endless dial tones, voicemails, and quick text messages. That all I’ve gotten from Kris for the past three months. I’ve been missing him for so long, but there wasn’t much to do. I figured I’d just try to call him while we are both awake at least.
“Pick up. Pick up. Pick up.” I whispered. The line went flat until I heard a familiar voice on the other end.
“Hey, Baobei. How are you?” I sighed in relief as he spoke.
“Better now! I feel like you‘re a million miles away.” I whined. He laughed at my response.
“Y/n, our timelines aren’t that bad, right? At least we’re both awake at the same time.” He said. I know where he’s coming from and I know he’s trying to keep in touch, but it’s so difficult! I’ve never done long-distance before and I just worry we’ll start to lose the spark.
“I just miss you. I wish I could be with you right now. I love your presence.” He hummed in agreeance and I just continued, letting the words fall. “I miss how warm you are at night. I never noticed before, but our bed gets oddly cold! And I’m not big enough to stretch out over a California king bed.” He laughed again at my lonely state. I love when I make him laugh. His tough-guy image just melts into the gentle Kris I love.
“I miss your smile, Kris. And your lips…” I trailed off, getting lost in my own imagination. I could hear him humming through my phone, which makes me shiver.
“I miss your lips too, Baobei. I love kissing you, and touching you, and…” He stopped himself before he went too far into the dirty side of his brain. I just smirked, knowing I can drive him just as wild as he does me.
“I love that too, baby. It all I ever think about at night. I just want to press against you and never let you go. Kiss you when and wherever I want. I love the way you kiss. It’s like I’m the only one that has ever mattered to you.” I bite my lip as I started to feel a bit hot and bothered at the sound of him on the other line. I just knew he wanted to touch himself if he wasn’t already.
“God, Y/n. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to just get on a plane and see you for one night. It’s all I need.” His voice was getting rough and desperate with each word. “You’re like a drug. I just need a fix. I want to feel your skin against mine and you’re tight little-” He stopped when he heard me moan out loud. Everytime He starts talking dirty I can’t help myself.
“Are you doing what I think you’re doing?” He questioned. I blushed at his words, even though he was right.
“Maybe… Why don’t you finish what you were saying? my tight what?” I teased. His breath hitch and I could hear the soft sound of him stroking up and down his shaft.
“Your tight little pussy. I haven’t been with you for a while. I just know you’re throbbing right now. So wet and warm.” My head fell back as I inserted one finger into my heat.
“Mmmm~ I wish I could have your finger inside me. Your hands make me shiver every time.” I spoke softly. My other hand started to grab the sheets. I rubbed my thighs together to get some friction. Kris whispered dirty little secrets through the phone. I stroked my thumb up and down my clit while my index finger pushed further into mine.
“Add a finger., baby,” He said, my knees buckled as I added another. I bit down on my lip, trying not to ruin the mood with a loud moan. I whimpered and arched at the amazing picture in my mind. My legs around Kris’s shoulders, his hand pleasuring me like no one as before. His soft lips giving pen mouth kisses to my clit. His warm tongue licking my wetness.
“Kris!” I whined out loud. I needed to cum, fast. His moans are like music to my ears, I loved everything about this moment Even though he isn’t here, he still satisfies my every need.
“Scream for me! Let me hear your cries. I know you want me to go down on you. Kis your wetness. Making you mine. Scream!” I called his name at the top of my lungs. I switched the call to speaker and placed my phone next to me. My hand moved from the sheets to my breast, squeezing it like Kris does. My legs started to shake as my orgasm started rising fast.
“Cum, y/n. Let it all go.” I stopped holding back, I opened my legs wide and vigorously fingered myself, listening to Kris groan with pleasure. I closed my eyes and saw him between my legs, thrusting in and out. Curse words flowed out of my mouth, I pulsed as my high rocked my body. Both hands touching my center. Kris erupted with moans and skin slapping.
I took a breath out, feeling my orgasm start to slow down into my regular state. I grabbed my phone to the sound os Kris’s panting filling the room.
“How do you do that?” He said after I took him off speaker phone.
“What do you mean?”
“You give me intense orgasms without even being here. Who else does that? You’re amazing, baby.” I smiled devilishly to myself. He does the same for me. His voice groaning always takes me there. We made some small talk for a while until he had to get ready for the set.
“I’ll call you later on if you’re still up, okay? I love you.”
“Okay, babe. I love you loo.” I hung up and tossed my phone onto the nightstand. I let out a long sigh and figured I should clean myself off. I got into the shower and washed all the sweat off of me and an idea sprung into my head. why not just go visit him? I finished washing and got out to dry and check my schedule for the weekend. Clear!
