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Five teeny, soft little fingers wrapped around one of yours. Driving peacefully for almost twenty minutes, you were grateful for the quiet ride, yet disappointed your seven month old sweetie didn’t take this opportunity to nap. Instead, your baby girl was lifting her head out of her carseat to peer out the window, enthralled by the Vegas lights that were shining bright as the night grew closer. She sang out an occasional coo when something was particularly interesting. Usually it was just the street lights whizzing by, but this time she shrieked, making you jump where you sat beside her.
“Goodness,” You chuckle, bouncing her hand that was grasping onto your middle finger like it was her job. You were relieved it wasn’t your necklace, or your earrings. Anything shiny and dangling was her favorite thing at the moment, and your poor ears paid the price. At least she’d grown out of her hair ripping phase, you’d totally take broken jewelry over headaches any day.
At this red light she so happily squealed at, you followed her eyes to where she was staring intently and held yourself back from copying her screech.
Vegas was painted fucking purple.
Using your other hand, you pull out your phone and start a video, recording your girl’s content expression before panning to the window, taking in everything Vegas had to offer. It was beautiful, and filled you with absolute joy. In just a few minutes you’d be back in your boyfriend’s arms, and your girl in her father’s.
“Dada,” You say softly, catching her attention. She turned her chin, giving you a big smile. Always such a calm, happy little girl. Her father thanked you for that, knowing damn well her smiley personality didn’t come from him which you were ready to defend every time. If anyone was the calm, unbothered, unpredictably silly one it was definitely Yoongi.
“De… De…” Your baby stammered, trying to mimic you. You’ve been working on ‘dada’ since Yoongi left two weeks ago, but she still hasn’t been able to pick it up. She was fluent in ‘mama’s’ and the occasionally surprising ‘Kookie’ that sounded more like ‘Koo-hee’, but had come out clear as day one night while you and Yoongi were snuggled up with her in your bed.
Side by side in the center of the bed underneath the fluffy white duvet, Yoongi had your little one on his lap, making faces at her that had her belly laughing like you’d never heard before. It was late, close to midnight. Yoongi had gotten home later than expected from a rehearsal for Vegas with the guys. At seven months your girl was on a schedule, and she was, again, like her father and adored her sleep, however tonight was special. Yoongi was leaving for Vegas in a couple of days, and you’d both be without him for two weeks before you were flown out to see the show, so you didn’t mind keeping her up to soak up as much time with her daddy as she could. Partially, you did it for yourself. You knew that if she was up, he’d stay up, giving you more time as well.
“You are so silly,” Yoongi said, then stuck his tongue out and squeezed his eyes shut, getting her to crack another giggle, “Can’t wait for her to be around the guys again.” He sighs, bouncing her up and down for a second. She ate it up, her big, toothless smile wide as she kept her eyes on him. It goes without saying that she was a daddy’s girl, but he was just as much, if not more, of a sucker for her.
“She gets to see them,” You reassure him, knowing her bond with his friends was important to him, “Kook was here just last night.”
“I mean… all together, all of us. While we’re being… us,” His eyes left his little girl for a second to peer over at his first girl, “She’s never been to a show, this is gonna be huge.” You smile, your heart warming over how much this meant to him. Yoongi’s work was his life, his first love, his everything. For him to start to share that with the tiny family he’s created, the tiny family that he adores more than life, was incredibly important.
“It is huge,” You nod, agreeing with him. You hadn’t been to a show since you could last travel while you were pregnant, and even then it was one of the shows that was pre-filmed, edited, or a performance for television. You missed out when Permission to Dance shows started, having your girl in September when the first live streamed show was about to happen. Funny enough, your girl shares a birthday with Jungkook, who now has bragging rights for life and gets to claim himself as the favorite uncle.
She’s been so small, struggling to keep weight on her though she was born on time about a day after your due date, so both you and Yoongi were apprehensive about traveling with her while she was so young. It was a hard decision that kept you up for nights at a time, shedding some tears together knowing you had to spend time apart during this major shift happening in your lives. Her health was ultimately the most important thing.
