Nine

"Save her! God, please, help her! Don't let her di-"

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"-texting and driving-"

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"-blood pressure is dropping, 89 over 4-"

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"-head trauma, two cracked vertebrae, three broken ribs, fractured pelvis and internal bleeding-"

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"-coma-"

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"Code Blue! She's coding! Call Rapid stat!-"

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"-could be days or even weeks before she wakes up. We've done all we can. It's up to her now-"

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"-calm down. It'll be okay. She's strong. She wouldn't want to see you like this, Yoo-"

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"-ow you're sorry, Tae. I just need some time t-"

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"Yamin-In, come back. Yoongi needs-"

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"- I miss you, how long do I have to wait? How many nights do I have to pass

to see you? -"

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"-Yaman-In looks pretty today, don't you think-"

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"-don't cry. Give her time-"

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I feel heavy. Like I'm trying to wake up from the deepest sleep. I struggle to open my eyes but I finally manage to see blurred colors, one of them moving back and forth. Then, darkness once again.

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What is this thing on my face? It's annoying. I want it off. My arm feels heavy as I try to pull off whatever is on my face. I slowly open my eyes, trying not to fall asleep, again. I feel so tired. More than I've ever felt in my life. Everything is blurred. I can see something moving back and forth across my vision, just like before. It slowly all comes into focus and I try to make sense of where I am. I'm laying in a bed. The room is plainly decorated and painted a light blue. The lights are too bright and there's a window the size of the wall to my left. I see Mia asleep on a chair by the window. Namjoon is in the corner talking to someone in a long white jacket. Oh, it's a doctor. I hope he's okay. . . Yoongi, he's pacing back and forth at the foot of my bed. . . why-. . .oh. Oh! I reach for my belly but feel nothing. I throw the blanket off and look down. It's gone. Flat and sore. "She's awake!" Someone yells. I frantically grasp at my hospital gown, screaming, my voice cracking and hoarse. "We need help in here!" Peanut, I just need to see my Peanut. I fight to lift my gown, looking for my belly, vaguely noticing everyone trying to hold me down and calling my name. I finally see it. The long wound across my lower belly was stapled shut. My stomach is flat and empty. They're gone. My baby's gone. That's when I can finally hear the only voice I want to hear in the chaos and devastation. Yoongi. "Jagiya! Listen to me! She's okay! Peanut! She's safe!" I look up into his eyes, dark circles under his eyes. His skin is pale, cheeks sunken in, dark roots showing through his now faded red hair, stubble across his jaw and lip. He looks like he hasn't slept in days. I grasp onto his forearm desperately, "'She'? A girl?"

I scarf down some seaweed soup and kimbap as the nurse takes my vitals. The doctor is explaining my x-rays and CAT scans to Yoongi and me. I wanted to see my daughter first but they insisted on checking my health first. The sight of Yoongi looking so thin and sickly kept me from arguing about it. The doctor comes over to me, "It's best if you stay in the hospital another few days as we see how well you do. Play it by ear. Then you're free to go home and have home nurse visits. Now, ready to meet your daughter?" The nurse wheels in a medical bassinet. She hands Yoongi a tiny balled-up pink blanket in his arms and he lovingly looks down at the bundle as he walks over to me. Sitting down next to me, he leans over and places the little pink bundle in my arms and I cry. She's the most beautiful little being I've ever seen. Straight, soft, thick black hair, pale skin, pink pouty lips, chubby rosy cheeks, and big dark eyes, the same shape as Yoongi's. My tiny cherub looks up at me as she continues to suck on her mittened fist, "Hi, beautiful girl. I've missed you. I've waited a very long time to meet you, Peanut."

Yoongi wraps his arm around me and kisses my head. I feel unable to look away from my daughter now that she's finally in my arms, "Yoongs, how long have I been. . . asleep? Her skin is already smooth and she's chubby. Preemies are usually thin and wrinkly. . ." He looks at me, his eyes watering, "Three weeks and a day." Three weeks? I've missed three weeks? "Th-three weeks? She's three weeks old? Oh my god...Yoongi, I'm so sorry. I can't even imagine what you must've been going through." Tears run down my face and he quickly wipes them away, his own cheeks wet and tear-stained. He grabs my face and crushes his lips against mine. As long as we've been together, a kiss has never felt more emotional than it does now. The emotions from the traumatic experience we've shared come pouring out into that kiss with the thought that we came so incredibly close to losing our family in an instant. It stuns me to know I have lost weeks of my life when only minutes ago, I was witness to one of the worst arguments I have seen between any of the guys. I glance at Yoongi, observing just how much he has physically changed since that night, "Yoongi? I-I. . .What happened with Tae?" He looks back into my eyes, his own darkened with sorrow, "We're working on it. In retrospect of all that's happened, it was stupid of me to make such a big deal about how he felt. I should know better than anyone that feelings just can't be turned off because you will them to. I forgive him but it's just going to take some time for us to get back to where we were as long as that bit of doubt lingers in the back of my mind like a parasite." I lean my head on his shoulder, squeezing his hand, "I understand, take the time you need. Just now that I love you, Yoongs, and there's absolutely nothing that can change that. I know you'll both get past this. Your relationship is too important not to."

