Seven

"We have something to tell you."

All of BTS, Bang PD, their managers, and Yoongi's family sit around the banquet table snacking on hors d'oeuvres and drinking wine, mine untouched, as we wait for our meals to arrive. I nervously look over at Yoongi as he squeezes my hand in support. He stands up, pulling me up with him, "Mom, dad,. . . Everyone, we're having a baby." Everyone is collectively silent while Hoseok jumps up and gives Yoongi a hug. I open my purse and pull out the little ultrasound we received the day before, " Eomoni . . ." Yoongi's mother looks at me with a stunned face and takes the picture in her hand. She stares at the picture and runs her thumb over the peanut-shaped baby, tears falling down her face. "Yaman-In, how far along are you? When will you find out what you're having?" Mia asks. Everyone passes around the ultrasound, excitedly congratulating us. Everyone except his parents. I sat back down after giving my last hug to Taehyung, "I'll be 6 weeks along tomorrow. The doctor said we could find out in 8 to 10 weeks." "Wow, I can't believe hyung 's going to be a dad. Appa Yoongi," Jungkook says, huddling closer to Jimin, staring at the ultrasound. Seokjin is laughing with Bang PD, "Yah, PD, you better start getting baby stuff for your office so you can babysit every time you and Sung Deuk make us practice those ridiculously hard routines."

His parents are still quiet and I don't know whether to approach them or not. Yoongi kisses me on the forehead and walks around the table to his parents. The food arrives and Seokjin is the first one to grab a plate. He piles enough food to feed a family on one plate and sits it down in front of me, "Here, Yaman-In. You need to eat. You're eating for two now." Jimin looks at the plate and laughs, "Two? Two what? Cows? Why'd you give her so much for a peanut baby?" "Because that baby is going to grow up to be Bangtan's 8th member so it needs its strength," Seokjin protests. Namjoon laughs, his arm resting around on the back of Mia's chair, " Hyung, you say that like the baby's going to come out dancing choreo." Jimin chimes in, "Bultaoreune is going to be their first word!" I'm laughing at the boys' banter when I feel Yoongi's arms wrap around my waist, "My parents want to talk after dinner. I invited them over to the apartment for tea after. Is that okay?" I'm instantly nervous. I grab my glass of water, wondering what they want to talk about, "Sure but why? Is everything okay? They're pissed, aren't they?" He kisses my forehead softly, "Don't worry. It's not good for the baby. They just want to talk about marriage." I instantly choke on my water, coughing and spitting out, "M-marriage?! Why?!" Everyone stops what they're doing to stare at us. My face feels hot from embarrassment,"Sorry, everyone. Please, keep enjoying yourselves." I lower my voice and move in closer to Yoongi, "Marriage? Why?" He smiles and places his hands on my lap, "They want us to get married now that we're having a baby. They said it's the right thing to do." I turn in my seat to face him, my hands on his knee, "Yoongs, we can't just get married. Plenty of people have kids without getting married. Even celebrities here in Namhan." He sets his glass down, "I think we should. I want to marry you." I feel cornered, smothered. Is this Yoongi proposing? I shake my head. I can practically feel the walls building as I speak, shutting myself in, "Not now, not like this." Yoongi grabs my hands, the room suddenly quiet, "My love, please, marry me." I look at Yoongi and then around the room, hot burning tears running down my face, "No."

