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Hello 👋🏻

I will spare you the long reason why this story took me forever… but I finally got it into the editing website I use which was my biggest hurdle for 2 months. 😅 (sorry if it’s a bit disjointed too)

Anyway, here is Namjoonie’s story… Lonely.

Warning ⚠️ - Graphic child birth, Mpreg, mentions of rape and sexual slavery(kinda), mention of threats/violence, sick children.

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Namjoon heaved against the bed posts. His body was ready to give in and pass out, but he knew he couldn't. He had to continue to work hard, holding his legs in the correct position and using all his strength.

Oh, how he wished he had someone else here. He didn't want to do this alone. He wanted someone holding his hand, encouraging him, telling him how well he was doing and that it was nearly over. He wished he didn't have to do this in his crappy apartment, hours away from anyone he knew.

He wanted to be at a hospital, safe and secure. People tell him what to do and how to do it. He wanted to ensure everything would be ok, but he wasn't at a hospital. He didn't have anyone around him to help, and he didn't know if everything was ok. He was alone, giving birth to his baby in a dank apartment in a city far away from his home.

He screamed again, feeling the pain of a contraction. He had been at it for hours, pushing as hard as he could but not finding any real progress. When the pain stopped, he laid his head back again, struggling to catch his breath between sobs.

All he could do was cry. Cry and wait for the next contraction, which wasn't far away, and then start pushing again. The pain was worse than he imagined, but he was determined to do this. He chose to keep his baby, and now he would bring it to life, even if it killed him.

He pleaded with it internally as if the baby could hear him while in his body. 'Please come out. I can't take much more!' He screamed again, the next contraction clenching his muscles to push the baby out of his body.

Before he was in the mid stages of his labour, he walked around the house, thinking just how lucky he was that his baby was tiny. The nurse he saw last told him that he was a bit underweight.

Namjoon regretted doing all he could to ensure his baby was born at an average weight for those last two months. He was sure that the baby must have grown into a bowling ball or something because as he felt the head starting to push his hole open, he swore he nearly tore it in half.

The scream that left his mouth was so shrill he was sure it had set off the dog 10 blocks over. Namjoon was just thankful that the place he lived in was so poor that none cared enough to call the police. They would all just ignore him.

With the next push, Namjoon felt his hole stretch around the broadest part of the baby's head. He must be so close to crowning. Namjoon was sure he could feel the top of the baby's head on the next push. He wept more, hearing another ding from his phone beside him.

He had turned off all GPS and signals, routing the location to a different place every few days to make it look like he was constantly moving, but he kept it on. He had never changed his number, just in case he needed something. Just in case he decided to go back.

The noise drew his attention away momentarily, and he looked at the phone. As much as he had it, he didn't really use it. In fact, it had been several weeks since he unlocked it. He didn't need to do everything he could on his phone; he could do it on his laptop, which was much harder to track. He looked at the phone screen light up, seeing a message from another of his old band members.

They had been piling up for a long time, showing all on the notifications board on his phone. Six individual chats pinging away over time. He had read each one and never replied, but he read them all. They made his heart hurt every time, but he wouldn't stop. He liked to torture himself. He cried a little harder reading the message from his friends.

"I still don't even know if you are reading these, but it makes me feel better." The text read. "I don't know what happened, and I don't know why, but know that wherever you are, I'm always here, right where you left me."

Namjoon screamed again, the next contraction ripping through his body again. He sent a hand down to feel between his legs, the baby's head was now sticking out slightly, and he could feel the hair on its head. "I miss you, and wherever you are, I hope you're safe and happy." He finished.

Namjoon hiccuped his sobs from his chest. He tried so hard to calm his breathing, but now the added stress of the message really made him feel lightheaded. Just thinking about the boy made Namjoon's heart flutter.

He was at a loss for words, but that could have been the intense pain making him numb to all thinking. He mentally replied to the message, pouring his heart out until the next contraction came. This time Namjoon pushed his very hardest. He felt slightly more determined to get his baby out.

The boys had always strengthened him, even when they weren't there. With the force of the push, he managed to get most of the head out. He felt a tear as the baby reached the widest part of its skull, but he powered through it. It didn't even hurt, not compared to the rest of it. He doubled down, his contractions seeming much quicker after such a hard push, the pressure coming again.

Namjoon felt the baby's nose pop out, pushing past his tight rim. He was also relieved that the baby hadn't inherited his chin. He barely felt it pop out. Once the whole head was out, Namjoon gave himself a rest. He had seen many birth videos online, and most of them got the mother to wait after pushing the head out, not pushing in that contraction, but god, was it hard.

Every fibre in his body pleaded with him to get the big intrusion out of his body. "Ok, just a few more." He cheered to himself out loud.

He breathed through the first contraction, struggling to keep his pushes at bay, but he did it. Now it was time for the baby to get the fuck out. He pushed as hard as he could. He gently turned the baby, angling the shoulders to not hurt the arms.

Namjoon had been mortified when he saw some babies come out with dislocated shoulders. He couldn't let that happen. He would keep his baby safe.

The final contractions really hit hard for the once-great leader. He screamed for the next three, pushing as hard as possible. He felt the small baby slide out of his body, and a loud wail erupted from the tiny creature.

Namjoon sobbed a little harder, hearing his baby. He wasn't sure if it was relief or just his emotional outlet, but when he reached forward and picked the blood-covered thing up, he and it just sat for a few minutes, crying.

The new father took a few deep breaths to calm himself down and started to rock his baby. He still wasn't finished yet, and he knew it. He had to push the placenta out, cut the umbilical cord and make sure he wasn't bleeding to death all before he could stay with his baby, but calming them down for a few seconds wouldn't hurt.

He waited until the crying died and then sat the small thing to his side on a towel he had placed beforehand. He wrapped them up, so they were warm and then went back to pushing the placenta out. It took him another few minutes, but once he was sure it was mostly out, he used the cord to pull the rest, letting out a tiny wail once it left his body. He was so sore. Everything ached, and he was so tired.

All he wanted to do was cry. Cry and hug his baby and have someone hug him. God, he missed his friends and his family. He didn't want to be alone, but he had to. The baby let out another whimper, and he quickly picked it back up. He'd come to realise he was never alone.

Finally, he could have a good look at his little bundle. He looked down at the baby, cooing instantly. The small little nose, soft lips, and puffy eyes were all adorable to him. He moved the towel to get a good look at the baby.

He had never found out the gender when he got his scan. He felt bad for neglecting the health problems of not checking the baby properly, but he couldn't risk going to the hospital more than once.

They would report him if they picked up on who he really was. He would have to go back, and he couldn't. So now was the first time he would know his baby's gender. He took a deep breath, trying not to think about how creepy it felt to look at his baby's privates purposefully and look.

He let out a happy cry seeing his baby girl. He had a little girl. He moved her closer to his chest, making sure she remained warm. "Hello, baby." He chuckled wetly. "It's nice to finally meet you. I'm your Appa."

He didn't know whether to call himself an Appa, but he couldn't see himself as anything else. This wasn't supposed to be his life, but with his little girl in his arms, he couldn't regret it.

It took Namjoon a few days to get used to life with a baby now. It was hard for him because he was doing it alone.

He was sleep deprived, hungry from not having time or energy to go out to get food for himself, and a bit grotty because nipping off to shower couldn't happen, but he was trying his best. He had been sore the first two days, just staying around his room, looking after the baby and laying in bed.

He couldn't really do much anyways because he couldn't leave. He barely kept the two alive for the first week, but things felt better for the second week.

He set the little girl down for a sleep on the seventh day and quickly nipped in for a shower. The feeling of water on his skin was amazing but short-lived, as he had to get back out before she woke up. He ordered groceries online and delivered them to the apartment, and once he managed all that, he got a good night's sleep. His little girl had been wonderful the whole time.

He was so happy with her until the third week arrived. It started off on the Tuesday night of the third week. The little thing seemed fussy throughout her dinner, making Namjoon anxious.

She didn't have much, and then she was quiet until the two had been asleep for about 35 minutes. A loud wail emitted from her tiny lungs, alerting her Appa.

Namjoon shot awake, bolting to the baby. "Hey, honey, what's wrong?" He cooed, picking her up. He checked her nappy, seeing if it needed to be changed. No, so he figured she was hungry again. She hadn't eaten before, so he tried to feed her, but she didn't take to that either. He frowned. Maybe she needed to burp again?

He laid her over his shoulder, patting her back, but again nothing came up. Finally, he figured she just wanted some soothing. He began to rock her back and forth, swaying his hips to keep her calm. "Shhhh baby, Appa's got you." He said sweetly.

She continued to wail until she was exhausted, pretty much passing out. Namjoon sighed and laid her down in the crib. He wondered what must have been wrong, but he figured maybe she was just fussy tonight. Maybe something disagreed with her. He noted to keep an eye on her the next day and then went back to sleep.

Namjoon started to panic on the third day of this. For the second day, she seemed to be mostly fine like the day before, just a bit whiny. On the third day, however, she really started to fuss.

Right from the moment she awoke at 5 in the morning, she started wailing. Namjoon rushed to her side, quick to soothe her, offering food and cuddles. The baby quieted but never really stopped her whining.

Every little thing seemed to set her off, and she would scream loudly, ensuring everyone on the whole level could hear her.

Namjoon was starting to become stressed and worried. Was there something wrong with his baby? Had he hurt her in some way? He thought he was doing well. He tried his hardest not to become upset but lost the battle.

He managed to get her down for a small nap in the middle of the day, probably out of exhaustion again, allowing him time to calm himself, but it hit its peak at around 6 in the night.

She screamed and screamed, crying and wriggling around in his arms. Her little face was scrunched up, with tears running down her red face. He felt like he had hit a wall, his emotions bursting as he cried. "I'm sorry! I don't know what you need." He sobbed along with her.

He was rocking back and forth again, trying to soothe her with a dummy, but she kept spitting it out.

"I've tried everything." Namjoon pleaded with the baby. He was beyond worried about his little one, the stress eating him inside. The final straw was a loud thumping on the wall beside his bedroom. "Shut that fucking baby up, or I'll come and shut it up for you!" A person yelled. Namjoon only cried harder along with his baby.

Great, even the druggies think he's a bad parent.

He had to do something for her. She was clearly suffering for some reason, and he couldn't fix it alone. He had avoided the hospital at all costs, but now he had to take the risk. He couldn't lose his baby.

Namjoon packed a bag of overnight things for him and the baby and then strapped her into a carrier. He pulled out his phone, which he had turned off for several days, and called for an Uber. He ignored the pings on his phone as he quickly ordered the car to take him to the hospital and then went to the curb to wait.

It was now in the middle of winter, so he wrapped the baby in two blankets while dressing her in a thick onesie, a beanie, little mittens and some thick socks. He pulled the cover-up over the carrier, ensuring no wind blew into her face.

He had an old jacket on. It was a bit tight as he still had a lot of baby fat, but he didn't care about himself. He would take his jacket off if his baby needed more cover.

Thankfully, the man quickly arrived, helping Namjoon strap the car seat in and start to drive. The car was warm inside, so Namjoon pulled the blankets down to try and calm the baby again. Her cries were still loud but not as bad as before.

"Is she ok?" The driver asked worriedly. Namjoon sniffled. "I don't know. I'm gonna take her to the hospital." He admitted. The man nodded, telling Namjoon he would get them there quickly but safely.

Namjoon greatly appreciated it and then went back to comforting his girl. The man kept true to his word, and they were at the hospital no less than 20 minutes later.

Namjoon thanked the man, giving him a nice tip for being so helpful and then rushed into the ICU. He moved to the reception and placed the carrier on the desk. "Hello, how may I help you?" The lady asked.

Namjoon looked at her with a red face and teary eyes. "Hi, I need someone to check up on my baby. She has been crying nonstop all day, and I don't know what she needs. She won't eat as much, only sleeps if she's worn out completely, and she just doesn't stop crying." He rushed, feeling very agitated. He wanted her looked after right now.

"Can you tell me how old she is?" The lady asked, standing up to look in at the small baby, crying in the carrier. "She's just under four weeks old," Namjoon said. "And was she born ok? Early or anything?"

Namjoon didn't know, but he was sure she was born around when she was supposed to be. "She was born around 37 weeks." He admitted. The lady said that was fine.

She looked over at the little one, not seeing anything wrong, but she could tell that the crying wasn't just a hungry or tired cry.

"Alright, have you been to this hospital before?" Namjoon stilled. He would have to give their information. "No, I haven't." He said.

The lady nodded. "Ok, I'll need you to fill out some forms and get some information about your previous consultant so we can cross-check for a better diagnosis, but I have put you through to the NICU, and they will look after her immediately."

Namjoon nodded thankfully to the lady. He grabbed the board with the forms on it and then followed her to the NICU. A nurse approached them once they entered the wing and took Namjoon's baby from him.

"Follow me, sweetie. I'll check on her." The lady smiled at Namjoon. He did as told and moved into the room, sitting on a chair anxiously as the lady began to assess the baby. "You fill out those forms, and I'll do a quick exam of this little one." She smiled down at the little girl.

Namjoon nodded and hesitantly began to fill the forms out. He knew he would have to show ID, so lying was pointless. He really just wanted his baby to be ok. He filled the form out quickly and then placed it to the side, moving to stand by his child.

"She seemed to have shallow breathing. Did you say she was born early?" The lady asked. Namjoon shook his head. "I'm fairly sure she was born around 37 weeks." The lady frowned. "And you said that she hasn't been feeding right either?" Namjoon nodded.

"She'll take for a little while and then stop. She's only had like 3 feeds in the last day." Namjoon worried. The nurse nodded and looked back down, putting on her stethoscope and listening to the baby's breathing. "How long has she been like this?" She asked.

Namjoon sighed. "She started to fuss two days ago, but only today has she been really bad. She ate fine most of the time, maybe briefly, but then stopped today."

The nurse took a mental note and then stood up. "It seems like she's got some respiratory problems. I'll need to take an X-ray of her chest to make sure nothing is stuck. I'll start her on some oxygen to keep her breathing normal. I'll need to ask some questions about your birth and history." The lady said.

Namjoon felt anxious, but he had to find out what was wrong. He would give all the information he needed to get his baby girl healthy again. The nurse left to set up the oxygen machine and hand in the forms Namjoon had filled out.

The nurse in reception filled out the information in the system. She looked over the previous physician's list and found it empty. She frowned, wondering why he would have left it empty. "I'm going back in now. Can you page me when the X-ray is available?" The other nurse said. The lady nodded and went back to her job.

Namjoon watched as the lady taped a breathing tube onto his baby's face, keeping the tube in her nose. "This will help. Then we can discover the main problem once she's back to normal breathing." The nurse smiled calmly at Namjoon, making him feel better. He thanked her, relieved.

"So, I have some questions about what might be wrong." Namjoon nodded and looked at the lady. "The birth, was it problematic in any way?" Namjoon hung his head.

"Yes, it was quite stressful." He admitted. The lady nodded. "Was there anything wrong with her at the time? No breathing problems. The cord wasn't around her throat?"

"No, she was fine when she was born." The lady scrunched her nose, thinking for a moment. "What did the doctor say at her first check-up?" She asked. Namjoon awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, looking down at his girl.

"She hasn't gone for a check-up. This is her first one." He knew it sounded bad, but they had been doing well... The lady looked at him concerned.

"She was supposed to have a check at 3-5 days? Didn't your previous doctor tell you that when you got released after the birth?" Namjoon shook his head. "I had her at my house. T-there wasn't a nurse there." He made his tone soft, nearly a whisper.

"What?" She asked, a bit surprised at what she thought she had heard. "I had her by myself at my house. I couldn't make it to a doctor." The nurse was stunned. She wondered how the man had managed all by himself and why he hadn't taken the baby to a hospital sooner.

"I can't really afford it." He lied. He could afford it but didn't want to get turned in.

The nurse gave him a sympathetic look and then repeated the questions. "So would you say it was a hard birth? Sometimes a stressful birth can cause problems." The lady said. Namjoon shrugged shamefully.

He had never given birth before, so he didn't know if it was hard. "I'm sorry, I'm still new to all of this." He felt bad for not being more of a help.

The lady shook her head. "It's alright. The X-rays will give me a good hint at what is going on." She smiled. Namjoon nodded and relaxed, the lady leaving him until she had to come back for the X-rays.

He moved over to the seat by his baby, looking at her now calm little face. She was fast asleep, probably tired from being up for so long. He, too, decided to get some shut-eye, dozing off in the chair.

About half an hour later, the lady returned to the room, waking Namjoon up to go for the test. He stayed with his little girl the whole way, ensuring she was ok.

The lady was very happy with her behaviour throughout the procedure, giving her a little stuffed toy to sleep with. Namjoon smiled happily as his little girl was just about the same size as the teddy bear she was given.

"It will take a little while for the results to check them over. You can both return to the room. I'm sure you'll want a rest." Namjoon thanked the nurse again, returning to the room for more sleep.

He fed his little girl just before putting her to sleep again and then dozed himself. They managed a good two hours before the nurse came to get him.

"Thankfully, we have found nothing serious. I let you guys have a bit longer to sleep, knowing that you might need it." She smiled. Namjoon was incredibly thankful.

"She has asthma. It's not a bad case, either. It is probably just worse because of the cold. She will get prescribed a puffer and spacer. I'll teach you how to use it if you don't know. Give her one to two puffs when you think her breathing is getting shallow, and she should be good."

Namjoon sighed in relief. He could cry hearing the news. In fact, he did. Fat tears started to spill out of his eyes.

"She's not dying." He breathed heavily, burying his face into his hands with a relieved chuckle. The lady moved closer and touched his back, reassuringly rubbing it.

"No, your baby girl is just fine. In fact, apart from asthma, she's very healthy. She could be much worse from what you said about the birth." Namjoon looked up at the lady. "You're doing a great job at taking care of her." She smiled, and Namjoon couldn't hold the need to hug the girl back. He jumped off the bed and wrapped her in a hug.

The nurse chuckled and patted his back again. "Thank you so much." He sniffled, moving away once he realised how inappropriate he was being.

"It's ok. I assume it's stressful to be a new parent, especially a single one." She said with a soft smile. Namjoon nodded, slightly ashamed, but he knew she wasn't judging him. "Once I fill out the prescription, you both can go home." She smiled.

Namjoon was beyond ready to head back to his house. He was so happy that the lady was so nice, but he didn't want to risk being out in public more than necessary.

About an hour later, Namjoon said goodbye to the nurses and took his baby home. The kind lady smiled and waved him off before turning back to the other nurse at the desk.

"So we just send his reference to the outpatients." She said. The nurse nodded and brought up his file. Her face fell slightly, and she looked back to the nurse. "Wait, is that his name?" She asked.

"Yeah, Namjoon. Why?" She furrowed her brow at the weird reaction. "He's part of a missing persons case. We have an alert to look out for him." The nurse looked back out the glass windows after Namjoon. She felt bad for the guy. She didn't know the reasons for his life. Maybe he was kidnapped, maybe he was raped or domestically assaulted.

"We have mandatory reporting." The other lady said, looking sad as well. Both ladies sighed, knowing there was nothing they could do. It was law, and they had families to look after.

Namjoon had been having a much easier time with his little girl now. Just before she went to sleep, he would give her two puffs of the inhaler and ensure she was snuggled up in warm blankets. He bought an air humidifier to help with the cold air as soon as possible.

His little girl had been doing fine. He managed another week by himself with no problems until the crying returned. He worked through the first night, rocking her gently and calming her down.

He decided to sleep in the chair beside her cot that night, knowing she always slept better when he was around. He wondered whether she could sense his presence. Maybe she just needed to be with her daddy.

However, his idea was spoiled the next night when she wouldn't calm down, even when he held her. "No, please don't start this again. Appa is trying his hardest." Namjoon sighed, feeling his own emotion bubbling again.

He rocked, changed, fed, and gave her her puffer, yet she still wouldn't stop crying. "I'm sorry I'm not a good parent. I'm sorry I can't fix this." He cried again. He couldn't stop the thoughts if only he had help.

"Are you sure this was the address?" Jin asked, eyeing the building. It was run down and creepy looking. They had already heard 3 different sirens going off in the last 10 minutes, indicating how bad the neighbourhood was.

"Yes, this is where the investigator said he was." Yoongi sighed. The six boys all gave each other a nervous look and then headed into the stairwell to go up the floors.

"There isn't even an elevator? What type of place is this?" Taehyung whined as they approached the second set of stairs. Jungkook rolled his eyes at his lazy Hyung, joking about the older wanting the others to carry him up the stairs.

"Don't tempt me." Tae quipped back as they started onto the third set of stairs.

"God, Namjoon Hyung had to do this every day?" Jimin questioned as they topped the third. The others all shrugged, finding it not hard, just annoying.

"We still don't know this is him," Yoongi said cautiously. He didn't want to be a downer but wouldn't get his hopes up. They had been looking for Namjoon for the last 5 months. It had been a rough time, and hope could only last them so long. "Let's not hold our breath." He warned, finally coming to the top of the fourth stairs.

He looked around at the fifth floor they were now on. It was dinky and smelt of cigarettes and piss. He couldn't believe that their leader would live in a place like this. They all took a deep breath and then moved to the 5th apartment.

This was the address the investigator had given him, and as much as this place was horrible, he fucking hoped it was right. Only so many times can you tell yourself that it doesn't hurt.

They approached the door, silence among them. "I'm sorry I'm not a good parent. I'm sorry I can't fix this." A voice echoed through the paper-thin door. They could hear the sound of a loud baby crying, but they all were only focused on Namjoon.

