Six

6 Months Later

Babe, don't come over tonight. I think I caught Tae's flu. You can't afford to get sick right now. I'll see you in a couple days. I love you!

Only seconds pass before Yoongi is already texting me back. Whatever contents were left in my sore stomach begin swirling around like the crashing tides of a nautical storm.

I knew this would happen. I told him to stay away from you. Did he drink from your cup, again?

Poor Taehyung's probably going to get an earful now. Yoongi's so dramatic.I quickly sent another text, warning him.

It's not his fault. I offered him a taste of my boba tea. I forgot he was sick. Min Yoongi, you better keep your mouth shut and leave him alone!

No response. 15 minutes later, my front door closes and Yoongi walks into my bedroom. "Why don't you ever listen to me? Go home. I can't get you sick right now!" I whine, groaning into my pillow, my arms wrapped around my stomach. "I don't care if I get sick and if it was me, would you stay home? I'd rather take care of you. Here, I brought you Ms. Kang's seaweed soup you love so much. She said it will help ease your stomach troubles and keep you hydrated." His thoughtfulness warms my heart, "Fine, I get it. Thank you." He gently kisses my forehead and opens the container of soup. I sit up in bed and he adjusts my pillow. He tucks my blanket to my sides and places his hand on my forehead, "You're burning up. Start eating while I get some water and a towel." I'm spooning a second mouthful of soup when that all too familiar feeling hits my throat. Clenching my mouth shut, I race to my bathroom, making it just in time to vomit into the toilet bowl. My hair is lifted from my hot, sweaty face. A large hand runs soothing circles on my back. I vomit until I'm left dry heaving, my abdomen sore and my throat raw. Tears uncontrollably run down my face, "Don't look at me, I'm disgusting right now." He grabs a hand towel and runs it under cool water, "You're acting like no one ever gets sick. If I can't be here to take care of you when you're sick, then I shouldn't be here for you when you're healthy." He runs the cool towel across my face and over my mouth. Helping me stand, I walk to the sink to brush my teeth. I look like hell. Messy hair, smudged mascara, flushed cheeks, and beads of sweat across my face. Yoongi starts running a bath and begins to help me undress, my muscles aching. After helping me into the cool water, I lay back and hear him quietly leave the room. Appearing a few minutes later, he holds a glass with orange liquid in one hand and two orange pills in the other, "Try to take this. Orange Gatorade with vitamin C tablets and nausea medicine. Only sip the juice so you don't get sick too fast." He washes my back as I take the pills and juice. Grateful for his help, I lean my head back against the edge of the cool ceramic tub. Yoongi continues to wash me as I lay there falling asleep.

"C'mon, babe. You're done. Let's get you in bed." I open my eyes and Yoongi's standing by the tub holding a towel wide open for me. I slowly climb out and he wraps his arms and the towel around my body. Pulling on a light oversized shirt, I climb into bed. The container of soup is already gone and replaced by the Gatorade, some ginger ale, and crackers. A trashcan sitting right by the bed. I snuggle under the covers as Yoongi's arm wraps around my waist.

I wake up to the sound of a crinkling bag. I open one eye to see Yoongi pulling out the used bag from the trash can. The lighting is dim, it must be nighttime. "You're alive. Did I wake you?" Yoongi asks, looking at me with a worried look on his face. I try to speak but my voice is rough and broken. I take a sip of water and try again, "No, you didn't. Actually, I'm feeling a lot better." He caresses my face, "You should be feeling better. Your fever broke and you've been puking your guts out for the last two days." He takes the trash out and I sit up in bed, carefully stretching my limbs and praying my stomach stays settled. My muscles and bones feel sore but I don't feel nauseous and I have more energy than I've had lately. After helping me bathe, I'm sitting at my vanity, Yoongi's brushing my damp hair. I look towards him and catch eye contact through the mirror, "Thank you for taking so much care of me." Yoongi finishes with my hair and puts down the brush. Kissing the top of my head, he wraps his arms around me, "I promised to take care of you and keep you safe. That's what I'll always do." I turn around and place my hands on his hips, his soft, pale skin peeking out from under the hem of his black t-shirt, "I love you, Min Yoongi." He gently grabs my face and kisses me, "I love you, Jagiya . Are you still feeling better?" I nod, giggling as he reaches down and lifts me up in his arms. Laying me down in bed, he turns off the light and climbs into bed. His warm body smoothly lays across mine, his warmth comforting and safe. His hand brushes my hair out of my face as he softly kisses my lips. My hands run up along his back as I pull his shirt off, his exposed skin soft and warm beneath my fingers.