I run out into the cool night air, struggling for breath as my anxiety takes over. I can not stop crying, panicking over what just happened. How did I end up here? How could a dinner surrounded by family and friends turn out this way? I love him. I love Yoongi. Why couldn't I just say "yes"? What if his parents hate me now? "Breathe! Calm down!" I shake my head and realize I'm sitting on the ground, Yoongi's brother, Jun Ki, is in front of me holding my face, "Just breathe. In through your nose, out through your mouth. That's right. In, out, in, out. Breathe." I do as he says until I finally relax, a weight lifted off of me. "Better?" He asks. He has Yoongi's eyes. I nod my head, "Mhm, yes..thank you." He brushes a lock of hair away from my face, "Let's go for a walk." I pick a table by the cafe's window as Jun Ki orders our drinks. I see my reflection in the window. I'm a mess. Inside and out. I just want to cry, again. Yoongi asked me to marry him. A moment I have dreamed of and it only happened because I'm pregnant. Jun Ki hands me a warm steaming mug, the froth on top white and creamy. I take a sip and it's warm, smooth and comforting. White hot chocolate. Jun Ki places his coffee cup down, the smallest bit of froth on the peak of his lip, "Yaman-In, what's going on in that head of yours? Do you not want to marry my brother?" His brows are creased with worry. I shake my head, "It's not that. Of course, not. It's just. . . why now? It's already going to be hard for Yoongi when the public finds out we're having a kid but marriage is just going to add to that. We didn't choose to have a baby but we can choose to get married and I can't force him to marry me just because I'm pregnant. I can't do that to him. When he proposes, it should be because he's ready to and wants to, not because he's told to or feels obligated." He considers this for a moment before sipping his coffee, "Yaman-In, you're going to make a great wife someday. Just, hear him out. Talk to Yoongi. Listen to what he has to say and work it out together. You're going to be parents now so everything you do will affect the baby. You both need to talk and work these things out together. Tell him how you feel about it." Tears swell in my eyes, threatening to spill all over again, "But Jun, what if he loses fans and this ruins his career?" Jun Ki grabs my hands, "Yoongi is a smart man. He's strong. Have some faith in him." I nod, "Okay." Grabbing his coffee cup, Jun Ki stands and holds out his hand toward me, "Good. Come, I'll walk you home."

I get home to find Yoongi sitting at the kitchen table talking on the phone, "Thanks, hyung ." He hangs up and looks up to find me in the doorway, instantly rushing over to me. He grabs my face, kissing my forehead, "Are we fighting?" I place my hands over his as he cradles my cheeks, "Oh, god no! I just felt overwhelmed and needed some space. I just... We haven't even come out publicly yet. ARMYs don't even know yet. When they find out you're going to be a dad, it'll be...I just.... I do want to marry you but I want it to be because we're ready and want to. I don't want a shotgun wedding because I'm pregnant and you feel like you have to." He looks into my eyes like he's studying me and nods, "I understand. We'll talk more tomorrow. Right now, you need to eat. You barely got to eat dinner and Peanut needs to eat." "Huh? Peanut?" I ask, finding the nickname charming. Yoongi laughs at my confusion, "Jimin kept calling the baby 'Peanut Baby' so now the baby's been nicknamed 'Peanut'. I guess it stuck."

I lay in bed, stuffed from the meal Yoongi made me. "Did you eat enough?" Yoongi asks as he lays beside me, hand on my abdomen. Lifting my shirt over my stomach, I show him my bloated belly, "I'm so full! You keep me well fed." He rubs my belly, a smile on his face, "And what about you? Did you eat well, Peanut? Appa 's a great cook, right?" He scoots down on the bed and lays his head on my belly, "Peanut, I can't wait to meet you." I run my fingers through his hair, "Are you really this happy about having a baby?" Yoongi presses his lips softly against my navel, "I always wanted my own family. When I found out, I got scared. I wasn't prepared and felt like I couldn't be a good father but I still wanted this. This is our baby. You and me. Forever. I love this tiny Peanut." He kisses my belly again and rubs his hand over it. I continue playing with his hair as I watch him running his fingers across my belly, "I think we should move in together. It's time." He kisses my belly once more, "I love you..both of you."

I wake up to an empty space beside me. I stretch my arms, feeling around for Yoongi but no sign of him. I get out of bed to pull open the room darkening curtains, instantly blinded by the sun. I groggily shuffle to the bathroom when I notice a note left on the nightstand:

"Had to work. Didn't want to wake you. Meet me at the dorm at 12 noon for brunch. Bring your jewelry box with you. I love you, Yoongi"

My jewelry box? Confused, I look at the clock and determine just how much time I have to get ready. I picked out a light yellow sundress and white Toms slip-ons. I take a nice warm shower and put on a quick swipe of mascara, eyeliner, light pink blush with a dab of pink lip tint. I tie my hair up with a yellow ribbon and curl the ends. 11:13. Grabbing my jewelry box, I decide to leave early and stop on the way to the dorm for a pudding iced milk tea. Arriving to the dorm with a few minutes to spare, I find a note taped to the door with a long-stem rose attached:

"Head to the roof."

