Just Us. 

 

Chapter 1.

 

 

 

 

"Daddy, where's mommy?"

What the hell was he supposed to say?

Mommy left because daddy couldn't treat her right, it's actually daddy's fault for yelling in mommy's face and telling her to get the  out and leave if she wanted to.

Sh*t

He couldn't say that.

He didn't want to risk his daughter hating him too.

See things were perfectly fine 4 hours ago.

He was working of course. working on a new song that he needed- no wanted to finish by tonight. His phone turned off so he wouldn't be disturbed, he didn't need any distractions while he was working anyway, if he wanted to get this finished he needed to be concentrated and isolated. He'd been sitting in the same spot since practice ended, which was about 6 hours ago, to say he wasn't exhausted would be a lie, he was in fact beyond exhausted.

Yet even as tired as he was he was still determined to get his work done, get it over with, then he could move onto the next thing.

And by next thing, he means more work.

His original plans were to finish the song he was working on now then start working on another song he wanted to get halfway finished by tonight also. If he got halfway through the next song then he would be able to finish the entire thing the next day, then work on another song.

Of course, it doesn't only take a day or two to finish an entire goddamn song that could probably be the next hit, or in their album if it gets accepted. It, in fact, takes days, weeks, months, years. 

Took him years to finally release his mixtape, it could take him years to finish the song he was working on now, but you never know. Yet again he's determined he knows exactly what words he wants to put in this song, he knows that the beat he created fits well perfectly with this song. He knows it so well to be positively sure he can finish this entire thing by tonight.

As focused as he was, his mind still kept drifting off to unnecessary things when he couldn't come up with anything, it's like as soon he went off track, or moved his eyes elsewhere besides his computer screen his mind would think about something else. He didn't even know what that something else was seeing as the thought left as fast as it came. He couldn't just simply put words into a song, he wanted his words to have meaning, he wanted the fans he cared so dear for to feel how grateful he was towards them. 

The Fans, no Army, was just 1 of the things he always had on his mind 24/7, the feeling of not wanting to disappoint lingering in each members hearts. He wasn't planning on letting them down, after everything they've done for him and his team. 

For those, he can't see, for those he can't remember, for those he can't personally be close to. He wants them to hear him, to feel how he feels, to speak and have a connection with him through his music. To share something he loves so very much with people that continue to cheer him on, even tho he doesn't know them(Personally)it means a lot to him. That's one reason he works so hard.

Another reason he works so damn hard is not only I himself and the fans, but also for his team. Believe it not he believes not everything is about the fans, nor even himself when it comes to music. He thinks about s to, their dreams too. Jungkook and Taehyung's love for singing, Jimin and Hoseok's love for dancing, his leaders love for rapping, and his Hyung's love for singing also. Not only he but s enjoy the thrill, the thrill of being on stage, the beating in their hearts louder than the fans screams that proceed to make they go deaf, the sweat trailing from his forehead all the way down to his chin and the music, the music that they enjoy making. For them is also another reason.

Out of sheer anger and hatred, he also works hard because he wants to prove the people that said they couldn't do it wrong. Wants to tell them that they made it, and there going higher, higher than the very top. Wants to grab their success like a pile of dirt and throw it right in their face, like little children bullying another child. Even tho he's angry and his hate burns strong somewhere deep inside of him, he's better than that, and if he ever sees those people again, the ones who looked down on him and his team, he'll just simply wave and smile. The reason for that is because he's at the top, and there at the bottom, he could just simply crush them, with the lift of his foot, stomping on them like they were just merely bugs. But he won't, because again he's better than that, he's already successful, but his hatred doesn't just fade away.

The last and 1 of the most important reasons, is because of his child.

His daughter.

His daughter's existence was in fact known among his fans, his entire relationship was known throughout the country. 

He can still remember the day the media found out, sitting in the living room with his fellow roommates, eating the breakfast Jin had cooked which was always a bit too salty for his liking. His daughter only 3 mouths old in Taehyung's lap playing with her little fingers, he can still remember the squeaky sound that erupted out of his daughter's mouth made as he played with her while he simply watched the news. Then there it was. 

"Big News: Rapper Min Yoongi, Also known as Suga from k-pop group called BTS debuting under BigHit Entertainment, only 3 years into his career and he has already been confirmed to be in a relationship with someone and not only that he was caught seen by a fan who took pictures of him and saw him with not only his girlfriend but with a baby! Is this baby his? The fan eventually uploaded the photo on twitter and now fans are demanding answers!  What is Min yoongi hiding! More news on-" 

His brain could only think about the words that had been said, he can remember how much panic he felt, for himself and for his group, Minhee to. The assuring words they whispered to one another after the news had been shared. The love and fondness, he loved her so much to think how far apart they are now, break his heart a little. 