I haven't been sick all week now so I decided to take Yoongi lunch. He's been working so hard and has barely even left his studio in 3 days. He's producing a track for another artist but the deadline is coming up soon. Knocking on his studio door, only silence greets me. I knock again, more forcefully this time but still, no response. I put my mouth next to the door, "Yoongs, can I come in?" The door swings open and Yoongi's already walking towards his desk. I place the lunch I packed on the desk and pull up a seat. His face is pale, already thinner, and he has dark circles under his eyes. I open a small bento box with rice, grilled octopus, and rolled egg, "Babe, take a break and eat." His eyes still glued to his computer screen, he barely acknowledges that I'm there, "I can't. I'm busy." I place my hand on his arm, "Just a few minutes. You need to eat something. You look like you haven't rested in days, much less eat-" Yoongi's fist slams against the desktop, scaring me and making me nearly drop the bento box, "I have a deadline coming up in two days and I haven't even finished the melody along with a hundred other things I have to get done with the group and you want to bother me to eat?! I don't have time for this! Just go." His harsh tone cuts deep. It's the first time I've seen him this angry and hurtful, "Yoongs-" "JUST GET THE FUCK OUT!!" His hand points towards the door but he never looks at me once, his eyes still on the damn screen. I'm shocked that he would yell at me but I mostly just feel hurt. I run out and slam the door shut, leaning against the door as tears stream down my face. "Yaman-in, what's wrong? What happened?" Seokjin appears in front of me, his arm wraps around me, pulling me in. I shake my head and wipe my face, "Nothing. I'm okay." Seokjin bends his knees, making himself shorter to look me in the eyes, "Obviously not, if you're crying. Did Yoongi do something to you?" I shake my head and try to steady my breathing, breaking myself away from his hug, "No, I'm fine. He didn't do anything. He's just under a lot of pressure. I just miss him, is all." He looks towards the Genius Lab door and back at me, a worried look on his face, "Are you hungry? Come with me, let's eat something delicious." I feel grateful as he leads me out of the building into the fresh air.

"We'll have the triple meat special, two beers, and a bottle of soju. Thank you," Seokjin orders, handing the server our menus. I fidget with my glass of water. The server comes back and lights the grill on the table. We thank him as he walks away before Seokjin turns his full attention back on me, "Yaman-In. . . We call you that for a reason. You're always so fierce and savage. I hate to see you so upset. What happened?" I look up at him and smile, "Nothing. I'm fine. I just overreacted. Yoongi's been so busy, that I went to drop him off a packed lunch. I've just missed him lately." Seokjin's mouth presses into a straight line, the muscle in his jaw clenching for a second but he gives a small nod and says nothing else about what happened. Seokjin places a pile of cooked meat on my plate as I stuff my face with kimchi-style salad, "Yaman-In, what color is a hamburger?" "Burgundy," I quickly answered with full cheeks. Seokjin's eyes grow twice their size, his hand pointing accusingly, "Wow, you ruined my joke and couldn't even stop eating for two seconds! How cruel!" I choke on my mouthful as I burst out laughing, "I'm sorry! It's just that I heard you say that joke before. It's my favorite." he waves off my apology and takes another shot of soju, "Okay, okay, I have another one. What do-" He bursts out laughing, his windshield wiper laugh catching the attention of guests around us. "What do you call-" More laughter. Seokjin's face turns bright red as he laughs at his own joke. I laugh, too, unable to control myself. Hearing his ridiculously adorable laugh always puts a smile on my face. He tries to hold back his laughter and takes a sip of water but barely swallows it without spitting the water everywhere after laughing, again. My cheeks hurt from laughing so much but it feels great to laugh again. Seokjin finally holds his hand and takes a deep breath, calming himself down, "Okay, okay, okay, what do you call an alligator wearing a vest?.... an inVESTigator!" He slaps his leg as he laughs at his own joke. His smile and laugh are contagious so I laugh right along with him.

