Dear Reader,
This whole idea came to me while watching Yoongi’s VLive after their second concert in Newark, NJ. I’ve wrote it however so you can have it being whichever rapper in BTS that you prefer. Enjoy!

Somehow you’re loving husband had convinced you before the arrival of the baby you should go on tour with him since they were going to be in your home country after all. That way you could not only be with him but also see your family and friends that you hadn’t seen in almost two years. 

You were somewhere in-between six an half months and being exactly seven months pregnant so standing for long periods of time wasn’t something you needed or even wanted to do. So your husband does something you should’ve seen coming. He made certain you had the perfect spot to watch him and the guys. If you wanted to stand you could stand and if you wanted to sit you could sit.  After their sound check and the fans had left the arena, he showed you exactly where he had them place two chairs for you near one of their guards directly in front of the stage. He explained that if you felt you needed to prop your feet up to do just that and not worry about what anyone else thought.

There you sat in your chair before the concert when you heard a couple of fans giggling to each other, we should’ve thought of that and said we were pregnant so we could have a chair to sit on right in front of the stage. You bite your lip debating if you should explain why you were where you were or leave it well enough alone. “Wait, you were here last night too but standing, right”, you heard one of the girls ask you. Turning around smiling, “yes, I was. I work for BigHit and at the last minute another staff member was unable to attend this part of the tour and since this is my home country BigHit felt I’d be able to help with translation if the guys should need it and Namjoon wasn’t present.” You now understood why your husband kept having you to rehearse the made-up speech of who you were incase anyone asked you and much to your surprise the two girls who you thought were going to end up being very annoying turned out to be two girls who kept asking you if you were doing good. It was so sweet to see how they cared but it was a tad annoying because you were fine until….

The music begins for Cypher and you’re baby boy had been the perfect little baby and not kicking his Momma until the first beat of Cypher and it was one kick after another. He was already determined to be just like his father. You feel a tap on your shoulder, glancing back you barely hear “are you alright?” Shaking your head indicating that you’re just fine, but you’d be better once your husband and his fellow rappers would move on to the next song. Cypher was one of your favorites, but not since your son had decided to respond to the song by kicking you non-stop.

“Hey babe, don’t you think it’s kind of late to be eating donuts”, your rapper asks you as you sit down beside of him on the sofa in the hotel room. Giggling, “well, your son isn’t use to the time change his parents have decided to put him on and too him this is the time we eat when we’re in Korea. By the way, what are you doing?” You weren’t positive he was on your phone but it looked just like yours. Although you two did have the exact same phone and at one time you had matching cases but that got too confusing. “I’m on your Twitter account and I love that picture the fan took of you during Cypher.” What? You had no idea anyone took your picture, there you were sitting on your chair with your hand on your belly in hopes you’re future rapper would calm down…. this is [Y/N], she works for BigHit and her son is all about Cypher. He’s been kicking her non-stop since the song started.

“Did you see the tweet Jiyong sent out to you”, he then asks sounding a little beyond ticked off. Shaking your head as you stuff another mini chocolate donut in your mouth. “Right here, see!?” Glancing over at your phone in his hand you read; Congratulations, [Y/N], you’ll be one amazing Momma! “He didn’t even mention me and he knows we’re together!”

Wiping the chocolate off your fingers after you place the bag of mini donuts on the table in front of you, you turn to the only rapper who has ever ran away with you heart, “you’re the only rapper I’ll ever love, baby”. Snuggling up against him in hopes to reassure him Jiyong was just another Korean rapper in your eyes but the second you touch him he’s up off the sofa. “So, you don’t love the other rappers in the group? That’s a little harsh don’t you think? I mean, yeah sure I better be your favorite, but come on [Y/N], they’re my brothers!” Standing up yourself you quietly walk over to him, sliding your arms around his waist, “I meant I was only in love with this rapper standing in front of me.” Turning around as he wraps his arms around you pulling you as close as he could, “I better be the only rapper you’re in love with. I better be the only rapper you let hold you like this, I better be the only rapper you go to bed with, I better be the only rapper you let get you pregnant and I better be the only rapper you plan to grow old with.” Smiling at his sweet little speech of telling you how it better be you glance up not saying a word just staring into those amazing dark eyes of his, “you and me until the end of time, right?” You could answer with a simple nod or one simple word, but you liked the thought of your lips slowly brushing against his way way better and so that’s exactly what you did.