“I’m going for it!” I grabbed a suitcase and packed enough clothes and toiletries for a couple days. I specifically grabbed the matching bra and panty set Kris bought me. I got online a booked a ticket to Vancouver. The earliest flight was three hours from now.
I grabbed my phone and called an Uber to pick me up. I continued to pack all the essential I needed and hurried to the Livingroom. I turned off all the lights and grabbed my house keys as I heard a knock at my door. I opened it to see a woman about the same age as me.
“Uber for Y/n?” I nodded and followed her to the car. She even offered to carry a bag for me and put it into the trunk.
As she drove to the airport we made some small talk. Mainly because a late night Uber call isn’t very common for someone who’s sober.
“Vancouver, wow! I’ve always wanted to go to Canada myself. Of course, I prefer the cold.” She said nicely. I smiled to her and explained further as to why I was going. She seemed very sweet and car rides are only awkward if you make it awkward.
“And here we are. Do you need any help with your bags?”
“Oh no. I’ll be just fine. Thank you so much! I appreciate it.” I said before getting out and grabbing my luggage. I checked my phone to see two texts from Kris
Getting ready for filming now. I miss you!
Call me later for round two if you’re awake ;)
I smiled devilishly to myself, knowing I’d actually be with him for a second round. I checked in and got my ticket to give to the man at the front desk. I Checked my bigger suite case and decided to just take my purse with me on the flight. I waited outside the boarding gate and just looked at what’s happening on SNS.
“Flight 432 is now boarding. Group one please come up to the gate.” I quickly gathered my things and walked to the check-in. I walked through the tunnel and stepped onto the plane to take my seat. With a deep exhale I relaxed into the seat and waited for take-off.
“Would you like a drink?” The flight attendant said with a smile.
“Yes. I’ll just have an iced tea please.” I replied. He nodded and went to get it.
The flight went by much faster than I expected. I figured a quick power nap would be a good idea before we landed. The fasten seat belt sign came on and the flight attendants informed us that we were now officially in Vancouver. I started to feel anxious to see Kris again after a long time.
The next hour was such a rush. Getting off the plane, figuring out which studio Kris was filming at, and finally pulling up to where he was.
I stepped inside and found loads of people rushing around. I was stopped by two huge security guards. I saw my plan split at the seams. I had no idea how I was supposed to get in.
‘I’m Kris’s girlfriend.”
“Does he know you’re here?” The guard said with a raised eyebrow.
“Well, no. But only because I’m surprising him.” I explained. Just then a guardian angel came to my rescue. I spotted Kris’s makeup artist and called for her. She turned and rushed to where I was.
“Y/n! What are you doing here? Oh. Guys, she’s with me. It’s fine.” She took my hand and the guards nodded and walked away.
“I’m here for Kris. It’s weird not being around each other for three months, you know?”
“I can understand that. He never shuts up about you. The boy is smitten.” She said, rolling her eyes jokingly. “Oh, actually they should be finishing up here in like, 20 minutes. Do you wanna wait in the trailer?”
“Okay!” The two of us walked to the hair and makeup trailer and caught up while we waited for Kris to come back from set. I looked at the clock ti see it was going onto 11 o’clock at night.
I quickly turned my head when I heard voices coming from outside. I smiled when I heard Kris’s footsteps coming closer and closer. I stood up as he opened the door and walked in. He looked over to see me standing there with his makeup artist next to me.
“Y-You came?” He said completely shocked at the sight of me. I nodded and walked over to him. He met me half way with a tight embrace. I held onto him with all my strength. I didn’t even notice Kris’s makeup artist get up and leave until we broke our hug. He just held my cheek and kissed me. The feel of his soft lips made my heart race. His hands rested on my hips and pulled me closer.
Before I could grasp what was happening, I was pressed against the wall and Kris’s hot lips kissed all over my neck. His hips pushed against mine to keep my on the wall, and his hands cupped my breasts. I combed my fingers through his hair and moan out loud. I didn’t care if anyone heard it. I was completely overtaken by his touch.
“Kris? Are you in here?!” I froze at the sound of three heavy knocks at the door. Kris looked at me and smirked. He slowly let me off the wall and onto my feet again.
“Yeah, I’m here!” The door opened and the director walked in with a massive grin on his face.
“Great shoot today! I was thinking of something for tomorrow when we film some of the car scenes.” He went on explaining all the wild action scenes he wanted in the movie and Kris just nodded at everything he said, clearly wanting to have some time alone.
“But that can all be explained in greater detail tomorrow. Again, great work today, man.” The director patted Kris on the arm and left the two of us.