"T-that voice... it's familiar." Hoseok whispered just loud enough that they all heard. The others all agreed, which made them all even more anxious. "There's nothing I can do! I'm failing." The voice called again with loud hiccups and sobs.

"Joon-!" Jungkook tried to call, but Jin put his hand over his mouth. "Shhh, don't yell. You'll scare him away." They remained quiet momentarily, hoping they hadn't given themselves away.

"God, I think I'm going crazy." A chuckle came from inside the apartment. "I can hear them. Your uncles. They always come to me when I need them." The boys' hearts ached to hear their leader talk about them.

"I miss them with all my heart." He said. "And I'm sorry you won't ever know how much they would have loved you." He sniffled again. "You would have been the light of their lives like mine."

All the boys had the exact same thought at that moment. Jimin, closest to the door, rushed forward and gripped the handle. He was surprised when the door opened, making a mental note to scold Namjoon about locking the doors later.

All six rushed in, finding the big leader looking up stunned in the middle of the floor.

The apartment Namjoon rented wasn't very big. It was a small studio apartment, but that's all he needed. He was trying to save money for the baby's later life, so the small room was enough for a single parent.

He had been crying on the floor with his baby in his arms when he heard his door burst open. He gasped and looked up, expecting to find a bunch of robbers or maybe busy police doing a search of the building. He did not expect to see the six boys he was talking about.

His eyes were so wide he was sure they would pop out of his head. Everything froze, and his little girl must have sensed a change in the room because she had stopped crying.

"Joonie?" Jin asked, looking at the tall boy on the floor with a baby in his arms.

Namjoon didn't want to move, scared that anything he might do would be wrong. He wholeheartedly wanted this to be his friends, his favourite people coming to find him, but he knew this wasn't good. This would make things so much worse.

"It's us, Namjoon-ah," Yoongi said softly, putting his arms out to show he meant no harm. Namjoon didn't need to swallow to feel the lump in his throat. It was so big that he almost thought it was blocking his breathing, but he knew that wasn't true. He was blocking his own breathing. "You can't be here." He choked out after more silence. The six boys looked at him cautiously.

"But we are. We are here for you." Jimin smiled, trying to show Namjoon their love, but the leader shook his head. He felt his tears returning, and he was positive he couldn't stop them. His whole body began to shake as he looked at the six.

"You have to leave. You have to leave." He chanted a few times with a fragile voice. "Please go away." He turned back down to his baby and held her closer.

"Hey Joon, it's ok. We aren't going to judge you." Hoseok reassured the boy, thinking he was nervous over the baby, but Namjoon kept rocking himself, telling them to go away. He pulled the small baby to his chest and tried to curl in on himself.

"If I close my eyes, you'll go away." He mumbled. The boys were concerned that he wasn't as mentally stable as once.

"Namjoonie, we aren't going anywhere. We just found you again." Jin said, trying to keep his voice happy and hopeful.

"Please, Hyung," Jungkook said. "We can go home now." Namjoon shot his head up, looking at the youngest.

"I can't go home. I can never go home." He said, his voice very clear and low.

Everyone was a bit stunned by the sudden firmness in his voice. "Why not Joon-ah?" Yoongi asked. He made the first attempt to get closer to the boy. He crouched down and went to rest a hand on Namjoon's shoulder, but the boy flinched away.

"Somebody did this to you, didn't they?" Taehyung asked, watching the leader intensely. It seemed obvious that Namjoon had been forced into something he didn't want. "Who did this? We can help you." Tae encouraged, joining Yoongi by the leader.

Namjoon shook his head and held his baby tighter. She fussed slightly at the tight grip, so Namjoon quickly let go again.

"Who hurt you, Namjoon? We will find them and make them pay." Jimin's face was stone cold. His voice was laced with venom. He was ready to beat whoever hurt his leader, friend, and brother.

"No, no, I can't. He said he'd hurt you if I did." Namjoon choked on another sob, starting to work himself up again.

"He can't hurt us, Hyung. We will find him and make him pay for hurting you." Jungkook held a fist up, showing that he meant to use it. There was silence for a moment, waiting for Namjoon to answer. "We are going to help you, Joonie. We will fix this. I'll take a DNA test of that baby to fix this if I have to." Jin said. Once again, Namjoon hugged the baby closer, thinking about his baby being used against him.

"Tell us who did this." Yoongi finally managed to touch the boy without him flinching away. He held his chin, lifting his face to look into his eyes.

"It started last year." He said, looking straight into Yoongi's eyes, though the rapper could tell he wasn't focused.

"Mr Lee approached me after dance and said I was falling behind." Namjoon's voice shook as he told his friends his biggest secret. "He offered me extra time to dance, and I wanted to be better for you all." He blinked a few times, trying to keep his tears away. "It didn't happen until the fourth time I stayed back." He could feel the tension from the rest of the group, so he kept his eyes on Yoongi. "I went to the bathroom after I finished the extra practice when he came in. I freaked out at him, telling him he was a weirdo for barging in when he knew I was there, but he just laughed at me. He pushed me against the wall of the cubical and started to touch me." Namjoon's voice broke the more he spoke. "I tried hard to fight back but was tired after all the practices. He had been making me stay back so he could wear me out, and then he struck when I was weakest." Namjoon took a moment, collecting his thoughts before he continued again. "After he raped me, he took pictures of me and said if I told anyone, he would leak them. I was so scared, so I didn't do anything." Namjoon felt ashamed. His pride had gotten him into this mess. "Eventually, I told him that I didn't care anymore. I wouldn't put up with this, but then Tae fell down the stairs, Jin Hyung nearly got hit with the sandbag on stage, and Hobi got the knife in the mail." The boys' eyes all widened, looking at Namjoon. "He said he would hurt you all if I told anyone." Finally breaking eye contact with Yoongi, Namjoon hung his head, looking down at his daughter. "Then, on the 5th of May, I found out I was pregnant. I told him I would get rid of the baby, but he told me not to. He said he would hurt everyone if I got rid of the baby, and then he told me to run away. He wanted me gone." Namjoon felt a hand on his shoulder but didn't look up.

"Joonie, you didn't have to protect us," Jin said, his voice weak.

"He got into our house once, he left death threats for Jimin, but I got them first. I couldn't risk letting you all get hurt." Namjoon sniffled, seeing how sad his friends looked at his sacrifice for them. "He could have done anything to us when we slept when we weren't home. I couldn't risk it." Namjoon looked up. "Not once I had my baby."

The others all gathered around him close. They hadn't forgotten the seriousness of the conversation, but they knew not to push too hard. Taehyung got down on his knees, looking at the small girl. "What's her name?" He asked with a kind smile. He touched her foot, giving it a cute little shake.

Namjoon frowned and looked down at her. "I...I haven't named her yet." He admitted.

"What? Why not?" Jimin furrowed his brows at the father. The baby must have been a few weeks old by then, and she still didn't have a name.

"I don't know. I couldn't think of a name for her. They all made me sad. Wondering if I was picking the right one for her to have her whole life."

Namjoon looked at her soft little face. She had finally drifted off to sleep, calm from the people surrounding her. "I didn't have anyone to tell me whether it was a good name." The leader shrugged. There was silence again for a moment until the youngest spoke.

"What about Sook-sun?" Namjoon looked to Jungkook, contemplating the name. "It means pureness for Sook and goodness for Sun. It would be pure goodness." The suggestion warmed Namjoon's heart.

He thought about it for a while, looking back at his baby. He gave a small chuckle when her nose wiggled in her sleep. "Sook-sun. I love it." He smiled brightly. Jungkook grinned at the two, happy to be able to help.

"It's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl," Jin said, placing a hand on Namjoon's shoulder. "She is pure goodness to us all," Tae added.

Namjoon felt his heart soar. His friends were amazing. Not even knowing about the little baby for more than an hour, they all looked down at her with endless love.

"You're an amazing parent Joon-ah." Hoseok admired the leader's skill. "She's such an amazing little human already." He added, happy to be able to make Namjoon smile wider. "We won't let her be alone again, and neither will you," Jimin said strongly.

The tone of the voice made shivers run down Namjoon's back. "We are going to sue that man for everything he's worth. You're coming home with us, and we aren't accepting no." Yoongi insisted, crossing his arms, so they knew he really meant it.

"H-how can I go back?" Namjoon asked quietly. "I can't be in the band with a baby. Not to mention I've lost all talent I had. I'll be right back at square one." Namjoon sighed, but the others scoffed.

"Lost your talent? As if you ever could." Hoseok chuckled at the stupid words of the leader. "Joon-ah, you have more talent in your little finger than anyone else could." Namjoon looked up with sparkling eyes. He hated that he wanted to cry once again, but his hormones were still a mess. "Nothing could stop us from wanting you to come back, Hyung. We will all help you with Sunni." Namjoon smiled at his baby's nickname already.

"We will work everything out." Taehyung looked at the others, seeing them all agreeing with him. They would bring Namjoon home...

Because they would never leave him behind. They found him now, and he wasn't going anywhere again. They were always 7.

#bts pregnancy blog #pregnant Namjoon

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bt5bby · 3 years ago

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Sex Addict Hybrid Joonie

Warning ⚠️ somnophilia, dubcon/rape, little-ish behaviour, constant pregnancy

Himbo Namjoonie who is extremely innocent and naive but also a sex addict, if you get me. He more is obsessed with the wonderful feeling, though he doesn’t know what it is or why it’s so good.

He would be like a bear or panda hybrid who is super soft and sensitive, always super sweet. He has a boyfriend, little fox hybrid Jiminie who because of his fox nature is very fertile. I’m talking litters of 4-8 every time if he was pregnant.

Because namjoonie doesn’t know any better, he just knows he loves the feeling of cumming, he constantly takes Jimin whenever the slightest hint of arousal hits him. It’s mostly dubcon because Namjoon is so big he just over powers Jimin every time, but Jimin never breaks up with him. He loves his adorable Joonie too much.

So Jimin constantly ends up pregnant even when on birth control because of his and Namjoon’s high fertility, and Namjoon just can’t stop fucking Jimin while he’s asleep.

That’s pretty much the main point. 🥴

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Namjoonie’s story should be out within the next week. 😊

#pregnant jimin #bts pregnancy blog #Himbo Joonie

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bt5bby · 3 years ago

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I’m thinking of pregnant Park Jimin getting caught up in a robbery/kidnapping at the Hybe building and getting trapped in a room with some workers he’d never met before, while his friends and boyfriends, Namjoon and Yoongi, are locked up in Hobi’s studio together.

All they have is a security walkie-talkie each to communicate. The staff will have to calm the distressed Jimin while he possibly goes into an early labour. Maybe even one of the culprits is in the room with him in disguise. Ohh I love some hurt/comfort.

#bts pregnancy blog #pregnant jimin

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bt5bby · 3 years ago

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I saw this and couldn’t help but think, pregnant Kumiho Jimin.

#pregnant jimin #bts pregnancy blog

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Yoongi had never thought of himself as a player. He had only ever had sex a handful of times with two women. He was a kind man and a great teacher for his high school history class.

He had a 2 year old from his late long term girlfriend and his sweet, chubby, teenage neighbour Jimin had been looking after his little one after school while Yoongi attended meetings and work events.

Life was looking up and one night Yoongi got a little too drunk. A steamy night with his neighbour/student had Yoongi thinking that he had everything he wanted, but when his first fling from college shows up and dumps seven year old twins on his door step the very same night Jimin tells him he’s pregnant, Yoongi starts to realise that he doesn’t really understand how birth control works.

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I need this in my life, right now. ☹️

#bts pregnancy blog #teacher Yoongi #pregnant jimin #yoonmin

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bt5bby · 3 years ago

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Ahh, I wanted to post a story from each of the members first before I gave into my Jimin obsession, but this is the only Halloweenie kind of story I have so hopefully it will do.

This one is called Unexpected Gift.

Warning ⚠️

Tags - rape/noncon, magical pregnancy, ghost/phantom, childbirth, rapid pregnancy, teen pregnancy (17 year old Jimin), kinda bondage.

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Jimin finally decided to head to the showers an hour after soccer practice. He liked spending extra time. That's how he was the best. No one even blinked an eye when he spent his whole afternoons on the soccer field. They knew he'd always have his homework done for the next day. He always ensured he was fed right and got enough sleep all around his hectic schedule, so no one ever cared that he would spend hours alone at the school practicing. It was his time.

Today he finished a bit early because he had organised to go out with his friends. It was a Thursday night, so they could go out to all the late shops and just be their teenage boys. He was meeting the six boys in front of the dorms at 6:30pm, and as he checked his watch, it was just after 5pm. He had time to shower, return to his dorm room, and change into something lovely. He wasn't stressed about his plans at all. It was a huge help going to the boarding school because there weren't any parents to nag or say anything.

Jimin smiled as he jogged into the locker room, putting his soccer ball into his locker before taking his towel and spare clothes out of the sports bag he had brought. He changed into his underwear, not concerned by anyone seeing his nicely toned body but sure that no one was still there, and headed into the showers. He hung his towel on the rack beside the cubical and placed his clothes on the seating bench just outside so they didn't get wet. After his first few showers, he picked up a routine and always stuck to it to ensure everything remained dry. He headed into the shower, closed the curtain, and turned the warm water on. He was not worried about his underwear as he always brought spare ones.

He ran his hand under the water for a few seconds, ensuring it was at the right temperature before stepping under. He let out a relaxing sigh as the warmth dulled the ache in his overworked muscles. He happily scrubbed his hair in the water, washing out all the sweat and dirt collected while also cleansing his body. He reached over to the wall-mounted soap dispenser and collected a large glob of body wash. He thoroughly washed it through his hair and all over his body, removing the germs. He rarely washed his hair with shampoo or conditioner. Only when there was something important did he treat himself. Classic teenage boy.

Jimin washed all the suds off his body, scrubbing his intimate areas very well. He was a stickler for good personal hygiene. He washed thoroughly, just reaching to turn the shower off when suddenly he felt a hand on his ass. He gasped and jumped away, spinning around to face the person groping him. He frowned when he found nothing there. He stepped forward and pulled the curtain back to check outside the shower but still, there was no one. Weird. Jimin thought and then passed it off as a phantom feeling.

He turned back to turn the shower off again when he felt another hand on his lower back this time, and it felt like it was pulling against him. Jimin growled, trying to sound scary and spun around again, ready with his fist to punch whoever was touching him, but once he looked again, there was no one. He rushed out of the shower, looking through the bathroom, searching for the person who was obviously messing with him. "Who's there?" He called.

No answer. The silence allowed Jimin's voice to echo through the empty room, and he felt a shiver run down his spine. He wanted to leave now, as quickly as possible. He moved back into the shower, getting his hand onto the tap, when suddenly he felt two hands grip his butt again and pull his ass cheeks open. He yelped in surprise, jumping in fear, but the hands didn't leave him this time. He stumbled as a force pushed him against the wall. Jimin cricked his neck to see who was behind him, but when he looked, he still found no one. The hands were still gripping him and pulling his cheeks apart, but no one was in the room.

He was horrified. There was no other explanation for this except a ghost, but he didn't believe in ghosts! There was no way this was happening. He screamed when he felt something run across his tight rim. This was happening! He needed to stop this. "Help! Someone help!" He yelled, trying to fight back. The thing held him tightly against the wall, his arms being held by his wrists. Now he realised it felt like multiple hands were on him. His ass was spread apart, his wrists stuck to the wall, and something was being directed into his hole.

Jimin's mind drew a blank. He was so horrified that he couldn't do or think of anything, not until the thing at his hole finally pushed in. He screamed again, feeling the penetration of something... something big. There was definitely something in him. He knew it. Even if he couldn't see it, it was there. "No, stop, please!" He screamed, wanting to fight back. He didn't like this. His tears built in his eyes from the pain of being fucked. He had never had sex before, so obviously, it hurt. He was being stretched by a giant invisible object.

Another set of hands started to run all over his body, and he hiccuped a sob, feeling them play with sensitive areas on his body. Sometimes they'd pinch his nipples and stroke his cock, but mostly they rubbed him all over, feeling him up and down. Jimin tried to use all his strength to get the thing off of him, but the invisible creature didn't like that. It grabbed Jimin by the neck and threw him to the floor. As he arched his back, he cried out in pain, but the hands pinned him down again and resumed fucking his asshole.

He screamed and cried, feeling the building's pleasure, and he couldn't help but feel so dirty for his body reacting to this. He was being raped by an invisible being. How else was he supposed to feel? The hands started to get tighter as he felt the pace quicken, pulling in and out of him faster. His hole ripped more and started to bleed down his leg. Jimin was thankful that he didn't turn the shower off as the water rained down and washed away his blood as soon as it appeared. He cried harder as little squeaks and sounds bubbled past his lips from the unwanted pleasure. "Uh, uh, uh." He sputtered when he was reaching his high. Finally, with one last big thrust, Jimin felt himself fall over the edge, his cock spurting cum all over his abdomen.

He was absolutely humiliated. He came all over himself from being raped by an invisible object? No one would even believe him anyway. They'd all send him to a psych ward or something. He cried as he finally felt the pace slowing down. A weird feeling ran through his body, like a wave of heat and then suddenly, everything let go of him. He furrowed his brows and moved to sit up, but it hurt too much. God, he'd never expected sex to hurt so much. He knew he'd just been raped, but he figured it was still supposed to be pleasurable as it was still sex, but all of that was a nightmare for Jimin.

He bit his lip to stop crying in pain as he sat himself up. The shower water still hit his back, slowly washing the feeling of hands away from him. He reached up and grabbed the rail on the shower side to help himself. His legs were shaky, and his hole and lower back hurt. He trembled under the water, trying to wash the cum and blood off himself. He still didn't believe that had even happened. How could he of been raped by an invisible creature? There was no way, but the pain radiating through his body told him otherwise.

Jimin wanted to get as far away from this place as possible. He couldn't stand being alone for fear of them returning and doing it again. He turned the shower off finally, moving to grab his towel on the hanger. He didn't even look back for his clothes or his duffel bag. He left, limping in pain, to his dorm, which, thank the lord, was only a 5-minute walk from where he was. He struggled to keep some of his cries in as he staggered to the building, hoping no one would see him. Luck was on his side for that, and he made it to his room before anyone noticed.

He entered the digital passcode and slipped in, closing the door and making a heartbroken cry. He finally broke down, bringing his shaking hands to cover his mouth as he slid down the door, sobbing. He cried and cried and cried, unsure if he'd ever stop. He felt his strength and manliness had been ripped for him within seconds. His body had been taken advantage of and used for something's pleasure. He cried for hours, unable to stop himself from letting out horrid-sounding chokes as he couldn't even breathe in enough air.

"Jimin?" A voice called, and suddenly, he remembered he shared a dorm with his Hyungs. He looked up, trying to find the pale boy he heard calling for him, but he wasn't in the room. Jimin frowned, wondering where he might be, but then a knock came at the door he was resting on. Jimin jumped, not expecting the person to come from behind him. Jimin turned around and crawled away a bit, scared that maybe it was the thing that had hurt him, and it was taunting him now, trying to get him to open the door. He wouldn't.

"Jimin?" Another voice called. This time he knew it as Hoseok, his happy sunshine friend. Jimin heard the beeping of the passcode and started to hyperventilate, tears and sobs building in his chest again. He didn't want it to come back and do it again. He couldn't take it. He was terrified. Suddenly the door opened, and there stood his roommate and his friends.

Yoongi gasped as he saw the small boy sitting on the floor, still dripping wet, with only his towel on. He saw how scared Jimin looked and quickly rushed in to help him. "Oh my god, Jimin!" He exclaimed, grabbing the small boy and holding him tightly. "What happened?" He asked. Jimin cried harder, overwhelmed by the hands touching him. He pushed Yoongi away, not wanting to be touched, but the older boy didn't let go so quickly. Soon the others behind Yoongi filed into the room, crowding around the small boy to see what had happened too. "Jimin, are you ok? What happened?" Hoseok asked as he, too, crouched by Jimin's side and held him in a side hug.

Jimin's chest constricted as his friends started to fuss about him, and he cried harder. He wanted to tell them, but every time he opened his mouth to speak about it, he sobbed a little more at the reminder of what had happened. The memory is still so fresh because it had only happened an hour ago. He shook his head and tried to bring his knees up to his chest to bury himself in them when he heard his eldest Hyung, Seokjin, gasp. "Jimin!" He said, mortified, "You're bleeding." He moved a hand forward to touch Jimin's thigh, seeing the blood collecting in between his legs. Jin could now tell what had happened. He could see it on the small boy's face, the terror it held.

"We need to call a teacher and an ambulance," Jin said as he stood up to reach for his phone. He pulled it out, ignoring the others' confused faces, but stopped when he heard Jimin. "No, Hyung! Don't call them." He yelled, reaching a hand out to stop him. "Please, please don't tell anyone. They can't know." His face was scrunched from crying too much, but Jin could tell that Jimin didn't want him to call the teachers. He was scared still.

Jin bent down and grabbed Jimin's hand in his own, wanting to comfort the boy more than anything. "Jimin-ah, we need to tell someone. We need to find out who did this to you." Jin said, his own voice feeling weak. Jimin shook his head fiercely. "They won't believe me. They won't find it. They'll think I'm lying." Jimin hiccuped between his words, choking on air. Jin frowned at the boy, wondering why they wouldn't believe him.

