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If Snow Decides to Fall

10. “We’re out of time.”

Author's Note: Chapter 10! Fitting, since it feels like this took a decade to get finished! If you don’t like drama, don’t read this one ;)

Chapter Warnings: pregnancy, medical drama

Taglist: @marihoneywk @amarawayne @chimmy-licious

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The middle-aged woman was scandalized to have learned what had been going on since she last saw her daughter. It almost didn't sound real. One gut punch after the other, and she'd only been there about an hour.

"I don't know what to say," she said, "I don't know how you've both managed."

Jimin answered, "We keep each other as sane."

Your mother was flabbergasted, "I still find this whole thing troubling. And as her mother, I can't say there aren't parts of this that I regret for her."

The younger man nodded, stained with an uneasy chagrin. His tone was meek, and he couldn't even look her in the eye as he tried to keep his voice from breaking, "I know. I understand, and I ask for your forgiveness. I'm aware that for her, a relationship with a different man would be a lot less complicated. I have watched her struggle so much over the past five, almost six months. Your daughter really is the strongest person I've ever known. The way she deals with this with so much grace..."

She seemed to agree with him, "I regret that she has to keep so many secrets and that the distress has manifested physically. Her poor body is already going through so much. But I no longer regret that she chose you."

Jimin looked across the room at her like a puppy, disoriented.

She offered him a weak yet authentic smile, "You love her in a way a mother can only dream someone will love her little girl. I could see it the first time I was here, but I will admit, I wasn't pleased by it. Now I am glad she has you. Maybe not your career, and everything troubling that has stemmed from it, but you, as a person."

"Thank you," he let out a sigh of relief, "I can't tell you how much it means to hear you say that. Am I to assume that he doesn’t feel the same, given he didn’t come with you?”

“My husband? Sadly yes. He’s…having a bit more trouble now that this rumor has spread.”

Jimin gulped, scared of the answer to the question he was about to ask, “Does he believe it?”

The woman sighed, thinking of a way to frame it non-combatively, “He needs some more time. I still have faith he will come around, as I have. As a father, I’m afraid that this news has only deepened his mistrust for now. When I return home I will share my thoughts with him. That will help.”

He nodded, “I get it.”

"So what happens next? Surely, there must be a way to get this rumor to go away, or punish this Seoyeon woman."

He twiddled his thumbs, "Well, no one can say for sure if she's the source in the story. It's still just speculation, but it seems probable. For now, Management is releasing a statement of denial."

"Do you think that will do the trick?"

Jimin shrugged, “I’m reluctant to assure you it will, but I feel good about it. For the company to take a firm stance on such a serious issue will hopefully persuade many people that the story is false. If I was the father of that child and the company lied about it, then they could be held liable for that in court.”

“I see,” her eyes carried a sense of dread, “Will this go to court?”

“Again, it’s hard to say. I hope not. That’s the last thing we all need.”

Your mother digested it, “Then it’s probably best we don’t let our minds go there just yet. We have enough going on in the present.”

Jimin concurred, “Yeah.”

Then a pause ensued. Feeling awkward once more, your boyfriend rose from his seat, “Can I get you anything? Sorry, it was rude of me not to ask earlier.”

“Oh, yes. Some water would be great. Thank you.”

He padded off into the kitchen to fix two glasses of water. He also peered into the pantry to grab a box of those cookies he always kept stocked. His sweet tooth wasn’t necessarily in play this time. He just needed something to mindlessly chew on, and he thought he’d offer to share them.

When he handed your mother her water, he showed her the box, “Want any?”

She smiled, “Those happen to be my guilty pleasure. Yes, please.”

“I’ll set them in the coffee table then,” he chuckled, “They’re my favorites too. I’ve been buying them like crazy nowadays. Y/N’s developed an affinity for them.”

“Ah,” she sighed, taking a cookie from the box, “That would make sense. I had a terrible sugar addiction when I was pregnant with her. They say mothers and daughters experience pregnancy in similar ways.”

“Really? That sounds like an old wive’s tale.”

She shrugged, “Could be, but every now and then those reign true. They also say that a sweet tooth during pregnancy means you’re having a girl, and I had one.”

Jimin couldn’t hold his laugh after swigging down some water, “I’ll make sure I mention that to her.”

Though glad this meeting was somewhat positive, he had to wonder how you’d react when you came home.

“Thank you guys for doing this.” you said before shoveling a mouthful of heukmi in.

The small group of fellow girlfriends nodded. Hana smiled, “Of course. Figured this would be a good time to talk.”

She was the one to reach out to you and invite you to lunch. You were in a small cafe located not too far from work.

Aejun and Yunhee gave you sympathetic looks. The three women were gutted for you.

“How are you both holding up?” Yunhee asked with detectable hesitation. She didn’t want to upset you more than you already had been.

“The best we can,” you answered honestly, “I take comfort in knowing that the company will work hard to disprove it. But I wish I stayed home today. I’m worried for Jimin.”

You’d been thinking of him most of the day, wondering if he was going stir crazy cooped up in the apartment.

“He doesn’t deserve this. I can’t imagine the kind of pressure he’s under.” remarked Hana.

“What do you need from us?” Aejun asked, “I mean, is there anything we can do?”

“Your friendship means more than anything. Seriously, I know we just met, but you three are the only peers I have. My parents don’t speak to me anymore, and I have a friend in my coworker, Chaeyoung, but I can’t tell her for obvious reasons. You guys are it for me.” you laughed a little, though there was little humor to be felt.

“Hey, three is all you need,” Yunhee beamed, “We are all in the same boat. We have coworkers and other friends that we can’t share this part of our lives with.”

“The scary thing is that someday soon, everyone will know about this part of my life.” you said.

Hana, sitting next to you in the booth, scooted and warmly nudged you, “Yeah, and you’ll have an adorable little baby.”

You began to smile wider. Their positivity was a godsend.

“Oh,” suddenly Aejun became alert as she looked down at her phone, mindful to keep her volume appropriately low, “They just released the statement.”

You inhaled deeply, as if to try to make your peace with it before hearing it. In this brief moment of anxiety, you felt a rush of dizziness return. It faded quickly as you took another subtle deep breath, luckily.

“What does it say?” Yunhee asked.

Aejun looked at you cautiously, “Is it alright if I read it?”

You hummed, giving her permission that she really didn’t need.

Reading from the company’s social post, she began:

“Hello, this is BigHit Music. This is a statement clarifying our position on a recent publication about BTS member Jimin. This article reports that Jimin has fathered a child, but this is unequivocally false. The woman at the center of the report is confirmed to be married. Therefore, to claim that he is the father of her child is deeply insulting to his character and integrity. We are currently investigating into the source of this libelous report, and will take legal action if it becomes necessary to prove our artist’s noninvolvement. Thank you.”

Hana tried to assure you by saying, “That’s a strong start.”

To your surprise, you were actually happy with how it turned out, “Yeah, it’s pretty good.”

“I think it will convince a lot of people that he has nothing to do with her,” said Yunhee as she sipped on an iced tea through a black plastic straw, “Especially those who are on the fence.”

You nodded, taking a sip of your ice water, “I hope you’re right. I take some comfort in knowing that they probably let Jimin approve it beforehand. If he’s satisfied with it, then so am I.”

As a foursome, you went about eating more of the food in front of you, mindful of the time, as you all had to go back to work eventually.

“In other news, the Black Swan video looks awesome,” Hana grinned, “Thanks for dressing our guys well.”

Another gut twist. You’d completely forgotten that it was due for release around this time. Sanghee had to have mentioned the release date to you at some point, but it must have gone in one ear and out the other.

You put a hand to your forehead, “What timing…”

Aejun giggled, “It seems that slipped your mind. No one could blame you.”

You appeared dumbfounded at yourself, “I don’t know how, but it did. Oh God, I hope it’s being received well, given everything else that’s going on.”

You were worried for Jimin, praying that he wasn’t receiving more hate on their own channel.

Hana assured, “When I watched it, there were a few comments questioning why they’d put it out now, but most comments were pretty typical.”

Aejun, with her dry wit, said, “You know, the thousands of strangers saying hot our boyfriends are.”

“Yeah, so don’t worry. Jimin isn’t being ripped apart on his own music video.” agreed Hana.

You breathed a sigh of relief, “Good. I just hope it stays that way.”

There was a brief, comfortable pause as each of you pondered the situation at hand.

“So basically social media is a BTS wormhole right now.” laughed Yunhee.

Then Hana and Aejun started to laugh too. Their energy being too delightful and infectious, you permitted yourself to laugh along. Sometimes, there was just nothing else to do. Your body needed that rush of endorphins, no matter how short-lived.

The four of you laughed until your stomachs hurt.

There was nothing you longed for more than the sanctuary of his arms. You’d received your daily helping of heartburn after lunch, as well as a tiny bit of back pain.

When you walked into your home, you slipped off your shoes and carelessly dropped your bag next to them. You set your keys down on the console table and unbuttoned your pants. Still bloated from lunch, even your newer maternity pants felt a bit tight.

As you walked through the entry hallway, you took off your lightweight cardigan, leaving you in a simple tank top and undone pants.

You didn’t hear Jimin call out for you, which he normally did if he was ever home before you. but you could have sworn you caught the sight of your mother’s signature black purse, resting on a chair in the living room.

You were in disbelief when you walked up to it, then greeted with the sound of her voice saying your name, along with your boyfriend’s.

Mouth slightly agape, your turned towards their voices. They seemed to have come out of the guest bedroom. This was the second time in your pregnancy your mother paid you a surprise visit, but this one was more unexpected than the first.

She looked a little different to you, maybe even aged. Her hair was tied back and her eyes had bags under them, which disappeared when she laid eyes on you. They glistened with tears as she bypassed Jimin quickly, arms open for you.

“Oh, my girl,” she smiled through her emotion, bringing you into her arms, “I’m so sorry for what you’ve gone through. And I’m sorry I was so stubborn.”

You raised your brows as she hugged you the best she could in spite of your bump in the way. You met Jimin’s gaze. He was smiling, leaning against the wall as he shrugged at you.

Then your mother pulled away, holding onto your arms, “You look beautiful. How are you feeling? I was told about the blood pres-

You shook your head, “Mom, Mom, hold on. What are you doing here?”

She let go of your arms and then glanced back at the man in the room, before returning her eyes to you, “I came after I heard about this…situation. I just wanted to check on you, assuming you would have taken a personal day off work for this. But I’m glad I got a few hours to speak with Jimin.”

Your eyes widened, looking back and forth between the two of them, “You’ve been here for hours? Why didn’t either of you text me?”

Jimin pushed himself off the wall and came forward, “Didn’t want to bother you. Plus, we filled the time with a lot of talking.”

“Yes, he explained everything to me,” she said, “It’s been difficult for you both, and I’m so sorry for that. But I’m glad you’ve found a man who loves you to help you through it. A very good man.”

Jimin smiled to himself.

Taken aback by her compliment, you couldn’t speak. You just blinked a few times.

Then your boyfriend’s grin faded. He could tell you were growing frustrated, on top of your bewilderment. He knew this reunion wouldn’t be simple.

Your mother gestured for you to sit down. Slowly, you went along with it. Your boyfriend disappeared into the kitchen to fix you a glass of water and your prenatal vitamin, having noticed that you forgot to take it in the morning.

Overcome with confusion, relief, and aggravation, you stammered, “S-So what? You’re back in my life, just like that?”

“Sweetie-”

“You didn’t speak to me for months,” you protested, “Do you have any idea how isolated I’ve felt?? I’m having a baby in what keeps unfolding to be an impossible circumstance, and my own parents basically abandoned me. You think you can just show up and give me a hug and everything can be fine??”

“You have every right to be angry with your father and I,” she sighed, “It took far too long for us to get over our preconceptions about the situation and reach out.”

“There’s no ‘us’,” you disputed, “Dad’s not here. He’s still sticking to it, isn’t he?”

“I’m going to do everything I can to persuade him.”

You chuckled so you wouldn’t cry, “I’d actually really appreciate that. I’m…I’m sorry I’m so upset…I just didn’t expect this and there’s been so much going on.”

Conscious of your escalating nerves, Jimin walked back into the living room and presented you with some water and your vitamin. You thanked him and consumed both as he meandered to the back of your selected seat, placing his hands on your shoulders for moral support.

You put a hand on one of his, not put on a display of mutual support, but to make sure he didn’t go anywhere.

Your mother corrected herself, “I’m sorry. I just want to tell you I’m here for you, if you need me. Carrying a child is hard enough in itself, I can’t imagine what it’s like in your shoes.”

“It’s been horrible at times,” your posture relaxed as you made the admission, “But you were right. I have a very good man by my side. And you owe him an apology too, for how severely you misjudged him.”

Jimin gave you a tiny squeeze, giving your mother a reassuring expression, “She has, very graciously. And unnecessarily. I’ve always understood why you guys might not like me, so there are no hard feelings.”

You caught how she smiled back at him. It was then made obvious that her opinion of him truly had changed.

She stayed for a while longer, to catch up on your life. During that time, you felt the beginnings of healing take root. Your heart was still hurt, and it certainly wasn’t going to mend overnight. But at the same time, you were grateful she made the first step, defying her own husband in the process.

When she left, the second you closed the door, you turned to look to Jimin. He was standing close behind you, already starting to chuckle.

You shook your head, but couldn’t help your own grin, “What the hell has today been?”

“I thought that was very kind. Your mom is a very nice woman. And I’m glad I got the chance to get better acquainted with her, and she with me,” he said, inching closer to you, “After the initial awkward phase, we actually had a nice time while you were gone. You’re like her in some ways.”

Your back remained against the door as he drew even closer to you, “How so? Careful with your answer, by the way.”

His classic smirk appeared, “You’re both pretty stubborn. Neither of you are good at hiding your emotions…What else? Similar taste in clothes…”

You playfully batted at his chest, “None of those things are what a daughter wants to share with her mother.”

He brought you into his arms, “But all of those things are lovely, including the stubbornness. Strong people have a stubborn side, the good kind.”

“Mmhm,” you hummed, “Nice save.”

Then he looked down at midsection and chuckled again, “Are these pants no longer comfy?”

Rolling your eyes with a smile, you broke free and began walking back to the living room, “No, they’re fine. I just had a huge lunch today and I needed to let our poor baby breathe. I went out with the girlfriends.”

“Oh,” he was thankful for some pleasant news as he followed you, “That’s great, baby. I’m sure they were a good distraction.”

“Yeah,” you sighed, plopping down on the larger sofa and stretching out, “For a little bit anyway. Today still wasn’t the best, as you could imagine. Chaeyoung and I went to speak with Minjun, actually. Her idea, not mine.”

Jimin sat down beside you and lifted your legs onto his lap to begin a light massage of your calves, “I’m aware. He called me afterwards. I think it’s good that they are aware of her current situation. He’s going to try and contact them. If, against all odds, it turns out that they had nothing to do with the story, he may ask them to put out a statement of their own.”

“Oh…How would you feel about that?”

He looked up at the ceiling as he thought of the right words to say, “I guess I’m not sure. I want this to be cleared up. And while I’m not super comfortable with Seoyeon speaking up, if it will put out this fire, then I’ll take it. Believe me, this affects the company enough that they will do anything to disprove it.”

You nodded, placing your hands on your bump, “That was definitely made clear in the statement. In one sense, I’m glad to hear it. But it also makes me worry even more about what they will do when we have to tell the truth. Not with me, but with you.”

He smiled at you softly, “You don’t need to be concerned with that. Whatever happens can be handled. We’ve made it this far, haven’t we?”

His comfort was infectious to you, making you ease up. A gentle grin to mimic his spread across your face, “We have.”

“You and me, my love. That’s what we do. We make it through anything that gets thrown our way.”

You would have replied with some sweet thing, but that was postponed when your unborn child kicked, and you felt it against your palm. It was like a tap.

Eyes, widening, you gasped, “Jimin, come here. Quick!”

Curious, he scooted closer to you, lifting your legs off of him to allow more space. The taps kept occurring as you sat up, grabbing his hand. You swapped yours for his on your belly.

“Feel it?”

The two of you only had to wait a few seconds before the baby’s movements made another appearance. You felt it from the inside, him from the outside.

His face was pure glee, “Finally!”

“Thanks for showing up for us today,” you cooed down to your belly, “You’re becoming such a little squirmer.”

“Keep going, little one,” the father coached, “Come on, one more. Good job!”

You laughed, “All of the sudden he’s so eager to please.”

“She is eager to please.”

You sighed and looked down at your bump again, “Mommy and Daddy can’t seem to agree on whether you’re a boy or girl…We also can’t seem to pick a name for you. Or build you a nursery. Or buy you clothes and all the diapers we can get our hands on.”

Jimin chuckled as the kicking ceased, lifting your shirt so he could place a warm kiss to your bare flesh, “We will do all of that in good time.”

“Well I hate to say it, but the ‘good time’ might be now. Especially for the nursery. That will take time, which is something you don’t have a lot of.”

He smirked, sitting up, “I’ll make time. Why don’t we start taking things out of the guest room this weekend? Then you can pick a new color for the wall and I’ll get the guys to help me paint.”

You hummed in satisfaction, pulling your shirt back over your tummy, “I like the sound of that.”

"I'm glad, because I do have a tiny bit of sad news that you won’t like the sound of."

"Nothing could be worse than the bomb that was dropped on us yesterday," you said, "What is it?"

He went back to massaging your legs, "I'm afraid I won't be able to take you out on a discreet date anytime soon. Now that there's a rumor about me getting someone pregnant, I don't like the risk of showing up to even the most respectful places. You look too pregnant now, baby."

You nodded, "I know. Honestly, even if none of the Seoyeon stuff was happening, it wouldn't be a smart idea anyway."

His heart was burning with disappointment on your behalf. He remembered how important it was to you to be able to do those things, and now the opportunity had been totally squandered, for the time being. You had to go back to absolute secrecy - no exceptions.

Jimin lamented, "You know I think you deserve so much more, right baby?"

You caught the hint of shame, "I know it, Jimin."

The following day was more of the same - you went into work while Jimin stayed home.

Giving you a sense of deja-vu, Chaeyoung came into your office once again, as you were getting situated at your desk. Most days, you were happy to start your work day with a friendly chat, but the circumstances were squeezing the patience out of you.

There was something odd about her carriage this morning. She looked a smidge distraught, and fully shut the door behind her.

“Morning, Chae,” you sighed as you sat down, trying not to sound irritated, “What’s up?”

She sat in one of the smaller chairs, “Nothing, just wanted to see how you’re doing.”

You paused and looked at her directly, nerves ticking upward, “I’m fine. Why, do I look off today?”

“Other than the typical pregnancy look, no.” she said.

You smiled, “Ouch.”

“I just wanted to apologize for yesterday,” she folded her hands in her lap, “You were clearly uncomfortable going up to Management and I kind of forced you. Sorry. I shouldn’t have pressured you to stick out your neck like that.”

“Oh,” your grin grew more genuine, “Thanks for saying that. It’s alright, I promise. I guess it just felt like something I shouldn’t do. Not my business, you know?”

Chaeyoung narrowed her eyes just the slightest bit for the shortest second, before nodding along, “Honestly, a part of me felt that way too. But I wanted to do something small that could help Jimin. I guess I sort of view all the guys as friends and I hate thinking about what he’s going through right now.”

You were detecting a change in her demeanor and naturally became more cognizant of your word selection, “They aren’t our friends in the traditional way, but I see where you’re coming from. I feel for him too.”

She said nothing for a moment, causing a bundle of nerves to take root in the pit of your stomach. You just had to make it through this weird conversation, you told yourself, and then you could go about your day.

Unfortunately for you, your colleague seemed to be in a curious mood today.

Chaeyoung leaned forward a little, lowering her voice despite the door being closed, “Yes…It’s easy to tell that you care about him.”

Your stomach did a flip. You felt your face flush, which only fueled your apprehension, making you paranoid that your nerves were on fully display.

You laughed uneasily, “Is it? How so?”

“I don’t know,” she sighed, leaning in a bit more, “You just appear to enjoy your interactions with him in the studio.”

You were wiggling your ankle under your desk, “I do, actually. He’s kind and funny. Everyone feels that way about him. I mean, you can’t deny that you do.”

“No, he’s a very pleasant person to be around,” she replied, “All I’m saying is you’ve…developed an affinity for him, right?”

It was taking all of your will to summon composure, “Chae, what are you insinuating?”

She said nothing for a moment, but then she smiled, “I guess I really don’t know. I’ll leave you to it.”

Then she got up and started towards the door. You felt some relief, but there’d be a lingering dread. Now it was evident that someone at work had gotten suspicious of you and Jimin. You were eagerly waiting for her to exit the office, so you could let out a panicked sigh and let yourself react.

And then she halted, and turned back towards you.

Her face was almost in a state of a wince, taking no pleasure in any of this.

She started back towards you and plopped back into the chair, “Actually, no. I’m very sorry, Y/N, but I need to talk to you about this.”

“A-About what?” you kept up the act for as long as you could.

Chaeyoung’s expression hardened, “You know.”

Again, you spackled on a grin, “I truly have no idea.”

Then she reached across your desk to grab your hand, “You’re shaking. You can tell me. It’s okay.”

The realization that she most likely knew the truth was starting to sink in. For whatever reason and against your wishes, your eyes pricked with tears.

“I don’t know what you’re alluding to.”

Her tone softened, as if she pitied you, “You love him, Y/N.”

A tear rolled down your cheek, “I-I-”

“And he loves you,” she nearly whispered, “He’s the father of your baby. It’s okay. You don’t have to keep it from me anymore.”

Finally, you exhaled and gave up. You knew you should have kept lying, but you couldn’t help the desire to have some of this tremendous weight lifted from your shoulders.

You sniffled, wiping under your eyes, “How did you know?”

She smiled gently, “I wasn’t sure for a while. You guys do enjoy your interactions, but I was convincing myself that he’s just like that with everyone. But when I found out you’re pregnant, it clicked. Especially since you’ve never told me anything about the father.”

“Right…” you were still processing, “Please don’t tell a soul. You know what will happen.”

Sadly, she nodded, “I know. I can only assume that it’s the reason why you’re having health problems. I can’t imagine how difficult this has been for both of you. You have my word that I won’t utter a word.”

You shook your head, more tears falling, “I just told you this huge secret and you’re promising to keep it, just like that?”

She laughed lightly, “Of course. We’re friends. I want you to be well. Now we can finally talk about the fact that you’re having Park Jimin’s baby.”

You started to laugh through your tears, “Don’t say it too loud.”

“Sorry.” she lowered the volume.

“But why did you wait so long to confront me?” you asked.

She suddenly reverted back to being somewhat illusive, “Oh, I don’t know. I just got tired of you hiding it, after seeing the toll it’s taken on your health. I-I became more determined after you got sent home. I wanted you to have a friend here to, you know, vent to.”

You nodded, sniffling again as your emotions calmed, “I guess that makes sense. Thank you.”

“If you guys ever come clean,” she became more serious, “Can I trust that you won’t tell Management that I knew? They could fire me too, for knowing and not saying anything.”

“O-Of course,” you assured, “You’ve protected me all these months. I’ll protect you too. It’s the very least I can do to repay you.”

Then her face fell. You were perplexed yet again by her fluctuating moods. She crossed her arms over her torso in a self-embrace. Then she crossed her legs. It was the body language of someone who wasn’t saying everything. She was closing her body off, as if trying to conceal whatever had been left unsaid.

Nerves climbing, you tilted your head slightly, “Chae? What’s wrong? Does someone else know?”

She shook her head, looking like she wanted to sink into herself, “No, no…But there is something else I think I need to tell you.”

The suspense was holding you hostage, “What is it?”

Her emotional state escalated. She even checked to see that the door was indeed closed and locked, “I-I didn’t want to even tell you at first, but now I feel like I need to because it’s eating at me.”

Her timid energy rendered you speechless. You were at a point where you had to focus on your breathing. Your heart was racing, and you placed a hand on your chest to try to stabilize yourself.

“I did it…” Chaeyoung nearly whispered, “I’m the one who went to the press.”

You started to chuckle. It was hilarious.

“Come on,” you shook your head, “Don’t freak me out like that.”

“I did, though. I’m the source in the story,” she reiterated more calmly, “At the airport, I could tell that Seoyeon was putting the pieces together about you. It was in her eyes, and she clearly recognized that shirt she used to borrow from Jimin.”

Your gaze evolved into one of horror. She was really telling the truth.

“And then a couple weeks later, my husband told me that she’d spoken about you at their firm. She inquired about you to him, mentioning that you work with me. She was keen on asking if you were married or not. My husband told her you aren’t married and apparently that confirmed it for her.”

Your knees felt locked. Your chest was throbbing and you felt hot.

She went on, “Seoyeon isn’t trustworthy. I could feel that she was getting ready to exploit this. She was angling to go to the media herself, probably exposing you by name and perhaps even disclosing her own relationship with Jimin. It would have been crushing and so I decided to seize the initiative.”

You grew angrier, keeping your voice low, “You decided to what, do it yourself? So that you could be the one to cause all this mayhem? I-I don’t event know where to start. How could you?”

“I did it for your benefit,” she rushed, “I swear, Y/N.”

“Why did you take me through that whole song and dance about how you’ve known about us this whole time? Did you want to butter me up so I’d promise not to tell anyone about this??”

Your veins were surging with red hot blood. This was sending you over the edge, but it couldn’t be helped.

“No, of course not. Please listen.” she begged.

You shot up onto your feet and pointed to your door, warning her through clenched teeth so that you wouldn’t yell, “Leave now. I can’t bear to hear this anymore.”

She stood up too, desperately, “It was the right thing. If you could allow to me to explain, I promise you’ll see.”

You were infuriated now, your head pounding, hands shaking. You didn’t know whether to scream or burst into tears. Her actions had caused so much turmoil and damage, some of it irreparable. Because of her, there would likely always be some people who thought Jimin fathered another kid. This rumor would always be slung at him by rude commenters seeking to make a cruel dig. It would always follow him, and it would always follow you. And she, your own friend, was the culprit.

“I don’t want your…Y-Your explan…Explanation…”

Chaeyoung was remorseful and alarmed to watch you get increasingly unstable. Cheeks red, eyes slightly glassy. You swayed a little, experiencing a sensation as though you were floating off the floor. And then you collapsed onto it, losing consciousness.

“I don’t understand,” Jimin said, partially while biting on his finger, “How is this verified?”

Minjun was on the phone with him, delivering some confusing information, “I was able to speak with both of them, though she didn’t have too much to say. They are beside themselves, just like you are. They are going to call the same publication and make a joint statement, saying that the rumor is totally false and expressing their wish for this to die down. I have also ensured that there will be no mention of your previous relationship with her.”

“Wow…Sorry, this is not what I expected to hear. I was so convinced she was behind it,” he said, “She seemed troubled?”

“Very,” the manager confirmed, “She sounded as if she hadn’t gotten a lick of sleep. They also will be pursuing legal action.”

“I’m just so confused,” Jimin ran a hand through his dark hair, which was desperately in need of a trim, “Now I have literally no idea who it could have been.”

“My best guess would be that Seoyeon may have told those in her inner circle about you two. And maybe one of those people got the wrong impression.”

He hummed as he weighed the notion, “Could be. You don’t think it could be someone else at the company, do you? There would be a handful who would know that the two of us were together at one point.”

“We certainly won��t rule that out,” Minjun sighed, “But the risk for any employee of our would be too high. They’d have to be willing to put their job on the line for that.”

Jimin groaned, “None of this makes any sense…If either of those theories were true, then the individual would likely know that Seoyeon is married. And they’d have to create this story, probably knowing that it’s false. It would have to be a deliberate move. Whoever did this most likely lied, on purpose. Right?”

“I can see how that would be plausible,” the other man considered, “However, try not to deep dive into it. It’s our job to go down all the rabbit holes. The good news is, as soon as Seoyeon and Daejin release their statement, we will have gotten over the biggest hurdle. Once they dispute it, almost all of this will go away.”

Jimin was only partially listening as he concluded his sentence, his attention split by his phone buzzing. He was getting another call, but it was an unknown number. For obvious reasons, he declined to answer it.

The manager asked him, “You there?”

“Uh, yeah, sorry. Just had another random call come through.”

“No worries. I was just saying most of this will go away very soon. I’ll stay in touch.”

“Sounds good,” Jimin said, “I’d like to get back in the studio soon.”

“Within the next day or so, don’t worry,” Minjun chuckled, “Alright, take care.”

“Thanks. Bye.”

Almost as soon as he hung up, there was another incoming call. It was from Hoseok, so he accepted it with a sigh. He was probably just wanting to check in, being the good friend he was.

“Hey, Hobi.”

“Jimin,” his tone struck a different chord than anticipated, “I really don’t mean to pile onto your issues right now, but an ambulance came by the building. I’m on too high of a floor to see who was on the stretcher, but it kind of looked like a pregnant woman. Maybe you should check in on Y/N.”

It was the most unwelcome thought. A gap suddenly snapped within him, “I’ll call her right now. I have to go.”

There was no time to let Hoseok reply. He disconnected and called you immediately, heart knocking against his chest a little harder. When you didn’t pick up, the knock evolved into a batter.

Jimin called you several times over the next few minutes, each call ringing all the way through to your voicemail. That triggered even more panic, as if you were only in a meeting or something, it would have rung a couple times to be met with your rejection. The fact that it was ringing for that long each time gave the impression that you weren’t near your phone at all.

Then, a godsend, that same unknown number called him back.

Never, in any other case, would he think to answer a call from an unidentified source. This time, he felt like he had no choice.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Mr. Park. I’m calling from Seoul National University Hospital. We’ve received a Miss Y/N Y/L/N into our Emergency Unit.”

He felt like he could have been sick any moment, springing into panic mode. He hustled to get some shoes on and a jacket, “Oh my God…I-Is she alright?? What happened??”

“Her friend said she passed out at work,” the woman explained, “She has regained consciousness briefly, but has since gone back under. While you’re not her emergency contact, we were told by the friend that you should know immediately.”

He was hopeful and dreading that ‘the friend’ was Chaeyoung. He was glad to figure that you had someone who cared about you by your side, but painfully alarmed that Chaeyoung could have known to contact him. He could only imagine that it meant she suspected his involvement with you.

But that was secondary, for now. Jimin was shoving his feet into his sneakers, “I’m on my way.”

“When you arrive, make your way to the Maternity Wing. Fortunately for Y/N, her doctor is currently in the building. We are transferring her up there now.”

He barely understood. All he heard was ‘maternity wing’. His brain was moving a mile a second.

“Thank you, I’ll be there soon.”

It was impossible to hang up faster than he did. He bolted back and forth through the apartment for a few moments, forgetting his wallet and keys.

The drive to the hospital felt like hours. His mind was so clouded that it was a miracle he didn’t get into an accident. His only thoughts were of you. Even though he hadn’t been told that you were in critical condition, the woman on the phone didn’t say you were alright. He had no idea what to make of it, and that terrified him. Was the fainting spontaneous? Had you injured yourself? If you fell, could it have hurt the baby?

He parked a bit haphazardly in the lot, before storming inside. He had no mask on, no hat, no sunglasses. Totally recognizable with no room to care.

He rushed in and gave thanks to the universe that there was no one in-line. He had direct access to the receptionist, a woman who could have been close to his age.