I'm feeding Peanut while Yoongi and I watch Gangnam Blues when the rest of BTS, Mia, Jenn, Bang PD, and our parents walk in. I thought Jenn would have flown back home by now. "It's about time you wake up! How can someone be so lazy and sleep for 15 days?" Mia punches Seokjin in the arm, "Jin! How can you be so rude!" Jungkook makes his way to the foot of the bed and plops down, "How's my sidekick? Do we finally get to know her name?" I look up at Yoongi, "You haven't told them?" He casually shrugs, "It needed to be both of us together." My heart melts all over again, "Everyone, we'd like you to officially meet. . . Armie."

Taehyung lingers behind the rest of the group, brows knitted in worry, eyes averted away from mine. My heart slowly breaks as I recognize the way his shoulders sag, heart-shaped lips slightly turned down in the corners, just like they do when he battles himself in his own head. I test my own suspicions when I call directly to him, "Taehyungie, want to hold your niece?" Instead of looking at me, he pretends, eyes focused on the space between my eyes, never quite connecting, "That's okay. She's sleeping too comfortably." Taehyung looks away, pretending to watch the movie but it doesn't sneak past me the way he seems to be holding his breath, fidgeting with his delicate bracelets. "Can everyone give us a moment? I just need a couple of minutes," I say, Yoongi doesn't budge, his eyes on me, mine never leaving Taeyhung. Taehyung makes to leave with everyone else, "Not you, Tae." He stops midstep, eyes wide staring back at me. Confident Taehyung won't try to escape, I squeeze Yoongi's hand, reassuring him, "Just a couple of minutes. It'll be okay." Eyes flickering to Taehyung, who is now staring at the tiled floor, Yoongi looks back at me, places a kiss on my forehead, and walks out after our family, the door softly closing. "Come sit next to me," I say, scooting over on the bed the best I can to make room for Taehyung. Taehyung slowly sits on the bed, his eyes on Armie as she sleeps against my chest. My heart then shatters into a thousand pieces as I watch him crumble, head falling into my lap, broken sobs bursting from his chest, "I'm sorry! I'm so fucking sorry! This is all because of me!" "Tae, of course, it's not! None of this is your fault! Look at me," I cry, my fingers gently threading into his hair, comforting him. He continues crying, shaking his head, fingers gripping into the sheets around my legs, "I did this. You're here because of me! We almost lost both of you because of me! If I hadn't been selfish, i-if I hadn't-If I hadn't-Oh, god, I'm so sorry, Armie. I'm so sorry.." I silently cry, fingers running through his chestnut hair until his heaving sobs dwindle down to soft whimpers, "Taehyungie, can you look at me, please?" Hesitantly, he slowly lifts his head before finally looking directly into my own red-rimmed eyes. My thumb caresses his cheeks, wiping away his tears as I take in the dark circles beneath his eyes, mirroring Yoongi's. The soft curve of Taehyung's once dumpling-like cheeks is now gone. I hold his face in my palm between my thumb and forefinger, "Taehyungie, I need you to listen to me, okay? I need you to listen and take it in because this will be the most important piece of information I will ever give you, okay?" He gives a nod, the tiniest whimper escaping his lips, fresh tears already welling over his lower lashes. I firmly looked into his eyes, "Tae, this was never your fault. If Yoongi and I weren't in the car that night, someone else could have been and they might not have been as lucky as us to make it out alive. Do you see this sweet baby girl? She's healthy, she's safe. We all are. No one could have predicted what happened. Whatever happened between you and Yoongi that night could never have predicted what would happen. Stop punishing yourself. I'm grateful to be alive to see my family come together so beautifully and you're a part of that family, Tae. You bring the pure-hearted kindness that we all need in our lives when we get caught up in our stresses. You cheer us up, you love us, you find goodness dwelling in every single soul. Losing that would be a far bigger tragedy than any accident. Let's just be happy, yeah?" Taehyung gives another sniffle before nodding, my arm wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer into a hug.

~Yoongi's POV~

"Hyung, it's time!"Jungkook calls, his head poking in through my dressing room door. I take one last look in the mirror, rechecking that my tie is straight. Hoseok's hands squeeze my shoulders, "This is it. Are you ready?" I look at him through the mirror, "I'm more than ready. I've waited four years for this day. Let's go."

I stand by the altar, waiting. I keep looking to my side, the rest of BTS, apart from Jungkook, and Jun Ki standing by my side. They smile back at me, encouraging me. I look out across the chapel. Across from the guys and I stand Emma's bridesmaids. Mia smiles back at me holding a thumbs-up. Friends, family, and staff quietly sit and whisper amongst themselves. Jungkook stands to the side, the camera already recording. Then, the music starts. The melody I created for Emma's entrance just months ago while she lay in that hospital bed plays throughout the chapel. A symphony of high and low notes played on the grand piano Band PD bought me as a gift. Everyone stands and looks toward the double doors at the back of the chapel, some leaning over or against each other trying to get a better view, but I have the best view of all. Standing in the doorway is my family.

