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Yoongi was never a fan of waking up in hospitals.
Hospitals were cold, sterile, white everywhere, and were equipped with machines that beeped incessantly. The constant smell of sanitisation and stale air that tried to cover up the strange body odours and blood also weren't helping the matter.
Wait.
The blood was coming from him.
Terribly off-putting, and smelling of iron to the point of making him scrunch his nose at the bitterness of it, the stench of blood was his fault.
Too overwhelmed to open his eyes yet, he tried to move onto his side on the uncomfortably thin mattress to take away some of the stabbing pain from his shoulder.
Sounds of movement to his left caught his attention, the scrap of the metal legs of a chair on tile flooring screeched in the room once he started to roll.
"Hey, oppa."
Oh.
What a beautiful sound.
His kitty.
"Hmmm...khssy" Yoongi tried to move his mouth to form her name on his lips, although it seemed to be too much effort for his muscles. It felt as though there was cotton in his mouth. The inside was drier than dry, swollen and odd-feeling, like his teeth were grinding themselves against gritty sand.
"The surgery was a success," Kitten whispered. "I don't know how much you're going to remember of this," a soft giggle. "Did you move because your shoulder was hurting you?"
Yoongi nodded—at least he tried to. He seemed to have gotten the message across, though, because he heard the soft padding of kitty's sneaker-wearing feet walk to the other side of his bed and rearrange things. He heard her beat a pillow, felt her pull on the sheet that was draped over his body, and noticed how she seemed to add an extra blanket to his covered form.
"Here, oppa, lie back. I've rearranged the pillows so you're more comfortable."
Obeying, he laid back, trying to sigh when he felt his partner's hand stroke his cheek and her lips kiss his forehead.
"Go back to sleep, I'll be here when you wake up."
Trusting her unconditionally, Yoongi did exactly that.
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"I'm not a fan of braces."
"You're not a fan of anything recently." Kitten snapped back, rearranging his shirt to cover his back as they prepared to leave the hospital.
"Not true." He defended himself, "I'm a fan of you."
Not looking up from where she was buttoning his shirt, she said; "Now you're just sweet-talking me so I don't poison you."
Yoongi had to chuckle at that. He didn't deny that he wasn't. He'd have to do a lot more sweet-talking to his little devil, especially considering she was on nurse duty for a minimum of a week following his surgery, and possibly a little longer.
For the first time in a long time, Yoongi was feeling hopeful about his shoulder injury. With this medical intervention—and lots of physiotherapy— he had the possibility of using his shoulder again, something he hadn't thought would be an option for him.
It touched him that his angel had jumped into the role of caretaker so easily on the day his surgery was booked. She asked questions to the doctors he hadn't even thought of. She prepped the bedroom, bathroom and living room to be more accessible to him throughout his recovery. She had bought a laptop desk for the bed that was large enough not only for his computer but his most essential producing software as well, allowing him to work as he recovered. Kitty had even bought him a few shirts that were designed for people recovering/wearing a cast to ensure the stitches weren't harmed or had the possibility of opening because of one wrong move on his end. There was even a specialised shoulder pillow adjusted on his seat and waiting for him as he climbed into the car for Christ's sake.
Thank goodness his partner had thought to book a driver. Yoongi found comfort in being able to touch Kitten's leg with his uninjured side as they were driven home. Once there, though, he was immediately convinced to lie in bed and rest. He took full advantage of being doted on throughout the day, requesting kisses to heal his wounds every time his angel passed by him, and peering into the walk-in closet to spy on his partner while she changed into her pyjamas. When his demon noticed his stalkerish action, she teasingly called him a creep as he gave her a pout and murmured that seeing her naked had healing powers because he was so in love with her. Kitten snorted at that comment before kissing his cheek and turning off the bedside lamp, telling him to get the sleep his body so desperately needs after an intense surgery.
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The first night had been the worst. The pain was unending and boarding unbearable—a persistent stabbing sensation firing through his shoulder and down some of his spine. Yoongi was slightly delirious as he watched his kitty read the medication bottles and force him to swallow two pills. This was challenging for him, the pills were large, and his throat was swollen and parched. His angel had to dig out the pills from his mouth and restart the process, crushing the medication and adding the powder to a glass of water for him to swallow.