Her wasted no time, and uttered a phrase that couldn’t have been more condemning, given the rumor that was swirling around.

“I need to find the Maternity Wing.” he said, slightly out of breath due to adrenaline.

The young woman’s eyes widened as she froze for a few seconds. It was then that Jimin became more aware of the drastic move he was making. He was standing, in a public hospital, frantic. It didn’t look good. And as soon as he made it to the right part of the building, it would do nothing to dispel his current predicament with the media.

The receptionist pulled her conduct together, “Y-Yes, you’ll want to head up to the third floor. The elevators are just around that corner over there. Once you’re off, take a right and you will see the entryway.”

The nervous wreck of a man nodded, “Thank you.”

Those behind the desk watched him as he hurried away, before gossiping amongst themselves about what had just happened.

Others in the lobby took notice of him as well, all of them too flabbergasted to even try to say anything to him. That was another gift from the universe - to not have to deal with over-excited fans in the middle of this.

Once off the elevator, he took a right as the right, just as the woman downstairs had said. When he saw the two large doors labeled with the right name, Jimin broke into a jog. He pushed open one of the doors and completed his journey to the next front desk.

More were shocked to see him there. He heard gasps and some whispering.

He made sure he kept his voice low, so hopefully no one would be able to hear your name, “I’m here for Y/N Y/L/N. I was just called.”

This woman did a better job of keeping a professional decorum, standing up, “Right, follow me please.”

Jimin couldn’t bear to look at his surroundings. He knew people were staring, and he was terrified of turning his head to see phones either taking pictures or recording him. There was no time to start to worry about the fallout. You and his little baby were somewhere on this floor, possibly hurting.

The door was opened for him. She said quietly, “Doctor Yoon will be in to check on her shortly. And don’t worry. If I have to, I will call security on anyone who may disturb your time.”

Once he caught the sight of you in that bed, his ears drowned out the sound of her voice. He wasn’t sure if he thanked her for doing him that act of kindness before the door was closed.

Chaeyoung was sitting in one of the side chairs, and suddenly Jimin’s overworked mind was split between dealing with her and his concern for you. He saw on her tear-soaked face that she knew the truth, so he didn’t bother saying anything to her.

He approached your bedside and pulled up a chair, eyes brimming with his own tears as he scanned your frame. His chest burned with hatred for what brought you to this point, your poor body filled with so much distress that it needed to give out for a while.

“She’s been in and out of sleep,” Chaeyoung said, “I’ll leave you to it.”

“Wait,” he looked up from your resting face to look at her, “How long have you known?”

She pursed her lips together before croaking, “A while. But I won’t say anything. I haven’t this far.”

He nodded slowly, “How did you get my number for them to call?”

She smiled a little, ��Y/N thinks she’s been good at keeping secrets from me, including her phone password. I unlocked it and found your contact.”

Jimin inhaled slowly, and exhaled, “Thank you for your discretion. I don’t really know what else to say. You’ve looked out for her.”

Chaeyoung’s soft grin eroded, “I’ve tried, I really have.”

“When you walk out, please don’t say anything to anyone if they approach you…I fear I’ve just launched another frenzy. Worse, I don’t think I can make my way out of this one.”

The woman nodded, “I’m truly sorry.”

“Thank you, Chaeyoung.”

She seemed to float out of the room, almost in a daze. It intrigued him, but all outside thoughts flew from his mind when you began to stir.

Your eyes closed tighter for a second as you hummed, causing Jimin to wonder if you were in pain. Then they opened, taking notice of him instantly.

The man took your hand and brought it to his lips, “You scared the hell out of me. Everything’s going to be okay, sweetheart.”

“I have a headache.” you said, squinting a little, “These lights are so bright.”

Jimin breathed out a sigh of relief that you weren’t complaining of more serious pain, “I’ll turn them off.”

He rose from the chair and walked towards the door, flicking the switch to create a much dimmer atmosphere for you. It soothed your forehead and eyes right away.

“I…” your voice was small, “I don’t understand. How did you find out?”

He offered you a smile sitting back down, “Chaeyoung apparently knows your phone password and had them call me.”

“She didn’t just call you herself?” you asked, “W-Why? Did she leave? Jimin, y-you can’t be here. Were you noticed?”

He put his hand on your belly, “Yeah, she left. And I don’t know, baby. That’s not important right now.”

“But-”

“Not important,” he offered you a soft, forced smile, “Don’t waste an ounce of your energy on what people may or may not have noticed. It’s only us, our little family.”

You nodded and placed your own hand on your belly, right next to his, “Did she tell you what happened?”

“Not exactly, she just said you’ve been drifting in and out of sleep. You passed out, right?”

Tears began to form in your eyes as you prepared to tell him what you had learned, lips quivering, “Jimin-”

He leaned forward to kiss your forehead and your cheeks several times, unable to withstand the sight of you like this, “Don’t cry. I know you’re worried about the baby. They said Doctor Yoon will be here any minute to make sure you’re both alright.”

On cue, the door unlatched and Doctor Yoon walked in.

Your attentive, inwardly petrified boyfriend put on a brave smile for you, “See?”

Sensitive to your needs, the doctor left the lights off. There was enough natural light in the room to conduct her business. She had your chart on her arms, but took a minute to show cater to your emotional needs.

“I know,” she sighed, “Not the most relaxed situation. It’s okay. I’ve seen this occur more times than I can even count and all will be well.”

You and Jimin nodded, both of you worried for your little one.

“However,” Doctor Yoon sat down in her cushioned black stool, “I think we’ve reached a point where I need to start running some diagnostic tests. Given the way your blood pressure has increased, even on the meds, I want to test for preeclampsia.”

Jimin’s brain couldn’t compute what that meant. He blinked a couple times, “Sorry, for some reason I can’t remember what preeclampsia is.”

“Don’t apologize, that’s why you have a doctor,” she said, “Preeclampsia is basically just another word for persistent high blood pressure. The reason we want to check for it is because it negatively impacts the placenta, which is in charge of nourishing your baby with blood, oxygen, and food.”

Horrified, Jimin looked down at you to make sure you weren’t unraveling.

“What kinds of tests do you need to do?” you asked her.

“First of all, I want to check baby’s size. You’re at a point now where we should see baby growing quickly. If your placenta is being compromised, he or she would be a bit small for their age. Then I’ll take your blood and a urine sample, which I can have the results for in a day or two.”

The two of you continued to be situated in silence as the professional went about the room, preparing the ultrasound equipment. Jimin was holding your hand, his increasingly sweaty palm cupping your knuckle. You felt horrible that he was so clearly petrified, but was trying to hold it all together for you. It was admirable, but hard to watch.

To help him, you made a conscious effort to appear more relaxed. If you looked calm, perhaps he would feel more at ease. Exhaling on a deep breath, you let your shoulders drop.

Doctor Yoon scooted next to you, on the other side of the less than comfortable hospital bed. It was like a routine ultrasound - she had you clear some space on your bump so she could place some gel. The cool jelly was swiped in circles over your flesh in circular motions.

A few moments later, the heartbeat of your child filled the room, filling both of you with a tiny fraction of relief.

“Still sounds strong,” the woman smiled at you both, “That’s a good sign. And you don’t appear particularly swollen, which is also encouraging.”

You did your best not to sound shaky as you asked, “Does he or she seem small?”

“Let’s see…” she sighed, “At first glance, this looks like a very typical size. A tad on the small side, but that could very well be genetic, if either of you were small at birth.”

Your nervous boyfriend tried to lighten the mood, “I’m not known for being tall, so that could be on me.”

You laughed a little, making the image on the screen bounce.

Doctor Yoon kept making some clicks, “Yeah, I’m not seeing evidence of abnormal growth. Another positive sign. And I love seeing so much movement.”

“There’s been so much squirming lately.” you said.

She smiled as she turned off the machine and wiped your belly clean, “That’s what we want to see. I’ll go order those labs for you, just so we can be certain. Sit tight, you two.”

As Doctor Yoon stood, Jimin caught her attention. He took an upward stance, again putting forth the effort to sound collected, “Oh, before you walk out the door…”

The doctor tilted her head slightly, “Yes?”

“I apologize for any unwanted attention you may receive. Curious eyes.”

You had a lump in your throat and turned your head to the side, gazing at one of the gestational biology posters on the wall.

Doctor Yoon offered him reassurance, “Those folks aren’t my concern. You don’t need to worry about that.”

He resumed his place by your side, “Thank you.”

When the door shut and the two of you were alone once more, he let out a hefty sigh. His fingers traced over any remaining bits of the clear gel on your belly.

“We got over a couple hurdles at least, right little one? You look like you’ve grown to a good size, and your heart is still going strong.”

You began to tear up, “Jimin I need to tell you something.”

His first reaction to seeing you cry was to lean over and kiss your forehead. He wiped your tears away, “Shh, it’s alright. Please don’t cry, sweetheart. Whatever it is, we will work it out.”

“The reason I passed out,” you said, “Is Chaeyoung. She’s the one who went to the press.”

His body rejected the notion wholeheartedly, causing him to smirk a little, “No, that can’t be right.”

“It is,” you were deadly serious, eyes wide and alarmed, “She told me she did. She said it was to protect us, in some weird way.”

Any trace of nonchalance on Jimin’s face eroded. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to trust in such a ridiculous suggestion.

You went on, “I-I didn’t know it before, but her husband works with Seoyeon’s. Apparently she learned that Seoyeon had been trying to dig for more information about me. Remember how I told you I thought she recognized that t-shirt at the airport? I must have been right. Chaeyoung thought she was preparing to go to the media herself, and that by beating her to it with a different story, she’d be protecting us.”

He didn’t know whether to shout or spit.

“I…I-I don’t know what to…She told you this??”

You nodded, “She admitted it on her own.”

Body tense, Jimin shook his head, neck drawing downward. Now he was having to fight back his rage, on top of nerves for the wellbeing of you and his child.

He couldn’t understand. Chaeyoung had been nothing but a decent friend to you since you’d known her. Watching her be a friend to you had been a source of comfort for him - to know you at least had someone to take the heaviness off a smidge each day at work. He saw many instances of her care for you. This didn’t make sense.

“She did seem off when she left the room,” his voice sounded a little distant, “But I never could have imagined…this.”

Furious tears were flowing down your cheeks at this point, “H-How are you not angry?”

Jimin’s head snapped back up, giving you a glimpse of the tense muscles in his neck, “Don’t accuse me of that, baby. Of course I’m angry. I’m just in disbelief and I’m trying not to explode while you and our baby might be in trouble.”

“Sorry,” you sighed, “We should both try to remain calm. This is just…”

“Such a fucking betrayal.”

You gulped, “Yeah.”

Jimin inhaled through his nose, lips tightly glued together and eyes closed. When he opened them, he saw your doe-like expression. You were being put through the wringer.

“One thing at a time,” he said, though you weren’t sure if he was trying to fortify you or himself, “We will find out what’s going on with you first. I’ll deal with Chaeyoung later.”

The way the latter sentence spewed from his lips carried disgust.

The man was exasperated, face planting into his palms. His fingers rubbed over his brow in circles before running all the way down, pulling his cheeks with them. He released a quiet groan.

“I’ll deal with her,” Jimin muttered once more, “I promise.”

“It looks like we are going to be forced to deal with ourselves before we can take any action. You were probably seen out there, Jimin. I wouldn’t be surprised if there are cameras waiting to greet us when we leave this room.”

He nodded begrudgingly, placing his hand on your belly again. The child inside you tethered him to what little composure he had left.

“We’re out of time.”

The words shook you to your core, despite the fact that it wasn’t his intention. Jimin had been so stolid in front of you this entire journey. Even though you knew it to be true already, to hear him voice genuine dread was rattling.

You remained in the hospital for a while longer, most of that time spent waiting for Doctor Yoon to return to perform your labs. Thoughtfully, she knew the two of you would prefer to have her do them herself, rather than have some random nurse practitioner waltz in.

As you were getting your blood drawn, Jimin made a call to his security. By the way his side of the conversation was sounding, you could tell his guard had questions, but he was giving no direct answer. All he kept saying was that he should meet at the hospital. Jimin explained that he’d parked in the main lot and would probably need assistance with the exit. You could only imagine how confused this poor security guard was, not being given all the details. Your boyfriend was trying to protect your identity for as long as he could.

Before you were mentally ready, the labs were completed. There would be a wait period of a couple days before results would come in, and in the meantime, you were to take it easy. Until given further notice, you were officially on bed rest. And now it was time to step out into the world, and, most likely, a totally new reality.

Jimin helped you out of bed once he had received word from security. Doctor Yoon bid you farewell and offered some kind words, and then left you to it.

“Alright baby,” he sighed, “We’re going to walk out the door and keep our heads low. There may be some people pointing their phones at us and whatnot, but I don’t think they’ll ask questions. Usually when people see me in public unexpectedly, they don’t make comments. We will head straight to the elevator and my guard will meet us in the lobby. Have you met him before?”

“N-No,” you replied, “I’ve probably seen his face before though.”

“Good enough…I feel like now would be a good time to ask you if you’re ready, but that’s probably a silly question, huh?”

You nodded, keeping your tears locked behind your lower lid, “I’m definitely not ready…I’m not ready for this to be out there. To lose my job. For all of your fans to know who I am, and probably hate me.”

Jimin’s soul winced. He gently took your face into his hands, eyes bearing into your depths. His voice was soft, a little raspy, “Before we walk out there, I need you to know something.”

You hummed, holding his wrists in place to keep the comfort of his palms present.

His dark eyes glistened over, “I need you to know that you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met, inside and out. You have a creative mind and a sharp wit, and you make people around you happy. So many people rightfully adore you, baby. I adore you, desperately. I and all those others will still be around after today. You have me, your mom, my parents, the guys, the other girlfriends.”

On the verge of tears, you gave him a small grin, “Why are you saying all of this?”

He kissed your forehead, “Because I want you to know that no matter what transpires from what we are about to do, you still have a village. And I’m damn lucky to be in it.”

You smiled a little wider, but it didn’t fully run up to your eyes. Then you released his wrists from your light grasp and placed your hands on the bottom of your bump, “And we still have the most precious gift to look forward to.”

Jimin captured your lips tenderly, “We are blessed, sweetheart. Even if it doesn’t always feel that way.”

Part of you felt convicted by that. Perhaps, despite everything, you could’ve shown more gratitude for the life you had.

“I know we are,” you sighed shakily, still filled with nerves, “And I’m damn lucky to have you. I love you so much.”

He kissed you again, “I love you too. I guess we’re postponing the inevitable at this point. You okay to leave? Need another minute?”

You wanted to have an excuse to stay.

“I’m alright. We should go. The longer we wait, the more the word may spread and the more people might be anticipating.”

Jimin took your hand and started towards the door.

“W-Wait,” you stammered, “You want to be holding hands in front of them?”

The man chuckled in that special way he always did to make light of tricky circumstances.

“I suppose an upside to this situation is that we no longer have to pretend?”

A second genuine yet apprehensive smile spread minimally on your face as you held his hand a little tighter. He mirrored your expression for a moment, before turning to the door again. Both of you took a breath as he placed a hand on the door handle, pushing it down and applying pressure to open it.

The pair of you stepped out into a silent hallway. Head low, you started to wish that people were speaking. The quiet speculation was way more uncomfortable than you could have foreseen. There were whisperings as you both walked with as much discretion as possible. Camera sounds too, undoubtedly coming from people’s phones.

Your skin felt hot and your chest buzzed as you walked slightly behind your boyfriend, allowing him to guide you. This moment was beyond surreal. You were in public, openly holding hands with him. It was nothing short of a declaration. All of the sudden, you felt painfully conscious of your protruding belly.

Jimin’s heart weighed a ton in his ribcage. Though this exact situation was brand new to him, he at least had gone through familiar things more times than he could count. He’d mastered the art of keeping his face even, posture and gait normal. And he was determined to make this time no different. After all, he wasn’t ashamed of you and the baby in your womb - why would he give them the impression that you were a scandal?

The elevator ride down carried two other individuals, but they were both a bit older and seemed not to notice or care who Jimin was. When the doors slid apart at the end of the ride, unveiling a crowded lobby of people, you clenched your boyfriend's hand tighter.

His security guard, whose face was familiar but whose name escaped you, was standing right by the elevator, prepared to lead you both out to his car. He was the only other person you were willing to make eye contact with. This man was pretty tall and big, with a somewhat perplexed expression when he saw you.

This uneasy glance lasted a split second, before Jimin muttered to him with haste, "Don't worry. You'll get an explanation soon enough, along with the rest of the world."

Out of the corner of your eye, you caught some people approaching you with their phones pointed, taking photos or recording. You began to feel a little woozy again, a stint of dull nausea that would never come to fruition forming in your gut.

Too afraid to even whisper his name, you gave Jimin's hand a small tug.

He looked back at you and saw it immediately. Your eyes looked droopy - you were feeling off again.

He turned his head back to the security guard, using a low mumbling voice again, "Come on, I need to get her home. Now."

The rest of the walk to the car was a blur. You concentrated on your steps and your breath, trying to keep yourself from becoming too lightheaded. Whatever was going on around you came second.

Once out in the fresh air, it got easier to not feel as suffocated, although some people followed you guys out into the parking lot. You heard their footsteps behind you. The security guard, doing his job correctly, saw that hardly anyone was near Jimin and faltered back to stand closer to you, ensuring no one would be able to touch you.

Not soon enough, you were in his car, which thankfully had tinted windows. You were both able to release pent up puffs of air, secluded from view. For the first time throughout this experience, you looked directly at the people, since they couldn’t see you. There was a swarm of them with their rectangular devices, lenses seizing their prey.

“There are many of them…” you observed.

Jimin sighed, “Yeah, that ought to cause a stir. How do you feel? Okay?”

“I’ll be fine,” you said, “I just want to get home.”

He started the vehicle, “I’ve got you, sweetheart. Both of you. We’ll be home soon. And then I’ll probably get phone calls from everyone I know.”

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Hello how are you? Just wanna say your stories is awesome i really love it❤️, I'm wondering when you gonna post the next chapter of if snow decides to fall🥹

Hi! This made my day, you’re so sweet! Next chapter is almost done! Sorry I’ve been writing a lot slower. At my job, we are in the middle of our busiest season.

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If Snow Decides to Fall

9. "Just another day."

Author's Note: And here she is! Thank you guys for your patience! I hope it was well worth the wait. Let me know what you think will happen next:)

Chapter Warnings: light smut, pregnancy, explicit language, toxic parental relationship, mental health struggles

Taglist: @marihoneywk @amarawayne @chimmy-licious

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~2 years ago~

A snowstorm outside as Valentine's Day came to a close.

The couple laid together on the couch, bodies half-naked and strewn lazily and lovingly together. The candles around them flickered and filled the dimmed space with warm glows and a rosy aroma.

Seoyeon lifted her head from his chest and smiled, "I love you."

He was enveloped by her angelic face, "I love you too."

She hummed tracing a finger, decorated by red nail polish, over his collarbone, "Sorry, I think I may have left a bit of a mark."

Jimin chuckled and took her wrist into his gentle grasp, far too blissed out in the afterglow to care, "How dare you."

She giggled and pecked the reddish spot that she'd formed in the throes of their passion, just a little while earlier. Then her eyes seemed to be glued to that area as the warmth faded from her features, "Hey...Jiminie?"

He stroked his thumb across the inside of her wrist, "Hm?"

"What kind of future do you think we have?"

The man pushed a tuft of blondish hair from his forehead as he craned his neck upward to look at her siren eyes. He wore a slight grin, though it was one of confusion. Then he brought her hand up to his lips and kissed her knuckles, "What's wrong? Why this all of the sudden?"

"Nothing's wrong," she smirked, "Just wondering."

Jimin smirked as she traced an index finger, decorated with a shiny red nail, along his pecs. Her beauty affirmed that he’d chosen the proper nickname for her- ‘angel’.

“Well,” he sighed contently, letting his head rest back once more so he could gaze up at the ceiling, “I’ve learned that one can never truly ascertain the future, but I do see you in it.”

Seoyeon’s smile grew, “I know you, Park Jimin. You can ascertain the future. You of all people can. Anything that you have ever put your mind and will towards, you have achieved.”

He hummed, “Sometimes I question if I can credit my dedication, or if this was all simply fate. I can’t deny the hand that luck has played in my life. Maybe luck is just another word for fate.”

She shifted her weight on him, kissing his collarbone again, “A little bit of both, then.”

Jimin closed his eyes, “Yeah, both.”

The giggle was as serene as wind chimes, “Hey, don’t doze off now. You never really answered my question.”

“I did, angel.” he chuckled.

“Nuh-uh,” she teased, “All you said was that ‘you see me in it’. That’s a non-answer. Come on, don’t you ever want to…you know, settle down?”

This has always been a challenging topic for him.

Jimin grinned, letting out another sleepy sigh, “I would never be able to settle, in the same way others could. Sometimes I fear it’s literally impossible at this point. But yes, you know that I’d want to, somewhere deep down.”

The woman could have asked him if he saw himself settling down with her. They had been dating for about half a year, and he’d expressed how different this relationship was for him. How it was the first time he felt so serious about someone. But for now, she was enjoying the surface-level inquiries.

She smirked, laying both palms flat on his bare chest and placing her chin on her straightened fingers, “Kids?”

“Of course,” he laughed, “I melt when I see kids. One of our stylists, Chaeyoung, has twins. She’s brought them into work a couple times and they totally break my focus.”

“You’re good with kids.” she said.

“How do you know? You’ve never seen me around any.”

“I feel like it’s just a universally-known fact about you.”

Jimin’s lips upturned further as he closed his eyes again, “Out of all the lore there is about me out there, that one is probably the most accurate.”

“What’s the least inaccurate?” she asked.

He released another chuckle. Seoyeon was filled with this ever-curious fire. He loved that about her. She made it a priority to truly know everyone in her life, to know them to the depths of their souls.

“That I’m just this all-benevolent being,” his features contorted into a grimace, “People imagine me to be a saint or something. Park Jimin, the nice one. He doesn’t have a bad bone in his body. Only I do. I have plenty.”

Seoyeon caressed his jaw, “Why complain about that? You’re loved. People think you’re a good person, because you are.”

“With no room for mistakes,” Jimin corrected her, and pleasure on his face disappearing, “No room to get angry, or say something unkind. Or just do something stupid. I’m grateful that so many people see me as good, and I want to be a role model in that way, but sometimes it makes me feel like I’m not allowed to do those human things. And it makes me feel that much more guilty when I do.”

“I can understand that.” she shrugged, trying to keep the mood light, “Do you feel guilty about being with me?”

“What? No, angel. Why would you think that?”

Seoyeon giggled again, “Because dating is another ‘human thing’ that��s frowned upon in your world. Do you regret me?”

Her face was mere inches away from his. Jimin’s handsome smirk returned as he brought her forward, closing the gap between their lips. Both of them still tasted like champagne.

“I don’t regret you, Seoyeon. Never.”

When she pulled away, she took notice of the snow fluttering down outside the window. With a groan, she collapsed back onto her boyfriend’s chest.

“Ugh, it’s a blizzard out there.”

He laughed, petting her hair, “You clearly aren’t keen on snow.”

“I hate it.”

“I don’t,” he grinned lazily, “It’s sort of calming. Like watching a snow globe.”

She replied, “It’s only calming if you’re not out in it, freezing your ass off. And it makes the roads terrible.”

“True, but sometimes that works in our favor, hm?” he raised a brow, “Don’t you want to stay a while longer, angel? See what else we can get up to?”

The woman giggled with naughtiness, “I might be interested in that proposition.”

The two entered into a deep kiss, him wrapping his arms around her torso, which was clothed by his old white t-shirt, with some signs of wear scattered throughout it. She was wearing nothing else. With a squeeze of her rear, they were back on their most prized sensual path.

~Present day~

You felt numb. To your own surprise, there was a lack of any gut-punch reaction. You were frozen, unable to let the weight of the situation in. It would be too much for your delicate constitution to handle.

“Are you?”

The question rolled off your tongue as your eyes performed a distant stare at the floor. You didn’t mean it - not for one second did you truly suspect this awful insinuation could be authentic. It just came out,

“What?” Jimin was horrified, even hurt, “No, baby. Of course I’m not the father. How could you even ask me that?”

The pain omitted snapped you back into reality. You squeezed your eyes shut and shook the thought out of your head, hands gripping your knees, “Ugh, I’m so sorry. I know you’re not. I-I don’t know why I said that. I just don’t know what else to do or say right now. I think I’m in shock or something.”

He realized that now wasn’t the time for conflict. The two of you needed to be more united than ever.

He scooted closer to you and brought you into his arms, “It’s okay. I’m in shock too. This is big…really big. In a few hours more people will be awake and it’s going to blow up.”

The room went quiet as you both imagined the horror show that was to come.

“Who do you think did this?” you finally uttered.

Jimin lurched forward, elbows on his knees and a disgruntled face in his palms, “Let’s not talk about that right now. It makes me picture a massive lawsuit and my mind just can’t go there.”

You put a hand on his back and rubbed slowly, “We will take it one thing at a time. What’s the next best thing to do?”

“I’m gonna call Namjoon back,” he said, voice trepid and a million miles away, “He will know what to do.”

You didn’t remark on the irony of that - it was a welcome turn of events. It brought you a full relief that Jimin hadn’t forgotten his deeper friendship with him, despite everything that had transpired.

You nodded and he resumed activity with his phone, tapping the glowing screen a couple times before putting the sound on speaker. He figured you might as well be a part of the conversation.

You heard the tone ring only once before Namjoon answered.

“Hey.” Namjoon said, voice sunken and gentle.

“Hey,” your tired and sullen boyfriend answered, “Y/N’s here too.”

“Y/N…” he sighed, “I…I am truly sorry.”

“It’s alright,” you feigned a shred of optimism, “We will figure this out and it will be fine.”

“I share the sentiment, but you both should prepare yourselves. Jimin, you need to expect to hear from management any minute. They will undoubtedly question you, and you need to know how you will respond.”

“What is there to say?” Jimin huffed, “This article is bullshit. That’s my response.”

“I know you’re angry, but if we are being honest, the story isn’t totally false. You are expecting a baby. They just got the woman wrong.”

“He’s right,” you said, staring into your lap, “We need to decide if we’re going to come forward to them now, rather than sticking to our original plan.”

His head lulled back as he gazed up at the ceiling, controlling a deep breath. Then he bit the inside of his cheek as he thought.

He began to shake his head slightly, “No…No, we can’t. It’ll be too much.”

You let your shoulders fall, “It’s going to be a lot regardless of what we do. Maybe it doesn’t matter now. I mean, I’m going to get fired at some point.”

“I’m not putting you through that,” his tone became stern as he took your hand, “Your health, the baby’s. No way.”

Namjoon was silent on the other end. This was between the two of you. Meanwhile, you were giving Jimin a pleading expression.

He squeezed your hand, eyes hardening, “No, sweetheart. Regardless of what happens with your job, you’re in a delicate condition right now. I’m not unleashing undue turmoil on you.”

“But if you don’t come clean now, don’t you think you’ll be punished once they learn the truth? You might as well take the opportunity.”

He fell silent.

Namjoon spoke up reluctantly, “She may have a point. The company could seriously reprimand you.”

“Let them reprimand me,” he threw his other hand in the air in exasperation, “Whatever blowback they give me will be better than having your health take another hit.”

“Even if they release you from your contract?” Namjoon posed.

Your stomach did a flip. It seemed impossible. The company would have to be crazy to do away with talent like Jimin. The rest of the boys would never allow it. Still, the notion sowed a horrible feeling within.

“Yes, I suppose so,” He muttered, "Though I find that highly unlikely. But if that's the worst they could do, then I guess I should be prepared for it."

You were thankful it was a Sunday. Though all of the members usually worked at least a little bit on weekends, this granted them the option to come over to yours and Jimin’s place. It felt like a team huddle, all of them gathered in the living room to discuss the potential fallout of this bomb that had been dropped. It was almost noon, and surprisingly, there had been no call from Management thus far. You had both showered since the morning, hoping it would help you feel a sense of calm or normalcy, but to no avail.

Taehyung had the forethought to bring food for everyone, just in case the two of you were too shellshocked to remind yourselves to eat. Jin was sitting on the other side of Jimin, arm around him as he took a second to force himself to eat the noodles in front of him.

The group was silent. No one knew what to say. You felt as though they were waiting for one of you to start the conversation.

Wanting your love to continue to nourish himself, you spoke up first, “There’s no good place to start, but maybe we should figure out what the immediate next steps are.”

“It should be whatever you two decide,” Yoongi replied instantly and unabashedly, “This affects you guys the most.”

“I hate to say it, but I disagree,” you sighed, “If we tell the company the truth right now, they could punish Jimin. And that in turn punishes each of you.”

Namjoon added in his own opinion, “Even so, we can’t play a role in this choice, Y/N. You’re kind for wanting to consider us, but it’s an intimate decision between you and Jimin.”

Jimin chewed and chuckled. You couldn’t tell if he was feeling slap-happy from the whirlwind or if he was irritated with Namjoon yet again.

Shaking his head, he asked, “Then why are you all here?”

“To support you guys,” Hoseok inserted, “And to help you talk things through.”

Jimin hummed and then handed you the bowl of noodles, practically shoving it into your lap and ignoring Hoseok’s comment entirely, “Sorry. I didn’t realize you hadn’t eaten.”

“I’m not hun-”

He gave you a look, “Eat, baby. For me?”

You sighed and picked up the utensils.

The father of your child reclined into the couch, hands gliding up across his face and into his hair, “I still don’t think it’s a good idea to tell the company the full reality of the situation right now. I know this might put me at risk of heavier consequences later on, but it shouldn’t matter. The whole point of waiting until after the birth was for Y/N and the baby’s wellbeing. Those factors still exist here, so I don’t see any reason in changing the plan, even with this.”

You swallowed the first bite of food you’d taken all day, “I know that, but I don’t want the company to do something drastic when they inevitably find out that you lied to them. Other idols have been let go for things far milder.”

Yoongi had to laugh a little, catching the group’s attention. He then pulled it together, “Sorry, I know none of this is funny. But they wouldn’t dream of letting him go.”

“I second that. It’s not exactly the smartest business move, letting go of one of your top talents.” Jungkook affirmed.

Jin nodded, “And I think they know BTS well enough to know that if he left, we’d all go with him.”

Jimin cracked a small smile, telling you that he believed their words. You decided to believe them too. Within a moment, his features settled back into a relaxed state as he looked at the group.

“I love you guys. I can’t tell you what that means to me.”

As his heart swelled with gratitude, yours followed. You had a support system, and it clicked that your child had these six as uncles.

“You would stand by any one of us.” Hoseok planted his words with conviction.

Then his eyes fell upon you, “This choice is half yours to make. What do you think?”

“I don’t know…” you replied, “I’m hesitant to ask you to lie. And perhaps selfishly I’d rather get it all over with now. Maybe I could handle it better than you think.”

The man beside you closed his eyes. Here you went again. It was more of a worry than an annoyance, but a type of irritation nonetheless.

It wasn’t his intention to stir your emotions, but something about his reaction did. You began to crack under this enormous weight, having managed to remain relatively calm throughout the morning.