Emma is breathtaking in a long white lace wedding dress, cut off at her shoulders with long, lace sleeves. She begins to walk down the aisle, her father by her side, a long lace train flowing behind her, and in her arms, against her chest is Armie, sound asleep against her heart, dressed in a little white lace dress with a lace headband around her head. Everyone stares as they slowly make their way toward me, her eyes never leaving mine. Her father looks at me, his eyes are red-rimmed and teary. He runs one hand over Armie's soft hair and kisses Emma on her forehead. He firmly pats my shoulder and nods, the understanding that I will now be the one to protect those most precious to him before I bow towards him in respect. He steps down to sit with his wife before the Officiant begins. I look at Emma. Soft curls frame her face. A simple old fashioned tiara sits on her head attached to a thin veil draped around her. Her makeup is lightly done, her smokey eye makeup and long lashes emphasizing her crystal eyes. She's beautiful. She's mine.

"My Emma, I can clearly remember the day I first saw you. You were laying in the grass, hidden away from the world. You looked at peace, comfortable, in your own world. Your hair spread out around you, the ray of light hitting your face. You were the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. I couldn't stop looking at you. I was infatuated. I felt like I was meant to be there, at that moment, just to meet you and now, I fall more in love with you each and every day. You challenge me and push my buttons like no one ever has before but you have also supported me, understood me, and loved me as no one has. You inspire me, motivate me, and give me a reason to keep pushing through the hard times. Now, we have a family. A beautiful daughter I hope grows up to be just as strong, resilient, and kind as you. You gave me a future I never thought I could have. For that, I'll always be grateful to you. I love you."

I caress her face, wiping her tears away. Armie stirs and opens her eyes, stretching her chubby arms towards me. I pick her up, holding her up with one arm, kissing her on her chubby rosy cheek. I grabbed Emma's hand, both of hers wrapping around mine.

"Yoongi, my love, you saved me. I felt alone, out of place, awkward in my own skin and life. I felt like I didn't belong so I didn't try to. I went through life wishing I were someone else. Instead, you crashed into my life and gave me a new one. You excited me, and made me realize there's more to see in the world. You showed me there's more than life in a small town. You showed me I can do anything I want to do, be anyone I want to be. You gave me dreams I never knew I had, motivation to better myself. Every single day, I strive to be a better person than I was the day before. You inspire me to be someone I can be proud of. You inspire me to be someone Armie can look up to. You're firm with me when I'm stubborn, unafraid to put me in my place but you're also patient and understanding when I just need a shoulder to cry on. You helped me become the person I never thought I could be in a dream I never thought could become a reality. All the while, never failing to show me how much you love me and why our family is worth fighting for. You, Min Yoongi, are my hero. My savior. My love."

The Officiant looks at both of us and then at Armie, teary-eyed before clearing his throat, "Does anyone object to these two getting married?" We look out across the chapel. Seokjin steps forward before Namjoon quickly punches him in the hip and pulls him back, the audience snickering. Good. "You may now exchange rings." Hoseok hands me the small white gold diamond encrusted wedding band. I lean towards him, handing Armie to him. He quickly embraces her, the biggest smile on his face. Squeaky aegyo sounds escape his lips while he plays with Armie. I turn back to Emma, lifting her left hand, "I promise to love you, cherish you, protect you, and stand by you through good times and bad, through sickness and in health. I promise to strive to always be the man you fell in love with and the best father I can be as long as our love exists." I slip the band over her finger before kissing her hand. Her hands are soft and warm as they hold my left hand, "I promise to cherish our love and our family, supporting you through the ups and downs. I promise to be your strength when you feel weak, your safe haven in times of chaos, and your hope in times of sadness. I promise to love you every day, more and more, for as long as our love exists." She slides a black platinum ring over my ring finger. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. Mr. Min Yoongi, you may now kiss your bride." I place my hands on either side of my new wife's face and lean down, her hands grabbing onto my hips. I close my eyes, leaning close to her face. She smells like sweet lavender, her skin smooth and soft. My mouth is close to hers, I can smell the sweet strawberry mint scent from her breath. I brush my lips against hers. Softly, until she's pulling my face against hers, crushing our lips together. Cheers and clapping erupt in the background as her tongue reaches into my mouth, massaging against mine, hot and delicious. I want to ravage her. I squeeze her body against mine. Then I remember where we are. Reluctantly, I break the kiss and reach for Armie. Together, we wait as our guests make their way outside. I lean over and whisper into Emma's ear, "I wanna hear you moan my name," a feeling of satisfaction when I see her cheeks turn pink.