I step out onto the beautifully turfed roof to find bouquets of roses decorating the roof. A path of red rose petals laid out into a path, a small sign with a hand painted arrow stands by the closest bouquet pointing the way. I follow the path of red petals until I finally see him, my Yoongi. He stands in the middle of a circle of roses, wearing an all black tuxedo, his freshly colored red hair parted and groomed. He stands beside a big chalkboard. Pictures of us pinned along silky gold ribbons hanging across the board. Right in the middle is our Peanut's first ultrasound picture. A small table is set up in front of the chalkboard with glasses of water and orange juice and plates of fruit, eggs, bacon, sausage, fresh croissants and crepes. He steps forward, holding his hand out towards me, " Jagiya , come." I grab his hand and he pulls me in closer, "I know you're anxious and worried about me if we get married but I didn't ask you to marry me because of my parents. I asked you to marry me because I love you. I left for Seoul against their judgment even though I knew I was broke and would suffer but I did it anyway for my music and fought for where I am. I would do the same for you with no hesitation. I'm prepared for the backlash when we come out to the public but I don't care what others think about us. Fans will be happy for us and support me, those fans that don't are not fans to begin with. My career will be fine. No matter what, I won't quit so don't worry about me. Just continue to be by my side and I'll continue to be by yours. I have loved you from the moment I met you. Laying on the grass, hidden from the world, you looked so peaceful, beautiful. I knew I wanted to marry you after that first night. That's why I continued to work hard. To make a life you could be proud of. Now we have Peanut and it's the happiest moment of my life."

Yoongi takes the jewelry box from my hand, opens it and holds it in front of me, "It took me weeks to make this between schedules. I stood to the side of the auditorium just to watch you cross the stage and receive your degree. I'm still so proud of you. I didn't want to interfere with your life but I couldn't help myself. The heart, pull back the velvet." Tears fill my eyes, my hands shaking. The heart? I look around the heart-shaped compartment, feeling the velvet until I find a small velvet tab I never noticed before. Pulling the tab, the little compartment slides over, revealing a hidden compartment and there lays a ring, "Oh my God!" It is a white gold, halo ring with tiny diamonds surrounding the largest 3 carat pink diamond I have ever seen in my life. He pulls out the ring and sets down the box before kneeling down on one knee, "I've always known I wanted to marry you. I was going to wait for your birthday but I couldn't wait any longer. With Peanut on the way, I want us to get married as a family. Nothing would make me happier than to call you my wife. Emma, will you marry me?" Tears stream down my face and before I know it, I'm throwing my arms around his neck, " Yes !" Yoongi slips the ring on my finger and wraps his arms around my waist, leaning his head against my belly, his voice cracking with emotion, "Did you hear that Peanut? Mommy said 'yes'." He plants a kiss over my belly button before standing up. With his hands cradling my face, he kisses me. Passion and love emanating from his kiss. Soft lips and warm tongue, my head is swimming with nothing but Yoongi. My fiance .

I look at my ring for the millionth time. It's dazzling in the sunlight, "I can't believe this. Was this really in the jewelry box all this time? You really knew you wanted to marry me back then?" Yoongi laughs as he grabs my hand, looking at the ring, "To be honest, I think I wanted to marry you since you embarrassed me during that fan meet the day we met. You challenged me and weren't afraid to speak your mind against me, even though you were a fan and knew who I was. You're brave and bold. You infuriated me but I knew I needed to see you again. I needed you in my life." I laugh, remembering how much we fought at Kcon that day, "You really went to my graduation? You left this with me all this time. What if I decided not to wait for you or threw the box away? I had no idea who it was from." Yoongi rubs soft circles over the back of my hand, "I left it with you because it was my way of leaving my heart with you. I designed this ring and had it made especially for you. Whether you waited for me or not, you had my heart. If you decided to throw it away, I would've just had to make a new one." My heart melts. He put so much thought and love into this beautiful ring and jewelry box, I'm so happy I decided to keep it. I knew it felt special, "Yoongs, thank you for being so good to me. For loving me and giving me this life. For making me the happiest I've ever been."