There was a small chance that Permission to Dance LA would have happened for you, but your girl’s weight was dropping again, so home it was. Close to doctors, close to friends, in a familiar, comfortable environment for her. Seoul was out of the picture, too. That one hurt Yoongi. However, under some miracle, your tiny girl was finally gaining some weight and sliding herself into a healthy percentile and keeping herself there.
You phoned Yoongi the moment you were outside of the doctor’s office that day, telling him the good news. The first thing he said being, “You can come to Vegas.” And so you were, both of you.
“I’m excited to watch you perform, I miss that so much,” You say, resting your head on his shoulder gently, knowing it was currently wrapped up. Kissing the top of your head, he sighs, which was funny to your girl making her start to giggle again.
“What has gotten into you!” You laugh with her, taking in how she was sat here admiring her parents with the eyes, you guessed it, she got from her father.
“Tell Mama, my full belly makes me happy, makes me feel good, and makes me a healthy girl,” Yoongi’s voice stole her attention, her smile fading away as she watched him curiously. Minutes prior to now she had guzzled down her entire bottle in Yoongi’s arms, satisfying all three of you. You sat in comfortable silence for a few seconds before she giggled.
“Mama!” She shouted, “Ma, ma, ma, ma…” She started to bounce again.
“Alright, alright,” Yoongi playfully rolled his eyes and shifted your baby over to your lap where she crawled up to sit on your belly instead of your legs. That was her spot. Like clockwork, whenever she wanted to sit with you she’d find your belly and sit there instead. It’s like she knew she came from the scar on your pelvis, those couple inches permanently marked as her territory. As insecure as you were about it, Yoongi never failed to tell you almost daily how beautiful it was, and that it was a reminder that the two of you created something so wonderful, sometimes muttered in the dark hours of the night when his lips brushed over it softly.
“You always are a little more silly after you see Uncle Kookie, aren’t you?” You coo, brushing a hand over her dark hair that was once held back with a bow that was ripped out hours ago. Her record for wearing one was forty five minutes, and she was sleeping for thirty of them.
“Koo-hee,” She mimicked placing her hands on your chest, “Koo-hee!” Her voice went high and shrill, you and Yoongi cringing with laughter.
“Do you love your Uncle Kookie?” Yoongi asked, pleased with how fast she turned to look at him.
“Kookie,” Her voice was a lot softer than it had just come out. Whipping your heads to look at one another, your jaw fell open.
“No way?” Yoongi stifled a laugh, “She just fully said Kookie.”
“Koo-heeeeeeeeeeee!” Was almost a scream before she fell into a series of meaningless babbles, tiny fingers gripping at your chest looking for a necklace you knew to take off.
“He’ll never believe us,” You shake your head, and spend the next fifteen minutes trying to get her to repeat Kookie for a camera before putting her down for the night.
Rewatching the video you took, the car resumed its journey. Opening your messages, you tap on the pinned thread with Yoongi he had named ‘#1 husband😮💨’ long before your baby was even born. The two of you were only dating a month when he changed that. You sent him the video giving him a little hint of where you were. You told him you’d left the hotel, and you planned to keep it at that, maybe surprising him with your arrival, but the video was too cute not to send.
Typing bubbles appeared, then disappeared. Appeared again, then disappeared.
[#1 husband😮💨]: My girls my girls my girls my girls my girls
Was the first message to pop up. Cheesing at it hard, you double tap it to give it a heart.
[#1 husband😮💨]: You put her in purple Taehyung is going to go nuts
[#1 husband😮💨]: She matches the lights
[you]: I think she knows we’re going somewhere exciting. She hasn’t slept since she woke up today. Hope she doesn’t get cranky.
Glancing over to her while you waited for a response, your girl was already watching you. You wiggle the finger she had her lethal grip on and smile.
“Gonna see Dada… Dada…” You try again, defeated. You really wished she would say it, especially today.
“Gonna see… Uncle Kookie,” You tilt your head and she grins. Uh oh, here it comes.