"What's going on, Hyung?" Namjoon asked, confused about what was happening. Obviously, someone had done something to the boy, but it seemed like only Jin knew, but Jin ignored the question, still too focused on Jimin. "Why wouldn't they believe you, Jimin? There's so much evidence on your body. You can see you've been a-" Jimin let out a loud sob when Jin went to say the word, and the elder stopped himself from completing it. He should have known it would be very sensitive to mention. "I don't know who did it. I couldn't see them. They just shoved me and started, and I couldn't see anything. There were so many hands." Jimin wept, his voice breaking slightly with the words. The others were starting to piece things together, and they all became quite sombre, looking at their friend. Yoongi felt his heart clench for his roommate, angry that something had happened to him when he wasn't there to protect him.

Jimin looked up to all his Hyungs and his two Dongsaengs. His voice was shaky, and he was so scared they wouldn't believe him. How could they when he still didn't? But he had to tell them. He was going mad about it. "I-I looked around everywhere." His voice was low and trembly. "No one was there." He said, looking at all their faces. "These hands held me down and r-ra..." he took a deep breath, "but there was nothing there." Jimin stuttered, taking in a shaky breath. He was so gonna cry again.

The six boys looked at him with confusion. They weren't even sure they understood what he was saying. "What do you mean?" Hoseok asked with a frown, and Jimin glared at him. "They were invisible, like a ghost or something. There was no one there, and yet I couldn't move. Hands were holding me down, and then they stuck something in me and raped me, but no one was there!" He yelled, his emotion bursting out. God, he wanted them to believe him. He needed them to believe him. He wasn't sure he could live without them believing him.

"Jimin-" Jin started, but the boy shook his head. "I..." he choked on another sob, "I k-know, but... but please believe me." He begged to look up into Hyung's eyes. "Please believe me. Please." Jimin blubbered, his face littered with his tears again and snot bubbling out of his nose. He looked horrible, but with how he was crying, they all couldn't help but believe him. It seemed obviously genuine if he was so worked up about it. "We believe you, Min. We believe you." Taehyung said, feeling his own throat tighten with a lump. The others all agreed with him, reassuring the weeping boy that they believed him.

It took Jimin a while to calm down after working himself up. The six boys just stayed with him trying their best to give him any comfort they could in his hard time. No one knew how to deal with it, but they knew he just needed some company. After another 30 minutes, Jimin had calmed down enough for them to ask some more questions. "Jimin-ah, can you tell us what happened?" Jin asked, being very delicate. The boy took a deep breath and nodded.

"I was at soccer, like always, and then I headed to the showers to get changed for when we were to go out tonight." He said. He felt upset that he was making them all miss out on their night out. "I got my stuff and headed to the shower. I was the only one in there." The others nodded, motioning for him to continue. "I turned the shower on, and everything was fine until I felt someone touch me." He tended, thinking about it. "I turned around to see who it was, but no one was there." Jimin sniffled again and wiped his nose before continuing. "I checked behind the curtain and everything, but there was no one. So I figured it was my imagination or something." He whimpered, remembering how he just blew it off. "Then it started to touch me again, and this time I checked the whole bathroom to see who was in there." He frowned and pouted. "There was no one, so I decided that I'd had enough and went to turn the shower off when suddenly I was pushed into the wall."

Jimin's hands started to shake as he recounted the events earlier that evening. "A pair of hands were touching my butt, and they pulled my cheeks apart." He felt so embarrassed and humiliated, but his mouth left out no detail, even if he was scared. "I felt something push at my h-hole, so I fought back. I tried so hard, but more hands grabbed my wrists." Jimin lifted his arms, and the others could see the bruises from where he was held down. "They forced themselves into me and started to rape me." He trembled at the word. He never thought he'd use that word, not for anyone and especially not for himself.

"I-it hurt so much." He cringed as his hole throbbed in pain again at the reminder. "I tried to fight back, but it threw me to the floor." Jimin pointed to his shoulder where he had landed and rolled into his back when it threw him, and they could see the bruise forming there too. "More hands held me down on my hips, and it fucked me un-until..." he didn't want them to know that he had come. He didn't want them to think he 'liked it. "Until?" Yoongi asked softly. "Until it stopped. I felt a warm flush of something, and then it just went away." Jimin could tell the boys were very confused and suspicious about the events. They hardly sounded real to Jimin.

Jin looked at the boy with sympathy. Obviously, someone had to have drugged Jimin or something, which is why he remembered it like that, but he knew he couldn't tell the kid he was wrong. Jimin would think he was a nutcase after what he went through. "I believe you, Jimin-ah," Jin said with a soft smile, and Jimin looked at him gratefully. He just wanted someone to believe him. He wanted someone to tell him that he was alright now.

They eventually got Jimin to stand up, the small boy wincing in pain, and took him into the bathroom. Jin insisted they wipe him off with a towel first to collect any DNA Jimin might have on him before he showered again. They helped him clean the blood off and fixed him in some comfortable clothing. They wanted to take him to the hospital for the bleeding, but Jimin insisted on not going. He didn't want anyone to know. Once they'd settled him on the couch, Yoongi asked him where his phone was, telling Jimin they had been calling him for a while, but he never answered.

Jimin looked down at his hands in his lap and told them that he had left everything in the locker room because he was so scared of whatever was in there. They told him it was ok and then decided that Jungkook, Namjoon and Yoongi would go to get his things from the locker room. Jimin was thankful but warned them to be careful. They all assured him they'd come back quickly and then left.

Jin sat next to the small boy, running a hand through his hair as Jimin laid his head on his chest. "I'm sorry that happened to you, Minnie. It must have been horrible." Jin said with a soft voice. Jimin sniffled on his chest and wiped another tear from his eyes. "I was so scared I wouldn't make it out of there." He whimpered. "I couldn't fight back. I couldn't defend myself at all. I thought it would kill me after, but it just left, like I was nothing." Hoseok and Taehyung frowned beside him too. "You were so brave, Minnie. You fought hard the whole time. Your courage is amazing." Tae smiled, wanting to show him how proud he was of him, but it worsened the pit in Jimin's stomach. He wasn't brave. He had cum from being raped. Even though he didn't want to, his body had found pleasure in it. He felt disgusting.

Jimin whimpered, moving away from Jin. He didn't deserve his comfort. Not when he had been so weak. Not when he had given in. "Jimin?" Hoseok asked when he saw the boy weasel away from the others. Jimin hid his face in his hands and started to cry softly. "Hey, Min, what's wrong?" Jin said. Taehyung felt terrible, thinking maybe he had done something. "Did I say something wrong, Min? I'm sorry if I offended you or something." He wanted to comfort the boy, but Jimin didn't look like he wanted to be touched right now. "Don't come near me." He said, muffled by his hands. "I'm dirty."

Jin frowned and put a hand on his shoulder. "You're not dirty, Minnie. Why would you say that?" Jin asked, wondering what he could be thinking about. It wasn't a shock to the three that Jimin might find himself as less than who he was before. It was common for rape victims to feel like they were tainted now, but from what they had gathered, Jimin wasn't thinking about himself like that? Was he?

Jimin peaked up to his friends with a tear-stained face. "I... I-I came." He mumbled, feeling sick just saying the words. The boys all looked at him and finally understood. "That's ok, Min. Your body was being stimulated. It's a normal reaction." Jin said. "It doesn't mean you liked it. All bodies do that when they are stimulated right." Hoseok added. Jimin lifted his head to look at them better. "Really?" He asked. "Of course, silly." Jin smiled, thankful that it wasn't anything worse. "It's like when you're being tickled. You laugh even though you don't like it." Jimin thought about it, and he was right. He didn't want it. He knew he didn't. It didn't even feel good when he came. It was just a reaction. He looked up at his Friends. "I'm not dirty?" He asked, and the three all shook their head. "No way. You're still the beautiful Park Jimin everyone loves." Tae smiled at him, and Jimin finally felt some comfort. His friends were right. He's still the same, Jimin. He can get past this.

Namjoon, Jungkook and Yoongi entered the locker room. They looked around, trying to see anything suspicious before moving in too far, but they seemed alone. Namjoon assumed the open locker was Jimin's and moved to it, collecting everything inside. Jungkook and Yoongi went into the shower room, finding Jimin's clothes on the bench. "He must have been so scared that he just left everything." Jungkook sighed, thinking about his friend here all alone after what he'd been through.

Yoongi nodded and watched the younger pick up the clothes on the side. Yoongi stepped into the shower where he assumed Jimin was, as it was still wet and saw some of the boy's blood smeared on the wall and the floor just out of the shower head's reach. He felt sick. The thought of Jimin being raped here made him want to throw up. Yoongi almost felt like he could hear the boy screaming for help. He could envision the way he tried to fight back and break free. It hurt his heart just thinking about it.

"Come on, Hyung," Jungkook called, seeing Yoongi staring at the empty shower. Yoongi blinked out of his thoughts and came back to reality. "Ah yeah." He said and started to follow Jungkook out of the room. The two boys had just gotten to the door to leave when a gust of wind blew past them. They both stopped, wondering what could have caused that. Yoongi spun around instantly but saw nothing. He had a bad feeling. Though, Jimin's story starting to look more real already.

"Did you feel that too?" Jungkook asked. Yoongi nodded and scouted the room again with his eyes, just to be sure. He moved closer to the centre of the room, ensuring he could see every nook and cranny, when he heard Jungkook gasp. He turned to the boy and saw his shirt pulled by something, but nothing was there. "Hyung?" He called to him, wondering what was at his back. The youngest was too scared to move. Yoongi rushed over to the youngest and ripped his shirt out of whatever hold was on him. He pushed Jungkook out of the shower room and quickly followed, not wanting to remain there any longer. He'd seen enough to believe.

"What's wrong?" Namjoon asked as the two entered, more panicked than when they left. "There was something in there," Jungkook muttered, his face slightly more drained. Namjoon was shocked that the two had encountered something too. "Jimin was right," Yoongi said. Both boys turned to him. "The thing that raped him... it's invisible." Both boys felt dread fill their stomachs. How were they going to fight against something invisible?

It was only about 15 minutes by the time the three boys returned. They entered the dorm room to see Jimin cuddled up on Hoseoks lap, with Taehyung and Seokjin pampering him on the sides. Namjoon smiled when they all turned, holding up Jimin's bag and phone. "I have your stuff, Min." He called, and Jimin thanked him gratefully. Namjoon put the duffle on the floor and then moved to the couch with the others, sitting beside Taehyung. Jin noticed that Yoongi and Jungkook were still in the doorway and wondered why. "Are you two ok?" He called.

Jungkook nodded and then sat down the clothes next to where Namjoon had put the bag. He rushed to the eldest's side and cuddled in close, leaving Yoongi still by the door. The others still looked at the pale boy, wondering why he was so silent. "Is something up, Hyung?" Tae asked, and Yoongi finally lifted his head to stare at Jimin. "You were right." That was all he said. Jimin furrowed his brow, confused as to what he was right about. "There is something in those bathrooms." He continued, and suddenly Jimin's eyes widened. "Y-you saw it too! Well, not saw, but-" Yoongi got his point and nodded. "It flew past Jungkook and me. We were getting your clothes. I went to see what it was, but it was at Kook's back. It was tugging on his shirt." Jungkook shivered, remembering the feeling of a hand pulling at the clothing on his back. "It's completely invisible."

Jimin thought that when he had proved what had happened, he would be able to relax, that they would now believe him, and he'd move on, but he couldn't. It scared him even more, knowing that now others saw it or felt it too. It made it real. Something in that bathroom attacked him and then tried to grab Jungkook too. "What do we do?" Tae asked, feeling Jimin starting to shake next to him. Hoseok ran a hand up and down his back for comfort. "I don't know. I wouldn't even know how to stop something like that." Yoongi said, feeling defeated. This was way out of their control, and they needed to tell someone.

"We should contact someone, the police, anybody," Jin said again, reminding them of his idea before, but Jimin still shot it down. "They won't believe it. They will think I'm crazy or something." He whimpered out, feeling helpless. "We need to do something, Min. What if it happens to someone else?" Hoseok said, looking down at him.

Jimin frowned. He didn't want that to happen. He didn't want someone else to be hurt because of him, even though it wasn't his fault. "We can tell a teacher or something. We don't have to mention what happened to you. We could say you fell over and hurt yourself, but we need to let someone know." Jin wanted to make sure they didn't do anything that would make Jimin upset, but telling someone was the right thing to do. Jimin sucked in an anxious breath, still unsure of what to do. This was a big thing to think about. There would be so many questions, and lots of people would know. It would most likely get out and around the school. He could be ruined. Thankfully Namjoon was his savour.

"We don't need to decide right now, though." He cut through the talking and thought of everyone, pulling their attention to him. "All of the teachers will be off for the night now. We can tell them in the morning. That gives Jimin time to think." Jimin could have kissed the boy if he had the mental strength to get up, but he didn't, so he just sent him a smile of thanks again. "I suppose." Jin sighed. Jimin knew that he obviously wanted Jimin to get looked at and treated. He was just worried about him, and that made Jimin feel better. "Thank you, Hyung." He smiled at him, and Jin couldn't help but reciprocate. They didn't want to push him, and Jimin wasn't letting himself be moved. They would come to a conclusion tomorrow, for better or worse.

"Alright, it's close to 7:30 now. The shops are out of the question. What do you guys want for dinner?" Yoongi asked, wanting to move the conversation on. He wanted something normal. "Fried chicken?" Jungkook smiled, looking around at the boys. They all thought about it and decided that chicken was a good choice. Jin called up and ordered two fried chickens, three bibimbap and a few little side salad things to go with everything. Yoongi offered to stay the night, and they all agreed, especially after Jimin begged them not to leave him alone.

The small boy had spent the rest of the night cuddling by each and every one of them. He moved from lap to lap, spending a little time with them. He knew it wasn't very grown up for a teenage boy to sit in all his Hyung's and Dongsaeng's laps, but honestly, he just wanted to feel close, to know he wasn't alone again. He just wanted to make sure no giant hands were touching him again, not ones he couldn't see, at least. Once it got late, they arranged where everyone would sleep. Jimin insisted that Hoseok sleep in the bed, and Yoongi offered for Hyung to bunk with him, leaving Namjoon, Jungkook and Taehyung to bundle together on the couch.

It worked well, surprisingly, and everything was fine until Jin decided to get up and get himself a drink in the middle of the night. He moved into the bathroom with his cup and filled it up, leaning against the sink while he drank it. He yawned a few times before he heard the door creak open, revealing a sleepy Yoongi. "Water break too?" Jin asked, but Yoongi shook his head, telling him he needed a leak. Jin nodded and then left the room, leaving the boy to pee in peace. He moved over to the boys on the couch, ensuring they were ok. Jin smiled, seeing Namjoon and Taehyung cuddled together while Jungkook took up most of the room on the other side of the couch. He looked to the additional bed to check on them, seeing both boys still fast asleep, but he noticed Jimin was restless.

He didn't really think much of it. It wasn't unusual for someone who had just been through a traumatic experience to be a little restless, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. He headed over to the bed and sat down on the side, trying not to wake Jimin but accidentally waking Hoseok instead. "Hyung?" He asked, sitting up. Jin smiled at him softly and apologise for disturbing him. "I just came to check on Jimin. He seems a bit restless." Jin looked down at the boy who was scowling in his sleep. Hoseok looked down at the younger and ran his eyes over him.

Jimin was whimpering softly, moving his hands underneath his blanket. Jin pulled the sheet back to see what he was doing and found a surprise. His mouth fell open when he saw the boy's stomach quite bloated. "What the fuck?" He asked, blinking his eyes, wondering if he imagined it, but he wasn't because Hoseok could see it too. "What is that?" Hoseok asked, very confused. Jin reached out and pulled up Jimin's shirt to better look at his tummy. It looked severally swollen, and with Jimin rubbing it unconsciously in his sleep, it must be hurting too. "I don't know," Jin replied after a moment to think.

He had never seen anything like this before. He'd never even heard of something like this, which was worrying. He heard Yoongi flush the toilet and, seconds later, entered the room to see the two boys still awake. "What's up?" He asked. Jin looked over at him with wide eyes. "I think there's something wrong with Jimin. We need to get him to a doctor." Jin said, and Yoongi frowned. He was concerned for the small boy again. What could possibly be wrong with him now?

He made his way to the bed, and immediately his mouth dropped open, seeing what the boys noticed. "Shit! What is that?" He asked, looking at Jimin's distended stomach. Jin and Hoseok both told him they didn't know either, which made Yoongi even more concerned. Yoongi looked harder at him, seeing how the boy's face scrunched up, and then his belly seemed to grow out a little more, and with all three pairs of eyes on him, none of them could say it was just an illusion.

"What the fuck is happening?" Hoseok said slightly louder than he should have. He didn't wake up Jimin, but Taehyung stirred on the couch. "What are you doing?" He called, rubbing his eyes with a yawn. The three boys looked at him with big expressions, and Taehyung could tell something was up. He immediately untangled himself from Namjoon, accidentally waking the other, but not caring, only wanting to see what was happening. "Hmm, Tae?" Namjoon called, and Jin decided it would be best if he joined them, too, to discuss what was going on, as he was the smartest. "Something is wrong with Jimin," Jin whispered, and Namjoon shot up. He joined them quickly, and now he and Taehyung looked down upon the boy's swollen tummy. "What is that?" Taehyung asked, absolutely flabbergasted.

Nobody could explain it to him. They had no clue what to do. Jimin seemed adamant about not going to the hospital before, but maybe he would now. This, indeed, wasn't something to ignore. "We should wake him up," Hoseok said after a little bit of silence. He wanted to know what Jimin was thinking. Maybe something could be happening inside him that he could explain to them, reassure them that this was ok. "If we wake him up, he'll be in pain," Yoongi said, seeing how the boy was already whining in his sleep. He didn't want to wake him up and make it worse if he was uncomfortable now. "He needs to be looked at by someone, Yoongi. Something is wrong with him," Jin said, worried for the younger. "Maybe he's just a bit bloated?" Tae said, wanting to hope for the best for his friend. Jin shook his head, looking back down at Jimin. "His belly grew slightly when we looked at it before. It's getting bigger." Namjoon and Taehyun didn't know that. It was concerning, to say the least.

"Jin's right, he should go to the hospital. We don't know what is doing this to him." Hoseok and Seokjin agreed. Yoongi just caved, knowing he wouldn't win this fight. "Fine, let's take him to the hospital." He said. Namjoon quickly moved around to Jimin's side and softly pushed his hands under the boy. He lifted him off the bed into a bridal hold. "Someone wake up Jungkook," Jin called, wanting to stay with Jimin. Hoseok moved to the boy and shook him awake. He explained what was going on while Namjoon started to make his way to the door. He had kept Jimin asleep still, understanding what Yoongi had said before. He looked down at the small boy seeing the strain of pain on his usually peaceful face, which made him feel bad. "We will need to hurry," Namjoon said, turning to look at Jin.

Being the eldest not only in the group but also in the school, Jin had his licence and could drive, not to mention his parents being wealthy enough for him to have his own car. Usually, it wasn't necessary, but they were thankful for the automobile for a time like this. "My car is in the school garage. I'll need to go to my room to get it." Jin said. His room was only next door so it didn't matter, but he still had to inform the boy. Namjoon nodded and moved closer to the door again.

He was making sure he was stepping so softly as not to shake Jimin too much, but when the tall boy got to the doorway, he suddenly felt a strong force push against him. He struggled to even put his foot down over the room's threshold. He gasped and stepped back, wondering what that was. "You ok?" Yoongi asked as he and Jin looked at the boy. Namjoon frowned but nodded, feeling like maybe he had just imagined something. He tried again but was forced back again. Something didn't want him to leave the room.

"I think there's something in here now," Namjoon said softly, turned back around with Jimin still asleep on his chest, looking at the others with wide eyes. "Every time I go to leave, something is pushing me back in." Jin looked at the tallest boy, thinking he was over dramatic, or trying to prank them, even though deep down he knew Namjoon wouldn't do that in a difficult situation. He scoffed and stepped past Namjoon to exit, and he did just fine. "I can leave fine." He looked back in at all the boys. Namjoon thought about it for a moment. "It must be Jimin. Something doesn't was him to leave this room." Jin frowned and then reentered. He stuck his arms out and carefully took the small boy from the tall boy. Jin ensured Jimin was still asleep and then tried to exit, but the eldest felt the force stopping him from leaving this time. He was stunned and also kind of scared. What could it be?

"It must be those hands that were in the bathroom," Yoongi said, his face paling again. If the hands could leave the bathroom and come to their dorm room, they could do whatever they wanted. This wasn't good. "What are we gonna do now? He needs to be looked at." Jin said. Was this thing trying to kill the younger? This thing wanted him to suffer, obviously. "I don't know, Hyung. We can't leave with him."

They laid Jimin back down on his bed to decide what to do, wanting him to get as much rest as possible. The six boys moved to the couch again, ready to discuss what to do next now that Hoseok had briefed Jungkook. "How are we gonna get him help?" Jin asked, looking over at the boy, still wincing in pain in his sleep. "It must be an appendix burst or some extreme bloating." Jungkook and Tae were still looking over at their friend, not believing that. "I don't think that's it," Yoongi said. "I've had my appendix out, and it's far more painful, and you don't get that bloated. Not even bloating really gets you that bloated." Jin huffed and turned to the boy. "Well, what do you think it is then, huh?" He snapped a little too loud.