“We’ve been through this before,” he said, “And you’re brave for considering that, I credit you. But I don’t see it going well.”

You became choked up, a sore tightness in your throat, straining your vocal cords, “It’s already not going well, and that’s precisely why I want to get it over with. It’s already t-too much…A-And now the world will think my boyfriend fathered a different child. I want it over. I want it to be done. I can’t do this anymore…”

To hear and see such defeat coming from you pierced Jimin's tender heart. You'd been acting so strong for too long.

The rest of the group shared a moment of grief for you. You were a woman to be pitied, as they could relate to your desperation. Their lives had been filled with that feeling for the better part of their youths - wishing there could be relief from the madness. The only difference was they sought it out, having desired to have the careers they did. All you did was fall in love with someone in their ranks, and it earned you a similar bitter predicament.

In none was this feeling of pity more prominent than Namjoon.

Jimin saw your hand shaking as you held the utensils. Worried, he scooted closer to you, taking the bowl of noodles from your lap and releasing your grip on the sticks. He placed them on the coffee table, "I know, baby. That's what I want too. But it won't just go away after we come forward. I feel like I intimidate you whenever I say that, but it's true. Telling the company now wouldn't equate to some magic fix. And I want to protect you while you're in this state. You deserve that."

You let out a quiet sob, putting your hand over your mouth. You shook your head, "Think of what you're asking me to do, Jimin.”

He brought you into his arms, your head resting on one of his pecs, “I’m asking you to hang on with me, just a little longer.”

Tears started to roll down your face, as you caved into his comfort, “It’s not just a little longer. I-It’s like four months. Four months of the same old secrets and now add a ton of speculation. I-I don’t know if I can.”

He didn’t care to refute you or continue to push his own opinion. All Jimin cared about was getting you to relax.

He kissed the top of your head as he rubbed your arm, “It’s going to be-”

Then his phone went off, driving an open abyss through his gut. He didn't know who it was, but he knew that it had to do with the situation. It was only just beginning.

Inhaling deeply, he exhaled with a hitched tone, “It’s them.”

“You don’t have to answer right now.” Jin remarked.

Jimin shifted on the couch, “If I let it go, they will only keep calling.”

Yoongi huffed, “You have the right to think about what you want to tell them first. They can wait.”

You stared at the floor, zoning out as the men deliberated. Their voices didn’t register as words any longer. Your mind tuned out the world, leaving you alone with your thoughts. For a fleeting instance, there was some peace.

A blessing, your conscience filled with thoughts of your baby. How you felt more attached to him or her every day, how you wanted him or her to be well. You thought about every time Jimin put his hand on your belly, speaking the most adoring words to the infant within.

Your own fears didn’t need to matter anymore. They couldn’t, not when you’d been given this precious gift. You were responsible for the wellbeing of this child. You were a mother. And you weren’t going to let anything harm the life you were carrying, even if it meant you had to endure for a while longer. You just had to keep the faith that it would be worth it in the end, to see this pregnancy through without causing further distress to your own body and in turn, your baby’s.

Quietly, you said, “Tell them none of it is true.”

The guys stopped their conversation. Jimin leaned closer to you, “What did you say?”

You looked into his eyes, “Answer it, and tell them none of it is true. We will wait as planned.”

Though curious as to why you’d suddenly flipped positions, he pressed the green button and put the phone on speaker. He held a finger up to his lips, asking everyone to be silent.

“Jimin.” a voice greeted him. By the deeper register, you knew it was the one named Minjun. He sounded stern, but not quite furious.

“Minjun,” he replied, “I can’t say I’m glad to hear from you in this case.”

The man on the other end sighed, “Yes, I understand. I would ask if now is a good time, but I think we both know this conversation needs to happen now.”

You were holding your breath. Taehyung saw your anxiety building and he took the initiative to make his way over to you. He sat on the arm of the sofa quietly, placing a warm, comforting hand on your shoulder. You glanced up at him and he gave you a reassuring nod.

“Yes,” Jimin replied, “I’m glad you called. It’s been a rough morning. I want to answer your first question and say that…”

He looked at you, firming his resolve and taking your hand, “That this article is absolutely false. There is no truth to any of it.”

As soon as he said it, you slowly released your air.

Minjun sort of chuckled, “That’s quite a relief. Candidly, I was the slightest bit nervous that it was true, given your history with this woman. But my better judgement told me there was no way you would have gotten back together with her, let alone be careless enough to…you know.”

You felt a twinge of shame. He squeezed your hand.

“It’s outrageous,” Jimin said, “I want it disputed immediately. We can’t have people believing this lie.”

“Trust me, we’re on it. Now that we’ve heard it from you, we can draft a statement.”

He nodded, half focused on your demeanor, “Thank you.”

Minjun added, “Another thing is they don’t name a source. If it was Dispatch, we would have been contacted for a comment at the very least. They are good about giving us a heads up about rumors and asking for comment. This publication did nothing of the sort. And the article states that this individual is a ‘self-proclaimed close source.’”

“Right…” Jimin ran a frustrated hand through his hair, “Do we think that holds any water?”

“Unfortunately, it makes me fear that Seoyeon herself is behind this.”

You watched others in the group roll their eyes and look at one another in a united loathing. You could only look into your lap, for some reason finding it difficult to partake in the despising of her. After all, you’d met her. She showed you charity when you needed it. And she was a married woman, and a mother-to-be just like you.

Your boyfriend visibly winged, “I didn’t want to believe it, but I feel like you’re right.”

It didn’t make sense. She had a husband. If she truly wanted to throw a false rumor out there, why would she decide on one that could be so easily debunked?

You contemplated every detail of the conversation you’d had with her at that airport. Recalled was a flashback to her curiously staring at your t-shirt.

Jimin’s t-shirt, the one you borrowed. With a distinctive tear on its right sleeve.

Then something she said came back to you, her reply to you saying that the two of you seemed to have a lot in common:

“We do.”

But it wasn’t just that - it was the look on her face when she said it. The cadence she used.

Minju replied to him, “I feel that her refusal to name herself actually adds legitimacy to this story. No one would believe her if she was named as the source. Too many would think she was attention-seeking.”

He was right about that. You were horrified, and it showed. The other members were no longer paying attention to the phone call, but rather to you. Your body was subconsciously rocking as you were locked inside your own head. You could hardly feel it, but Taehyung was gently nudging you, trying to get your eyes to look at him.

Instead, you slowly rose from the couch with a lost gaze, before lumbering away. You crossed your arms, rubbing your upper arms as a way to self-soothe. One hand was brought up to your lips, so you could bite down on your thumb.

Jimin pleaded with his eyes for one of them to go after you, to make sure you were alright. Taehyung and Jin seemed to volunteer themselves, getting up to quietly follow you as you drifted into the kitchen.

You halted at the sink so you could get yourself a glass of water. You gulped it down as the two men waited for you, glancing at each other in confusion.

“What is it?” Jin asked, keeping his volume low, “Do you feel okay?”

“Fine,” your voice was a thousand miles away, “I’m just remembered what she-…I mean, I think she knew who I was…”

“Who, Seoyeon?”

You set the glass down on the counter, nodding slowly, “Yes, at the airport. I think she put it together…She knows I’m not just one of your stylists.”

Taehyung wanted to keep your thinking positive, “I doubt that, Y/N. From what you told us, it sounded like she was totally oblivious.”

You looked at him and found it somewhere within yourself to grin, appreciative of his care for you, “Thanks, but no. I remembered some more things. And now that all of this has happened, I believe it was her…because she knows about me.”

Just then, you heard Jimin bid the manager farewell, “Sounds good, Minjun. I appreciate your help…Yes, we will touch base later today. Thanks…Bye.”

You needed to tell him what you remembered. As you made your way out of the kitchen, Taehyung and Jin followed you. It was obvious that your concerned boyfriend was already coming to check on you.

He searched your face, “Good?”

You nodded with a bit of a shrug, “Mostly, but I think there’s something you should know. Well, all of you should know I guess.”

You walked further into the living room, but refused to take a seat this time. Rather, you ended up standing behind the couch, gripping at the back frame of it. Your distended abdomen rested on top of it.

“Okay,” you sighed, “I know I told all of you that when I met Seoyeon at the airport, that she didn’t know about us. Um, I-I think I might have been wrong about that.”

“Wait, what?” Jungkook’s head snapped in your direction.

Hoseok shot up, “You’ve got to be kidding.”

Jimin stepped closer to you, his eyes consumed with a concoction of trepidation and rage, “How is that possible?”

You closed your eyes as you drew in a calming breath, and then let it out, “I was wearing your old t-shirt. The white one, with a few rips and holes. She looked at it multiple times throughout our conversation.”

The man’s spirits fell. He knew exactly which piece of clothing you were talking about, and he knew that Seoyeon would have been able to recognize it - she’d worn it often when the two were together.

“Shit…” he raised his hands and set them behind his head.

“And then she said we had a lot in common,” you practically winced as you delivered the news, “She knows.”

An unruly side of him desperately yearned to punch a hole in the wall, break something. Throw a chair. Without realizing, his intake of breath evolved into something harsh, eyesight bleary with fury.

Jimin looked at you. You seemed worried for him, nervous for his reaction. Eyes darting to the others, he saw the same in them. Everyone was expecting him to blow up.

“Th-This makes no fucking sense," his voice elevated itself, "If she knows you're carrying my child, why wouldn't she just tell the press the truth? That would be greater revenge than telling them something that could be so easily disproven."

"Maybe not," said Yoongi, "This is the perfect way for her to get what she's always wanted - fame. And she's doing it by tearing you down. She probably figured this would force the two of you to go public. I mean, it's kind of a brilliant plan. It wouldn't surprise me if she makes her own statement soon, telling the world that you and her were, in fact, together at one point. She gets her name out there, tied to you forever. And she gets to satisfy the jealousy she probably feels about you, Y/N."

Jimin sank onto one of the armchairs, gripping his knees, "This woman is my greatest regret."

It was the evening. The guys had gone home. The two of you had heard from his parents, but not from yours. You should have expected as much, but it was ironic. This could have been their big chance to call you and try to tell you that they told you so. At least his mother and father were supportive, assuring you both that it would be alright in the end.

Dinner was fairly quiet between you. Neither of you felt hungry, but were eating anyway out of necessity.

“I really dread going into work tomorrow.” you mumbled.

“Don’t,” Jimin said after swallowing a bite of chicken, “No one knows you have any involvement. It’s me who should dread it, which is why I think it would be best if I stay put for a few days. Lay low.”

“Did Minjun suggest that?” you asked.

“Not yet,” he said, checking the time once again, waiting to be called back, “But I guarantee that will be part of the strategy. And I think we should both stay the hell off social media for a bit.”

You made a pact not to go online. You knew the media storm was currently enormous. Earlier in the day, you’d accidentally caught wind of a news segment on the television. It was officially headline news, and both of you could preserve a piece of your sanity by avoiding it like the plague.

“Agreed.” you replied.

There was about bout of silence in the air as you ate. The small fluttering in your belly were able to provide some comfort.

“Baby?” Jimin prompted.

“Hm?”

“What made you change your mind earlier today? You were so adamant about coming clean now that you became emotional. What changed?”

As was uncommon that day, you began to smile a little, “I had a moment of clarity. Honestly, I still don’t know how to navigate this, but I thought about the baby. And I had a similar feeling that I’ve had a couple times over the past few months…that I really have no choice. I’m a mom who needs to keep her child safe. I can’t knowingly put my baby in harm’s way.”

He smiled softly in response, “A protective mother.”

You giggled lightly, “You’re one to talk. Quite the protective father. And boyfriend.”

“I don’t have a choice either. I love you both. Forever.”

You were captivated by the declaration. He said something like it the night before, when he tipsily called you the love of his life. You wondered if he was serious. You dared not to get your hopes up with what that might imply.

“Jimin-”

The ring of his phone interrupted you. He turned it over, “Ah, it’s Minjun. Can it wait, baby?”

You feigned a smile, “Of course it can wait. That’s much more important anyway. Take it.”

He stood up and began to walk away, putting the phone to his ear, “Hey…Yeah, I can talk.”

You breathed out a sigh and finished your meal as your boyfriend went into the spare bedroom, which would eventually need to be turned into a nursery, but you couldn’t bear another thing in your head at the moment.

Craning your neck forward, you could see that Jimin had finished his dinner. You decided to clean up, taking hold of both of your plates.

Once you loaded up and started the dishwasher, you wanted to slip into your pajamas and get some sleep. Padding toward the master bedroom, you passed the spare. His muffled voice could be heard as you went by.

Though it could barely be made out, you thought you heard him say, “Yes, I planned on it.”

Your poor mind was too stretched to care to dig into it. Besides, you trusted Jimin implicitly to do the right thing in this predicament.

It felt odd going to work the next day, while he remained home. It was as if he was on house arrest.

“Okay, I’m heading out,” you said to him, grabbing your keys, “Is the statement still being posted today?”

“As far as I know, that’s still the plan. Probably by noon.” Jimin replied.

You nodded, standing close to him.

“It’s just another day, sweetheart.” he told you as he kissed you goodbye.

You nodded once more, “Just another day.”

His hands found your belly, as they always did, “Remember why we did it this way.”

You smiled a little, not because you were happy, but to assure him that you’d be alright to manage your stress, “I know. And before you ask, yes, I took my meds.”

“Good. Now go be great at your job,” he said, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You walked out the door after a short kiss, opening a chasm in Jimin’s world. Suddenly his chest was heavy, and he finally allowed himself to break. His frame sloped down to the floor as he unleashed a sob.

When you walked into the office that morning, you could sense the gossip floating in the air. The place was abuzz, small talk between colleagues dealing with one topic only - or so it felt.

As you feared, Chaeyoung came right up to you as you were entering your office. You hadn’t even set your bag down.

Having previously wanted to fake your interest, you now discovered that you couldn’t do it. So, all you said to her was, “Good morning.”

You were expecting her to start gabbing about the article. It was coming, and you braced yourself for it.

“Morning,” she sighed, “How are you?”

Perhaps not.

“I’m, uh, good,” you grinned as you sat down, opening your laptop, “How are you?”

“Fine,” her fingered traced along your desk, “Exhausted. Couldn’t sleep much this weekend.”

You nodded a few times, “I’m tired too. Um…H-Have you seen that story?”

She seemed to perk up a bit, “Yeah, I feel horrible for Jimin. Personally, I don’t believe it. I mean, we saw her a few weeks ago. She’s married and all. I think maybe we should go up to Management today.”

You furrowed your brows, “Why? I don’t want to get involved in any way.”

“I think we need to let them know that she has a husband. And that when we saw her at the airport, she mentioned nothing about Jimin. Maybe it could help them falsify the story.”

You blinked, “You’re the one who told them we met her in the first place. You didn’t mention she was married?”

“Well, no,” she shrugged, “That wasn’t a relevant detail at the time.”

“Could you go alone? I have things I’m behind on.”

“I know, I’m sorry. But I think it would solidify it for them if there were multiple witnesses.”

You sighed, unable to believe that you were really about to do this, “Alright, just give me a while to get settled.”

She left you alone to get your day started, unbeknownst to the fact that you weren't going to be able to focus on anything. You responded to some emails absentmindedly and started to review some updates for the tour.

Closer to ten in the morning, you were at a good stopping point in your work. You picked up Chaeyoung from her desk and the two of you headed up, hoping this wouldn't take long.

In the elevator, you felt slightly unsteady. Leaning against the back wall of the box, you cradled your belly, which contained those fluttery movements regularly now. Chaeyoung operated the elevator, pressing the correct button. No one else caught the carriage at the same time you did, so you were alone with her.

She smiled at you softly, "You're looking really cute these days, by the way."

You glanced at your bump and then back at her, "Oh, thank you."

"You make me miss being pregnant, which I never thought would happen honestly. But ugh, those little kicks. The hiccups. I miss feeling those things...and I had two of them in me."

You laughed, "I gotta say, I have no idea how you managed that."

"Me neither," she smirked, crossing her arms, "By the time I was at the stage you're in, I looked like I was eight months pregnant. Waddling everywhere. People would ask me when I was due, anticipating that it would be extremely soon. And then I'd tell them I was only halfway through, and oh my - the looks on their faces. Priceless."

You giggled as the elevator opened to the right floor. The pair of you exited the box and walked in the wide hallway. Their offices were behind a large double glass door.

Chaeyoung took the lead when you came upon the front desk, saying to the secretary with a low volume, "Hi. We don't have an appointment, but we work in the Styling Department and we think we might have some information that could be useful."

"Useful?" the woman asked.

Your colleague leaned forward some more, "Yes. You know...about what's going on?"

"Oh, this concerns that?"

Both of you nodded.

"I see," she said, picking up her phone, to dial one of the managers, "Give me one moment."

As she notified someone, you looked around this ultra-polished and modern space. The boys' pictures were around, as well as some of their awards. Some of them made you chuckle to yourself, as you saw much younger versions of them all. Adolescent fat still on their faces, their progression through the years, and through a multitude of hair colors.

The secretary smiled at you both, "You're both in luck. Minjun has a few minutes to see you now."

Perfect, you thought. Minjun.

You were escorted back into the manager's beautiful workspace. He was dressed in a nice white button-down with a navy blue jacket, sitting at his huge desk.

"Ladies," he offered you both a very polite expression as he stood, "Please come in. Forgive me, but I don't believe I'm familiar with your names?"

"Thank you, sir. I'm Chaeyoung, and this is my coworker, Y/N. You may recall a couple of stylists met Seoyeon by accident, at the airport. That was us."

"Ah, yes. I remember. Pleased to meet you both," he said, "Please sit."

As you sat, you thought you should speak up, "We won't take much of your time, sir, given the gravity of the situation I'm sure you're extremely busy. But we have some information that we'd like you to know."

The man nodded in a friendly manner, sitting back behind his desk and crossing one leg over his knee, "Alright, you have my attention."

Chaeyoung continued where you left off, "I have been assigned to BTS long enough to recall Jimin's, um...history with this woman. Seoyeon is in fact pregnant, but she's a married woman now."

Minjun raised his brows, "Is that so?"

"Yes," you confirmed, "While speaking with her, she mentioned her husband. And I do remember seeing a ring on her finger. He's the CEO of some big firm here in Seoul."

The man leaned forward, intrigued and grateful for this revelation, "Do you know which firm or his name?"

"His name is Li Daejin," Chaeyoung answered, catching you totally off-guard, "The firm's name is-"

"Gravitas," Minjun finished for her, "I'm familiar with his name and his company. He is an affluent man indeed. This will work in our favor. A man like that won't accept a false rumor about his wife running rampant. I will get in touch with him immediately. Thank you ladies. You're free to leave."

You were dumbfounded at your friend, begrudgingly following behind her as you bid the manager a good day and left. Once you were out of the office entirely, you caught up to her and whispered harshly, "You knew this the entire time??"

Chaeyoung kept walking like nothing was wrong, "Sorry, yes I did. My husband works for him."

"It's fine..." you mumbled, rounding a corner to get back to the elevator, "I'm just confused. When you first told me about her, you acted as if you didn't know who this big CEO was. Why?"

She let out a big sigh, eyes filled with remorse, "I'm sorry for the white lie. At the time, I just didn't feel like it was right to divulge any more information. I mean, I was gossiping when I knew I shouldn't, and I don't know..."

You nodded slowly, despite your doubts. It didn't make sense to you.

"Alright then."

As you were about to come upon the elevator, you caught a glimpse of Namjoon. Chatting on his phone, he was looking directly at you. Uncomfortable as it was, you gave him a look, causing him to start making his way to you.

He hung up with whoever he was talking to and approached you both, “Hey guys. Y/N, I’m glad I ran into you. We have a couple of pieces that we sort of roughed up during a dress rehearsal last week. Jungkook’s vest, a pair of pants I think. You’re the best at fixing them, so could you follow me so I can pass them off to you?”

You were stupefied, “Um…”

You looked at Chaeyoung to make sure she was alright with it. She nodded at you.

You turned back to Namjoon, “Y-Yeah, sure.”

“Thanks,” he smiled, “I’ll have her back down in Styling in a few minutes, Chae.”

Before you knew what happened, you were walking away with him. The leader of the group mumbled to you, “We’ll make sure no one is looking and pop into my studio.”

You nodded, “Nice cover story, I suppose.”

“I actually do have Jungkook’s vest. He never remembers to tell you guys when he rips something.”

In the midst of the confusion, you found it in yourself to laugh a little.

Namjoon checked the surrounding area casually when you came upon the door that you presumed to be his studio. Then he hurried you inside, pushing you a bit.

Locking the door, he let out a breath, “Please tell me you weren’t just coming from Management.”

Timid, you confirmed it, “I was. Chae thought it would be a good idea to let someone know that Seoyeon is married. Ironically, we ended up speaking with Minjun.”

He put a hand to his chest, tall posture slouching a bit, “Oh thank God. I thought the worst.”

You felt painfully awkward, “She apparently knew Seoyeon’s husband this whole time. Her own husband works for him. Weird, right?”

He chewed the inside of his lip for a moment, arms crossed over his pecs, “That’s a little strange. But it was very smart to hand that tidbit over to them. It will help them dispel this bullshit rumor and get things back to normal sooner.”

“I hope so.”

A cumbersome silence took hold in the room. It lingered for a long moment, both of you looking at anything except each other.

The man cleared his throat, “I sorry about all of this…”

You tried to muster a grin, but it was pathetic, “I am too, but it will get cleared up and things will resolve themselves in time. That’s what I’m telling myself anyway.”

“No, I mean about everything before that,” he said, “For the things I did and said. I’ve been so wrong about you.”

“You don’t need to do this,” you said, unable to meet his eye, “It’s alright.”

Namjoon shook his head, genuine in his tone,“It’s the furthest thing from alright. I’ve said awful, slanderous things regarding you and your relationship with Jimin. I’m ashamed by my words. And I can’t help but feel like I’ve played a role in your blood pressure issue. The stress I’ve caused you and Jimin…I know it’s not the sole reason, but it contributed.”

He paused for a moment, looking around the room with a tight jaw in discomfort, “I’m in disbelief of myself. For so long I was opposition of the best thing in my brother’s life. And I refused to celebrate something so wonderful. I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

You stepped closer to him, “I always felt that you were adjust trying to protect him. Now I can see exactly what you were trying to protect him from. I’m glad he has a friend like you, Namjoon. Deep down, I know he would agree.”

“How? I’ve been such a dick.”

You chuckled lightly, “You know, yesterday morning, when we found out about this whole blunder, the sound of his panic woke me up. He was on the phone with you, and he was asking you what he should do. In a crisis, you showed up for him, and he looked to you for guidance. That’s because in his heart of hearts, he still knows you look out for him.”

“Huh…” he replied, “I never thought about that.”

You maintained a soft smile, “Now hand me Jungkook’s damn vest.”

Namjoon snickered as he turned and retrieved the article of clothing from some shelf, “Here. Thanks, Y/N.”

“You’re welcome,” you said, starting to leave the room, “And maybe try telling Jimin what you just told me. I think he needs to hear that more than I do.”

"Looks good."

Jimin was at the dining room table with his laptop open, reviewing the draft. His phone was on the table, set on speaker with Minjun on the other end.

"It will help quell the fray,” the manager assured him, “If we wait much longer, the fire will only spread and rumors keep developing. This will contain it.”

“Yeah,” he chewed on his knuckle, “It will help.”

“Chin up,” Minjun said, “It will be resolved, let me assure you. Especially now that we have an extra piece to the puzzle. A little bit ago, two stylists came into my office. They were the ones who met Seoyeon at the airport while you guys were on your way to shoot the music video. Chaeyoung and Y/N are their names.”

Jimin’s stomach did a flip, “I know them. Nice women.”

“Yes, they told me the Seoyeon is married to a man named Li Daejin. He’s the CEO of Gravitas.”

Being a resident of Seoul, Jimin knew the compact name, “I see.”

“Apparently, Chaeyoung’s own husband works for him. I attempted to contact him before jumping on this call with you, but no answer. Ideally, I’d like to speak with him and Seoyeon together.

“Does his lack of response concern you?” He asked, “Couldn’t that be interpreted as the answer to our big question?”

The other man replied confidently, “Not quite, though I understand your point. I will try again to get in touch with them. If I’m able to speak with them and clear the air, perhaps we can urge them to make a statement of their own refuting this story. If I am filtered through his lawyer, then I’d be incredibly suspicious of involvement on her or their part.”

“Right.” Jimin muttered, his mind in a million different places.

“Don’t worry. This will come to a close, one way or another. The company’s position is to take legal action against whoever sourced this garbage. It’s a concrete case of defamation and libel. When it’s all said and done, no one will believe you’re this child’s father.”

His heart hardened, “Good. Thank you, Minjun.”

“I’ll be back in touch as soon as I have another update for you,” the manager said, “Until then, you know the drill. Lay low and stay the hell off social media.”

The two men said their goodbyes, before Jimin huffed and hung up the phone. He let his head rest on the table for a moment, just breathing.

But he couldn’t catch a break today.

The phone made a dinging sound, the one that went off when there was someone in the foyer downstairs for him. It was something of a doorbell, coming from his home security app allocated for all those who lived in the highly-monitored complex.

Whoever was able to buzz into his phone must have known his unique code. Given the circumstances, the slightly paranoid man opened up the app to check the security camera live footage. He’d be able to see who had come to see him.

When he saw, he felt sick.

Not entirely sure it was the right choice, he granted the visitor access.

He was a nervous wreck until he heard her knock on the door. Scrambling, he checked his appearance in the hallway mirror quickly, finicking to get his hair in the right place.

He opened the door to see her. She was standing before him, eyes tired and baggy. She clutched her black bag tightly, utterly uncomfortable in her surroundings.

She acknowledged him with a single nod, “Jimin.”

Your mother.

She carried pain in her eyes, for you.

He opened the door wider and moved more to the side, giving her access into the apartment. He felt rude for not greeting her back, but he couldn’t yet. He needed to do this right.

As soon as she was inside and turned back to face him, he bowed at the hip, head low.

Already he began to choke up, “I’m truly sorry for not being able to protect your daughter from this. Please trust me when I tell you that the story is false.”

Your mother didn’t appear to care about that, instead pleading, “Where is she? I need to see her.”

Puzzled, Jimin straightened himself back up, “She went into work. She’s almost always back by five.”

There was something of an ironic grin on her face as she shook her head to herself, “All of this and she still went to work. She inherited her resilience from her father. Would you mind if I stayed and waited for her?”

Without hesitation, he gestured, “Of course. Please.”

She offered him a small smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes before turning around and slowly walking deeper inside. As she went about, she studied the new furnishings and decor.

“Your home has Y/N written all over it,” she remarked, “I recognize a lot of this from her old place.”

He felt as though he was naked, “Yes. I’ve received numerous compliments since she moved in. I’m told it’s an improvement.”

He thought he may have heard her laugh a little.

“So, you’re lockdown until this storm blows over?” she inquired when they entered the living room, plopping down in armchair that faced the man.

Jimin put his hands in his pockets, “That’s the recommendation.”

He felt like a moron, disgraced.

Your mother gave no reply, only sitting and looking around at the living room some more. Her silence was chipping away at him.

“Please don’t think me disrespectful, but don’t you want to at least know what happened?”

“I do, and yet I don’t,” she sighed, “I must admit I’m ashamed that I let this rift form between us for this long. A mother should know her child and I haven’t the slightest idea what she’s been through. And now this…If you are offering, I’m open to an explanation.”

Jimin took a seat in the armchair that was positioned across from hers, “I will explain what I can. There is much to say.”

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hi! i thought i’d share this with you. i was scrolling on tiktok earlier, and this popped up on my fyp! also, i can’t wait for the next chapter! you’re literally my fav writer! 🤍🤍

Oh my goodness, that is crazy! A little ironic too, because part of the reason why I started writing is because I definitely noticed a slower output of BTS fanfics. It was only natural, since they’ve been in the military, but still. Maybe something I can work on is a fanfic rec list of my own. There are so many good ones out there still that people may not have come across. Thank you for sharing this with me and for the compliment. Made my day! I’m so excited to continue the fic 😊🤍

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pjmmania · 3 months ago

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To Those Who Have Been Patiently Waiting:

Hi all! I cannot wait to release Chapter 9 of If Snow Decides to Fall.

Your sweet comments mean a lot to me and serve as a great motivation to get it finished. I always want to put out the very best of myself, and honestly the way I began writing it didn’t satisfy me. I got about halfway through and just wasn’t loving it, so I started over.

I can see how many of you love it, so I feel obligated to take my time if needed. This story is my baby! I want to do it justice:)

Anyway, thank you again for your excitement and patience.

I hope you something makes you smile today!

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pjmmania · 4 months ago

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Fanfic Update: If Snow Decides to Fall

Hi! Just popping back in! The next part for If Snow Decides to Fall is in the works. Definitely hit a crucial part of the storyline, so I’m taking extra time with it:)

Thanks everyone for reading!

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If Snow Decides to Fall

8. “Bumps in the road.”

Author's Note: Another rollercoaster of a chapter…oops ;)

Chapter Warnings: heavy smut (extremely kinky), pregnancy, explicit language, toxic parental relationship, mental health struggles

Taglist: @marihoneywk @amarawayne @chimmy-licious

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"Jimin you can't just leave now," Yoongi said, "This is serious."

Hoseok scoffed, "Yeah, you can't just tell us 'Seoyeon's back' without a little elaboration."

Grabbing his room key off the mini bar, Jimin paused. His back was turned to the group. He could hardly think, after having just screamed at Namjoon and received the most unexpected information.

His shoulders dropped from a tense height as he exhaled a deep breath. He had sent you a text immediately after getting off the call. You were awake and agreed to speak with him about it. It wasn't like you were going to be able to sleep anytime soon.

His voice was now scratchy from yelling, "I need to speak to Y/N. She’s meeting me in my room. I think she tried to tell me this earlier, multiple times. We just kept getting interrupted."

"I agree that she needs to be a part of the conversation, but so do we," Jin replied gently, "It's a delicate situation. I'm sure the company will handle it, but we should all be on the same page here. This woman almost...well we all know what she almost did."

"Then come with me if you want. I don't care," Jimin turned to face them all, his eyes firmly alert as he pointed at Namjoon, "But not you. I don't want you near her."

The blonde man was completely calm at this point, maybe even humble, "Jimin-"

"No,” he held solid, “I haven’t told everyone in this room yet, but at the ultrasound we found out that her blood pressure is too high. It’s largely due to stress, and it could become a real problem if she can’t get it under control. The last thing she needs is to feel under attack.”

“I’m sorry,” Namjoon said, his tone sincere and soft, “I didn’t know that. And I’m sorry for the argument. I think it’s important for us all to know what’s going on, like Jin said. You have my word that I’ll shut up and listen. But I don’t want to affect her health and if you truly don’t want me there, I’ll respect it. I’m…I’m really sorry.”

His head dropped as if to hide in shame. The man rubbed his palm against his forehead.

No one spoke, waiting for Jimin’s response.

He pursed his lips together and closed his eyes, “Fine. Let's go."

As they all filtered out of Hoseok's room and into his, which was further down the hall, you were on your way up in your sleep shorts, another one of Jimin's t-shirts, and slippers.

You were so glad that the company didn't book you a shared room with Chaeyoung. Otherwise, this would be tough to explain.

