and your daughter to go explore the wonders of BTS outside of the dressing rooms.

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