Last Resort - KTH BTS FanFic - ***Completed

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*Week 6*

Chicago had always been one of Frankie's favorite cities in the States. As much as she loved that Los Angeles was so fresh, new, and intense - always ready to bring the world into the future with it - she loved that Chicago was rich with history in the heart of the US. Good, bad, or ugly, Chicago never failed to embrace its history and tell its story, from the buildings and architecture to the graffiti on the trains.

She took Taehyung on the date Mr. Bang had arranged for them, showing him all of the coolest spots she visited whenever she came to the city, and ended up at a cozy corner booth in her very own restaurant. Baz was one of her finest chefs in America, and the meal was exquisite, filling them up as they talked and laughed intimately.

"What do you want to name the baby?" he asked, a twinkle in his eye.

"I don't know!" Frankie exclaimed, "Shouldn't we find out if it's a boy or a girl, first?"

Taehyung shook his head, "You can, if you want, but I want it to be a surprise. I don't mind if it's a boy or girl, I just want to hold my little sweetheart in my arms."

She smiled, her heart warming at the idea of Taehyung fawning over their future child, Giving it sweet kisses on its nose and nuzzling its cheek until it laughed like the ones on the internet.

"Will it be able to have your last name?" she asked, knowing that traditionally she wouldn't have to take his last name when they were married.

He nodded, "The records will be hidden and sealed until the company sees fit to release the information, so it will be a Kim."

"Then I think we should give it a traditional Korean name," Frankie grinned wide.

"You don't want a name that matches both of its heritage?"

"Not this one," Frankie giggled, "The next one, maybe."

"How many do you expect to have, exactly?" his eyes were wide with wonder."

Frankie thought for a moment, "I think at least two. I didn't have any siblings, and I always wanted one. I think it's important to know they they will always have someone who will have their back, no matter what."

"Ooh," he took a bite of the chocolate cake they were sharing for dessert, "That reminds me. My parents are really excited, They want to meet you when we get back to Seoul."

Frankie balked, "So soon?"

"When did you think?"

"I don't know," she looked embarrassed, "I was thinking maybe after we had the baby, so they couldn't hate me."

"They won't hate you," Taehyung laughed, "My parents literally think everything I do is good. They will love that you keep my spoiled ass in check, if nothing else."

"Okay," she nodded, "But if they hate me, you still have to love me."

"Never a doubt," he gave her a wink, "Wild horses couldn't pull me away."

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Despite working with them and cooking for them, Frankie had never seen the boys in concert before. Standing in the front row with other staff members, her heart was pounding in her chest as the crowd began chanting their names in succession. She creamed with the thousands of others as they walked onto the stage, Taehyung giving her a wink before he fully hit the stage and making her heart swoon.

He was a completely different person on stage. They all were.

Frankie could hardly breathe, watching Taehyung sing and dance and perform like he was the master of everything around him. His aura was huge, every person in the stadium feeling like he was performing just for them personally. All of the videos, dance practices, even watching the soundcheck didn't prepare her for what was happening on that stage...and her elevated hormones certainly weren't helping.

By the time the guys said their final words and ended the concert, Frankie was ready to jump on her fiance like a howler monkey. By the look in his eye when she made it backstage to the changing area, he felt the same. He stalked to her as soon as she entered the room, grabbing her hand and pulling her into the dark hallway. His hand fisted into her hair, pulling her head back a little as he spoke next to her ear.

"I saw you," he rumbled, making her whimper in return, "Dancing like a fox, staring at me like a meal...licking your lips when Jimin and Kook were dancing in front of you." He brought his face in front of hers, his lip twitching into a smile, "Seems like my little angel is feeling a certain kind of way."

"Mmm," her eyes fluttered shut, "Yes, Sir."

"Yes?" he seemed amused, "What has you feeling that way, Baby?"

"All of it," she breathed, "The way you sing...how you dance...knowing you were mine at the end of the night..."

"Good," he smirked, "I thought I was going to have to punish you for lusting after my friends," he chuckled. Frankie didn't answer, making him grip her hair a little tighter, "You're supposed to deny it, Kitten."

Frankie just smiled.

Taehyung cocked his head to the side in warning, "Sweetheart, I'm losing my patience."

She leaned forward, brushing her lips over the skin of his throat, tasting the salt from his sweat on her lips, "Your friends are really good dancers," she whispered, holding back her laugh as she watched his jaw clench in front of her nose. "Kookie's pants were practically painted onto his thighs...and when Jimin gyrates his hips..." she let the sentence die, sucking her bottom lip under her teeth with exaggerated appreciation.

"Why are you being so bad?" he gritted his teeth, "You know what it does to me," he punctuated his sentence with a harsh grind, letting her feel how hard he was in his jeans.

"You wouldn't have me any other way, Sir."

"Not even a little bit."

And that was how Frankie experienced her first round of sex underneath the stage of Soldier Field.