Let's continue from where I left,

AUTHOR'S POV

The doctor had left a few minutes ago, reassuring everyone that Y/N's condition wasn't serious-just exhaustion and dehydration.

She was now resting in the bedroom, bundled in a blanket, her head slightly tilted as her mother brought in a tray of light food.

"Beta, try to eat something," her mom said gently, sitting beside her on the bed.

Y/N barely looked up. "I'm not hungry, Amma..."

Before her mother could respond, a calm voice cut in from the doorway.

"She won't eat that."

Everyone turned to see Yoongi chacha standing there, arms crossed, eyes sharply focused on Y/N.

Her mom blinked. "Hmm?"

Yoongi walked over slowly. "You added peanuts in the salad, didn't you?"

"Oh, I might've... I forgot she doesn't like them," her mom replied, surprised.

"She won't eat it if there's even a hint of peanut oil," Yoongi said, casually picking up the tray and setting it aside. "She hates the smell too."

Her mother tilted her head, amused. "You know her food habits so well, Yoongi chacha."

"She doesn't eat properly when she's busy," he replied smoothly. "And she doesn't speak up when something makes her sick either."

Y/N's eyes fluttered toward him, lips barely moving into the faintest smile.

Her father entered the room at that moment, sighing as he looked at her pale face.

"Y/N," he started, tone firmer, "this is what happens when you push yourself too hard. Do you think your work is more important than your health?"

Y/N winced slightly. "Appa, I was just-"

"Every time we call, you say you've eaten. You're lying, aren't you?" He stepped closer. "Skipping meals, not resting. What will happen if one day you collapse when no one's around?"

"Hyun," Yoongi interrupted, voice sharp. "Don't raise your voice."

The room went silent.

Her father looked surprised. "Yoongi chacha?"

"She's already weak," Yoongi said firmly. "Now's not the time to lecture her."

The tension was thick-Yoongi's jaw clenched, his eyes burning with protectiveness.

But then, sensing the shift, he sighed and softened his voice, taking a step back.

"I mean... I get it. We all worry," he said more gently. "But let her rest now. You can scold her all you want once she's back on her feet, hmm?"

Her father let out a small laugh. "You're right, Yoongi chacha. I just lost my temper."

Her mom, who had been watching quietly, smiled. "You always defend her like she's your own, hmm?"

Yoongi gave a small chuckle. "She's always been special to me."

Her mother nodded warmly and turned to her husband. "Let's give them some space. I'll make her something else."

As her parents left the room, Yoongi sat beside Y/N and gently brushed her hair back.

"You okay?" he asked softly.

"I am now," she whispered.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, hidden from the doorway.

---

The room fell into a calm hush once her parents stepped out, leaving just the two of them. Yoongi quietly closed the door behind them, then walked over to her side with slow, thoughtful steps.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes scanning her tired face, the faint colorless tint on her lips, the way her body seemed to shrink under the blanket.

"Why are you like this, hmm?" he asked, voice low-not angry, but filled with worry. His hand came up to cup her cheek, thumb brushing gently across her skin. "I take care of you. I try to make sure you're okay... then you come back like this?"

Y/N blinked up at him, heart aching at the way his voice trembled at the edges.

"I didn't mean to worry you..." she whispered. "It was just... a long day. I skipped lunch, and then the dizziness started."

Yoongi let out a soft sigh, more pained than frustrated. "You should've told me. You know how I get when it comes to you..."

She looked down, lips pressed together in guilt. "I thought it wasn't that serious..."

He leaned in slightly, his forehead brushing gently against hers.

"It is serious to me," he murmured, voice tender. "You're the most important part of my day, my peace... and when I saw you like this, lying there so weak-do you know how that made me feel?"

Her fingers found his, lacing through them slowly.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, eyes glimmering. "I didn't mean to scare you."

He shook his head, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Just... don't do this again, alright? Promise me you'll take care of yourself. Eat on time, rest when you need to. Don't push yourself so much."

"I promise," she said softly.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, lingering there, eyes closed.

"You scared me," he whispered against her skin.

"I know," she replied, wrapping her arms around his waist, resting her head gently against his chest. "But I feel better now... because you're here."