“Koo-HEEEE!” She shrieks, and you apologize to the driver who only laughs with you. The buzz of your phone on your lap stole your attention.
[#1 husband😮💨]: She’ll be too excited to be cranky
[#1 husband😮💨]: I know I’m a little cranky…….. cause I’ve been without you for forever
Your cheeks flush pink, wondering where he was to even get away with texting you like this.
[#1 husband😮💨]: Six babysitters. Empty dressing room….. Just saying
Actually thinking about it, it was deemed possible. That’s how you guys used to go about it anyway, too hot for each other to wait until you were in the privacy of your own space. Dressing rooms, public restrooms, his studio, an empty room at Hybe while he rehearsed… the list shamelessly went on. It actually came as a very little surprise to some of the members when Yoongi told them you were pregnant.
Though you were still young, and still hot for each other in the same teenage fueled lusty way, you were parents now and you wondered if you should adhere to golden parent standards. Plus, you’re a little shocked to see Yoongi say he’d let his girl out of his sight in a place she didn’t know.
[#1 husband😮💨]: On second thought I can wait. I’ll keep it together even though I know you’re wearing the jeans that kill me in every way shape and form
You smirk. They were worn on purpose. For this purpose. It was no lie, you wanted him just as badly as he wanted you. Yeah, you were parents, but that didn’t mean you weren’t allowed to tease him.
Sending him a winking emoji, you then peer over at your girl who’s eyes were back out the window, now checking out the masses of people surrounding the venue her daddy was about to bring to the ground.
“Hoooolyyy…” You mumble under your breath, having forgotten what this part of this life was like. It’s not that you forgot, you remember quite vividly. You actually used to wait in these crowds with friends to get the full experience, and it was always way too much fun.
Dating wasn’t something that was advertised for Idol’s, so it was very unlikely that one would go public with a partner, especially a member of BTS. Rumors totally stirred every now and then, but you and Yoongi were never the culprits of any… Though, when you’d attend shows there were a few ARMY who’d stare a little too long, curiously. It’s incredible how you would get away with it, attending every show without anyone wondering why or how you were at another one.
Your socials were completely private. Instagram was the only platform you found fun anyway, using it as an archive (an idea that Namjoon will say he did NOT steal from you). You followed a couple of friends, family, and all seven of the boys of course. You were careful of who was following you, making sure you trusted them to their core before allowing them access to photos of your life, you, you and Yoongi, and now, you, Yoongi and your girl.
Private’d accounts from Hybe and the team followed you, keeping tabs on all socials at all times for your own safety. Even when posting photos of your baby you were sure to keep most of her face hidden in the slight chance that something could possibly happen. Photos with Yoongi were abstract as well, keeping details to minimum, showing only the parts that mattered, and very rarely were the two of you fully in one together. You liked to edit and post this way, your Instagram became more of a passion project for you, documenting your life and scrapbooking it onto a feed that flowed beautifully.
The crowd outside the stadium was flowing into the streets, there were so many people. People of all ages, not just what someone assumes a fan of the boys would look like. There were parents with their kids, groups of teenagers, young adults, and even families attending with their grandparents.
The younger side of ARMY were the ones who’d eye you up occasionally. Waiting in the lines with them was exciting, you loved the atmosphere they created. The chants, the way they’d talk about their biases (that you later would tell said bias about), the sea of voices singing their songs during soundcheck… It was invigorating to see that side of it, getting perspective on how huge it all really was.
You’d be sent out there incognito with a couple of friends you’d met through the boys and the team, and per Yoongi’s request, a member of security that they allowed you to dress up to fit in with ARMY. The poor guard assigned that job quickly became Jimin’s biggest fan. You got him a different Jimin t-shirt for each show, accessorizing him head to toe in other merch associated with the It Boy.