The guys were on the top floor. They had an entire hallway booked out for them, to give them a nice cushion of privacy. You were confident no one would see you, but just in case, you wore your company staff badge on a lanyard around your neck.

You could feel the anxiety bubbling up within you, so you focused on controlling deep breaths in the elevator. When you reached their floor, no one was around. A blessing, amid the mess.

As you rounded corner after corner, you checked Jimin's text to recall his room number.

When you came upon the correct door, you knocked. It was opened instantly, as if he’d been waiting by the entry for you.

He pitied the sight of you standing there, looking worn down. Suspicion of any wrongdoing on your account was impossible. He saw it all on your face, but he wanted an explanation nonetheless.

He pulled you inside, closed the door, and brought you into his arms, “Come here, baby.”

You settled in his embrace as you peered at the group behind him. To your relief, none of them looked upset with you, not even Namjoon.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, “I was trying to tell you.”

His hand stroked your hair, “I know. It’s okay. Nothing is horribly wrong.”

The other members were shocked he could say such a thing. They all had cause to be very worried, but if he wasn’t going to panic, then neither would they.

When he released you, he checked your face to make sure you were calm. His lips pulled upward into a soft grin, putting aside any of his own worries for the sake of your mental state. You nodded at him, letting him know you were ready to talk about it.

Holding your hand, Jimin brought you into the suite. You exchanged subdued greetings with the others and decided to sit on the edge of the king-sized bed. Your partner sat beside you and handed you a bottle of water, in case you needed it.

“I, um, I guess I’ll just say what happened…” you cleared your throat, “At the airport yesterday, I got shoved in that swarm of fans and the woman standing behind me picked me up. It turned out to be Seoyeon. We sort of just went through TSA together and grabbed a coffee. Until Chaeyoung showed up and recognized her, I wasn’t certain it was really her. I know that you all rightfully have a negative view of her, but she was actually very kind to me. Our conversation ended when she realized that I worked for the company…and that I know you guys. It made her uncomfortable.”

“What did you guys talk about?” Jimin asked putting a soothing hand around your wrist, “I mean…did she mention anything or infer anything?”

“About you or BTS? Not specifically. She made a comment about the industry, though. She said it ‘wasn’t her scene’.”

Jungkook jeered at that, rolling his eyes, “Oh please.”

Your boyfriend scooted a little closer to you, swallowing up his pride, “I’m afraid you’ll need to be more specific. What did you talk about?”

You closed your eyes, wanting to sink into the mattress beneath you, “Babies. We talked about babies. She’s pregnant as well.”

Jimin let go of your wrist. The room went stiff.

You sighed, looking down at your lap, “She married a CEO and was on her way to LA to see him. Nothing nefarious. She wasn’t following you guys or anything. I-I think it was all just a coincidence.”

The guys were waiting for Jimin to reply first.

“No,” he looked at you with all the assurance you needed, “I’m sure it was. If she’s married and starting a family, I highly doubt that she has the time or motivation to screw with us.”

Namjoon looked like he was biting his tongue.

Taehyung leaned against the wall with arms crossed over his chest, “That is, unless she could have had any indication that you two are together now.”

You gulped and looked at your boyfriend, “No, she couldn’t have. Your name never even came up. And we didn’t discuss BTS beyond a brief mention of the airport mob. When she realized who I worked for, she left. She had no interest in digging for more information.”

He sensed your nerves and put his arm around you, “Hey, it’s okay. I believe you. Management told me they will keep an eye out for any rumors, but they weren’t very concerned either. It appears we don’t need to worry about her, so we won’t. Just wanted to hear it from you, that’s all.”

“Yeah,” Yoongi reinforced, glancing at Jimin before you, “Don’t sweat it.”

The leader of the group dipped his head, brows knitted together in a broadcast of regret.

You nodded, “Okay. Sorry to ruin your little celebration.”

“How did you know?” Jin chuckled.

“It’s no secret that you guys enjoy a some drinks after a shoot like this,” you broke into a grin, “Plus you all smell a bit like champagne.”

Most of them laughed at the comment. Jimin pecked your temple and you yawned. Now that your conscience was clear, sleepiness overtook you.

"Will you come to the dinner with us tomorrow, Y/N?" Hoseok questioned.

"Dinner?"

"Just a team dinner sort of thing. Us and all the staff that came along," Jungkook elaborated, "You should come."

You smiled, "Sounds fun, though I might need to have Chae take me shopping. This could be an excuse for me to finally go get some maternity clothes.”

“Your bump has gotten bigger.” Taehyung smirked.

The oldest member elbowed him, “Don’t say that! It’s rude.”

You laughed and put your hand on your belly, “But it’s true. I’ve grown out of almost every cute top I own. Once it gets cooler, I’m going to need new jeans as well. Ugh, just new everything.”

Hoseok broke into a tender laughter. Everyone looked confused.

Grinning curiously, Jimin asked him, "What, Hobi?"

"Sorry, it's nothing," his eyes were narrow in a glad squint, "I just can't believe you guys are really having a baby. Why does it suddenly feel so real now?"

Yours and Jimin's hearts were warmed.

"It's going to be fun," Jungkook concurred, his endearing bunny smile shining, "Chasing after a tiny version of one of us. Is it a boy or girl?"

"We aren't going to find out," your boyfriend smirked, "Care to make a wager? We each put in fifty-thousand won and then the winning side splits the pot."

Now you were in a playful mood and interjected, "It's a boy. I can feel it."

Jimin laughed and nudged you, "That's a lie. You said you didn't have a gut feeling."

You shrugged, "Well now I do."

"I still think it's a girl," he said before looking at all the members, "And my prediction is more legitimate. I felt it from the beginning."

"I say girl." Jungkook voiced.

"Girl." Jin nodded.

"Boy," Taehyung, "Gotta side with Y/N's maternal instincts."

"Nope," Hoseok chuckled, "Nothing against your instincts, Y/N, but Jimin's a girl dad."

Yoongi pondered it momentarily, "I honestly have no idea, but I'll go with boy, just to keep it interesting."

"If you must, but you're going to have to fork it over when you meet my daughter." Jimin taunted.

The father of the child placed his hand on your protruding abdomen. The gaiety on his face was raw and undeniable. He was happy - truly happy.

Namjoon took stock of this. Only then did it click. There was no way you could be like Seoyeon. She could never create that look on his face, nor could anyone else. Hana’s words replayed in his mind. She was right - you’d done nothing to indicate malevolence. That was the proof in itself.

He was disgusted with himself, so much that he couldn’t find any words to say. How could he even begin to apologize? Until this point, he had been the least supportive friend. He had gone out of his way to try to tear Jimin from a source of pure joy and love.

Wanting to be nice, you extended it to the one person you hadn't given his prediction. "Namjoon?"

Feeling apart from his own self, he stood slowly, “I’m…I’m going to go to bed. Long day, you know?”

There were no utterances of dismay. His cadence was downtrodden, not angry. This was not an act of protest - it was one of contrition.

For once, Jimin saw and believed the remorse, but he let him exit the room regardless. He found himself unable to forgive so easily. What he did was too far over the line.

After the door closed, you looked at all of them, "I think he's starting to come around, actually. Today he-"

"Don't mention that, please." Your boyfriend removed his hand from your bump and used it to sweep hair out of his face, tongue poking his cheek.

"Oh, you already know about what he said?"

"He told us," Jin sat down in his place, "Sorry about that."

"It's alright."

"It's the furthest thing from 'alright'," Jimin groaned with vexation, "The fact that he would go so far as to denigrate you like that to your face."

You put your hand on his back and rubbed it, "Well, it was awkward, but I didn't get the sense that he was purposefully trying to denigrate me. It felt like he was really just searching for answers, out of a place of care...for you."

"That’s no excuse.” he bit back.

You were plainly too tired to get into it. Your body craved rest, and you yawned once more. It forced your boyfriend back to a focus solely set on you.

“You guys should leave. We’re going to turn in.”

You flashed him a puzzled look, “Wait, no. I can’t sleep here.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jin laughed lightly as he and the others began to head out, “Anything for your spooning time.”

Jimin chuckled, though his mood wasn’t necessarily jubilant.

You still objected, “Jimin, I really shouldn’t sleep here.”

He wore that gorgeous grin that no woman could refuse, “It’s no big deal, I promise. There are no other staff staying on this floor and you aren’t sharing a room with Chaeyoung. No one will notice.”

Jungkook tiffed, “Not to be weird, but if you were able to pull off spending that many nights at his apartment without being caught, I think you’re good.”

“Night, love birds.” Yoongi called before they all headed out the door.

As much as you didn’t want to risk getting caught, there was always a gravitational pull towards the solace that Jimin never failed to provide for you. You had a hard time saying no to his company.

In this large hotel room now with a population of two, you both took a moment to relax.

He then patted your knee twice and stood up, “You get comfortable, sweetheart. I’m going to clean up real quick.”

As he stood up, you caught the traces of lightness fade from his features. They were replaced with those of hurt, of confusion.

He walked into the bathroom and flicked the light on, closing the door behind him.

You sat there on the bed and listened to the sink run. It wasn’t lost on you that the news was jarring for him. You could only imagine how bizarre it was to have her in the loop of discussion. He’d told you before that she wasn’t someone he liked to talk about - there was a world of pain there that you didn’t know intimately.

He deserved to feel odd about all of this. It had to be okay for him to show a little disdain. He didn’t have to put on a show of strength for you all the time.

When he returned to the bedroom, there was the slightest furrow of his brows, as if he was in deep thought.

You shifted onto your knees, the fluffy white covers beneath you, hands in your lap, “Jimin, can we talk for a minute?”

“Hm?” he spun around, rubbing the back of his neck, “Oh, yeah. Sure.”

“You’re distraught. Is it Namjoon?”

“I mean, yeah, but not entirely. I’ve sort of gotten used to feeling this way about him, unfortunately.”

It was Seoyeon.

You tilted your head, eyes full of pity and concern, “I see…It’s alright for you to feel strange about all of this. I know it’s freaked you out a little.”

He sat on the other side of the bed, back facing you, “I’m not freaked out. I have all the faith that she won’t do anything stupid. It sounds funny, given the way things ended between us, but I know she wouldn’t stoop that low. Especially if she’s…you know.”

“Married and pregnant?”

He paused, revealing the true thorn in his side, “Yes…”

“Jimin, it’s normal to feel weird about an ex moving on. She broke up with you and then quickly got married and now she’s having a baby. It’s not easy to digest. And that’s okay.”

“It’s not even that,” he looked back at you over his shoulder, “It just pisses me off that she got what she wanted. She got her money, her high status. I sort of always took comfort that by ending it with me, she was cheating herself out of getting all of that. But she fucking got it in the end, and she doesn’t deserve it.”

You crawled across the bed to kneel behind him, and you began to rub his shoulders, “So she went and probably used this other guy. I agree that she doesn’t deserve it. But…if we spend time focusing on resenting her, then she gets another win. Personally, I don’t feel like handing another victory to someone who hurt the man I love.”

His shoulders dropped as he shook his head, “How is your heart this golden?”

“It’s not,” you sighed as you let go and scooted over to sit down next to him, “My heart has been tarnished. The fact that my parents won’t even speak to me has been devastating. Sometimes I feel so angry with them that I start to like the idea of never seeing them again. It’s horrible to say, but sometimes I think of our child never having a relationship with them, and I’m content. But then I realize how much power I give them when I do that.”

You began to get choked up, and it was evident by the break in your voice, “And people who would abandon their daughter don’t get to control.”

He put his hand on your knee and frowned, heartbroken for you, “Baby…”

You nodded, pulling it together, “And so, out of my resentment comes some kind of forced indifference. I just choose not to pay them mind, and I can move on. I don’t focus on what they deserve or don’t deserve. I just let the situation be, for the sake of my own peace.”

He kissed your cheek and then you let that same cheek rest on his shoulder.

“I love you,” he said, “You’re right. Letting it linger will only hurt me, not her. And you and our baby girl are far more worth the energy.”

You smiled, “You really are confident about the girl thing, huh?”

“Of course I am,” he chuckled, “I know everything.”

"Well, I know something you don't know."

Voice soft, he hummed, "Hm?"

"I felt movement today." you couldn't help but giggle the words out.

Jimin was instantly more alert. He hastily scooted further from you so he could turn to face you, eyes wide with wonderment, "You did?"

You nodded, "Just these tiny tapping sensations. The baby books are right. It feels like bubbles popping. Actually, it sort of tickled."

He threw his arms around you and laughed melodiously, which caused you to laugh harder. His joy was contagious to you. His embrace was so forceful that you fell back onto the bed together, though he was instinctively careful not to put his full weight on you.

He pulled away so he could lift his shirt from your abdomen and kiss right below your belly button. Then he cooed, "Good job, little one. Daddy's so proud of you for learning how to wiggle around in there."

You cupped your bump as you melted at his words, “Keep growing strong. We love you.”

*Three days later*

It was around eight at night when you heard the door unlatch from where you were standing, at the stove. A hot meal was in progress for you both, simmering in the pot in front of you.

You smiled when you heard him let out a breath of relief to finally be home. You had gotten in a few hours earlier - yours and Chaeyoung's departing flight left before the boys'.

Jimin, still in the entryway, slipped his shoes off and grinned, shaking his head, "Are you cooking?"

"I am." you called back.

He appeared around the corner in shorts and a white t-shirt, with one of his quintessential black bucket hats on his head. Appropriate attire for this scalding September heat.

He took off his hat and let it sit on the island, "Smells amazing."

Then you felt his arms wrap around your middle. As had become a habit, his palms laid flat against your belly.

You hummed as you stirred, "Hi."

"Hi," he smirked, "How are you?"

"Hungry. How are you?"

His low chuckle sounded right by your ear, "Starving. Thanks for doing this. I was prepared to just order something."

"Isn't it nice having me around?" you teased.

Jimin's lips landed behind your ear, "It's a dream having you around, sweetheart...Is this one of your new shirts, by the way?"

It was. Prior to that dinner in LA, you had convinced Chaeyoung to go to the mall with you. You ended up returning home with far more clothing than you brought, all accommodating to your changing shape. The top you were currently wearing was a simple fitted t-shirt in a pretty mocha brown. The material was comparable to that of a yoga top, all soft and stretchy.

"Mhm." you replied.

"I love it. I got so used to seeing you in all these loose tops. Well, my tops. Now I get to see my woman get all nice and big.”

Your mouth went agape as your face turned red, “What a perverted thing to say.”

He smirked into your neck as he kissed you again, “What you deem as perverse is actually just a common thought for any man. And don’t pretend you don’t like it.”

Then he gave your ass a playful slap and went to get himself a glass of water.

While he was at the fridge, you continued to stir, “When will you guys get to see the final cut of the music video?”

“Eh,” he said as he put his glass under the water dispenser, causing it to run, “Usually takes weeks, if not months. But this one doesn’t use as many CGI effects, so it might be faster.”

“What would you guys need CGI for? That theatre was stunning.”

“Yeah,” he grinned, “I loved it. That was probably my favorite choreography we’ve ever done. And my favorite wardrobe.”

The uptick in his inflection made you break into a laugh, “You flatter me.”

“I mean it,” he gulped down some of the cold water, “It was extremely detailed and everything matched the feel of the song. Tell me, whose idea was it to put me and Jungkook in corsets?”

Again, you threw your head back and laughed, “That was Chae. But it was my idea to put you in the white suit.”

Jimin drew closer and leaned over the counter next to you, head propped up by his elbow as he watched you cook, “That was a brilliant choice, baby.”

Looking into the pot, you grinned with a feigned arrogance, “I’m aware. Here, taste this.”

You spooned up a sampling of the sauce and fed it to him. He smacked his lips together a couple times as he absorbed the flavor.

“Need anything?”

“Pinch more of salt.”

You nodded and took the salt shaker from the countertop on your right. You flipped it over and twisted to grind some of its contents into the pot. After giving it another stir, Jimin dipped his finger into the sauce and put it in his mouth.

“Mm,” he affirmed, “Perfect.”

The two of you ate together at the kitchen island. He got himself a bottle of soju from the fridge to take with dinner. When your plates were clean, he took the prerogative to do all the dishes.

“I’ll help you.” you said once he grabbed your plate.

“I’ve got it,” he replied assuredly, “Go shower or get in your pajamas or something.”

With that, he kissed your forehead and went to the sink, slinging one of the drying towels over his shoulder. To you, a warm shower sounded amazing.

You rose from the chair and paused, feeling a little lightheaded. It only lasted a couple of seconds, insignificant. Then you proceeded like normal out of the kitchen and into the bathroom for your rinse.

The water patting on your skin was a massage. You closed your eyes and simply let the droplets hit you for a few minutes, your head falling back. Breaths entered and then left your lungs slowly. It was all supposed to relax you, but instead your mind began to race. Your brain had time to spin, and the weight of it all pressed on your conscience.

You didn’t know when you’d speak to your parents again, or if.

You’d just come back from a successful weekend doing a job you truly loved, and your days working for the company were numbered.

The ex-girlfriend had reappeared.

Your pregnancy and relationship were causing a fracture in one of your boyfriend’s deepest friendships.

The most beautiful part of your life, your love with Jimin, was a like a glittering treasure kept hidden from the world, unable to blossom freely.

You were going to be a mother. A mother. A new person would be entering the world entirely dependent on you for survival and guidance. Ironically, this troubled you less than any of the other things.

You drew in a sharp, hitched breath, held it for a second, and blew it out.

*The next day*

“I just wanted to congratulate you on a successful trip. The producers applauded you and Chaeyoung with your punctuality and attention to detail.”

You were meeting with Sanghee, recapping the shoot.

“Thank you,” you nodded your head with a smile, “I’m so grateful you asked me to go.”

She was warmhearted, “Of course. You are one of the strongest on this team, Y/N. You’ve shown great promise in the time you’ve been here. It was about time you went on one of those trips. I’m sure there will be plenty more in your future. Plus, I wanted you to get a taste of what tour will be like.”

Your eyes got wider, as you hadn’t thought about that in a while, “Oh, right.”

She laughed, swiveling from side to side in her chair, “I know it feels like a long way off, but things move fast around here, as you’ve seen. While I’m at it, I wanted to plant the seed for you to begin thinking about how you’d like to allocate your time on the tour.”

You tilted your head to the side, “Sorry, I’m not sure what you mean?”

“Well, I know it would be extremely tough for you, being a new mom and all. You’d never be expected to be there for the first leg if you didn’t want to. I assumed you’d want to do short stints. But then again, I don’t know what your childcare plan looks like.”

“R-Right,” you sighed, “I will start thinking about all of that. Honestly, there’s a lot I need to work out still.”

Your boss laughed, “Yes, I can imagine. But please know we will be as flexible as we can. You’re valued here and we’d love for you to be there wherever you can make it work.”

It gave you some juice, to hear how wanted you were. A confidence booster was so needed at the moment.

“Thank you, Sanghee. That really means a lot to me.”

“Absolutely,” she crossed one leg over, before taking a sip of coffee from the self-heating mug on her desk, “So enough about work. How are you feeling?”

“I’m doing well,” your sigh was content this time as your hand glided over your new satin maternity blouse, “Started feeling little kicks. My blood pressure had been running a bit high, but other than that it’s good. I’m getting really excited to meet him or her.”

“Ah, my blood pressure was high too, when I was pregnant with my second. I was put on this one medication, I forget the name of it. But it saved me from going on bed rest.”

Your posture sank slightly, “My doctor warned me about bed rest, so I’m glad to hear there’s a medication for it that’s safe for pregnancy.”

Sanghee showed you a sympathetic grin, “Just keep drinking water and eat lots of yogurt. Avocados too, if you like them. They lower blood pressure.”

“I’ll give them a try.” you smirked.

“Good. Speaking of food, I’m heading out for lunch. There’s a new grill down the street that I’ve been dying to try. Care to join?”

Her praise and friendliness felt so good. You couldn’t help but want to please her by agreeing to tag along.

“Sure!”

Your boss stood from her chair and grabbed her large burgundy alligator skin purse, “Perfect. I know it’s hot out there, but are you okay to walk? I’m trying to get my steps in.”

You rose from your chair as well, “Yeah, that’s no…n-no problem…”

Your speech slowed as another wave of dizziness occupied your body. You blinked rapidly, trying to get a handle. There was a troubling lightness in your head. Your chest felt fuzzy.

“Y/N?” Sanghee walked around her desk and held your forearm.

You had a ten-mile stare. Your chest was rising and falling with depth as you wobbled. As your lids began to hang low, she took the initiative and forced you to sit back down in the chair.

Once sitting again, your wits returned. Embarrassed, you shook your head, “Sorry. I’m alright. Just kind of woozy. It’s been happening lately, mostly when I stand up.”

“Kind of woozy?” Sanghee laughed nervously, “You almost just passed out. Why don’t you head home for the rest of the day? Get some rest.”

“Oh, no I’m fine. I stood up too fast.”

“You just told me your blood pressure has been elevated. Now I’m not going to let one of my stylists pass out on my watch. Besides, there’s nothing super important going on today.”

You denied once more, “No really, I’m okay. Thank you, though.”

Sanghee put her warm hands on your shoulders and gave you a stern smile, “I know you’re okay. I just want you to be cautious. You’re probably running on fumes from traveling. Go home, crawl into bed, and get a long nap in. I will find Chaeyoung and have her fill in for you with any small tasks.”

Begrudgingly, you agreed. You got to your feet much slower this time and took it easy as you thanked her and headed back into your office to get your things.

You closed the door behind you and proceeded to put your laptop in your bag, pulling out your phone as you did so.

It wasn’t something you wanted to do, but he would want to be kept informed. You texted Jimin to call you when he got the chance. It would have been your first choice to call him, but you didn’t know what he was up to at the moment and wouldn’t want to disturb.

You flicked off the lights and headed home.

Chaeyoung was on her way to the upper floors of the building. She was trying to locate one of the Managers to turn in her expense report for the trip to LA for reimbursement. Sanghee caught her hopping in the elevator and informed her of your early departure from the office.

As a friend, she worried for you. And that worry remained written on her face when she reached the floor she needed. She pitied you for having to balance so much.

A lack of attention was paid to her direction. When rounding a corner, she bumped into Namjoon. It was a rare occurrence. His studio was nearby, but hardly anyone saw the man when he worked in there. He would come to work and lock in for hours, sometimes even the whole day.

“Oh I’m so sorry!” she squeezed her eyes shut, mortified.

Having known her for a while, Namjoon thought it appropriate to pat her on the shoulder with a lighthearted chuckle, “No problem. You okay?”

“I’m fine,” she huffed, “Only a little concerned for Y/N. Sanghee just sent her home. Apparently she almost fainted.”

His disquiet was genuine. With furrowed brows and a tilted head, he pressed for more information, “Oh shit. Just now?”

“Yeah,” your colleague sighed, clutching the expense report to her chest, “I hope she’s alright. I do worry about her sometimes.”

Namjoon nodded with a hum, “No one wants her to get hurt. I’m sure she’ll rest up and be fine, though. Good to see you, Chae.”

He barely heard her reply when he walked away somewhat briskly. It didn’t matter what had been going on behind the scenes - he just had to let him know.

He’d be in the gym right about now, getting some quick strength training in. Probably with Jungkook at his side.

He hustled down the stairwell because he knew he’d run into less people that way. When he finally reached the gym, his prediction proved true. Joking around while getting some reps in were Jimin and Jungkook.

The two caught him out of the corners of their eyes when they noticed him hurrying over. He wasn’t dressed in workout attire either, so they figured he wasn’t here to join them. Not that Jimin wanted him to.

Namjoon was a bit breathless.

“Hey,” Jungkook nodded his head upward, “Distraught?”

“I don’t know,” he looked at Jimin, “Maybe. I just bumped into Chaeyoung.”

In your boyfriend’s mind, her name was linked with yours. This had something to do with you - the pit in his gut told him as much.

His face softened, shoulders slumped. His voice carried a desperation, “Don’t drag it out, please. Just tell me.”

“Everything’s fine, I think,” Namjoon said more quietly, “But Y/N’s been sent home. Chae said she almost passed out in the office. I don’t know…I remembered the blood pressure thing and thought you’d want to know.”

Jimin went into action mode.

All reservations towards him were put aside. They had to be. Jimin didn’t enjoy it, but he uttered the words, “Thanks for letting me know. I have to go check on her.”

Hastily, he picked his phone up from the black padded bench.

“Shit,” he sighed, “She asked me to call her. I’ll let you guys know if I’ll be back, but I’m not sure.”

“Hope she’s alright.” Jungkook said.

Namjoon concurred, “Do what you have to do.”

Jimin and Namjoon made eye contact before he began to jog out of the gym. He retrieved his keys from his pocket as he hurried out of the building and into the private covered garage. His footsteps echoed in the spacious concrete structure as he came upon his vehicle.

While climbing into the driver’s seat, he called you.

The ignition started as he waited over the course of several rings to hear your voice.

“Hey,” you greeted him, “Slight mishap.”

It was a relief that you sounded fairly normal through the phone. Even still, your partner needed to hear the story from you.

“I know,” he said, his phone connecting to his car so he could speak with you as he drove, “Namjoon told me. And Chaeyoung told him.”

“So Sanghee told Chae,” you sighed, “I’m sorry. I didn’t actually faint, though. I just sort of…came close.”

He drove out of the garage and turned onto the street, “I’m making my way home. You there?”

“Y-Yes but Jimin please don’t leave work. It’s really nothing.”

“I’ll see you in a little bit.”

Before long, he came home to you. He found you in the living room, laying on the couch with a tall glass of water on the coffee table. You had changed from your work clothes to loungewear, embracing getting comfortable in the middle of the day.

You were in a position for sleep, but your eyes were sullen and awake. Jimin closed the door and you cringed, feeling like an utter inconvenience.

His voice sounded like he was in a hurry as he strided into the living room, “Hey. Hey baby.”

He sat on the edge of the sofa, “Are you okay? Tell me what happened.”

You broke into a sad smile as you propped yourself up into more of a sitting posture, “I was trying to explain that I’m fine. I’m perfectly fine, Jimin. You really didn’t need to fly all the way home.”

“Of course I did,” he batted that ludicrous statement away, “Top priority.”

His hand reached over to cup your left cheek and you looked down, taking hold of his wrist, “I appreciate it, but all that happened was that I stood up too quickly and got dizzy. That’s all.”

He chuckled to keep the mood up, but he found this anything but funny, “I’m glad you were sent home. A brief dizzy spell is okay and probably normal, but in your case it’s a bigger deal, baby. You don’t want me to be concerned, but you know I’m right. We need to watch this closely, hm?”

You brought your eyes back to his and nodded wordlessly.

Jimin gave you a half grin, “And knowing you, I’d be willing to bet that this isn’t the first dizzy spell you’ve had recently.”

Subconsciously, your lips pursed together. It was as though you were tucking them in so they wouldn’t spill the truth.

It was the all the response he needed.

He scooted closer to you and sighed, removing his warm, veiny hand from your face and placing it on your blooming tummy, “You’re not hard to figure out. What other instances have there been?”

You closed your eyes as you admitted, “Yesterday after dinner. Same thing, I stood up and it just hit me.”

His eyes were anxious, maybe even slightly hurt, “I need to know about these things, Y/N. It’s my job to make sure you’re both safe and healthy, but I can’t do that if you don’t let me know. This…It worries me. And it equally disturbs me that you aren’t telling me about it.”

You let it out, “I know. I-I’m sorry. God, I hate it when you’re right.”

Jimin’s low chuckle rang out as he leaned forward, kissing your lips softly. Then he withdrew a few inches from your face.

“Oh my love...” his voice trailed off, “I thought you knew that you’re my life. That I will always, always put you first.”

Your tone was meek, “I do.”

He kissed the tip of your nose, “You don’t, if you think you’re burdening me.”

You felt totally deflated. He knew your soul, your entire being. There was no concealing anything from this man.

Half of you wanted to call him a jerk for stripping you bare of any excuses, while the other half wanted to melt into his arms for being such a blessing in your life.

Your eyes came to glisten with fresh tears, but not enough for any to fall. Your lips twitched into a smile, “A burden? Me? Never.”

Another laugh broke from Jimin as he returned to an upright posture , “That’s right, sweetheart. Can I get you anything? Did you eat lunch?”

“Not yet,” you replied, “I was hoping to nap before I ate, but I’m kind of hungry now.”

“I’ll make you something. You just relax.”

He got up and proceeded off into the kitchen. You heard him opening and closing the cupboards, looking for a culmination of ingredients, humming a tune as he went about it,

“Avocado toast and some berries?” He called back to you, “Or do you need something bigger?”

“That should be good,” you approved, “Oh, and could you mash the lumps out of the avocado? Lately I can’t stand the chunky texture. And maybe a little more lime juice? Oh, and some onion? And salt?”

Jimin smirked as he sliced the green fruit open, then grabbing a spoon to take out the pit, “So I’m making guacamole and putting it on bread. Got it.”

You laughed in return, “If you don’t mind.”

You spent the next several minutes searching for something to watch on Netflix. When your doting boyfriend came back with a plate to set down on the coffee table, you sat up more to make room for him.

“Thank you so much.”

“I’m glad to make my girlfriend and baby some nutritious food.”

You didn’t hesitate to bite into the toast smeared with a creamy green spread, “Actually, Sanghee told me she had high blood pressure when she was pregnant. She said avocados help lower it.”

“Even better.” he pushed your hair behind your ear so he could see your satiated expression.

You hummed with contentment as you swallowed, “And she also said there’s a medication for it. Doctor Yoon didn’t mention that to us.”

Jimin sat back and stretched his arms high, preparing to fully settle in with you, “That’s good. Maybe we’ll give her a call then, ask about it. At the very least, your OBGYN should know about these spells.”

“I will later.”

“Promise?”

You rolled your eyes in a genial manner, “I prom- Oh!”

The hand that wasn’t holding your toast flew to your belly. With a mouthful of food, you had to try to keep it all in, “Hi, little baby.”

Jimin beamed, scrambling to sit back up, “Is she kicking??”

You giggled and nodded as you caught the slip of the tongue. He really did seem to know in his heart that this precious new life was a daughter.

“Where? I want to feel.”

“Here,” you guided his hand to the spot where you could feel the flutters on the inside, “But you won’t feel it from the outside. I couldn’t.”

He pouted briefly before kissing the spot, “That’s okay. You just keep getting stronger in there, then Daddy can feel you cause a ruckus.”

With a giggle, you popped a few berries into your mouth, “I’m sure it will happen soon enough.”

Jimin reached across your lap to pick a blueberry off your plate. He put it on his thumb and flicked it up, craning his head back to catch it in his mouth before leaning back to his original spot.

His focus turned to the TV screen, “So what are we watching?”

You gave him your confused gaze, “Um, don’t you need to go back to work?”

“I can miss one dance practice,” he assured you, “And it’s been a while since I’ve had a day off. Don’t you want to sit here all day and be unproductive with me?”

You laughed, “I suppose I do. Though we could actually do something we’ve been meaning to do and start talking about what we want to name this munchkin.”

He mulled it over for a moment, unable to prevent his tight, half smirk from forming, “Hm…we could…Alright, why not? Do you have a girl or boy name you’ve always loved?”