Seokjin drops me off at my front door but before I go in, he places a hand on my shoulder, "Don't worry. Whatever it is, it's okay. Yoongi- ah stresses himself out and takes out his frustrations at the wrong time. It's not you so please don't take it to heart but if you want me to, I'll beat him up for you." I manage a small smile and hug Seokjin goodbye, "Thank you for lunch, Jin. You somehow knew exactly what I needed and now I feel so much better for it. Thank you." I plop down on my couch and sigh. I know I shouldn't take Yoongi's outburst personally, he's obviously starved and exhausted but his harsh tone and words still hurt. I wipe my cheeks as tears stream down so I decide to do what I love most when feeling down; I grab my snacks and ice cream and my fluffiest blanket and curl up on the couch as I scroll through Dramafever.

"What are you doing?! She's obviously a lying bitch! He already told you he likes you so why would you believe her over the hot lead?! THIS IS WHY WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS!" I'm 4 episodes into a Kdrama when my phone rings. Yoongi's name glows on the phone display. Stubbornly, I decline, tossing my phone aside. I continue watching the TV as the phone endlessly vibrates across the couch. 15 minutes later, the screen changes to the next episode. Pressing pause, I sigh as I grab the phone. Once again, an incoming call, "Hi." Yoongi's voice sounds gravelly and hoarse, "Why didn't you answer? I was worried." I look at all my empty wrappers and trash, the paused TV screen featuring two of the prettiest people I have ever seen embracing, "I was busy." I can hear his breath release in a heavy sigh, " Jagiya , I'm so sorry. I was an asshole to you. I overworked myself and was frustrated and took it out on you. You got caught in my crossfire and you never deserved that. I'm sorry." I prop my elbow onto the armrest of my couch and rest my head on my hand, "I understand and I only forgive you because I know you weren't yourself but you really need to work on that, taking your anger out like that on those that don't deserve it. The way you spoke to me honestly crushed me and the fact that you would speak to anyone like that at all is unsettling. You're a better person than that, even when stressed." "I know, I'm sorry. I'll work harder on my attitude. I'll never disrespect you like that, again. Just, please, do you forgive me?" He pleads. I sigh, again, as I run my fingers through my hair, "Of course, I forgive you." Not even a second later, my front door swings wide open, and Yoongi comes running in, kneeling down in front of me, wrapping his arms around my waist, his head against my stomach, "I'm so sorry, baby. I swear. I wasn't thinking. I didn't mean to hurt you like that." I sit there, still thrown off by the sudden cuddle attack, "Yoongs? Were you outside the whole time?" He looks up at me with a sheepish grin, "....Yeah..." I can't help it and start laughing, "Why didn't you come inside to talk?" He lifts his head to look at me, "You didn't answer your phone so I thought you didn't want to talk to me." I roll my eyes, and run my fingers through his hair, "I didn't but I can't hold a grudge." He cradles my face in his hands, his face an inch from mine, "Sincerely..I'm sorry." Yoongi's eyes are glossed over and sad, his cheeks slightly sunken in, the corners of his mouth turned down in a grim frown. It's impossible to not feel sad for him, "I know but if you're really sorry, you'll make it up to me." His arms wrap tighter around my waist, "How?" I run my thumbs across the dark gray bags under his eyes, "Let me make you something to eat and spend the night. Get some sleep. You're making yourself physically sick."

"I'm stuffed! No more!" Yoongi complains, pushing my hand away. "You need the fat and carbs! You're too thin! It's just a tiny bite of rice, you big baby!" I hold a hand under the spoon as I bring it toward his mouth. "T-tiny?! You're using the rice cooker spoon and it's full!" He wails, pink lips turned down into a soft pout. I glance down at the larger paddle-like spoon in my hand, a reddish heap of kimchi fried rice piled on it like a tiny volcano, and shrug, "I didn't want to have to wash another spoon. Fine, just one bite." Yoongi huffs as he takes one last bite of rice and washes it down with melon milk. I place his finished ramen pot and rice bowl in the sink and grab his hand, leading him to the bedroom.

Yoongi finishes in the shower while I stay in the bedroom getting ready for bed. I brush my hair and reach for my jewelry box on my vanity. Placing my necklace in the heart-shaped compartment, I run my fingers along the velvet heart. I vaguely hear Yoongi walk into the room behind me, "Does that box mean that much to you? Why? You don't even know who left it for you." I turn around to see Yoongi laying on the bed, watching me, "Just because I don't know who it's from, it doesn't make it less special. Someone took the time to congratulate me on one of the most important days of my life. After I received it, I wanted to find out who it was from so I tried searching online for the jewelry box. Trying to see where it might've been bought from. I couldn't find it. There's no sort of industrial or serial number, either. I think it might've been handmade and if it is, someone out there spent their precious time carving something so beautiful for me. It's special." Yoongi smiles, nodding his head as he pulls the blanket over himself, "Fine, fine. Let's just go to sleep."