We walk out of the chapel to a flurry of white and pink rose petals floating around us. Emma's fingers are interlaced with mine as Armie's chubby fingers reach for petals. Everyone cheers and shouts their 'congratulations'. A sleek, black, Maybach Exelero waits in front of the chapel for us. Hoseok and his sister, Da-woni, our designated babysitters, wait near the car for us. Emma and I kiss Armie before handing her over to them until tomorrow. I open the passenger door and help Emma climb in, holding her dress train for her as she settles in. Getting in the driver seat beside her, I look over at her, a smile across her face, "My wife." She looks back at me, giggling, "Yes, husband?" I feel happy. Finally getting to call her my wife, after loving her for so long. I kiss her once on her soft, pink lips before putting the car in gear and driving off.

Jimin's voice fills the banquet hall as he sings an acoustic ballad version of "Serendipity" for our first dance. Emma's fingers twirl in my hair as we sway back and forth on the dance floor, one arm around her waist, the other grasping her hand close to my chest, "Do you know how beautiful you are?" She blushes but laughs, "I would hope so. Either way, it's too late. You're my husband now so you're stuck with me. Even when I'm old and fat." I can't help but laugh, "Even when you're old and fat, you'll still be beautiful. If not, I'll just send you off to a nursing home." She quickly smacks my shoulder, "You jerk!" I laugh, grabbing her face and squishing her cheeks, "Of course, I wouldn't do that. I'm too lazy to drive there. I'll love you forever. No matter how old or fat you get, you'll always be as beautiful to me as you are at this moment." Leaning down, I kiss her pink, pouting lips.

"Bouquet throwing! It's time for the bouquet!" About 30 women and teenagers run out onto the dance floor. I stand to the side, watching the chaos with Seokjin, "Yoongi-ah, I'm so proud of you. You've come so far from when we first met. Now you're a husband and father. I've never seen you so happy before." I nod my head and look at my wife while she laughs and shouts towards the group of women, "It's because of her. She makes me happy. She pushes me to be a better man instead of feeling sorry for myself. She gave me a daughter. Because of her, I get to hear the word 'dada' every morning. This is what success feels like." Seokjin cocks his head to the side like he's considering what I said, "I hope one day to feel that same way. Until then, I'm happy with my life in BT-" Seokjin stops talking suddenly. Confused, I look up to see him staring. Following his line of sight, I spot a young girl holding the bouquet while jumping up and down excitedly. She has curled brown hair to her waist that flows around her with each jump. She's wearing a floral print dress with pink converse and a pink flower pinned in her hair. Seokjin's eyes are glued to her, even after her boyfriend shows up and kisses her. I pat his shoulder and walk away, not wanting to know what he just got himself into. Then again. . .I turn my head around toward Seokjin, "Her name's Xo. Thought you'd like to know."

"There's extra milk in the freezer. You know to put baby powder on every diaper change, right? And she hates the carrot baby food but she'll eat it if you mix it with the mango baby food. She's weird like that. Oh! And-" I grabbed Emma by the shoulders, bending my knees until she looks me right in the eyes, "They'll be fine, jagiya! Hobi, you got this right?" We stand by the Maybach, Emma holding Armie, not wanting to let her go. Hoseok holds his arms out, patiently waiting for Emma to hand over our daughter, "Yamin-in, we'll be fine. I've been around her for 5 months now. You know I'll do my best to take care of her and the guys will be there in case I need a second hand. Now, go and enjoy being married!" Emma's brows are knitted with worry over her first real night away from Armie since the accident, "But-" I lift our baby from her hands, "Let's go!" I hand Armie to Hoseok, kissing her forehead "Daddy loves you so much. We'll be back home to you as soon as we can. Don't mind mommy, she's just a little crazy right now." Teary-eyed, Emma kisses Armie before we climb back into the car.

I slip my hand into hers, "She'll be okay. It's just one night and you know how much the guys love her. They'll make sure she's taken care of." She squeezes my hand, "I know, I know. It's just, that it's our first night apart since I was in the hospital. I just can't help but miss her. I don't know how I'm going to sleep without her in our bed tonight." I look over at her and smirk, "It's our honeymoon and we haven't had a night alone in five months. Trust me, you're not getting much sleep tonight, anyway."

~Yoongi's POV~

"What are you doing?!" Emma giggles as I sweep my arm beneath her legs, lifting her, "Isn't this some kind of wedding tradition? Carrying the bride into the room?" She wraps her arms around my neck, laughing at whatever expression flashes over my face, "I don't know.. maybe? I think so but I think it's for going into the house together.." I can feel a bead of sweat slip down the back of my neck, "Ah.. well, you wanna hurry up and get the door? I'm not exactly the fittest guy right now." We finally make it into the suite before I almost drop her. The suite looks luxurious in white and mahogany furnishings. A bouquet of bright red roses and chilled champagne in a bucket sits next to a platter of the biggest chocolate-covered strawberries I've ever seen on the coffee table. An elegant card next to them reading:

"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Min!"

