Date: February 4th
Time: 10:47pm
Location: We're stuck in Y/n's house again
Mood: That moment when you realize you've wasted an hour to watch Butter melt.
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That night her bed enveloped Y/n with the comfort and safety she had been needing all day.

Cutting the rest of her classes for the afternoon, she had marched her cute butt over to the hospital and then spent the next hour trying to find the right people to speak with, to explain her situation, and to figure out how she could be tested to find out if she was a potential donor match for Hyuna. Several hours, more conversations than she had ever been comfortable with, blood withdrawals, urine tests, cancer screenings and various other medical exams later, she was sent home.

At least she could say she wasn't alone! Today she had earned a new albatross to wear around her neck. This scary hospital bill that had a nifty little payment plan already set up for her convenience. Wonderful.

...now go back and...no, fuck it. No one has time for that.

All day the ever increasingly clingy Jimin had bombarded her with messages. At one point seeming normal but then escalating to the weird. Eventually she got tired of his attitude and turned the phone off.

Any other time she would tell him to shut up. But as of now, she was starting to feel beaten down by everyone close to her. The man supposed to be her father just wanted money. Jimin had the audacity to ask if she wasn't answering because she was with another man. Those emotions that had hidden behind a cloud of numbness for the past week had rushed back all at once with startling abruptness. And with it, every negative mannerism and bad habit she had worked so hard to stop came along.

The nervous twitching. Clasping her hands tightly together. The cold sweats. The persistent stutter. It wasn't just people pushing her down, it was her own body trying to set her back. Everything put together, it wasn't like little worries laid out for her to cross. It was huge ones stacked on top of one another to create a mountain of fuckery. And at the top:

Hyuna was dying.

Her best friend...was dying. Y/n wasn't mad that she was just finding this out. She was hurt. For whatever reason, Hyuna had decided that she shouldn't be privy to that information. Of course she had her own reasons for that and was the one actually having to face her own mortality.

But it was the way she said it. Like it was no big deal, like everyone else knew. As if Y/n should have noticed it. Because...she should have. That was how she felt. This whole time it was obvious that there was something off about her friend and now with the truth before her, hindsight was 20/20. Everything made sense.

That she could potentially be a match for a transplant to extend her life was a lot to hope for. Probably too much. Bad luck and circumstance liked to follow Y/n around like a dark shadow and this was one more thing to darken it.

Hyuna was actually on the verge of death. If that happened...

She didn't want to think about it. But that was all she could think about. Before long she had begun to cry. Each legitimate worry was too much to bear while the smaller ones seemed to swell in size the more upset she became.

It wasn't just regular crying either, it was the type that hurt your chest and burned your throat. Taking one of those handy pills right about now would be a good idea, but that idea depressed her more. Why was she so messed up that it took medicine to fix her?

Although she had tried to be as quiet as she could so as not to wake up her family, there was a brief knock at her door before it slid open. She choked back a sob and looked through watery eyes to see the blurry shape of her step dad entering the room.

"Hey...half pint? Are you..."

Before he could finish that thought she began to cry all over again. Now she had woken him up! He had work in the morning but here she was interrupting his sleep!

The door shut behind him as he began to panic. "No! Oh no—no, don't cry! Why are you crying? Or—can I help? Tell me what to do and I'll do it."

Of course he would. The man was too good to deserve a daughter like her and she was painfully aware of the fact.

In all her commiserating, she failed to notice that he was anxiously fidgeting around. Moving towards the door, thinking that his wife would be better prepared for something like this, he thought better of it. The last time he had woken her up before her alarm went off, she had over-salted all of his meals for a week.

That meant, if he wanted to eat, he had to deal with this on his own. With his other two children this would be easy. Seo-Joon would want advice and Rosie would ask for cuddles. Y/n was different. She'd always been distant with him. But he had to do something.

Settling for somewhere in-between what he would do in a Rosie versus Seo-Joon situation of the same likeness, he came closer and awkwardly patted at her shoulder.

"Please don't cry. Tell me what's wrong and I'll help you fix it."

This wasn't the first time he had tried to comfort his eldest daughter, but it was the first time he had seen her really cry. Y/n tended to hide her feelings a lot, as if they were something to be ashamed of. In response to his statement she looked to him again, an almost hopeful look creeping in. Then whatever had her so upset took hold of her attention and the tears continued to flow.

