TWENTY-FOUR HOURS | Min Yoongi x Reader [✔]

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"I knew it was a bad idea to leave you alone with her!" Taehyung shouted from the other line. "You gave my poor baby nightmares," although you couldn't see him, you could imagine the pout he had on his face.

"Taehyung, I've been taking care of her for years," you spoke, softly smiling to yourself. "You staying with us during your break then leaving yesterday didn't change the fact that I'm her mother."

"Yeah," he mumbled. "But y/n-ah, I worry about the two of you. You're a lot younger than Jungkook, yet you're living on your own. You don't even have anyone to help you take care of her."

"Eomma don't need help!" your little one suddenly said as she pushed her now empty plate in front of you. "She take care of me since I was baby! And I'm big girl now! I know from Eomma how to take care of me!"

"It's true, Tae," you laughed at her attempt to speak. "The girl learned how to read one nursery rhyme on her own, and now she can take care of herself. Isn't that right, sweetheart?"

"Wes!"

Taehyung groaned and mumbled quietly to himself before talking to you once again, "Just - just finish up whatever you're doing and try to get some sleep. It's twelve in the morning for crying out loud, n/n. She should have been asleep hours ago."

"And she was asleep," you rolled your eyes, helping your daughter off of the stool she sat on. "She woke up from a nightmare. I didn't force her to stay awake."

"Then what's your excuse?"

"I," you paused and looked at your daughter, who had made her way to the living room and tried to climb on the couch. "I was only thinking about stuff."

"Y/n, it's been around three years," he let out a loud sigh. "You have me now, so there's no need to be thinking about that anymore. I'm right here. If you want me to come over-"

You drowned out his never-ending words as you picked up the plate in front of you. You slowly began walking to the dining room to collect the silverware you didn't bother to wash after dinner with Taehyung. It wasn't usual for you to slack on your chores; in these summer months, you never had the motivation to do anything.

You weren't being dramatic over the temperature or something so little. Your busy mind was simply flooded with thoughts and never-ending memories. All you wanted to do was stay wrapped up in your blanket, occasionally giggling to yourself when a good memory made its way into your mind. And if it were up to you, you would spend every day doing that; except, you couldn't.

You had to get out of bed every single morning, not for yourself but for your daughter. She was truly the only thing that kept you going, and you would do anything to make sure that little girl had a smile on her face. You and Taehyung gave her everything her young heart desired, yet there was still something lacking. You knew what it was; sadly, it was the only thing you weren't willing to do.

You pushed away from the thought of it and made your way back into the kitchen, "- you need to be here with me because -" you knew Taehyung was one to ramble on and on with you, but you weren't expecting him to still be on the line.

You shook your head and were about to cut him off when you felt a sharp pain in your torso. You were suddenly breathless as your head grew light, and the sound of the plates shattering and the clatter of the utensils didn't help with the obnoxious ringing in your ears. You reached out for a kitchen counter to prevent yourself from toppling over, but it was too late. You were already seeing black.

"Eomma!"