Everyone paused to remain quiet when they heard a little rustle of sheets. "Huh, what's going on?" Jimin's little voice called from the bed, and he blinked his eyes open tiredly. Hoseok, being the one sleeping beside him, quickly jumped up and cuddled back into him. "Ahh, Minnie, it's ok. Go back to sleep." He said. They all stayed quiet and still, hoping that the boy would doze back off again, and after a moment or two, they heard a soft little snore. They all let out a sigh of relief now that the boy had gone back to sleep. "That's it. We can talk about this in the morning. Let's just leave it until then." Namjoon said. Jin looked unhappy with that decision, but everyone else agreed. So he sucked it up and went back to bed with Yoongi, hoping that Jimin would be fine through the rest of the night.

When Jimin woke up in the morning, the dorm room was empty. He wondered where his friends had gone? When he looked around, he found a piece of paper on the bedside. He picked it up curiously.

~Morning Min,

We all went to class as we knew it might get us into more trouble. We have told the teachers that you have a cold and won't be in style for the next few days, so don't worry about that. Everything is sorted for you.

Try and feel better. We will be back after classes.~

Jimin sighed and set the note down, reaching to grab his phone and check the time. It was a little after 11, and Jimin was surprised he'd slept so long. He yawned and stretched before he flung his sheets off his body and went to stand up, only to fall back down. He frowned, wondering why he suddenly felt heavy and off balance. He glanced down, wondering what it could be, when he saw his stomach significantly bloated. He gasped and raised his hands to his sides immediately. "What the fuck?" He asked.

His tummy was pushing against his shirt, lifting it slightly and showing a sliver of skin between that and his boxers. He gawked at the big bump and ran his hands over it, trying to convince himself it wasn't real, but when he touched it, he couldn't deny it was real. He whimpered and lifted his shirt completely, anxiety telling him he needed to see it.

The shirt was stretched tightly over his expended skin, so he had to roll it back over his tummy. It slowly peeled off, showing his brand-new bump. Jimin took a deep breath with a gulp and then moved his hand down to the skin. It was so firm underneath his palm, and he whimpered, scared of whatever could happen next to him.

He couldn't stop looking at it. It felt so weird to have his skin stretched around whatever was inside him. He could feel the little bumps along his waistline telling him that he had gotten little stretch marks too. His skin looked red and sore from the abnormal stretch in such a short time. He spent 10 minutes just trying to take in what had happened before he realised he needed to do something about it. This wasn't normal, and he didn't care if everyone found out. He needed to tell someone.

He tried to get off the bed, though it proved to be more difficult than he thought. His big belly now causes quite a lot of problems for him. He strained his back, feeling the ache, but he needed to push through it. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and pushed himself up, one hand on his lower back for support.

He managed to get to his feet and then began to move over to the cupboard where his clothes were. Jimin was sure he would have some hoodie or something to cover himself up, but he only made it to the centre of the room before he felt a force stopping him from going further. At first, he brushed it off, but it only took another second for his brain to catch up and remember what it could be. He instantly paled and decided to rush away from the scary hands that had somehow managed to enter his dorm room.

Jimin tried to turn and go back the way he came, knowing that the hands weren't there before, but something still grabbed him, wanting him to stay in the middle of the room. Jimin screamed, absolutely terrified that the hands were back. They were gonna rape him again. He screamed and screamed and screamed till his throat hurt, but the hands just pushed him to the floor. He clawed, punched and kicked in every direction, trying to fight off the invisible being, but there was nothing. It was almost like they were just hands, not even a body.

As the hands forced him into a sitting position, the hands started tugging on the pyjamas he was in. Jimin continued to fight to keep them on, but the hands were far more than he was, and he eventually ripped the clothes right off the small boy's body. Jimin cried harder as the hands started rearranging his body, making him sit in a specific way. They pushed his back up, holding him at a slight angle. They moved his hands to his side, supporting himself somewhat. They bent his knees, so his legs were spread wide, in a labouring position. It should have been a giveaway, really.

With all the panic, Jimin couldn't focus because his tummy was still getting bigger every second. Only when he was in position and his big abdomen pressed against the top of his bare thighs did he note that it was still getting bigger, much bigger. Jimin's sobs grew as he watched his body become deformed with whatever was doing this to him. He wanted to move his hands to his belly, to try and feel what was happening, but the hands held him in position. His stomach continued to swell until it reached the size of a basketball under his skin. He suddenly felt a weird pressure on his hips and saw the bump fall into his lap. Whatever was inside him now sat against his pelvis, and it hurt. He groaned at the pressure felt until a soft pop was heard, and a gush of fluid rushed out of his hole.

Now Jimin was an intelligent kid. He paid attention in class and did well. He knew what this meant, but it couldn't be! He was a boy. Apparently, that didn't matter because, after a minute, an intense pain grabbed his abdomen and squeezed harder than anything he's ever felt. A loud scream shrilled as he felt the pain twist his insides around his spinal cord and pull them tight. The air left his lungs, and for a moment, he thought he might suffocate, but then the pain released and he took in a shaky breath, desperately.

"No! No! No!" He cried, knowing that it had to be a contraction. He was utterly shocked. How was this happening? The answer of magic hands still didn't really give him what he needed to believe, but one more contraction and he couldn't deny it was real. "Help! Help, please!" He screamed as the pain cut deep into his belly. He was terrified and in pain. He didn't want to go through this alone. He didn't want to go through this at all. That didn't stop the situation, though. The subsequent pain came, and Jimin was floored at how fast it was going. He wasn't an expert in labour and birthing, but he was sure that no one ever went from the start of labour to birthing the baby in an hour! It was simply too much.

The pain seemed to keep getting worse as well. His back ached, the tops of his thighs too, and he felt his hips being ripped apart the next contraction. He groaned, cried and screamed as he felt whatever was in his start to move down and he was terrified at where it would be coming from. How the hell was anything that big in his stomach supposed to come out of his hole? It was impossible, he would rip in half, but that didn't stop it from happening.

A sign that he was getting close, the hands around him held him tighter as he started to give in to his fatigue from the labour already. They kept him in his position, stretching his legs apart, ready for him to give birth. Jimin wailed when he felt the thing start to push down on him. A strong urge to push filled his body, and he couldn't ignore it. For someone who had never done this before, it felt like Jimin was trying to push a giant shit out of him. His head thumped with each push he gave, the pressure making his ears pop.

"This can't be happening!" Jimin screamed out a sob, utterly shocked by this turn of events. He was very concentrated on getting whatever was inside him out that everything else went by the wayside. He didn't even hear the knocking on the door until it got too loud to ignore. Jimin's head shot up, looking at the door with wide eyes. He hoped it was someone to help him. He really needed them. "Help! Help me!" He screamed, pleading with whoever it may be to somehow make the pain stop and turn things back to normal.

That didn't happen, though. A voice called through the room, and Jimin felt his heart jump. "Jimin? What's happening in there?" It was his roommate again. Yoongi was always there to save Jimin. "Hyung! Hyung, please help me!" Jimin screamed when he felt the next contraction. He pushed hard and waited for a response from Hyung.

"Jimin-ah? What's going on in there?" Another voice that he knew was his Jin Hyung. Obviously, the others had come to check up on him. "Hyung! Please come in and help me." Jimin begged again, wondering why his roommate hadn't opened the door already? The doorknob rattled but didn't open, and Jimin's hopes were crushed when another spoke. "We can't get it. Jimin can you unlock the door?" Namjoon asked.

He couldn't. Even if he managed to walk around right in the middle of labour, with a giant belly on his front, the hands had him. "No, Hyung, the thing, it's in here. I can't get up." Jimin's voice was growing more panicked every second he spoke. "Jimin, we can't get in. Please, you need to unlock it." Taehyung said this time now. The boy rereleased a shaky breath, feeling the pain return. "I can't!" He screamed with a sob as the contraction hit. "Please help me!" Jimin screeched.

Jimin's body tensed hard and he pushed again, the head of whatever it was now sitting right at his entrance. He felt beyond stretched around whatever was in him. It was almost as if it would outgrow him in his body, tearing him apart from the inside out. "Jimin, tell us what's happening?" It was Yoongi again. Jimin couldn't speak until the contraction stopped, and he took a few breaths, but that came quickly. "There's something in me! It's coming out!" He cried. "Hyung, it's gonna kill me! I can't push it out."

Beyond his own heartbeat pounding in his ears, Jimin heard a bunch of rattling from outside the door. "Hyung!" He called when he got no reply. It took another few seconds, but eventually, someone spoke. "We're coming in to get you, Minnie. Stay strong. We will figure out a way to get to you." Hoseok's voice made Jimin feel better. They were coming to get him. They weren't giving up on him.

"Please hurry, Hyung. It's nearly here." Jimin whimpered, and when he got no reply this time, it didn't bother him. They were busy, and now he had to push again. A loud scream burst out of his mouth as he finally felt his hole start to stretch around the head of whatever was in him. His small hole stretched widely to birth the thing. Jimin huffed and puffed as the contraction died down, and he could feel the head just pushing out now. He felt like his body was a giant rubber band being pulled horribly around the thing inside him. He just hoped he didn't snap.

His contractions were much closer now as his body wanted the thing out. He only got about 5 seconds before he had to do it again. He screamed at the top of his lungs as he pushed, the forehead breaching his hole and Jimin managed to get the head out until the creature's nose was in the way. Jimin slumped back against the hands, keeping him up as he tried to catch his breath. He was utterly worn out.

"Jimin?" He heard Yoongi again. He sat up again, hoping that they were coming in now. "Hyung?" He called. "Jimin, we are trying to get in, but it's just not working, are you sure there's nothing you can do on your side?" Jimin wished it could be that simple, but he couldn't help, even though all he wanted was for his friends to comfort him right now. "I can't, Hyung. This thing, it's coming out of me." Jimin sniffled. "I-I think I nearly have the head out." He called.

It was silent on the other side of the door again, but Jimin kept talking. It made him feel better. "The hands, they have me too. I can't get up even if I tried." He spoke until he had to push again. This time he managed to stifle his loud scream, pushing hard and only letting out disgruntled grunts of pain. Jimin felt the nose push past his walls, and finally, the chin popped out too. The head was now hanging out of him completely. Jimin was thankful for that to be done. All he had left was the shoulders.

The door before him started to rattle again, and he prayed for it to burst open and let his friends in. He wanted to be with them, he needed their support. "It's coming Min, we nearly got it!" Tae called. That made Jimin feel much better. Some sort of strength took over him, and he pushed harder than he had before. A final loud scream left his lips, curdling the blood of everyone within a kilometre radius, no doubt.

"Jimin!" The outside boys called, thinking he was now being murdered there. Jimin gritted his teeth and pushed, the shoulders popping through his extremely sore and stretched walls as the door burst off its hinges before him.

Jimin's screams died as the baby's feet left his body, his friends all standing at the door frame, getting a front-row seat for the baby, just slipping out of the small boy. Relief washed over Jimin as the baby left his body. With a desperate wail, he collapsed into the hands holding him up, finally finished, and very tired.

The boys in front of Jimin stood for a moment, watching in absolute shock. "Oh my god, Jimin," Jin said as he saw the boy with the baby between his legs. They had seen it slide out of him, yet they could not believe he had just given birth. "Y-you..." no one could speak, still trying to collect their thoughts and Jimin wasn't ready to answer yet anyway.

With the silence over them, it gave them all a startle when a loud cry rang through the room. The baby wailed suddenly between the small boy's legs. Jimin's eyes opened and he looked down, seeing the tiny creature in front of him. It looked like a normal human baby. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Jimin whimpered at the sound of the thing crying, leaning forward and scooping it into his arms. "Oh..." he cooed, looking at the tiny baby. He suddenly felt this strange motherly feeling. He had to calm it down. "Shhhh." He rocked back and forth, waiting until the little cries died down.

Everyone in front of him watched in surprise and amazement. They would never have expected him to be so caring of the thing that was just forced upon him, but here he was. Rocking the baby, cooing at it. It was like he was meant for it.

"Jimin?" Yoongi called as he stepped forward. The small boy finally lifted his head to see his friends. He smiled brightly. "Isn't she beautiful?" He chuckled. All of his friends frowned at him. Why was he suddenly acting like this? "Jimin-ah, what happened?" Jin asked, moving closer to him.

"I don't know. When I woke up, my tummy was bloated and then it kept growing until my water broke. I don't understand how it happened, but here she is." This kinda freaked everyone out. The boy's mind seemed to change suddenly.

"We should get you looked at," Hoseok said, but Jimin shook his head. "I don't need it. I'm fine now." He looked up at all his friends. "She's here, my little baby." He smiled back down at her. "Jimin, this isn't right," Namjoon said, hoping to get through to the boy, but he didn't care anymore. "I know, but it doesn't matter."

Jimin laughed softly as the little girl babbled in his arms. The six boys around him looked very concerned for the boy, but there was nothing more to do. Jimin wouldn't part with her now. They spent weeks trying to convince him to go to someone, but he didn't. He didn't care how she became his. All he cared about was that she was there. She was his unexpected gift.

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bt5bby · 3 years ago

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Hello 👋🏻

I have finally finished uni for the year, so I will hopefully be a little more active now!

I wanted to celebrate with a new story, this one is about Jimin. It’s probably one of the first stories I wrote so I hope it’s okay, it might be a bit outdated.

Either way, this is Not in the Living Room!

Warning ⚠️

Tags - Pregnant Jimin, Mpreg, Magical pregnancy, Magical dildo, Child birth (pretty graphic), Masturbation

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Jimin knew it was risky doing it in the middle of the living room. He knew that he shouldn't, but the air conditioner in his room was fried, and it was the middle of summer. He was already deprived by trying to do it in his room many times and failing because he started to get heat stroke. So now he had no other option, not to mention he was sure the members would be out of the dorm for another 2 hours at least. He did take some precautions, though, locking the door and putting a little bell he had on the handle so that he would know when someone was trying to open it. He also put a spread-out blanket on the top of the couch, so he could flick it on himself whenever needed, just in case he didn't have enough time to run to his room. He grabbed the tv remote and turned it on but muted it as one last precaution. He felt like he could never be too careful.

Honestly, he wouldn't have been so embarrassed if one of the members had walked in if he wasn't the only gay guy in the group. As much as they accepted Jimin for who he was, it still made things slightly weird. He had been accused more than once of staring at one of them, and even though there were no hard feelings, he still felt like they were judging him, not to mention all the times he was checking them out. He couldn't be blamed, they were seven attractive boys all living together, and none of them was able to date. It was hard, but Jimin managed to find his fill of love with his members. It still made it uncomfortable, not just for them, who would have to walk in on Jimin fucking himself with a dildo while he imagined it was them. It also made Jimin uncomfortable. He didn't want his secret outed, not to mention if they caught him, they might stop hanging out with him so much, and that would break his heart.

He pushed away his anxieties about getting caught and pulled out a brown box, unopened. Usually, Jimin could go a few days or even a week without using his dildo to get him off. He had the willpower, but this was a brand-new toy. He ordered it online when he read raving reviews about it. He didn't read the reviews, but it had 5 stars, so he knew it must be good. He pulled it out of the box, quickly moving to the sink and pouring hot water all over it. Just because he likes things up the butt doesn't mean he doesn't care about hygiene, especially when it comes to sticking things inside his holes. He also found with his other dildos that when he did, it made them warm, which made them feel more natural. He gave it a good clean before he skipped back to the couch, grabbing his other box and pulling out the lube he had. He opted for his non-scented one today cause god forbid, one of the members somehow managed to recognise the scent.

He placed both on the towel he had laid on the couch; for respect, nobody wants to sit on a sofa that someone had cum all over, moving to start undressing. He folded his clothes neatly and placed them on the couch's armrest, using them as a pillow. He smiled happily, excited to finally get some much-needed release. He popped open the lid of the lube and squirted a few drops on his hand. He rubbed them into his fingers and then kneeled, bending himself forward, resting on one arm while the other bent back, moving to his tight rim. He furrowed his brow as he slipped his little finger in, happy that he had decided to cut his fingernails just two days before. The small intrusion didn't hurt at all, but it worked well to ease the tightness of his ring. Jimin was amazed that he was still so tight, though he supposed he had had more than a week to close back up.

Working his way up to two fingers, Jimin slowly started to feel the relaxation washing over him. It was always his favourite feeling. Sure the pleasure he got from cumming was terrific, but the feeling of being stretched out properly, how he could fool his brain into thinking it was Yoongi's hands, or Jin's or any of the others. That they loved him and being so gentle and caring. The way his whole body felt relaxed just topped all other feelings. He moaned softly as he worked his third finger in. He had bought the dildo at a slightly more considerable girth than he was used to, so he had to stretch himself more than usual. The sting was welcomed, though, because he was positive this would be great. So many people who bought it loved it, so why wouldn't he?

Once Jimin was stretching himself, he leaned down and collected the dildo. He was slightly disappointed that it had cooled down, but it didn't matter. He would enjoy it nonetheless. He squeezed more lube onto the toy, lathering it up to make the slide easy. He wasn't one for pain. He didn't mind a bit, but he wasn't a masochist. He liked to make things easy for himself. He was looking for pleasure and found it best when he was calm and relaxed. He took a deep breath, quickly grabbed a sip of water he had put on the side table next to his head and then began.

His moan was loud as he pushed the tip of the dildo in. He took a shaky breath and pushed a little more in. He was surprised that even when he stretched himself with three fingers, it still stung a bit. This was bigger than anything he had ever taken. He breathed through the pushing he did, working the big dick into him slowly. He stopped every few seconds just to adjust to the feeling. Jimin didn't know how long he had been working the thing into him, but finally, he was finished. The item was sunk in down to the hilt. He left it again to ensure he was fully ready to start. He wriggled his hips, trying to grind on it a little to work it in and help the stretch. He felt it prod his prostate and shivered, and a low moan left his mouth.

Jimin smiled at himself and decided to turn himself around, moving to lay on his back with his legs in the air. He rested his feet on the opposite armrest that his head was at and then moved the clothes under his head to keep him in a crunch position. He leaned forward and gripped the base of the dildo, pulling on it, getting the tip to sit right at his rim and then pushed it back in again. The lewd moan left his mouth and echoed through the empty apartment, filling only Jimin's ears. He found it even better with the echo he got in the immense living room space. Once it bounced off a wall or two and made it back to him, he could almost convince himself it was someone else. "Nah..." he gasped as he sped up a little. He was lost but not enough to remember whose turn it was to fantasise about today. He had started using a mental list to decide who he would think about each time he fucked himself. Some days though, he got a bit greedy. "Yes, Hyung! Ah, Hobi." He moaned, the spare hand lifting to rub his nipples. He squeaked when his fingers punched a little making the sensitive nubs harden. "Oh, Joonie, right there." He whined.

He worked the dildo in faster, gaining speed with every few thrusts. He had to keep his breathing steady to not fall over the edge so quickly. He wanted this one round to last him. He didn't need to have 20 orgasms. He only needed one perfect high that would wash over him like the floodgates had opened, and he found the best way to do that was to make himself wait. He thought he was odd, making himself work for the orgasm, but it gave him the best pleasure. He held his breath with each thrust in and then let it out very slowly as he pulled it out. His speed was now twice what it was before, fucking into himself well. He was starting to understand why the people liked this dildo so much. It felt amazing. Just the right length and width. It had the perfect sculpted veins and ridges in it. Its tip was slightly thicker than the rest, making it massage his whole tunnel as it went through. He pushed down the next orgasm, holding it again. This time he started to grind down on the dildo that he drove into himself. An odd tingling feeling floated through his body, arousing him even more.

Jimin couldn't stop his noises now. He was being loud and knew it, but he couldn't stop. He was too lost in the fantastic feeling. He hadn't felt this good before, not by himself. A buzz was running under his skin, lighting up his nervous system as each little flicker in his body made his pleasure more intense. It was almost hypnotising. He had his eyes squeezed shut, chest heaving with each thrust. He should have been surprised he could thrust into himself so fast. How hadn't his hand cramped up like it usually did? How was his arm not aching from the repetitive movement and strain? He couldn't even hear himself anymore. He was lost. Lost in the fantastic feeling. "Oh, Hyungs!" He screamed.

Unfortunately, he hadn't heard the door to the dorm open. He had been so extra about all the precautions, yet he lost himself in the pleasure that he didn't even notice the six boys standing in the entrance, mouths dropped open as Jimin continued to fuck himself with his dildo. "Holy shit!" Hoseok said, looking at a wildly fucked out Jimin. The six boys all looked at each other, bright red tinted on their cheeks. Jimin filled their ears with yet another loud moan, and suddenly, they were palming themselves in their pants. Straight or not, the inappropriate noises coming from the small boy sent all their dicks hard in an instant.

The first person to move around to Jimin was, of course, Taehyung. Staring down at his best friend, watching him fuck himself with a dildo, just seemed to make him feel even hotter. And as if the one person was an invite to the rest, the others moved forward so that now they were looking at Jimin in front, yet the boy still hadn't noticed them. It wasn't until Yoongi reached down with his spare hand to grab Jimins, pushing the dildo into him. The small boy's eyes shot open, looking mortified for no more than a second before he glazed over again, closing his eyes and going back to moaning without hesitation. "Fuck Min, look at you take that thing," Hoseok grunted, fist clenching around his member with each thrust he saw of the dildo. There was no response from the small boy except another loud moan and a squelch as Yoongi helped him push the dildo in and out.

"Ah, yes! Joonie!" Jimin squealed. Did Yoongi feel a bit offended? Yes. But did that matter right now? No. He wanted to see the supposedly straight leader fucking their dongsaeng with a big dildo. He made no fuss in stepping out of the way when Namjoon was pushed to his place by Hoseok. Namjoon looked down at the squirming Jimin, seeing just how keen he was for more stimulation. He reached forward and immediately started to work the dildo in and out of Jimin again. "You like that, Min?" He called with a smirk on his face. The boy below him screamed in pleasure at the sudden movement again. Namjoon kept moving it in and out, just as Yoongi had before him, while he rubbed his cock. Dicks were out instantly, and all six jerked off at seeing the petite dancer being fucked by the dildo.