Clearing his throat, he moved to sit next to her before thinking better of it. That s might make her uncomfortable, so he took the desk chair and wheeled it close to where she was on her bed and sat there instead.

"Tell me why you're crying. Whatever it is, we'll fix it. I'll help you with anything." His words died when an idea struck him. "Is it that boy? Did he do this? Tell me. I'll call that brat's father right now and give him a PIECE OF MY MIND-"

"No!" His angry remark was enough to shock her out of crying. For now at least. "It-it's not Jimin. He didn't do a-anything wrong."

Except that he insinuated she was hiding another man from him. When she didn't even think of other guys. All members of the opposite sex were like blurry shapes with hair when she had Jimin.

The older man nodded, though he didn't look completely convinced. "Then what is it? Is someone bothering you? Or is it..." he trailed off when he realized what he had almost admitted.

"Mom told you?" Her voice sounded defeated and he rushed to reassure her.

"She was upset about it too and confided in me. I didn't realize she wasn't supposed to..."

"No, it's fine." It was. As of this moment, the fact that her flighty parent was back wasn't on the top list of her worries. When it came to him, it was the money issue that distressed her more.

Like he had read her mind, her step dad hesitated slightly before he spoke up.

"Listen. Don't tell your mom this."

That caught her attention automatically. The last time he'd said those words, it was because they'd locked a (sleeping) baby Rosie in the car for an hour while they waited for a locksmith to come open it up. No harm had been done, but had Mr Yoon's wife known about the fiasco, she wouldn't have been happy. It would have been overly salted meals for the whole family.

"I think I can help you with the money issue, just promise me you won't tell your mom."

Confused and reluctant, she nodded, interested in where he was going with this.

"I have a secret savings account." He whispered with a fearful look to the door, as though he expected his wife to burst through at any moment. "It's for emergencies. There's not a lot, but there is enough to cover for the broken window."

"Why—why would y-you-you!" She tried to put her feelings into words through a wobbling chin, but ended up crying again instead.

"Wait! No! Quit crying!!"

"Why would you do that?" Her voice was somewhere between a whisper and a wail and he gently motioned for her to keep it down. It was a possible danger that everyone's breakfast could be ruined in the morning.

He really wasn't sure what Y/n meant by her question. Was she asking because she really didn't know?

"I don't know what you mean." He decided to say. "You're my daughter. I'd give you any amount you asked for. Family comes first, then money." It was all common sense to him. Simple, really. He didn't say it to make a statement or make some grand gesture. He was just speaking his truth.

A truth that Y/n, in her very vulnerable state could not stand hearing right now. Even though it was it exactly what she needed to hear from a father figure.

"Thank you." She sniffled as she wiped at her face. "But I don't want to take your money."

"You're not taking it, I'm giving it to you." He corrected. "That's a big difference."

Flattered and not knowing what to do with herself, she looked away. Wondering to herself if now would be a good time to tell him how much she appreciated him, or if that would come across like she was only saying it because of the money. However, she did love him, there had never been a time when it wouldn't be awkward to say it...in her opinion at least.

Deciding that now was as good a time as any, she looked to him, opening her mouth to speak-

"What a lovely bonding moment we have here."

Mr Yoon's blood ran cold at the sound of his wife in the doorway. Anxiously he turned, rigid and straight like a robot, hoping against all hope that she hadn't heard everything. When their eyes met, the pit of his stomach dropped at the poisonous smile on her face.

"But I'm afraid to interrupt. Someone woke me up." Sweat broke out across her husband's forehead as he mentally prepared for an early death caused by an overdose of sodium. "Sweetie," she turned her sights on her daughter. "That lovely young man you're dating called my phone three times until I woke up. He wanted to know if you were dead, to which I said, he might be if he calls and wakes me up again."

Y/n face palmed. Her step dad breathed a sigh of relief, which caught in his throat when his wife continued.

"Dear husband, why don't you come to bed while Y/n calls her annoying boyfriend? You can tell me aaaaall about this secret account you have."

Knowing that fighting against his doom was futile, he stood to follow his wife from the room. Y/n caught his wrist before he got too far.

"R.I.P. dad. Thank you."

"Anytime." He managed weakly.

The door closed behind them as they left her once again with her own thoughts. And now another worry. But this one was laced with a feeling she preferred over sadness: annoyance. Jimin brought her mother into this. That was wholly unnecessary.