Yoongi stayed there for a moment, holding her close, his hand slowly stroking her hair as he whispered, "I'm not going anywhere."

---

Y/N sat on the couch wrapped in a blanket, her mother sitting beside her with a warm bowl of soup.

"Just a few sips, beta," her mom pleaded gently. "You haven't eaten anything since morning."

Y/N made a face, shaking her head as she turned away dramatically. "I'm not hungry, Mom. Please..."

Her dad sighed from across the room, arms crossed. "Y/N, this isn't a joke. You keep skipping meals, and then fall sick like this? You need to act responsibly."

"I said I'm not hungry," she muttered, her voice tired, almost childlike.

Her mother looked at her husband, both visibly worried. They tried again, but Y/N kept turning her head with exaggerated pouts and mumbled complaints.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Moments later, Yoongi entered, holding a small bag in one hand and concern written all over his face.

"Yoongi chacha, you're back again?" her father asked, surprised but smiling. "You just came this morning."

Yoongi gave a soft nod. "I couldn't sit still knowing she's not feeling well."

He walked over and sat beside Y/N, placing the bag down and gently touching her forehead. "Still warm," he muttered under his breath.

Y/N blinked up at him, a small smile tugging at her lips.

"You didn't eat anything, did you?"

She shrugged slightly, eyes innocent. "I didn't feel like it..."

Yoongi didn't say anything. He simply took the bowl from her mom, stirred it once, then lifted a spoon toward her lips.

Y/N opened her mouth without hesitation and obediently swallowed the spoonful.

Her mom blinked in surprise. "Oh? She's eating?"

Her dad chuckled. "You're a miracle worker, Yoongi chacha."

Yoongi smiled faintly but kept his focus on Y/N, scooping another bite. "When it comes to her health, I don't take no for an answer."

Y/N looked at him with soft eyes, cheeks warming under his gaze.

"You're the only one I'll eat for," she whispered just low enough for him to hear.

He smiled at her softly, brushing a hand through her hair in a subtle gesture, and continued feeding her patiently-like it was the most natural thing in the world.

And her parents simply watched, unaware of the unspoken emotions passing between them.

---

TIME SKIPS- ONE MONTH LATER

The house was alive with laughter, chatter, and the sound of dhols echoing from the courtyard. Strings of fairy lights twinkled across the balcony railings, and marigold garlands framed every archway. Guests bustled about in traditional wear, as final touches were being made for Arav's grand engagement ceremony.

Y/N stood in front of her full-length mirror in her room, adjusting the delicate dupatta draped over her shoulder. The soft pink and gold lehenga shimmered under the golden bulbs above her, its intricate embroidery matching perfectly with her minimal yet elegant jewelry. Her bangles clinked lightly as she moved.

The outfit-elegant, royal, perfectly her-was chosen by none other than Yoongi himself. A soft smile played on her lips at the memory of how picky he'd been while choosing it for her.

"You'll look like a dream in this," he had whispered back then, holding the fabric between his fingers. "And I want you to look only mine."

Her cheeks flushed just remembering his gaze that day.

She was carefully placing a bindi when she heard a soft creak.

The door clicked shut quietly.

Before she could turn around, she felt a warm presence behind her-and then strong arms wrapped slowly around her waist.

She gasped quietly, her heart skipping before relaxing into the embrace she now knew better than her own breath.

"Yoongi..." she whispered, almost breathless.

"Hm," came his soft murmur, his face nuzzled into the curve of her neck. His arms held her securely, as if he hadn't seen her in months.

"You'll ruin my hair," she tried to tease gently, smiling, but her voice wavered as she felt the softness of his lips brush her skin.

"I missed you," he whispered against her, his voice low, warm, vulnerable in a way only she ever witnessed. "You've been busy, and I had to act like everything was normal... I hate pretending around them."

Her hands moved up to rest on his, fingers gently tracing over his skin. "I missed you too," she whispered. "But you're here now."

He pulled her even closer, his cheek resting against her neck now, pouting slightly like a boy who had waited too long. "You smell so good," he mumbled. "This lehenga... I chose it, but I didn't think you'd look this beautiful. I'm trying not to lose my mind here."