We hear a knock on the door. The luggage attendant brings our suitcases inside and I make sure to tip him extra before sending him off. I still don't understand why my wife has to pack so much for just one night, "I'll go run a bath. Don't take that dress off." Emma smiles and starts wandering around the suite, exploring. I find a large sparkling jacuzzi tub in the middle of a big marble bathroom. Large, wall-length mirrors cover the His and Hers sinks and the adjoining wall, across the jacuzzi. I find small bottles of scented oils, bubble bath, bath bombs, and toiletries on a shelf, along with soft white towels and two fluffy white bathrobes hanging on hooks. I begin to run the mostly hot water and pour in some bubble bath and a bath bomb. I've heard those things are popular lately so it must be good. I grab the champagne, glasses, strawberries, and two of the roses, bringing them back to the bathroom while the tub fills. I set the champagne and glasses on a small table next to the tub and lit some candles around the bathroom I found in the sitting room. The tub fills with light pink bubbles and the room smells like flowers. I pull the petals off the roses and sprinkle them over the bubbles before calling Emma over. She stands in the doorway, looking surprised, "Yoongs... you...wow." I grab her hand, pulling her into the bathroom, "I want this day to be special for you." Leading her in front of the mirror, I stand behind her, looking into her eyes through the mirror, "Do you know how beautiful you are?"

Kissing Emma's neck, I slowly unzip her dress down along her back, tracing my forefinger along her spine. She shivers, giggling, but leans her head back against my shoulder, biting her lip. The dress drops to the floor, revealing her white lace strapless corset, white thigh-high lace-trimmed pantyhose clipped to her garter. It's sexy and kinky and suits her so damn well, "You like it?" I smile at the sexy smirk displayed across her lips, "Mmm...too bad they won't last long." I kiss her neck and wrap my arms around her. My hand glides up her belly and over her breasts before I grab the thin ribbon bow keeping her corset together. I pull the ribbon, releasing it as the corset comes undone and falls to her feet. A thin pink scar about 4 inches long, sits just above her panty line. Emma quickly drops her hands over it, covering the scar, but I gently grab her hands, pulling them away, "Don't." I get in front of her, wanting to face her, "Don't cover it. You're beautiful." I get down on my knees, my hands resting around her hips, and kiss her scar. I plant tiny kisses along it before looking up into her eyes, "You carried our daughter in here. Don't be ashamed." I kiss her scar once more before I unclip her garter belt. Slipping a finger beneath her garter and white lace thong, I slide them down her silky legs before finally slipping off her pantyhose. I stand, grabbing her hand and leading her to the jacuzzi tub. She climbs in and leans against the edge, watching me undress, "I'm going to need you to save that tie." Pulling off my black tie, I hang it over the door handle, "Are you enjoying this?" Emma smiles innocently, "Oh, very much so. I could never get enough of you. You're just so. . .beautiful." Chuckling, I tilt my head, my eyebrow raised, "'Beautiful'? Not manly or sexy or even 'you're so hot I want you to step on me, daddy' but 'beautiful?" Stepping into the hot water, she moves closer to me, patches of pink bubbles covering her body, laughing, "Oh, baby, I never said you weren't any of those things, and trust me, there are plenty of things I want you to do to me." She crawled onto my lap, breasts pressed against my chest, "As you said, It's our first time alone in five months and I so desperately missed you, husband." She kisses me, wrapping her arms around my neck. My fingers softly draw lines up and down her back as she leans her head against my chest. I lean back, enjoying the moment alone together.

Grabbing a strawberry, I place it against her lips as she opens her mouth like an eager baby bird. She bites down on the berry, pink juice runs down her chin as she giggles cutely, "We should toast." I pour us each a glass of champagne and hand one glass to her, "To a beautiful marriage for the rest of our lives. Let's vow to always work hard for our family, for us, for Armie. To always cherish the good times, and work through the bad, together. Hand in hand. Let's never go to bed angry, but always with love." She taps her glass against mine, tipping her head back as she gulps the drink. The champagne tastes cold, crisp, and sweet. Emma sets her empty glass down and grabs a big white chocolate-covered strawberry, "Open." She holds most of the strawberry in between her teeth as she leans in against me, her body laying along with mine between my legs. I put my hands on her neck and jaw, pulling her in. Our lips wrap around the strawberry. Sweet juice, creamy chocolate, and the scent of champagne mix with our tongues. I bite down on her lip, hearing her gasp. I can feel her nipples harden against my chest, making my dick twitch against her belly, revealing how pathetically weak I am for her. My hands wander down her body, feeling every curve until my fingers reach her ass, firmly squeezing into her soft flesh. She runs her hands up my arms, squeezing my biceps, her body rubbing against mine. Her hips rock against mine, indulging in the sweet friction against my own swollen cock. She softly moans, lips trembling against my skin before suckling down on my neck, making me want to lose control, "Mmm..jagiya, not ye- Fuck. Not yet. We've got all night. Trust me, I plan on it." Emma let's go, pouting, "You can't turn me on and ask me to stop. No fair. Yoongi, you got no jams." I laugh as she turns back around, laying against me. Reaching for the shampoo, I pour some on her hair and begin to massage her scalp. She smiles, eyes closed, like a purring kitten.