He and his partner, Minhee at the time, were not married, fortunately, it's not that he didn't love her but he just wasn't ready for marriage, but his should've thought about that before getting her pregnant. Her parents, of course, wanted them to get married, but he and his parents politely refused (It was mostly him, he was rude about it to be honest but he hates her ing parents), leaving her father frustrated and angry. In all honesty, he could care less about how her father feels, her father claims yoongi's always been out for all the money that his daughter has, which is so completely untrue and useless he always just drops the subject. He still loves her somewhat, and still takes care of his child but music……his music. He doesn't want to blame everything on his job but, music is one of the reasons why he and Minhee split up, and because he was supposedly more focused on the fans and work that he didn't have any time for her, is what she said.

 His daughter stays with him and the other boys only on the weekends, he only keeps her for 3 days and unfortunately on some of those days he has to work, which means sometimes she has to sit on the hard wooden floor that's located in their practice room and watch them dance. Other times she has to sit backstage as they do interviews or on stage performances,  she even has to sit in his studio and watch him type aimlessly on his keyboard. Sometimes he feels bad for her, they only have small conversations when he's working, but when he's not he focuses all his attention solely on his daughter. 

 

 

But today, things just aren't going his way. 

 

 

His pale fingers went limp on his keyboard, his head snapping towards the door when knocks were heard. He took a deep breath and sighed, relaxing his body, he really didn't want to be bothered right now, all he was trying to focus on doing was finishing his work. Who could be knocking on his studio door at this time anyway, didn't the others leave?

 

"Who is it?"

 

He felt the words leave before he could even process he had said them himself. 

 

With his words, someone opened the door just enough to pop their head in, that head belonging to Jimin. He watched as Jimin slowly opened the door and made his way inside, the light from the hallway brightening up the dark room more than his dim computer screen did so. He wasn't really curious as to why Jimin was still here, the kid was probably practicing, he just wondered why he didn't notice him here before.

 

"What do you want?" He heard himself say

 

Jimin only smiled shutting the door behind him, yoongi heard the soft click of the door and watched as Jimin lazily leaned against it "It's nice to see you to hyung" 

 

Frustration and Irritation are all he felt in this moment. He really didn't have time for games, not to mention he couldn't quite come up with anything. In his head, he was so ing sure he knew exactly what he wanted to do, but being interrupted made all his thoughts fly away. He's blaming jimin for this. Jimin was basically wasting his time and he needs every second he could get, if Jimin wanted to tell him something, he better hurry up because he can feel himself running out of patience. He wondered if his expression showed how frustrated he was because Jimin quickly lifted himself off the door and stood straight.

 

"Have you been here since practice ended?" He only nodded, moving his mouse upwards watching on the computer screen as the pointer appeared again from hiding. "I've been here the entire time, didn't you know?" He found himself asking a question, which was taking up more time, the time that he oh so very much needed. Jimin raised his hands up in front of him and shook them along with his head, taking a seat on one of the beanbags next to his chair. "Ani, I've been here since practice ended too, but since I didn't see the guys leave I thought you were with them" 

 

"Right." He said squinting his eyes when his computer screen popped up something about a software update, it's been asking him about an update for months now, it's not like he didn't want to update his software, believe me, he would love to get rid of this annoying pop up that seems to even pop up when he's working. It's just that he's afraid that if he updates, then everything will be gone, all his files all his music, it's happened before too.

 

Jimin only sat still, quiet with his hands fidgeting in his lap. Yoongi didn't mind him being in here, but he'd really wish Jimin would stop tapping his foot and biting his nails, and of course the fidgeting is what he hates most. It's obvious he has something to say. So he decides to just get this over with.

 

He closes his eyes, let's out a big breath he didn't even know he was holding in and turns his computer off. Turning his computer off means he's done, done for the night anyway, he still has so much work he has to do, he's not even finished with the first song to move onto the next one. He just shrugs to himself, he guesses that's just more work for him tomorrow then he had originally planned, oh well he doesn't care. 

 

He says this now but in fact, he does care, just thinking about how much work he's gonna have to do tomorrow, he tries not to get stressed out at the thought.

He spins himself around in his chair and faces Jimin, who's currently staring at him in confusion.

"What are-"

"Cut the crap, what do you want Jimin" 

 Yawning, he puts his entangled fingers behind his head. Jimin only hangs his head down, and for some reason, Yoongi gets the feeling that whatever Jimin's about to say can't be very important.