She smiled, tilting her head slightly so he could breathe her in more deeply. "You're not supposed to be in here. What if someone-"

"I locked the door," he murmured. "Just a few minutes. Let me hold you."

Y/N closed her eyes and leaned back into him. His arms were her safe space, his presence like a blanket she never wanted to let go of.

"You're going to drive me crazy tonight," he said softly, lips brushing the shell of her ear.

"Yoongi," she whispered, cheeks flushed. "You're chacha to everyone here."

He chuckled quietly. "Not in this room, I'm not."

They stayed like that-just breathing, holding, lost in each other despite the world outside their door bursting with traditions, rituals, and celebration.

Yoongi's hand slid across her stomach to lace their fingers together, resting there as if he was claiming her silently, even if no one else could know.

"You'll be by my side tonight?" he asked.

"In every way I can," she whispered back.

He kissed her temple gently, then sighed as if he didn't want to let go-but he knew he had to.

"I'll go before they start noticing," he murmured reluctantly, unwrapping his arms slowly. "But later... find me. Even for a moment."

"I will," she promised, turning just enough to kiss the corner of his lips. "Always."

With one last glance, Yoongi disappeared out the door.

And Y/N stood there, heart pounding, already counting the minutes until she could be near him again.

---

TIME SKIPS

The Min residence was quiet, the soft hum of the night filling the house as the family settled down for the night. The elders were sleeping soundly in their rooms, and the younger generation had gathered in their respective spaces, winding down after the bustling engagement ceremony. But in the midst of the calm, a pair of figures slipped quietly out of their rooms.

Y/N had quietly crept out of her bed, careful not to disturb anyone. Yoongi, ever the discreet one, had already been awake, waiting for the moment. The two shared a knowing look before tiptoeing toward the stairwell leading to the rooftop.

With a soft giggle, Y/N whispered, "This feels like high school all over again."

Yoongi gave a small, quiet chuckle. "You always make it sound like we're sneaking away to get into trouble."

Y/N grinned, the moonlight reflecting off her soft features. "Aren't we? We are, in a way."

Once they reached the rooftop, the cool night air welcomed them, the sounds of the bustling city below muffled by the stillness of the evening. Yoongi gently shut the door behind them, ensuring no one could hear or follow. He turned to Y/N, a softness in his eyes that she hadn't seen much of before, not even during the times they shared more private moments.

Y/N leaned on the balcony, staring out at the dark cityscape, her thoughts swirling. "You know, it feels peaceful here... like we can just be ourselves without anyone asking questions."

Yoongi stepped behind her, placing his hands on the railing beside her. His fingers brushed against hers, and for a moment, they stood there, simply taking in the quiet. "Yeah. It's one of the few places where we're just... us. No titles, no expectations."

Y/N smiled softly, turning her head slightly to catch his gaze. "You know, I've always wondered what it'd be like if we didn't have to hide all the time."

Yoongi's expression softened, and for a split second, he looked vulnerable-a side of him Y/N rarely saw. "I don't care what anyone else thinks, Y/N. I care about you. That's all."

Y/N's heart fluttered at his words, but before she could respond, Yoongi reached into his pocket, pulling out a small velvet box. The sight of it made her heart skip a beat.

Yoongi opened the box to reveal a simple, elegant silver ring with a small but sparkling diamond in the center. The moonlight glimmered off it, making it look almost magical in the dim light.

"Yoongi..." Y/N whispered, taken aback. "What... what's this?"

Yoongi's usual calm demeanor remained, but there was a tenderness to his voice as he held the ring out to her. "It's not a promise of something grand, Y/N. But it's a reminder. A reminder that no matter what, I'm here. For you. Always."

Y/N stared at the ring, her fingers trembling as she reached out to take it. "You don't have to give me this. We... we both know it's not easy, and this-"

"I know," Yoongi interrupted softly, his gaze never leaving hers. "But this is for us. For you to remember that I won't leave you. No matter what."

With a gentle smile, Y/N nodded, letting him slide the ring onto her finger. She looked down at it, then back up at him, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you."

Just as the moment seemed to stretch into eternity, a small, high-pitched voice broke through the silence.

