My alpha | Yoonmin

Chapter 43

I'm cold, tired, and full.

But I'm happy that I managed to stay up pretty late, cause now I'll be able to stream Permission to Dance for at least an hour before I drop.

Why do I have to be 12 hours behind KST? 🥺😭

Damn timezones...

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January 16th
19/24 weeks

"NO! I WANT THE FUCKING WHITE AND BABY BLUE! NOT THAT NASTY CHAMPAGNE WHITE AND YELLOW! IT LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE TOOK A PISS ON BOTH!" I screamed, making Yoongi jump as he stood in the kitchen washing the dishes.

"Babe...they're napkins..." Yoongi mumbled softly, trying to diffuse my anger before I screamed at my wedding planner anymore than I already had.

"NAPKINS? JUST NAPKINS? DO YOU WANT TO GO TO OUR WEDDING AND USE PISS COLORED NAPKINS?!"

He sighed, opting to back out of the fight before it could fully start. "On a different subject, you need to go and get fitted for your tux. You need to have one especially made since you're pregnant, love."

"ARE YOU SUGGESTING THAT I'M FAT?!"

"No, I'm suggesting that you're beautifully pregnant with my pup and need a tuxedo that can accommodate the two of you."

"SO I'M FAT."

"No, love, you aren't fat. You're beautiful."

"NO NO, YOU THINK I'M FAT!" I screamed, forgetting that the wedding planner was still on the phone and could hear me screaming hysterically at him.

"Babe, are you sure you don't want any help with planning the wedding?"

"DO I ACT LIKE I NEED YOUR DAMN HELP?!"

"Yes."

"NO! FUCK YOU AND YOUR HELP! DO SOMETHING USEFUL AND MAKE ME A SANDWICH!"

"Babe you just threw up the sandwich I made you a couple minutes ago..."

"I DON'T FUCKING CARE! I'M HUNGRY!"

"I can make you something other than a sandwich, love. What do you want to eat?"

"A SANDWICH!"

He frowned. "Babe..." He said in a warning tone. "Something other than a sandwich. You don't need to be getting sick from throwing up sandwiches."

I screamed out in frustration, before I went back to snapping at the wedding planner about napkins and tablecloth, only to find the woman didn't even have us booked at the right venue.

"NO!" I screamed, making Yoongi flinch again at my loud tone.

"Babe, you're going to get us a noise complaint..."

"FUCK YOUR NOISE COMPLAINTS!"

As if on cue, there was a firm knock on the door. I snarled and jumped out of my chair, storming over to the door only to be intercepted by Yoongi.

"Nope. Go sit back down." He scolded, leading me over to the couch before he went to the door to collect the noise complaint we had gotten for my screaming.

"DON'T COME BACK!" I snapped at the security guard's retreating form. The guard gave me a nasty look whenever I snapped at him. Yoongi quickly led me back into the house, before he took my phone from me and wrapped his arms around me.

"Baby..." He mumbled quietly in my ear as he turned off my phone. "Let's try to relax for awhile, alright baby? No more wedding stuff for today. Just you and me, and our bed. Alright? I'll massage your feet and help you with that new pump we got. How does that sound?"