As you finished your toast, you shrugged, “I have plenty of names I like, but for some reason none of them feel good enough now. Here, let’s look at the book Chaeyoung gave me. It should be on the side table next to you.”

“Ah,” he murmured as he stretched his arm behind him, “Got it. Okay, let’s see…Are we doing boy names or girl names first?”

*3 weeks later*

It took what seemed like forever to get everyone's schedules to align, but the group was finally getting together with all of the girlfriends. Originally, the plan was to go to Jin's place, but the guys were itching to see what your apartment looked like after the move.

You were in the middle of doing your makeup at your vanity, sitting on a comfy cream-colored pouf. Your guests would be arriving in a little over an hour, so time was of the essence.

Jimin entered the bedroom after prepping everything for dinner, taking off his shirt so he could shower fast.

“Everything’s chopped up and ready to go,” he said, “Kimchi is in the fridge too.”

“Got it, thank you.” you replied as you finished swiping mascara on your lashes, twisting the cap back on the tube.

He came over to peck you on the top of your head without a second thought, making you smile. When he turned around, he stripped the rest of his clothes. You watched his reflection in your vanity. The lighting in the room was perfect to show the contours of his body, all the parts where his frame would curve and then cave with muscle tone.

His natural dark hair was back, and it was getting long. It swept along the back of his neck, right above the crescent part of his moon phases tattoo.

He had gradually gotten leaner from all the stress. Nothing too concerning, since he was still eating and exercising a healthy amount, but it was noticeable to you. His jawline became sharper, and that was always a key tell when he was losing weight.

“I’m glad we’re doing this.” you said.

Surprising yourself, you weren't the slightest bit nervous. It was long overdue, and you could finally speak to women who were going through the same thing as you - dating a member of BTS in secret.

He glanced back at you, “So am I. I want you to be close to them. They're family."

"I completely agree..." you saw the perfect opportunity to bring up a still ongoing topic, "Which makes me wonder, where are you with Namjoon lately? I haven't seen him since the hotel in LA."

Jimin put his dirty clothes in the hamper and mumbled, "It's better."

"That's it? Just 'better'?"

He let out an irritated sigh, "Yeah. We haven't clashed in any way. And he's...actually sort of, well, been kind recently."

You smirked, "Those words taste like vinegar coming out of your mouth or something?"

He disappeared into the bathroom, "Yes, they do."

You closed your eyes and let out a breath, calling after him, "Sorry. I didn't mean to make you upset. But I'm relieved that you're starting to see what I meant that night when he left the hotel room. He was only ever trying to be a good friend to you, Jimin. And I think he's realizing that he was wrong. You should make amends."

You heard a tiff from him, “I’m not quite ready for that. Even though our relationship hasn’t been as rocky, he never formally apologized.”

“Must he come on bended knee to be forgiven?”

The shower turned on, making it more difficult to hear him, but what you thought you heard was, “Yeah. He does. He came after you and tried to label you a terrible person. He insulted me too, telling me that I think with my dick. He went out of his way time and time again to separate us by trying to make me question my love for you. It’s not something I’m just going to write off. He needs to apologize for all of it.”

“And would you forgive him if he did?”

There was no response - only water droplets pattering on the shower floor.

“…Jimin?” your tone was hesitant now.

He huffed, “Yeah?”

“Remember when we were talking about all the bitterness aimed at Seoyeon? How it would only hurt you to let your anger linger?”

You heard an ironic chuckle echo from the bathroom, “Are you going to tell me to forgive her too?”

“No,” you said, “I am asking you to forgive your brother. Don’t let this grudge last. It will only cause you pain in the end. And besides, unlike Seoyeon, Namjoon is a good person at his core. You know that. And deep down, I think you know he only wanted to protect you. You just said it yourself - you're family."

Once more, you didn't get a response. This time, you decided to drop it. There were things to be done to finish preparing for dinner.

About an hour later, Yoongi and Taehyung were the first to arrive. Jimin, in fresh clothes and a seemingly improved mood, let them in as you set the table for a party of eleven.

From the other room, you heard them enter and gasp.

"Damn," Taehyung laughed boisterously, "Color? In Jimin's apartment? This is insane."

"Yeah, for once it doesn't feel all cold and empty." Yoongi remarked with his famous monotone, "Guess you need to keep Y/N around."

You smiled with pride as you arranged the bowls and plates. The guys rounded the corner into the dining room and you greeted them warmly, “Hey guys!”

“Good to see you,” Taehyung smiled, “We love how you brightened up the place.”

You chuckled, “I was eavesdropping. Thanks.”

Jimin put his hands up in puzzlement, “Apparently I lived in a dungeon before you moved in.”

“Can we do anything to help?” asked Yoongi.

"No, but thank you," you said, "Go get comfortable. Have a drink, chat. I'm going to start cooking in a bit."

Your boyfriend put his arm around your waist and pointed to the bar area, at the other end of the dining room, "There's wine, whiskey, soju, beer, take whatever you want."

The two made their way over to the bar to fix themselves a drink. You looked at Jimin with confused eyes and leaned to the side to whisper to him, "Shouldn't you pour their drinks? You're hosting."

"They don't require the etiquette." he smirked down at you.

Then his hand traveled down to your ass. He squeezed it gently, making your posture straighten.

"But I required a moment to tell you how gorgeous you look," his raspy mutter filled your eardrums, "I really can't get enough of these new clothes, showing off my baby so well."

The man had balls, daring to flirt with you when you had so much else to do. You knew that snake-like, charming tone like no other. Well, if he wanted to toy with you tonight, then you'd play along.

You cocked a brow, "So complimentary, and you haven't even seen the full collection."

He hummed in your ear, "What else did you buy? Something just for me, sweetheart?"

Your cheeks flushed and you didn't want him to see it, so you removed yourself from him and strolled into the kitchen with nonchalance, "Bold of you to assume such a thing."

Jimin bit the inside of his cheek as he watched you leave his side. He loved how you could simply decide to throw his game right back in his face. This was the type of fun the two of you always had, from the very beginning. The push and pull, with a solid foundation underneath it.

Soon, everyone else trickled in. You were introduced to Hana, Yunhee, and Aejun. They were Namjoon’s, Hoseok’s, and Jin’s girlfriends respectively. You’d seen them around a few times, but weren’t supposed to know who they were, so you were never introduced.

All three were as kind as could be. Within moments of their arrival, they were helping you in the kitchen, giving the members their “guy time”.

Yunhee, lanky with hair dyed a strawberry blonde, was stirring the rice for you, “So tell us how it’s been, Y/N. I mean, we’ve all heard about you for a while now.”

You laughed it off - it was a question that warranted a thousand answers.

"Oh, I'm okay. A lot of it has been hard, but as far as we know we have a healthy baby on the way and we're excited."

"You look adorable!" gushed Aejun, a short, slightly curvier woman with these large, doe-like eyes, "How many weeks?"

"Almost twenty-four," you said while filling up a water pitcher for the table, "It's flying by, even though we've had some difficulty. Bumps in the road."

Hana's voice was gentler and compassionate. Her cadence reflected that of her boyfriend, "Look, we can all be friends. And we're all women here. You can be honest."

You smiled somewhat bashfully, and then it faded, "Alright, it's been more than bumps in the road. I've been so stressed lately that it's manifested into high blood pressure. I had to get on medication for it, which has been helping with the light-headed spells, but not the stress and I still...I just wish this could all feel more normal."

Yunhee gave you a sullen, sympathetic look, "We know exactly what you mean. It sucks, having to love someone and hide it all the time. It's a price all four of us pay to be with them."

Hana gave her some glasses to take over and put at each place setting. She left the kitchen momentarily.

The three women knew about the things you weren't sharing. They heard it from their boyfriends, who heard it from Jimin at one point or another. It was a mutual decision not to press you, especially during their first real encounter with you.

Aejun smirked, "Hey, we each get our return on investment, don't we?"

Hana's reaction of hitting her shoulder with a giggle confirmed that it was intended as a dirty joke. You laughed too.

Yunhee returned from the dining room, "Anything else I can take. Y/N?"

"No, you're good. Thanks so much for helping, guys."

"Of course!" Hana batted your praise away.

Yunhee added, "Also, before I forget, you should join us for our little dinner date. Once a week, we all grab dinner somewhere in the city just to hang out, let off steam."

"Oh yes, you should definitely come along," Aejun nodded, "It's been great for us to be around people who understand, you know? You're in this little circle now, so it's essentially mandatory."

Her humor was dry, like Jin's.

You giggled, "I'd love to."

In the other room, the guys could hear your muffled laughter. Jimin kept glancing back in the direction of the kitchen with a grin, relieved that you seemed to be hitting it off. To hear your beautiful giggle ring out with other women was like a gift to him. Perhaps new friendships could help ease this entire situation for you.

“Guess they’re best friends now.” Hoseok chuckled before nursing from the rocks glass in his hand.

“That’s no bad thing,” your boyfriend sighed happily, letting his head rest fully on the back of the couch, “This has been a missing piece for Y/N since we got together.”

“Imagine ten years into the future,” Jim said, “We all have wives and kids running around, and we do things like this where we get together. The women cook the dinner and we do the dishes after, while our kids play hide and seek or something.”

“Jesus, Jin,” Yoongi looked somewhat terrified, “Getting ahead of ourselves there, aren’t we? Half of us aren’t even seeing anyone.”

“What? I like the sentiment.” he defended the picture.”

Jimin’s soft grin appeared as he envisioned the same thing, moving his hand in a small circle to swirl the drink in his glass, “No, I like it too.”

Taehyung was sitting next to him and gave him a nudge, glancing to the side to make sure none of the ladies heard him. He lowered his volume, “And speaking of wives, do we hear wedding bells for you and Y/N anytime soon?”

He wasn’t expecting to be asked that question, but it was a natural one to ask. Not that he was bothered by it.

With a cheeky grin, Jimin clinked their glasses together.

He closed the door behind them on their way out. When it was just the two of you again, you both looked at one another and laughed a little.

You put your hands on your cheeks, “Oh my gosh, my face aches from smiling so much.”

“Mine too,” he said, “Sorry about the drinking at the end. I hope you didn’t feel left out.”

You started back into the living room, “Not at all. I think you guys are hilarious when you drink.”

He followed you, “We will have to do that again. I think you’ll have Jungkook crawling back for your bulgogi alone.”

You smirked, bending over the coffee table to pick up stray glasses, “I will cook for them anytime.”

“Must we do more dishes?” Jimin pouted.

You could decipher by his inflection that he was feeling a little buzzed.

“Yes,” you laughed, handing him a few, “Otherwise we will have to do them in the morning, and I hate doing that.”

You each had four glasses to carry into the kitchen. You put them all next to the sink and began to hand wash them. They could have been put in the dishwasher, but you were more particular with glassware. You liked to make sure they came out looking perfectly clean and shiny.

At this stage in gestation, you were unable to lean over the sink like you used to. Your belly met the edge of the counter, so you needed to perform the task with your arms stretched further.

Jimin rested his chin on your shoulder, “You don’t look comfortable doing that.”

“Then you take my place.” you laughed, turning your head his way.

He kissed your cheek, “I’d rather not.”

Then his lips found the sensitive bit of skin, where the corner of your jaw met your neck. You felt an eager pit form in your stomach and tilted your head slightly, giving him just a tiny bit more access.

“And what would you rather do?”

“I’d rather see the rest of the collection.”

You giggled, “You’re still hung up on that from earlier?”

“Mhm.”

“You’re assuming it’s lingerie?”

“I’m not assuming,” his voice was like honey, “I know it is. Let me see what you picked out for me, baby. Dishes can wait.”

He brought his pelvis further into you, so you could feel him stiffening. He kept kissing your neck, his hands wrapping around your growing middle.

“You wanna know what I read the other day?” he asked with a rasp, “A great way to reduce stress is to orgasm.”

You finally set the glass down at the bottom of the sink, “You’re really trying everything to get into my pants, aren’t you?”

He chuckled in the manner he knew would do you in, “Keep acting like you aren’t desperate to take a load of my cum. Like you don’t want me to make you squirm.”

You pushed the envelope even further, your body heating up, “You’re just tipsy and horny.”

Jimin took control of your hips, moving them side to side against his bulging crotch, “I’m offering you a reward, sweetheart.”

“A reward?”

“For being the perfect hostess tonight. For making me a baby. For being the love of my life.”

The love of his life.

He’d never called you that before. Maybe he was just under the influence, but it had you overflowing with love and desire.

“Well then,” you turned around with a smile, wrapping your arms around his neck, “I guess I should go get changed.”

He laughed, “I knew it was lingerie.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you kissed him deeply, “You got me all figured out.”

He ended up sitting on the bed, waiting for you to appear from the bathroom in whatever racy little thing you had prepared.

The door opened slowly, revealing you in a cherry red babydoll. The whole thing was lace with a matching thong underneath. The fabric split like a curtain around your belly.

Jimin looked like he wanted to devour you, eyes dark with ardor, pupils blown out.

Your voice was soft and sultry, “Do you like it?”

“Come sit,” he leaned back, “Let me see you up close.”

You padded over to him and lifted one leg after the other, straddling him. Your bump grazed against his torso. Jimin let out a hum that sounded more like a growl as he caressed your thighs.

"Look at that," he whispered, playing with the delicate lace between his fingers as he kissed your breasts, "All dressed up for me. All mine,"

He was bulging, but not fully hard yet. You reinforced yourself by putting your hands on his knees, slowly gliding your hips forward, back, and forward again. You wanted to make him weak.

"Yeah baby," Jimin cupped your ass and squeezed, "Get my cock nice and hard."

You released a soft moan, the friction exciting your bud. The sound of your pleasure accomplished your goal.

“You get to choose how you get fucked tonight.” he smirked, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear so he could press his lips to yours.

You giggled into the kiss, “Is that my reward?”

“One of them,” he said, “You get three.”

“What are the other two?”

“Getting to cum, and receiving mine.”

You moaned into another passionate kiss before whispering exactly what you wanted.

It wasn’t what he was expecting to hear, but it delighted him nonetheless. Before going any further, his eyes softened, taking him out of the blinding lust for a moment, “Are you sure that won’t be too much for you?”

You resumed grinding your hips back and forth against his member, “I couldn’t be more sure…Daddy.”

And he was back, eyes filled with fervor. He spanked you, played with your ass cheeks in his hands, “You want to ride Daddy’s cock, baby? Show Daddy what you can do.”

You smirked as you got off his lap for a moment, giving him time to remove his bottoms. He scooted over to the head of the bed, laying flat on his back. He may have had the dominant nickname, but you were going to make him desperate one way or another.

You crawled back onto the bed seductively, “Should I get naked too, Daddy?”

“No, let me marvel at you in this for a while longer,” he said, cock straight in the air with precum leaking from the reddened tip, “I fucking love how it shows off your belly.”

His pregnancy kink was going to be the death of him. You chose to exploit that.

“Yeah, Daddy?” you swung your leg back over his frame, sitting on his cock but not granting him access just yet, “How does it look this way?”

He let out an exasperated, charged breath, hands on either side of your bump, “You look divine, sweetheart. So beautiful for me, making my child.”

You moved your hips on him again, letting him feel the magnitude of your wetness. It swayed the power back to him.

“Look at you, dripping all over Daddy’s cock.”

You pushed the g-string to the side. In one go, you lifted your hips, positioned him, and sat fully back down. He filled you to the hilt, both of you letting out moans.

You began to bounce up and down the shaft, setting a steady rhythm. Even better, your clit rubbed against his base each time you went down, delivering the perfect amount of pressure.

He looked like a dream beneath you, chin tilted up towards the ceiling with his plump lips parted, releasing low grunts. His brows were scrunched down as he searched to find the resolve not to ram up into you. His veiny hands were gripping your ass so hard you thought you might bruise.

Jimin’s siren eyes bore the sight of you from an angle so deliciously erotic - the woman he loved, round with his child, riding his cock. Your breasts bobbing up and down.

“Shit,” he groaned, “So fucking hot, baby. Tell me how it feels.”

“S-So good, Daddy,” you mewled, “I wanna go faster.”

“You can go faster, sweetheart,” he gave your ass a slap, “Make yourself feel good. Show Daddy how hard you can cum.”

As you picked up your pace, Jimin devoted his fingers to the service of your femininity, rubbing you.

You whined and put one hand on his chest. Knowing he’d go crazy for it, you dug your nails in and scratched down his sternum. He threw his head back and inhaled a hiss.

“Ah, fuck!”

You wore a smirk amid the building pleasure, “Sorry, did that hurt?”

“Play nice, baby. Or I’ll bend you over and fuck your brains ou- Shit!”

Your pace sped up even more, your cunt enveloping him repeatedly. His tip was kissing your cervix.

“What were you saying, Daddy?” you panted.

Jimin gritted his teeth, “You’re fucking enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Mhm,” you mewled, “I’m enjoying my reward.”

He unleashed a frustrated groan, “Good, because it’s the last time I’m giving you one.”

You half laughed, half moaned. He hadn’t stopped rubbing your clit, delivering wave after wave, coating his dick in more of your arousal. The sound produced was lewd.

“Jimin…”

He knew you were getting close, “Come on, baby. Let me see you make a mess all over my cock.”

“N-No,” you whimpered, “I don’t want to cum yet.”

He smirked, and removed his hand from your clit, “As you wish.”

Without warning, he grabbed your wrists and pulled you forward, freeing his hips to thrust up into you. He bucked up into your confines with a battering speed.

You lost any trace of superiority. All dominance fell to him in an instant. Now you were in purgatory, feeling a euphoric sensation without that bundle in your stomach.

“My turn, baby," he taunted, "Just stay still like a good girl and take it. Fuck. Such a tight little cunt. Makes me wanna fill you with more of my babies."

The thought had you moaning in a way that made you grateful the walls were completely soundproof. He was rutting into you from below, his trained, flexible dancer hips being put to good use. With every thrust, your body was shuffled forward, your lace-covered breasts dangling over his face.

"You're such a perfect mother, sweetheart. Already making milk to feed our baby. Shit, I'm getting close."

You took advantage of this short moment of weakness to sit upright, back to your original position. Jimin tried to keep pounding into you out of his own volition, but it was to no avail. The shift made it impossible to move the way he wanted to.

He huffed, "Baby, move. Please.”

Amidst your panting, a soft grin grew on your face, "I always get to cum first, though.”

“Fuck,” he breathed in sexual frustration and rapture, “You want my fingers again? Can you handle Daddy’s fingers this time?”

You nodded eagerly, “I can handle it.”

Jimin flashed you an arrogant grin after biting the inside of his cheek, “You want to cum, then start riding me again, baby.”

“Fine, but you can’t move your hips this time,” your fingertips gently traced the red scratch marks on his chest, “You have to leave it all to me.”

He opened his mouth to say something smart - you could tell by what his eyes carried. To shut him up, you bounced on him once, making him moan loudly.

Seeking revenge, he began to rub your clit again, coating his fingers in a slick of your juices and his precum. Your head dipped back as he brought you closer to the stars, resuming a steady pace on his cock.

“Act tough all you want, baby,” he grunted, “You’ll always melt under my touch like this. Don’t ever forget who you belong to.”

The pleasure was too great for your pride to care. You mewled out for him, “Faster!”

The circles on your bud became rapid. You moaned every time you sank back down on his member, chasing your orgasm until you snapped a few seconds later.

You clenched and spasmed around him, halting your movements as you were jolted with a love-made current. Jimin let you ride it out, enthralled by the sight of you experiencing the height.

When you came down, you opened your eyes and put one hand on his chest, the other back on his thigh. Pushing your afterglow aside for now, you wanted to make him come undone like it was the first time.

Stabilizing yourself, you rode him as hard as you could. Jimin didn’t expect it. Your orgasms usually took so much energy from you. You bounced mercilessly.

His eyes drained of any cheekiness. He was fully under your control one last time, entranced by the way his cock was repeatedly disappearing into your warmth. He was totally at your whim, hands cupping your ass and feeling it jiggle slightly with every contact between your cunt and his base.

He moaned in a way you rarely heard.

“Y/N!”

Not yet satisfied, you pushed the envelope even further, “Are you gonna give me a nice big load, Daddy?”

“Yeah,” his cheeks were tinged pink at this point, “Gonna spill my seed into you, baby. Fuck, keep going.”

Thighs starting to exhaust themselves, you kept it up.

“Right there, baby…Right there…Fuck, keep doing that. I’m cumming.”

His semen flooded into you, a throaty groan escaping his lips. His neck craned back into the pillow as his hips and legs jerked, an uncontrollable mechanism as his balls emptied.

“God, baby….”

As both of you labored to breathe, gravity caused his white material to begin leaking out of you almost immediately, coating both of you in it.

You smiled through your panting, relaxing, “Thank you for my reward.”

A low chuckle rumbled through him, “You’re something else. Fuck, I’m so tired now.”

“Me too,” you giggled, “Though I think I might be stuck here.”

You were only half kidding. It took more effort than you were used to in order to hoist yourself off him. Your hips were aching, but the walk to the bathroom helped them readjust.

Your spent boyfriend followed you, hair matted and messed up on the back of his head.

His forearm was pressed against the door frame and he leaned on it, watching you tidy yourself up, “Can you wear that again soon?”

“I can…” you ran a brush through your hair, “If you’d rather not see the other things I bought.”

Jimin raised a brow as he made the few paces over to you, “Oh, there’s more?”

His lips started attacking your collarbone, forcing a squeal from you.

When both of you had cleaned up, you crawled into bed. As was the norm for him, especially now, he rolled over to spoon you. He said it helped him sleep, knowing his love and his child were safe in his arms.

“Goodnight.” you yawned.

“Night,” he lazily kissed your hair, “I love you. So so much.”

“I love you too, Jimin.”

*The next day*

He was awake at seven in the morning, stirred out of his sleep by the continuous buzzing on his phone.

Eyes hardly able to open, he reached to his nightstand and tapped the screen, revealing a steady stream of new messages popping up.

It was his group chat with the members, blowing up in a panic. At first, none of the texts made sense:

“How could she do this?”

“This is going to be a nightmare.”

“Jimin, are you okay?”

“Let us know what we can do for you guys.”

He scrolled up to the beginning of the conversation, which made his heart stop. It was a link to an article, with a thumbnail that pierced his soul with a burning fury.

This couldn’t be happening.

His head felt fuzzy, vision not yet fully adjusted. His nerves skyrocketed as he left the bed, still being mindful not to wake you. Once he left the bedroom, he allowed his body to move more according to his emotions - frantically.

He was moving about the living room and dining room, pacing yet feeling frozen.

Then he had an incoming call. Oddly, the contact name didn’t perturb him. In a crisis, this was the name he trusted, even after everything that had happened between them.

“Namjoon,” he answered, voice hoarse and panicked, “What the fuck is that? Is it real?”

“Did you click on the link?”

“No,” he replied, running a nervous hand through his hair, “I-I don’t think I want to. Just tell me if that’s a real article.”

The other end was silent for a moment. He could hear Namjoon take a deep breath, “It’s real. I’m so sorry.”

Jimin felt like he could have died. He wanted to rip up the flooring and crawl underneath it, encasing him from the world.

“Holy shit…” he felt detached from everything, “Fuck, what do we do? What do I do? Y/N can't see this."

"She's going to," he said with all the sympathy in the world, "You can't keep it from her."

"No, no...I...I don't understand. I don't- fuck! Why?! Who did this?! Was it her?!"

"No one knows," Namjoon kept his tone even, "But we will figure it out, alright?"

His tongue dripped poison, "I swear to fucking God, if she's behind this, I'll-"

"Jimin?..." your voice was quiet as you emerged from the bedroom. He'd woken you up, having not fully shut the door when he left your side moments prior. You were tying your white fluffy robe around your center, eyes squinting slightly.

He looked at you like a deer in headlights, "I'll call you back, hyung."

He hung up, tossing his phone onto the couch.

You were becoming more alarmed by the second, watching your boyfriend self-soothe gliding his hands over his face and into his hair.

"What's going on?"

"Come sit," he said, "We have a situation."

Your gut twisted as you slowly went to sit down beside him. Jimin took your hands, angling his body to face you directly. He brought your cold hands up to his lips, kissing them.

"I need you to know that I love you," his morning voice was unstable, "I love you a-and we will be okay. We can get through anything together."

You turned your head a little, concerned eyes never leaving his, "You're scaring me..."

He held your hands firmly and set them on his lap, "There's an article. A big one, from a big publication. About the baby...but they think it's me and Seoyeon. They think I'm her baby's father."

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If Snow Decides to Fall

7. “Something to celebrate.”

Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who has liked, commented, or reblogged this story. I truly didn't imagine it gaining this much traction. I hope all of you continue to read. Anyway, a LOT happening in this chapter, so I won't take any more of your time;)

Chapter Warnings: pregnancy, smut, explicit language, references to alcohol abuse, misogynistic language, explicit language, mental health struggles

Taglist: @marihoneywk @amarawayne @chimmy-licious

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“Fuck.”

His grunt was muffled against the back of your neck. Unable to help it, his fingers dug painfully into your inner thigh, which he was holding up to give him a deeper entry. His seed burst into you as you both moaned.

This was you way of celebrating your first morning waking up next to each other, with you fully moved into the apartment. This was your home now, your bed.

“I love you.” you exhaled.

Spent, Jimin pulled out of you and kissed your temple, “I love you too, you little minx.”

His hand smoothed over your hip to find rest ok the side of your belly. At almost twenty weeks, you were definitely looking pregnant.

A faint smile drew across your face, “Hormones, or whatever.”

“Mm,” he kissed your neck again, “Glad I could satisfy. You’re so fucking hot like this, baby.”

You laughed and turned your head so you could kiss his lips slowly, the world slipping away for a moment. It could now only be you and him, locked faithfully together with your unborn child nestled comfortably within you.

True, there had been some bumps in the road with your argument, the Namjoon situation, and with your parents, but the two of you were breaking through all of that. Your relationship felt stronger and better than ever before.

When your lips parted, he sighed. You read his mind immediately, with the trip to LA looming over both of your heads. The flight would be early the next morning.

“Don’t go down this road again,” you whispered, “Doctor Yoon gave it the green light, and pregnant women fly every day. Plus, I won’t be alone. Chae will be with me.”

“I know,” he spackled his worries over with a grin, “It’s a very long flight, though. It’s going to feel so uncomfortable for you and I don’t want it to affect your sleep. Lack of sleep can raise your blood pressure.”

You giggled a little bit, adoring how much he cared for you . You sat up and scooted off the bed so you could head into the bathroom, “Countless things can raise my blood pressure, Jimin. Now why are you the one getting all worried, hm? You were the one who told me not to be concerned. Doctor Yoon approved this trip, and she would have said something if she was worried about my or the baby’s health.”

“You’re right, but do me a favor for my own sanity?”

“Hm?”

“Tell Chaeyoung about it,” he pleaded, “That way, she will be able to look out for you when I’m not there. It would make me feel a lot better with not being able to watch you like a hawk.”

You would be with her for most of the trip. For PR reasons and to avoid rumors, stylists were always flown separately from the boys.

You picked up his boxers off the corner of the bed and threw them at his face, “If that’s what will get you to relax, then fine.”

He chuckled as he balled up the underwear in his hands. As you disappeared into the master bathroom, he decided he wasn’t done toying with you. Smirking mischievously, he rolled out of bed and followed you.

You were brushing your sex-knotted hair in front of the mirror. The changes to your body were immaculate in his eyes. The fullness of your breasts and belly was so maternal. It created some kind of spiritual beauty that he’d never imagined. He adored how you had a little extra cushion on top of your hip bones and in your face. Your hair was silkier. Even your lips were a bit puffier.

And to top it all off, his cum was leaking down your legs.

As you brushed, he stood behind you, drinking in the sight through your reflection in the mirror. His hands cupped around the bottom of your bump, lips planting on your shoulder.

“You are the most stunning creature I’ve ever seen.”

You yawned deeply, putting your plastic hairbrush down. Your head fell back to rest on Jimin’s collarbone, eyes closed.

“And the most tired.” Jimin chuckled, kissing your jaw.

You grinned with a hum, letting him sway you gently, “Getting fucked at twenty weeks pregnant can be taxing.”

His low chuckle was another octave below normal, as it was the morning, “You asked for it sweetheart. Don’t think I don’t know what it means when you shift your ass against me like that.”

“You were asking for it,” you giggled, rubbing your belly along his hands, “Your morning wood and the way you held me tighter was quite the tell.”

The two of you stayed like this for a minute or so.

“At least it’s Sunday. You have all day to recuperate.”

You gently broke free of his hold and went to jump in the shower, “Not entirely. I haven’t packed a thing for this trip."

She was folding her boyfriend’s boxers and sorting them into a small pile on his bed. It was in her nature to offer assistance with things like this whenever he had a lot on his plate.

Namjoon finished whatever emails he had to send and made his way into the bedroom to contribute to the stuffing of his own suitcase. He paused in the doorframe and crossed his arms, letting his back rest against the post as a smile crept onto his face.

She was beautiful even performing the most mundane of tasks.

“Hana,” he sighed, “You really don’t need to be folding my underwear.”

Her round, dark eyes met his with humor, “I know. I guess I just wanted something to do.”

He could have sworn she became more endearing every day. With a laugh, he removed himself from the doorframe and went to crouch on the floor beside her, beginning to fold a pair of pants.

“Should be a fun trip.” Hana said.

Namjoon drew in a breath and spoke it out, “Yeah…should be.”

She pursed her lips, trying to appear amicable to his perspective, “You don’t need to pay her any mind, you know. You could decide to simply go away on business with your closest friends in the world and be content.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, his hands pausing all motion, “As a friend, that’s impossible.”

Hana rolled her eyes. As much as she adored the man beside her, she was beginning to wonder how correct his speculations were on this matter.

“Joonie, I love you, but this grudge of yours seems to be getting you nowhere. If you can’t be in close proximity to this woman, why on earth did you agree to that get-together with everyone?”

“That has nothing to do with her. I just miss being around the guys like that. I don’t intend on so much as speaking to her.” his tone reeked of bitterness.

She rubbed his shoulders, “What happened to the wise Namjoon? This is unlike you. I hate to say it, but I can see why this has grown a rift. I don’t believe you are being reasonable.”

Her tone was so gentle that it couldn’t possibly stir anger.

He continued to fold his clothes and pile them into his suitcase, “I can understand how it appears that way, I really can. But baby, you weren’t there when Seoyeon broke his heart. I have never seen a man so shattered. Jimin has always been a sensitive soul. And though he’s strong, I fear that another incident like that would break his spirit irreparably. He can’t handle that again. You weren’t…you weren’t there, Hana. He was drunk all the time, he stopped caring about anything, saying really…worrying things.”

He'd never mentioned it before - the episode. It was one of the worst moments of his entire life. Flashes of that dark morning ran through his mind, causing him to wince.

Her heart dipped, “I see. But, she pulled him out of it, right? She showed up and he’s been happy ever since.”

Namjoon bit the inside of his cheek, his tone dropping, “I see what you’re saying, and I even agree. I don’t deny that she makes him happy.”

“But…You’re trying to get him to give up on his happiness.”

“He was happy with Seoyeon too, Hana.”

