A Beautiful Accident ✓

44.

It wasn't anything new for Yoongi to have a person in his studio. Especially having Heejae there.

Ever since they decided to be together, they were inseparable. Having worked together in the same space for almost a month, he didn't like having her away, the distance made him jittery. He had become clingy, much like Heejae kept telling him every day with a fond smile on her face. But she wasn't any better either.

He wasn't embarrassed though. If they had been together five years ago, maybe then he would be but now he wasn't. He had changed for the better and he liked himself as he was. He was considerably more comfortable in his skin than he was when they debuted and had tried to be someone he wasn't.

A part of that comfort was Heejae who sat in front of the keyboard and worked on her music. It mesmerized him to see her work, be it directing, editing photos and videos, or music. She shined bright in everything she did, her eyes burning with a passion that was similar to his and he was attracted to that, like a moth to fire.

She was serious about the performance she had promised her mother to do. The event was probably six months away but she wasn't one to do things at the last moment. She wanted to create a brand new piece for her solo and finish it before she started practicing with the singer two months prior to the show.

But then a thought struck him as his gaze landed on her body, clad in a simple shirt and shorts. She had been gaining weight steadily and though the baby was only visible on a monitor, it would be much more noticeable when the concert would happen. She would be nine months pregnant then.

His heart flipped at the image that formed in his mind. Butterflies took off in his stomach as he thought about her, holding her belly, gazing at it with that same soft smile of fondness that he sometimes caught her with when she stared at her belly in the mirror. She thought he didn't see her but he did and it made him feel nervous and ecstatic at the same time.

Gulping hard, Yoongi looked up, his eyes widening when he saw her looking at her. Her lips pulled up in amusement.

"What are you thinking?" she asked, the tune she had been working on playing in the background but he didn't hear it. He continued looking at her, noting the little imperfections on her face, a few scars, the laugh lines, the small mole right at the corner of her left eye. She was so beautiful.

"Yoongi," she called out softly, her hand brushing the hair on his forehead back. He didn't notice when she walked closer to him, dazed as he was. He couldn't care less though when she was within his reach to pull her on his lap, closing the little distance between them.

With a grin taking over her lips, she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, wiggling her bottom playfully as she got comfortable. It made him smirk as he tightened his grip on her thighs, stopping her from moving.

"Tell me what you are thinking," she implored him once again, bending down to kiss his nose.

"I'm thinking," he began, brushing his knuckles softly against her cheek, "you are going to look so sexy when the concert happens."

A surprised laugh left her lips, her head shaking in denial even as colour rose to her cheeks. "No, I won't," she told him. "I'll be big and fat. That's not what sexy looks like."

He hummed thoughtfully, letting his hand squeeze her thigh in a way he knew would melt her. "I beg to differ, Ms. Park," he said, satisfied with the darker shade of red that covered her cheeks now, her pupils dilated. "I think you'll be super sexy and you won't be fat, you'll be very much pregnant. And trust me when I say this, Heejae. Even if you feel like that, I'll make sure to change your mind every damn time because you are beautiful. Your heart is beautiful."