Once he had drank up the weirdly grainy textured liquid, he stared at the love of his life through blurry vision and a delirious brain. He wasn't sure if it was his pain, the lack of sleep, or the medications he was on, but Yoongi couldn't filter his thoughts. He couldn't be stoic or philosophical like he usually was. Watching Kitten turn a dark bottle upside down and gather a weird, bubblegum-pink fluid in a syringe, he blurted out anything that came to mind.
"Let's get married," he slurred. He hoped he had enunciated that right.
"We are getting married, silly. You proposed." Kitty replied, not batting an eyelash at his odd request and not even bothering to look at him as she set the bottle down and sat next to him in bed. "Now open up again so I can give you some antibiotics."
"Too long, let's get married now."
"Open your mouth and I'll let you kiss the bride."
Yoongi opened and stood still as Kitten gently placed the syringe in his mouth, squirting the medicine down his throat so he had no choice but to ingest the gross liquid.
"Good boy."
The praise didn't go unnoticed by him. Fuck, did he have a praise kink? It felt strange to receive such an expression from the submissive in the relationship, however, Yoongi was too out of it to respond in any way other than to try to stare back at her and only see one of her—not the two others who constantly came in and out of his double—triple?—vision.
Wasting no time, Yoongi puckered his lips comedically, waiting to kiss his bride.
The reward was worth it. He felt like he experienced an explosion of little hearts leaving his body the moment Kitten's lips touched his. She was his wife now. It made sense in his foggy brain, even if it might not in the real world.
Yoongi contented himself to close his eyes now that the pain had dulled. He was lulled to sleep by the soft scratches his new "wife" created on his scalp.
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Soon, Yoongi ended up in a routine. A routine which consisted of him being loved and cared for in a way that he was slowly getting used to—too used to. It was safe to say that he was getting downright spoiled, and Yoongi was loving every second of it. He hadn't heard the word 'no' slip his fiancée's lips since he opened his eyes in the hospital.
Staring at his laptop in an uninterested manner, he gently spun in his office chair from side to side. Today had been the first day Kitten had allowed him to be somewhere that wasn't the bath, couch or bed. Slowly, he was getting better. The pain wasn't as present as it was on that first night, and eventually, they had figured out which positions Yoongi could sleep in without adding weight to his injury or bothering the stitches.
He was moving at a sloth's pace, yet with every passing day, he was healing and finding more ways to cause havoc to his partner's mental sanity—or so she says.
Now, he wanted to test her limits. How far was too far? When would he finally hear 'no' from her?
"Kitten!?" Yoongi yelled out, noting her answer not even a second later and the sound of her footsteps coming up the stairs.
"What is it?" She said, entering his home office.
Spinning around his chair, Yoongi licked his lips.
"I have a problem only my nurse can fix."
Giving her a pout and the best puppy eyes he could while he said the corniest line ever, Yoongi cupped his sweatpant-covered crotch to make it obvious.
Yoongi was horny.
Yoongi wanted his kitty.
Sighing, his kitten bit the inside of her cheek while she crossed her arms across her chest.
"We can't, oppa. I can't be on top and put my weight on you; it'll injure you more. You can't be on top, either. What if you exert yourself and your stitches start to bleed?"
"I'll die a happy man."
Kitten snorted, "You're not going to die from that. You'll only extend your recovery time."
"A sacrifice I'm willing to make."
Yoongi knew what he looked like; bare-faced, hair freshly washed; extra soft and fluffy, shirtless in sweatpants, and giving his fiancée the Agust D smirk he knew she couldn't resist.
Although he'd deny it with his life to anyone but his kitty, touch was important to Yoongi, especially touching from his soon-to-be-wife. And what better form of touch than the most intimate one?
Yoongi loved sex. Not just for the orgasm, but also because of how much and how close he got to touch his kitten. The full skin-on-skin contact? The kissing? Seeing her face up close and having the privilege to witness the array of emotions that he caused?
Perfection.
When Kitten bent down to be face-to-face with him, Yoongi felt his heart rate pick up. A soft, innocent peck landed on his lips. One, two, three, to start with.
"Can we compromise? I'll get on my knees for you."
"Deal," Yoongi said all too quickly.
The chuckle that left his partner's mouth told him that she found how whipped he was for her to be amusing, but Yoongi would sell his very soul to ensure she would smile again. Maybe, he was crazy. Maybe, he was out of his right mind when it came to her. Maybe—Oh God...
