⁞ '✎ A reader insert story that portrays BTS members as classic love tropes in fanfiction writing.
: ̗̀➛ Namjoon as "best friends to lovers" / "college sweetheart" - COMPLETED
: ̗̀➛ Seokjin as "billionaire" / "secret identity" - COMPLETED
: ̗̀➛ Yoo...
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Disclaimer: This chapter will have explicit scenes containing BDSM. Once again, if that's not your preference, Yoongi's storyline is not for you. Enjoy!
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Feeling nervous was an understatement of the century.
You sat beside Yoongi, fingers twisting and untwisting with one another beneath the clothed table. Your expression probably resembled that of a scared child as you try not to feel the pressure of today's lunch. Yoongi is meeting your parents, something you tried to put off, but seeing that there were certain life altering events happening, you figured it was best to clue them in before your stomach gives away the secret before you properly can,
"Are they that terrifying?" He muses.
You give him a blank stare. Your parents were quite kind, sometimes too kind, but you knew this introduction could only go one of two ways–they either approve of him or they don't, and that terrified you for some reason. It's not that you needed their approval, but your hesitation was due to whether they'll accept the fact you're pregnant.
"They're nice people. It's just–they sometimes can be overbearing." You explain hesitantly.
Yoongi arches a brow at you. "Overbearing?" He questions.
You exhale a sigh. You had a hard time explaining to him how your parents are. Your father can be a pretty easy-going person, but often tends to talk about the oddest topics whereas your mother often tends to focus on when you'll get married. And considering the figurative bomb you're about to drop on them, she'll demand some kind of wedding in the near future–at least, that's what you're assuming.
"Are you sure you want to tell our families? I know how you're not too fond of yours and I guess–I'm afraid how mine will react." You comment hesitantly to which Yoongi grasps your hand in his and brings it to his lips for a quick and gentle kiss.
"If you aren't ready, we can hold off a little while longer." Yoongi supplies in a gentle tone.
He's not often one to coddle your hesitancy, but this wasn't a mundane indecisiveness on what to eat for breakfast. This is quite a life altering decision, one that you've yet to fully wrap your head around despite a week passing since finding out you're pregnant.
"It's not that I'm not ready." You begin, your voice holding a lilt of contemplation while adding, "I'm just worried how everyone will react. What if they get the wrong impression of you? What if they think we're making the wrong decision on keeping the baby? What if I really didn't give this enough thought? I mean, have you?"
Yoongi has reassured you, on more than one occasion, how he's okay with taking this step with you. However, there's a small part of you that knows he must have some reservations about it. Hell, you aren't even sure if you're cut out to be a mother yourself. He spares an amused expression your way. It's almost teasing in essence, which makes you think that you're overthinking the entire situation, but doesn't it warrant overthinking?