"Hyung……Minhee, she, she called me…" 

Yoongi only rolls his eyes, he's happy he turned his phone off, he didn't want to hear from anyone when he was working, if he would've heard from her he'd be pissed. Pissed only because she would of most likely started an argument about something completely unnecessary. The love he has for that woman has been slowly fading ever since they called quits on their relationship. 

That was when Nari, his daughter was 2 she's 5 now.

Even if he's thinking a lot about the situation his only comment to Jimin's sudden confession is

"What the hell does she want?"

Jimin smiles sadly at his words. "She wanted to know when we were coming home…"

 

Yoongi moved his hands from behind his head letting his left arm fall down on the arm of the chair and using his other arm to combed his fingers through his bright blonde hair. "What does she mean? 'when are you coming home' is she at our house?" If she was at their house he would be extremely angry it's not even Friday so she has no reason to be there, if his daughter isn't there then he could care less about anything she has to say. He immediately felt his blood boil and rise up to his face. 

"Call her and tell her she needs to leave"  

The look on Jimin's face showed nothing but pure panic, the venom in Yoongi's voice was no joke.

"Ah, hyung you-" 

"Fine I'll do it" He shut jimin up real quick, grabbing his phone and roughly pressing each number, he was clearly angry he could still be working right now instead of dealing with something so unnecessary. As soon as he had dialed the number she had immediately picked up the phone, saying hello and waiting for his reply. 

"Why are you at my house?" He tried to say as nicely as he could, but trying to pretend you're not angry is hard for him, so he's pretty sure she heard how irritated he was.

She huffed on the other side of the phone and he's positive she rolled her eyes.

 

"Don't get an attitude with me, I'm not happy to be here either."

 

"Good, then you should leave"

 

"Believe me I wish I could, I've been here for hours waiting for you"

 

"No one said you had to wait for me."

 

"I-"

 

"You're wasting my time, what do you want?"

For a few seconds, all he heard was silence, she coughed a little and made him wait a little longer before answering his question. "It's Nari….." Instead of leaning back in his chair he quickly rose up from his seat moving things out the way rather roughly on his desk his hands searching for his car keys. With no luck finding the keys on his desk he patted his body with both hands up and down holding his phone between his head and his shoulder until he found the keys. He was ready to leave if there was anything wrong. His anger quickly turned into concern, Jimin not having any clue what's going on just left the studio but he assumed Jimin was getting his stuff. 

"What happened? Is she okay?"

"I'll tell you when you get here…"

"No, tell me-" 

The call had ended before he could even finish his sentence "Motherf-" he decided not to let the word completely slip and breathed out instead, hurriedly putting his phone in his back pocket, rushing to leave he almost tripped as his foot hit the orange beanbag jimin has sat on just a few minutes ago, quickly catching himself he was happy when he found Jimin already ready to go with his bags as soon as he stepped out the room of his studio, without explaining he motioned jimin to follow him out to his car.

The ride home was quiet jimin didn't ask any questions because he had felt how tense Yoongi was and he didn't want to make any false accusations and make him tenser. Yoongi even cut on the radio and actually let a very stupid song play just to distract him from his thoughts. It didn't help much.

 

 

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Once they had reached home, he had quickly stepped out of his old car and made his way to the doorstep nervously fumbling with his keys, he was in fact so nervous that he even dropped them, twice.

"Hyung maybe I should do it-"

"I got it!" 

Jimin had jumped in surprise at his tone, he hadn't meant to yell at him he really hadn't he was just so..he didn't even know what he was talking about, he rarely ever yelled in the first place he even found hurting a little. He would've said sorry for scaring jimin, but a moment after he had shouted the door opened.

Revealing Jin.

"Your home-"

"Where is she?" 

Passing Jin her started to look around the house for his daughter, he headed straight to his and Jins bedroom first, the door being shut, he attempted to open it but Jin stopped him.

"Wait, she's sleeping"

"I won't wake her" He said coldly glaring as he looked back at him, he tried to open the door, but he was again stopped, not by jin.

By Minhee.

"Fancy seeing you here"

She said smiling her voice even till this day still music to his ears, quickly taking in her appearance she still looked the same, like the same woman he had fallen in love with, but he and her both knew she was long gone, somewhere far away, probably dead. He didn't know, but he missed her.

His face hardens doing the opposite of what his thoughts are hinting him to do.

"Oh really?"

Her smile drops hearing the sarcasm in his voice, not like any of her smiles are real anymore.

"Well this is my house" He finishes 

"Whatever..." She mumbles quietly crossing her arms, over her chest. Here she goes again wasting time and not getting straight to the point.