Yoongi holds my hand as I look over to all the pictures of us hanging on the chalkboard. Selfies and candid shots while hanging out with the guys, even pictures of me sleeping with Yoongi making faces at the camera. There are even pictures from Kcon. I'm kneeling at the table in front of Taehyung and Yoongi is watching me. Another with me kneeling in front of Yoongi, awkwardly looking at each other. Then right there in the middle is Peanut. Our Peanut.

I rub my lower belly just as a waiter appears carrying a small round tray, "Coffee and dessert?" He sets down two lattes and a thick slice of vanilla bean cheesecake decorated with chocolate shaving, sliced strawberries and "Congratulations" written in chocolate. I smile and thank him as he sets the plate down with both lattes in front of us and takes away our finished dishes. Yoongi spoons a mouthful of cheesecake and holds it to my mouth, "Open up, babe." He feeds me, his beautiful gummy smile shining in the sunlight. I lick my lips, savoring the sweet dessert, "This is amazing, Yoongs." Yoongi bites his lip and pats his lap, "Come here. Come sit with me." I don't hesitate for a second. I walk around the table and sit across his lap, wrapping my arm around his shoulders. He feeds me another bite of cheesecake and grabs my hand, playing with my ring, "This looks beautiful on you. I'm so happy right now. It's surreal. A wife, a baby... I'm so grateful. Thank you for saying yes." He looks up from under his full lashes, his eyes hooded over. He's beautiful, perfect, and incredibly sexy. I lean down and kiss his warm lips, "I could never get tired of telling you how much I love you."

Yoongi wraps his arms around my neck and waist as he moves his tongue against mine, gaining pace. He tastes like strawberries and chocolate with a hint of coffee. He's seductively tasty. Chills run through me at the sound of him softly moaning into my mouth, his groin hardening beneath me. My chest heaves, trying to catch my breath as I dig my nails into Yoongi's forearm, head swimming in lust. For a moment, he hesitantly breaks the kiss, breathing heavily as his deep voice vibrates against my lips, "I just want to make love to you, right on this table. I want to hear you moan my name so fucking loudly everyone will know you're mine." I feel myself already getting wet, his words turning me on. He puts his hand on my thigh, slowly sliding it up my dress. My heart's racing, already impatient to have his body against mine, "Y-Yoongs, we're in public. What if s-someone comes up here?" He grabs the back of my head and bites down on my neck before running his tongue across my neck, "let them." He continues to move his hand up my thing until he reaches my panties. He rubs his fingers against my panties, pressing into my folds before slipping two fingers inside of me. I can hear the obscenely wet sound as he pushes his fingers in deeper, making me moan, "You're already wet for me. Good girl." Yoongi puts his mouth against my neck, biting and sucking, his fingers thrusting into me while his thumb rubs against my clit. His hot, wet tongue softly licking his bite marks. His tongue swipes up along my earlobe, his teeth tugging at my soft flesh. My heart is racing, my breaths are getting faster, and my legs are beginning to shake. I let my head fall back, moaning uncontrollably as I grind my hips against his hand, "D-don't stop. That feels so good, fuck . . ." I hear him growl, "You love it, don't you? Feeling me fill you up, no matter how you get it. So needy and wanting. Such a pretty little insatiable angel. Baby, look at me. I want to watch you while you cum. Open your eyes." I lift my head and meet his gaze. His eyes are dark and seductive, his tongue peeks out from between his lips, a sly smirk letting me know he loves to see me unravel. He's hard, pressing against my hip. The thought of him naked and fucking me in public gives me a thrill I never knew I needed until now. The thought is enough to throw me over the edge and cum around Yoongi's fingers. My body arches and I cry out, reaching down to push his hands away from my now overly sensitive core. He relentlessly continues to grind his hand against my clit, his fingers still inside me. I can't help myself as my body bucks beneath his touch, just as needy as he always knew. Any longer and I would fall to my knees, begging Yoongi to shove his cock down my throat, "Just fuck me already!" With that, Yoongi gently moves my legs off of his lap and helps me stand as he does the same. He swiftly pushes the dishes on the table to one side. Grabbing me by the hand, he turns me around and bends me over the table. I grip the edge of the table, Yoongi's long, slender fingers intertwined with mine. He relentlessly pounds into me, kissing my neck. His sweet, hot breath faintly caresses against my ear, "Jagiya, I only want to be yours ."