Maybe the girls weren’t actually looking at you…
“Pulling around, we are license plate…” The driver spoke into something that resembled a cell phone, and suddenly the windows fell dark. Your little one looked at you with wide eyes, hers adjusting to the darkness. “Yes, just her and the baby. Approaching the gate now, confirming with code…” Life was so different now compared to how these nights used to go. Sure, security was always this tight and strict, and sometimes you would try to challenge it a bit to see what you could get away with. You never pushed too far, it was only just you and Yoongi seeing how long you could escape for before Namjoon and the team got ticked off, but now it was different. Much different. There was a tiny person involved, a tiny person you made with the person that probably requested his team go through this much trouble for. You appreciated it, it definitely was relieving some of the anxiety you were keeping packed away. You trusted ARMY to the fullest, but even they knew there were some uncertainties amongst those who only acted as if they were true…
Before leaving the hotel you checked your bag six times, making sure you had absolutely everything you could possibly need for your girl. She had a change of clothes, plenty of diapers, her favorite snacks, formula, toys… She was ready for her first BTS concert.
“Oh, baby girl, you are in for it,” You whisper under your breath as the car pulls into a garage underneath the stadium after passing through a gate that loudly clanged shut behind the car. The lights that were now shining bright outside of the tinted windows were making her squint, making you giggle as you hurried to undo her seat buckles before the car was even parked.
“Mamaaaa,” She sang sweetly, watching you. Leaning over her, you kiss her forehead.
“My babyyy,” You copied her sing-songy tone that made her kick her legs and shake her hands happily, “Such a happy girl,” You smile, “Let’s go find Dada.”
Once the car was in park, you scoop your girl out of her carseat, letting her make a biiig stretch that you had to comment on before tucking her and her purple fit into your chest.
That’s when she spotted it. It was smooth, and giving off a chrome sparkle when the lights from outside would hit it. It was in the shape of a small heart with a ‘Y’ on it in pretty lettering. Her tiny hand went in the air, eyes on the prize, but you caught her fingers before they could reach the necklace Yoongi bought you for your last anniversary.
“No, please, no,” You hide your demise behind a short laugh and scoot to the edge of the seats, waiting for your door to be opened. Per protocol, you were not allowed to exit the vehicle until the door was opened for you by a team member. More safety precautions.
From around the corner, a group of people all dressed in black covered with headsets and wires appeared, spreading out in the garage, scoping the scene. Your eyes scanned them at lightning speed, looking for a face that could be out here secretively. You knew pretty much everybody on this team, and they knew you.
One of the tallest guys nodded to everyone else and turned his chin to speak into the walky-talky that was pinned to his shoulder. You assumed that was confirmation they could come and get you.
Two members approached the car, one coming to open the door and the other going toward the opening trunk to grab your things.
“Hello! Welcome!” Was said your way as you stepped onto the concrete. The garage was echoey, every single sound bouncing off the grey walls. Your little one nuzzled her head into your neck, hiding her face from the bright lights and the sharp sounds. Cradling the back of her head, you kiss her cheek, whispering comforting words to her to keep her relaxed.
Your bag was passed along, a team member carrying it as everyone started to follow you toward the doors.
“Do we need the car seat?” Was called out amidst the movement, and with a simple shake of your head you let them know they could leave it behind. There were going to be plenty of eager arms to hold her here.
“Suga at doors three and four,” Was mumbled somewhere next to you, and your heart shot out of your chest, “Approaching that entrance now.” You were about to see him for the first time in two weeks. He was about to see you for the first time in two weeks. You and your girl were here, at one of his shows, for the first time together.
Biting onto your bottom lip with force, the nervousness that was swirling with excitement inside of you was about to boil over as you rounded the corner to doors labeled ‘3’ and ‘4’. God, you couldn’t wait to kiss him, or just simply put your hands on him. He was going to get to cradle your girl and smother her in tiny kisses like he loved to do. Doing that was the first thing that ever made her laugh.
Members that were many feet in front of you reached the doors first. You swear you could feel your heart beating in your throat, that’s how nervous you were, and the feeling shot down through your stomach as they grabbed the door handles, but as soon as they were pulled open, every minuscule uncomfortable feeling you were feeling dissipated.