"What's wrong with Nari?"

"I lied"

"What?" 

"I said I lied okay..."

"What?" He says again but mostly to himself not sure he had heard her completely. "You lied, lied about what?" he continues. She looks down at her hands, and from anyone's point of view it would seem that she's feeling guilty for whatever she lied about, but he's not falling for it, he knows her too well to fall stupid to her tricks.

He's not buying it.

"Stop fu*king wasting time and tell me what's going on" he snaps

she doesn't jump only looks at him sternly.

"I lied about Nari, she's perfectly fine.."

Finally letting go of the door handle he's been holding onto since he got home, he walks up towards her slowly. "Then why the -" 

 

"I wanted to talk to you.."

He can't believe this, he literally can't.  "You called and made me come all the way ing home just so you could tell me something? Couldn't you have said it over the phone? it couldn't have waited? I was ing working-"

 

"It's important yoongi-"

 

"So important to the point where you had to lie and bring our daughter into this?" he accused his voice raising just a bit, he could see jin behind him and jimin to his left, them both wanting to do something to stop the argument, he could tell they wanted to, but they dared not to.

"Yes, that important!"

"Bullsh*t"

"If I had asked to speak to you in person would you have come?"

"Like hell, i would"

"That's why I brought up Nari, because I knew you would listen if she was involved, this is important yoongi so how about you listen to me for once in your ing life!" she said yelling at him his face only inches away from hers now. He stepped back at her sudden outburst putting distance between them rolling his eyes.

"Fine," his voice still cold even though he agreed to talk.

"Hurry up, I don't have all night"

Jin reached out grabbed Jimin's wrist and walking out to the room giving them both a small smile before completely exiting leaving them both standing alone in the silence. 

"I met someone.."

He rolls his eyes, this is so stupid. He moves his hand to his back pocket, hoping to find his cigarettes there, but they aren't he hasn't smoked since high school but he had a sudden urge to start again.

Letting the thought leave his mind he focused on the situation again.

"So? what does that have to do with me?"

She lets out a breath and sits down on the only couch in their house, she waits to speak and again he think's she's only wasting more time. He's getting tired, not like he wasn't tired before, like he said he was beyond exhausted but he had something to keep him focused something he was determined to finish. 

But this, this was just boring and utterly useless, he couldn't even bring himself to really care.

"I'll be in America for at least 3 months, with him...." she whispers afraid if her words might start something.

They do.

"How about you fu*king stay there forever?"

"That's not what I'm say-"

"Stop with the bullsh*t! just fu*king leave! that's obviously what you're saying right?"

She stands up angrily standing right in front of him, her fist balled up to her side.

"No, yoongi you know that's not what I fu*king meant!"

"It obviously is, you wanna leave, just fu*king do it! Please, fu*king leave! We'll be perfectly fine without you, so go up there with whoever the hell this guy is and don't come back! we don't need you-"

He hears it before he feels it, the pain stinging the left side of his cheek.

He was shocked but he didn't show it on his face, she had never hit him, even when they were together. He would be lying if the tears in her eyes didn't make his heart ache a little, but no she brought this on herself.

"Why are you so selfish yoongi....why do you only think about yourself, you don't give a damn about how others feel."

He listens to her words carefully, but he doesn't even try to compare himself with her words. 

He smirks.

"Your right, I don't give a damn, now ing leave never come back."

His cold words pierce her, and he can see it to them way her eyes widen slightly and the tears in her eyes threaten to fall, but before they can she quickly grabs her purse and hurriedly rushes to the door.

Leaving.

He just stands there. In the silence, his body oddly cold even tho the house is warm. 

She's joking. 

She'll come back, right?

He didn't even mean what he said, he didn't mean it. He didn't mean to say any of that, but his brain spoke instead of his heart. Like it usually does.

He sighs making his way to the kitchen, grabbing a glass from the cabinet and filling it up half way with foist water. God, he was such an idiot, he should've kept shut, and usually that's not even a goddamn problem for him. But as soon as he says her face, heard her voice, he doesn't know why but he just got so angry, even the thought of her made him angry.

He throws the glass cup in the sink, ignoring the loud clanking sounds it made, walking back into the living room him and Minhee stood in just a few minutes ago, and he lays himself down on the only coach they have. Staring at the TV, staring at nothing but the black screen it displayed.

He just wanted to sleep, sleep his stress away. Minhee would be back tomorrow he knows she will, she wasn't really gonna leave.

Everything would be perfectly fine tomorrow.

7 am is the last thing he see's before his eyes close, leaving him in nothing but darkness.