~Your POV~

Warm water washes over me as Yoongi rinses out my hair. I grab the body wash, pouring some onto my hands. I start rubbing his body, washing while feeling every hill and bend of his lean muscles. Thanks to their upcoming tour and physical therapy for his shoulder, he's gained muscle in the last few months. My hands glide up his strong arms, across his broad chest, down his smooth tummy. I trace his "V" line over his hips. I can hear his breath hitch as my hands slip lower. I run my hand along his length, his breathing getting faster. His eyes close, head leaning back against the edge of the tub. His perfect pink lips drop open with a little "pop", and his tongue smoothly licks his lips, making them wet. Until he grabs my wrist, stopping me, "I'm clean enough. Now it's your turn." I put on my best pouty face, "Aww, just when it was getting fun." Still holding my wrist, Yoongi turns me back around, my body against his as we both face the wall-sized mirror. I watch through the mirror as he grabs the body wash, except this time, instead of lathering his own hands, he pours it onto my own hands. With his large veiny hands over mine, he guides my hands over my body. His warm sweet breath tickles my ear, voice rough and deep, "I want you to watch yourself getting turned on."

Yoongi guides my hands across my skin. It feels soft and silky, the scent of roses, lavender, and vanilla. Our hands rub over my breasts, kneading them, pinching my nipples. My soft pinkish brown buds harden beneath my fingers. Our hands intertwined continue lower, between my cleavage, down my belly, over my hips, and between my thighs. I shiver as he grazes our fingers over my skin. Our fingers get closer and closer to my core. I feel my own heat as my hand cups my sex. To say I have never masturbated would be a lie, but to do it in front of someone is a whole new experience for me. I look into the mirror, my cheeks are flushed pink. Yoongi looks into my eyes through the mirror, a smirk across his lips, "It's just us, baby. Don't feel embarrassed." My fingers rub between my folds, my smooth pink flesh feels hot. He guides my fingers around my clit. My breath escapes between my teeth as I begin to rock my hips back and forth, my fingers exploring every hidden crevice. Rubbing over and around my clit until it throbs, sensitive with every nearing touch. I let my eyes close, my head falling back as Yoongi continues to guide my hand. A hand grasps my jaw, "Open your eyes. I want you to watch yourself." Yoongi's voice is rough and cracked, seductive and heavy with lust. I look into the mirror, my cheeks and neck are flushed, breathing heavy and fast. Yoongi's eyes are dark and hooded, his tongue visible between his lips. I lick my lips at the sight of him. Looking at me through the mirror, he holds my gaze, suddenly pushing our middle fingers inside me, making me gasp, hot and wet. I grab onto Yoongi's thigh while he holds my face in place, making sure I watch. Tension begins to build in the pit of my stomach, gasping for air as I feel myself teeter on the very edge. He sticks a finger in my mouth, my lips wrapping around it, "I can't wait to fuck this pretty little mouth of yours." I come undone, overwhelmed by his words and touch, crying out as I uncontrollably squeeze my thighs together. Waves of pleasure come over me as my walls clench around our fingers repeatedly, riding my orgasm.

I lay back against Yoongi, tired and trying to catch my breath. He caresses my cheek with his knuckles, "I love how pink you get when you're turned on. All for me." I turn my face to look at him, "It's always for you. Only you can make me this way." He grabs the bottle of champagne, holding it towards my mouth. The cool, sweet alcohol fills my mouth, refreshing. He guzzles down more champagne before kissing me, never failing to make me weak. I turn around, laying against him. "Yoongs, how's it possible to love someone so much?" He gently grabs my face, looking me straight in the eyes, "I don't know if I deserve it but I thank God every day for blessing me with a love like ours. I love you. I always have. I always will."

Yoongi crushes his lips against mine, squeezing my hips to pull me tighter against him. I lean back, legs folded beneath me, "I want you up on the ledge." He looks at me, before listening to me and lifting himself onto the jacuzzi ledge. The tip of his cock is red and swollen, a pearl of precum nestled between his slit. My mouth waters, watching as the tiny pearl slips over the edge, my tongue swiping over my lips, ready for a taste. His dick twitches, bumping against his stomach, tempting me. Amused, I watch as the tiny pearl becomes a sticky web between his swollen tip to his navel. My hands hold onto his thighs, bracing myself as I move closer to him, looking up into his eyes. I stick my tongue out and lick up along his shaft. He licked his lips, watching as I wrapped my lips around his tip. I swirl my tongue over his head before I lower my head, taking him all in until I can feel his thick member stretching my throat. I hold my breath, trying to hold back a gag, as I take him in as far as I can. He gathers my hair, away from my face, holding it as I finally release him. A line of saliva connected him to my tongue. I let my spit run onto his head, rubbing it down all over him until his dick is glistening wet. A drop of pre-cum drips down. He watches me as I lap it up with my tongue. I wrap my mouth around him, deep throating him over and over, our eyes never breaking contact. He grips my hair, keeping my head in a steady rhythm as an erotic, sticky mixture of cum and saliva dribbles down my chin. Yoongi hisses between his teeth, body trembling, "Fuck. . ." He looks down at me, brushing the hair out of my face, "Keep it up and I'm going to make a mess of that pretty tongue. Let's go to bed."Placing a kiss on his leaking cock, I playfully pouted, "Maybe I want to be a mess." Yoongi gives me a breathy chuckle before helping me step out of the jacuzzi, wrapping me in a towel.