Kris turned and reattached his lips to mine. I’ve been craving this for months I just needed the feel of him. We stumbled backward and landed on the couch in the corner.
“Wait, baby. Ad much as I’d love to take you right her and now. My girl deserves to be on a quality bed.” He said. I knew he was right, so I let him up and he took my hand, leading me to his car. I got in and Kris slammed the door shut, getting into the driver’s seat.
He drove us to the apartment he decided to rent for the time being. He let one hand go of the wheel and figured it’d be fun to mess with me. His hands rubbed up and down my thigh squeezing a few times. I was just about to open my legs a little more when we pulled into the garage. He quickly opened my door and pulled me behind him, eager for a release of all the sexual frustration we’ve been holding in.
He opened the door to the apartment and in no time at all he tossed my top to the floor, pulling me in for a heated make-out. His tongue brushed my bottom lip wanting access. I held the back of his head and kissed him deeply.
His hands unbuttoned my jeans, sliding them off before lifting me up and wrapping my legs around him. I kept a firm grip on his shoulders as he walked us up to his room. He turned around and sat on the bed, letting me straddle him. I never wanted this perfect moment to end.
I pushed my body weight onto him forcing him to lay on his back. I kissed down his jaw and nibbled on the little spot on his neck that drove him crazy. His grip on my thighs tightened and I moaned against his neck, vibrating the exposed vein.
“Y/n…” He moaned into the air. I stood up, off the bed and faced him.
“You are wearing a few too many layers,” I said eyeing his shirt. He started to strip down until I stopped him halfway. I snuck my fingers into the hem of his underwear, looking him in the eye as I pulled it over his rock hard member. I smirked at the power I had over him. It feels good to know He’s been as pent up as I was.
I took his hand, bringing it to my panties he bought me before leaving. He eyed me up and down and pulled them down my legs slowly. I took a few baby steps closer to him and spread my legs over his lap, crawling back onto the bed. His hands held onto my back and unhooked my matching bra. He just stared at my naked body until I finally leaned down and kissed his lips gently.
He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling us further onto the bed so his legs were completely on the covers. I ‘accidentily’ grinded down when he got into a comfortable position. His head fell back, giving into my every touch. I rubbed our centers together until he couldn’t take any more teasing.
“Tell me what you want Kris,” I said in a seductive tone.
“I want to fuck you. I want you so weak, you can’t stand tomorrow.” He said with darkening eyes. I smiled and sunk down, just enough to let his tip enter me. I hummed at the small amount of friction. Kris wanted more. He turned us over and held me down.
“You have no idea how difficult is it to just think about the things I can do to you day in and day out. You are not going to tease me tonight.” His voice made me even wetter than I was before.
His thumb brushed my entrance and he smoothly thrust into my in one movement. I held my palms to his chest, feeling his pec muscles flex. I slowly moved my hips up to match his stroke.
“Mmm~ Just like that,” I said encouraging him to move faster. He picks up his speed, just like I wanted. The bed rocked with each sensual thrust back and forth. His hands wander my body gently, touching as much as he could. I held onto his shoulder as he started to get rougher.
“Wait, wait, Kris.” He stopped and looked at my with confusion. I pushed him back and straddled him again, facing him. I moved my hips in vigorous figure eights, feeling his thick cock move inside me.I bounced up and down as Kris gripped my hips again, moving me up and down.
His eyes were directly on my chest while he smirked to himself. I leaned back, letting him get a better view. His lips pressed to the valley of my breasts and we started to feel that familiar built up. I clenched onto the sheets as my orgasm pulsed through me. Kris grunted as he started his high as well. I held onto him instead, leaving no space between us. It was the most amazing feeling. By far the best orgasm I’ve felt in a long time. I moaned Kris’s name like it was the only word I knew.
He pushed himself into me a few more times, riding out the last bit of euphoria. His panting started to get heavier with each breath. I felt his erection soften and pull out of me, letting me fall back against the mattress. He laid out next to me, catching his breath.
“Well, you were right,” I said
“About what, baby?”
“My legs feel like jelly,” I said with a laugh. Kris laughed with me until he facial expression changed into a serious look.
“So is this it? Are you going back tomorrow?” He asked
“Well, my plane doesn’t leave until later at night, so I can for sure watch your stunt scenes tomorrow before the flight. He held my hand and looked down at my fingers.
“It won’t be much longer, I promise. As soon as filming is over, I’m coming home. I hate being away for you for so long.” He said with a sincere expression. I brushed back a few stray hairs out of his face and tilted his chin to look at me.
“No matter how long it takes, I’ll still be here.” He smiled and kissed my lips once more.
