Last Resort - KTH BTS FanFic - ***Completed

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*Week 7*

Come on! Come on!" Frankie bounced on her feet, watching the guys grab their stuff impatiently.

"You can't even drink," Yoongi scoffed, "Why are you excited to get to this party?"

"Because none of you rich shits have ever been to a casino before!" she whined, "It's not Vegas, but it's going to be so much fun watching you lose money!" She clapped excitedly, "Plus there is supposed to be a drag show tonight!"

Jimin paused mid-step, his jaw parted in surprise, "I've always wanted to go to one of those!"

"I feel bad,' Namjoon ran his hand through his hair, "Security is working twice as hard just so we can gamble."

"They're willing and even excited," Jin explained, "Frankie promised them a special dinner tomorrow night during the show."

Taehyung wrapped his arms around her from behind, "Don't overwork yourself, Baby," he spoke quietly into her ear, "You should be resting while we're out there."

"Technically, I'm just having the Manhattan restaurant bring it over," she smiled back at him, "Nell has a lot of catering experience, and she's used to this kind of thing."

"So you'll be napping, then?"

"After I get everything set up for you guys to eat after the show," she nodded.

"That's my good girl," he grinned, kissing her behind the ear. He popped his head up, "Who wants to make a bet on who loses the most tonight?"

"Biggest loser has to wear the Olaf onesie to the airport in Brazil!" Hobi yelled, grabbing his satchel and skipping out the door.

Like Frankie had said, Atlantic City was no Las Vegas, but it she had so much fun with the guys she couldn't even tell the difference. She laughed while watching Jin and Namjoon try to hold poker faces, not at all surprised when Yoongi bluffed his way through multiple hands. Hoseok must have played every slot machine he could put his hands on, charming the elderly tourists with his incredible enthusiasm. Taehyung took a liking to craps, Jeongguk roulette...and the buffet.

Jimin was mesmerized when they went to watch the drag queens, his eyes sparkling at their pageantry and performances. He tipped them over $500 throughout the show, throwing and handing them money hand over fist as he clapped his hands in delight, and paid for drinks for the cast before they left. By the time they made their way up to their rooms at the top of the casino, the guys were drunk and rowdy, teasing Jin for losing the most money and rough-housing as they cheered in anticipation of the concerts over the next two days. Frankie helped them all get to their rooms, turning them over to the highly-amused security team before heading to her room with her man.

"I love her!" Taehyung yelled in a slur to no one in particular, pointing at Frankie while he weaved on his feet, "Do you get it? DO you know why?" He threw his hands up, "I don't! It's like someone made her out of magic! She's too perfect!" He turned, looking at her like it was his first time seeing her, "Look at you! How the fuck are you so...mine? Fuck, I love you!"

Frankie laughed, trying in vain to shush him as they opened the door to their room, not that it mattered since they had rented the entire floor for the boys and security. She coaxed him over the threshold, laughing every time he looked at her and raised his hands in question.

"Why are you mine?" he slurred again, "I don't deserve this you. You're too much perktect, Frankies!"

"Perktect?" she arched her brow with a chuckle.

"So much!" he threw his hands up again. "Oooh...the bed..." Taehyung stumbled over to the bed on the far side of the room, flopping down and trying his best to look seductive, "M'gonna marry you," he drawled, beckoning his finger, "My wife...perfnict wife..."

Frankie got undressed, watching as Taehyung flopped onto his back and mumbled about how happy he was in broken sentences that switched between English and Korean. She laughed to herself, making sure she was comfortable before helping him undress as much as she could in the state he was in. Getting him under the covers, she slid into the bed beside him, gasping when she heard him sniffle.

"Tae?' he whispered, turning toward him to see tears rolling over his nose and onto the pillow, "What's wrong, Baby?"

"Not wrong," he sniffed again, "I'm just....I'm so happy."

A soft snore passed his parted lips as he passed out completely, leaving Frankie staring at him in awe.

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*Week 8*

"This is going to be cold," Dr. Choi warned, showing Frankie the bottle of gel.

She still shivered when it hit her skin, but she held it together, foot tapping against nothing as she laid flat on the bed in the borrowed clinic room in Sao Paulo. She looked at Taehyung, growing concerned at the fact that he hadn't blinked in three minutes as he looked at the screen.

"Will we be able to tell if it's a boy or a girl?" he asked quietly, "Cuz I'll need to step out."

Dr. Choi laughed heartily, "You'll barely be able to tell that it's a human, Tae." He moved the wand over Frankie's slimy stomach, "It's only about the size of a raspberry. We're here to check that everything is going along as planned...well," he chuckled, "Or unplanned, as the case may be," he gave a silly wink to Frankie.

The room suddenly filled with a rapid whomping sound, making Frankie and Taehyung look at each other with wide eyes.

"Is that..." Taehyung smiled wide, his voice just a whisper.

"The heartbeat," Dr, Choi confirmed.

"It's so fast!" Frankie squeaked, "Is it okay?"

"It's normal," Dr, Choi smiled, "Heartbeat, size, placenta and blood flow all seem perfectly healthy. We can confirm you're well within you're eighth week." He pointed to a little moving smudge on the screen, "That little jumping bean is your baby."

Frankie felt her tears spill over as Taehyung jumped up and hugged her shoulders tightly, their laughter blending together as they shook.

They had finally met their baby. Their precious little bean.