Lifting me into his bare arms, I wrap my arms around him, nuzzling my face into his neck. He lays me down on the bed, straddling me. He slowly opens my towel, pulling it away and throwing it on the floor. "Do you know how beautiful you are?" My heart skips a beat, "Yes..because you make me feel beautiful." I pull him down towards me, pressing my lips against his. His lips are soft and warm against mine. I can taste the champagne. He's intoxicating. His hands move up along my sides, tickling me, and making me squirm. His hands glide over my arms, giving me chills. He neatly fits his hands into mine, interlocking our fingers above our heads. He plants soft kisses down my chin, across my jaw, and down my neck. I feel hot. I squirm beneath him, rubbing my thighs together. My breathing gets faster as he kisses and sucks on my neck. He plants a kiss behind my ear before suddenly licking me up along my ear. Seductively, he whispers, a low deep growl, leaving me breathless, "I've got a surprise for you." Yoongi lifts up his wedding tie I hadn't noticed on the bed and wraps it around my wrists, tying them to the bedpost. I bite down on my lip in anticipation and it does not go unnoticed. Yoongi takes his thumb and pulls it down on my bottom lip, freeing it. "Don't tempt me. I could fuck that mouth all day." I kiss his thumb before sucking it in between my teeth, teasing him. He watches, licking his lips. A hiss escapes between his teeth. "You just love to be punished, don't you?" He reaches over to the nightstand, pulling out a long red strip of silk. Straddling me, he lightly runs the silk over my body. My belly twitches, making me giggle. For a split second, I see him smirk, "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" He laughs, "you have no idea. Lift your head, babe." He gently ties the silk over my eyes, being careful not to pull my hair. My world goes black, the graveled tone of Yoongi's voice only intensified, "Can you see?" I shake my head, "No...what are you going to do to me?" I can hear his breath catch as he smirks, "If I told you, where's the fun in that? You'll find out soon enough." The bed shifts as he climbs off the bed. I can feel myself getting wetter with anticipation. I rub my thighs together, trying to gain some kind of release. I hear him close another drawer before I feel his weight back on the bed, "Getting wet for me?" I lift my foot, reaching for him, "You don't know what you do to me, Min Yoongi. I always want you." Yoongi leans over me, deeply kissing me. His hand slides down my belly, lower. He cups my sex as he slides two fingers down between my lips. I can hear how obscenely wet I am between his fingers, making him groan. He shifts down lower between my legs, spreading them fully open until I am left as exposed as possible. His tongue runs up along my slit before he sucks on my clit, making me moan. I rock my hips to his rhythm, feeling his finger slowly curling inside of me. Each move he makes is skillfully calibrated between each twirl of his tongue and stroke of his fingers, making me cry out, desperately hungry, begging, ''Y-Yoongi, please...please. . ." Yoongi nips at the soft skin of my inner thigh, the blooming pain causing my hips to twitch beneath him, "How bad do you want it?" My head is dizzy, drowning in a sea of his touch, "So bad it hurts, I need you..please, Yoongs.."

I feel a warm kiss against the inside of my thigh before I feel a shift in the weight of the bed. Yoongi slowly pushes something smooth and hard inside of me. I gasp as it stretches me, gliding in and out, "Y-Yoongs...wha- Oh, my god. . ." It begins vibrating throughout my body as Yoongi thrusts it into my core, making me cry out for more. His hot wet tongue flicked against my clit at the same time. I buck my hips as the sensations make me lose control, every nerve-ending sensitive. He grips my thigh, trying to keep me in place as my hips buckle under every movement. Yoongi flicks his tongue and sucks while thrusting the vibrator faster and harder. I pull against the restraint, the tie biting into my wrists, "Don't stop-" My orgasm builds in the pit of my stomach. My insides quiver with the vibrations, "Just like that, don't stop. . ." He bites my thigh, squeezing me, pushing me over the edge. My body loses control, pulsating around the vibrator. Yoongi continues to thrust the vibrator while I ride out my orgasm over it, my juices running down his hand. I grip the tie, pulling on it as my hips continue to lift off the bed. I am left breathless, heaving with every shaky breath.