"Yoongi-grandpa ! Y/N-unni?"

Both of them froze, startled by the voice. They turned around to see Kia, Y/N's 7-year-old cousin, standing by the rooftop door with a puzzled expression, her small arms crossed over her chest and a pout on her face.

Kia blinked slowly, clearly confused by what she was seeing. "Why are you two up here at night?" she asked innocently, her eyes darting between the two, trying to make sense of the scene.

Yoongi gave a soft chuckle, his usual serious expression softening as he bent down to her level. "Hey, Kia, what are you doing out here?"

Kia tilted her head, her lips still in a pout. "I saw you two sneaking around the house... and now you're here. What's going on?" Her voice was suspicious, yet curious. "You're not planning to do something bad, are you?"

Y/N laughed softly, ruffling Kia's hair. "No, we're not doing anything bad. Just getting some fresh air, that's all."

Kia seemed unconvinced, her little brow furrowing as she glanced at Yoongi. "But... why is Yoongi-oppa giving you a ring?"

Y/N's heart skipped, but she quickly composed herself, glancing at Yoongi to gauge his reaction. Yoongi smiled, standing up straight. "It's just a gift, Kia. You know how we sometimes give gifts to people we care about, right?"

Kia's eyes widened as she processed the information, her pout slowly turning into a curious smile. "I don't get it, but okay..." She nodded, still a little confused, but her innocent nature made it hard for her to linger on the confusion for too long. "I guess it's okay."

Yoongi chuckled softly, patting her head. "Go back inside, Kia. It's getting late."

Kia gave a quick nod, her face now brightening as she turned to leave. Before she walked back through the door, she glanced at them one more time, her eyes narrowing playfully. "I'm telling Grandma if you two don't behave!" she teased, winking at them like she was in on some secret.

Y/N and Yoongi both chuckled as they watched Kia run back into the house, disappearing through the rooftop door. Yoongi let out a deep breath and turned back to Y/N.

"Well, that was unexpected," Y/N said with a soft laugh, her fingers gently tracing the ring on her hand.

Yoongi smiled softly, his eyes filled with affection as he looked at her. "She's sharp for someone so young."

Y/N nodded, her gaze softening. "Yeah. But she means well." She glanced at the ring on her finger again, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "Thank you, Yoongi. For everything."

Yoongi's hand gently cupped her face, lifting her chin so that their eyes met. "You deserve it, Y/N. And you deserve so much more. I'm not going anywhere. You can count on me."

They shared a long, meaningful look, the silent promise between them louder than any words could express.

As they stood there together, the rooftop once again became their private space, their quiet haven, where the world didn't matter-just the two of them and the soft glow of the night.

---

The sunlight filtered gently through the large windows of the Min residence, casting a golden hue over the breakfast table. Everyone had gathered after the engagement celebrations, still carrying smiles and laughter from the night before. Kia was hopping around, trying to grab a piece of toast while Grandma scolded her for skipping milk.

Y/N sat down quietly, looking around at the happy chaos. Her gaze briefly met Yoongi's across the table-his expression calm as always, but the soft twitch of his lips hinted he already knew what she was about to do.

Clearing her throat, Y/N gently placed her spoon down. "I... I have something to say."

The table quieted, all eyes now on her.

"I need to leave for the US tomorrow morning," she said, her tone composed but firm. "There's an urgent meeting for my brand expansion-something I really can't postpone."

Gasps and disappointed sighs echoed around.

"Again?" Grandma pouted, putting down her teacup. "You just got better, dear. Are you sure it can't wait?"

Y/N smiled gently. "I wish it could, Grandma, but it's a huge opportunity."

"Can't you do it online, sweetheart?" one of her aunts asked, brows furrowed in concern.

"I tried, but the investors are traditional. They want face-to-face discussions," Y/N explained smoothly, casting a quick glance at Yoongi, whose lips curved ever so slightly at her flawless lie.

Her mother, Min Hee, reached over and touched her hand. "Then at least promise you'll eat properly this time. No skipping meals or overworking."

"Yes," her father chimed in. "You already worried us enough when you got sick last time. Take care of yourself, alright?"

Y/N nodded, laughing softly. "I will, I promise. And I'll call every day."