"Yaman-In!! Wake up! Wake up!" I wake up to being bounced around on my bed. "Come on, wake up!" I look up to see Jungkook, Jimin, and Hoseok bouncing on the bed. I roll over, covering my head with a pillow as I feel one of them flop down next to me, "Finally! Manager Sejin gave us the day off. We're going to Lotte World." I groan and stretch, my hand blindly pushing on Jungkook's face, "What time is it?" "Six in the morning," Hoeseok says casually. My eyes fly open, "Six?! In the morning?! Are you guys crazy? Don't you ever sleep?" I can hear Yoongi's voice gradually getting louder as he enters the room, "I told you guys to let her sleep. She needs to be fed or else she bites like a rabid dog." I look over to see Yoongi leaning against the doorway, his arms crossed. He's already dressed, wearing torn stone-washed light blue jeans, a black hoodie, and black and gray Nikes. His freshly colored black hair is messy and damp. I shrug at his comment comparing me to a rabid dog, "He's right, you know. Food is life."

I drag myself to the dining room, half asleep. I showered and threw on a white skirt with a light pink skull pattern, white platform sneakers, and an oversized light pink sweater cut off at the shoulders. My hair is tied up in a loose bun. My heart pendant against my chest. Yoongi places a coffee mug in my hands. His hand around my waist, he kisses my forehead, "Good morning, babe. You look beautiful." I reach up to kiss his cheek and sit down next to Mia at the table. She hands me a plate of egg rolls, radish kimchi, and fruit. I gratefully take the plate and sip my coffee, "You literally have no idea how nice it is to finally have another woman with me today. The last time we went on a trip, they wore me out."

Mia and I climb into her car while the guys take the van with a couple of security guards. Mia gestures for me to connect music to the car's bluetooth, "How are you adjusting?" I reflect back on the last three weeks since the fight with Yoongi and all that has changed, "Everything's great at home and I have an interview on Tuesday for a local company. Yoongi and I had our first fight recently, though. I interrupted him while he was working on that collab he did recently, you know? He hadn't eaten or slept in days and lashed out at me." She cautiously looks over at me, "Ah, yeah, Joonie told me about that. Apparently, Jin busted into Yoongi's studio and really chewed him out for that. Joonie overheard Jin yelling about disrespecting a woman, especially you when you were only trying to take care of him. Yoongi ran out in a frenzy." I guess I'm not surprised Jin confronted Yoongi. He's the only one Yoongi listens to, even when he doesn't want to." I reflect back to the night Yoongi burst through my apartment door, "He showed up at home. He called me from the doorstep apologizing and wouldn't come inside until I forgave him. He's honestly the sweetest. I just wish he wouldn't overwork himself like that but he's been working on it. I made him set an alarm for meals and he promised to get at least 4 hours of sleep a night, and one night with me. I won't let him set an alarm clock with me so he'll actually rest as much as he needs to. It's been 2 weeks since then and he's already gained 10 pounds. His soft tummy is back. I'm so in love with it." She laughs, almost spitting out her coffee, "At least you get a soft belly to cuddle. Joonie's surprisingly solid. Not that I don't love his smooth abs. . ." She sighs as she takes another sip of her coffee, lost in thoughts I can only imagine being not so PG. "Do you ever miss those you left behind? Friends, family. Where you lived? Was it hard moving?" She thinks for a second, "I miss them all the time, but was it hard? No. When I fell for Joon, I fell hard. Following him here was honestly one of the easiest decisions I've ever made. What's the point of staying behind if I'd never love someone the way I love him? Being in a relationship isn't easy, especially with an idol but being in love? It's the easiest thing in the world. As for my friends and family, I keep in touch often. Actually, you'll meet Jenn soon. She's going to stay for a couple of months to help me with the wedding." I'll finally get to put a face to her name, "I can't wait to meet her. We should have a welcome party for her. There's only what, 6-7 months until the wedding? How's Joon going to go public?" Mia bites her lip nervously, "He wants to do a Vlive and introduce me. I know a lot of ARMYs will support him but it worries me. Fans can be pretty cruel and possessive. I can handle hate towards myself but hateful comments really get to him, no matter how much he tries to brush it off. I couldn't stand to see him getting disrespected."