"I-I..." Jimin started to stutter. It was so close, but he wanted to hold it off for as long as possible. He had to. The tingling feeling seemed to intensify with each thrust, the epicentre of the feeling bubbling in his tummy. "Oh! Oh, I-I thin...think! Ah!" Jimin cried out, so close. His dick bounced against the base of his stomach, rock hard and leaking pre-cum on his abs. Jimin felt the tingling getting more and more intense. His whole body started to shake the closer he got to his release. His mind was blank. He wasn't even aware of anything that was going on. He had opened his eyes before, but he barely saw anything. His fucked out brain telling him that the members around him were just his imagination. He rolled his hips harder onto the dildo, pushing it right up into him.

"So good." Taehyung moaned as he pumped his dick along with the rhythm of Jimin's thrusting. All six were following the beat, imagining themselves in the tight hole, the warmth of their hands acting like the heat of another body. They weren't particularly all imagining it being Jimin, but just a nice tight hole to thrust into. "Go on, Min, cum for us." Namjoon smiled, thumbing the tip of his dick too. Jimin's body quivered underneath the leader's watch, feeling the last few thrusts hitting the perfect spot. "Ah!" He screamed.

Jimin arched his back, his orgasm exploding into him just as all the others cum harshly into their hands. Jimin came with a scream, and for a second, they were all content with the scene that just took place. Everyone was lost in the split second of bliss until the screaming didn't stop, and everyone's hands weren't covered in cum like they usually would be. The few who weren't near Jimin frowned, not yet paying attention to the boy to look down and see that their orgasms had primarily been dry except for the little spurt that dribbled out at the end. The ones that were around Jimin looked down at the boy to see why he was still screaming.

Jimin's eyes had shot open when he felt his orgasm hit, but not because of the pleasure. A sudden sharp pain sparked in his tummy, right where the tingling was the worst. His hands rushed to the painful spot, trying to massage it, only to find that his stomach was growing bigger?! Jimin's breath caught in his throat, and his head snapped to look at his body immediately. All the haziness from before was gone; he was in clear mind now and horrified. "What the fuck?!" Yoongi exclaimed when he, too, saw the boy's stomach starting to distend. Jimin was panting hard, freaking out completely. "What is happening to me?" Jimin cried. Pain shot through his body with each second that passed, and he couldn't keep the laboured groans in.

All the others looked down at the small boy who was quickly filling out. "Jimin, what is this?" Jin asked, already having tucked his dick away. He was proper and polite, not to mention a bit reserved. Jin had finished. He didn't need others looking at his dick. Jimin's mind raced as he continued to feel his moderate swell, splitting his fingers apart as the skin grew under them. "I-I don't know!" Jimin cried. "H-help me, please." He begged, not taking his eyes off his middle once. No one knew what to do. Everyone had stood back away from the boy as they saw him start to grow. Jimin felt a weird gushing in him, filling his abdomen and assumed it must be the dildo. "Please take it out!" He begged.

Nobody moved for a moment, unsure what to do until he cried out again in pain. Taehyung rushed behind Jimin, lifting his top slightly so he could rest his best friend on him. They wrapped Jimin in a warm embrace, trying to comfort him while the others worked on his below. "Please, hurry." Jimin's voice was urgent and filled with fear and pain. He was horrified at how much he had grown in just a few minutes. It hurt too. He felt his muscles being pulled apart, his skin stretching. In the new position, Jimin could see his swelling belly, but also just past that. With his legs up like they were, he looked like a pregnant mother in a labouring position. He watched as the five other members fumbled over each other, not yet acting as if they were too scared. Jimin felt another twitch from deep inside him as something hard seemed to be moving. "Get it out now!" Jimin screamed, suddenly making everyone flinch.

Yoongi shoved Namjoon out of the way, leaning down to grab onto the base of the dildo sticking out of Jimin's ass. He meant to rip it right out of Jimin, but the minute he touched it, it heated up, burning his hand. "Ouch!" He yelped and jumped back. "What?" Jimin asked as he tried to look over his ever-growing middle. "It's hot." Yoongi gasped, shaking his hand. Jimin felt something hard in his stomach, almost a weird sense of movement. "There's something in me!" He screeched, freaking everyone out. "What?" They all yelled. "Get it out!" He cried, but Yoongi knew it was no good. Jimin's belly rapidly grew, beginning to tower over his body as he just cried and moaned. Looking at the giant orb, Jin could swear he did see something moving in it. "Make it stop!" Jimin wailed.

It was only a few more seconds before the growing stopped, leaving him with a giant belly, looking to be carrying triplets. He let out a wail as he felt the dildo start to push itself out of him. He couldn't see over his middle, but the others standing by his lower half could see the thing slowly moving out of him. "What is it doing?" Jungkook asked, looking at the thing with wide eyes. It rolled down inch by inch in Jimin, feeling like it was scraping his walls. Jimin continued to whine at the feeling of slowly being forced back out of him. "What is it doing?" Hoseok repeated Maknae's question, but still, no one had an explanation for it. Taehyung continued to pat Jimin's damp hair as he whined and panted until it fell out eventually and landed on the couch. The older boys looked at the odd-looking dildo, and then right before their eyes, it seemed to vanish.

Jimin let out a sob of relief once it was out, but it was short-lived because nothing could go Jimin's way today. The second it left him, a sharp pain pierced his middle, making the small boy scream louder. Everyone looked up to Jimin just in time to see a gush of liquid exit his body from his stretched hole. "What now?" Hoseok asked, looking down at Jimin, but he was in no position to reply. The sharp pain squeezed his insides hard, making his whole body tense. "No way!" Namjoon gasped nervously. "It's coming out!" Jimin screamed, holding his big belly. The others all looked at him, eyes so wide they might drop out of their heads. "What?" Jungkook paled. "He's in labour," Namjoon answered. Jimin contracted again, squeezing his eyes shut and crying hard.

His sobs filled the room, breaths shallow and ragged. His chest felt like it was on fire with all his emotions. Panic set deep in his body as he felt more pain clench the muscles in his stomach. Jimin didn't know when, but at some point, his ears started to block out the sound of everyone. All he could focus on was the pain he was feeling and trying to figure out what was happening. "Jimin!" Someone yelled, finally pulling him back to reality. "You need to control your breathing," Jin said, crouched down near him. Jimin looked at the eldest with wide eyes. He wasn't sure if he could control his breathing. Everything seemed so out of his control that he couldn't do anything. Another scream left his mouth, and he felt a strong urge to push this time. His body forced him to bare down and push hard, feeling like he was having a big shit.

"Are you pushing?" Yoongi asked, looking at the boy's strained face. Jimin continued for another few seconds and then let out a big shaky breath. "You're ready already?" Hoseok gasped, looking at Jimin. The small boy whimpered with a nod, trying to catch his breath before the next contraction. Jimin wailed again at the tightness in his belly. He pushed hard again, his whole body telling him to. "Shit, ok. We need to prepare for this." Namjoon said, panicking. "How can he be pushing already?" Taehyung asked, looking up. "How can he be pregnant at all, Tae? This isn't a normal situation." Namjoon rolled his eyes. Jimin finally got a reprieve from pushing again and hung his head back on his shoulders.

Jin looked at the pregnant boy, watching Jimin struggle to breathe after the second push round. "You're doing so good, Jimin." He said encouragingly. Jimin looked at Jin with a terrified face. "Hyung..." He whimpered. Jin shook his head, telling him not to talk. "Save your energy." Jimin's face scrunched up again as the next one came, and he had to push. He let out a loud cry that time, feeling something shift in him. "We need to help him," Jin called to the others. Immediately Hoseok grabbed the other hand that Jin wasn't holding, helping to calm him. "I don't want to do this." Jimin cried, looking at his friends. They all looked at him with sympathy. "We know, Jimin, but you have to." Hoseok smiled, trying to comfort him. "H-how has this even happened?" Jimin gasped as he felt the next contraction. He bore down hard again, feeling his insides start to open up. "A-am I being punished?" He asked with a loud sob after he finished the next push. "No way, Minnie." Everyone reassured him. "This isn't because of you. Something must have happened with that dildo." Jimin wanted to respond to the eldest rapper, but the next contraction came again.

God, he was surprised that they were so close together. He felt like he couldn't catch his breath. "Get it out!" He screamed as he pushed hard, the top of the thing in him sitting just at his entrance. "It looks like a human head so far." Namjoon described. The leader rushed to the linen cupboard and grabbed a towel for the tiny child. The contraction ended again, and Jimin gasped for air. "I can't!" He cried. "I can't do it." Taehyung shook his head, leaning forward to pull Jimin into a hug. "You can, Minnie. You have to push this baby out." They tried to motivate him, looking to the others so they could. "You're doing well, Jimin. Just a little more, and the baby will be born." Yoongi added.

Namjoon returned with two towels and laid one down under Jimin to soak up the blood he knew was pouring out of him. The towel Jimin had been lying on was already wet with amniotic fluid. The other towel he gave to Jungkook and asked him to stay close to help with the baby. The next contraction hurt much more than the others, and Jimin screamed. His whole body seemed to be pushing without his help, wanting nothing more than to expel the creature in him. "So good, Minnie, the baby is crowning." Namjoon smiled. Jimin fell back against Taehyung once he finished, seeming to be his routine.

Jimin was so engrossed in his birthing for the whole time he was pushing, trying his very hardest to get the baby out, but in the small moments, he found his mind wandering back to the bigger picture. He wept, rolling his head on his shoulders as he tried to breathe through the pain that lingered even after the contraction finished. However, with each contraction, the downtime was getting shorter and shorter. Jimin couldn't see over his gigantic belly, but he could feel his hole stretched beyond belief as the baby's head sat half in, half out.

"One more push, and the baby's head is out," Yoongi told him, looking down at his hole. Jin raised a hand and brushed the sweat-stuck hair back. "You're doing so good, Jimin. Just a little more." He cheered, giving the small boy a bright smile, hoping it would make him feel better. The next contraction came, which was the most painful Jimin had supposed. His hole felt like it was on fire and he swore he felt his skin rip, but he felt such relief when Namjoon told him the head was out. "P-please..." Jimin whispered, not feeling the energy to talk any louder. "Please, what, Min?" Hoseok asked, pulling his hand closer. "I want it to stop." Jimin sniffled, a slight hiccup cutting his words up. "It will be over soon. Just push the shoulders out, and then you're done," Namjoon said, hiding behind the bump of Jimin's belly. "Two pushes, and it will be done." Yoongi smiled.

Jimin gave him a shaky nod and then pushed hard again, finding a new motivation. He bore down hard, nearly feeling his ears pop with the pressure he was feeling throughout his body. "Yes, Min, just like that." Jimin felt the shoulders move; once again, the burn was tremendous as he was stretched wider than the head. He screamed in pain, holding Jin and Hoseok's hands tightly. Taehyung petted his head and hugged him softly, encouraging him, while Yoongi and Jungkook helped Namjoon below. "Kook, get the towel ready. It's nearly done," Namjoon called. Yoongi got up and rushed into the kitchen to get some scissors and a few clips they kept for bags to seal off the umbilical cord.

Jimin wailed with one last push, the baby sliding out of his body. He sobbed a little harder, thankful that it was over, laying his head back onto Taehyung while he kissed all over his face. "You did it, baby." He smiled. Hoseok and Jin patted him all over and told him little praises. Jimin smiled, happy that the whole predicament was finally over. He gave in to the hugs, kisses and compliments, feeling so much love, even though humiliation burned underneath it.

Namjoon grabbed the baby and quickly moved it to the towel Jungkook was holding, ready for Yoongi to step in when they realised that the baby had no umbilical cord. The three boys stayed silent for a moment, looking at the little thing in Jungkook's hands. "Do you think it came off inside him?" Yoongi asked, looking down at Jimin. Namjoon shrugged, unsure of what to think. Jungkook wiped the baby's face clean, getting a good look at it when they noticed something. "Ahh, guys?" He called, and everyone stopped to look at him. "What?" Jin asked. Jungkook's wide eyes looked up from the baby to Jimin and then just past him. "I-it looks like Taehyung," Jungkook said, unbelievably. The two 95's looked at the youngest with stunned expressions. "What?" Tae asked. "How is that possible?" Everyone knew that he wasn't looking for an answer because there was no explanation for anything happening right now.

Jimin would have been completely freaked out that the baby he had just given birth to looked like his best friend if it wasn't for the pain that continued to push his insides. He had a short break once the first baby was born, but a sharp pain took the peace away. He closed his eyes and squeezed Jin and Hoseok's hands, pushing again. A loud wail brought the others back to him. "What is it?" Taehyung asked as he looked down. "No, no, no, no, no." Jimin chanted in fear as his body pushed against another hard thing. He looked at the others helplessly, pleading with his eyes for them to help him. "What is going on?" Taehyung yelled when no one answered. "There's another baby." Namjoon frowned after instructing Jungkook to get another towel. Jimin huffed and puffed through the contraction, falling back when it finished. "I don't want another." Jimin wailed. "I can't do it anymore." He begged them to make it stop, but no one knew what to do for him.

"I know this is hard for you, Min, but you can't stop now. You have to get this baby out of your body." Namjoon said softly, trying to encourage Jimin. "This isn't fair!" Jimin screeched. "We know it's not fair, Minnie, but it has to be done. We can figure all this out once the baby is out." Jin moved his spare hand to wipe the tears on Jimin's cheeks. Jimin turned to look at the eldest, making his heart wrench by his expression. Jimin opened his mouth to speak, but the next contraction hit, and he let out a cry of pain instead. "Push through it," Yoongi yelled. "I want it out of me!" Jimin screamed, pushing hard.

Jungkook returned with another two towels just in case he saw the baby's head poke out faster than last time. "Good job, Jimin. The baby's head is out." Namjoon announced. The boy fell back against Tae, who resumed kissing his face. "It's not me." Jimin whimpered through his breaths. Taehyung stopped to listen to the boy. "These babies are forcing their way out." He huffed. "But you're pushing them so well." Tae smiled, but Jimin only shook his head. "I can barely push anymore." Jimin looked up at Taehyung behind him, his eyes filled with fear. "They are coming out by themselves as the dildo did." Taehyung frowned, wondering what this meant, but again, nothing lasted as Jimin resumed crying through another contraction.

The second baby exited Jimin on the next push, sending relief through him and all the others. "His belly hasn't gone down?" Jungkook observed, looking at the giant orb that was Jimin's middle. Everyone looked at it, seeing the bright red skin still stretched tight. "You don't think there's more?!" Jimin asked, but he answered his question with another, much faster, contraction. "No!" He screamed, pushing hard again. "No more, no more." He repeated. His hands let go of Jin and Hoseok's, and he started to sit up, thinking that maybe he could just walk away. "Stop, Jimin," Jin warned, reaching back up to grab his hand and pull him back down. "I can't! I don't want any more." He wailed. "I want them out of me!" The boys held him tighter, trying to comfort him. "Just a little more, and it will hopefully be done. You're being so strong, Jimin." Hoseok praised, but the boy didn't care.

Namjoon had moved the second baby to Jungkook, who looked down at it like the first one. "Shit! This one looks like Jin Hyung." Jungkook said, looking up to the eldest. Jin froze for a moment wanting to go see for himself, but Jimin needed his help more. "S-so, we are all gonna have a baby that looks like us?" Hoseok asked. Nobody could answer until Jungkook gasped. "The cum!" He said, grabbing everyone's attention. "Cum?" Namjoon questioned, kneeling back down to Jimin's height. "We all came, right? Seeing Jimin Hyung fuck himself with the dildo. When we came, our cum disappeared. What if, by some magic, it went into Jimin, and that's why the babies look like us?" It sounded ridiculous to all of them, even Jungkook, but nothing that had happened so far had been logical.

"It actually would explain a few things." Hoseok shrugged, looking up at Namjoon. The leader frowned, unsure what to think of it, but thankfully he didn't have to ponder as long as Jimin was screeching again, yelling at them to get the babies out, and he no longer needed to answer the question. "Oh god!" Jimin gasped as he felt the baby start to crown. "It's ok. Breathe through it," Namjoon said, stroking Jimin's thigh as the baby pressed hard against his rim. The contraction stopped just as the baby's head spread Jimin open, making it halt. He whimpered at the pain, feeling like he was tearing up again. "I-I think I'm gonna pass out." He said softly, his eyes slowly closing. His mind was fuzzy, and his eyes couldn't focus on anyone.

Jin raised a hand to Jimin's face holding it tight. "Hey, Min we need you to stay awake." He said, tapping on the small boy's cheek. Jimin lazily turned his head to the eldest, but his eyes weren't open. His head rolled around for a moment until the boy fell limp. "Shit, Jimin!" Yoongi called, trying to wake him up too. "He needs to push the baby out." Namjoon panicked, unsure of what to do. "Please wake up," Taehyung begged the small boy, worried for his best friend. Another contraction crushed Jimin's body, tightening his muscles and the baby pushed out more. Namjoon watched in amazement as the baby's head finally pushed out. "H-how is that possible? He's pushing while unconscious?" Namjoon asked, looking up at the others. Taehyung shook his head, recalling what Jimin had said earlier. "No, no, he said. He didn't even need to push anymore. His body was doing it for him as the dildo did before." Everyone looked at each other now understanding.

"This baby seems to be coming out easier," Namjoon said as the next contraction pushed the baby out completely. He picked it up and saw a little Jungkook looking at him. "This one must be yours," Namjoon said, handing it to the youngest. Jungkook felt nervous grabbing the baby this time. He held it more softly, being extra careful, and when he looked down, he felt like he was looking at baby him. It was almost uncanny. The Maknae was only drawn away when Namjoon told him another was coming, and he had rerun out of towels. He put the baby next to the others on the floor, away from everyone and rushed for more towels, grabbing several more now as he didn't know how many they would need.

"He looks like he's still in pain," Taehyung said with a frown, looking at the scrunched-up face Jimin was pulling. "Well, you push several babies out your ass and see how you feel?" Yoongi quipped at the younger's stupid thought but earned a smack from the leader. "How is this even possible? Where are the babies coming from in him? He has no womb." Hoseok asked. "None of the babies have umbilical cords. I think that whatever did this simply inserted the babies in him, and now he's pushing them out." Namjoon explained as he started to help birth the next baby.

Jimin's body constricted and squeezed again. Namjoon was surprised that these babies were pretty much one after the other. No rest in between. The next one looked like Hoseok, landing right in Namjoon's arms. "So he only has two more?" Yoongi asked. Namjoon nodded, moving back to the boy's hole. "He will be ok, right?" Taehyung asked, brushing the hair out of Jimin's face again. "I don't know. This would have ruined his hole." Jin sighed. "His skin is covered in stretch marks." The eldest moved his hand to the boy's tummy, which still wasn't any smaller, though no one mentioned it. "His body won't be the same."

Taehyung frowned, looking down at the small boy, feeling bad for him. They all knew that Jimin hadn't wanted this. He must have been tricked or something. He was too naive sometimes. "Wow," Namjoon said, holding up the next baby. "It's weird to look at yourself." He mumbled. This baby was slightly bigger than the others. Going to grow into a tall boy, just like the leader. "So, just Yoongi is next?" Jungkook said, placing the baby Namjoon with the others.

A soft groan was heard from Jimin as he started to move his fingers. His eyes moved under his lids for a moment until they fluttered open. He seemed a bit dazed and unsure of what was happening. The boy almost wished he could have stayed asleep because it would have been easier for him. "W-what- ah." He gasped, not even getting out the whole question. "This is the last one, Min. You did so well." Namjoon said. Jimin was almost pulled back into his hysterics, finally returning to the situation. "Hey, just relax. You don't even have to push. Just focus on Jin, Hobi and Tae." Yoongi said, rubbing his leg. Jimin whimpered but nodded. Looking to the others around him.

Jimin felt the next contraction and couldn't stop the urge to push. He felt like he had to help get it out. He squeezed Jin and Hoseok's hands again, trying his hardest. "Ok, it's nearly there," Namjoon said, holding the head of little Yoongi until the next contraction and Jimin could push him out all the way. "You've done so well Jimin. You don't know how proud of you we are." Jin smiled. Jimin held his breath and bore down, pushing the shoulders out finally.

"Done!" Namjoon announced, picking up the tiny baby and giving it to Jungkook. Jimin knew, though. He knew this wasn't it because he still felt something inside him. He tried this time to be quiet. He didn't want to make any more panic, but his mind was freaking out. What if he was to continue to give birth forever now? When would this end? "J-Joonie," Jimin whined. Namjoon turned to him with a furrowed brow. Jimin squeezed tightly and pushed, making it quick. "Another?!" Everyone yelled. Namjoon moved to the boy's legs, but by that time, Jimin had finished. The last babysat between his legs, looking up at the leader.

Namjoon sighed in relief when he saw it. He chuckled and picked it up. "Of course. How silly of me." He said with a smile. "You came to Minnie." He said, turning to the baby that looked just like the boy. Jimin cooed, seeing his little face. "You did it, Min. You gave birth to seven babies." Taehyung said, amazed. Jimin sighed in relief. For the first time in what felt like hours, he had nothing pushing at his insides. His stomach was still the same size as before he gave birth, but it was empty, and he felt much lighter.