Rocking impatiently side to side, Yoongi’s head shot up once the doors had opened, locking eyes with you instantly. Heart swelling, feeling overwhelmed, the sight of you coming toward him with your baby in your arms had him squatting down to the floor, covering the bottom half of his face with his hands that were iced out in jewelry. He wasn’t allowed out of the arena.
“Min Yoongi!” You shout, holding your girl to you tight as you hurried toward him, passing three members on the way. His eyes crinkled, hands still covering the smile that was growing with each step you took toward him.
More team members and stage hands stood behind him, working efficiently to get the show ready. One of them paused to try and speak with him, but he sent them away with a wave of his hand, jumping back up to his feet to throw his arms around you as you passed over the threshold, holding you gently, carefully, telling you just how important you were to him.
He was dressed in his first outfit of the night, one of your favorites, all white down to chunky, red detailed sneakers. It suited him, much like how he wore white to the Grammys, most definitely his color- though you wished they kept the original of this assemble, the all white everything.
His hair and makeup were already done, a part of the process you adored to watch even if it made him a little shy at times, and he smelled fantastic. A mixture of something musky along with something sweet. Whatever it was, it was doing something to you.
“This can’t be real,” He sighed, tightening his arms around your back. Slipping one around his waist, you giggle into his neck, placing a kiss there before taking a long deep breath.
“I missed you,” You breath, “We missed you.” Yoongi turned his chin to look down between you two, your girl already gazing up at him with a goofy big grin already smug on her face.
“My goodness,” He spoke quietly, “Who is this beautiful little lady?” His tone was playful, evoking a giggle out of her. The two of you share a smile, then an overdue kiss that you wanted to melt into, but a babble from your girl brought you back into the room. Yoongi leaves an arm around your back, but pulls away enough to shift his baby into his arms. In a second her hands were attached to his jacket, curiously looking at the zippers and trying to figure out how to work them.
“How was the ride? Was everything okay?” Yoongi asks you, eyes on your daughter. Wrapping both your arms around his waist, leaning against his side, you nod.
“Was perfect,” You said, watching him watch your girl, “I can’t believe what they did with the lights!” His eyes went wide as he nodded his head.
“Incredible… Everyone went out last night to check it out,” He said, “I wished you could’ve been there.” His gaze shifted over to you, something that looked like sorrow written in his eyes. Pouting sarcastically, you shake your head.
“Enough, stop it,” You playfully tap his back, “We’re here now.“
“And I’ve never been happier,” He whispered, tilting his head to kiss you slowly. The doors closing behind you was a sign telling you to get out of the way, though no one on the team would really tell you to do so. Instead, Yoongi tightened his grip on you and started walking his family down the underground halls of the Allegiant Stadium. The stylists that were passing by were excited to see you, Yoongi proudly showing off your daughter as she took in everything around her with wonder. So far she was happy, and not shying away from the new faces like you thought she would. Just as you were passing by a few more stage hands, familiar shouting sounded from a room at the end of the hall that you recognized immediately.
Memories of causing a scene, and making a mess in the dressing rooms came rolling back with ease. Pausing before you got in front of the door, you motioned for Yoongi to enter with your girl first, eager to see how his friends were going to act. Before he did, he took one last long look at you, up and down, and kissed you.
“Mamaaa,” Your girl said, and the dressing room fell silent. You held in your laughter as you heard the guys whisper, trying to decipher whether what they heard was real or not. Sharing a quick glance with Yoongi, a mutual decision was made.
“Kookie,” You whisper to her, and she loses it, arms and legs flailing away.
“KOO-HEE!” She shrieks, and you hear Jungkook lose his mind. The chorus of six pairs of feet wearing the chunky sneakers sounded, barreling for the door, Jungkook being the first to appear outside.
"My GIRL!” He shouts, hurrying over to Yoongi to gently squeeze her cheeks between his finger and thumb, making her smile and squirm in her fathers arms, “Favorite uncle is ready to put on the BEST show for you.” He smiles toward you, holding his arms open to give you a squeeze.