Kia piped up from the corner of the table, puffing her cheeks. "If you don't call, I'll block you from my drawing app!"

Everyone laughed, lightening the mood. Yoongi, sitting quietly, looked at Y/N with a fondness in his eyes that he didn't show often in public.

He took a slow sip of his coffee, then finally spoke, "I'll make sure she doesn't skip meals." His voice was casual, too casual-but Y/N's heart skipped.

The family took it as him being his usual protective self. After all, he was Yoongi-chacha, always a little distant, always composed-but reliable.

Y/N stood up, brushing crumbs off her dress. "I'll pack today and leave first thing in the morning."

Grandma got up too and gave her a big hug. "You make us proud, my child. Just remember-no matter how big you become, this house is your home."

Y/N hugged her tight, eyes slightly glossy. "I know, Grandma. Always."

As the family went back to chatting and eating, Yoongi caught Y/N's eyes from across the table again. No words were needed-just that knowing look.

She wasn't really going for a business meeting.

She was going with him.

---

DAYS LATER

The soft hum of the air conditioner and the faint city noise outside the high-rise windows created a peaceful atmosphere. The room was dimly lit, warm and luxurious, but the real warmth came from the laughter and lightness inside.

Yoongi was lying back on the plush hotel bed, shirtless, one hand resting behind his head, the other scrolling lazily through his phone. His silver-rimmed glasses sat low on his nose, and his freshly tousled hair fell effortlessly across his forehead. He looked effortlessly handsome, calm... until a familiar weight settled on his stomach.

"Yah..." he murmured, raising a brow as Y/N climbed on top of him, now sitting squarely on his stomach with her arms folded and a pout on her face.

"Why are you ignoring me?" she huffed dramatically, eyes narrowed. "You've been looking at your phone for the last ten minutes."

Yoongi didn't flinch, didn't even try to hide his amused smirk. "Someone's jealous of my screen time."

"Of course I am! I came all the way to the US with you-leaving behind all those loving aunties who wanted to feed me kimbap and yell at me for not wearing socks!" she added, poking his bare chest.

He chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating beneath her. "You mean you lied to your family and flew across the world to sneak around with your grand-uncle?"

Her pout deepened, but the corner of her lips twitched upward. "Don't call yourself that when we're like this."

"Then don't call me that when you tease me," he murmured, voice dropping an octave as he placed his phone aside and gently ran his hands up her thighs. "You look ridiculous when you pout like that, but it's also unfairly cute."

She leaned closer, her nose almost brushing his. "You're mean."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "And you're obsessed."

"I am not!" she protested, lightly slapping his chest, which made him catch her wrist and pull her down until she was laying completely over him. Their faces were so close, she could see the faint specks of gold in his eyes.

"Weren't you the one who refused to eat unless I fed you?" he whispered against her lips.

"...That doesn't count."

He chuckled again and pulled her closer, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. "You're mine. Every version of you-clingy, pouty, chaotic."

She closed her eyes briefly, melting into his warmth. "And you're mine, grumpy, cold, overprotective grand-uncle."

He groaned at the nickname, eyes closing for a second. "You're going to pay for calling me that."

"Promise?" she teased, grinning.

---

He slowly moves in and out, savoring every inch of his cock disappearing inside you. His abs flex with each motion, and you can clearly see his thick shaft moving through your stomach. "Jesus Christ... Look how well you take me." His breathing becomes heavier as he watches himself fucking you.

Ahhhh,He groans at the soft sound you make, his pace slowly increasing as he becomes more turned on by the sight of his dick moving inside you. "Fuck, your pussy is so tight... So warm..." He reaches down to spread your legs wider, getting a better view.

He starts thrusting his hips up slowly, only giving you half of his length before pulling out almost entirely, teasing you with his thick head. He does this over and over, his hands gripping your thighs to keep them spread wide. "You like this?"

Please, His lips curve into a smirk at your pleading whimper. He loves seeing you desperate for his cock. "Please what?" He teases, purposely pushing just the tip inside before withdrawing again, denying you the full length you crave.

