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Not Even a Mouse

Summary:  The week before Christmas, you are tasked with delivering some paperwork to your father’s former business partner in order to secure your ownership of their legendary toy store. However, things don’t go as planned and a sudden blizzard keeps you cooped up inside the tiniest town you’ve ever seen, Snow Falls. You keep telling yourself that it’s the weather that’s keeping you here, but after a visit to Min’s Mini Mart, you aren’t so sure anymore…

Title: Not Even a Mouse

Pairing: Single Dad! Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Romance, FLUFF, Smut (18+ only please)

Warnings: explicit smut, language, mild angst, mentions of blood, really bad weather, mentions of bad parenting/abandonment (not Yoongi), swearing, brief mention of cancer, nightmares and anxiety

Word Count: 14.7k

Special thanks to: @bulletproofbirdy​ @gldnrecs​ for always being around and keeping me sane, and also for your incredible minds and contributions to the plot. I love you lots. To @yoonia​ @randombtsprincessa​ and @yeoldontknow​ thank you for hyping me up and being the cutest ever! I love you!

Author’s Note: This story is written for the Christmas in July project hosted by the INCREDIBLE @kookdiaries @kithtaehyung and @xiaokoo​! I am apart of the Hoeliday Well Spent theme, and I’m so excited for the amazing fics that are coming out! This fic is loosely inspired by the film, Christmas Inheritance. I hope you enjoy :D

“All commercial flights out of the northeastern region are delayed until further notice. Our expert team here at TXT613 is predicting that the winter storm will move into the surrounding cities of Candy Cane Lane, Sleighbells, Chestnut and, Snow Falls at around 6:30pm. This system of storms is gaining traction as we speak and is expected to bring about catastrophic snow fall in the regions on our screen. We advise those who are living or lodging in these cities to have the necessary supplies and prepare for a potential loss of power.”  

You’re leaning on your elbows, helplessly watching the screen. The bar you are sitting in his bustling with activity, but no one seems to pay much attention to the disturbing content playing through the speakers.

“Excuse me?” You call softly to the bartender, “How long do these things normally last?”

He cocks his head for a moment before glancing behind him at the screen, “The weather? Oh well-“ He chuckles as he sets a glass onto the countertop, “-if their predictions are correct, you’re looking at a delay of at least a few days, maybe even a week…”

Your eyes widen, “A week? But I’m supposed to be on a flight tomorrow morning…”

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