Yoongi places a hand on my belly as he pulls out the toy with a sloppy, wet "pop". He quickly reaches over and unties the tie from my wrists. He pulls the silk off of my eyes before grabbing my wrists, rubbing and examining them. There are pink rings around my wrists. He rubs his thumb over the marks, "I'm sorry, I think I put it too tight. Are you hurt?" I smile at him, "Trust me, that was my fault but I liked it." He smiles, kissing me on my forehead. I giggle at the cute gesture and push him over. I lay against him, kissing him. I can taste myself on his tongue. Yoongi brushes my hair away from my face, "You drive me crazy. I just can't get enough of you." He pulls me down, kissing me softly. I swing my trembling thigh over his hips, straddling him. Yoongi sits up, holding me against his warm chest, his leaking cock pressing against my core. He feels strong and sexy, one arm around my waist, the other threaded into my hair at the back of my neck. He kisses my neck, licking, and suckling until deep red marks are left on my neck. A mixture of pain and pleasure. A hand snakes up my belly before he starts kneading my breast, pinching my nipple and rolling it between his fingers. He sucks my pebbled nipple into his mouth, making me moan. My breaths begin to quicken their pace as I get wetter, dripping down between my thighs. I rock my hips back and forth, rubbing myself against him. Yoongi gasps, biting down on my nipple, causing my body to tremble against him. Finally, I can't take it anymore. Grabbing his shaft, I lower myself onto him. A low rumbling purr escapes his throat. Grabbing my hips, he lifts me up and down, taking all of me, once again.

The next morning, Yoongi parks the car in front of a house I have never seen before, "What's going on?" Yoongi helps me out of the car, my body still aching from the night before. Our friends are sitting on the front steps. Armie sits atop Taehyung's broad shoulders, pulling his hair. Seokjin sits on the steps next to Jenn, his eyes on our new friend, Xiomara, Yeontan happily in her arms while Jimin pets his soft fur. Mia, sitting on Namjoon's lap, is holding a homemade sign.

"Welcome Home, Mr. & Mrs. Meow Meow!"

"Yoongi.....what-..is... I'm... is this-" I stutter, my mind trying to make sense of the word "home". Yoongi laughs as he puts his hand on my waist, "Surprise. . ." He leans down, kissing me before pulling me forward. Everyone stands to let us through, giving us hugs as we pass by. I notice Jungkook is still wearing his suit from the wedding yesterday. I give him a questioning look but he just blushes and looks away. I'm not sure I want to know anymore. Armie clings to Yoongi's neck as he shows me around the house. It's a two-story modernized house but comforting and warm. He knows my taste in decor. There's a large living room with a huge U-shaped sectional couch, a big kitchen with an even bigger dining area where a 16-seat mahogany table sits, two bathrooms, a studio, a playroom, 3 guest rooms, a sunroom, and Armie's nursery decorated in light pinks, including a breathtaking fairy forest mural along the far wall. I walk through the master bedroom, observing the view of Seoul through the large windows. There's a walk-in closet and adjoining bathroom with an all-glass walk-in shower, double-sized bathtub, and "His and Hers" sinks. I run my hand over the soft silk sheets of the king-size bed before noticing another door. I look towards Yoongi, confused by the extra door. I turn the handle, gasping as it swings open. The room is covered floor to ceiling in rows after rows of books. The far wall is a floor-to-ceiling window with a sunbed sitting underneath covered in pillows and a folded throw blanket. I look around and find a desk stocked with stationery supplies, Bluetooth speakers, and even a small fridge and cabinet stocked with my favorite snacks. "Yoongi, this-this is amazing! I can't believe you did all this!" I say, wrapping my arms around his waist, reaching up to kiss him. "You need your own space sometimes. No one understands that more than I do," He says, kissing my forehead, Armie reaching for my hair.

I plop down on the couch, leaning my head against Yoongi's shoulder after everyone has left. He reaches for the throw blanket, covering a sleepy Armie against his chest in her favorite Pororo pajamas. I brush a silky soft curl away from her forehead, her long lashes laying against her rosy cheeks. "I'm happy." I look up at Yoongi, his head leaning back against the couch, eyes closed, "I'm happy, Em. Truly happy. Just like this." He slowly opens his eyes and turns his face toward mine, "I feel good with my life right now. Being here with you, having Peanut asleep in my arms, brothers that love us enough to work so hard to make sure we have the perfect home. . . This is happiness." I plant a kiss on his lips before standing up, reaching for his hand, "Let's get Peanut to bed. I need some husband time."

I lay in bed as Yoongi softly closed our bedroom door and turned off the lights. He crawls into bed against me, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist, the cool silk sheets against our skin. I feel his heart beating against mine, his soft breathing almost a purr. He lightly grazes his nails up and down my back, giving me chills. My heart picks up speed as all these different sensations hit me in the pitch-black darkness of the room. I snuggle tighter against his chest, wanting to be consumed by him. I need more of Min Yoongi. I'm greedy and insatiable. I kiss his chest and hear his breath hitch. I kiss him, again and again. His collarbone, his neck, under his chin. His breathing is getting faster in the darkness. I place my hands on his hips and trace his "V" lines before grazing my nails along his waistband. A small groan comes from deep within him, sending shivers across my skin, "I love you, Min..Yoon..Gi. . ." I'm suddenly on my back, hands pinned above my head, Yoongi's body completely against mine. I spread my thighs, welcoming him once again.