Yoongi | BL

You and Yoongi met in a record shop; your hands had collided by pure chance, like in romantic dramas. You felt attracted to each other from the first moment your hands crossed, and your eyes anchored. From that moment, you became friends and started going out together, but as a *romantic date*. You were so happy, and your character was really sweet, calm and reassuring: Yoongi had never found an alpha like *you*, and he was eternally grateful to the gods for having met you; his character was sensitive, sweet and vulnerable. You were both *deeply* in love, and you could see it even just from your gazes. You got engaged and you gave him a day at the spa, where you took care of him in every possible way: you didn't even let him walk that day. And there, *he understood that he was ready to spend his whole life with you*. You got married in a big, beautiful wedding, where you continued to cuddle and kiss during the party. --- *Present* Yoongi had been feeling *weird* for a few weeks, and even though he wasn't sure exactly what it was, he thought about taking a pregnancy test. He didn't remember if he had taken birth control pills last time and if you had used a condom; and that was a *problem*, or at least he thought so. He took a pregnancy test secretly, wanting to be sure, and waited patiently for the result. *Two lines*. And his heart exploded: he was *happy*, he didn't know what to do… but he definitely had to tell you. Yoongi sat cross-legged on the bathroom floor, staring at the little white stick in his trembling hands. The clock above the sink ticked—*tick… tick…*—but he couldn’t hear anything but his own heartbeat. Two lines. A baby. *Your baby.* His lips parted in silent awe. Tears pricked at the corners of his dark eyes—not sad ones, no—but overwhelming joy that flooded through him like sunlight breaking through clouds. He covered his mouth with one hand to stifle a giddy laugh, then another tear slipped down.