“She missed you guys,” You said while he rocked you back and forth, “I can’t wait for her to see you all onstage.” They all looked absolutely breathtaking, their stylists knew how to do their job. One by one they greeted your baby, leaving her in Yoongi’s arms for now, then you with a hug. One member in particular was stuck on your girl, however, not even making it over to give you a squeeze.
“Oh no, Taehyung,” Yoongi shook his head, smiling. Your girl’s tiny hands were latched to his, the difference in size melting your heart. Tae was laughing, unsure of what to do as your daughter stared at him with a wide open gaze. Jungkook popped his head in front of her to try to distract her and get her attention, but she was zoned in on Taehyung, frustrating the youngest member.
“You’re strong,” He continued to giggle, wiggling the fingers she was squeezing, “I like your outfit,” He spoke to her as if she wasn’t an infant, and it was hilarious. Quickly, her hands sprung free and reached out for him, Taehyung looking up at Yoongi just as fast, questioning whether or not to take her.
“Go ‘head,” Yoongi chuckled, holding her out for his younger brother to grab. His hands fit over the entire circumference of her back, they were probably as long as her entire legs right now. He seemed unsure at first, only having held her once as a newborn, but Yoongi was quick to help him out while your daughter still gazed up at him.
“Jeez, we get it, he’s handsome,” Jin mumbled, getting everyone to laugh aloud, even Taehyung who’s cheeks turned pink. Yoongi rolled his eyes, shaking his head half seriously.
“No, no, no,” He said, moving to stand behind you, sliding his arms over your shoulders, clasping his hands to his elbows. Lifting yours, you placed your hands over his, squeezing them happily.
“No boys, sorry Tae,” You keep the joke going.
“Just cool uncles,” Taehyung nodded, bouncing your baby a bit as she babbled up at him, “Protecting and watching over you from everyone.” A soft smile grew on you and Yoongi’s face as you watched the six of his friends fuss over your daughter, trying to make her laugh, or steal her attention from Taehyung.
“She’s so loved,” You whisper, Yoongi agreeing with you with a hum, planting a kiss on your cheek.
Hoseok was next to scoop up your girl, getting her to giggle and kick her legs instantly. All he had to do was stick out his tongue and she was gone.
“Oh! So cute! You’re so small,” Hoseok cooed, kissing her cheek three times, making her smile. Yoongi squeezed one of your shoulders after watching your face falter at his words, giving you a knowing look. Jungkook hurried over and snatched her from his older brother, spinning her in the air before giving her a squeeze.
“She’s perfect!” He sarcastically defended, but ultimately meant, knowing the most about her not long ago needed bi-weekly doctor appointments. Looking up at her Uncle Kookie, she cooed softly, then laid her head on his chest. She’s fallen asleep there before back at home when Jungkook would come to visit, and it looked as though there was a possibility she’d drift off comfortably right now, but Taehyung spoke, and the sound of his voice had her head springing up fast, eyes searching for him. Teasing sounds erupted from the guys, Yoongi shakes his head again.
“Here,” Jungkook sighs, turning to hand Taehyung the baby that was already reaching for him, “You win.” As soon as she was out of his arms, Jimin tossed his around Jungkook from behind. One of his babies still wanted his attention.
The eight of you stood here passing around your girl for another ten minutes, you and Yoongi being asked question after question regarding everything about her when chatter and noise started to grow from the arena.
“I think I hear them,” You wiggle your eyebrows, making them smile. A stagehand approached the group, tentatively trying to get a word in, letting you all know the doors had opened and the show would be starting soon. Knowing the guys took these last moments together alone, you break out of Yoongi’s hold to his disappointment, and take your girl back from Namjoon, who was holding her like she was the most fragile thing he’s ever held.
“Let’s go, babe,” You smile at her, as she tries to resist you a bit, “Oh, I know, I’m not as cool as them… they have to get to work!” A few of them giggle, then they turn back into the dressing room after saying goodbye, leaving you and Yoongi to have a moment alone. Kissing his daughter on the head, Yoongi then kisses you in the same spot, putting his arms around you.