Time to kill Jimin!

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~Several hours earlier, in the wasteland of Jimin's mind~

Your Jimin💛: why aren't you answering me?
Seen ✓

Your Jimin💛: Baby?
Your Jimin💛: Hello

~Approximately one hour later~

Jimin's Baby❤️: sorry, I'm busy

Your Jimin💛: ok just call me when you're done because I miss you

~Approximately thirty two minutes later~

"Maybe she's dumping you." Taehyung, who had been watching over his shoulder the whole time, spoke through a mouthful of potato chips. He was sort of invested in this drama but it was boring. It needed some spicing up.

Jungkook appeared to have the same idea as he looked up from his phone to make eye contact with Taehyung.

"She is not dumping me." Jimin stated firmly, and he really sounded like he believed that.

"Hyung, maybe she's with another man." Jungkook spoke up with his signature innocent eyed expression.

"She is NOT with another man!" Jimin denied a bit too loudly.

Taehyung gasped. "Maybe she's with that guy! What's his name? Jackson?"

At that, Jimin snarled. "She is NOT WITH JACKSON."

The other two guys snickered at his reaction.

"I dunno, hyung, it could happen." Jungkook said. "My friend told me about this guy from another pack who was with his mate who was a human, but then she left him for this other guy who was also a human, and now they live in this trap house and sniff crack cocaine out of each other's buttcrack."

"EXCUSE ME," Jimin exploded, "what kind of friends are you hanging out with that are you telling you things like this????" He didn't pay the absurd story any other mind than that. Y/n would never sniff crack cocaine out of another man's buttcrack! Only his!

Or something.

Unnoticed by Jimin, Taehyung was silently dying on the couch next to him.

"Uh, my friend Felix said that."

"Don't hang out with him anymore." Jimin tried for the same stern tone that Jin would occasionally adopt. "He sounds weird."

"He's not weird, it's a true story!"

"It's NOT a true story. You know how I know that? Because it's RIDICULOUS."

Jungkook dissolved into giggles as his hyung went back to anxiously staring at his phone. Ever since Y/n had told him about her errant father, her mate was painfully aware of just how annoyingly clingy he had been acting. It wasn't his nor Wolfy's fault. It was the natural instinct ingrained into his very being that screamed at him to comfort and protect her from any form of danger. The danger as of late was of an emotional nature. And now that she was out of his sight and he didn't exactly know where she was, he was a teensy bit anxious.

On top of that, his friends weren't exactly helping but he knew them too well to take their preposterous words into account. Taehyung's wolf was mischievous and liked to start fights and pull pranks. Jungkook and his wolf both were still very childish and didn't take the mate bond seriously. Then there was Y/n, who he trusted implicitly, who would not ever do anything they were suggesting. With her bashful disposition, it was a miracle he had gotten her into a relationship. It was highly improbable that she would run off with another man.

Your Jimin💛: I love you. I'll wait for you forever 😘 just don't forget about me

Jimin's Baby❤️: I won't, promise. Love you

Happy with that meager response, he smiled and stood, suddenly feeling generous.

"Who wants pizza? I'm buying." He announced and was immediately met with cheers of approval.

Ten minutes later he was gone to pick up their supper, never noticing that he forgot about his phone on the coffee table...

Tae and Jungkook shared an evil grin. And that's where the tragedy began.

Your Jimin💛: Y/n it's been thirty seconds and I'm dying without you
Your Jimin💛: I cannot breathe, my love, for thou is thy life support, along with thou's sweet juicy boobies
Your Jimin💛: don't think this is weird. just accept it. This is who I really am when I have zoned into thy zone

Jimin's Baby❤️: ...
Jimin's Baby❤️: what?

Your Jimin💛: don't speak
Your Jimin💛: listen. To the sound of my ever aching heart overflowing and bursting with love for you
Your Jimin💛: my little twinkle dove
Your Jimin💛: from now on call me Papi

Jimin's Baby❤️: I'm not calling you that.

Your Jimin💛: fine call me Doug then
Seen ✓

Jimin's Baby❤️: no offense but can you stop

"Maybe we should." Taehyung set the phone back down only for Jungkook it pick it right back up.

"Remember when you suggested that continuously interrupting Namjoon and Kitty wasn't funny anymore but Jimin insisted that it was and paid me to keep going?"

