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"I love you, I love you, I love you," Yoongi chants as he peppers gentle kisses onto your face, squishing your cheeks with his hands. You giggle and slap him on the arm a few times to get him to stop. He finally chuckles, pulling you onto his lap as he takes a seat on the couch. In front of him is the new computer you got him for his birthday, specifically for his music making, but his attention isn't on the gift anymore.

"You're so thoughtful," he mumbles, kissing your shoulder before resting his chin upon it. You smile, holding his hand in yours as hums the tune of some song he's been working on for a while.

"I have to meet my dad soon so I'll be back before dinner. I'm thinking of taking you out somewhere," he announces, patting your thigh in the rhythm of the same song, replacing the soft humming. You pout, looking back at him in concern despite feeling your cheeks warm up at how close his hands are getting to your inner thigh.

"Is it about the company?" You ask, well aware of the fact that Mr. Min doesn't like the career path that Yoongi's chosen and would instead prefer it if he ran the company. Yoongi nods, sighing as he rubs his temple.

"He's doing my head in, I swear. I'll just explain it to him again that I'm not interested," he scoffs, patting your thigh twice to signal his want to stand. Getting up, you sigh as he kisses your hand before disappearing down the hall to get ready.

You met Yoongi at one of his father's functions. Your parents, being fellow business owners, wanted to catch a glimpse of what it's like to talk with Mr. Min and practically begged you to join them. Of course, you complained to them about wanting to stay home but that part of you immediately shut up as soon as your eyes landed on Yoongi. He stood in the corner of the room, shadowed by the darkness. Occasionally, the lights would flick over to his direction, each curve of his jaw catching it in the most delightful way possible.

You were swooning before you even had the chance to talk to him.

"And this is our daughter, Y/N," your mother proudly introduced, squeezing your arm to snap you out of your daze. You politely bowed and smiled when he began to compliment your dress and manners. Then he snapped his fingers, apologising for not doing this sooner.

"Yoongi-ah, come here," he summoned, the very boy you had been drooling over hesitantly pushing himself off the wall to join the three of you. He bowed awkwardly, shaking your father's hand and shyly smiling at your mother.

"This is Yoongi, my son. He's going to take over the business one day," Mr. Min bragged, rubbing his son's shoulder affectionately. Yoongi paused and flicked his gaze to the floor, your heart deflating as you realised that he was so close to looking at you.

"Oh? That sounds lovely. Maybe he can teach our Y/N a few things," your father beamed, pushing you forward. Yoongi finally looked up, lips parting as his excited gaze gave you a once over. Your cheeks had reddened, completely missing Yoongi's father agreeing with the idea.

Yoongi held out his hand for you to take, whisking you away from the party that you didn't even want to be at.

*

Yoongi taps his foot on the tiles impatiently, scowling every time he checks the watch on his wrist. Every trip to his father's office seems longer than the last, this one especially considering he has his world to go back home to.

Finally, clad in a too tight black suit, arrives Mr. Min, gesturing for Yoongi to join him in his office. Cursing under his breath, Yoongi does as he's told, quickly jogging into the office to speed things up a little. Mr. Min notices this, a look of disapproval replacing the deadpan he had on before.

"Have somewhere to be?" Mr. Min asks casually, seating himself with a soft groan. Yoongi nods, smiling at the floor as he thinks of all the things he's got planned for you tonight.

"Well, this won't take long as I'm sure that there will be no room to argue," his father sighs, Yoongi lifting his head to show the worry he has for what his father is about to say next.

"Yoongi, you're getting married in two months to Jayka, the lovely daughter of one of my clos—"

"Nope," Yoongi spits, standing as he goes to grip the doorknob in anger. "I have a girlfriend, it's not happening."

"Didn't I say no arguing? You have no choice. I've spent ages trying to prepare you for the company but since you're so unwilling to cooperate, I thought I'd kill two birds with one stone and find someone to take care of the company and marry you," Mr. Min explains, showing no care towards the tears glistening in Yoongi's eyes.

"I said no! I'm not leaving Y/N for anyone!"

"Son, it's already been confirmed. You should've listened to me when I told you to drop all that music shit," Mr. Min sighs, smiling at Yoongi with fake sympathy.

Yoongi can feel himself reaching his limit, his hands clenching together so tightly that he's sure he's broken through skin. He's enraged by his father's need to control every aspect of his life.

"Fuck you, it's never gonna happen," Yoongi snarls, storming out of the room despite his father's angered calls from behind him.

The journey back home is a blur, his mind only screaming out for you. It takes him a good five minutes to open the door and when he does, he crumples to the floor, closing it with his back as he leans against it, sobbing uncontrollably.

You rush out of your room at the commotion, dread turning your blood cold as you take careful steps towards Yoongi, hands beginning to get shaky.

"B-baby, what's wrong?" You try, crouching down in front of him with your hand on his cheek. He leans into your touch, shoulders shuddering with each cry that passes through his body. He doesn't say anything and instead, clumsily pulls you into his lap, burying his face into your neck.

You hold him ever so gently, scared and at a loss of what to do. You've never seen Yoongi this distraught, the sight almost bringing you to tears as well. You run your hands through his hair, knowing he much it calms him down. He relaxes in your hold, trembling lips pressed against the warm skin of your shoulder.

"He's ma-making me m-m-marry someone els-else," Yoongi stutters, hiccuping as he wipes his tears with the back of his hand. You offer him a smile, tears dropping onto your cheeks as you cup his.

"It's okay. We'll g-get through this. I p-promise you'll n-never lose m-m-me," you console, kissing the soft skin under his eyes before pecking him on the lips. He hugs you close to him, sighing as he tries to control his quivering.

"I hope so, baby."

*

It's been a good few months since the troubling news was revealed and neither you or Yoongi have heard from Mr. Min about it.