~Yoongi's POV~

"Yaman-In, you need to come on the Flume with us! You'll love it!" Jungkook says, grabbing Emma's hand before pulling her away with Seokjin. Taehyung and Mia in tow. Emma looks back at me, a wide smile across her face, loose strands of hair blowing around her beautiful face. "They really love stealing the girls away, don't they?" Namjoon says, handing me a bottle of water as he sits next to me on the bench. Grateful for a cold drink, I twist the cap open and take two large gulps of water, "Yaman-In hasn't had a break since we got here. They're going to wear her out." Namjoon chuckles, watching our family with fond eyes, "Don't worry about it, hyung. She looks happy being here. It feels so natural having her here, doesn't it? Like she's always been with us." I nod in agreement and take a sip of water. He's right. Emma has changed since moving here. She's happier, more open, and energetic. She fit right in with everyone as if she's always been a part of the family. Taking a headcount, I realize we're missing some faces, "Where's Hobi and Min?" Namjoon just shrugs, "He said he was going to find the churro stand so Jimin went with him. Said he didn't trust Hobi to find his way back."

Suddenly Namjoon's face gets serious, " Hyung , I need advice about something. I have to tell ARMY about the wedding, but to be honest, I'm afraid. I trust in them being happy for me but you know how some ARMYs get with just the idea of us working with women. I'm afraid of my marriage negatively affecting BTS as a whole. I don't want the news to ruin things for you or anyone else." His stress is obvious and I feel bad for him. Having to tell his fans he's not only dating but getting married will be a shock to many. Especially being the first Bangtan member to get a girlfriend, it's a legitimate fear, "Look, no matter what you do in life, good or bad, you're a celebrity now so you're always going to have haters waiting to see you fuck up or fans that turn their back the second they realize they'll never have a chance of being with you but you'll also always have support and love. From us, the staff, true ARMYs, and now your future wife. As a group, we've always tried to show how important it is, to be honest and straightforward when it matters most. It's the same now. Just be honest. Talk to ARMY and be honest, show how important Mia is to you, and the fans that truly love you will listen and support you. You've got this. You've been through worse and made it this far." He takes a deep breath and runs his fingers through his hair, "You're right, hyung . Thanks."

30 minutes later, I'm sitting at a small table writing on a napkin when I feel arms wrap around my neck. I grab the hands and study the familiar chipped glitter nail polish and silver and pearl ring on her right index finger. Kissing her palms, I pull her around and onto my lap, "Having fun?" Emma lays her head against my chest, "Yes! I'm getting a little tired, though, and I miss you." I kiss the top of her head, "I've been waiting for you. Ride the carousel with me?" She looks up at me with her sapphire eyes, a smile across her lips. Grabbing my hand, she jumps up and leads the way. "Here, let me help," I say, helping her climb the unicorn she chose before I decide to just stand next to her leaning against the side of the unicorn, one hand holding on to the pole, my other arm protectively around her waist. The ride starts and music begins to play. She places a hand on the back of my neck, playing with the ends of my hair. She's so beautiful I can't stop watching her. The way her locks of hair blow with the wind, the colored lights of the carousel dancing across her smooth skin. A child laughs a few feet over and we both turn our heads toward the sound. There's a mother sitting on a lion with a little boy around two-years-old sitting in front of her. Next to them is the father, standing holding on to the pole and tickling the little boy. He giggles while the father laughs, his wife watching them fondly. I turn back, Emma's still watching them, a smile on her face, "I want that to be us one day." She looks at me, her plump mouth forming a little "o", "Really? Have you thought about it?" I smile and caress her cheek, "Of course I have. One day, when BTS is truly established, my military service is over, and I'm completely satisfied with where my career is, I want to focus on our family. I want to be able to relax and take the time to take care of you and our family. A little girl that looks just like you." Her eyes water as she leans down and plants a kiss on my lips, "Someday. When we're ready."