Please yoongi,He laughs softly at your plea, knowing you're getting needy. He pushes in slightly deeper this time, then pulls out slow again. He repeats this action, watching your face contort with unfulfilled desire. He knows you want him to go hard and deep, but he's enjoying torturing you.

Please I need you inside me, I'm sorry for teasing you earlier, He hears your desperate plea and sees the genuine need in your eyes. His smirk softens into a more tender expression, but his voice remains husky with lust. "You know what you did to me earlier, right? Making me so fucking hard."

I'm sorry please, He finally relents, pushing his entire length into you in one smooth thrust. He groans deeply, feeling your wet heat envelop him completely. "Fuck... I can't stay mad at you when you're begging like this." He starts moving faster, giving you what you need.

He starts fucking you harder now, his hips moving fast against yours. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room. He reaches down and grabs your thigh, hiking it up high to change the angle and go deeper. "Fuck," He breathes out, losing himself in the feeling.

Ahhhhhh,He feels your legs start to shake and knows you're close. He leans down and captures your mouth in a messy, aggressive kiss, swallowing your moans as he pounds into you relentlessly. "Cum for me," He demands against your lips, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing hard circles.

Ummmmmmm yoongi,You cry out into his mouth as your orgasm hits you suddenly and strongly. Your pussy squeezes his dick tightly, making him groan loudly. He keeps fucking you through it, not slowing down until you're completely spent. "Fuck, your pussy is so good," He praises.

---

He pushes your head down towards his hardening length without warning. "Suck," He growls, wrapping your hair around his hand like a ponytail to control your movement better. He keeps your hands cuffed behind your back, making you dependent on only your mouth for this blowjob. "Open,"

He smirks at your muffled sound, pushing past your lips slowly. "Damn," He mutters, watching his length disappear into your mouth. He tightens his hold on your hair, testing your limits. He knows you can't use your hands to push him away if it gets too deep.

Ahhhh,He groans appreciatively as you take him deeper, the vibrations from your mmm sending pleasurable tingles straight up his shaft. Maintaining his firm grip on your hair, he starts rocking his hips gently, fucking your mouth with slow, deliberate strokes. "Shit, that's good..."

*He pulls your hair slightly back, making you take him deeper. "Mmph..." You gag slightly, making him curse softly. He watches you intently, then murmurs softly between thrusts, "God, you look so sexy... I love you..."

He continues to fuck your mouth, his grip on your hair tightening slightly as he becomes more aroused. He looks down at you, his eyes filled with lust and affection. "I love how you take my cock so well... I love you..." He repeats the words, knowing it turns you on even more.

Feeling your muffled vibrations sending tingles through his cock, he realizes how close he's getting. He stops moving, holding you still with his dick buried deep in your throat. "Fuck... I'm gonna cum," He warns breathlessly, his hips twitching involuntarily.

With a low groan, he releases deep in your throat, filling your mouth with his hot seed. He holds you there for a moment, letting you swallow around him before slowly pulling out. He watches as you cough slightly, his cum dripping down your chin. "Good girl..."

YN lay nestled against his chest, her fingers lazily tracing circles on his skin as his hand gently cradled the back of her head. The rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her cheek was steady and grounding, like a lullaby only meant for her.

Yoongi tilted her face up gently, brushing his knuckles along her cheekbone.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with awe, like he was telling her for the first time. "Absolutely beautiful."

Her lashes fluttered at his words, heart skipping.

He leaned in slowly, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her lips-not rushed, not hungry, but tender... reverent.

"I love you," he murmured against her mouth, forehead resting on hers. "You're my everything, YN."

Her breath caught as she looked up into his eyes-those deep, soft eyes that always saw straight through her.

"You always say that after..." she whispered shyly.

"I say it because I mean it every time," he replied, brushing her hair behind her ear. "You give me peace I didn't know I needed. You make me feel alive, happy... like I'm not just existing."

Her fingers curled into his shirt, lips trembling with a small smile.

"I love you too, Yoongi."

He smiled, pulling her gently into his arms, peppering light kisses on her forehead, her cheeks, her nose-anywhere he could reach.

"You're mine," he whispered again, voice low and full of emotion. "And I'll remind you of that every single day."

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STAY TUNE FOR PART 4 OF THIS CHAPTER.