She stood up, heading into his closet to grab some socks, “What evidence do you have, beyond mere speculation? I know you said she apparently she's told people that the father has wealth...but you don't know for sure that it's even true. Even if it is, are you sure that proves your theory?"

He groaned, "Why are you pressing so much? And yes, I believe it gives me a reason to be worried for Jimin."

"I don't think so." she muttered.

Namjoon huffed, turning his head to look at her, "Well I do."

"I think-"

"You're the world to me, baby, but I don't care to know what you think right now."

She ignored his warning, plopping some pairs of socks into his suitcase, "I think that at this point, you simply want to be right. You have dug your heels so deep that it's no longer about reason. You just want to win."

Now a heat began to rise between his ribs, "If 'winning' means that my younger brother doesn't go past the point of no return, then yeah, Hana. I want to fucking win."

The young woman softened. Her resolve to go to battle weakened once she realized there existed a story untold. Instead, she knelt beside him, looping her arms around his tense neck.

She kissed his cheek, “I’m sorry.”

He let out a breath and pulled her in for a quick hug, “I am too. And maybe I’m wrong. I just can’t risk feeling comfortable with her right now. I’m the only one in the group with his guard up. Until there is proof that her intentions are genuine, someone has to be vigilant.”

Hana grinned sympathetically, pushing some of her highlighted brown hair behind her ear,“You’re a really good friend, Joonie. But maybe the lack of any wrongdoings is the proof, you know? If she was really going for fame, she could have gone public a long time ago. You said they’ve moved in together, right? And still nothing?”

It gave him pause.

“Yeah, they have.”

She landed one final thought before the topic would be dropped, “Try to open your mind just a little bit, hm? If you want to be a good friend, then you also need to be prepared to be incorrect. Otherwise, you might miss out on something really amazing happening for Jimin. For all of you, really. One of you is going to be a father. If Y/N isn’t some gold digger, then this is good, right? Something to celebrate.”

Your knuckle was firm around the handle of your wheeled carry-on. You were waiting in line to show your passport so that you could then proceed into the security area for bag checks. Chaeyoung had texted you that she'd gotten out the door late and that her husband would be dropping her off in a short while. You didn't blame her - she had her twins to care for and say goodbye.

You were dressed in your most comfortable clothing possible, without overheating yourself on this humid first of September. The top you had on was Jimin's - an indistinguishable plain white t-shirt. He'd owned it for years and it came from a non-designer brand. It had a couple holes along its hem and a small tear on the right sleeve.

This new stage in your gestation had you growing out of your normal clothes, and almost none of your tops fit. For bottoms, you had a pair of black biker shorts. These were the only real maternity wear you had thus far, accommodating your swelling bump well enough to not make you feel suffocated.

Standing in line gave your mind time to wander. You thought about how you’d bid your boyfriend farewell at the apartment. You had to be at the airport earlier than he did. A small smile came to grace your features as you thought about his gentle touch, the way he held you and kissed you, making you feel secure as the most important person in his life. How he got on his knees to give the baby a kiss before you went out the door, his hair wet and slicked back after just getting out of the shower.

Any reminiscing was cut short by the sound of a young woman’s squeal. It was soon followed by a swarm of others, and a rush of quickened footsteps in one direction. As everyone else in the waiting line did, you lifted your head to see what the commotion was about.

You should have known.

Behind and enclosed by their security guards, the members entered the airport. They were closeby, but you could only faintly catch a glimpse of Jimin before a group of people gathered to block your view.

People were clambering to see them, buzzing past you like a flock of birds. One young woman, blinded by the frenzy, ran into the back of your shoulder, barreling you forward.

Unable to catch yourself on your suitcase, you fell to the white terrazzo floor with a thud that no one could hear above the screaming. Thankfully, your body’s protective motions kicked in and you landed on your palms first, giving yourself a split second to reinforce yourself on your knees, guarding your belly from impacting.

The woman who was standing behind you was quick to come to your aid. She had long espresso hair and bangs, dark eyes filled with concern, “Oh gosh, are you alright?”

She put her hand on your back and the other held your forearm as she helped you to your feet.

“Yes, I’m okay,” you said with a raised voice so she could hear you, “Thank you so much.”

You hadn’t noticed you were doing it, but your hands were on your bump, making it more apparent. It was as if you were trying to soothe your mind, or your child, or both.

The woman glanced down, “Oh, I didn’t even realize. Are you out sure you’re alright? I can call for the medical staff to check you out.”

You offered a nervous smile and waved your hand, “No, no I’m okay. I appreciate it, though.”

The woman’s eyes were in your torso for a moment. Then she sighed, placing her hand on her own abdomen, which was rounded unmistakably. She looked further along than you were.

“No worries. We have to look out for each other, don’t we? BTS shows up and suddenly no one cares about running over a pregnant woman.”

You laughed lightly, “Yeah, apparently so.”

The line began to move a little, and you both shuffled forward where you could.

“So how far along are you?” she asked, her tone oozing with a honey sweetness.

“Twenty weeks.”

“Halfway,” she chuckled, “I’m Twenty-eight.”

Your brows raised as you gladly engaged her, “Wow. You look great, by the way.”

She beamed, “Thank you. Believe me I don’t always feel that way, but I’ve been assured that it will be worth it.”

It was a pleasure to be able to relate to someone like this, “Same. Is this your first?”

The woman nodded.

“Me too,” you sighed, moving up in the line once more, “Anyway, where are you traveling?”

“Los Angeles,” she said, “My husband is wrapping up on some business there. We’re going to treat this as something of a babymoon.”

You giggled, “I am too! Not for a romantic getaway, though. For work.”

“Oh, how funny,” she laughed, “Let’s grab a decaf together then, as we wait to board. Takeoff isn’t for another hour or so.”

You were the next person in line now, waiting to be called forward by one of the security officers to show your identification.

“I’d love that,” you smiled, “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

She nodded her head, “Seoyeon.”

It took all willpower to not appear shocked and slightly horrified.

Your mind made every attempt to rationalize so you wouldn’t freak out.

Perhaps this was a coincidence. There was certainly more than one woman with that name. She didn’t have to be that Seoyeon.

You feigned a smile, pointlessly hoping that somehow Jimin or Chaeyoung would come and whisk you away from her.

“It’s nice to meet you, Seoyeon.”

“Next, please.”

The security officer’s voice rang out, calling you up.

You turned away from her and all traces of contentment disappeared. You went slightly pale as you approached the desk, taking out your passport to show.

The officer examined your identification and instructed you to look into the face scanner. Once you were clear, you took off into the next zone. Your mind was spinning as you took off your shoes and put them and your bag into bins. So much that you didn’t hear the airport personnel calling you up when it was your turn to step into the body scanner.

When you were through security, you sat on a small bench and jammed your shoes back on, which was tricky with your feet being as swollen as they were. Seoyeon was right behind you.

She sat on the bench next to you to put her own shoes back on, smiling, “At least after all the waiting, they take you through quick.”

You mustered up a chuckle, “Yeah.”

The pair of you got up at the same time, a couple of pregnant women feeling uncomfortable for varying reasons.

“Come on,” she said, grabbing her bag, “There’s a coffee shop this way.”

Reluctantly, you wheeled your carry-on after her. A part of you wanted to decline, and another was curious to know if this was really her. Was this really the woman who’d broken Jimin’s heart? The one he’d been in love with for longer than he’d known you?

Chaeyoung had mentioned that she ended up marrying a wealthy man, and this woman was dressed in fine clothing. Her suitcase was designer, but that didn’t confirm anything.

You just wanted to know.

You ended up sitting down at the coffee shop with her, ordering yourself a decaf iced latte. Sitting across from her, you got a much clearer view of her face. She was gorgeous. Aside from nearly perfect hair and a flawless complexion, her lips were a pretty bow shape, stained with a nude rose color. Her eyes casted a twinkle. She even smelled lovely, like jasmine.

“So,” she sighed happily, removing the paper wrapping from her straw while glancing at your shirt again, “You said you’re going to LA on a work trip. What do you do?”

You had no idea how to answer. If she was the Seoyeon and you told the truth about your job, then maybe your answer would trigger a response in her to give you confirmation. Then again, would you want to share that information? You were meant to be discreet, and certainly in your situation, you were in no place to be risky.

You used taking a sip of your coffee as a means of buying yourself time to think of a response.

“I’m in fashion,” you said after swallowing, “There’s a shoot I’m working on.”

She seemed intrigued, “Wow, that sounds amazing. I once envisioned myself going into a creative field like that. But I’ve been around the industry a bit and I found it…challenging.”

Though still lacking one hundred percent certainty, that comment didn’t help her case. You came closer to believing it was her.

You took another sip of your cold, bitter drink, “Did you? How come?”

“Ah, it’s not important,” she waved it away with a laugh, regaining a sense of nonchalance, “Just isn’t my scene. I mean you saw with BTS coming through here. It’s pandemonium, chaos.”

You raised your brows, “Yeah. Anyway, what do you do?”

She hummed as she sipped on her drink, “I work at my husband’s firm, but I will likely stay at home after the little one gets here.”

Her husband’s firm. You recalled Chaeyoung saying she’d married a CEO. One step closer.

The more it sank in that this was likely the woman, the further the pit in your stomach dug.

“That’s nice,” you nodded, “I’m doing the same.”

“My,” Seoyeon’s eyes were on your collarbone, “We seem to have a lot in common, don’t we?”

You smirked, masking your rising repugnance, “We do.”

At last, your saving grace arrived, though it was awkward as could be. Chaeyoung appeared and spotted you. Her beaming smile faded slightly when she saw who was with you. Despite your own discomfort, you had to play it off as if you had no idea who you were talking to. Your coworker never told you the name of Jimin’s ex. If you gave any indication that you had connected the dots, it could raise suspicion in your friend. You should have had no way of knowing.

“Hey!” she approached you both, “So sorry I’m late. Have you been waiting for me long?”

“No, not at all.” you said.

The woman sitting across from you seemed to recognize her.

Her face was pleasant as could be and she looked at Seoyeon, and then back at you, “Do you two know each other?”

"We just met," you said while glancing across the table, "This is-"

"Seoyeon," Chaeyoung nodded, bowing to her politely, "I remember perfectly. Um, I don't know if you remember me..."

She nodded, "Ah, yes. I do recall your face. You're a stylist, correct?"

Your colleague affirmed, "I'm Chaeyoung."

Then she seemed to put the pieces together, looking at you while sipping her coffee again. When her lips parted from the straw, she grinned at you with a dimmed enthusiasm, "Oh, so you're a stylist too. The same company?"

You both nodded in reply, and her eyes grew a hint of skepticism. She knew you were with BTS, and that you knew her ex. But she didn't know the half of it, and that gave you the upper hand.

"I see," Seoyeon trailed off, unlocking her phone, "Oh! I didn't realize the time. I forgot to mention that my husband is expecting a call from me."

Then she rose from her chair and grabbed her bags, "It was a pleasure to meet you, Y/N. And to see you again, Chaeyoung. Please excuse me."

"Of course. It was nice to meet you as well. I hope you have a great babymoon." you bid her farewell.

With her coffee in hand, she left the cafe area and started in the direction of the gate. Then Chaeyoung sat down in her place, her expression changing to one of flabbergastment.

She put both of her palms down on the table, "Okay, first of all, I'm sorry I'm late. The twins were cranky and I had trouble getting out the door."

You smirked, "It's fine."

"Second of all," she wasted no time in lowering her volume, "That woman is Jimin's ex. The one I told you about."

You pretended to be surprised, though you knew it in your gut already, "Oh, shit. But I thought you said she was a total...well, bitch. Honestly, she was very kind. We started getting acquainted after she helped me up. She seems nice."

"Wait, you fell?" Chaeyoung's eyes were full of concern, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. It happened when the guys showed up, actually. There was a bit of a scuffle and I got shoved," you shrugged, "Anyway, that's not the point. Funny enough, she's going to LA too."

Your friend looked disturbed, "Right...We may have to give the company a heads-up."

You almost choked on your cold beverage, "What? W-Why?"

"Just out of precaution. Y/N, this person came close to blowing the lid on their relationship and causing a giant press nightmare for the boys. I'll never forget how torn up Jimin was..."

You looked down, "I understand that. But why would she pose a threat now? She's married, she's having a baby of her own. I feel like she's moved on by now. Plus, she was clearly intimidated by us. You saw how she got up and walked away. We made her uncomfortable, maybe even ashamed. I know she probably brings back bad memories, but it's in the past."

You were conscious of the fact that you were partly trying to convince yourself, but you also felt that it was logical. Seoyeon wasn't who she was back then. She was a married, pregnant woman who seemed to have no time to get involved in drama again.

Chaeyoung sighed, "Well I guess for my own moral clarity, I'd still like to notify someone. They'd rather have all the facts, you know?"

There was a pit in your stomach, "Yeah, I suppose you're right."

You finished your coffee before you realized, sipping away nervously as you thought about how you would break it to your boyfriend. If she told Management, they'd certainly give him a call.

To your right and across the wide hallway, there were the giant window panels with a view of the tarmac. A smaller jet roared as it glided down the pavement, lifting off the ground in a tilt.

"That's probably them," Chaeyoung said quietly, "The boys."

Lost in thought, you nodded, voice low, "There they go."

The flight was halfway over. His thumb and his index finger kept rubbing together subconsciously. He was unable to sleep, though weary.

He shifted in his roomy reclining seat. It could turn into a makeshift bed, if wanted. Many of the other members, or at least the ones he could see, had taken advantage of this luxury feature. Some light snoring could be heard - Namjoon’s, but he was sitting on the opposite end of the cabin. The two men still were hardly speaking, even when in close proximity.

Taehyung was nearby and awake, scrolling mindlessly on his phone. His face reflected the light of his screen, as the cabin was dark. It was nearing dusk, still plenty of light outside, but all the windows were shut to allow for better sleeping conditions.

Alert and bored out of his mind, Jimin checked his phone once again to see if you’d replied to his texts. He knew better, aware that you probably put your phone on airplane mode, but couldn’t resist. However, when he saw no reply from you, he sighed and decided to open the window next to him. Perhaps watching the skies could occupy his thoughts for a while.

Taehyung heard his sigh from across the aisle and looked over.

There was never mistaking Jimin’s inner feelings, especially with this second youngest member. Only a couple months apart in age, their bond had always been unique - rocky at times like siblings, but overall especially linked.

The younger cleared his throat and said quietly, “Talk to me, Jimin. What’s up?”

He looked over with a pained expression, not even bothering to conceal anything, “I’m sitting here, on a private jet. With so much space in my seat that you could fit two of me. I can recline and stretch my legs. I could even press this button here and the chair will vibrate on my back.”

He looked around to make sure that no flight attendant or outside individual was nearby. Luckily, their security guards and the attendant were sitting on the other end of the plane, out of earshot.

Jimin leaned closer and lowered his voice, “Meanwhile, my pregnant girlfriend is flying commercial, probably uncomfortable as hell. It just feels so wrong. I should have pushed for her to be onboard with us.”

Taehyung chuckled, “You know why you couldn’t have done that. Then, we’d have to have Chaeyoung as well, and there’s no room.”

“It’s not funny, Tae,” his brows furrowed shaking his head out of annoyance, “We found out at the ultrasound that her blood pressure is too high. If she doesn’t sleep or eat well or keep her stress down, it could be dangerous for both of them.”

His bandmate’s face softened, as did his tone, “Oh shit…I’m sorry, I didn’t know. But she was given the okay to travel anyway?”

Jimin sighed, “Yes. It was more of a warning, not an immediate risk. I know I’m kind of being irrational. If the doctor said it’s fine, then I should trust that. I’m just worried is all.”

Taehyung grinned a little and reached across the aisle to put his hand on his shoulder, giving it a gentle shake, “Well I think that probably just comes with the territory of being an expectant father. It would be concerning if you weren’t worried.”

He nodded, “That may be true, but that does nothing to change my guilt about her comfort. If anyone should have a nice, cozy place to sit for this long journey, it should be her.”

“I agree with you, I do,” the younger said with more reservation, “But it just had to be this way, unfortunately. Y/N has proven she’s tough going through all of this. She’ll be fine and when you two get home you can spend all the time you want doting on her.”

The thought made Jimin chuckle as he leaned back to his original position in the seat, “Actually, she wants to spend time decorating when we get back. She brought all of her wall art and fake plants with her. Safe to say I think my apartment is about to undergo a feminine transformation.”

Taehyung laughed in return, “Nothing wrong with that. You barely decorated your place to begin with. It could use some wall art and fake plants and shit.”

“And throw pillows,” he laughed quietly as he thought of you carrying in that giant black trash bag full of them, “So many pillows…”

The other shrugged, “Eh, let her make it what she wants. Make the place more homey before the little bundle of joy gets here. You have a nursery to build too, my friend.”

His head his the back of the seat, “I know. So much to do. We haven’t even discussed names yet.”

“You still have months for that.” Taehyung said.

There was a silence that fell between them, both daydreaming for a moment. Jimin pictured what was currently a guest bedroom transformed into a nursery, perhaps painted a different color. Toys littering the floor. A crib along the wall with a mobile hanging overhead. A small, precious new person tucked safely in its confines. He couldn’t stop envisioning a baby girl in a pink onesie.

“You’re so ooey-gooey,” Taehyung chuckled, “Looks good on you.”

He shrugged, but he couldn’t contain his smile, “It’s been a lot, but thank you.”

*The next day*

Your alarm went off, and you were already awake from the hunger. You got in late the night before and found a small bite to eat, but you were still ravenous.

Hotel breakfast would begin in half an hour, giving you enough time to shower and refresh. After breakfast, you and Chaeyoung would head over to the site of the music video shoot and get to work.

Stepping out of the shower, your phone was vibrating on the sink counter. It was Jimin. You felt guilty when you saw his name appear, having missed a call from him last night. You were just too tired.

You picked up, “Morning.”

His soft, hoarse morning voice brought you comfort, as always, “Hey. You alright sweetheart?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah. Just exhausted.”

“I am too,” he said, “How was yesterday?”

“Fine," was your answer out of habit, but then you remembered the news you had to share with him about the person you met, "Actually, um, there was a slight hiccup of sorts. I, uh...I got pushed."

You chickened out, squeezing your eyes shut and putting a hand to your forehead as soon as the regret hit you. He had to know - the company would inevitably reach out to him once Chaeyoung explained it. Though you knew it was best to be the one to tell him, it was unbearably awkward, and you didn't want to add more stress to the pile. It would mean opening a whole new can of worms.

What Jimin heard was more than enough to send him into a tizzy, "What? Was it deliberate? Were you hurt?!"

"N-No," you stammered, "It happened while you guys were entering the airport. That rush of people. Someone blew right by me and knocked me over. But I'm alright. I landed on my hands and knees.”

You heard him let out a long breath, “Oh, good. Y/N, please don’t scare me like that. You know I already feel bad about not being with you.”

A pang of guilt jolted in your chest for avoiding the truth, “Sorry, I know. Um…I guess what I’m trying to tell you is something else. After I fell, a woman helped me up. She-”

You heard the sound of a door in the background, followed by a muffled voice.

Jimin muttered something before getting back to you, “Shit, baby I’m going to have to let you go. We need to head down for the overview while they are prepping the set. Um, we’ll find a minute to talk there, okay?”

“Oh,” you stiffened, “Yeah, sure. I’ll see you there soon.”

“Great, eat a good breakfast, hm? I love you.”

You pulled a subtle smile, “I will. Love you too.”

Once you hung up, there was no reason to do anything other than get ready for your day. You took care of your hair and makeup, and put on whatever clothes that would fit you and permit you to look the least bit presentable. Then, you grabbed your purse and went down to meet Chaeyoung for breakfast.

The morning was pleasant with her. She made little to no mention of Seoyeon - just talked about the shoot and the baby. It had been a while since she checked in with you.

She forked a bite of scrambled eggs, “So, how is everything? You just had your ultrasound, right? All good?”

You smiled as you chewed, “Yep, all good. And no, we didn’t find out the gender.”

She laughed, “That was going to be my next question. I’m intrigued that you used ‘we’ instead of ‘I’, though. Care to explain?”

Her smile was for lighthearted gossip, so it didn’t bother you that much. You’d gotten used to lying to her face.

“Yes, the father was there,” you sighed, sitting back in your chair, “He missed the first one and really appreciated being there for this one.”

“And did you appreciate him being there?”

You grinned, “Yes, as a matter of fact I did. We get along…And I think he will make the most incredible father.”

Chaeyoung subtly pointed her index finger at you, “I’m detecting a blush on your cheeks. You’re really into this guy, huh? Do I get to know his name now?”

You giggled to hide your dismay, “Once again it’s a no. I told you, he’s private. Maybe I like him too much to disregard his wishes.”

She teased, “Oooo, alright I can get behind that. I’m sort of jealous of you, actually. Having a baby, enjoying a fun little love affair. And on top of that, you’re traveling across the world. You’re killing it.”

You nodded and smiled, but your spackle job crumbled. Bit by bit, your pleasant expression faded, and then soured. Your heart was racing. Your gut was churning. Tears pricked your eyes and you gulped, all while maintaining a nodding motion of your head.

It was all railing you over at once.

Your secret relationship with one of the most famous men in the world. Your unexpected motherhood. The friend of your partner who hated you. Your probable job loss. Your parents who weren’t speaking to you. The ex girlfriend who had re-appeared like some cruel joke from the universe.

It hardly came out as a whisper, “Y-Yeah.”

Chaeyoung’s lightness dropped immediately. She leaned in, concern plaguing her features, “Hey…Hey, what is it? Did I say something?”

A tear rolled down your cheek as you shook your head, reaching for your napkin so you could dry your eyes, “No. I’m sorry, I’m okay. I just…It’s been difficult at times. And on top of all of it, the OBGYN gave me a warning about my blood pressure. It’s been elevated and I feel like it’s just been one more thing to worry about.”

Her hand found yours, “I get it. I’m sorry, I should have known. I should have remembered that feeling, when everyone is so happy and excited that you’re pregnant but you feel like complete shit on the inside.”

You forced a short-lived grin, “Yeah, it’s hard.”

If she only knew.

Chaeyoung patted the back of your hand a few times as she leaned to her side, apparently digging for something in the purse that lay by her feet, “I was going to save this for another time, but I guess now’s as good as ever.”

She pulled a small, thick book out of her purse and set it on the table, “For you.”

You picked it up, sniffling, “A baby naming book.”

The sweet woman smiled softly, “When I felt overwhelmed carrying the twins, a little escape would always help me. I found that going through all the names in this book was a comfort. I got to forget about all the hard stuff and focus on my babies. What their names might be. Who they might become. Only the good stuff. Maybe give it a shot?”

You wiped another tear and smiled, grateful to have a friend, “Chae…This is so kind. Thank you so much. This probably doesn’t come as a shock, but I haven’t started thinking about names yet.”

She shrugged happily, “Well you will now. It’s fun.”

You both finished your meal and ordered a ride to the Los Angeles Theatre, the set of the music video.

“Holy shit,” Hoseok smirked, bobbing his head as he checked himself out in one of the building’s ornate gold mirrors, “You guys did amazing with the looks. Wow.”

You and Chaeyoung laughed, watching all the guys look at each other’s clothes in delight. They were all dressed and made up, waiting on the director to give them the signal to begin filming.

Jungkook, who was in a corset, was particularly pleased, “Yes. Chef’s kiss, ladies. Thank you. They match the venue perfectly.”

Chaeyoung murmured in your ear, “I wish my waist was that fucking small.”

You covered your mouth as you giggled, “Mine certainly isn’t.”

Even Namjoon seemed content, joking here and there with Yoongi. Ironically, his was one of your favorite outfits of all. It was a black suit with a simple yet bold cargo detail on one side, a satin band to highlight his torso. Nothing highly elaborate, but cool. Complete with lug-sole boots, it was the perfect mix of debonair and rugged.

While the others goofed around in the spare time, Jimin approached both of you stylists. It was the first glimpse of him up-close since you said goodbye at your apartment the day before. He looked beyond words, hair dyed a bluish black for this concept. It was the first time in a while you’d seen him with anything other than his natural hair, but he pulled almost anything off.

He bowed slightly as he greeted you, wishing he could bring you into his arms instead, “Thank you both. How was your flight?”

Chaeyoung crossed her arms, “Ah, you know. Awful.”

You elbowed her gently and reassured Jimin, “It really wasn’t that bad.”

Your colleague rubbed your back, endeared by your fib, “Says the one who is five months pregnant. It’s alright to admit it sucked.”

You shrugged a little and looked at your boyfriend, “Alright it did kind of suck. I had to periodically get up and take walks up and down the aisle, just to stretch. I was able to sleep a bit, though. It was just a lot of sitting.”

You knew that would ease his concern a level.

“Speaking of sitting,” Chaeyoung said, craning her neck to either side in search of something, “Let’s find you a chair, shall we? Being on your feet for long periods will increase your blood pressure, girl.”

Before you could say a word, she was off to find something for you to sit in. Jimin looked quite pleased with this. He inched closer to you and grinned, “Thanks for telling her like I asked. She’s a good friend.”

You nodded, “She is. She also gave me a baby naming book.”

He chuckled, “Ah, so when we get home, we can talk about names while finding a way place for the million throw pillows you brought, hm?”

You laughed, narrowing your eyes in jest, “I would love that actually, thank you very much.”

A comfortable silence arose between you two. He just took you in, dressed in jeans and a short-sleeved black top that likely wouldn’t fit in a matter of weeks.

Maybe this was the time to tell him. You didn’t know when Chaeyoung aimed to get in touch with the company, but you doubted she’d wait very long.

You checked your surroundings quickly before muttering, “Jimin, I-”

Then a deeper voice called to him, “Hey.”

Both of you looked to find Namjoon, the members filtering away to the filming area behind him. His hands were in his pockets, eyes switching between you and Jimin for a second. Even a brief stare from him was intimidating. Then he cocked head towards the set, “We’re starting.”

Jimin’s eyes went cold, but not bitter. He nodded without a word before turning to you once more, “Sorry, really quickly, what were you going to say? Is it what you wanted to tell me earlier?”

You froze for moment, locked in a dilemma. You hated to let it slip by again, but you had to. It could wait until the end of the shoot.

“Uh, nothing,” you grinned, “Later.”

He agreed reluctantly, “Alright. Go sit down, please.”

Then he went off to join the guys. The shoot commenced right on schedule. For a while, you and Chaeyoung sat in the background, watching them perform to a much more contemporary choreography than normal. The song was called “Black Swan”. It was beautiful and artistic - and Jimin was perfectly in his element. He sank into his craft wholeheartedly, fluid and precise with every movement, right down to his finger tips.

Watching him do what he was born to do made you warm inside. You were proud of him, while also relieved that he had his performances to escape the chaos. It was like his character disappeared, and he took on a new persona. He was freer.

In between takes, you and Chaeyoung would refresh their looks wherever you could. They would film certain parts of the choreography in different places. Each setting called for different looks, and it was your job to help them get settled quickly.

At one point, they were directed to take shoot both still shots and parts of the dance at this grand staircase. The wardrobe for this setting consisted of black suits with black, reflective rhinestones in varying places.

You divvied up the task of lint rolling all the jackets. You and Chaeyoung went through each member with haste, to a point where the only two left were Jungkook and Namjoon. She went in the direction of the youngest member before you could, leaving you to handle the one you wasn’t particularly fond of you.

Maintaining your dignity and a sense of security, you approached him as you would anyone else.

Jimin was subtly but dutifully observing from a distance.

You smiled at the tall man, who was blonde now, “Hey.”

He offered a congenial grin in return, “Hey.”

You felt so pathetic, rolling the sticky paper down his sleeves.

“How are you, uh, feeling?” Namjoon asked.

You didn’t know if he was trying to be genuine or if he simply didn’t want to deal with an awkward silence. Caught off guard by the remark, you took a moment to answer in a hush, “I’m alright. I appreciate you asking. How are you?”

“I’m doing okay,” he said, biting the inside of his cheek, “Look, I don’t know if this is the place, but I’m sure you know what’s been going on between me and him.”

You glanced at Jimin. He was leaning against the large and gorgeous post of the staircase, now with a fire in his eyes. His head was tilted slightly downward as he glared at the situation unfolding before him. He couldn’t hear what was being said, but he could see something was off-kilter. If Namjoon was about to try anything with you, he’d have hell to pay.

You started to lint roll the back of his jacket, “I have heard, yes. It’s…That’s not what I want for you guys.”

“Me too.” he lamented.

The real regret was palpable in his voice. It made you pity him, in a way. It reminded you that he wasn’t truly a good man, with a good heart.

Namjoon continued, “I realized I never gave you the chance to defend yourself. So I’m asking you now, Y/N…Do you, in any way, have bad intentions towards Jimin? Do you seek notoriety out of all of this, even the slightest bit?”

Your stomach was in a coil. In one respect, you were glad to have been given the chance to speak for yourself, but it was such an unexpected move on his part that you fumbled for an answer.

You took a deep breath and let the words out as confidently as you could, “I do not and have never thought so lowly of him that I would deceive him like that. My feelings have always been real. That is the truth.”

He was quiet as you went about your work. When you finished, he nodded to you and walked away to go join the guys.

You knew your boyfriend was still looking at you, searching for your eyes to know if you were okay. You avoided his gaze, feeling somewhat dirty. It was odd - you had told Namjoon the truth, but you felt shameful that someone really felt the need to ask you that.

You tore the used lint paper off the roll and crumpled it in your hand as you and Chaeyoung reunited off-set. You sat back down on your collapsible chairs behind all the crew, fading into the background once again.

As the leader of the group climbed the staircase to his position as directed, Jimin grabbed his wrist. It looked like a gentle hold to everyone who might have been able to see it, and he was mindful to keep a composed demeanor. His face was totally neutral.

He and Namjoon shared a look. You noticed and prayed he wouldn’t start anything.

From afar, you watching Jimin crane his neck the tiniest length to one side. His lips didn’t move. He just wanted the other to see his expression. He wanted him to know he’d seen that little interaction, and he wasn’t happy.

The tense moment was over in a couple of seconds, and they went back to performing for the camera.

Well into this portion of filming, Chaeyoung nudged your arm and whispered to you, “What were you and Jimin talking about?”

Your heart dropped, “Nothing. Just joking around. You know how he is.”

She sounded apprehensive, “You didn’t tell him about Seoyeon, did you?”

Timidly, you replied, “No.”

“Good,” she sighed, “I wouldn’t want him to know that I told you about her. Oh well, he will be getting a call from Management sometime today, most likely. I told them early this morning. Don’t worry, you’ll be safe. They know you had no way of knowing who she was.”

You nodded, “Right…Thanks for doing that. H-How do you think he’ll take it?”

She shrugged, pursing her lips as both of you watched the guys go about their routine, the song playing in the background, “Honestly, I don’t know. He’s been really great without her. But this is going to come out of nowhere and it might stress him out. It's just a little mess.”

You looked at your shoes, “Yeah.”

You and him kept sharing periodic eye contact throughout the rest of the shoot. It was like he was monitoring you, and you could only assume he’d demand to know what his bandmate had said to you during that little rendezvous.

Each time his eyes floated over to yours, your heart would ache. You held so much adoration for this man. The lengths he would go in order to care for you were more than you could have imagined for yourself. He didn’t just want you to be happy - he chased after it.