Kitten started to spread delicate, lazy kisses against his throat as she got to her knees between his legs. Her lips trailed down his chest and his stomach until they reached the band of his sweats. There, she tugged on them, raising her eyebrow when his erection slapped against his lower stomach.
"No underwear?"
"One less thing to worry about right now," he said breathlessly. His eyes never leaving her lips and how close they were to his cock.
God, she was so close—
Fuck!
The second Yoongi felt his angel's lips envelop his dick, his eyes closed and threw his head back against his chair. A loud groan left him, and he swore he could ascend to Heaven and beg God to allow him to relive this moment, for it was surely better than anything He could ever give him.
His kitten was gentle with him, slowly quickening the pace at which she sucked his dick. Each time, she took another inch until her nose met his pelvic bone. There, she swallowed.
"Hmm...so good to me, my angel."
Her eyes sharpened at the praise. Kitten worked hard, lapping and sucking at his cock to earn more compliments from him. Yoongi stroked her hair, pulling at some of the strands to cause a bit of tension on her scalp. When he finally let go, he noticed how her eyes rolled up to look up at him. Pupils blown out, cheeks blushing, lips swollen and glossy with spit and precum... she was a wet dream come to life.
"Pictures don't do you justice, my angel. They can't capture how beautiful you look right now between my legs...hmmm...yes. Can you do that again for me, pretty girl? All the way up, that's in. Look how easily I slide down your throat. Made for me. Only me, isn't that right? Again, again. Fuck, go deeper. I know you can...Good girl. Good fucking devil."
Grabbing her hair, Yoongi forced his submissive to go faster. Up and down, he controlled just how quickly he was able to fuck himself into her mouth. She encouraged him, too, moaning just when he hit the back of her throat so he was able to feel those vibrations. Yoongi groaned and tried to keep his breathing as steady as he could, to which he failed.
He always failed to be composed when it came to her.
Yoongi could sense his orgasm approaching. The tension in his stomach got stronger, his chest got tighter, his—
"Fuck, gonna cum, angel." He communicated through gritted teeth.
The statement only seemed to encourage his partner. She took him deeper, stroked him faster, moaned for him louder.
It wasn't very long before Yoongi's body sagged against his chair. His nails bit into Kitten's scalp, and his cocked twitched as he came down her throat.
Being the angel she was, his kitty swallowed every drop of semen, licking his dick clean and holding it still until it softened enough to be put back into his pants.
"Did I kiss it better?" She teased.
"Best nurse one could ever have."
With his uninjured side, Yoongi raised his hand to stroke her cheek and admire her features. Her pretty eyes that always sparkled when they met his. Her hair that was softer than the finest silks he could buy, her cheekbones, lips, brow... everything perfect.
"I sure hope so." She replied as she stood, holding the armrests of the chair to stabilise herself.
His angel murmured a few things as she checked his bandages and confirmed that his brace was on comfortably. Something about not having any surgeries planned or needing his nurse persona to come out any time soon.
As she left the room, after one last kiss, though, she gave him a heart attack.
"When I deliver our baby, I expect to be treated like the diety I am."
It took a moment for him to digest what she had just said. Frankly, it took him until she had gone back to the living room for him to understand what she had just said.
"Yah!! When?! When?! Get back here!"
Springing out of his seat and rushing downstairs high on adrenaline, Yoongi scrambled on his sock-covered feet, almost slipping on the wood floors to stand in front of her.
He was sure he looked wild. Hair messy, eyes wide, mouth agape, chest heaving from his shallow breaths. He was unquestionably feral-looking compared to her as she lay on the couch, amusement very clearly written on her face.
"Should you really be running around the house in the state that you're in? You should tear your stitches if you fall, oppa."
"Kitten, are you trying to tell me you're pregnant?"
"When did I say that?" Total innocence swept her expression.
"You said when I deliver our baby. The structure of that statement tells me that you are currently carrying our child. The when here is very important."
"Wrong. In fact, the sentence expresses an invariability. Which is true. It is an invariable fact that one day, I will carry and deliver our child. The 'when' doesn't have a timestamp."
"Please just tell me if you're pregnant or not. For the love of everything... before my fucking heart gives out."