The seven babies were lined up on the floor by Jungkook. He whipped his phone out and took a picture, amazed by all the little creatures. "What do we do with them now?" Yoongi asked. As if on command, the seven babies vanished, just like the dildo. A gasp was heard from the Maknae, and he looked up. "What is it?" Jin asked. "They're gone." He said. Everyone looked down at the seven empty towels lying on the floor. "Well, I suppose we couldn't take care of them now, could we?" Hoseok sighed. It remained quiet for a while, everyone thinking about everything that had just happened.

Jimin gasped. The sound of water rushing filled his ears again, but suddenly, his tummy started to deflate. His hands sunk with each second, and he groaned, feeling his muscles move back into place. It shrunk just as quickly as it swelled, and after minutes Jimin's stomach was back to being as flat as it was before everything happened. He contorted his lithe body, thankful he was back to normal, and looked at his tummy, inspecting for even a single stretch mark.

"It's back to normal." He said, a slight tone of hope in his voice. He briefly wondered if this was a dream, or maybe someone or something taunting him more, letting him go back to normal, just to have it done again.

All the boys around Jimin smiled, happy to see their friend return to his old self. Jimin quickly shot up off the couch, so glad he could move again, not being pinned to the sofa by a giant belly. He ran his hands all over his bare tummy, inspecting still. "Thank god that's over." Yoongi sighed, flopping down in the armchair off to the side. Everyone mumbled in agreement, nodding their heads.

Jimin looked up at them with a straight face. His thoughts about how they had all just seen him so exposed and vulnerable. "Let's forget this ever happened." He said quickly in the silence left by everyone. The boys all looked at him with confused eyes. "What?" Tae asked. "I want you all to erase this from your memory. Nothing happened today." Jimin urged. "We will never speak about it again, and we don't need to tell anyone."

The six boys all gave each other a look, discussing it mentally, and after a moment, they turned back to the small boy. "Ok, Jimin, if that's what you want," Namjoon said, giving him a soft smile. Jimin felt the sting of humiliation still in his chest, but he nodded. "It's what I want. Don't talk about it. I..." he looked at each of them. "I-I'm going to my room now." He said very quickly and almost ran away, forgetting everything on the couch and his clothes.

The six sighed and leaned back. If Jimin wanted them to forget, they would. They would let everything go back to normal and continue living like they had never seen anything, but when they needed a little something, each and every one of them would remember. Only when they couldn't get off to whatever they had seen so many times before Jimin's beautiful face would pop up.

And it wasn't long until one of them gave in to temptation, logging onto Jimin's computer and going through the history, searching for the website. Unsure how Jimin had stumbled upon it, he read the descriptions and decided the next time they all wanted to get off, they might get Jimin to use a different dildo...

#mpreg bts #pregnant Jimin #bts pregnancy blog

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bt5bby · 3 years ago

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I love Jimin, Yoongi and Namjoon based sickfics. 😍 This is like heaven!

— masterlist (in progress) ✨

🐹 seokjin's : (double trouble—mpreg) ; (no, don't make us apart—mpreg) ; (photoshoot misc.) ; (random nausea misc.—mpreg) ; (eat jin & out—mpreg) ; (video games misc.) ; (three, thrice, gone—mpreg) ; (fever misc.) ; (misc.) ; (misc.) ; (torn or bond—mpreg)

🐱 yoongi's : (long hair drabbles) ; (mistakenly cooped in) ; (date misc.) ; (check up—mpreg) ; (fight misc.) ; (jitb drabbles) ; (puke filled date) ; (deeper than that) ; (fight drabbles) ; (drabbles—mpreg) ; (shady food) ; (miss-cookies—mpreg) ; (iced americano, sleep, & trip) ; (jacuzzi misc.—mpreg) ; (public misc.) ; (misc.—mpreg) ; (misc.) ; (misc.—mpreg) ; (shaddy dinner) ; (workmates—mpreg) ; (migraine) ; (misc.) ; (misc.—mpreg) ; (park of honesty—mpreg) ; (neighbors bother—mpreg) ; (blossoming room—mpreg) ; (misc.—mpreg) ; (misc.) ; (extreme tummyache)

🐿 hoseok's : (misc.) ; (soju misc.)

🐨 namjoon's : (braxton hicks—mpreg) ; (drabbles—mpreg) ; (false positive—mpreg) ; (double pregnancy—mpreg) ; (morning sickness misc.—mpreg) ; (wedding check—mpreg)

🐥 jimin's : (kick sick—mpreg) ; (arts & it's flaws) ; (telepathically wrong—mpreg) ; (dinner misc.) ; (practice's halt) ; (min's office 1—mpreg) ; (food misc. —mpreg) ; (braxton hicks—mpreg) ; (jitb misc.—mpreg) ; (flu misc.—mpreg) ; (jimin and his 5 morning sickness episodes—mpreg) ; (fight misc.—mpreg) ; (date drabbles) ; (anemic misc.) ; (pridge of porridge—mpreg) ; (misc.—mpreg) ; (predebut misc.) ; (vlive—mpreg) ; (misc.—mpreg)

🐻 taehyung's : (baby's work—mpreg) ; (gaeul's trip—mpreg) ; (aches—mpreg) ; (birthday sickday)

ot7 — (sashimi chain of sickness 1 , 2 , 3, 4)

🐇 jungkook's : (craving sickness—mpreg) ; (sprite drabble) ; (hotel misc.) ; (spagheti mishaps) ; (sickterview) ; (concert misc.) ; (koo's interactive sickfic 1,2,3,4,5) ; (sickly doctor trip) ; (misc.—mpreg) ; (sick in shower) ; (misc.) ; (misc.) ; (misc.) ;

#this is amazing!

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bt5bby · 3 years ago

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Ahhh, this but instead it’s Jiminie the garden fairy who lives in gardener Namjoon’s apron and whenever Namjoon wants a fresh piece of fruit he force feeds Jimin a seed and quickly Jimin swells with said fruit and then has to birth it within minutes and once it’s out Namjoon just washes it and eats it… actually thinking about it it’s kinda creepy but still cool.

#pregnant Jimin #gardener Namjoon #fairy Jimin #rapid pregnancy bts

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bt5bby · 3 years ago

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Hello everyone 👋🏻

I have a new pregnancy story, and this time it’s with TaeTae! I didn’t really get time to reread this one and it is a little old so if there are any mistakes… oopsie 😅

Any way, this one is called Right Place, Right time.

Ships - Taehyung x Hyung line

Tags ⚠️

Mpreg, Noncon/rape, Unwilling to willing, Stockholm syndrome, Childbirth, Graphic birth, Sex while in labour, Cum shower (Bukakke)

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Taehyung had never imagined that he would be caught in this situation. How did this even happen? He was always perfectly safe. His bodyguards were the best of the best.

Now they lay dead on the floor in a dingy club. Tae didn't even want to go to that club. His friends had all agreed to go there, and even though he could tell it was dirty just from the outside, he still went in and spent time with his friends...

Or one of the people that he thought was his friend.

Turns out that the Bulletproof gang can infiltrate anything. And that's how Taehyung ended up, kidnapped by who he thought was his friend and was now tied up naked in a room in an abandoned warehouse. How cliche. *eye rolls*

The evil monologue that his captures were doing now made him want to die quicker. Honestly, it would be better if they just fucking shot him before he got bored to death.

"Are you even fucking listening?" A man grabbed a handful of Tae's beautiful red hair. It was his look of the week. He scrunched his face up, knowing not to make a sound, as it gives too much satisfaction to the insane people who kidnap you.

"This kid thinks he's good. He thinks he's better than us." A shorter man said, hair black covering his eyes, most likely to hide his white as fuck skin.

Tae scoffed. He knows he's not favouring himself, but he just wants to have fun. What could these men do? His family would come for him, and they would all be killed.

"I am better than you. Do you all think that this makes you scary? You're just like all the other bad guys." Tae watched as the short man scowled harder. "So predictable." He said, shaking his head.

The tall man chuckled and stepped closer. "Cheeky little fucker are you." He said, shooting his hand down a second later to grab Tae's throat and pull him close. The handcuffs clattered again, and Taehyung gasped.

"Braver than I thought you'd be. Eomma and Appa must have raised you to fight." The man smiled down at him. Taehyung cringed at the stranger.

"Eomma and Appa didn't do shit. I can take care of myself." He spat in the man's face, only to get a tighter hold on his neck.

"Oh really? A little omega like you can take care of yourself? Then why have two pointless bodyguards around all the time." Another man called from behind.

Taehyung recognised him as the one who killed his bodyguards. He was the one who took him. "They were merely for show. As you can see, they were pathetic. Couldn't even stay alive." Tae rolled his eyes.

"Hmmm." The tall man grunted, pulling against Taehyung again. He smiled down at the boy. "Well, you can talk the talk, but let's see if you can walk the walk." The man brought his hand down and immediately unlocked the handcuffs on Tae's right wrist.

The omega tried to seem strong, but all the blood had drained from his arms, making them heavy and tingly. He wasn't so sure he could fight just yet. He needed to stall.

"You think it's fair for me, an omega, to take on three alphas who probably have weapons?" Tae asked.

He watched the three boys look at each other and then smiled. "You'll need some more men then. Let's make this an even fight." Tae chuckled, his cockiness starting to annoy his captures.

"Oh really? Man, you are a brave one." A man stepped out from the shadows that Taehyung hadn't seen before. How many others were lurking? This made him anxious.

"A little omega like you thinks you can take on all four of us?" He asked. Tae finally got a good look at his face, and he was blown away by how gorgeous he was. How was he an alpha? He should have been an omega.

The tall man finished uncuffing his left hand, and Taehyung sat for a moment, hoping his arms would start functioning soon. He really needed to get himself out of here.

"Well, come on then, kid, let's see what you got?" The short black haired one approached the bed and readied himself for a fight with Taehyung.

Tae started to feel very nervous. He wasn't at his peak performance. He was weakened and slow. "I-I..." he stuttered, losing all of his fake confidence. "M-my hands, t-they are a bit tingly f-from the hanging," Tae said, feeling outnumbered as the other three closed in on him.

"Naw, little omega, backing out already." The man with black smirked at him, the four alphas slowly getting closer to the bed.

Taehyung was now very worried. He was surrounded by 4 big alphas. Naked on the bed now didn't sit well with him. "Don't come near me. I'll rip your throats out." Tae snarled, starting to get defensive as the people were getting closer.

The four men smiling darkly at him, and he could tell these weren't good men. They probably wouldn't even keep their word, not that he thought they would.

"Oh, little omega, you can't do shit now. There is nothing you can do except for accepting your fate." Tae blanched at that. He wasn't just gonna let them do whatever to him.

"Don't fucking touch me!" He yelled again when he finally felt a hand graze over his neck. He spun around instantly, out of reflex, but that left himself wide open to the others.

He wanted to kick himself. How could he have forgotten the three other alphas in the room? Man, he wasn't as good as he thought.

The second he spun around, the others pounced, grabbing at his waist, hands, and shoulders. They all pinned him down to the bed, keeping him firmly stuck.

"Get off me!" He screamed. "My family are going to kill you. You and your whole gang are going to be so fuck!" He tried hard to get out of their grip, bucking his hips to push them off, but he had no luck.

"Oh, little omega, they won't be able to even catch us. No one would even know where to start." The beautiful man who had grabbed Tae's neck said, looking down at him.

Tae shivered. Of course, his family would find him. They loved him. They'd get him back no matter what it takes.

"Oh, little omega, you need to accept that this is your new life. You gonna be our cute little toy. You'll love it here. Four alphas to always protect you." One from behind him added.

That made dread fill Tae's stomach. A toy? That's so demeaning. Even as an omega, he was far more than just a toy. He was a part of the Kim dynasty. The biggest, most feared mob gang in Seoul.

He was their omega, not some lowlife thugs who thought they could one-up him in a pub. This wasn't what was supposed to happen.

All the thinking had lowered the boy's defences, allowing one of the men behind him to start to grope his butt. This made Tae much more panicked, he knew what could come of this, and he had to prevent it from happening. He just had to.

"No! Don't fucking touch me!" Tae yelled. Man, he really wished he hadn't shown his sassy side before. Now he looked like more of a fool for being scared, but how could he not be afraid.

The alphas didn't respond. They only touched him more. Tae felt the man who was now in front of him, as he was facing the headboard, pull at his neck.

Tae fell forward, crashing into the man's lips. He hadn't registered it for a moment, but the man stuck his tongue into his mouth before he could even try anything.

"Mmmmm!" Tae gasped, surprised by the intrusion. He struggled to fight back, wanting to bite down on the tongue forced down his throat, but the man tightened his grip around Tae's neck, starting to choke him.

He froze all movements at the sudden lack of air he was getting, which allowed the men to take advantage of him more.

The short one, who moved to his side, was now starting to cuff his hands back to the headboard. The tall man, who he assumed was behind him because of the height difference, started to pull his ass cheeks apart, massaging them roughly. The one on the other side was now reaching around him, tugging on his dick.

Tae was mortified. He was going to get raped. He couldn't let this happen, but what could he do? He was reattached to the bed, his ass on full display for the four men. He was utterly helpless.

Taehyung started to fight again when he felt a warm knob drag over his now-exposed asshole. He looked at the one in front of him, his mouth still stuffed with the man's tongue.

He didn't care about pride anymore. His strength and wit had been taken away, and now he just wanted them to stop. His eyes pleaded with the man in front of him.

His eyes screamed for the man to help him. He needed help. The beautiful man pulled away from his mouth, and Tae let a sob out, finally able to breathe again after he removed his hands too.

"P-please. Please don't do this." Tae begged. "N-no one wi-will mate with me if you do this." He felt everyone stop what they were doing. "Y-you'll throw me a-away once you're done, and n-no one will w-want me."

He stuttered through the whole sentence. The fear finally consumed him. He was horrified that his family wouldn't take him back once they raped him. They loved him, but used omegas are a waste. They always said that.

"You've never had sex before?" The beautiful man asked, raising an eyebrow at him. Tae looked up, confused.

"Of course not. Eomma and Appa said that if I was used, then no one would want me. Omegas can't have mates if they are used." Tae said, looking up, and the man frowned.

"Your family is horrible." Someone from behind him said. Tae sputtered, trying to turn to see who would dare insult his family when they were just trying to rape him.

"In normal society, omegas are not ruined if they have sex. They are just as equal as alphas." The man said.

Tae frowned. If omegas were as equal as alphas in everyday society, why were they still getting raped and killed? Why were these people about to do that to him?

"If I'm your equal, then let me go! Let me get back to my family. They are much better than you." Tae screamed.

The tall alpha behind him scoffed. "We aren't gonna let you go. As he said, you're our toy." Tae's heart dropped. "But you don't have to worry about a mate, little omega. You've got your four mates right here with you."

Tae shook his head, tears finally letting go and rushing down his face as all the hands moved back to what they were doing. "No, please!" He screamed, but it was cut off by the man sticking his tongue down Tae's throat again.

The knob was again at his entrance, and this time it pushed in. He screamed into the man's mouth as the significant alpha behind him thrust in harshly. Already going at a steady speed.

Tae felt the blood slowly drip down his thighs, and soon the pain was too much. His pure body couldn't take it. The black dots blurred his vision till he blacked out, falling limp in the four alphas' arms.

The last thing he remembered was the alphas telling him just how much fun they would have altogether now, as mates.

"Jinnie!" Tae called, sitting on the bed. He waited until the pretty man showed himself in the doorway.

"Oh baby, what's wrong?" He asked as he saw the younger pout. An unhappy mate was never a good thing for the four alphas.

"The baby is kicking so hard again. I can't even concentrate on the contraction." The younger boy whined.

"Oh no." He smiled at the omega. "Hey, you in there," Jin said, laying his head on Taehyung's big stomach, "your Eomma is trying to relax. Can't you give him some time?"

Taehyung smiled at the man talking to his belly. He loved it when his alphas talked to his tummy. It made him feel close to them and the baby.

The kicking slowed down to bearable movements, and Taehyung sighed in relief. "Thanks, Hyung, it's much better now." Tae smiled.

Jin got up and placed a soft kiss on the omega's forehead. "It's ok, baby. You need all the rest you can get. The baby will be here soon according to the timing of your contractions."

Tae nodded, and as if on demand, another contraction started, and he scrunched his face up. "Breath through it, baby. You know how it goes." Jin said. Taehyung slowed his thoughts and started to breathe deeply. It helped the pain a little. "That's it, baby."

Once it was over, Tae huffed for a bit, relaxing again. "Gosh, I think it will only be another hour." Tae smiled, loving the thought of being done soon.

"That's good news, baby. I'm sure Joonie, Yoongi and Hobi will all be here soon to help you." Tae nodded, but he knew he didn't actually mean help.

Tae always did the birthing by himself. His alphas always try to get involved, but Tae finds it much easier if he does it alone.

"They are scoping out the new house, right?" Tae asked, wanting to know that his other alphas were ok. "Yeah. Hobi said that he wanted to ensure it was the best place to keep our pups." Tae smiled at hearing how much his alphas cared for their children.

"It's not the house to worry about, though. We will need to find staff for the house. We've only picked out the nannies so far." Jin ran a hand through his hair as he was feeling stressed about the whole thing, but a whine from Taehyung, telling him that he was having another contraction, pulled him back to the present.

"Oh, that one hurt." Tae cringed. Feeling the need to open his legs, he asked Jin to help him check how dilated he was. Jin agreed and got to his knees, putting his hand into Taehyung's asshole to feel around.

"Oh, I think you are about 8 cm. It will definitely be in the next hour." Jin said as he removed his hand. Tae whimpered at the emptiness, but he knew that the baby couldn't take any more action right now, and really neither could he.

"I'm gonna call the boys. They'll want to be coming back quickly if you're this far along." Jin turned and whipped out his phone. He pressed the first contact and immediately got through. "Hobi, no... Everything is fine, but TaeTae is about 8cm dilated, so if you don't want to miss it, you better head home."

Tae listened to the call as best as possible, but another contraction drew his attention. He breathed deeply again, reminding himself it was all worth it for his baby. He couldn't wait to have his little one out and in the world.

"Breath, baby, that's it," Jin said once he noticed the pain younger again. "You need to hurry, guys. He's getting pretty close. I have to go now." Jin hung up and grabbed Tae's hand and let him squeeze it.

It passed again, and he let his head fall back against the stack of pillows behind him. He wanted to rest, but he knew it was no use. He'd never be able to get any peace with the contractions this close.

"A-are they coming?" He said lazily to Jin. The elder nodded and kissed his hand to give him some love.

"Yes, baby, they are on their way. You'll wait for them, won't you?" Jin asked. Tae thought it was an odd question. He hadn't done it on purpose, so they'd miss it. He just needed to push the baby out.

"I-I'll try." He stuttered. Jin smiled at him and got closer. Tae couldn't resist the beautiful man. He never could, not even before, really.

"That's my boy. You're such a good little omega." Jin patted his head and then moved back down to Tae's ass. He put his whole hand in again and checked it. Tae whined at the feeling, but he knew his hole was stretched enough. He always was now.

The four alphas hadn't let him have a minute's rest since they mated him 3 years ago now. He still remembers that day. He begged and pleaded for them to stop, but they all became mates. It was just how it was meant to be.

Tae grew to like it. His alphas weren't as bad as he thought. Once he calmed down, they gave him his own room and let him wander around their house. He had some freedom. It was nice enough.

He did miss his family, but the boys were so adamant that they wanted to start a family with him. It was easy anyway. Tae had never had sex when they mated, so he was very susceptible to pregnancy.

They couldn't be sure that he got pregnant the first time, but it had to be within that week or so. They fucked him whenever they could in those first few weeks. He was always full of cock and cum.

A few weeks later, when the vomiting started, they all knew exactly what it was and ever since then, Tae hadn't really thought about his old pack. His only worry was his pups and his mates.

They were so loving. Tae had almost forgotten why he was so scared of them in the first place. They gave him everything he wanted, though now it was mostly just sex, food and sleep.

"Oh." Tae scrunched his nose as the next contraction tore through him, and this one, he felt the urge to push. "Ah, j-Jinnie, I-I think I'm ready," Tae whined.

The eldest quickly jumped up and moved between his legs. The second the contraction ended, his hand was back in Tae, feeling the top of the baby's head. "Yes, you are." He said, surprised.

Thankfully, a second later, the door flew open, and his other three mates stumbled. "Hyungs." Tae smiled, feeling much better now that all his alphas were here.

"Oh baby, how are you feeling?" Hobi asked, taking his hand and kissing it. Namjoon and Yoongi both take a cheek each.

"It hurts, but I get to push now. I just need help, and then she'll be here in no time." Tae was thankful that it was nearly done. All he had to do was push.

He grabbed Yoongi's hand, and he and Hoseok helped Tae to his feet. The omega hated being on his back when giving birth. It made it feel like he was being crushed. They moved him around to the middle of the room and then let him go.

It wasn't really Taehyung's choice. He always wished he could have his alphas supporting him when he was giving birth, but they always wanted to let him do it alone, and now that's how it went.

In a way, he was still showing how brave and strong he was to his alphas. They always praised him afterwards for doing it without any help at all.

"Oh," Tae whined again, the subsequent pain coming quickly, and he bore down. He knew he didn't need to squat yet. The head was barely outside of his womb.

He pushed well and felt the baby move a little. He quickly felt the pain recede and panted, holding himself up with his hands on his knees.