We walk hand in hand as Yoongi and I make our way back to the rest of our group. Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin are sharing sweet red bean shaved ice while Mia, Namjoon, and Jin are laughing, Hoseok sits on top of the table happily eating a churro, chocolate dip smeared on the corners of his dimpled mouth. We reach the table and Hoseok holds up his churro, chocolate on the end, " Hyung , Yaman-in, bite?" I smile and lean forward to take a bite when an awful smell burns my nose. The mixture of sickening sweet burnt chocolate and spicy cinnamon is so gut-wrenching that I have to cover my mouth. A sour taste bubbles up to my throat and I run to the nearest trash can to vomit. Hands start rubbing my back as I vaguely hear voices. A cool hand touches my forehead, checking for a fever. I gain control again as my head clears, and someone hands me a napkin and water. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up." Mia's arm reaches across my waist as she leads me to the restroom. I rinse my mouth out and wash my face, grateful when she hands me a paper towel and peppermint gum, "Better? Are you okay?" I quickly nod my head, "Yeah, thank you. I must've gone on too many rides or something. That churro smelled so gross, I don't know how Hobi can stand to eat it." She laughs, "If it's sweet, that boy will eat anything. Ready to go back?" I give myself one last look in the mirror, checking my appearance, "Yeah, let's go."

Yoongi is waiting outside of the restroom when Mia and I exit, immediately looking me over, his hand over my forehead, "Babe, are you sure you're okay?" I slip my hand into his as the three of us start walking toward the rest of the group, "I'm fine, honest. I must've just gone on too many rides and it messed with my stomach. I'm just going to rest a bit. Actually, I could use a cold drink." Yoongi still looks worried but says nothing as we follow the others around the mall. I notice the sign guiding shoppers toward the food court and automatically slow my step as I look around, searching for the one thing I truly want right now. Yoongi turns to look at me, noticing my change of pace before following my line of sight towards a cluster of restaurants now coming into view, "Aye, I'm taking Yaman-In to the food court. We'll meet you later." We wave to each other as Yoongi pulls me closer to his side and leads me toward the large food court. The mixture of smells, greasy and savory, makes me queasy so I stop in my tracks, "Babe, I'm not feeling so good. Can you just get me a mango smoothie while I wait?" He runs a hand across my forehead and cheek before nodding and walks toward the boba and smoothie stand. I sit down at a table at the edge of the court and lay my head down on the cool tabletop. "I hope you're not getting the flu, again." I look up to find Yoongi sitting with a smoothie in front of me, "Oh, god, I hope not. That was awful! Maybe I should go home. I don't want to get anyone sick." He places his hand on my forehead, again, "You haven't had a fever yet. Does anything hurt, lightheaded maybe?" I think it over, other than my nausea, nothing seems out of the ordinary, "No, that's it." He seems lost in thought for a second before he pushes the smoothie towards me, "Drink."

The next four days go by in another blur of sleeping and vomiting. I can't keep anything down and I have lost five pounds. I try to argue with Yoongi that it is just another stomach flu but he finally forces me to go to the emergency room. They take my height, weight, vitals, and ask me questions: What did I eat? How long have I been feeling sick? When was the first day of my last period? The usual stuff. A nurse leads me into a room and connects me to an IV machine, replenishing my fluids from being dehydrated. They finally let Yoongi into the room and he comes right to me, planting a kiss on my forehead before sitting down on the edge of my bed, delicately grabbing my hand, "How do you feel?" I smile back at him, "No worries. I'm starting to feel a little better. To be honest, I'm getting a little hungry." He laughs at me, "You're in the hospital but you're still thinking of food? I'm going to have to pick up a part-time job just so I can afford to feed you so much." I playfully push him away when a doctor enters the room.

The doctor is tall, mid-30s, dark brown parted hair with a light sprinkling of greys across his temples and oval, silver-framed glasses, "Miss, I have a few questions to ask you in private, if you have a minute." Yoongi kisses my forehead and pats my thigh as he stands, "I'm going to go get some coffee. Want anything?" I smile and shake my head no before he walks out of the room. "Ok, we ran some tests and your nausea isn't caused by a virus or bacteria so that rules out the common flu, stomach virus, and food poisoning. Is there a possibility you're pregnant?" I instantly laugh, "No, there's no way. I've been on birth control for five years to control my periods. Never missed a day and have my alarm set to take it every day at the same time. I'm really careful about that. Are you sure it's not the flu? I just had it a few weeks ago. Maybe I never fully got over it?" He flips through his paperwork, "The results are definitely negative. I'll have a nurse take some blood to check your hormone levels. It says here you're due to menstruate soon so it might just be a bad case of PMS or you might have to have your birth control dosage upped. I'll send her in." A few minutes later, a young nurse politely enters and draws my blood quickly, "The results shouldn't take longer than twenty minutes and then Dr. Choi will come in to give you your results." I thank her before she leaves.

