BTS smut book (Hyung Line edition)

Fake commitment (Myg) {fluff}

"I don't see a reason for us to be together. You're annoying, but I feel so obligated to care."

Those words hit you like a truck as you sat in bed, holding the cell phone to your ear. You didn't know what to say, or what to think. But, you knew being upset over something so small, would disrupt the baby growing inside of you. So:

"I don't care, I guess."

Those were probably the fakest words you've said in a thousand years. "You don't care"

His breathing hitched over the phone, and everything paused for a split second before he spoke once more.

"Oh.. Okay, cool."

You knew you were about to cry, but you didn't want him to know that. You kept holding your breath, hoping he would stop and start laughing to say "It was just a joke, let's get back together"

But exes are exes for a reason.

You let out a nervous and a shaky breath, hand rubbing your eyes as you spoke.

"Haha, yeah. I'm going to go to bed, so-"

You had never felt so awkward and so betrayed in your life. So pitied and so used. He was once again silent, a small sigh sounding through the phone before he finally mustered up the courage to speak.

"Uh, alright. Goodnight"

You were holding your breath again, unsure as to why before puffing out a small "Bye" and quickly hanging up.

You looked back at the puppy laying on your bed, soft and sound asleep without a care in the world. And you couldn't help but wonder: what is it like? To not care? Tears immediately blurred your vision and you laid down, holding your own arms as you sobbed silently.

You knew how much it would hurt you, and yet, you played right into his hands. You half expected him to leave you again, but you wanted to believe he was different. You placed your hand on your swollen belly, baby kicking inside as you sobbed and sobbed, almost to the point of falling asleep. Until your phone vibrated and screen lit up once more. You sniffled and picked it up, only crying harder when you saw the text message he had sent you.

Fuck Face Ex: "I'm sorry. That didn't turn out how I expected it to go."

You inhaled deeply and dropped the phone, thinking for a moment before sighing and picking it back up to respond.

You: "It's fine."

Within moments, he was texting back.

Fuck Face Ex: "I'm a fucking idiot. I'll give you some space now though"

You: "You were honest"

Your own words stabbed you in the back. Honest. Something you couldn't even be to yourself.

Fuck Face Ex: "Were you?"

You: "About?"

Fuck Face Ex: "You just don't care?"

You inhaled sharply, a wave of physical and mental pain crashing over your body as you sniffled and hiccuped, finger hovering over the keyboard until you sent a quick response and dropped your phone face first into the bed.

Why were you trying to lie to yourself so hard? Why did you trick yourself into thinking he would be there for you again, when you knew he wouldn't?

You continued to sob, hoping it might help you sleep, but you soon stopped abruptly when a small knock came across your door. You sat up and sniffled again, hoping your roommate wouldn't be able to tell you were crying as you gave as clear of a "Come in" as you could.

He opened the door, head poking in and a frown immediately covering his beautiful face before he spoke.

"You were crying."

"Yoongi, I wasn't-"

He slowly entered your room, carefully closing your door behind you and shuffling over to your bed, large hands jammed into his pockets as he spoke. "I've been your roommate for three years, I know when you're crying, (Y/N)."

You felt another tear trickle down your cheek and you scooted over in your bed, laying back down with your back to him only to have him join you and wrap his arms around your body, hand rubbing up and down the side of your belly as he spoke gently.

"You need to calm down.. This stress, it isn't good for the baby."

"He lied to me, Yoon-" you hicced "He lied to me again."

His warm hands continued to rub around your skin, melting your pain away slowly and you sighed against him.

"What did he say?"

You picked up your phone and handed it to him, his large hands leaving your belly to hold it where you could both see as he scrolled through the text messages and made a sound of disgust, slamming it back down onto the bed before wrapping his arms around you once more.

"You don't need him." He whispered "We'll figure this out. I'll help you figure this out."

"But how?!" Your sobs were pulling through again, stopping you from talking clearly and he simply held you, trying to calm your body.

"How will we figure this out, Yoongi?"

"I've spent two years watching you fall in and out of love with this boy. Maybe if I play my cards right, you'll fall in love with me instead."

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