I had almost forgotten BTS. I only listened to American music, the triplets knew not to ask about them, and Baekhyun was there.

Baekhyun.

Somehow that name didn't seem so annoying anymore. Hearing his voice felt like home, and his embrace was warmer than Jimin's ever was.

When he and I hug, our hearts accelerate equally. His hair is a gorgeous brown, and his eyes sparkle with adoration for my little siblings. The way his body moves, and the way his voice rings throughout my living room whenever he comes to visit leaves me in awe.

But, he's not over his ex. He's asked me out before, but every time I've rejected him. Why? If we are going to be something, I don't want to be a rebound. If we were going to happen, I would want it to be real.

Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Kim Seokjin, Jeon Jungkook, and Kim Namjoon were the last people on my mind. Life seemed like it was going to go great and stay great for as long as I wanted it to, but I knew, subconsciously at least, that it wasn't going to last. I knew that one day I would see them again, and I'd be trapped in that cycle.

Unfortunately, that day came sooner than expected.

Ding dong

Who the fuck?

"Bacon!!! Can you answer it???" I heard a grunt and speedy footsteps to the door. No later had I poked my head out of the kitchen, than the door slammed shut. "Who was it?"

"Mormons."

"Gotcha" but, I knew it wasn't Mormons. It was someone he knew I would be affected if I saw.

It must have been BTS.

Or, it could have really been Mormons, and I could have been delusional. But see, that wouldn't explain the daily flowers I receive from "crusty ass grandpa", "ur lil mochi", "mOtHEr dEaREsT", "valien", "daddy ;)", "sUNSHINE :DDD", and "Justin Seagull". I get one from each member every week, so my week is always filled with roses, calla lilies, carnations, blue bonnets, and so many irises. I assumed the moment I got the first one from "ur lil mochi" that BTS would be contacting me discreetly this way.

I will openly admit that I miss them, but honestly, I have no interest in contacting them until I have a sufficient way to keep the kids of trouble and away from anything potentially dangerous.

I won't lose them. They're almost like my own children.

Moving on to a different subject, my mother has not been living with us. Minhyuk has offered to live with her in a facility close to a medical center so that she's safe and doesn't have to work. In the mean time, he's been sending me enough money to pay mortgage on the house and feed the kids. I got a job at the school that the triplets go to, running the café that the high schoolers can buy coffee and bubble tea from. It's like a mini starbucks, but with boba.

If I haven't mentioned, the triplets go to the K-12 school that I once attended, but that's off the subject.

The point is, I'm perfectly fine without the boys. I still go into BigHit's dance studio, but I schedule my times around when BTS is there. I've expressed my concerns to Uncle Bang without providing specific details, and he's been very gracious towards me. He even offered me an idol position, but I politely refused.

I ain't about that life.

I'm a dancer, not an idol. I'd rather be known locally for what I do and be able to do it in peace with my family, than have to do it someone else's way worldwide, and be existentially alone. I know, pretty deep, but I hate the thought of having to conform to someone else's rules with little to no reward mentally.

"HELLOOOOOOOOO??????" I snapped out of my trance to look at an amused Baekhyun in front of me. If heart eyes were a thing, I'd probably have them.

"Sorry Baek. What were you saying?" I questioned, ready to hear about his crazy experiences in the nearest Jack in the Box.

"Ahh it's nothing. By the way, I like it a lot better when you call me Bacon." He remarked with a slight chuckle and a smirk. I rolled my eyes before pushing my cheeks together and exclaiming in a high pitched voice.

"bACoOOooOoooNnNNnNNNnnN!!!!1!!1!1!!1!!!" He burst out laughing before sitting up and rubbing his chin with his pointer finger and thumb.

"You know, I like that.... But you know what I would like better?"

"w0t?" My voice cracked, but he brushed it off and smirked yet again at me. He cupped my face and leaned in closer, keeping eye contact until he whispered in my ear.

"if you called me 'daddy'" i lost it.

First I pushed him away, then I started laughing hysterically until tears were pouring out of my eyes. His pouting figure a foot away from me made it so much better.

The night progressed from there, us joking around in our pajamas and laughing until we almost cried.

Then it stopped with a movie. He fell asleep next to me on the floor, and I just looked at him for a little while. Yes, it may seem creepy, but I was admiring him at peace. Time seemed to be at a standstill, and my eyes trailed down from his hair to his lips. My gaze lingered there, as I unconsciously leaned in closer, until I blinked and my nose was brushing his. His soft breath fanned against my lower lip, and my eyes slowly fluttered closed. One kiss wouldn't hurt, right?

My lip touched his, and immediately a shock went through my body. His lips started moving against mine, and all confusion was lost as the soft kiss turned into something more heated. We both sat up almost simultaneously, only to have me pinned down on the carpet. He pulled back from the kiss for a moment to catch his breath, and I used that moment to wrap my arms around the back of his head and tangle my hands in his hair, pulling him closer to reignite the kiss, and deepen it at the same time.

"Weren't you asleep?" I whispered into the dark, almost breathless.

"You woke me up, babe." I smirked and pulled him back again, kissing him like there was no tomorrow.

He shifted his weight to his knees and started running his hands up and down my sides. The hem of my shirt lifted up a bit, and his cold, soft hands made their way inside to touch my now clenched stomach. My hands, in turn, moved down to carelessly run across his torso and stomach. I gasped a little at his ab definition, and he used that opportunity to slip his tongue in between my lips. Our tongues fought for dominance for about two seconds until he won.

He slipped his hands under my back, causing it to arch just a little bit as he kissed messily down my jawline all the way down to my collarbone. He started sucking a bit, no doubt leaving marks on my pale skin. I held back a moan and moved his head back up to mine so we could make out a little more. At this point, all logic was out the window.

Did he have protection?

Was he old enough that he could get arrested?

Was I young enough to have him arrested?

Was I actually going to lose my virginity to a boy whom I called "bacon" almost daily?

Could the triplets hear us?

Those obvious thoughts didn't make their way to my brain until he had already taken off both of our shirts, and pressed his hard member over my core. I gasped and used my hands to push him away a little bit, panicking for absolutely no reason.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" I shook my head and pecked his lips before opening my mouth to speak.

"Baekhyun... I just... I'm 17. I'm not ready." He nodded and smiled brightly at me.

"Put your shirt back on, I want to watch Riverdale again." I smiled softly at him before nodding and putting my shirt back on.

God bless Byun Baekhyun.