"So good, baby. You look so good." Tae turned around with a smile. He loved how his alphas got off when he gave birth. As if them loving him and letting him carry their babies wasn't enough, they even found him sexy when he was in childbirth. His alphas really were the best.

Tae swooned at his boys and then turned back around for another contraction. He pushed hard again, feeling it move more and more with each little second. This was gonna be a good birth. It was going so smoothly.

"Turn around, baby, let us see you and that beautiful belly," Yoongi called, and Tae tensed his whole being. He was right in the middle of a contraction, so it was tough to turn around, but with the cutest little waddle they'd ever seen, he stepped in a wide semi-circle to face them.

His face was bright red, sweat dripping off his now semi-faded blue hair, yet his alphas were still mesmerised by him. "So beautiful." Namjoon wistfully declared, wanking himself off.

Taehyung managed to stand up a bit once it was over, and he clutched his big belly, holding the weight a bit.

"So baby, you got a name for this one?" Jin called from the bed, his own dick in his hands. Taehyung smiled, thinking about it.

His alphas didn't like him going to the doctor so often, so he only had an at-home physician. He never found out what his baby's gender was, but he always had a feeling.

"I was thinking about Su-Lee. I think it's pretty." Tae beamed at his mates, thinking about the little girl.

"Oh, Su-Lee. I love that." Hoseok agreed, and the others all murmured similar phrases. "She'll be as pretty as her Eomma with a name like that."

Tae blushed, but it wasn't visible on his red face. "It also works with all your names, so we won't have to change it if it's someone else's."

That was a good point. They didn't know whose baby it was. They never found out. Usually, they'd just go by looks once it was born.

Taehyungs breath hitched a little, and he began pushing again, scrunching his fists and curling his toes. "Oh, oh, that one hurts." He said.

A sharp pain tracked down his back with that contraction. He'd never felt that before. He also didn't really feel the movement that time. Maybe she was stuck a bit? He decided to push a little more complicated. "Ahh." He grunted, trying as hard as he could.

Jin frowned as he watched him and sat up a bit. "Baby, don't push too hard. You'll rip yourself." He warned, but Tae figured he wasn't too fussed. Jin hadn't even taken his hand off his dick, so it mustn't be that much of a worry.

"I can do it." He encouraged, and with a good push, he felt the baby's head finally push through his cervix. This was the most painful part, but it was also a sign that it was nearly over. He was so close.

"Ah, Ah, Ah." He sighed as he managed to relax as well as he could when it finished. "That one hurt." He gave them a half-hearted smirk. He still wanted to show them that he was ok.

"Just be careful, baby." Namjoon cautioned him. Tae looked up and saw the worry on his pack's faces. He didn't like it. He didn't want them to be concerned for him.

He decided to put on a little show for the next few seconds while he waited. He winked in their direction and slowly moved a hand up to his mouth. He licked the finger slowly and then ran it down his small but visible boobs and down his big bump.

The alphas all swallowed, thinking about touching his stretched skin. How they all loved licking over his bump. The little ridges of the stretch marks make the texture unique.

"Nah," Yoongi grunted slightly, getting very hard at the thought of his omega, so round with their pups. It was everything they wanted.

"You like that alpha. You love my big belly." Tae said he could feel the contraction starting again, but he knew this was really getting his alphas off. "Always make me so big and round, don't you. You can't get enough."

The four boys stroked their cocks even harder, seeing their omega struggling with his contraction and still trying and be seductive with them.

"I'm gonna pop this baby out, and you'll all give me a new one in no time." Tae said. He had to give himself a little break as he concentrated on pushing because he really wanted this to be over with so they could fuck another in him. "I won't even be back to normal size before I bloat out with the next baby."

Ooof, that had the boys twitching. They would never let his tummy flatten again. They never ever wanted him empty. He was to have their children forever. He was always made to be full.

"Fuck T-Tae. We're gonna fuck you so hard. You'll be pregnant again by tomorrow. You're never getting any rest." Hoseok spat as he thrusted into his hands, unable to keep his whole body from reacting to the omega's words and birth.

Tae loved getting his alphas off, which made him even happier that they could be so affected just by his words. Thankfully the contraction stopped, and he could relax again.

He could now feel the babysitting just behind his hole. It was so close. He was sure it would be out in a max of five pushes. He was always so loose from always being fucked and giving birth that he could manage this stretch.

With four sometimes very jealous alphas, he'd learnt to take as many as four dicks in one hole at a time. It took effort, but his alphas loved that he could take them all at one. It proved that there were no favourites. He loved them all equally.

He watched his men furiously pounding their meat and smiled wider. He just loved them so much. The next contraction hit harder than all the others before, and he felt he needed to get in a squatting position this time.

He held his knees, trying his hardest to keep himself up, but the baby didn't feel like it was moving. He pushed down again, trying his hardest, but it wasn't budging.

"Baby, are you ok?" Yoongi asked, seeing the boy becoming slightly annoyed. The others slowed down for a second, their priority still being their mates' safety.

Tae huffed and looked up with a furrowed brow. His smile is now nowhere to be seen. "She's not moving anymore," Tae whined, feeling the head of his babysitting just before his entrance. She was so close, yet she felt like she wouldn't be moving for a while.

The others all paused for a second, 100% focused on Tae. "I-I keep pushing, but she's not moving." He choked back a cry, not wanting to let his annoyance and pain show through.

Jin was the first up, and he moved over to Taehyung's side, laying a hand on his tummy and rubbing his back with his spare hand.

"Don't stress yourself out, baby. She'll be here in no time at all. Maybe she's just like her Hobi Appa and loves to make an entrance." Jin encouraged his omega to keep his hopes up, hoping the others would do the same.

Tae nodded, knowing he had to remain strong. He couldn't be weak. He had done this enough now to know what to do. He watched Jin step back, away from him, as another contraction started, and he took a deep breath before he began pushing.

“Ahh." He cried out, using his muscles to push her head through. He focused on how she was sitting right before his entrance and knew if he just got her out a little bit more, then she'd be out in no time, but getting her to that position was proving harder than he initially thought.

"You can do it, Tae. You're so good, baby." Namjoon called to his omega, the other two nodding and agreeing in different words.

Tae let out a scream when he pushed again. He squatted down into his position and pushed hard. His head was throbbing with the pressure, but he didn't want to give up. He didn't want to be weak.

The alphas all looked very worried. Tae never screamed when giving birth. Not even the first time. Jin watched him from the side, seeing how he was struggling.

Tae sobbed and huffed and puffed, trying and trying, but when the contraction stopped, she slid back in, undoing all his hard work. "No!" He cried, exhausted.

"What, what is it, baby?" Jin rushed to his side again. He put a hand around his waist and held him tightly. The others were making it to their feet but still giving the omega space.

"S-she won't come out." Tae whimpered. "I-I pushed s-so hard b-but she mov-moved back in." His little sobs were proof that he was getting tired now. He hadn't been like this before.

Jin held him close so he could lay his weight on him. Being an alpha, he was strong enough to keep his omega in his arms, and Tae was thankful.

Jin swayed him slightly, trying to keep his hips rolling so they wouldn't hurt as much until he had to start again. It didn't take long, but because he was already so tired, he didn't get far with this one.

He scrunched his face up, using all his strength, but he couldn't keep himself in the squatting position. The other three raced over when they heard another cry and saw their omega starting to fall.

Namjoon quickly grabbed Taehyung under his armpits, keeping him up, while Hoseok and Yoongi grabbed his legs. "Ah! She's not coming!" He screamed, but his mates showered him with kisses.

"You can do it, baby. You're so close." Hoseok cheered him on, rubbing his thigh, while Namjoon kissed his neck, Yoongi rubbed his sore feet, and Jin held his hands.

"I can't! I'm weak! I can't do it!" He cried louder, feeling like he had let his alphas down. They all loved watching, and now he was ruining it.

Jin nodded, "No, baby, you're not weak. You're so strong, baby. Keep pushing." They all knew their boy could do it. He just needed some help.

Tae pushed harder, feeling the head start to split his hole, and he prayed and prayed she wouldn't slip back in.

"Yes, baby, I can see her head," Hoseok said as he looked down and saw the baby crowning. Tae screamed harder, and she pushed out more, her forehead now sitting outside of him. He just had to push her nose and chin through, and her head would be out.

"Show us why we picked you, baby. Show us that our omega is the best. Prove your parents wrong and show them that you are not a ruined omega." Namjoon wanted to encourage him, knowing that using the past always made Tae try harder for anything.

They used it whenever their boy got discouraged or depressed and sometimes if they wanted him to do something. "Prove to your alphas you're still strong like before." He finished.

A loud scream ripped through Taehyung as he bore down with all his might. Her face pushed through his hole, and her head was ultimately out. He gasped in relief for a moment.

"Yes, yes, baby. You did it. Be a good little omega for us." Yoongi chanted for him. Tae would never disappoint his alphas. He was theirs in the end. He was theirs, and he would do what they wanted whenever.

"Push!" Jin called, and he did again. He felt the shoulders start to push against his stretched hole, but he wasn't giving up. She twisted slightly in his body, and her left shoulder popped out first.

Tae gasped but didn't lose focus. "Ahhhhh!" He screamed, and finally, her right shoulder broke through with his last push. She slipped from him, Jin's hands in the correct position to catch her, while the others kept Taehyung up.

"You did it, baby. You are so good." Hoseok, Namjoon and Yoongi immediately covered him in kisses. "So good, baby."

Jin clipped the umbilical cord and wrapped the crying girl in a towel. "Eve!" He yelled, and a young lady entered seconds later. She took the baby and left without saying anything.

Taehyung wasn't even aware, still lost in his alphas love. He was being kissed on every surface of his body, making him feel instantly better.

"Alright, she's off to the nursery," Jin explained. Tae didn't respond. He didn't feel the need to.

"Get him on his knees," Namjoon ordered. The others didn't hesitate, and Tae only let out a little whine, his body so stiff and sore.

"We still needed to finish ourselves off, baby." Taehyung remembered how he had interrupted them. Of course, they needed to finish.

He nodded and then stuck his tongue out lazily. He figured they'd want him to suck them off or something. He didn't know they were still so aroused that it took mere seconds of pumping their cocks for them to start ejaculating all over his sweat-soaked body.

It was surprising, but he didn't mind. He loved his alphas' cum, no matter where it was. "That's it, baby. Gonna cover you head to toe." Yoongi grunted, shooting his load on the boy.

"Such a pretty boy, showered by our cum." Hoseok cooed, looking at the white droplets of each of their cum, coating Taehyung. He really was covered head to toe.

Tae took it, not flinching or whining when it got in his eyes. He would take all that his alphas would give him. He was their toy, after all.

They finally finished, and Tae licked his lips and wiped the cum out of his eyes with his hands, licking that up too. The sight was erotic, and Namjoon let out a deep, sexy growl as he bent down to his mate.

"Such a good little omega, aren't you?" Tae nodded fiercely. "You were such a good boy for us today." He keened as Namjoon put his hand down to Tae's cheek, rubbing the cum into it and then pushing his fingers into the boy's mouth for him to clean them.

"Y-you're not mad at me?" He asked in a small voice after he looked at all his alphas, knowing that he had ruined the birth.

"No way, baby. Why would we be mad at you?" Hoseok asked, getting down to his knee to be at Taehyung's height, wanting to show him they were not angry.

"I...I couldn't push her out." Tae's eyes started to well up again, and he sniffled back a sob. "I ruined it. I wasn't strong enough to do it like we normally do."

The four alphas shook their heads and reassured him that they weren't mad. They knew that he was struggling, and he needed their help. If anything, it made them feel better to help out their omega.

"You don't need to birth the babies by yourself, baby. We were actually thrilled to help you out. It was almost better than watching you." Yoongi added, moving close to his ear and whispering to him, just loud enough for the others to hear.

Tae blushed, thinking about how he could always have his alphas helping him with his births. He would like that.

"You liked it?" He asked, feeling himself starting to get turned on from the thought of his alphas caringly helping him birth to their next children. "You want to help me with my births?"

The four alphas all shared a smirk, knowing precisely what they wanted to do. "Of course we do, baby. We love you, and we hate seeing you in pain." He waited a second. "How about a bath, hmm?" Jin said, reassuring the omega as the four got closer to him and started to run their hands all over his bare, cum covered body.

"But first, we need to put more babies in you, don't we?" Taehyung gasped as he was lifted off the floor and placed back on the bed, legs wide for his alphas. He breathed out a low hum, watching them get ready.

"Yes, alpha, put your babies into me. I want to be around for you again." The four loved it when he talked like that, their dicks hardening in a second.

"We are gonna fuck you, round baby boy. You'll be pregnant with the next child by tonight." Namjoon growled sexily, already placed between his legs.

Taehyung loved every second of it. He would give birth to their children forever, giving them everything they wanted from him. He was a healthy omega, always giving to his alphas, always giving pleasure.

He loved being pregnant. The feeling of growing with love made a baby inside him from his alphas. They didn't need to test to see who the baby was. It didn't matter. They never kept them.

All the babies were sent off to different houses where they would be brought up as civilian workers, orphans with no connections.

Taehyung didn't mind. He didn't need to see them. His alphas were all he needed. He can't even remember what it was like to be afraid of them once. He can't even believe he had called it rape so long ago.

They were his alphas. They knew what he wanted, they just needed to show him, and now he loves it. They always do right for him.

He never looked back on his old life now. None of it mattered. His parents, all his friends, nothing. He was where he needed to be.

He just happened to be in the right place, at the right time...

#pregnant TaeTae #bts pregnancy blog #bts mpreg

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bt5bby · 3 years ago

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Master list

BTS Pregnancy Stories

Never regret

Summary - Jungkook ends up single and pregnant while at the peak of his career. His Hyungs assure him it will be fine and that they will get thought it together and that one day he will find his real happy ending.

Ships - Jungkook x Yugyeom (Got7), rap line

Tags - Pregnant Jungkook, Mpreg, Gross food combination, Abandoned while pregnant, mentions of labour, Fluff, Sweet Hyungs 💖

Right place, Right time

Summary - Trust fund Omega Taehyung gets kidnapped by the Bangtan crew and held for ransom, but his captors soon find out his family isn’t very nice to him anyway. Maybe they will just keep him for themselves…

Ships - Taehyung x Hyung line

Tags - Mpreg, Noncon/rape, Unwilling to willing, Stockholm syndrome, Childbirth, Graphic birth, Sex while in labour, Cum shower (Bukakke)

Not in the Living-room!

Summary - Jimin has the dorm to himself for once. Being the only gay boy in the house, he takes the opportunity to have some fun with himself in the air coned living room with his brand new dildo. But you really should read the description when you buy things.

Ship - OT7

Tags - Pregnant Jimin, Mpreg, Magical pregnancy, Magical dildo, Child birth (pretty graphic), Masturbation

Unexpected Gift

Summary - Jimin always stays behind in soccer practise, it is why he is the best, but one evening something takes advantage of him in the showers. The problem is he can’t see it. How can you stop something you can’t see, and what will happen if it leaves him with an unexpected gift…

Ship - OT7 (platonic)

Tags - rape/noncon, magical pregnancy, ghost/phantom, childbirth, rapid pregnancy, teen pregnancy (17 year old Jimin), kinda bondage.

Lonely

Summary - What happens when the big leader can’t defend himself against a threat? He flees, leaving the members to wonder what happened to their once strong leader, but they never give up on finding him, no matter what he’s been through.

Ship - Platonic/Family OT7

Tags - Graphic child birth, Mpreg, mentions of rape and sexual slavery(kinda), mention of threats/violence, sick children.

Prompts

Garden fairy

Birth control fails 1% of the time…

A robbery at Hybe!

Sex Addict Hybrid Joonie

Check the Contract

Korea’s Next Top Model

Like Mother, Like Son

Alien Roommate

#bts mpreg #bts pregnancy

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bt5bby · 3 years ago

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Hello 👋🏻

This will be my first post on here. These are all BTS pregnancy related stories and will all feature mpreg. (maybe on the rare occasion fpreg)

I hope this will be good. It is a little old so my writing might be worse.🥴

This first one is gonna be about Jungkookie and it will feature a cameo from the got7 boys, only at the end. It’s called Never regret. The title is shit hit let’s hope the writing is better.

Ships - Jungkook x Yugyeom (Got7), rap line

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Pregnant Jungkook, Mpreg, Gross food combination, Abandoned while pregnant, mentions of labour, Fluff, Sweet Hyungs 💖

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Jungkook had been on the floor of the bathroom for the past 20 minutes. He could hear Hoseok banging on the door, demanding he opened it, but he just couldn't move. He couldn't even take his eyes off the small stick in front of him. He sobbed harder when he heard the others calling for him.

Jungkook managed to outlast them all, the six other boys finally giving up and going to their dance practice without him. This made him feel better that he didn't have to worry them anymore, but now he felt incredibly lonely.

Slowly he lifted himself off the floor, moving to the fridge to collect a bottle of water and some snacks, then moved to his room, where he stayed until they all came back. He was in there for a good 2 hours before they returned and found him.

"Jungkook?" A voice called, he didn't pay attention as to who it was, it didn't matter in the moment. He heard whisperers outside, trying to come up with a solution. "Maybe he fell asleep." Someone said, this time he assumed Namjoon or Yoongi.

Jungkook was, at that moment, so thankful that he remembered to lock the door. He soon did doze off, nothing better to do and he was grateful that his mind didn't dream that day. He didn't want the to be reminded of anything. He welcomed the darkness.

The boys were all concerned about Jungkook for the remaining week. He seemed more quiet and anxious. They all tried to see what was wrong, but he just told them that he was going through an emotional phase and that it would go away soon.

They didn't want to believe him, but after a few more weeks, he seemed to go right back to normal. He was playing along, joining the others in whatever they were doing. The only thing that changed now was his physical contact.

The boy used to be so cuddly that it was usually hard to get him off, but now he distanced himself from most affectionate contact. He hurt Jimin's feelings once when he rejected a hug, claiming 'he just didn't feel like it'.

Everyone seemed to forget the scene of him crying in the bathroom and Jungkook was thankful for that. It had been a super stressful time for him, but he finally saw reason.

He might not be able to be with his band forever, but now while he had them, he was going to make the most of it. He didn't want to act fake around them, so he allowed himself to go back to how he was, with just a few reserves.

It made him feel better, back to normal. His friends fell right back into their same old rhythm, playing about, joking about silly things. They would all gather together after a practice session to go get food and Jungkook loved it.

No one questioned when he started to eat more. They thought it was weird that there was now some food he avoided like the Black Plague, but "tastebuds change", Seokjin told everyone and they all accepted that too.

Everything was going well for Jungkook, until he started showing. He convinced himself that it was fine, he could hide it with baggy shirts and he would just have to stay away from physical contact even more. Easier said then done.

The shirts were simple, he already owned many baggy clothes, he liked wearing them so that was nothing unusual, but he wasn't sure how he could minimise the physical contact even more without it looking suspicious.

Not to mention they had several things going on lately. He was thankful that he had gotten most of the album promotions over, and now he was just preparing for concerts. However the one day when he had a big photo shoot on for the concert, seemed to really push the boundaries.

"Kook-ah! It's time for your wardrobe." A stylist called. He gulped seeing the tight pants and the fitted shirt. "Ah, do you think you have anything not so fitted?" He asked nervously.

The girl looked at him confused. "No, this was your set outfit from our fitting three months ago." Before he even knew. "I know, but I just... I had a big lunch yesterday and now I'm a bit bloated." He lied.

The girl looked at him with a suspicious face. "You know you're not supposed to have lots of food before a shoot. What were you thinking?" She scolded. Jungkook bowed his head, anxiety flushing his face pale.

"I think I have a bigger pair of pants, the shirt will just have to be enough though." She said. He was thankful, but still worried about the shirt.

"Maybe..." he said after getting dressed into the bigger pants, which thankfully covered his growing middle, "I can wear the shirt out, and then wear this jacket." He smiled, throwing on a jacket he found lying about.

"That's for Taehyung." She shook her head, but Jungkook was going to convince her. "I know, but it looks good right? Like come on, Tae can have the vest or something. He loves vests." Jungkook smiled, hoping it would make her give in.

"Hey Kook?" Taehyung said as he joined the two in the change room. "Isn't that my jacket?" He frowned looking at the younger. "Ah yeah, but it looks good right?" Jungkook gave him the look, hoping he would agree.

Yeah, it looks good, but..." he started but Jungkook smiled and wrapped his arm around his shoulder. "You want to wear the vest right? You said you liked it."

Taehyung frowned turning to the vest. "Well I do like it bu-" Jungkook nodded, giving his a firm smack on the chest. "So I'll wear the jacket and you wear the vest. Problem solved." He smiled at the stylist. Taehyung opened his mouth, but Jungkook just smiled brightly at him.

The singer frowned at the younger, but sighed. "Fine." He picked up the vest and left to put it on. "Fine Jungkook, you can wear the jacket." The girl also gave in.

Jungkook felt a wave of relief wash over him and then left to the makeup room. The shoot went along fine, but Taehyung didn't really speak to him much for the rest of the shoot.

He felt bad, but he had to do it. They couldn't know yet.

Another few weeks he managed. It was while they were at the dance studio. He couldn't avoid that. He had to dance and honestly, he enjoyed it too much to let it go. That didn't mean it was the right thing to do though.

His doctor had told him that he should stop most intense physical activities, but he just couldn't. Everyone would know something was up if he stopped dancing, or even slowed down a little.

Hoseok was pushing them to get this new choreo down before they were supposed to start their next tour. They had already been practicing for 3 hours and he was getting really tired.

