We're Not Speaking The Same Language. - Min Yoongi-

Hand Kisses.

Guess who's got a fic for Latina/Thick girls published???? I mean I'm sure you know who, but check it out! It's under the name: THICKEMS. Thanks 💕

UPDATE: wattpad is being shit and deleting each time I post so it's actually under some work and being fixed :/

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-So nothing special (boring)-

Saorsa's look~

I finished tying the knot on my laced heels and stood up from the bed. I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs. We were on our way to eat out since Yoongi burned breakfast. He was sitting on the sofa, feeding Kae. Hopefully this would keep Kaelan from throwing a huge fit in public. Yoongi turned to look at me. I felt his eyes studying me as I dug through the drawer for my keys. "You have-" I rolled my eyes waiting for him to complain about my outfit even though we have had this talk more than enough times. He continued. "..What is the American word for it?...Ohh thick. You have thick since the baby. I like it." I laughed as he struggled piecing the phrase together. That wasn't expected. "Thanks...Who taught you that?" I asked. "Jungkook." I snapped my head in his direction pretty surprised. I expected maybe Namjoon, but never Jungkook. "What? What does he know about that?" I asked. "Namjoon always teaches him new things." he said. "Oh that makes sense." I nodded as I checked the time. Yoongi sits up straight and began putting Kaelan into his car seat, strapping him up.

Yoongi's outfit (he looks dead inside, my type 👅 lmao)

I smirked as I watched him, knowing he was all mine. I was really nervous knowing this would be our first time out together with people aware of the fact that we are a thing. The paparazzi in America could be quite pushy and ask all the shit you didn't want them to, so I wasn't sure how he'd take it. Plus we'll have Kae with us so I made sure to text my full time bodyguard Jimmy to meet us at the restaurant that we were on our way to. I've seen what his "fans" we're capable of and I've received threats. I didn't let Yoongi know, but it got to me sometimes. "You wanna drive? I'm really tired." I told him considering I was up at 4am with our son. I dangled the keys in his face as he carried the car seat toward the door.  "Hm? I don't know how to drive in America!" He looked at me as if I was insane. I rolled my eyes "it's not that different." I mumbled. "I just got my license in Korea. I'm a terrible driver and I get anxiety on the road. You better get your ass in that driver's seat." My mouth hung open for a millisecond. I huffed as I locked the door and walked toward the car with the biggest attitude ever.