“God, you are just so addictive. I don’t know what it is, but you just have this permanent place in my mind. I’m pretty sure the crew is sick of me talking about you.” He said relaxing beside me. I hummed in response and Kris covered me with the blankets. We finished off the night with sweet whispers and stolen kisses here and there. There is no one else I would book a last minute flight for. He just has that hold on me.
I bit my lip as I read it over and over again, feeling the guilt rise up the back of my throat where it sat like a bitter reminder of what I was doing. Sebastian wasn’t mine and the feelings I had for him only served to confuse me more. On one hand I felt as though every indiscretion and betrayal of Lisa’s trust nailed the door shut on our friendship, that it was pushing us further apart. But on the other, I loved Sebastian.
The first time we’d slept together it had been purely physical, just sex. We were stuck in a hotel room together with alcohol and way too much free time, ending with us tangled under the sheets with heaving breaths. The few times after that had just been sex as well, a way to let off steam for the both of us, to get out everything we couldn’t find the words for.
But eventually just sex had turned to feelings and I couldn’t see the harmlessness of it any longer. After the last time we’d been together and I realized how I felt I freaked, ending it before I wanted more. But no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t get it out of my head. I couldn’t forget the firmness of his lips as we kissed or the hurried way his hands skimmed over my body, stripping me of my clothes; it was hard to not remember how it had felt every time he was inside me.
Taking a shaky breath I thumbed through my contacts until I reached his name, tapping on call before I could change my mind. He picked up on the third ring. “Hey gorgeous,” He answered, voice thick and low. “Hey,” I replied, swallowing harshly around the lump in my throat. “You gonna come over?” “Seb we - we shouldn’t - Lisa…” “Isn’t here, she went out for a few hours with her friends,” Sebastian paused, a quiet whine falling from his lips and I knew instantaneously what he was doing. “Don’t make me beg baby.”
Picture this (part 1): Evak laying on a bed, (~after sex 👀👀 ~) and Isak is falling asleep on top of Even and Even has his arms wrapped tightly (but not too tightly) around Isak and he's stroking his hair and his back and his shoulders and giving little kisses to his head and Isak is just like ~I want this to last forever please don't go or move this is Perfect~ in his little overwhelmed brain
(part 2): Even can see that he’s falling asleep yet trying not to so he whispers “My baby” and gives another kiss and says “you can sleep, I’m not gonna leave you”. And with that, Isak falls asleep with Even’s arms holding him a little tighter and listening to his steady heartbeat right below his ear and thinking about how he calls him “My baby” only during intimate moments and how he loves him so much he’s gonna implode
Part 3: And Even just keeps stroking his hair and shoulders and back while giving little kisses (which are just his lips brushing his golden hair) and how Isak is his baby and how much he loves this grumpy child. So yeah, Even likes to call Isak “My baby” whenever they get intimate and in the quiet.
“TAEHYUNG!” You screech, your voice echoing off the walls.
“You’re going to wake–”
“TAEHYUNG!” You scream again, leaning on the table for support. “Why do you keep doing this to us?”
Taehyung leans forward, a smug smirk embossed across his face. He grabs a small piece of paper out of his pocket and slams it down on the table. You instantly pick it up, running your fingers down the corner of the paper until you reach the bottom.
The end of the ticket clearly read,
ADMINISTERED BY: OFFICER PARK SUYEUNG
OFFENSE: DESTRUCTION OF PERSONAL PROPERTY
OFFENDER: KIM TAEHYUNG
You slowly look up to him, the man you once had loved and cherished, suddenly disappearing before your eyes once again.
“Do you even love us anymore?” You interrogate, staring him straight in his unfamiliar brown eyes.
He nods quickly, leaning back and looking you up and down.
A tear streams from your eye and down the cheek, finally resting on the top of your hand.
“Don’t cry baby!” Taehyung attempts to comfort, snatching the piece of paper from your hands and putting his arm around you at once.
“Please stop this.” You mutter into your hands, knocking his arm off your shoulder at once.
“What?” He replies, a tone of irritation suddenly more apparent in his voice.
“Don’t think you can do stupid shit and just get away with it! How are we going to pay this?!” You scream, taking a couple of steps back from him.
“You’re going to wake–”
“STOP SAYING THAT TAEHYUNG!” You scream again. “YOUR OWN KID WON’T RECOGNIZE YOU AT THIS POINT! DON’T ACT LIKE YOU CARE ABOUT HIM!” Taehyung takes a couple of steps forward, looking extremely annoyed. He grabs your chin roughly, tilting your head up.
“What did you say to me?” He asks harshly. You attempt to smack his hand away, but his alternate hand quickly intercepts, gripping harder and harder onto you. His breath was extremely potent with the stench of alcohol.