“There’s another room around the corner here,” His voice was low, comforting, “They put both your things in there, and I know it’s got food and drinks for you, too. It’s further from the stage, so if she needs to sleep it won’t be too loud… Oh! It has a private bathroom, too-“
“D,” You cut off his rambles with his nickname, his eyes pointing down to you, “Thank you,” You giggle, tilting your chin to press your lips to his, “I think someone needs to be changed,” You whisper as if your daughter understood what that meant. Yoongi crinkled his nose, and chuckled. The chatter from the arena caught your attention, and a thought popped into your mind, one you were kind of nervous to ask him.
“What?” He questioned, able to read you like a book.
“What?” You repeat, and he chuckles again at your obliviousness.
“What’re you thinking?” He asked. You nibbled on your bottom lip, Yoongi lifting a hand to use his thumb to pull it out, kissing you there softly. Your daughter had a tight grip on one of the zippers of his jacket.
“Can I go out? We? Can we go out? Out there?” You gestured to the arena with the top of your head. Yoongi’s eyebrows furrowed, looking from your girl, back to you. He slowly opened his mouth as if to speak, but quickly shut it.
“Please?” You whisper, giving him a glimpse of your puppy eyes on purpose, knowing they had an effect on him. Sighing, he glances away and nods.
“I don’t see… why not,” He says tentatively, “You’re not going alone, of course.”
“I know,” You start to smile, “I got Branson a new Jimin shirt.” Laughing about the security guard you liked to dress up with Yoongi, he calms down first with a short breath.
“Nothing crazy,” He says, making sure he has your focus, “We’re in Vegas… Last night this city got a little wild,” You nod after every word, “I got the headphones for her, little purple ones back in that room for you… Take them now just in case,” He pauses, taking in the sight of his daughter. If you were anywhere else you’d feel a bit silly letting Yoongi tell you what to do like he was parenting you both, but he knew his concerts best, so you appreciated his words.
“I’m going to wear a mask, too,” You remind him, giving him another reason to be okay with you joining his fans, “She’ll be fine… I saw other babies while we were driving, so we’ll fit right in. No one will suspect a thing.” Yoongi starts to smile, giving you a single nod before a long kiss that your daughter didn’t like. He took her into his arms as he led you to find Branson and the group of friends you’d typically hang with at shows, then to your room to your things where he changed your baby’s diaper himself.
“Suga, you need to head out,” A stage manager poked his head into the room with his hand on his walky-talky. Sharing a silent moment with you, Yoongi sighs.
“Be careful,” He said, handing you your daughter. Standing to meet him with a hug, you nod.
“We’re gonna go experience Dada’s world,” You say softly. Yoongi looks down at you, confused. “What?” You ask.
“You already do,” He says, “You two are my world.” The stage manager peered in again, beckoning Yoongi to leave at this point while tears pricked at your eyes.
“Alright!” He groans goofily, looking over his shoulder, “Bye, my love,” He kisses you, then your girl, “Bye, my baby.”
“Daaadaaa,” Fills in the following silence, your stomach doing a flip, “D-d-daaada.” Yoongi watches her in awe, then looks up at you in disbelief.
“That’s the first-“
“The first-“
You both try to speak at the same time, falling into a fit of giggles.
“Dada,” Yoongi says to her, and she repeats it clearly, “Oh, YES!” He shouts, making her laugh, “And now I have to leave?!” He bounced on his heels, rolling his eyes.
“Go,” You tell him just as the stage manager looked back into the room, “Please.”
“Mmm,” He hums, “You gotta stop saying that,” A flash of devil hints in his dark eyes. Your turn to roll your eyes.
“Yooooongi!” You whine, “Go!” He grins, kissing you one last time before heading out the door, glancing at you one last time over his shoulder before he was gone, leaving you and your daughter to go explore the wonders of BTS outside of the dressing rooms.