You put your hand on your belly, letting in the bond. A part of that wonderful man was growing inside you. His legacy and yours.

As your thumb stroked up and down, you felt a light tapping from within.

It was here, finally. The child in your womb was moving with enough force for you to feel it.

Tears welled up. After everything, this baby was growing strong. Your world had been turned upside down. You’d been under more duress than ever in your life, yet your child was healthy. You were both soldiering through it all.

You closed your eyes, relaxed in your chair, and smiled as the taps continued.

Chaeyoung caught this. While she was grinning, she was confused, “What’s got you so gleeful?”

You looked at her, “The baby’s moving.”

Your friend shared your excitement as you peered back to find Jimin. He was focused on his work. You couldn’t help but think your little one was trying to dance with him.

The boys were celebrating in Hoseok's hotel suite late at night. They always did this after completing a music video shoot, which was no small feat. Someone ordered a few bottles of champagne to toast, and more drinks were bound to flow afterward. However, one could cut the tension between two of the members with a knife. Now it could finally be brought up, and Jimin wouldn't miss that chance.

As soon as the leader plopped down on the sofa, Jimin sat next to him.

The air between them wasn't hostile - just strained. It wasn't enough to deter any of the other members from having fun with one another. They hardly noticed at all.

Jimin leaned forward with his elbows on his thighs, holding a champagne flute in the middle of his legs. He simply sighed. Namjoon situated his right ankle on his left knee and let his posture relax and recline.

The younger of the two chuckled ironically, "Do I really need to ask?"

Namjoon smirked, taking a sip from his glass, "Did I chew into your girlfriend? Of course not."

"She looked uncomfortable with you from where I was standing."

"Yeah, well you were standing pretty far away."

"Namjoon," Jimin's teeth were nearly at a grit, "What did you say?"

The older let out a breath and shifted forward, meeting his eyes and softening his tone, "Out of fairness, I asked her if her intentions were benevolent."

No longer could he maintain his cool, but he kept his voice low, "What?"

"Yeah, I flat out asked her. We were being cordial, and so I just thought I'd give her the chance to speak for herself."

Jimin's tone was dripping with revulsion, "Well how very generous of you, Joonie. How very gracious. You showed her so much respect by asking her if she's a fucking gold digger!"

The raised voice drew the attention of the others.

He went on, "What the fuck is wrong with you?! Don't you realize that by asking her that question, you were essentially calling her that?!"

"Jesus Christ, you guys," Yoongi groaned, "What now?"

The infuriated man gulped down the rest of his drink and set the glass firmly down on the table in front of them. Then he stood up and looked at Namjoon, gesturing to the group with his hands with flaring nostrils, "Tell them, huh? Tell them what you just told me."

The man on the couch put up his hands in self-defense before calmly stating, "Today at the shoot, I asked Y/N if she has good intentions."

Several eye rolls and sighs came about.

Jungkook was almost as frustrated as Jimin, "What the hell, hyung?"

"That's a bit much." Taehyung remarked.

"I was seriously trying to be fair, okay?" the head of the group objected, "I felt bad that this whole drama centered around her has been happening behind her back. I wasn't trying to fucking intimidate her. We were talking like adults and I honestly thought it would be the right thing to do."

"You thought it would be good to ask our friend's pregnant girlfriend if she's only in it for fame and money?" Hoseok scowled.

"I'll admit that it sounds so much worse when you put it like that, but yes."

Jimin threw his hands up in his exasperation, “It sounds bad because it is!”

Jungkook came to his aid, patting his back to try to get him to calm down, “Hey, just relax. The yelling doesn’t help anything.”

“No, I’m fucking sick of his foolish, insane agenda! It was bad enough when you were saying these things to me, but now you go and take it straight to Y/N?! She’s carrying my child! She doesn’t need you and your ridiculous false assumptions cast down from up there on your high horse!”

This time, Jin tried to soothe the enraged member, “Alright let’s just take a breather, okay?”

He put his hands on his shoulders, but Jimin broke out of it immediately, “Stop acting like you know everything, Namjoon! Just because you are the leader of this group on paper doesn’t mean you are the fucking alpha! You don’t know!”

Namjoon couldn’t take it anymore. He shot up, “I know you, Jimin! And I knew you at your very worst! At your lowest! You don’t remember?! The day Seoyeon ended things, who was at your side?!”

Yoongi tried to stop him, “Joon, you don’t-”

“Who, Jimin?! Who checked on you every day, only to find you drunk and saying you didn’t want to live anymore?! Who helped you wash the bloodstains from your shirt after you broke a fucking fifth of whisky and cut yourself trying to clean it up wasted?!”

Jimin was still fuming, but speechless. He was just a tight ball of nerves.

“I did! I fucking did! I don’t ever want to see you in that state again and I won’t apologize!”

“SHE IS NOT SEOYEON!”

Just then, his phone began to ring. With veins popping out of his neck and a face red, he stopped.

Everyone was frozen, shocked by the outburst. They’d never seen him scream at anyone like that.

The phone kept ringing.

Aggravated beyond words, Jimin rolled his eyes, “Where’s my goddamn phone?”

Yoongi found it resting on the dresser against the wall. He picked it up and looked at the screen, eyebrows furrowing, “Uh, it’s Management…”

The anger slowly drained from his demeanor. They rarely called out of the blue, but when they did, it was almost never good.

Jimin calmed his breathing and pushed a tuft of hair out of his face, taking the device out of Yoongi’s grasp.

Everyone remained quiet as he answered.

“Hello?”

“Jimin,” a familiar manager’s voice came through, “Apologies, I know it’s late over there.”

“It’s alright. What’s going on?”

There was a brief pause before the reply.

“Seoyeon is in LA. And I’m afraid she met and spoke to the styling team that traveled with the group.”

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If Snow Decides to Fall

6. “Give them time.”

Author’s Note: My, it’s good to be back! I’ve been doing a lot in my personal life lately, so this one took a while to get out. I hope it was worth the wait. Thank you for being here:)

Chapter Warnings: Angst, pregnancy, explicit language, profanity, misogynistic language

Taglist (open): @marihoneywk @amarawayne

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~8 months ago~

A melodic giggle left you as you picked up another ornament from the banged up cardboard box. It was a small frame with a thin red ribbon looped through a hole at the top. The frame was shaped as a snowflake, and in the center was a circular print of a little boy. Black hair and a toothless smile, he couldn’t have been older than six months.

“Oh my God please tell me this is you!” you gushed, putting a hand over your mouth.

The grown-up version of that small boy was with you, sitting on the floor next to you in front of an artificial tree. Though he hair was blonde now, his face hadn’t changed beyond recognition.

He grinned somewhat bashfully, “That was my first Christmas I think. I’m surprised my mom would have given that one to me, but she probably has a ton just like it.”

You carefully hung the ornament on one of the green limbs, “How cute! Little baby Jimin.”

It was early in the month of December. During your stay the weekend prior, you learned that he’d never put up a Christmas tree in his own apartment. He went home for the holiday every year in the middle of his busy schedule, so he never had the time or the drive to do it. In fact, he didn’t put up any holiday decorations, and that wouldn’t fly with you. You had gotten into a routine of spending time there every Friday night and most Saturday mornings.

The place was in desperate need of Christmas aliveness, and once you discovered that his mother had given him a box of old ornaments that he had never used, it was non-negotiable.

“I was pretty adorable, wasn’t I?” Jimin smirked, hanging a small gold one next to it.

“Very,” you concurred, “Never let Army get a hold of this one.”

He laughed. This felt much more natural than he would have imagined, doing something so domestic with you. His feelings for you were deepening with the passing of every one of these weekend visits. You made him want to do wholesome holiday things.

You noticed how he was looking at you as you reached back into the box of decorations, “What?”

“What?” he returned.

Your cheeks flushed, “Why are you giving me that face?”

“What face?” he chuckled, “This is just my face.”

“No it’s not.”

“It is.”

You laughed, “Well then you have a very pleasant resting expression.”

He grinned wider, eyes flitting to the window for a moment. It was dark outside, but there was a noticeable movement on the other wise of the glass. Little specks of white fluttering heavily yet gracefully down.

“Look, sweetheart.” He nodded his head in a gesture towards the window. He had only just begun to call you by that endearing name, and you adored it.

You practically jumped up when you saw the snow, “Yes! The first snow of the season!”

Jimin found you fascinating. There seemed to be a bottomless well of little things to know about you. He stood up with you, but you were already practically pressed against the glass like a little kid.

Laughing, he remained rooted where he was, “You like snow, huh?”

“I love it,” you turned your head back for a moment, face bright with wonder, “It’s so peaceful to me.”

“Even like this?” he smirked, “It’s a blizzard.”

“It’s a winter wonderland.” you corrected him, transfixed by the force of nature showing off its beauty, “It is pretty heavy, though. Might not be safe to drive home tonight.”

Jimin grinned softly and approached you from behind, “As if you weren’t planning on spending the night.”

He took your hand and pulled you backward. You stumbled right into his arms, giggling. You were perfectly aware of what he wanted, and you wanted it too, but neither of you was in a hurry. This was an indication that things in your relationship were beginning to change. When it first started, he would open his door and you'd come in like a firestorm, instantly making out and letting things run their course. Now, a handful of months later, you didn't mind a slow, mild burn, In fact, you didn't if nothing sexual happened at all, though it was incredible every time. You just loved spending time with him in this apartment.

He kissed your hair as you wrapped your arms around him, enjoying how he smelled of his body wash.

“Come on,” you said, “Let’s finish this tree.”

“Sure, baby,” he replied, though he wasn’t letting you go, “Anything you say.”

You grinned, content in the embrace for a moment longer before you let go. You began making your way back to the tree, but he didn’t follow you.

“I’m going to get some water,” he said, “Want anything?”

You sat back down on the floor and glanced back at him, “No thanks, I’m good.”

As you started to rummage through the box of ornaments again, a devious smile appeared on Jimin’s face. He went into the kitchen, a childlike thrill in fluttering in his stomach. This was perfect - you were right where he wanted you, clueless and looking away.

He opened the freezer, where he had some home-made snow for this occasion. A surprise ambush was in the works.

He had it all in a container, ready to be balled up. Willingly, he set it on the counter and reached into it to pack a snowball together. He was trying to keep himself from laughing as he checked to ensure you weren’t looking.

His hands were freezing now, but it would be worth it. Slowly, he approached you. He had to get close enough to hit you directly on the back.

When the snowball was flung at your back, you instantly jolted forward with a squeal. Some of it went down the collar of your sweatshirt. With a mouth agape, you turned your head to find Jimin doubled over in laughter.

“What the hell?!” You laughed too, standing up to shake out the snow that was trapped under your clothing.

“You said you liked snow.” he taunted you.

Knowing he had to have gotten the snow from the kitchen, you leaned to the side to have a look. From a moderate distance, you could make out a clear bin on one of the countertops.

Your eyes narrowed as you grinned back at him, “Oh you’re going to pay for that!”

Quicker than he could catch you, you darted around him. Both of you were giggling like kids. You practically rammed your hands into the bin of snow and started to pack a ball. Jimin ran behind you and snatched the container away taking it to a secondary location so he could load himself up with the white, frozen ammunition.

When you came after him, he was frantically trying to form more snowballs behind the couch in his living room. You chucked the one you’d made at his chest. It broke apart on his shirt, some of it on his neck. He laughed through the discomfort of having some of the cold, melting snow run down bare skin.

Then he was motivated to return the fire, throwing what he had hastily packed together at you. You turned your back to him at the last second and it ended up hitting you in the rear.

Your hips flexed forward at the contact, “Ow! Don’t throw it so hard!”

He knew how far he could push the envelope and that you weren’t done yet.

“I thought you liked it when I hit you in the ass, baby.”

You turned around, beet red with a fluster. You hated and delighted in his unique capacity to make you feel annoyed yet giddy. You decided that you were going to get back at him big time.

Playing the part of a tired girl, you started to laugh, catching your breath from all of the excitement. This appeared to do the trick, disarming him enough for you to go and hug him.

“Thanks for letting me play in the snow with you.” you sighed happily.

He was calming down too, “Come on, let’s shower. I’m cold and wet.”

“What about the tree?”

“We will finish it after.” Jimin reassured you, kissing your nose sweetly.

You agreed, though you were suspecting that something a little more heated would take place instead. As he started towards his bedroom to get out of his clothes, you bent down to grab the container of snow.

In an instant, you reached up and dumped it on his head. Jimin gasped, his body jerking to try to shake it off, “Ah!”

You were laughing uncontrollably, until a playfully malicious look developed in his eyes. You then screamed and started to run away, him chasing you. You bolted around the living room, weaving between the furniture until he caught you.

Jimin tackled you into the couch, forcing you to feel the cold with him. The frigid water on his skin and clothing transferred to you, making you squeal. He was laughing with you now, pressing his weight on you to make sure you paid for this transgression.

You eventually wrapped your arms around his neck and he began to kiss yours lazily. Both of you were breathing heavily from a combination of adrenaline and oxytocin.

“Get off,” you smiled, “I’m all wet now.”

He smirked into your skin, “What’s new?”

You smacked his shoulder but couldn’t hold in your laughter, “You are the most dirty-minded person I’ve ever met, Park Jimin.”

“Can’t help it,” he chuckled, “You can’t say things like ‘I’m all wet’ and expect me to just let that slide.”

You rolled your eyes as he pecked your jaw, “You’re an adult, though.”

“So are you,” Jimin’s voice was low as he laughed, “And yet we just had a snowball fight indoors.”

You sighed, “Yeah, true.”

He gave you one more kiss on your cheek before lifting himself off you, pulling you up with him, "I wasn't kidding about that shower."

~Present day~

You entered the elevator and smoothed out your black jersey knit dress. With a white baby tee layered underneath, the dress was cut to be looser, so it wouldn't make you feel more swollen than you already felt. Your feet were puffy, your hands and fingers were puffy. Everything felt puffy.

Now at thirteen weeks, your belly hadn't changed much, but you were beginning to feel uncomfortable with the size change. You felt like you'd just eaten a giant meal all the time.

Your current task on this typical work day was to meet with the members. Moments prior, Sanghee had told you that the guys wanted to see the tour concept you'd been putting together - something about preparing themselves for the upcoming music video shoot, which was only weeks away. You thought it was a little odd, but their process was their process. As Sanghee mentioned, they were waiting for you in one of the moderately sized meeting rooms.

When you walked in, everyone looked happy to see you. To your surprise, no one from management was present. Only five faces were there to greet you - Jimin and Namjoon were missing from the count.

"Hey, Y/N!" Jungkook said, slurping down some ramyeon.

Hugging your giant binder to your chest, you smiled back, "Hey guys. I have the look book here for you all to look at.”

Yoongi chuckled, “Oh, we don’t really care about that. We just needed an excuse to get you up here.”

You cautiously took a few more steps into the room, “Okay…What’s all this about? And where are your other two members?”

Jin pulled out a chair for you, “Namjoon is doing some work in his studio. Jimin’s practicing a routine.”

You nodded slowly and sat down, head feeling abnormally dizzy, at an utter loss, “So, you guys don’t want to see the tour concept at all?”

Taehyung smirked, “I’m sure it’s all great work, but no.”

Hoseok was eating lunch as well, seated across from you. He tilted his cup of store-bought ramyeon toward you as an offering, “There’s another cup for you, if you want it. Have you had lunch yet?”

You laughed nervously, “I’d love some, but can someone please tell me what this is? This feels like an intervention or something.”

There was a microwave and sink in the back of the room. Yoongi began to prepare the food for you without saying a word, leaving it to the others to explain this strange meeting.

Jin felt obligated, as the oldest. He was sure to wear a friendly expression, “Sorry, Y/N. Didn’t mean to make this feel weird. We just wanted the chance to talk to you for a little bit, without having to fake anything.”

Even though all indications told you that they had nothing against you, you couldn't help but worry that this could be another Namjoon situation.

"Talk about what?"

Yoongi stirred water into your ramyeon cup and sighed, "Guys, just come out with it. We're making her nervous."

The youngest member chuckled, mouth full of food. Hoseok gave him a light scolding pat on his arm, assuring you, "We want to congratulate you in person and tell you that we really are happy for you and Jimin."

"And that we will help you guys however we can," Jin added, "We know it's been tough and, well, it will probably get a lot tougher. But know that it's not just Jimin you have in your corner. You have all of us too."

You smiled softly, your head tilted down modestly, "Almost all of you, right?"

There was a brief pause among them. Of course, they were well aware of Namjoon's objection, but now they witnessed how it affected you.

Jungkook's smile was wiped clean off his face, "Oh, Jimin told you?"

You were maintaining a brave face, nodding.

Taehyung let out a disgruntled groan, "Don't pay any attention to that, Y/N. We all think he's being ridiculous."

You shrugged, not wishing to partake in any poor talk about one of the members. It wasn't your place, not right now, "I know about Seoyeon. Namjoon is trying to be a protective friend...I can understand it."

"Well, we think it would help all of us, including Joonie, if we could start getting to know each other better." Hoseok said.

Yoongi handed you the fully prepared ramyeon cup, which had steam emerging from the top. Your mouth watered - it had been a while since you'd eaten an instant meal like this and evidently, you missed it. You thanked him.

Hoseok went on as you began to eat, "We want to hang out with you sometime. And, if you wouldn't mind, we want to include the other girlfriends as well. We think it would be good for you and Jimin to have some semblance of normalcy in all of this. A group of people to hang out with where you don't have to hide your feelings for each other."

"Or the truth about the baby." Jungkook said.

You digested the idea, and it warmed your heart. A smile appeared on your face even as you chewed, "That's so generous of you guys. Thank you, really."

“Don't think of it as generosity," Yoongi uttered as he sat back at the table to eat, "This isn't some charity thing. It's friendship."

Just then, the door opened. You had a sinking feeling that it would be Namjoon, but your luck turned out to be good that day. Walking in came a tired and hungry Jimin, made instantly more awake when he saw you. Needless to say, he hadn't expected to come upon the sight of you eating lunch with the other members.

He closed the door much more slowly than he opened it. You would have gotten up, but you were prioritizing feeding yourself.

"What's going on?" he asked. Detecting the slightest bit of awkwardness on your face, he went to stand behind you and give your shoulders a gentle rub. It was like he was standing guard over you, unsure of his friends’ intentions.

You looked up at him, “Nothing bad.”

“This is perfect timing actually,” Jin remarked, “We want you guys to start hanging out with us more as a couple. You both need to do normal things with people you can trust.”

Jimin ceased to rub your shoulders and gave a small chuckle, “Oh, that’s a nice idea. Who thought of that?”

“All of us in this room,” Jungkook replied, “We want to help make this smoother for you both. And personally, I’ve gotten tired of feeling useless in all of this.”

You returned to eating as your boyfriend took a chair next to you, smile fading, “Does Namjoon know about this?”

“Not exactly, but I think it’s important to include him too. There should be group unity on this. All of the drama is getting old.” said Yoongi.

“No shit,” huffed Taehyung, “So let’s all get together when we get back from LA.”

“My place,” Jin suggested, “And all the girlfriends can come.”

Jimin looked at you to find your face light and gratified, but he couldn't find it within himself to feel the same. Placing his hand on your knee, his voice was a little sour, “Would you like to?”

You heartily agreed.

"Then it's settled," Hoseok smiled, "I'll let Yunhee know. And Joonie."

The man sitting next you to went silent. There was so much he wanted to say, but didn’t want to purge out his frustrations in front of you. The last thing in the world he wanted was for you to feel like a burden, or that you were the cause of strife in the group. In the place of verbal aggression was a look of dismay. He put his knuckle to his lips, as if he needed to physically keep his mouth from running.

His hand was still on your knee. You placed yours over his, giving him a reassuring grin. Then you replied to Hoseok.

“You guys are right. This will be good for us. All of us.”

Jimin couldn't help himself, an acidic cadence escaping from his vocal cords, "I'm not entirely sure about that, but I'll go with it if you really want to."

"I do," you nodded, "Namjoon shouldn't be excluded from things with you guys. The rift needs to end.”

He smirked so he wouldn’t scowl, “It will end when he decides. I can’t control how he feels about this.”

“Well, right now he has little reason to change his opinion. He doesn’t know me very well as a person, so why wouldn’t we give him an opportunity?”

He looked at you with softening eyes before glancing at the guys around the room. He let out an unsettled breath, “If it’s the consensus, then so be it. But if he pulls some kind of stunt or says anything out of line, I reserve the right to defend us. And he will be the cause of the drama, not me.”

He looked like an even mixture of his parents. His eyes and nose came from his father, but his lips were a carbon copy of his mother’s. That’s what you thought as they sat across from you in Jimin’s living room.

They were seated next to your own disgruntled parents on the long sofa, while you and your boyfriend sat beside each other - a couple of nervous wrecks. At that dinner the previous weekend, you were able to come to a series of decisions. One of those decisions was to meet the parents as soon as possible, so here you both were. When it came down to it, it was most convenient to call them all over at the same time.

Neither pair had been severely cold-shouldered thus far, but still the circumstance presented was beyond awkward. On your end, things were at least brightened by the fact that his parents were warm towards you. His mother had even given you a hug when Jimin introduced you. Your boyfriend hadn't been quite as lucky - your parents were cordial, yet standoffish with him. As you introduced him, they seemed only half-present, staring at the swell of your bump. You had a feeling that the only reason why your father hadn’t chewed into Jimin by now was the fact that his own parents were in the room. You thanked the heavens for that.

Your mother looked at his parents, “You both seem very kind so I am sorry to say this in front of you, but my husband and I still have major concerns about this.”

Your father looked directly at the slightly shrunken man sitting next to you. He felt like a teenager who’d just been caught in the act. This was the first instance in a while where he felt plainly belittled, but he figured he’d react the same if the situation was reversed. Even though you were both adults, he had still impregnated this man’s daughter out of wedlock.

Jimin’s mother replied with a nod, “As a mom, I can’t fault you for that. We are hoping the two of you have come up with a plan by now.”

Neither of you cared to feel ‘parented’ in this moment. You were fully grown, taking a reprimanding from your mothers and fathers as if you were children. Regardless, you both knew this kind of tone was coming and agreed to just sit and take it. Your parents were allowed to be worried.

“We do have a plan.” Jimin took your hand, his voice easy and calm as to not stir the pot.

The two of you made eye contact briefly, united as a team. Then you concurred, “We will announce everything after the baby is born. We decided it would make life unnecessarily difficult to do it before. The company knows I’m pregnant, but they will not know Jimin is the father until I go on maternity leave. Unfortunately, we are assuming that my leave will become permanent, but I have made my peace with that.”

Your mother raised a brow, “Do you really think it’s wise to let the public know right after you’ve had a baby? That sounds far too tumultuous.”

“It would be tumultuous either way.” you sighed.

Jimin sensed your discomfort and took the lead, “We agreed it would be safer to do it after the baby comes. Y/N’s identity will be known eventually, but we will not disclose it in the announcement. It will ease her into things.”

“Ease her into things?” your father cracked one of those smiles he deployed whenever he was getting frustrated, “She’s already carrying a massive secret on her shoulders, and you’re saying that immediately after giving birth she’s going to lose her job. How is that easy?”

You closed your eyes, “Dad…”

“It’s not easy, I get that,” he sighed, “But it’s the path of least resistance in this situation. I want your daughter to deal with as little stress as possible. This is the best way.”

“The ‘best way’ would have probably been to not have gotten involved with you in the first place.” your father mumbled.

The comment earned an elbow jab from your mother, and subtle looks from Jimin’s own parents. They remained silent, though - they recognized that their son was a grown man. It was no longer their place to step in and defend him. He had to answer for his actions and be able to face the consequences of them. In this case, it meant withstanding the wrath of a rightfully concerned man.

You, on the other hand, were growing more livid by the second.

“Dad,” you did your best to remain calm, but your voice was dripping with aggravation, “Comments like that achieve nothing.”

“No,” your boyfriend let your hand go, “It’s okay. I understand your reservations about me. I know it must be unsettling to see your daughter get involved with someone like me, let alone have a baby. And I realize that there’s nothing I can do to take that away other than prove my commitment over time.”

Both of your mothers watched the sincerity unfold in his eyes.

Jimin continued, “But I hope this next bit of news will help prove it.”

All four parents’ stomachs dropped. Yours imagined that you were about to tell them you’d gotten engaged.

With a slight grin, you looked at him, “We’re going to live here, together.”

His parents seemed more pleased by that than yours. Even under the intense and questioning gaze of the people who raised you, you were nothing short of excited for a moment. It was the second major decision the two of you had made at the dinner. It had taken you a while to come around, admittedly. His initial ask was intimidating, but now that you’d resolved your brief conflict, the notion became appealing. This relationship was serious enough to take it there - you both felt it in your bones.

His mother waited for yours to speak on it first, but when there was a notable silence, she took the initiative, “And when will this be taking place?”

Jimin couldn’t conceal his smile, “As soon as possible.”

“I’ve already started packing,” you added, “I’ll be breaking my current lease, but it’s worth it. The fee isn’t too high.”

“We’re ready for this step,” he elaborated, watching your father’s eyes stare him down, “As a couple, not just as soon-to-be parents. And it will allow me to be around more often to care for her.”

His father chimed in for the first time in this painfully awkward chat, “If you are both happy, then we will be glad for you. You just need to accept that this is difficult for us. I suppose someday soon you will understand how this feels. We just...”

Your mother completed his thought, “We hope you know what you’re doing.”

There was no animosity in her face or tone - only love and concern for you. Thus, you couldn’t find it in your heart to be angry.

Then your father got up and headed for the door, gait hurried yet pitiful. He was too overwhelmed and needed to get out of there before he said unleashed words he’d always regret. It was clear you were in love, but everything in his gut was ablaze with frustration and protectiveness for you. He knew that if he let his tongue roll rampant, he could alienate you away from him, and that was a risk he wasn’t willing to take.

Your mother apologized to everyone softly before going after him. The door shut as they exited. You propped your elbows on your knees and buried your face in your hands, letting out a long breath.

Jimin rubbed your back. You felt defeated but were determined not to let it get the better of you. You knew in your heart that you were making the best decision you could with your circumstances. You were doing the best you could for yourself and your little baby. It wounded the man sitting next to you.

Once you picked up your head, he put his arm around you, bringing you closer to him—an action he refrained from performing while your parents were present out of respect.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart." Jimin sighed quietly.

"No," you said, "I am. This is going to take a while longer for them to digest, apparently. Maybe it was naive of us to expect them to come around so quickly...I just hope they will get there before this baby arrives. I want to be able to celebrate it with them, you know? I want them to be excited to meet their grandchild."

His mother felt horrible for you, "Oh Y/N, I'm sure they will. But it can be a difficult thing, watching your child make decisions you could have never foreseen. I know we've dealt with our fair share of that, with Jimin having the career he does. I can't tell you how many times we worried about him. Even now, after all these years, we can't help it. Give them time."

Then his father spoke up, offering you a gentle smile, "Like I said, you will both understand this someday."

You put on a bashful smile in return, "Thank you for being so kind. I know this is uncomfortable, meeting me for the first time under these circumstances."

"Well," his mother shrugged, "This actually isn't the craziest thing that has happened in our lives."

You all had a little chuckle.

"And it’s plain as day to us that you two care for each other very deeply.” she smiled, folding her hands in her lap.

You blushed as Jimin’s fingers traced along your side. He looked at you in the most adoring manner, “I wish they hadn’t left so they could hear me say this, but neither of us can picture a future without each other.”

His parents had never seen him so content in a woman’s company. It was obvious you were his ‘one’.

They stayed for dinner that night, giving you the chance to know them better. Mrs. Park asked you more about your pregnancy, how you were feeling and whatnot, offering some small tidbits of advice here and there. By the end of the night, you could tell they were more at peace with everything, perhaps even excited. Seeing your bump helped it sink in - they were actually becoming grandparents.

When they left and Jimin closed the door behind them, both of you let out sighs of relief. You turned on your heels to go start putting dishes left over from dinner into the washer.

“Where are you going?” a chuckle rang out from behind you.

“Cleaning the kitchen.”

He took your arm and spun you around and into his arm, “The dishes can sit in the sink for a bit. Let’s unwind. That was a lot.”

You smirked and gave him a quick peck on the lips, “Doing the dishes will help me unwind.”

With that, you broke free from his grasp and continued on your way into the soon-to-be shared kitchen.

Though he had another idea in mind, Jimin followed you, “Fine, I’ll help.”

You entered the area, bare feet on the cold flooring, “Well I should hope so.”

He took a towel from the oven handle, twirled it around, and then whipped you in the rear. You jumped with a short squeal.

“Ow!”

“Sorry, baby.”

You turned to him and laughed, “You are so not.”

The two of you did the dishes and wiped down the counters together. As he was wrapping up with putting things away, you were wiping up the stove to get rid of any grease. Focusing on this minute task helped you gain some respite.

Once you’d gotten the break you needed, you brought it up cautiously, “I’m sorry about my parents…”

Jimin was placing some spice canisters back in their proper spots when he froze, “You have no reason to be sorry. They are simply grappling with a very confusing new reality.”

You closed your eyes and sighed, “Jimin, you can’t tell me that didn’t hurt you. I saw how they were making you feel, especially my dad.”

He chose his next words carefully, “I won’t lie, it was uncomfortable, but that’s what we have to deal with. And I’m more than okay with it, because at the end of the day, I know we’re doing the right thing for us and our little…what food is it this week?”

You broke into a soft grin, “Thirteen weeks is the size of a peach.”

“Right,” he grinned, “Our little peach, who we will get to see in a few weeks. We did the right thing for him or her and that’s all we need to focus on. Our parents can parent us, but we need to parent our own.”

You turned to hug him, “You have the most amazing way of making everything make sense.”

Jimin chuckled as he held you, “I want your conscience to be clear. Mine is.”

“I think I’m getting there. Meeting your parents helped a lot. They’re good people, which I guess is no surprise, knowing their son.”

He kissed your head before releasing you, “They like you. And I just know my mom is talking my dad’s ear off in the car right now about the baby. They’ve always been quick to come around, once they see things are under control.”

“I’m glad,” you returned to wiping the stovetop, placing one hand on your small bump, “Maybe this sounds weird, but I like having a fuller picture of our child’s family, you know? I can see who their circle will be. Who they will celebrate holidays with, who will come to their soccer games.”

He went back to his tidying up as well, “I guarantee they will be all over that stuff. They love babies. And at this point, many of their friends have grandchildren, so on some level they’re probably excited that it’s finally happening for them.”

You were smiling. It was a comfort to imagine your baby being loved by so many people. It was still hard to imagine the other members being uncle figures, but you were certain they would be. You could only hope your own parents would be a part of it all.

Jimin was finishing up, “I’m exhausted. How does a little doppler sound before calling it a night.”

You laughed, turning your head to him, “I will never turn down a doppler session with you.”

He took your hand and began pulling you out of the kitchen, heading towards the bedroom, “I never tire of hearing that heartbeat.”

A few short moments later, you were snuggled up in what was pretty much your shared bed. Same routine - shirt up, pants pulled slightly down to expose the right area for the gel and probe. Jimin liked to be the one controlling the wand, so he could be the one to find the thumping sound. It was always like the first time, presenting an initial shock followed by sheer joy and wonderment.