“Tae..” You mutter, him inches away from your mouth. “Did you drink?” You ask helplessly.
Taehyung grins evilly, trying to get you to look into his eyes.
“Look at me.” He commands, moving your chin in every which way to try and meet your eyes.
“Tae!” You whisper yell, trying to fidget around to get his grip off of you.
“Look into my eyes..” He orders again darkly, smiling as he continues to fight for your attention like a child.
He thinks this is a game. He totally thinks this is a game.
“TAEHYUNG!” You scream, shoving him back with your forearm. He stumbles back a few feet and falls onto the ground before realizing you weren’t messing around.
“Pfff,” Taehyung snaps, now shaking with anger. “You wonder why I won’t give you my last name you fuckin’ wench.” He taunts, slowly standing up and dialing a number into his phone.
“TAEHYUNG!” You scream whilst rubbing your choked wrists, still cowering against the kitchen wall.
“I’m coming.” Taehyung says into his phone, then slipping on his shoes and shoving his phone back into his pocket. He reaches for the handle on the front door, catching your gaze and staring into your eyes before leaving.
“You brought this onto yourself.” He instigates, then forcefully opening up the front door and storming out into the night. Your eyes fall upon his missing car keys on the side table, causing you instant images of horror.
“Oh my god, oh my god..” You mutter, starting to feel your heart pound out of your chest. Pictures of Taehyung’s car crashed into trees, houses, people- all animated vividly and clearly in your head. You quickly grab your phone from your back pocket, dialing Taehyung’s number as you enter your baby’s room.
“Hi [Y/S/N]..” You whisper softly, stroking your son’s smooth forehead. He was fast asleep.
“Hurry up.” Taehyung grunts on the other line as your baby’s eyes fluttered open.
“Please get out of that car.” You say calmly into the phone that was nestled between your cheek and shoulder, being careful not to startle the baby.
“Oh my god.. Did you call me just for that?” Taehyung retorts on the other end.
“Taehyung..” You plead. “I’m coming for you.”
“Goodbye.” Taehyung sneers, quickly hanging up the phone. You carefully, but hurriedly, pick the baby up out of his crib, dressing him in the jacket that Taehyung’s mother had bought for him. It was a little bit too big on his feeble, sixth month old body.
“Good boy, good boy..” You whisper to the baby on the verge of tears as you button up the small buttons. “I’m so sorry for waking you. Daddy made a couple of–” A giant lump forms in the middle of your throat. You wouldn’t break down in front of your son. Not here, not now.
“Let’s go baby.” You say moving swiftly through the house, grabbing your pair of car keys off the side table. As you reach your car, you quickly open up the backdoor and place the baby in his car seat, then slamming the door shut. You fumble with the handle of the driver side door, finally getting into the car.
“Locate Kim Taehyung.” You gulp into your phone.
“Locating Kim Taehyung..” Your phone repeats back to you. After about a half a minute of searching for Taehyung, your phone locates him; a dot right down the road popping up.
“Motel?” You mutter under your breath. Why a motel? Who could he be with?
Surely not anyone he had been close to long ago. Maybe some of his new friends?
He completely skipped out on the group reunion last month like he had several times before. Nobody wanted Taehyung near their family with his track record after the band had disbanded.
Hoseok had been at home tending for his father and mother nowadays, Jimin recently had gotten married, Jungkook had been dating a pretty women for a long time but that relationship failed and he started to do some solo work, Yoongi had founded a company by himself.. That leaves one person if Taehyung were to be with one of his old friends. Namjoon.
Namjoon had done absolutely nothing since the group disbanded, much like Taehyung. If anything, Namjoon had just as many scandals as Taehyung. Strip clubs, alcohol, drugs, jail time.. All on Namjoon’s track record.
You start up the car, trying to wipe away thoughts of the worst possible combination- Namjoon and Taehyung. Your eyes flicker to the rear view mirror, checking on the baby. His head was tipped back in the car seat, the identical nose mole that his father has extremely prominent on his own nose.
As you pull out of the driveway, hands shaking on the wheel as the GPS leads you to Taehyung’s destination, the time looms around 2AM.
You round the corner, hitting the first stoplight. As you see the shining sign of the motel up ahead, your heart starts to pound faster and faster again. When the light goes green, you push down the acceleration pedal harder than expected, waking the baby up with a jolt. A low hum comes out of his mouth before developing into a slightly louder cry.