After a quick knock on the door, Yoongi comes back in with a coffee cup in one hand and a banana milk in the other. He straws the milk for me and hands me the small round bottle, "What'd they say?" "Thanks, babe. He said it's not a virus or flu but it might be a hormonal imbalance so they just drew some blood. I might have to change my birth control, though. She said it'll take about twenty minutes so hopefully, I can go home after that." 45 minutes later, Yoongi is laying next to me on the bed, a Korean-dubbed version of The Avengers: Infinity War playing on the TV. A soft knock on the door tells me the doctor is back before he enters. Sitting down on the wheeled stool beside the bed, he looks at us, "I assume it's okay to give your results with him here?" Yoongi sits up, looking at me as if he isn't sure whether to stay in the room or not. I grab Yoongi's hand, keeping him close, "Yes, of course. What is it?" The doctor hands me a paper listing the results of my blood work.

"Congratulations, you're pregnant."

The ride home is silent. I can not stop replaying those three words over and over. Three little words that hold so much significance. "Congratulations, you're pregnant... you're pregnant. . . pregnant. . ." It doesn't feel real. How? This was not supposed to happen. Not yet. I was so careful. At least I thought. The car stops in front of my building but Yoongi does not turn the car off nor make an effort to follow me inside like he usually would, "I'll call you later." Tears cloud my vision, my bottom lip quivering, "We need to talk about this." He reaches across me and opens the door, "I have work to do." I turn towards him, my hands grasping onto his sleeve, "Yoongs, please -" Yoongi's booming voice bursts from his chest, causing me to flinch away from him, "WHAT IS THERE TO TALK ABOUT! How could you be so careless?! How could you not know this could happen? I had a plan for us! This is not part of the plan. Not yet." I'm hurt and want to cry but my stubbornness won't let me, "The doctor said birth control isn't as effective when you're sick and throwing up. I didn't think about that when I was sick and you sure as hell didn't think about it when you were pulling off my clothes! I didn't plan this. It's not like I've ever had sex while sick before! I didn't ask to be pregnant, Yoongi!" His fingers grip around the steering wheel, knuckles bone-white, voice seething between his teeth, "Well, you don't have to be. Go." His words cut like a knife, "Congratulations, Min Yoongi. You get the option to be kid-free. Don't you dare fucking call me." I slam his door shut and run inside.

~Yoongi's POV~

Hoseok bursts into my bedroom, " Hyung , Bang P- what's wrong?" "Huh?" I look up to find myself sitting on the floor of my bedroom. I don't even remember getting here. Hoseok is standing in the doorway, a worried look on his face. Walking toward me, he sits down and lays a hand on my shoulder, "Yoongi- hyung, what happened? What's going on?" Everything around me blurs as tears cloud my eyes, "I fucked up. I really fucked up this time." "What happened? Whatever it is, we'll fix this. We'll get through it. Together. Talk to me, hyung ," He questions, voice filled with worry. I cover my face with my hands, unable to face my best friend, "Yaman-In's pregnant." All he can manage to say is "Shit."

Some time passes before either one of us says anything until Hoseok finally speaks, "Okay, this is okay. I know you didn't want kids yet but this is a good thing. You're great with kids and you've always wanted a family. So what if it's sooner than expected? You're well off financially, you can have your own place and plenty of help. You've been in love with this girl for over 3 years." I stressfully run my fingers through my hair, "Taking care of the baby isn't the problem. I'm just not where I wanted to be when I decided to have kids. Yaman-In and I haven't even gotten to the point of living together yet. We work all the time and travel, tours, promotions, late nights. We're just now reaching the top. I wanted to create a life my children could be proud of and now I've ruined that." Hoseok wraps an arm around my shoulders, " Hyung , you are someone they can be proud of. Look at all you've accomplished. You even have an award and are acknowledged as a producer without the rest of BTS. Having a kid isn't going to hold you back if you don't want it to. You know this. So what's really freaking you out?" He knows me too well, "Hobi, what if I fail? I've made her cry before and now I got her pregnant. What if I'm not good enough to be a dad when I'm still learning how to be a boyfriend?" Unexpectedly, Hoseok bursts out laughing, "Did you forget why we call Em 'Yaman-In'? She's a savage that isn't afraid to put you in your place. Do you really think she'd let you fail? And if she does, the rest of us will be here to do it. This kid is going to have six uncles and an auntie right here to take care of them. That kid is going to be spoiled and loved. We've got you, hyung ."