That was all true. Back when Namjoon had first found his mate, his pack mates did everything possible to embarrass him. They showed no mercy, as true friends rarely did. This soon escalated into intruding on important moments where they were about to kiss, or trying to say something important to one another.

Jimin had found it funny. At the time...

Now?

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?"

Not so much.

When he returned from his pizza run, he immediately went for his phone to see if Y/n had responded. Suffice it to say, he was none too pleased to find what awaited him.

Namjoon, who had been drawn into the fiasco by a snitching Jungkook, on the other hand, was having the time of his life.

"My little twinkle dove?" Jimin breathed in horror, his panic increasing as he read on. But if thought that was the worst of it then he thought wrong.

Your Jimin💛: did you know that a giraffe's neck is too short to reach the ground?
Seen ✓

Your Jimin💛: yeah I bet you didn't cause you only think of yourself
Seen ✓

"THAT DOESN'T EVEN MAKE SENSE!"

Your Jimin💛: bet you're with some other man right now anyway. Is it a weregiraffe? A regular giraffe? Or is it Jackson? Is HE the weregiraffe?
Seen ✓

With a triumphant smirk, Namjoon pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose like an anime villain and strutted out of the room, as if he had actually just done something there.

Jimin could have let the rest slide, as ridiculous as it all was. But the giraffe stuff was going too far. In good time, he would sit on all of their most prized possessions. As for that moment, he tried to getting in touch with Y/n. With no luck. All of his calls were sent straight to voicemail.

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7:00am

"Waah, Y/n's mom is so nice to invite us over for breakfast." Jungkook exclaimed with unrivaled energy at this ungodly hour as he bounced on the balls of his feet.

Taehyung couldn't quite say he reciprocated those feelings. Sure it was definitely nice of Y/n's mother to invite two of Jimin's friends whom she'd never met over for breakfast. Almost too nice. There was a feeling of impending doom in the air that only he seemed to notice.

After the night they'd all had, a welcoming breakfast seemed very undeserved. Taehyung still felt bad about the entire thing. It took hours and a call to her mother for Jimin to finally get his mate on the phone and when he did, it was obvious she had been crying.

Hearing his mate crying while armed with the knowledge that she was already going through a lot and probably misunderstood everything, the dreaded Jibooty was awakened.

That was another misunderstanding to think that her tears had been caused by them.

But before Y/n could explain any of that, Jimin's ass had gone on a path of destruction. That pricey art piece Taehyung had bought for himself last week? It was Vincent Van Gone after his best friend's ass had smashed it to pieces. Jungkook's prized punching bag was the next victim, and had made a tremendous mess as it's contents exploded everywhere.

Though it was the late at night, Jin hadn't even been mad about the noise or the mess, and had been quoted as saying, "you play stupid games, you win stupid prizes."

Being treated so nicely after all of that felt wrong to Taehyung. The second thing that made his suspicions grow was Jimin. He was in an exceptionally good mood this morning and hadn't stopped smiling once.

Maybe he was that way because he was on the phone all night with his mate and was excited to see her. Or maybe—

The door swung open after they'd only knocked once. The three men were initially confused when finding no one on the other side. That is, until they looked down to spot a curly haired toddler, still in her footie pajamas.

She gave Jimin a look that clearly said 'not you again' but when she moved her gaze to Taehyung her eyes blew wide as a smile lit up the rest of her face.

"Doggy!"

Bonus scene
<>Notes in Class (again)<>

Y/n was trying very hard to pay attention and listen like a good student in her favorite class. But with seat mates like these...

Hyuna: lets go to the BEach each lets go get a wave

Though she enjoyed the reference, she'd rather get her money's worth out of the university class that cost an arm a leg and your first born child. So she ignored the scribbled note.

Namjoon did not share that sentiment. Either that, or he simply could not resist the chance to correct Hyuna's spelling.

NJ: *let's *beach
you're welcome

And her dear friend Hyuna could never pass up an opportunity to bug Namjoon further. Grabbing the paper back, she began to scrawl loudly.

Hyuna: no one asked u mouthbreather

NJ: *you *mouth breather
IM NOT A MOUTH BREATHER

Hyuna: *I'M

Y/n: both of you stoppit

NJ: *stop it

Hyuna: *stop it
EWWW WE AGREEED SOMEONE HELP MEEEE

NJ: *agreed *me

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Edited 9/29/22