Best of Me: A BTS FF

Chapter Eight

Yoongi's POV:

I was in agony as I waited to hear news about Taeyeon and the baby. Hours went by without news. It was after midnight when a man came over to me. Something about him made me want to attack him, but I couldn't understand what. At least, not until he spoke.

"Suga of BTS, waiting in the maternity ward," he started. "Waiting for your bastard step-child?"

I got up so I was face to face with him. Outside of Big Hit and Dr. Son, only Jimin's parents knew about the true paternity of the father. That's when it hit me. He knew because he and some of his friends had to have been the ones to rape Taeyeon.

"You're one of the students who attacked, Taeyeon," I said to him, not asking, stating it. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Curious to find out if that baby is mine... Missing the feel of Taeyeon..." he started before I punched him, leaving him staring at me in shock. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"

"I'm Taeyeon's husband and father of that baby," I told him. "Now, if you know what's good for you, you'll disappear, never coming near Taeyeon or our baby. Tell your loser friends, too. If you don't, there will be hell to pay."

He laughed at me. That was a bad move. However, standing in a maternity ward while Taeyeon and the baby still haven't had any news, I knew I couldn't hit him again.

"No judge in Seoul would put me or my friends away," he boasted. "Our families are too influential."

"You really think you're untouchable, huh?" I asked and he nodded with a smirk on his face. "You're not the only one here with influence in the government. BTS was invited to speak at the UN, our profits help to stabilize the Korean economy, our popularity has made the country be looked upon favorably, and brought enormous amounts of tourism. You think I have no influence. At least mine is by my own merit, not because I'm riding eomma and appa's coattails."

I smirked at him and his smile faltered for just a second.

"Just because you're some pretty-boy idol doesn't mean that you'd be able to pull it off," he scoffed.

"I'm much more than some 'pretty-boy idol,' as you say. I may have my own influence, but who said anything about court or jail, anyway," I said, smiling at him. "This so-called pretty-boy was born and raised in Daegu. I survived there to become what I am now. Do you really think I need the courts to make all of you disappear? Because if you don't leave right now, that's what will happen. I will make you disappear then hunt down your idiot friends so they can join you. Now leave, and don't ever darken our lives with your presence again."

He looked nervous. He was a boy from Seoul. Probably lived in Gangnam or some other wealthy area. Finally, he realized he couldn't just do what he wanted in this situation and turned to leave.

"One more thing," I said, grabbing his arm and pulling him close to me. "If you tell anyone about any of this, you and friends will still have hell to pay."

I let him go and he rushed away, fear in his eyes. For a few minutes, I felt calmer. Then a nurse came over to see me.

"Mr. Min, I have some paperwork you need to sign," she said to me.

"Does it have to be right now? I'm still waiting to hear about my wife and daughter. It's been hours," I replied.

"Well, I'm not sure about your wife, but your daughter is in the neo-natal ICU," she said. "I just need you to sign this paperwork and then I can bring you to see her."

I was relieved to hear the baby was still alive. She handed me some paperwork to sign. The last form was the birth certificate. I saw that there was already a name for the baby on it.