“Hold on! Hold on baby!” You promise him, adjusting the rear view mirror so he was in your sight. His chubby long fingers, (which he also had inherited from his father) covering his closed dark brown eyes. As you pull into the motel parking lot, quickly jumping out of the car and taking the baby out of the car seat, you can hear talking in the distance.
“Sh sh sh..” You whisper into the top of his small fuzzy head, slowly closing the two open car doors. The bouncing and snuggling into your chest instantly calms him. You lock the car with one press of a button on the keys, slowly advancing the steps to the motel.
“Excuse me?” You ask the overweight man manning the front desk of the motel just as you enter the lobby. It’s clear he wasn’t very invested into his job.
“How many?” He asks without looking at you, spinning his chair around and opening a filing cabinet.
“Ah..” You stroke the baby’s head. “I was just asking if there was anyone under the name of Kim Taehyung?”
The man slowly spins his chair back around to you, setting down the (presumably) room registration forms.
“We can’t disclose any customer information.” He exasperates, resting his elbow on the aged desk.
“Ah.” You say nodding your head, resting your hand on the baby’s back. “Thank you.” You bow, slowly walking out of the entrance to the motel. As your foot hits the last step before entering the pavement, a familiar smell infiltrates your nose.
“Look who showed up!” The voice says maliciously. You quickly jump back, almost falling down the stairs and landing on the baby. A single light illuminates him; Taehyung leans against the wall, one foot on the ground and one stuck to the wall almost as if there were gum on the bottom of his shoe keeping his foot there. He quickly takes the candy out of his mouth and throws it on the ground; a smile turning coarse, slowing starting towards you and the baby. You hug the baby even closer, your hand softly but firmly holding his neck. As Taehyung walks down the stairs and meets your feet, the smell of alcohol was more potent than ever. Taehyung reaches for the baby but you jerk him closer into your torso.
“You can’t hold him.” You try to say without a waver in your voice, failing.
“What?” Taehyung remarks, a crooked smile forming in the corner of his mouth. “Give me my kid.” He asserts, his long fingers connecting to your wrist near the baby’s lower neck.
“TAEHYUNG!” You squirm trying to escape his suffocating grip, shifting in every which way to avoid giving him the baby. With one quick motion, his hands are around the back of your neck; squeezing as hard as he can. You release the baby into his arm; totally under his control.
His fingers instantly release from your neck, giving you your vision and discharge from his inflicting pain.
“That’s my baby boy..” He says drunkenly, staring at him baby and starting to stroke his cheek.
“GIVE ME HIM BACK!” You erupt; anger, frustration, and feelings of lost power all boiling up in you.
Taehyung slowly looks up at you once again, his eyes burning holes through your own.
“Sh.. You’ll wake the baby.” He remarks shamelessly, an evil smile evident on his face.
You push the hair out of your eyes, attempting to make a running attack on Taehyung’s arm. As you run at him, his hand easily stops you by pushing back your chest. He dangerously holds the baby in the air with one hand, the other one on your chest; holding you back.
“PLEASE TAE!” You scream with tears in your eyes, looking up at the hovering baby only being supported by Taehyung’s left hand.
“STOP TRYING!” He screams back, bringing the baby back down in front of his lower abdomen. For a couple more seconds he holds the baby, staring him in the eyes before someone rounds the brick wall of the motel; coming up behind Taehyung.
“Taehyung..” The man stops himself while stepping out of the shadows and into the dim streetlamp.
It was Namjoon.
“Y/N..” Namjoon mutters, rushing down the stairs and bringing you into a soft hug. Something rattles besides your head as he ghosts–what sounds like-- a can a few feet away from your ear. The smell of heavy smoke emits from Namjoon’s clothing, making you gag as you hug him. He slowly backs away from you and looks from you to the baby that Taehyung had now pulled into his arms. Looking down at Namjoon’s own hands, you can see a crumpled up plastic bag in one hand and two spray paint cans in the other.
“Is this him?” Namjoon says hysterically, a smile forming on his face as he shoves the spray paint bottles into Taehyung’s stomach in exchange for the baby.
“Please–” You cut yourself off as Taehyung shoots a glare to you. Namjoon starts to bounce the baby in his arms, a scar apparent over the place his dimple had been just 5 years before.
“Wah..” Namjoon says holding the baby up in the air. “I’ve always wanted a kid..” His thoughts trail off. “Namjoon–” Taehyung says grabbing his attention. “Let’s go.” He orders, grabbing onto Namjoon’s bicep and guiding the baby back to your arms. Taehyung and Namjoon turn around without another word, disappearing behind the side of the motel. You trail behind them as they sprint up the stairs to the second floor of the motel that had twice as many rooms as the foregoing. They shake the spray paint cans and uncap them, starting to make pictures, lines, and curses all over the walls.
