For Us

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Yoongi had arrived at his apartment quite late, he went out for some grocery shopping but gave up halfway through because he got tired. However, he was surprised to see his nervous landlord standing outside of his apartment with a note in his hands and 2 large suitcases.

Yoongi didn't get any notices about anything. He didn't want to jump to conclusions, so coughed to get the man's attention. He yelped and jumped away. Now, Yoongi could see all the sweat on his disgustingly head.

"What is this about?" He pointed to the suitcases. His landlord gulped and shakily looked at the paper. He coughed and wiped his nose with his hands. Yoongi cringed and backed away from him. God, he was so dirty. Yoongi was so lucky, he never touched him. 

"Mi-Min Yoongi, I-I am officially kicking you-you out of the complex. You ha-have... thirty minutes to leave or I'll call the c-cops." Yoongi clenched his fists. No 30-day notice, just 'you have thirty minutes to leave.' December 1st will go down in Yoongi history as one of the worst days to exist. "You-You have displayed a-anti social be-behaviour an-and have been a distract-distraction to other tenants..." 

"What," Yoongi said staring at his landlord. He scratched the back of his balding head, "I'm getting kicked out because of my omega pheromones." The landlord nodded.

"A-And my mo-mom wanted the space for her friend-" Yoongi had heard enough. Seriously, fuck this building. Yoongi grabbed all the things splayed outside his ex-apartment and went downstairs - he was quite lucky though, he barely had anything and it seemed like his landlord used a couple of his big suitcases to shove everything in. He did not need this shit today. 

He hauled all of his stuff downstairs and sat outside in the snow, dialling Namjoon's phone number. He was fighting the urge to go back up there and strangle that man for even daring to kick him out. Yoongi was a good neighbour, he greeted everyone and everything - he was kind and paid his rent on time. So what more did this greasy, mommy's boy want from him?

"Namjoon, please, come pick me up." Yoongi was huffing, signalling to Namjoon that something really bad was happening. 

"Jimin will be on his way, are you outside of your apartment?" Yoongi hummed. He ended the phone call and crossed his arms. He sat on both his suitcases and swung his legs while waiting.

So what, if a couple of snotty alpha's wanted a piece of him?

That made the cogs in yoongi's brain start to turn. Actually, this was good - that place was god awful and barely an apartment. There were cockroaches, some of his neighbours were wannabe gang members and his landlord kept raising the rent while doing nothing about the mould, cockroaches and occasional rats he saw. 

Not to mention, Yoongi was already staying at Namjoon's house a lot. Namjoon's house was a lot better, it didn't have cockroaches and had an amazing ambience.

"Hyung?" Wow, Jimin had arrived quickly or, maybe he was distracting himself by talking to himself. He got out of the car and opened the backseat for Yoongi. "I'll put your stuff in the trunk." Yoongi nodded and sat down in the back. Jimin was such a gentleman. He smiled and put on his seat belt.

"Well, that's all done," Jimin said as he closed the Range Rover trunk and got into the driver's seat. 

Just as Jimin was about to drive off, yoongi stopped him. "Wait! I want to do something." He rolled the windows down and stuck his middle finger out. "Fuck you!" He yelled out, laughing as he did so. He heard Jimin giggle too as they drove off.

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"Here's your hot chocolate, Hyung." Namjoon thanked Jimin as he placed Yoongi's mug on the table in front of him. Jimin kissed Namjoon's forehead and his cheek, making the omega giggle, before going upstairs. 

"So what happened? Yoongi, you seem upset and distressed. Please don't tell me something bad happened." Namjoon rubbed Yoongi's shoulder, and Yoongi sighed. 

"Well, I didn't get the job." Namjoon gasped, "And I got kicked out of my apartment or the shoebox I used to live in." Yoongi sipped on the chocolate.

Yeah, he seemed fine but he was holding back tears as well as he could, he knew that his composure was starting to slip and he knew he couldn't hold it. He sat back and crossed his arms, looking away from namjoon.

Namjoon put his head on the top of Yoongi's head and began to purr, so he could comfort him. The vibrations were enough to make yoongi shed a couple of tears. "Yoongi, I am so proud of you. You'e doing so well." 

Just that sentence was enough for yoongi to start sobbing into Namjoon's chest, his body shaking violently as he began to wail loudly into his chest. His head was pounding and his ears were pulsating. Namjoon rubbing his back while purring was helping a little bit but not enough. 

"Na-Na-" Namjoon shushed him and hugged him even tighter. 

"You can stay here, Yoongi. I just don't need you to talk right now." Yoongi could hear Namjoon's voice crack, meaning he was also close to tears. Yoongi's loud wails were soon reduced to small little hiccups and sobs. He pulled away from Namjoon, his face was red and he felt dizzy.

"Y-Yoonie... Please don't cry." Namjoon kissed his forehead. Yoongi sighed and rubbed his face, wiping all the snot on his hoodie before grabbing the mug and taking a sip from it.

"My hot chocolate gone cold, it's cold chocolate." Namjoon chuckled through his tears and rubbed Yoongi's back as he drank from the mug.

"Let's not think about anything bad right now," Yoongi nodded in agreement. He puts the cup down. "I have good news for you." 

Yoongi turned back to Namjoon, "I'm pregnant." Yoongi began to choke on the remaining drink. Namjoon quickly rubbed his back again as he spat the rest back into the mug.

"REALLY?" Yoongi's mouth stretches into his signature, wide, gummy smile and jumps back onto Namjoon. "I'M GOING TO BE AN UNCLE!" He yelled loudly before jumping around and dancing a little. Namjoon giggles and joins him.

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