Are You Cheating?

special chapter

Wow i still can't believe i have 100k and a rank in fanfiction (#776 or #767 idk man). This wouldn't have been possible if not for every single reader and i would sincerely like to thank each and every one of you. So here's two random facts and a special chapter to celebrate this milestone.

2 random facts:

1. This story was supposed to start with Yoongi and Hana already married.

2. It was inspired by Emergency Couple.

Btw happy Valentine's day too!

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2 years have passed and the feeling of Yoongi sliding my wedding band onto my finger is still fresh in my mind. As he held me gently and leaned forward before taking my lips,I felt like time had stopped and I was the most blissful woman on the surface of earth.

That's what every woman at the altar says.

2 years later,the lazy pig is slouched onto the couch,petting Suga as he eats his peanuts and throws them to the side. Dickhead.

"Hey,Dickhead. Why don't you just open your mouth and throw those shells inside since you're already trash?"I snapped,hands akimbo.

"Nah babe it's fine."he brushed me off,his eyes still glued to the television. I rolled my eyes and cursed under my breath. Why is that I still have to clean up after his mess?

For the past two years,our relationship has been pretty much the same. Bickering and literally just plain trash. He has developed the habit of waking me up by farting in front of my face in morning and let me tell you,it's a fucking atomic bomb. His reason for doing so is because I farted in his face that one time when he refused to let me go. It's been 2 years and I think it's fair to say Yoongi is the king of pettiness.

"Min Yoongi,get your ass up."I clucked my tongue.

"That's what I said last night."he snickered,wriggling his eyebrows in a creepy way. If he wasn't my husband,I would have slapped him.

I gasped and picked the pillow on the sofa being throwing it straight at his face. "You're disgusting,Min Yoongi."

"That's not what you said last night."

"Stop talking about last night!"I screeched,my cheeks flushed.

"What happened last night?"a voice from outside exclaimed and I sighed. The one and only nosy Park Jimin. I opened the door and he had the widest grin plastered on his face.

"If you give birth to a soccer team,I'm totally gonna coach them. For free,may I add."

"Stop advertising yourself,"Yoongi shouted from the back.

"Why are you here?"I questioned.

"I bought stuff for the junior."he whispered softly and passed me a bag of tonics. "Soccer team,pretty please?"

"In your dreams,Park Jimin. Thanks for this."I said as I held the paper bag.

"No prob,"he winked and soon he was gone.

"Where's Jimin?"Yoongi asked and I raised a brow.

"Oh so you get up for your friend and not your wife?"I gave him a challenging look and took a step forward.

"Yea,"he shrugged lightly.

I gaped dramatically,covering my mouth. "I married the wrong man."I said and shaked my hand. "Should have ditched you for that guy on the blind date."

"Oh,really?"Yoongi took a step forward,his eyes boring through me.

I smirked,knowing that I had irked him. "Mhm,"I said with a smile,grabbing his shirt and pulling him close.

"You've been super horny lately,honey."

"Did you just rhyme horny with honey?"

"Yes,"he announced proudly and I pushed him away,rolling my eyes. "I told you that if you made one more fucking rhyme,in just one hour,I would leave."

"Well are you gonna run? Because,I need you. "

I slapped my forehead. This is the type of shit I deal with everyday,everyone. "What's this?"he asked and took the bag from me.

"Wait no!"I exclaimed and tried to snatch the bag back but he tiptoed,making the bag out of my reach. "This is so not fair."

"It's fair to me,so."he shrugged. "Why are you so shady? What's inside?"

"I'll tell you later."

"Later is too long. How about now?" As he said that,he pulled out one of the bottles with a sticky note. "If you want a boy,drink this. Drink the other if you want a girl."he read off Jimin's note.

He stared at the bottle for a while,frozen,slowly digesting this note. He slowly turned his head towards. "Hana...are you pregnant? Like pregnant pregnant?"

"I was gonna tell you during dinner."

"Are you serious?!"he exclaimed with a bright smile. "Oh my gosh,how old is it?"

"3 weeks."I answered as he crouched down to my belly.

"No wonder you were heavier,"he commented and I smacked him on the head. "Hey baby,"he whispered softly,a little embarrassed. "When you pop out of your mom's vagina,I'll make sure you become swag like me."

"Yoongi!"

He ignored me and placed a hand on my belly,slowly caressing it. "It's like I can feel its presence."he squealed in excitement. "I can't believe I'm gonna be a father."

"Yeah I can't imagine it either."

"Um,offense taken."

"Um,offense intended."

"By the way,what's for dinner?"

"You know the answer,right?"