Jungkook watched as the others moved to their bags, grabbing bottles of water to rehydrate. He sighed, catching his breath and then began to move to get a drink as well. He took a step but his legs felt like jelly.

Jungkook's legs buckled under him and he gasped as he fell forward. Thankfully Jin was in front of him, turning quickly and catching the youngest. Jungkook clung onto Jin shirt tightly, thankful that he didn't hurt himself.

"Are you ok Kook?" Jin asked nervously. Jungkook nodded. "S-sorry, I just tripped on my feet." He said. Jin chuckled at his clumsiness and nodded. He helped him back into his feet properly and then moved to the side.

Jungkook grabbed a drink quenching his thirst. He calmed himself down, feeling slightly on edge after nearly falling and gave himself a good 10 minute break. The others all moved about talking or practicing again before Hoseok called them all up.

"Kook, you ready?" Namjoon asked, looking at the boy still sitting on the bench. Jungkook sighed. His feet were killing him and his back was starting to ache. He knew this wasn't a good idea, but he couldn't be suspicious. He wanted to be around for as long as possible.

"Yep." He called. He stood up and moved to the starting spot. They began once again making their way through the dance. It came to Jungkook's chorus part and he slid to the middle.

The others moved around him but Namjoon's foot got caught, tripping the youngest. Jungkook stumbled, falling back into Jin, this time both boys fell to the floor hard.

"Shit!" Hoseok exclaimed looking at the two. Jungkook yelped, mostly in shock. He hadn't hurt himself and Jin took most of the fall, but the action shocked him.

Everyone quickly moved to his aid, watching the youngest burst into tears. "Are you hurt?" Jin asked sitting up, lifting the younger with him. He checked over him.

"It's ok." Jimin cooed looking at the boy while Taehyung brushed his hair. Jin ran a hand over Jungkooks body, trying to find the sore spot when he felt his tummy. Jungkook's breath hitched feeling a hand on his bump.

Jin's eyes widened looking straight at the boy in shock. Jungkook stopped his crying and quickly tried to move away from his Hyung, but Jin held him tighter, lifting his shirt up.

"Don't!" Jungkook shouted, but Jin had already lifted the fabric. The eldest stared down at the rounded tummy in front of him, mouth falling open.

"J-Jungkook?" He asked looking at the boy. Jungkook ripped away from the eldest and quickly got to his feet, moving away from everyone.

"What is it?" Jimin asked, looking between the two, but they weren't listening. "You... you're-" Jin started but Jungkook cut him off. "Don't say it!" He yelled.

The others watched the two boys carry on and felt confused about what was happening. "What is going on? Jin?" Namjoon asked looking to the eldest.

Jin ignored him as well, not taking his eyes off Jungkook for a moment. "Hyung, please forget it. It's not what you think." Jungkook begged, pleading with the eldest.

"Tell us what is going on now." Hoseok said, starting to feel left out. Taehyung frowned watching the two. He knew it had something to do with Jungkook and his shirt. He figured the boy had gotten a tattoo without anyone noticing.

He was curious and didn't like the secret that was clearly being kept by Jungkook. He moved to the boy, not giving Jungkook enough time to react. He grabbed the shirt and lifted it, revealing not what he thought.

A series of gasps were heard through the room, everyone looking at the youngest. "Get away!" Jungkook screamed, pulling his shirt from Taehyung's hand. The others all stood frozen, not believing their eyes.

"Jungkook?" Namjoon asked, looking at him shocked but his voice was calm and that made Jungkook more scared. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" He cried, bursting into tears, hands moving to cover his face.

Jungkook felt overwhelmed with emotions. He felt so scared that his Hyungs were going to yell at him, judge him, kick him out. He didn't know how they were gonna react. He really wished he had more time to sort things out before he told them, but he couldn't predict this.

"What is happening?" Jimin asked. He understood but it hadn't really sunk in yet. "Who did this to you?" Yoongi growled. He didn't care why it happened, he needed to know if it was consensual or not. "Did someone force you?"

The young boy looked at his friends, tears streaming down his face. "No, I wasn't forced." He cried slightly harder. The six boys stayed quiet for a moment, taking in the information. "He told me he loved me. He was nice and he treated me good." Jungkook sobbed.

Jin felt horrible for his dongsaeng. He moved to Jungkook and wrapped him in a hug, holding the weeping boy to his chest. "Tell us what happened Jungkook." Namjoon looked to the youngest with soft eyes.

The small boy sniffled, trying to calm his sobs. "I met him when I was out with Eunwoo, Yugyeom and Bambam. He showed interest in me so we had a few drinks." Jungkook hiccuped through his words. "We went on a few dates on my days off, but he told me he didn't want people to know he was dating an idol." Jungkook looked up slightly, watching his friends. "He said it would complicate things."

The boys frowned. They could already see where this was going. "He invited me back to his place one night and we had sex. It was sweet and soft. I thought he was perfect." Jungkook's lip wobbled as he continued to explain. "He never told me that he wasn't going to use a condom though."

Jungkook heard Yoongi audibly growl, watching him scrunch his fists up. "I asked him why he didn't wear one but he said he forgot." He heard Jin sigh above him and felt like an idiot. They all knew that he had been taken advantage of. The man used his nativity to play games.

"Have you told him?" Jimin asked softly. Jungkook hiccuped again, holding back his sobs. "I went to his house and he told me I was a liar. He said it wasn't his and that I was a whore who probably slept around with others." He felt Jin's hold on him tighten.

Jungkook looked up at all his friends. The boys hated seeing his big brown eyes full of tears, his face bright red from crying, his expression covered in hurt. "I just wanted to spend the last couple of months being normal together with you all before I had to leave. I didn't want my feelings to impact the way we spent our time." He lowered his head in shame, waiting for the yelling to start.

"Oh Kookie." Jin whined, turning the younger to look at him. "I'm sorry Hyung. I know I'm a fuck up." He sobbed, but Jin shushed him. "You're not a fuck up Kook." Jin said. The others all moved closer to him. "You just made a mistake. Things happen." Namjoon smiled.

Jungkook looked up at the leader. "But I have ruined everything." Jungkook whimpered. "You haven't ruined anything Kookie." Hoseok moved a hand to wipe his cheeks. Jungkook looked at the others. He was most nervous about Namjoon and Yoongi's reaction and it showed on his face as he looked at the two.

Namjoon took a deep breath and grabbed the younger pulling him into his arms for a tight hug. "We are not angry with you Jungkook. We wish you told us sooner." Yoongi said looking at the younger clutching at Namjoon's shirt like a baby.

Jungkook frowned. "I was scared. I didn't want to be kicked out and left alone. That man turned scary once I told him and I didn't want him to hurt my..." he paused for a moment "my baby." Jungkook chuckled softly for a moment.

"What?" Taehyung asked looking at the boy with furrowed brows. Jungkook sighed. "It's just the first time I've said anything about it." He said glancing down to his bump. "It's the first time I've acknowledged that I'm..." he took a shaky breath. "I'm pregnant." His voice quiet.

"It's ok Kookie, it's gonna be ok." Jimin smiled at him, moving to rub his back. "How though?" Jungkook asked, looking at the elder. "I-I don't have anything now. I don't have anyone, I won't have a job. I don't think I can work a normal job." He shook, beginning his panicked crying again.

"You won't need a job Kook." Namjoon said. "How am I supposed to look after this baby then? I have no one." Jungkook pulled away from everyone. He felt too smothered by the six boys around him. "You have us." Jin said.

Jungkook scoffed. "You're straight Hyung. You, Jimin, Tae. Namjoon, Yoongi and Hoseok are already in a relationship. No one will have time for me." Jungkook felt his heart ache at the truth in the words. He knew he couldn't rely on them. They wouldn't want him.

"No way Kook. Of course we have time for you." Taehyung reassured. "We would never leave you alone, especially now." Jimin smiled kindly. "You can even join Namjoon, Yoongi and I." Hoseok spoke gently, the two others nodding. "We would love for you to be with us Kook." Yoongi finished.

Jungkook glanced to all of his Hyungs, feeling so emotional. He figured it had to be the hormones right. "You would be willing to raise a baby that wasn't yours?" Jungkook asked nervously.

"Absolutely. That baby is apart of you isn't it. You're apart of our family so, so is the baby." Jin grinned, brightening the mood slightly. "I would happily sacrifice my life to raising a baby with you." Taehyung added. "It's what best friends are for." Jimin finished, wrapping an arm around Taehyungs shoulder, both boys looking to the youngest with affection.

Jungkook couldn't believe his friends would do that for him. "R-really?" He stuttered. The others all nodded without hesitation. "We are with you all the way Kook. This is our baby now too." Jungkook felt warmth from Hoseok's smile as if the sun was finally shining on him again.

"What do I do about work though? Big Hit is going to kick me out soon." Jungkook pouted. Namjoon took a step forward, easily falling into his leader roll again. "They won't. They'd have to deal with all of us and we are far too big for them to lose now." The others murmured in agreement.

"Hyungs will look after everything Kookie. You just focus on raising that baby healthily." Jungkook blushed, moving his hands down to his bump. Jin took a step towards him, reaching an arm out. "Can I feel again?" He asked. Jungkook nodded, moving his own hands to allow the elder to touch him.

Jin lifted up the shirt and Jungkook chuckled at his Hyungs expression. "It's so weird to see you without abs." He smiled and Jungkook pouted. "I know. That's the worst part." He said jokingly. The others all laughed too.

"Oh Kook, are you ok after the fall? We should get you to a hospital or something." Hoseok quickly worried. The youngest shook his head though, calming the dancer. "No it's fine. It didn't hurt, I was just surprised. That's why I cried." He admitted. "That and hormones."

Soon Jimin joined Jin, feeling the bump on Jungkook's front and after a few more minutes, everyone was having a feel. "I can't believe your really pregnant." Taehyung said looking up at Jungkook, from down by his belly. "I know right. Who'd of thought?" The younger smiled.

They talked to company the very next day, Namjoon convinced them that it would be easier if they did it sooner. Bang Si-hyuk was surprised to say the least, but after a lot of convincing by Namjoon, and some well placed crying by Jungkook, he allowed him to stay and even made it so the boys would now go on holidays instead of another tour.

He promised them that they would only have to work for another month before they could have time off. Jungkook was so relieved. His heart was going to burst out of his chest waiting upon what the outcome would be.

"Thank you so much sir." He sobbed into his bosses arms. The big man gave a chuckle and wrapped his arms around Jungkook. "Mistakes happen. This one is just a good lesson learned isn't it?" He looked down and Jungkook nodded furiously.

They left the office, Jungkook was ready to start his next practice for their performance but Hoseok stopped him. "No Kook, no more practice for you. Everyone will have the day off today."

Jungkook frowned. "But the songs. We have to practice." He urged. "No we don't, especially you. We will just change the choreography. We will do the songs standing still. It will show off our vocal skills more anyway." Hoseok announced.

Jungkook felt so bad for ruining his friends performance. "But you worked so hard on it." His eyes starting to fill with tears again. "It will be ok. We can do it again a different time." The youngest's lip wobbled, feeling guilty.

"I'm sorry Hyung. I didn't mean to ruin it." The others quickly stepped in to calm him down. "You didn't ruin it. We all decided it would be easier for you." Yoongi blabbered.

"Come on let's go home." Jin said ushering all the boys out of the building, hoping no one would see the Maknae crying.

The boys had spoilt Jungkook ever since. He could ask for anything and they would give it to him. He was waited on hand and foot and he loved his Hyungs so much more because of it.

"Kookie did you take your pills today?" Jin called from the kitchen. Jungkook shook his head, toothbrush in his mouth. He spat the white minty foam out and quickly padded to the kitchen as best as he could. "Not yet Hyung." He called to the elder.

"Well here, take your pills and I'll make you some porridge." Jungkook whined. "I don't want porridge anymore. I want something good." Jin turned around to stare at the boy with a scowl. "I want some coffee with some sushi and a whole lot of chocolate to top it off." Jungkook stomped his foot.

At the sound of whining, Namjoon and Yoongi entered the room. "What's going on?" Joon asked. Jin frowned, moving his hard gaze to the others. "Jungkook doesn't want my cooking." Jungkook pouted. "It's not your cooking Hyung. I just want to eat like I used too."

"Well you can't. You lost that privilege when you got pregnant." Jin frowned. Jungkook's face dropped hearing the words leave Jin's mouth. Jungkook felt his lip wobble so he turned around to try and hide it from the others, but Yoongi was right there, pulling him into a hug.

"Hyung, that wasn't nice." Namjoon scolded Jin. The eldest sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I know. I'm sorry Kook, I didn't mean it to sound like that." Jin apologised. They all heard the younger boy sniffle against Yoongi's shoulder.

"I know Hyung." Jungkook mumbled out. "I'm just upset because it's true. That's how I feel and it just hurt to have it be said by someone else." Namjoon watched as the eldest deflated. Jin felt guilty and upset that he'd been mean to their Maknae.

"I'm sorry Kookie. I didn't mean to be so mean. I just want you to be healthy and safe, for yourself and the baby." Jungkook pulled away from the rapper and looked up. "I know Hyung. I forgive you." He smiled and the others were amazed that the only sign that he had been so upset was the little tears on his cheeks.

"Come here baby." Jin said, pulling the youngest into a hug. "You can eat whatever you want, so long as it's not a no no from the doctor." Jin felt Jungkook smile against his chest.

"I want..." the boy frowned, it was harder to decided on what to get when you have finally have access to everything. His eyes went wide when he finally made a choice. "Oh I want an omelette." He smiled. Jin nodded instantly, "I can do that."

15 minutes later a plate was set down in front of the small boy. "There you go, one omelette, ham, cheese and mushrooms in the middle as requested." Jungkook bounced happily on his seat. "Want some sauce Kook?" Yoongi offered bringing over the bottle of tomato sauce.

The boy shook his head. "I'll get it." He jumped up, rushing to the pantry. The others furrowed their brows watching him dig around for something. When he turned around their jaws dropped. "Jungkook, I don't think that's a good idea." Jin shook his head.

The younger ignored him, sitting back down and starting to undo the lids. First was a big scoop of peanut butter, chunky, then some soy sauce, a glob of sour cream and to finish it off, sprinkles. "That's gonna make you feel sick Kook." Namjoon added.

The small boy wasn't even listening to his Hyungs. He took the first mouthful on his fork and moved it to his mouth, opening wide to fit it all in. The moan that came from his mouth almost sounded dirty to the others. "So good." He said around the food in his mouth.

Jin sighed and looked at the other two, who were just as disgusted as he was. "Only 4 more months of this." He sighed.

"Hyung!" Jungkook called. He was lying on the couch, feet resting after a long day. Six men appeared quickly, ready to answer anything he needed. "Yes Kook?" Yoongi asked. The younger boy looked up at his Hyungs. "I'm lonely. I want a hug."

The others all cooed at the younger, moving close to him. "I only want Hobi Hyung." He said, grabbing the smiling boy. The others faces dropped, watching as the youngest clung to the dancer who he yanked to the couch with him.

"Hobi doesn't even give good hugs." Jimin pouted, stomping his foot. Hoseok shot him a foul look, mentally remembering to kick Jimin once he's free from this hug. "Yeah he's so boney." Tae finished. Another name on the list.

"He's perfect. Just the right amount of warmth." Jungkook smiled. Namjoon and Yoongi chuckled. "We'd have to agree, Hobi gives great hugs." Namjoon said, Yoongi nodding beside him.

A moment later they heard a groan. Hoseok quickly pulled away from the boy under him. "What is it Kook?" He asked, seeing the boys face scrunch up. "He's kicking me again." Jungkook whined. "It's really hard now, and right in the ribs."

Hoseok immediately moved his hands to Jungkook's seven month belly and began to rub circles around it. "Take deep breaths baby." Jin said from the doorway. Jungkook let out a shaky breath, feeling overwhelmed.

"I honestly think he's trying to kick his way out of me." He whimpered, eyes filling with tears. "Oh Kookie, he's not meaning to hurt you. He's just excited." Taehyung cooed. "He just loves cuddles from his uncle Hobi." Yoongi added.

Jungkook chuckled softly until another big kick came. He chocked slightly on the air and coughed. "It hurts." He cried. The others felt helpless. They couldn't stop the baby kicking, they could only watch while the younger boy suffered.

"Oh." He gasped quickly. He tried to sit up, holding onto Hoseok, but his belly got in the way. Jin rushed over to help him sit up. "I need to pee, quick." He said. They knew the baby must have been kicking his bladder.

"I got it." Taehyung said once Jungkook was on his feet. He quickly wrapped an arm around his waist and helped him waddle to the bathroom.

The others watched as the two youngest left. "We should move him back to his room and let him sleep. It will help." Namjoon suggested. Jin agreed, telling Jimin to set up the bed in his room as it was the biggest. "Make sure you get the pregnancy pillow from his room and grab his stuffed bunny. He's been sleeping with it much more often."

Jimin scurried off to fix the bed up and soon the two came back. "Ok Kookie, we are gonna move you to my room. You can have a nap ok?" The younger pouted but nodded. Taehyung began to help him move to the room, Namjoon joining on the other side to help.

They got him to Jin's room where Jimin was placing the bunny on the pillows. Namjoon and Tae carefully set him down, helping him get into a comfortable position. Jimin tucked the pillow under his big tummy, taking the weight off his front and he sighed, relieved his back was no longer aching.

"Where's bun?" He said, looking around. Jimin handed him the stuffed bunny and he cuddled it close, burying his nose into it. He told the others the smell was comforting, so they left him.

"Wait I still want Hobi Hyung to cuddle me." He said. Namjoon nodded and called out to the other. "Hobi, Kook still wants you to cuddle him." He yelled down the hall. The dancer appeared seconds later, not wasting anytime and cuddling the younger in bed from behind, laying a hand over his tummy.

Jungkook smiled and snuggled closer. "Ah it feels better to be off my feet, they hurt." He sighed. Taehyung moved to the end of the bed grabbing his foot. "I'll rub them for you. They look pretty swollen." Jungkook just hummed, giving Tae the okay.

"Good night Kookie, sleep well ok?" Namjoon smiled, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Jungkook smiled happily at the affection and slowly started to drift off, the kicking dying down to just a soft movement. He could get used to this pampering.

Jungkook couldn't bring himself to regret keeping his baby. He never heard from the man again, not that he wanted too. His Hyungs were all he needed.

When Jin had finally started seeing a girl, he made sure she was 100% ok with the fact that he had a little brother he needed to take care of. Jimin ended up with Namjoon's sister, the two always accepting of the younger. Taehyung was still just playing around. He liked the idea of love, but he could only keep it going for a few weeks until he was bored.

This worked out perfectly well for Jungkook thought. Every night he would come back and shower the younger in the affection he couldn't release anywhere else, and finally Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi. The three boys had Jungkook move out with them once the band disbanded, everyone moving out of the dorm.

He loved living with his Hyungs. They help him with his baby boy, treating him just like their own and when the three came to him explaining that they couldn't carry their own babies, he happily agreed to be a surrogate.

Jungkook looked upon the next three years of his life with joy. He would be helping his best friends, brothers even, become parents. He could never regret it.

Even if he had forgotten how painful birth was, he couldn't hate it. Not when he bumped into one Kim Yugyeom, coming in for his last trimester check up with his Got7 Hyungs.

"Yugyeom, I didn't know you were pregnant." Jungkook smiled, Namjoon helping him lower himself into the chair in the waiting room. The boy frowned, looking down at his hands. "Yeah, I didn't want everyone to know. It's kind of embarrassing." He admitted.

Jungkook frowned looking at him. "Why?" He asked. Jinyoung laid a hand on the youngest's back, rubbing it softly. "He had a boyfriend, but when he got pregnant the guy ran off. Didn't even give it a chance." Yugyeom cringed as Jaebum spoke.

Jungkook's jaw dropped. "No way!" He said a little too loudly. Yugyeom looked to him and saw him smiling. "The same thing happened to me. It was 7 years ago now though." Yugyeom's face lit up slightly. Yoongi stepped out from behind Hoseok with the little boy. "This is my baby, Kanghyun." Jungkook smiled, taking the small boy and placing him on his lap.

"Really? He's so cute. He looks just like you." Yugyeom smiled. "He's my world now." Jungkook chuckled giving the little boy a kiss on the cheek. "It can be hard when you feel like you have no one, but once the baby arrives, they change everything." He smiled.

Yugyeom looked up with teary eyes. It was the first time he felt happy about being pregnant. "Whose is the one in there? Where is your husband? Or are you with the boys?" He asked.

Jungkook chuckled, looking down to his baby bump. "Well actually, this is for the boys. I'm just carrying for them now." He said proudly. "Jungkook's being induced today because even a Yoongi baby doesn't want to wake up from a sleep it would seem." Namjoon chuckled.

The others chuckled as the eldest frowned, glaring at the youngest rapper. "D-do you think we could meet up at some point Kook?" Yugyeom asked, anxiously.

"Absolutely. I would love that. Call me anytime." He smiled. A nurse came out calling for Yugyeom, ending their conversation, but once both boys had promised to contact each other, they all left feeling much better.

Jungkook helped Yugyeom through all of his labour, giving tips and tricks as he had now gone thought it twice.

Jungkook couldn't regret getting pregnant the first time. It gave him the light of his life, his baby. And if it wasn't for his first baby, he would never have agreed to be a surrogate for the others. And if he never agreed to be a surrogate, he would never have met his future husband.

The two boys, pregnant by deadbeats, found comfort within each other and eventually ended up together, happy after all the odds.

Nothing to regret.

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