"Of course, I'm not. Do you think I'd be able to keep that from you? Your hyperawareness of everything makes it impossible for me to hide a pregnancy test from you. It's rather infuriating. I can't even hide your birthday presents in the house, I have to leave them at Namjoon oppa's and Ro's place."
To that snarky remark, he grinned.
"I'd be right by your side when you found out."
"I'd much rather you not be in the room while I pee on a stick."
Yoongi rolled his eyes. "I'll be in the delivery room, what's the difference?"
"Privacy and consent, my love."
Carefully taking a seat beside her on the couch, right where he was designated to sit based on the pillow arrangement that protected his shoulder, Yoongi sighed and blew his bangs out of his face. He didn't have to say anything for his fiancée to know exactly what he had been thinking.
"You liked the idea of me being pregnant just now, didn't you?"
Yoongi didn't enjoy discussing his emotions and thoughts. He liked to keep them private—guarded from the world and their judgements. But, with kitten...
With Kitten, it was different. He was safe enough not to keep anything from her. At the beginning of their relationship, it had felt strange. Now, it was soothing.
"Yeah, I did." He paused. "I don't know how or when it happened, frankly. I'm in my thirties now. You're in your late twenties—"
"Mid." She interrupted him.
Rolling his eyes, he gave her a look. "You're almost 27. Late twenties."
She scoffed.
"Anyways," he gave her a pointed glare that only he could get away with making at her. "The thoughts came gradually and more frequently. The more I look at you, the more time I share with you, the more I want another you. A combination of us. I keep wondering if the baby will have your features, maybe they'll have my hair, your nose."
Yoongi gathered his thoughts for a moment before continuing.
"Having a baby, creating life, is the most selfish thing you can do. It's creating another you to ensure your lineage lives on. Yet, I don't feel guilty for wanting it. I have given so much to the world, and contributed so much to society—you have contributed so much to society, to literature. I know it's selfish, but that baby will be loved. So loved."
"I hardly doubt writing smutty romance novels counts as contributing to the world of literature."
"And what about the poetry you write under a pen name? The books filled with lines of some of the most beautiful declarations one can make that are now arguably becoming more popular than your romance novels? Love—sex can be poetic. The joining of two humans in the most ancient of rituals known to humankind. There's nothing more beautiful than that."
"Do you want a girl or a boy?"
"A healthy baby." He responded without hesitation.
Yoongi's imagination never went past the newborn stage. He didn't imagine dressing a daughter in princess dresses or teaching a son to play guitar. He didn't think of painting a room blue or pink. Yoongi only imagined a baby. Light green walls, little teddy bears, shelves littered with the same books his parents read to him as a child. A little wooden horse rocker in the corner, a wooden basket with little hearts on the side he could make in the woodshop to store all of the blankets or toys he'd provide.
"Maybe we can try soon," Kitten whispered. "When you're better."
"Yeah, maybe."
"You know that Ro's been bugging Namjoon oppa for a baby, too?"
"I'm sure Namjoonah is thrilled. He flip-flops a lot about children. He'd be the best father, though. It's the perfectionist in him, he's terrified of failing."
"I think Romanie would take that out of him real quick. The moment he'd see that positive sign... I think he'd be just like you— over the moon and overprotective."
"Are you two scheming? Planning a double pregnancy we know nothing about?" Yoongi playfully narrowed his eyes.
Ignoring his remark, Kitten seemed lost in thought as she stared at the wall.
"I think I've healed enough to try. I've learned to be at peace with the knowledge that when I become pregnant again, no matter how careful or healthy I am, there will always be that nagging fear of losing another baby. On the other hand, there would be so much more joy if that pregnancy became successful. There would be so much more love and happiness to know that that baby comes from you—from us."
Yoongi couldn't reply to that. He had been so stuck in his fantasy, consumed by it, that he never thought of how different this journey would be for his partner. How there would be a lingering cloud of sadness in her happy sky.
"I want to marry you first." He voiced.
"Pick a date, my love."
"We'll sit down with a calendar the day I get this stupid brace off."
"Still not a fan of braces?" She teased, scooting closer to peck his cheek and lay her head on his uninjured shoulder.
Yoongi responded by kissing the crown of her hand and intertwining their fingers together.
"No, but still always a fan of you."