Eight [BTS FF]

A Good Day(?)

Soon after the party is over, Kennedy, my brother, and their children leave and return to their new home, which is just down the street from ours.

Contrary to me, Kenny will be having her second baby boy.

I take the elevator back upstairs, along with my boyfriend, who has all of our gifts.

The only people who knew that our baby was a girl were Namjoon and Jin, who went out of their way to secretly buy girly gifts for us, instead of the neutral gifts everyone else got us.

We were given practical things, like clothes, diapers, and even a white crib from my brother.

We were extremely appreciative.

"Babe," Yoongi says.

I look up at him, and to my complete surprise, he's crying.

"What's wrong?" I ask, holding his hands as we sit on our bed.

"Nothing. It's just," he starts, "we're having a baby girl. I'm really happy."

I smile in relief, and soon enough, I'm crying too.

I hug him, rubbing his back as he cries some more.

After he calms down, he tells me he has something important to talk about.

"What is it?" I ask.

"I was wondering...if it would be okay..for you to move in with me," he says nervously.

"Aw, baby! I already did, remember? I moved into your room 3 weeks ago!" I explain to him.

"No, Remi. I mean, I wanna be with you. I wanna..buy a house before the baby is born, so we can live there together. Our little family," he says.

I feel tears form in my eyes.

"You..wanna be with me? What does that mean?" I question.

"I-I mean..I was hoping we could..get married someday. N-not immediately after our princess is born! I mean we could of you want to, but i-it's whatever you wanna do," he says nervously, scratching the back of his head like he does when he's nervous.

"Aww..baby. Of course I wanna get married. I just..didn't want to force or pressure you into marrying me," I confess.

"I love you, Remi. And I promised you when you were only a few weeks pregnant that I would be here for you and this baby. I'm not going anywhere," he tells me.

Soon enough, I'm crying again.

This boy and his loyalty.

What did I do to deserve this?

"You are..so amazing. Yes, Yoongi. I will move in with you, and I'll promise you," I say, wiping his tears,  "that one day, you'll call me your wife."

He flashes the cutest gummy smile I've ever seen, hugging me tight as if he never wanted to let go.

"Be careful, you'll hurt her!" I say, giggling.

He smiles, rubbing my belly.

"Hi, princess. It's daddy. I'll see you soon," he talks to our baby.

(A/N: Oml so soft I cri)

We walk out of our room, hand-in-hand, only to find Namjin, crying outside our door.

"I'm sorry, guys! We couldn't help it," Jin apologizes, wiping his tears.

"Yeah, we're sorry. Congratulations on getting married someday!" Namjoon says, hugging me.

"Thank you, we're still trying to figure it out," I say, looking down as my face flushes red.

"But you guys are moving out? Noooo!!! Who will play Fortnite with me?" I hear Taehyung cry from the corner.

"You too?" Yoongi asks.

"Tae, as much as I love you, I won't have much time to play Fortnite when our baby gets here. And we have to look for a new house soon, so we'll be extra busy," I say consolingly, hugging him and rubbing his back like I did to Yoongi.

"Hey! She's my future wife and she's carrying my baby! Give her back!" Yoongi pouts, whining like a 5 year old.

"Yoongi!" I say, running back into his arms.

"What is with all the racket?" Jimin walks out of his room with some pajama pants and a tank top on, only to have Jenna follow him, holding his hand.

"And what's this nonsense that you're moving out? I just moved in!" Jenna whines.

I walk over and hug her.

"I'll visit! Besides, you and Jimin were secretly dating for months, so don't you tell me you're upset! You should have told me!" I pout, hugging her.

"Well..we kinda decided that we don't want to date anymore.." Jimin says, my heart breaking at the words leaving his mouth.

"Wha- what? Why?" I ask, as Yoongi hugs me to calm me down.

"Because, WE'RE GETTING MARRIED!" Jenna shouts, holding up her left hand, flashing a gorgeous diamond ring on her finger.

I, of course, immediately start crying, and hug them both.

"Congratulations!" Yoongi says.

Today seems to be full of the most exciting and happy news.

But...

I received a phone call later that night.

10:47 PM

The clock reads.

I answer.

"Hello?"

"Hello, my love. How is our baby?"

"H-Hyunjoon?"

"Yes, love. I asked how our baby was. Is it a boy? I would have hated having a girl."

Thoughts of that night in America filled my mind again.

Thoughts of rage.

Anger.

Humiliation.

And now he's telling me that he has a certain gender request?!

Hell no.

"You look here- You are a disgusting, vile person. You put me through so much, and even impregnated me with your child. Well you know what? She is NOT your child. She's mine and Yoongi's baby girl. YES, she's a girl. And you have no right to call me, or make ANY special requests. I didn't ask for this baby, but I'm keeping her and I didn't care if it was a boy or a girl. I just wanted a happy, healthy baby. You truly are a sick, sick person. NEVER even THINK of calling me again. Goodbye."

I angrily hung up.

Yoongi, who had already woken up from the sound of the phone ringing, felt my forehead.

And the last thing I remember, was him screaming for me to wake up, after hitting the cold, hard floor.

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