"Maybe he listened to me for once," Yoongi muttered when you had brought it up, looking up at you to shrug. "I think we're all clear for now."

"Don't get your hopes up," you retorted, playfully flicking his forehead. "You know how unpredictable your father is.

"Yeah," he chuckled, the sadness behind it seeping through like bleeding ink. However, you, too, had hoped that Yoongi was right and that he'd leave his son alone to do what he wants and be with who he wants.

You couldn't lose the very man that brings a smile to your face every minute of the day.

"Should we head up to dad's for dinner?" Yoongi asks, emerging from the shower with nothing but a towel tied loosely around his waist, sheepishly apologising when you snap out of your daydream with a jump.

"Why?" You throw back with a pout, grabbing a spare towel off the washing line and heading back to Yoongi with a small smile. He snickers and sits on a chair, looking up at you as you ready the towel.

"I think I should tell him that it's you I want to spend the rest of my life with before he does anything stupid," he explains, laughing when you give him a deadpan look. "Fine, stupid-er."

You roll your eyes and press the towel to his head, drying his dripping locks as he hums in content. You think about seeing his father, hoping that Yoongi's right about him changing his mind about the arranged marriage.

"We'll go. I think it's about time we figure out what's going on."

You regret it already and Yoongi hasn't even pulled out of the driveway yet. His hand rests on your thigh and you can't tell if it's comfort for you or him. It's a suffocating silence the ride there, the both of you too afraid to say anything. Yoongi only shoots you a small smile, returning his nervous gaze to the road.

"Welcome, Yoongi," the valet politely greets, accepting the keys from Yoongi to take the car out to the back. You quickly grab his hand, smiling sheepishly when he looks down at you with a smirk.

"It'll be fine," Yoongi sighs, leading you down the hallway, humming in confusion before pulling you down a subsection. You marvel the beautiful architecture as he explains that he's taking you to the dining room to see if he's father is in there, eating dinner.

True to his word, Yoongi's father sits at the end of the table, laughing at something a very feminine voice said. Frowning, Yoongi walks a little faster so that he's next to the table, both people seated at the table looking surprised.

"Yoongi! I'm glad you came and—oh? You brought Y/N too? Well, I suppose that doesn't matter, she can see this too."

The girl at the other end of the table stands, smoothing down the sides of her dress. She looks gorgeous with her long, straight black hair and hourglass figure.

She's literally a model, you think to yourself, suddenly feeling a little self conscious. Yoongi keeps his hold tight on you.

"This is Jayka, your fiancée."

"Hi," she shyly waves, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. You look to the floor, your shoulders drooping as Yoongi releases your hand to chase after his father who leaves the room with the intention of giving the three of you some privacy.

That just leaves you and Jayka.

"So you're Y/N?" She sneers, looking you up and down in disgust. You grit your teeth together and nod, offering her a smile when you're certain you aren't going to curse at her.

"And you're Jayka. Lovely to meet you."

She only sighs, leaning against the table. "Mr. Min has told me all about your relationship with Yoongi and I must say, I'm happy that it'll be over soon."

"Excuse me?" You sputter, immediately finding Jayka to be someone that's going to cause a lot of problems for you.

"Oh," she continues as if she never heard you. "I'm sure you understand but I don't want you to hang around Yoongi anymore. It will distract him from our relationship so I don't want you to be with him, even as a friend."

"Listen here, you spray-tanned, barbie doll looking bitch, who gave you the right to—"

"Y/N! We're going!" Yoongi calls, ushering you out the dining room with a scowl set on his face. Jayka grabs onto his arm and attempts to talk to him, having the nerve to look offended when he shrugs her off with a shudder.

*

Yoongi tried.

He tried so hard to break his father, convince him that marrying you would be a better option but his father wouldn't cave. You tried to remind Yoongi that it'll be okay but he wasn't having any of it, catching on to Jayka's snarky comments towards you whenever he goes over with you.

Everything that's happened in the past few months has lead to now, you adjusting the tie on Yoongi's suit as he silently cries. You want to cry too, the sight of him about to get married to someone who isn't you more than heartbreaking.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I t-tried," he mumbles, cupping your cheeks as he rests his forehead against yours.

"I know. It's okay. We can deal with this after," you reassure, wiping his tears away. He sniffles, placing his hands on your waist.

"This would be the greatest day of my life if it were you walking down that aisle," he smiles, tweaking your nose. You nod, biting your lip to suppress the sob aching to come out.

"You'll be out there, right?" He asks, tilting your head up with two of his fingers. You nod once more, brushing a strand of hair out of his eyes.

"After it's over, run back here, okay? I'll meet you here," he whispers, searching your eyes painfully. You smile and kiss him on the cheek, mumbling your understanding of the plan as you go to leave.

Yoongi keeps his eyes on you during the ceremony, mouthing 'I love you's' and blowing you kisses when no-one's paying attention. You find yourself crying as he slips the ring on Jayka's finger and leans in for a kiss, looking away before he makes contact. You turn just in time to see him subtlety wiping his lips on his sleeve.

You jog back to his room, sadly seating yourself down on the stool, burying your head in your hands.

Will it all be okay? Will you go back to having Yoongi as yours?

You don't get to ponder more, the door swinging open as a frantic looking Yoongi barges in, looking relieved when he spots you standing with your hand over your heart. Without a single word, he walks over to you, backing you up against the wall as he kisses you. His hands cup your cheeks, a smile slipping into the kiss when you notice the absence of cool metal against your skin.

He pulls away, lips swollen and hair a mess but smile still as charming as ever.

"You'll forever be my always," he whispers, the meaning behind it bringing a new and refreshing flutter of hope into your system as you kiss him again, your tears turning into ones of joy.