1% [Min Yoongi x male reader]

Four

Okay, first things first. This mv is so old but like, is this even the same suga? Second, when it is in (M/n)'s point of view, I will be using first person.

Warning: mention of rape in this chapter. Please do not read this if you are uncomfortable.
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(M/n)'s p.o.v.
I whimper a little as Yoongi harshly grips my chin and stares me in the eyes. Anxiety feels me as he says nothing. He just stares at me like a hungry wolf stares at a rabbit. His bottom lip finds its way between his teeth as he stares at me.

'By the name of Tom Holland, why the hell is he staring at me.'

I gulp as his face comes closer to mine, so close that you couldn't even fit a piece of paper between us. His hot breath hits my face as his half lidded eyes look at me through his thick lashes.

"Our daughter is growing up beautifully, huh?"

My breath hitches, and I start to worry. I nervously try to pry my face away from his grip, but Yoongi isn't having it. His grip gets tighter, so tight that if he squeezes any harder, my jaw might break. But there is something about the way he is gripping me.

It's not threatening, nor does it hurt. It only seems as if he just simply wants me to stay there and answer his questions. Almost like he doesn't want to let go of me.

I finally pull away, sending him a glare and turning to grab the plates. I finally grab enough courage to turn around and look him in the eye, probably about to regret the words that left my mouth.

"Nari isn't your daughter." I scowl as he gives me a chuckle, making me worry even more. "Oh yeah? Then how come a week after we hooked up, you found out you were pregnant." I quickly shoot him another lie, balling my fist.

"Nari's father was a rapist. I was coming home and didn't realize my medicine had worn off. I was pulled into an ally and was raped." I started to fake cry, burying my face into my hands. I know he knows me well, but not that well. The only people who know I am fake crying is Sook and Jungkook, and I must say that half the time they can't even figure it out,

I peek slightly through my fingers, watching as Yoongi's smug look was wiped off his face and was replaced with one of anger and fury. That got me worried. Did he know I was fake crying and lying to him?

"I am so sorry." I was embraced, the feel of masculine arms wrapping around me being surprisingly comfortable. Yoongi held me there for a moment, his blonde hair tickling my neck as he buried his face into my shoulder. I continue my fake crying for a little longer before I 'calm down'. Man, I should be and actor! And scene!

Yoongi pulled away and wiped away my fake tears.

He cupped my face, but gently this time before pressing his lips softly against mine. My eyes widened, staying that way until a wave of euphoria hit me as his hand rubbed circles around my back.

'How in the world can a man be so scary but so gentle at the same time. Damn it. He knows all my weak spots.'

Yoongi pulled away when we heard the other boys complain about me taking to long. I turn to grab the plates off the counter, but was stopped by a hand.

"(M/n). I want you to know that if you ever need help, then call me." He released my wrist and walked away, leaving me flustered and dumbfounded.

(Time skip brought to you by Yoongi's meme face!)

I nervously shifted in my spot as I watch Yoongi and Nari get along so well. Nari giggled loudly, smiling so hard that you could see her gums. Like father like daughter. Nari was playing a game where she would run around the couch, and try to pounce on Yoongi, but if he caught her she would run back around so he wouldn't tickle her.

"Nari, be careful. You are wearing socks and the floors are slippery." I said as I watched her from the kitchen. Nari turned her head to respond, but had slipped, her face slamming onto the floor.

I let out a gasp as I dropped the knife I was washing, cutting myself as I ran towards her.

Before I could reach her, Yoongi was at her side, picking her up and checking over her. She cried as he worriedly checked her face. Once he was certain Nari was okay, he pulled the young girl into a hug while gently telling her it was okay.

For a moment there, I could almost see what it would be like if we were a family. If Yoongi was to know the truth about Nari. I could almost see him being apart of our lives. Once Nari calmed down, Yoongi looked up at me, seeing the cut that just so happens to be on my wrist.

Everyone turned to see my wrist and I finally feel the pain in the wound. "What is that?" Jungkook asked quietly. Yoongi cut in, "Yeah (M/n) what is that?" Everyone gave me a disapproving look, but Yoongi was throughly pissed. I covered up my wrist and smiled a weak smile. "It's nothing guys! I swear, the knife I was washing cut me when I dropped it! I swear." Sayhoon looked sad all of a sudden.

"Why (M/n)? Why while your daughter is in the house?" My face became red, fury coursing through my veins. "I didn't cut myself on purpose! I would never!" I defend, but they didn't believe me. Jungkook stood up with the rest of the guys, even Sayhoon. "I think we should leave." I tried to explain that I didn't cut myself, but they wouldn't listen. Sayhoon grabbed Nari by the hand and walked towards the door. "I think Nari should come with us tonight. I don't think she should be around you right now."

"What?! No! You are not taking my daughter with you!" Sayhoon quickly left with Nari at her side. The boys all left, including Yoongi.

It was silent.

I started to cry, falling to my knees, screaming at the door. How dare they? How dare they take my child away from me? How dare they have the nerve to think I cut my wrist on purpose? They don't know me! Hell, I have done everything for Sayhoon and this is how she treats me.

I cried and cried, even though my eyes were screwed shut, I just cried as I lay there on the floor, being a hot mess. I got up and walked to a cabinet to pull out a drink.

Hey, what's better than a drink to solve your problems?