“TAEHYUNG! NAMJOON!” You start, running over to the stairs and going up after them as fast as you can. When you reach the second floor, Namjoon and Taehyung already have a 30 yard head start.
“TAEHYUNG!” You scream again breathlessly, making the baby start to cry. This finally catches Taehyung’s attention from Namjoon’s loud slurs and innuendos. He turns around to you, starting to walk backwards; a huge smile on his face. He hits Namjoon on the arm, then pointing to you and laughing. With the two facing towards you walking backwards, all thoughts stop. Taehyung continues to spray the wall although his full attention is on you.
“TAEHYUNG! STOP!” You breathlessly scream over the babies loud cries. This wasn’t what you wanted to say– this wasn’t even the start of what you wanted to say. How would an intoxicated Taehyung be able to comprehend your words on top of the baby’s screams?
Your attempt earns an eyeroll and a nudge from Namjoon. The two instantly turn back around and sprint up the stairs to the third floor.
“Oh my god..” You say out of breath and tearful. “It’s ok baby boy..” You mutter in his ear, now fully stopped. In the process of being bounced, his hand unintentionally touches the top of your cell phone.
“No no..” You whisper wearily into his ear. “We can’t call the police..”
Calling the police was not an option. Calling the police has never been an option. Not for Taehyung.
His screams instantly intensify at the end of the sentence; almost as if he, a sixth month year old, could comprehend what you were saying.
“Excuse me!” A rigid voice moans irritably from behind you. “Is everything okay out here?!”
You hadn’t even thought about the people that had been fast asleep. Your eyes dart over to the thick red mark across the room’s window. The man’s eyes follow yours and a gasp emits from his mouth.
“OH MY GOD!” He screams running back into his room and heading over to the phone.
“NO NO NO!” You scream helplessly as a tear sticks to your eyelashes. “PLEASE!”
The man shakes his head. “ARE YOU CRAZY?!”
Just as you run out of the room, thudding back down the stairs comes Taehyung and Namjoon. They laugh and joke around casually, throwing the empty spray paint cans aside as Namjoon’s distinguishes his cigarette.
“T-T..” You manage to get out as he walks right past you.
“Come on.” He stops in his place with a wicked smile spread across his lips, offering his hand.
“Let’s go man..” Namjoon nags anxiously.
“Sh.” Taehyung says in short, putting his finger over his lips.
“We’re going to get caught!” Namjoon yells erratically.
“LEAVE THEN!” Taehyung shouts back, turning his head back towards you with that same smile.
Namjoon rolls his eyes, throwing the plastic bag at Taehyung’s feet, running down the stairs back to the ground floor.
Tae’s head snaps back to you, his arm still extended for you to take.
“I think you should follow Namjoon.” You beckon, holding the softly crying baby in your arms.
Taehyung looks down at Namjoon who had just reached the last step and back to you.
Swallowing back tears, you uneasily take Taehyung’s hand.
“I really love you.” Taehyung says rubbing your arm as you descend the steps.
The lump in your throat was so strong you couldn’t speak.
“And this baby boy too.” Taehyung smiles, rubbing the baby’s cheek as a police siren sounds in the distance.
A tear falls from your eye opposite from Taehyung, you quickly rub it away.
“Where are you going?” He asks, pointing at your car that was clearly in front of you.
“L-let’s–” You can’t even get the words out at this point. What were you doing?
“Let’s stay here for a few minutes.” You stammer.
“But Y/N..” Taehyung looks off into the distance, running his fingers through his hair.
“Please.” You protest.
Taehyung nods, forcing a smile on his face and offering his hand out once again.
“I’m going to stand near the car, ok?” You whisper to Taehyung. “You stand there.”
Taehyung scratches his head, confused, but obliges; staring at you from a distance.
“You’re so good at that.” He smiles, no embarrassment at all.
You rub the now calm baby’s back and smile at your feet.
“Bouncing the baby?”
He nods and smiles; had he not noticed the stop to the menacingly loud sirens?
“Taehyung?” You distract him as a police officer slowly creeps up behind him, handcuffs at the ready.
“Mmm?” Taehyung replies, sticking his hands deeper into his pockets.
You don’t manage to utter out what you want before having to slam your eyes shut due to Taehyung’s suffering.
“It’s ok.. It’s ok..” You whimper to yourself, rubbing the back of the baby’s head, turned away.
“Y/N!” Taehyung calls breathlessly. “Y/N!”
You slowly turn towards him, uncovering your eyes. His whole body was squished against the door of the cop car; his eyes glued on you.
“Yeah Taehyung?” You reply, wiping the tear on your cheek.
