The day passed by as usual. Yoongi was busy with work while you were bullied in school. You stopped by the café to let Bela know that you are quitting for safety and let her know your contact and address. That night yoon-gi came back a little early to cook as per his promise. While he was parking his car in the garage, you saw him through the window and rushed to the door to greet him.
Before he could open the door or even knock for you to open it, you swung the door open and pulled him in. he closed the door behind himself and you threw yourself in his arms. He caught you on instinct and then you tapped your cheeks with a finger twice. He looked at you confused and then you pulled him by his tie and placed your cheeks on his lips. He opened his eyes wide and questioned you as he pulled away.
"what was that?" he said with a hint of anger.
You were scared of his anger so you used his weakness as an excuse, the child.
"um- actually I did some research and found that a romantic routine like this gives the mother a sense of security and that lift up the mood and good mood means better chances of conceiving and later on a healthy child." You said in a hesitant voice, stuttering at times.
"oh." He said, still confused and headed to the bedroom.
You let out a huge sigh and throw yourself on the couch.
He took around twenty minutes to come back and headed to the kitchen. You followed him and placed yourself on a counter while he chopped the vegetables.
"yoon-gi.." he hummed, telling you to continue.
"I told you about that routine thing right?" he looked at you and nodded. "well that's not the only thing in routine." He stopped his hands and looked at you in a questioning way. You got the cue and continued.
"the site said that routine should not be just greetings, like the couple must spend time together and convey affection. Like we bid farewell in the morning and now too, the greeting."
"what else must be done?" he questioned.
"well just like I said earlier the mother should feel that she is safe, her relationship is safe. So we can do things like um- please don't get angry....." you looked at him for a reaction but he stayed calm so you continued "like um- let start from the morning like greeting each other cheerfully, sharing pecks, kisses and hugs here and there, dropping her, I mean me to work, in my case school, kissing while bidding fare well, checking on each other though random calls, picking me up at the end of the day or kissing while receiving each other at the door, sharing about the day, hearty meal together, cuddling with watching something, exchanging words of love while doing- "
"sex" he said as he noticed that you were shy to speak the word.
"yes, and after care, and then cuddling while sleeping."
"will it help you conceive? How?" he was Hella confused.
"ï told you right the mother needs to be happy for a healthy pregnancy." He nodded like cute child.
"such kind of routine gives women a security that their husband loves them and that security, care and love makes women happy and happy wife means happy life." You said and shrugged.
He was done with the dinner while you both discussed the new routine. "fine I guess. I doesn't hurt to try something for benefit it has no loss." He said and you paced the plates on the dining table.
Just as decided, he and you shared your activities throughout the day. He skipped about his mafia business and you skipped about being bullying.
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FanfictionShe had only once experienced being loved in these 16 years of life. After she separated from her family or to say her brothers being the only ones she blurrily recalls as her family, it was her 'father' who adored her but unknowingly he pushed her...