This was the time both of you used to bond with your unborn child, telling him or her about your days and how excited you were for January. It was an outlet to renew your peace and feel like any other set of parents waiting for their baby.

The beat was steady, pulsing in the background as Jimin spoke, head propped in his palm as usual, “Thanks for settling down for Mommy these past few weeks. It was hard for her in the beginning.”

You played with his hair with one hand, keeping the other on the side of your belly, "Now I'm just swollen and moody and I have heartburn all the time, but that's not your fault, little one."

"You're not moody, sweetheart," Jimin chuckled, "A little hormonal at times, but it's the good kind in many instances."

You giggled, "That's inappropriate talk in front of our baby."

He hummed, turning the monitor's volume a notch louder, "I wish I could make a song out of this perfect sound."

"Why don't you? No one would know."

He shrugged, "If I did, I'd never release it. This is all ours...Our perfect little creation. I don't want anyone who doesn't deserve it to get access to this heart."

You could see the harbored thoughts churning behind his eyes. Knowing you could read him embarrassingly well, he wasn't looking at you. The pleasant expression on his face retreated slightly, another signal that he was letting negative thoughts in. It could have been the announcement, it could have been Namjoon, or your parents, or a slew of other things. But the weight was there.

Instead of addressing it head-on, you dropped your hand from his dark, smooth hair to the top of your bump. It rested in the dip between the bottom of your ribcage and the incline of the swell.

"Daddy loves us so much, baby," you said, "He will always protect our hearts."

Jimin drew in a hitched breath. You knew exactly what would resonate with him. You couldn't take the stress away, but you could let him know you saw him. That you felt his devotion.

The weight subtracted. His head cleared.

It was odd for him to have a total stranger in his apartment, but he couldn't have been more eager for this day. Greeting a Doctor Yoon in normal clothing was a little bizarre, but you appreciated her discretion. She realized the sensitivity of the situation and came without her scrubs.

Jimin let her in before shaking her hand, "Thank you for making the arrangements to be here. I'm very glad to meet you, finally."

"Likewise, Mr. Park," she smiled with the bow of her head, "I'm happy to accommodate. Y/N, it's good to see you as well. You're growing nicely, it seems."

You glanced down at your belly, which was noticeably larger than the last time you'd seen her, "Yes, things definitely seem to be moving along."

She maintained a professional and friendly attitude to your and Jimin's pleasure. If she was starstruck by being in a global popstar's home, it didn't show.

You agreed to do the ultrasound in the living room, where there would be enough space for her to set up her equipment, which was encased in a large black bag. As you sat down, waiting for her to get everything set up, you looked around the space. It was cluttered with boxes from your move. Almost everything you owned was in the apartment now. You'd been spending the night consistently as of late, and would be fully transitioned before the trip to LA.

"So," your doctor said, wrapping the blood pressure band around your bicep, "How have we been feeling? Catch me up."

"Honestly, I feel huge already, even though I know I'm not. I just feel...stuffed."

Jimin tried to conceal his chuckle with a cough.

Doctor Yoon nodded as she began to pump the device, "Yes, that's common. You feel full, and it's because you are. Everything in your abdominal cavity is getting compressed. I'm assuming you have lots of heartburn?"

"Like you wouldn't believe." you laughed, the blood pressure cuff tightening around your arm.

"Feeling any movement yet?"

Your brows furrowed, "No...Am I supposed to be?"

"Not necessarily, but by our next appointment, you should have at least felt some flutters," she said, easing any brewing concern, "Now your blood pressure is elevated. Have you had any dizziness?"

You shrugged, "Maybe once or twice I've gotten a head rush when I stand up, but I thought dizziness was normal."

Doctor Yoon removed the velcro cuff from your arm, "It can be, but it's something we need to really watch out for when it's paired with high blood pressure. Not to state the obvious, but I can only imagine this situation has caused you some stress?"

You looked at Jimin, who was sitting next to you and absorbing every word the doctor said, "W-Well, yes. There have been tensions."

She pursed her lips for a moment as she nodded, "I realized this is way harder than it sounds, but try to keep your stress levels low. If your blood pressure remains this high, I would want to be safe and put you on bed rest."

Jimin took your hand, "Is it that dangerous?"

Doctor Yoon remained warm, but she wouldn't sugarcoat it, "A high blood pressure can reduce the amount of blood flow to the placenta. This can have several negative effects on her and the baby. It can lead to an undersupply of oxygen and nutrients going to the baby, premature birth, etcetera. It could also cause preeclampsia or even placental abruption."

You had no idea what some of that meant, but you were too horrified to ask. You simply nodded along, looking like a deer in headlights.

Your doctor patted your shoulder with a pleasant expression, "Don't worry. We're nowhere close to that right now. We just want to monitor it. If you needed to be worried, I would tell you."

You inhaled deeply, putting all of that aside for now, "Okay. But what about that trip to LA? Am I still alright to go?”

“Right,” the doctor took a moment to ponder, “That’s September first, correct?”

You and Jimin both nodded.

“Will you be doing anything strenuous, like working long hours?”

“From what I understand, it won’t be anything out of the ordinary from what my job is here. Just in a different place.” you said.

“Then I think you’ll be fine,” she said, “As long as you take measures to reduce stress and make sure you’re getting enough sleep.”

The man sitting next to you squeezed your hand. He would let himself stew about all of it in private. In this setting, he had to be your rock.

He put on such a confident smile that, for once, he was able to fool you, “It seems like you’re both in good hands. Let’s not worry unless we’re told to, hm?”

Any indication of feat was concealed behind a self-assured expression. It brought you some peace, and you agreed with a nod.

"Great," Doctor Yoon sighed contently, beginning to set up the ultrasound equipment, "Now let's get to the good part, shall we? Do we want to know the sex today?"

You and Jimin looked at each other. Neither of you had really thought of it, but both of you were beginning to smile. He scooted a little closer to you, "I could go either way, so I'll leave it up to you."

You thought about it for a moment, "I guess let's hold off for now. I might like the idea of it being a surprise. We could always schedule another ultrasound if we change our minds, right?"

"Absolutely." she said, logging into a large tablet, which you presumed would display the live image of your child in a few moments.

When the moment came, you were lying on the couch, head propped up by a couple of pillows. Jimin was sitting on the floor beside you, his heart racing with anticipation. You were much more delighted than you were the first time.

Doctor Yoon stood the tablet up on the coffee table and sat on the edge of the couch as she moved the wand about your bare stomach. A familiar black and white picture appeared on the screen, the center of attention was more pronounced this time. You could see the full outline of a human being. He or she was moving a little bit - you just couldn't feel it. The patter of the heartbeat sounded off.

Jimin covered his mouth, unable to find words that would accommodate this rush of emotions. Tears pricked his eyes, "Oh my God..."

It was everything he was hoping he'd feel, plus more. Seeing the initial sonogram on a piece of paper paled in comparison to this. There was a living, tiny baby of his blood growing inside the woman he loved. The outline of the head and facial features made him try to imagine which one of you this child would resemble most.

"There you are, little one," the doctor smiled, "Let's have a look."

You were beaming as much as the first time, your eyes watering again, "Look at the mouth, Jimin. Maybe those are your lips."

"He or she does have a bit of a pout going on." the doctor grinned.

Your boyfriend blinked and the tears streamed down his cheeks, laughing and gleeful, "I can't believe it. A-And everything looks okay?"

"I will take some measurements now," she said, "But everything appears to be perfectly normal at first glance."

You and Jimin hardly paid attention as the medical professional went about her work. You just kept looking at the screen and then back at each other. Then, you were caught off-guard by a deep kiss.

"I love you," he put his hands on both sides of your face, "I love you so much. Your body has been creating the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. You’re incredible, baby.”

You giggled at how endearing he was. His feelings were so strong that he appeared not to care that there was a practical stranger there to witness it.

"I love you too."

Doctor Yoon pressed a couple times on her tablet screen, freezing the image so she could account for the right protocols. As she went about her checks, she grinned.

“Measurements are all aligning with what we would expect at this stage. Great job, Y/N.”

You smiled and laughed a bit bashfully, “I’m not really even doing anything.”

“But you are,” she assured you, eyes bright and genuine, “Your partner just said it - your body is creating a beautiful new person. I just always like to give moms credit for taking on all the pain and discomfort. You’re doing an amazing thing. It may be a natural process, but it’s extremely hard at times.”

It was an unexpected boost for you, “Wow, thank you.”

Doctor Yoon emphasized with you, “I’m a mom too. I wish someone would have said something like that to me when I was in the thick of it.”

Jimin was thrilled to know you were in the care of someone so knowledgeable yet kind.

When the appointment was over, the two of you got back to the business of unboxing. He couldn’t stop talking about the experience of seeing your child for the first time in person, giddy as he unpacked some throw pillows and tossed them onto the couch.

“What do you think it is? Boy or girl?”

You laughed, examining one of your vases to ensure it hadn’t been broken in its transport, “I have no idea honestly. I don’t have that gut feeling.”

“I do,” he smirked, “I think it’s a girl.”

You set the vase down on a table behind you, “Then I suppose I have to go with boy. Just to make sure one of us ends up being right.”

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pjmmania · 6 months ago

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Fanfic Update :)

Hi all!

I haven’t posted an update to either of my fanfics in a while. Lots of life has happened in the past month or so - all good things!

Just wanted to pop by really quick to let you guys know that I am slowly chipping away at a new chapter to If Snow Decides To Fall. I’ve simply been unable to write as quickly as I could before. But it’s comin :)

Hope you all had a great holiday season.

More coming soon! Be well!

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pjmmania · 6 months ago

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Spirits Bright - PJM Oneshot

A Park Family Christmas

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Genre: JiminxReader, IdolAU, Fluff, Christmas

Author’s Note: I thought I'd make a one-shot for the holiday season. No warnings, just good old-fashioned family stuff with you and Jimin. Enjoy the read and Merry Christmas!

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Your four-year-old snuggled up to you, her fleece red and green pajamas adding to her warmth.

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer was playing on the mounted television, right above a fireplace that wasn't aglow. As your daughter told you earlier that evening with a concerned look on her sweet little face, you couldn't light a fire tonight. Otherwise, Santa wouldn't be able to come down the chimney.

Little Mina was drowsy, her body becoming gradually more limp against you. Though she was watching the movie, her tell of falling asleep was showing. She had a self-soothing habit left over from infancy of taking her ear lobe and rubbing it between her fingers, pulling on it gently. You and your husband thought it was still as adorable as it was when she was six months old.

Any other night, you would have taken her up to bed at this point, but you promised her that she’d be able to see her father first. And you knew he’d want to be the one to tuck her in on this Christmas Eve, especially after not being home for a couple weeks. Jimin had been in Paris, doing some promotional engagements. A long stint like this was never easy for your little family, but at least it ensured that he’d be able to spend ample time at home for the holiday and the weeks after.

Lovingly, you rubbed her back, keeping your other hand on your belly. As she focused on the animated characters on the screen, your gaze fell on the three stockings hanging off the mantle. One red, one green, and one white - all embroidered with your names. You considered the spacing between them, and how you would need to adjust their placement next year. Come next Christmas, there would be a fourth stocking. A new little Park was six months along in your womb.

“Mommy?”

Her voice was so tiny and exhausted.

“Yes, baby?”

Mina didn’t turn her head away from the screen, “Will Daddy be home soon?”

She wasn’t looking at you, so you permitted a gushing pout to form on your face. Their bond was so strong that she was fighting sleep for him, and you knew that he was in his car right now, rushing to get home to you both. You could only pray that he obeyed traffic laws on the way to your apartment.

“He’ll be here any minute, don’t you worry,” you told her without a hint of doubt in your tone, “You have to be ready. He’s going to give you the biggest hug in the world.”

“He has to go to bed too, and you Mommy,” she said, “Or Santa won’t come, right?”

You laughed a bit, “That’s right. We all have to be asleep if we want Santa to come and leave presents under the tree. So we will finish the movie with Daddy and then we will all go to bed, okay?”

The sound of Jimin’s key entering the latch in the door couldn’t have come at a better time. When you gasped with excitement, your daughter sat up from your lap. Every paternally-inherited feature on her face was alert and joyful, as if she hadn’t just been falling into slumber.

The two of you had your eyes trained on the door to the right. You were craning your neck backward and caught a glimpse of him as he came through, black suitcase in his hand.

Mina was looking at you with a beam, her lips parted for an instant until she heard her father’s call.

“Where are my beautiful girls?”

She leapt off the couch and took off towards the door, “Daddy!”

As a mother, even though you were happy to see her so overjoyed, one of your chief concerns was making sure she didn’t slip and fall in her socks on the wooden floor, “Careful!”

The little girl barely heard you, far too eager to be in Jimin’s arms.

Then he saw her round the corner into the entry hallway, in her cute Christmas pajamas. A plump, smiling face that looked exactly like his was fast approaching, swelling his heart. Though he was exhausted from a day of travel and a couple weeks of work, Jimin’s expression became one of pure elation.

Mina squealed again once she saw him, “Daddy!”

The sound of her high-pitched voice moved him more than any music could. His precious baby girl, somehow appearing bigger than she was when he departed mere weeks ago.

He set his suitcase down before crouching to meet her, arms opening wide, “Hi, little miss!”

Your heart warmed as you heard him use his go-to nickname for her. You paused the movie and got up to greet your husband. You found the two of them in a snuggle, right in the middle of the hallway. His arms totally enveloped her, bringing her to his chest. He looked as if he'd never dream of letting her go, placing kiss after kiss in her black hair.

You chose to say nothing and let them stay in this moment.

"I missed you Daddy." your daughter said, her voice muffled in his black sweatshirt.

Jimin’s voice was nearly at a whisper, her words and the way she said them nearly breaking him, "I missed you more, princess.”

When he opened his eyes, Jimin saw you standing a short distance away. Grinning, he took hold of the four-year-old's waist and lifted her up as he stood. Mina's arms looped around his neck as she let her chin rest on his shoulder, enjoying her father's familiar scent.

Your husband gave you a sweet, long kiss, "Hi, you. And hi, baby.”

He placed a free hand on your bump. You smiled against his lips, "Welcome home. Have you eaten?"

The look he gave you was one of gratitude. You were the most nurturing wife and mother he could have ever hoped for.

"I ate on the plane, but thank you." he said.

"I don't like it when you go on planes," Mina interjected with a random comment, "But I like it when they bring you home."

You put your hand on her back and gave it a few rubs. Jimin turned his head to kiss her cheek, "Do you want to know what I saw when I was all the way up in the sky, Mina?"

The curious child lifted her head, "What?"

"I looked out the window and I saw Santa's sleigh."

You feigned a surprised response for her sake, while her reaction was completely real and excited.

"Really Daddy?!" she giggled.

Jimin tapped her nose once with his index finger, "Really. He's on his way with all the reindeer. Did you and Mommy leave him some milk and cookies?"

She nodded eagerly.

"We sure did," you added, "And we even put out some carrots for the reindeer, didn't we?"

"Yeah!”

Your husband chuckled and the three of you started towards the living room, “Well that’s very thoughtful of you. I bet all that flying is making them tired. Have you been a good girl while I’ve been gone?”

He glanced at you when he asked that question, directing it more at you than her.

“I’ve been very good.” the child vouched for herself.

You’d reached the couch in the living room. With a smile, you decided to affirm, “I’d say you have. No mean words, no complaining before bed time. And you helped me wipe the counters we folded some towels together.”

“And cook!”

Your husband grinned, glad to learn of her good behavior, “That’s my girl.”

You laughed. There was a story of Mina accidentally spilling a sack of flour all over the place that you’d have to share with him later. It was a harmless accident, one you remembered fondly along with the image of her face coated in a white dusting.

Jimin set her down on the couch and kicked off his shoes, more than ready to relax and spend what was left of Christmas Eve with his family. The living room looked beautiful, all lit up from the twinkle of the tree and the trimmings of red and gold.

When he finally sat down, your daughter climbed right into his lap and cuddled close, seemingly ready to resume the movie, as you told her you would. You scooted closer to them and pulled a warm chenille blanket over all three of you.

Soon, Mina began to play with her ear lobe again, sinking back into her sleepiness. The jubilation and excitement from reuniting with her father was dying down. She experienced what she had stayed awake for, and now her body was depleted of energy. By the time the movie ended, she was almost completely under.

He was looking down at her, lightly pushing some hair out of her face, “You getting sleepy, little miss?”

She shook her head ever so slightly, eyes closed. You knew your daughter’s heart - all she wanted was to stay with him. But she wasn’t even playing with her ear now, indicating that she was about to pass out at any moment.

There was no need to try to coax her to go to bed. You could have taken her then and there, but you wanted to give them both some more time snuggling. All of Mina’s complaints over the last two weeks were echoing in your mind, asking you where her Daddy was and when he’d be home. Now he was here with her, and you couldn’t look forward to separating them.

A few minutes later, she was out.

You smiled at her for a second, before getting up from the couch to straighten up a little bit.

“Baby, take her,” Jimin whispered, “Whatever it is, I got it.”

From behind the couch, you bent forward and kissed his forehead as he tilted it back, “No, enjoy a couple more minutes with her. I’m just tidying up.”

After folding some blankets and wiping down the counters in the kitchen, you turned off all lights that weren’t in the living room. When you returned to the pair in the couch, Jimin hadn’t moved an inch.

With a content sigh, you sat back down with them, but wouldn’t sit all the way back and relax. It was time to get your little girl to her room.

Your husband saw the look you were giving him and chuckled, although careful to keep his voice down, “I know she needs to be put in bed but I don’t want to let her go yet. I just got back.”

You smirked and whispered in reply, “We can tuck her in together.”

“Do we have to?”

You widened your eyes a little so he paid close attention, “Yes, because Santa has to come and put all the presents under the tree.”

He sighed, “I wish Santa could come later though. I missed holding her.”

“I know,” you said, “But you can hold her tomorrow. Plus your wife has been waiting patiently for her turn.”

He chuckled warmly, “Well I couldn’t possibly disappoint my Mrs., so let’s go.”

As he rose from the couch, he used his core strength to ensure Mina didn’t jostle. He held in one arm, keeping one hand free for you. Fingers intertwined with yours, you both headed into her bedroom. Her big girl bed was waiting for her, with flannel sheets in her favorite color, purple.

Jimin took the utmost care when laying her down. His technique had been perfected when she was a tiny thing, in those days where she had to be put in her crib with such stealth - otherwise she’d wake up and resume crying.

Once she was comfortably on the bed, she turned on her side naturally. You pulled up her covers, tucking them around her without pulling your eyes from her angelic face.

Then you leaned further down to kiss her cheek, “Goodnight, sweet girl. I love you.”

Your husband did the same, “Sleep tight, little miss. Daddy loves you too.”

Mindful of the softness of your steps, the two of you exited the darkened room and closed her door quietly.

Now, to play the important role of Santa Claus.

You kept your voice quiet, “Presents are in our closet, behind your suit rack.”

Jimin held in a laugh. He’d grown to love doing this over the past couple years, where the girl had come to understand the concept of Santa and look forward to it. Her enthusiasm had renewed his own love for Christmas, as there was no greater joy than seeing the look on her face in the morning.

It was fun for both of you to sneak around with the gifts, tiptoeing from your bedroom to the living room. Together, you knelt at the base of the glowing tree and placed the wrapped boxes and bags underneath. As a parent, you cared about the positioning of the gifts, wanting the scene the following morning to be nothing short of magical for your child.

As you moved things around, Jimin went over to the fireplace to stuff some smaller things in Mina’s stocking.

The whole process only took a few minutes. When the stage was all set for a delightful holiday morning, Jimin helped you stand up.

“One more thing we have to do,” he grinned, “Hungry?”

You raised your brows with a sly smile, “I do have a sweet tooth these days.”

The two of you were soon munching on the cookies and carrots on the couch. You rested your head on his shoulder, finally feeling relaxed.

“Thank you.” he muttered as he exhaled, putting his arm around you.

With a mouth full of cookie, you furrowed your brows, “For what?”

Jimin’s plump lips pressed into your temple, “For all you do as a wife and mother, making sure our family has a good Christmas in spite of my work schedule. You’ve basically been putting on the holiday all by yourself until now. Can’t be easy with our four-year-old ball of energy and another in your belly. I don’t know how you do it.”

You smiled softly, “I’ve been fine, I promise. She really was well-behaved. If anything, this one has given me more trouble, making me pee nonstop, always wiggling around.”

As if on cue, the baby kicked your side. You put your hand on your belly, “Like right now.”

Jimin’s palm dashed to the same spot of your abdomen, eager to feel the movements. What felt like a jab to you translated as a tap against his hand, spreading his smile wider.

“Hello, little man,” he chuckled, “Daddy missed you. Have you been making trouble for your Mommy? Hm?”

“He’s been dancing, I think,” you remarked as you bit into a carrot, “Way more active than Mina ever was, which is funny considering how rambunctious she is now.”

“Then maybe he will mellow out once he joins us out here. Be the opposite of her.” you husband pushed a tuft of dark hair out of his face.

You laughed lightly, “Not a chance. His big sister is going to teach him her ways. We will have our work cut out for us.”

“She’s been getting more excited to meet him,” he concurred, “I think it was hard for her to understand at first, but now that you’re showing and she can feel him move, it’s more real to her.”

You hummed in agreement, “She told me last week that she wants to name him Frosty.”

Jimin threw his head back in laughter, covering his mouth so he wouldn’t spit out the contents. You put your finger to your lips and shushed him, reminding him that there was a sleeping child.

“Sorry, sorry,” he whispered, “That’s just so adorable. She’s really gotten into the Christmas spirit, huh?”

You nodded, “Big time, and I love it. She’s entering those peak years where it’s all so wondrous.”

His smiled faded ever so slightly, “I know. I will make sure I don’t miss as much holiday time in the years ahead. I want to be there for the cookie baking, hot chocolate, movies, everything. Not to mention, we will have two next year.”

He rubbed your belly, both of you imagining your lives at this time the following year. Mina would be five, and this baby boy would be a few months shy of a year old.

The expression on his face became more serious as his deep brown eyes found yours, “There’s no way I’m leaving you for that long to manage both of them. I’m so-”

“Don’t,” you put your hand on his cheek, your face kind and soft, “Don’t say you’re sorry, Jimin. You were gone for just two weeks. That’s the longest you’ve been away in a while, and you didn’t miss the actual holiday.”

“I know,” he said, smiling somewhat sadly, “And I remember us talking about this stuff before we started trying for Mina. We knew things like this would happen.”

“Exactly,” you grinned softly before giving him a kiss on his cheek, “We are making the very most of our circumstances. Your career offers our family so many blessings that other families don’t have, but it does come with some downsides. This is a downside and we’re handling it the best we can. At the end of it all, I still say we are extremely fortunate.”

“We are,” he sighed, “I don’t mean to sound ungrateful. It just gets harder and harder to leave you both, especially in your condition.”

It was tough to see him full of regret. You wanted him to feel like the amazing husband and father that he was.

“Then we can try to adjust your schedule going forward. But this is Christmas, Jimin. It’s about family, and we are together now. That’s all we need to think about.”

He was silent for a moment, but your words seemed to subdue any negative feelings entrenched within him. He kissed you more deeply than he could have in front of Mina.

“How did I manage to find myself the perfect bride?”

You giggled lightly, “Luck of the draw, I suppose. I love you.”

“I love you more, baby.”

You cuddled on the couch for a while longer, before the weight of the day came crashing down on both of you. He was exhausted from traveling, and you were wiped from another hectic day of motherhood.

Jimin made sure that the empty cookie plate and glass were set back by the fireplace. You switched off the tree lights and the lamps in the living room, and then you headed into your bedroom together.

You were using a pregnancy pillow for hip and back support, and to keep you from turning in your sleep. Jimin spooned you, the scent of your hair products acting as a soothing tonic for him. Slowly and absentmindedly, he rubbed circles on your bump.

“And to all a good night.” he mumbled.

Nearly asleep, you chuckled, “Goodnight, Jiminie.”

You awoke to your alarm at six. You knew Mina would wake up earlier than normal due to her excitement, so you wanted to be ready.

To your surprise, your husband was already out of bed. Typically after getting home from a longer trip, he slept in up to the point where you’d have your daughter come and wake him up, sitting on his torso and laughing at his light snoring.

After brushing your teeth, you padded out of your room and into the hallway, where you could pick up on the faint sound of the coffee maker brewing. Walking to the kitchen, you passed through the living room, where the tree was already lit up and a fire was cracking in the fireplace.

You paused to take in the perfectly merry scene. It looked like the quintessential Christmas morning.

You heard his hoarse morning voice behind you, “Merry Christmas, baby.”

When you turned around, you doing your husband holding two mugs of coffee. You trusted that he’d made yours decaf.

Jimin came up to you and gave you a quick kiss, handing you one of the mugs, “For you.”

“Merry Christmas,” you pecked his lips again, “And thank you.”

The two of you sat on the couch together to catch a moment of peace before the festivities began. Just as the night before, you laid your head on his shoulder.

“How did you sleep?” he asked you, “I remember before I left that it was getting tricky.”

You hummed, “Pretty good, actually. I think your son was sleeping. Not many kicks. I did have a little bit of heartburn, but miraculously I didn’t get up to pee.”

Jimin couldn’t help but chuckle, not because it was funny, but because he was totally in awe of you. He set his mug down on the side table next to the couch before leaning to press his lips on your belly.

“What a nice present you gave Mommy, little man. A night of decent sleep.”

You giggled, placing your hand in his black hair, “It’s a Christmas Miracle. And speaking of presents…”

You took another sip of your decade before hoisting yourself off the cushion, putting your mug on the coffee table. You took a few steps over to the tree and retrieved the gift you got for your husband. It was a small box, wrapped in a classic green paper with a red and white bow.

You hadn’t noticed, but your man already had your gift next to him. It must have been there before you ever sat down. You returned to his hide and handed it to him, “You first.”

Jimin sat up a little more, keeping the box in his lap as he pulled off the bow and tore away the paper. By the brand name on the box, he instantly knew what item it was, but could have never anticipated the detailing of the gift within.

He was beaming as he took the platinum watch, with a deep blue dial. Right away, he caught something unique about it. There were four different gemstones along the bezel, giving it a pop of color.

“Our family’s birthstones,” you explained, “Here’s mine, there’s the opal for you, the peridot for Mina, and the aquamarine for our boy. I just thought when you travel, you might like to wear something that keeps us all together.”

Unexpectedly, he became choked up, rubbing his fingers on his bottom lip. He loved the thought behind it, of taking his family with him wherever he went.

He cast his arm around you and pressed a long kiss on your temple, trying not to cry, “Thank you, baby. This means the world to me.”

You scooted closer to him, linking your arms together, “You mean the world to us, no matter where you are. We are always united as a family.”

Jimin chuckled, lightening his own mood, “Just wait until I show the guys. They will be dropping hints to their wives to get them the same thing.”

You giggled too.

Then he placed it back in the box with care before setting it on the coffee table. He reached to the side table to grab the gift he’d gotten for you. It was a flat, rectangular shape, wrapped in red and white.

When he handed it to you, it became apparent that this was a folder of some kind. You unwrapped it gently, not wanting to tear whatever was hiding beneath.

It was a yellow business envelope with gold prongs sealing it at the top. You pinched the prongs together, freeing the flap to be lifted. Your face expressed your confusion thoroughly, but your husband knew you were going to love this.

You pulled out a packet of papers that were stapled together. Honestly, it looked like a headache to have to read, but that wasn’t the part you needed to focus on.

Then you read the top line, which told you what kind of document this was.

“A land title?” you asked.

Jimin nodded, pursing his lips together in anticipation for you to finally know, “Yes, a land title.”

You laughed, though you were terribly perplexed, “Why do we need a plot of land?”

“Because I’m going to build you a house.”

Your hands and the papers dropped into your lap as you looked at him with astonishment. Speechless, your mouth was slightly agape. It was as if you short-circuited.

You looked back and forth between him and the title papers a couple times, unable to get a word out. Jimin was quite satisfied with your reaction.

“W-What?” you finally got out, a smile growing on your face.

He chuckled at how cute you looked, “I know we’ve enjoyed our time here in this apartment, but it’s time we had a place that’s truly our own. I want you to have the home of your dreams, where our kids can have a yard to play in and multiple floors to run around and wreak havoc.”

Then he put his hand on your bump, “Plus, the Parks are growing in number. And I know he isn’t our last one. Best to have enough space for them all, right?”

You were grinning ear to ear as you practically pounced on him. The title papers fell off the couch as you kissed his face repeatedly, “This is amazing, Jiminie! Thank you so much!”

His laughter rang out, “You’re welcome.”

When you pulled away, he could see the tears of joy brimming in your eyes.

“I-I can’t believe it,” you beamed, “Our very own home!”

“You deserve it, baby. You and our children. Plus, I thought with more space, I’d be able to put in a home studio or something. Do more work at home. I think it’s exactly what we need.”

The two of you ended up snuggling on the couch for a while, daydreaming out loud about all the possibilities. You laid on your back and your husband on his side, propping his head up with his elbow. He was perfectly content just listening to you think of ideas for your new home. Throughout, he kept his hand on your belly so he could feel his son’s hiccups, focusing on your smile as you talked about how you’d design the master bedroom.

Life was pure in this moment, only to be improved by the sound of Mina’s door opening.

You had told her not to come out until you came to get her, but it appeared your effort was futile. She was just enthused, and you weren’t about to make a fuss over it. You quickly sat up, as did Jimin.

“Let me bring her in,” he grinned, “You stay.”

You nodded, watching him get up to go meet your little girl in the hallway, before she marched herself into the living room. You got out your phone to record the two of them when they came back in.

Mina was slowly making her way towards the living room, as if she was trying to do it without getting caught. She knew that she was technically disobeying her mother’s instructions. When Jimin saw her, she froze.

He laughed, “Are you sneaking out of your room, little miss?”

She nodded.

He went to swoop her up in an instant, erasing any fear of retribution from her mind. She belted out a sweet giggle, receiving two kisses on her cheek.

“I snuck out early this morning too,” he smiled, “And I think you will love what you find in the living room.”

Her eyes were wide and thrilled, “Did Santa come, Daddy?”

“Why don’t we go find out together, hm?”

He set her down and held her tiny hand, leading her into the living room. You got it all on video, but watched her reaction directly, rather than through your phone screen.

Her short legs sprung up and down a few times, her face bright with unbridled joy. Jimin was looking down at her, treasuring every bit of it.

She pointed to the gathering of presents under the tree, “Mommy look! Santa came!”

You matched her level of excitement, “I see, baby! Did he eat the cookies?”

She bounded away from her father to verify what you’d said. She bent down in her pajamas to inspect the plate before jumping back up, “He did eat the cookies!”

You and your husband laughed as she ran into your arms, too giddy to contain herself. You hugged her tightly, “Merry Christmas, my love.”

As you held her, Jimin went and took a seat next to the tree. Wanting his wife to remain comfy on the couch, he assumed the role of gift-passer, ready to begin a beautiful family experience. Embracing your daughter, you opened your eyes to find him looking at you. His smile was gentle and subconscious, containing all the adoration in the world. You mirrored this same expression, knowing that your future was as bright as your spirits that morning.

Then he clapped his hands once, calling Mina over, "Alright, little miss. Let's see what Santa brought."

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