When Y/n leaves her fiance, Min Yoongi, she doesn't realize it will drive him to a dangerous obsession or just how far he'll go to get her back.
Can she bring him back from the edge and save herself in the process? Will she want to?
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A couple thi...
A/n: I couldn't help myslef 😂😏🙃😈😘 Also.... I missed you 😘🙈❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ Let's meet in Birdsong, hmm? 😏🙃😈 ~*~
Flashback... Y/n's Pov: I blinked at the woman sitting across from me, confusion making my brain slow to react. This couldn't be happening...
"A-are you sure?" I asked quietly, my heart squeezing almost as tightly as the hands in my lap.
Smiling gently, she nodded. "Yes. There's no doubt. Forgive me for asking, but...I thought this would be good news, Y/n?"
I sighed and stood up, my stomach rolling. I couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry. "It...it is? I guess?" Shaking my head, I ran my hands through my hair and rolled my tense shoulders. "I don't know....I think I'm just in shock...anyway, thank you for seeing me on such short notice. I really appreciate it."
"Any time, Y/n-ssi. Good luck with Yoongi-ssi." She held up a closed fist by her chin. "Hwaiting!"
Smiling back, I opened the door and left her office. "Thanks, I'm going to need it." I muttered.
The boys are going to flip...
End Flashback...
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"Say it." Yoongi murmured by my ear, his voice low and seductive.
I rolled my eyes and pushed him away from me, ignoring the way it made me shiver. Now was definitely not the time. "No."
"Please?" He pouted, huffing cutely.
I swallowed the urge to snort and bit back a smile. Why does he have to be so cute?! "No. I told you, I'm not calling you that. Ever. It's creepy."
"Y/n...." he growled, a rumble starting in his chest.
"Nope." I smiled, ignoring his pout.
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"Fine~" he smirked, leaning close. "I guess I'll just have to punish you for being such a bad girl."
This time I laughed. "Try it."
Taking a deep breath, he yelled out. "HYUNG!!! Y/N KEEPS TRYING TO CLEAN THE LIVING ROOM EVEN TH-"
Oh shit...
The sound of dishes clattering could be heard before Jin shrieked back.
"SHE WHAT?! YAH!! Y/N-AH YOU SIT THAT CUTE LITTLE ASS IN MY CUTE LITTLE CHAIR, RIGHT THIS SECOND!! MY FUTURE GRANDCHILD CAN'T BE STRESSED BY YOU MOVING AROUND!!! SO. SIT. THE. FUCK. DOWN."
. .. ....
Oh god.
Glancing at my husband's triumphant smirk, I narrowed my eyes at him. "Traitor."