Just talking to Hoseok helps me feel better, like a weight lifted off of my shoulders, "Hobi, thanks. . ." He scoots over and tightens his arm around me, "Wow, I can't believe you're having a baby. Uncle Hope. . .It sounds nice, doesn't it? Wait, hyung , who's with Yaman-In? Why isn't she with you right now?" I feel my ears turn hot and red, "That's the part where I really fucked up. I was freaking out and fought with her. I just got so overwhelmed when we found out and I was having a hard time processing, my thoughts going a million miles an hour and I took it out on her. She was upset and I just, I-. . . I kind of insinuated she could get an abortion. . ." Hoseok's eyes grow wide, completely turning toward me to fully face me, "You what ?! You dumb ass! How could you say that?!" I rake my fingers into my hair, pulling at my hair in frustration, "I didn't mean it! You know I'd never do that! We were frustrated and shocked. She yelled at me and said she didn't ask to be pregnant and I kind of blurted out that she didn't need to be." Hoseok rubs his hands down his face, "Fuck, Yoongi. If you were this scared and stressed out, imagine how she must feel right now. She moved away from home to be with you only seven months ago, finds out she's pregnant, and instead of being comforted, you dropped her off and left. You need to go to her now and fucking pray that she doesn't leave your dumb ass." I shake my head, dreading Emma's wrath, "She hates me-" Hoseok slaps me on the back of the head, " Now , Min Yoongi!" I deeply sigh as I begin to stand. To be honest, I'm not ready. I messed up and hurt her when she needed me most. Emma probably wants to kill me right now and I wouldn't blame her if she did. I open the door to step out when Hoseok calls to me, " Hyung , one more thing. I want to be the first one to call Bang PD 'grandpa'!"

"Baby, please, let me in! I'm sorry!" I continue to yell through her front door but she just curses me from the other side, "No! Fucking leave , Yoongi! Go while you still can before I do something to fuck up your life like having your fucking child! Oops, too fucking late for that , isn't it?! I don't want to see you right now!" I sit against her door, knees curled to my chest, "Babe, forgive me, please! I wasn't in my right mind! Just let me in and let's talk! I didn't mean it, any of it!" I can clearly hear Emma crying through the door, her voice is broken and raspy, "Abortion, Min Yoongi! Fucking abortion! You promised to love me! You promised to support me, to take care of me through the good and bad. Now that life got too real for you, you abandoned me. I needed you, Yoongi. I needed you and you left. Just go!" Her broken sobs seep from the other side. Pulling myself together, I push my apartment key into the door lock, "I'm sorry I'm such an asshole but I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart. We don't go to bed mad at each other, remember? We're going to work this out. I'm coming in." I walk in to find her curled on the couch, wearing pajamas, red and puffy face with crumbled tissues thrown around her. I head straight to the kitchen to make her tea. Handing her the steaming cup, I grab a trash bag and begin picking up the tissues as she sniffles and watches me. Sitting down next to her, I run my thumbs across her cheeks, wiping away tears, "I'm so sorry, my sweet girl. I freaked out and took it out on you, again. I didn't mean it, any of it. Especially that . I could never." She bushes a crumpled tissue against her cherry pink nose, "You left. When I needed you the most, you just left." She looks so hurt and defeated. I can't stand it, "I know and it was selfish. I'm sorry. I was scared and a million things were running through my head. I ran away from it but you didn't get that option. Please, forgive me. I'm so sorry." Fresh tears swell in her eyes, "How am I supposed to trust you won't leave, again? I'm scared, too, but it never crossed my mind that I didn't want this." I grab her hand in mine, kissing the back of her hand, "You can trust me because I'm not scared anymore. I'm all in, I swear. It was stupid to react the way I did. I love you. You're my family now." She bursts into tears again, "What are we going to do? We haven't even been together that long. I've never even had a pet before and now I'm supposed to raise a whole human!" I pull her against my chest, caressing her cheek as she cries, "We're going to be okay. Don't cry, baby. This baby is going to grow up surrounded by love. We're going to be okay, I promise you this." I place my hand on her belly and rub it, a gesture I've done to her a thousand times before but somehow, it's different now, and without really thinking, I find myself getting down on my knees. I lift her shirt above her belly and look at the soft skin pudging just over the edge of her pajama pants. It looks the same but I know it's not . Somewhere in there is a baby. Our baby. I find myself wondering how long it would take for this very same belly to begin to grow, round, strong, and beautiful. Just like that, I fall in love all over again and for the first time, I believe myself. We will be okay.