Niall: They brought us in a room right when we came, The doctor has been coming to check how much i’m dilated it’s been 8 hours.“Ni” i whispered as another contraction came “SH babe I’m right here” he stroked my hair.Then the Doctor came, he was checking “Ms. Horan You are ready to push”“Really”“Yes we will be back in a couple of minutes to get things ready” she left me with Niall “Ni I’m scare it’s going to hurt”“It will be okay.” The nurses & Doctor came back in. “Okay Y/n are you ready” i looked at Niall he kissed my forehead “I guess” “Okay breath in and push” “AH” I pushed “You got this babe” Niall cheered on. I kept Pushing “Your doing great Y/n we can see the head” the nurse said. I kept pushing to hear a baby cry.The nurse took her to clean “You did great babe” Niall kissed my lips and the nurse came with our little girl.“Here is your little girl” she handed me my baby.“She is beautiful"Niall stroked her cheek. "Welcome to the world Ally Horan” i kissed her forehead.
Liam: We have been here all night, our family & boys came.I tried to sleep but the contraction just won’t let me.“Liam when are they going to come out” i groaned as another contraction hit.“They will come out when they are ready babe” he massaged my shoulder.The doctor came in and checked me “Ms.Payne It’s seems that you are ready to push"she told the nurse something "We’re having our boys” i whispered to Liam “You ready babe” he asked me “More than ever” I whispered.“Okay Y/n just breath in and Push when we tell you too” i nodded and Liam grabbed one leg as the Nurse hold the other one “On my count” the doctor said and counted. I pushed for what seem forever “We see a head” the Doctor said “You hear that babe” Liam smiled i continued to push until i hear one cry.“We have one down now another one to go” i threw my head back and pushed again. They cleaned my other boy as i pushed.“Here is the second boy” i heard and yelled one last time until i heard a cry. Liam kissed me and the nurse brought our boys to us.“Look at our boys" Welcome Taylor & Jasper Payne…
Harry: Harry came in no time to the hospital. Everyone was here waiting for our baby boy. It’s been 6 hours since i came and they said i am ready to push."Harry I’m scare it’s going to hurt”“Don’t worry honey the pain is not as bad when you think of your baby boy"my mom said "That’s right babe we will have a baby boy in a couple minutes” Harry kissed me as the doctor came back in. My mom & Harry grabbed my legs. “Okay Y/n we need you to start pushing” i nodded and pushed as the nurse counted down.“C'mon babe you can do it” Harry said. I screamed again as i pushed. Gemma was filming this moment “You can do it honey” my mom said I pushed one last time before the doctor said “We see a head” everyone cheered and i continued to push. I heard my baby boy first cry & started to cry.“You did it babe” Harry wiped my tears and kiss me.“Here we have your baby boy"The nurse brought my boy to us."Welcome to the world Nathan Styles” Harry said as he took a photo of him.
Zayn: They prepared me for the C-section “Zayn I’m scare” i cried to Zayn “It’s okay babe I’m here all the way”“It’s Time” the nurse said as they took us to the room. Zayn grabbed my hand and filmed what they did “Zayn” i cried “Sh Sh babe it will be worth it” Zayn whispered. They started to do their business.“Here we have a girl"The nurse took the crying babe girl with them "You saw her babe” Zayn said “Yes” “We have a boy” the nurse took him but i didn’t hear him cry.“Why isn’t he crying?” i asked panic no one answered me.The nurse surrounded them “Zayn what’s wr-” i was cut off to hear my baby boy first cry. I cried “He scared me” i whispered Zayn kissed my forehead “You did great babe.” Welcome Kellan & Skylar Malik’
Louis: His P.o.v. We have been here for 9 hours the doctor said that Y/n is ready to push finally.I stroked y/n hair as the nurse prepared everything.“Lou I’m scare”“It’s going to be okay babe” i kissed her forehead “Okay Y/n You will have to push really hard until the nurse counts down” Y/n nodded. I grabbed her leg as Y/n mom hold the other one.Y/n started to push “Your doing great babe”“AH” Y/n yelled. Y/n has been pushing & the doctor finally said she saw a head.“Your almost there babe"Y/n was sweating but still looked Amazing.Then we heard our Baby girl first cry. Y/n threw her head back to the pillow "That was the hardest thing i have ever done"she said taking deep breath "Just wait until we have more babe” she looked at me with wide eyes “Just wait a bit because you ain’t going threw this” i kissed her lips and Y/n mom came with our baby girl.“Here is my little granddaughter” she handed Y/n the baby.“Welcome to the world Valentine Tomlinson” I whispered as i stroked my baby girls cheek.