Archive of Our Own

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It didn’t happen the first time. Nor the second.

It took some months of Jungkook strictly skipping his birth control pills, flushing them down the toilet so he wouldn’t raise any suspicion. It took some months of him clinging to Jimin more often, his feelings on his sleeve, his pheromones spiralling out of control. It took some months of greedily fucking every other night, whining against the pillows, against Jimin’s mouth and shoulders, bruises littering their necks—everywhere on their bodies.

And finally he was bent over the toilet in their dorm, after a few days of feeling sick in the stomach and having annoying migraines, holding a positive pregnancy test in his hand.

“Kookie? Are you okay?” Jin knocked softly on the door.

When Jungkook told him he hadn’t been feeling well, Jin promptly prepared him some tea with honey and medicine, but Jungkook hadn’t had the guts to tell him what was really going on. Because he knew what it was from the moment the sickness started, of course he knew. It was what he’d been expecting so anxiously, he should be happy, right? He was happy, the warm tears running down his face should give it away, but suddenly he was so scared. He got his baby, now what?

“Jungkook-ah?” Jin knocked again, his soft voice barely masking his concern. His strong nurturing pheromones seeped through the door and filled the bathroom, mixing with Jungkook’s distressed and sick scent. It only made the tears run down Jungkook’s face harder. “I’m coming in, okay?”

There was no time for Jungkook to get up or hide the test, still hanging from his fingers like a cigarette. He wasn’t exactly in his right mind, the world slowed down almost to a stop. Jin pushed the door just enough to let his slim body in and closed it again, eyes fixed on the test, mouth agape.

“Jungkook… what is going on?” Jin kneeled down next to him, carefully wiping the tears from his flushed cheeks, the other hand slowly reaching for the test, as if any sudden movements would scare Jungkook and he’d run away. “Is this yours? Where did you get it?”

His calm tone was soothing and terrifying at the same time. Who would know what was really going on inside his pretty head, behind his attentive eyes? Was he judging Jungkook? Thinking bad things about him? Fearing for their future?

“I-it’s mine, I bought it a while ago…” Jungkook choked on his words, his sobs now coming in full force. It was a lot of mixed emotions, he knew his scent must have been insufferable from how close Jin was. “…because I wanted to have a baby… with Jimin hyung.”

“It’s okay, calm down.” In his head, among the millions of things running through it as he had a mild panic attack, Jungkook had imagined Jin would take that in a very different way. He imagined Jin would laugh and wait for him to say it was all a joke. Maybe that’s what he wanted, deep inside, now out of the haze of the persistent baby fever. But Jin was serious and mature, ready to hear all he had to say. “So it’s Jimin’s baby, of course it is. But this means you haven’t been taking your meds correctly.”

Jungkook nodded, motioning to get up, but Jin’s large hand on his shoulder pushed him down again.

“No, stay here. At least while we talk. Which meds have you skipped? All of them?”

“N-no, it was just the birth control. I took the suppressants correctly, w-we can’t afford to get heats with our b-busy schedule.” Jungkook’s breathing was slowly becoming stable.

“Well thought.” Jin answered with a pat to Jungkook’s shoulder. It was supposed to make him feel better, but it sunk in his heart like he was becoming a burden. “And this is the first test you’re taking?” Jungkook nodded. “Does Jimin know about this? The test and the pills?”

Jimin. Jimin was the love of Jungkook’s life, his everything, his refuge, the first person he wanted to see at that moment, bury his face in his neck and share the joy of their pup, wash away all the angst in his heart; but also the very last, knowing he should’ve told him much sooner. Although he did tell him about his wishes of having a baby, and Jimin had told him they couldn’t right now. That was the problem.

“He doesn’t… he doesn’t know about any of this.”

Jin took a deep breath that seemed to take the air right from Jungkook’s lungs. He knew Jin was upset. He understood. The older helped him stand and led him to the sink, rubbing Jungkook’s neck while he washed his face.

“These tests are not always right, okay? You should take another one tomorrow or so, and if they match, then go talk to Jimin. But you can’t hide this from him any longer, you hear me? He needs to know more than anyone, and you have to decide what to do, then talk to the company.” Jungkook nodded weakly, trying so hard not to cry his head hurt again. Jin continued, looking straight in Jungkook’s eyes, “I’m not going to yell at you, point fingers and call you out on whatever wrong you did. I’m sorry to tell you a lot of people are going to do that in the next few weeks, but right now you’re scared and confused, so I’ll keep it to myself. I want you to know that I’ll be here for you through everything, whatever is your decision, because you’re real family to me. But I really wish you had thought about this a little bit better.”

The older opened the door and left down the corridor, without another word. Jungkook looked down to his belly, expecting some kind of answer from it, and then up to his swollen, red face in the mirror. The dorm was quiet, only him and Jin in, but he definitely should apply some makeup and pretend everything was fine. He imagined himself smiling, let out a manufactured giggle to build the mood. The smile came easily, though, as if it had been waiting for the pain on the surface to wash away, because somewhere inside—inside—himself he was truly, insanely happy, and Jungkook stepped out of the bathroom, test tucked inside his hoodie pocket.

Of course the second test turned out positive as well.

He took it the next day, having only slightly avoided Jin’s worried looks—but certainly not missed the way he put two or three additional spoonfuls of rice in his bowl, quietly taking care of him—and Jimin’s kisses before bed. He thanked their habit of still sleeping in separate rooms most days, to keep it easy to separate their private life, their prohibited relationship, from the work, and went to sleep in the darkness and emptiness of his own bed, which he had always disliked. Although he wasn’t completely alone, the small thing in his belly still fighting to survive, or to live at all, but it was there. It strangely comforted Jungkook’s heart enough for him to fall asleep.

But the more he tried to push it aside, the more difficult it became to do so. His life became a minefield before he could do anything about it, every little aspect of his life triggering new ways to make his mind drift back to his now occupied womb. His dance practices and his workout sessions had him thinking if it was healthy for him to demand so much from his body. He started skipping his sit-ups, just in case. He caught himself watching his diet and his sleeping habits. Every pair of eyes he met held him in different states of anxiety—his managers, the staff and the members, the ones who should know; Jin, the one who knew; Jimin, the one who had to know. Desperately so.

Jungkook managed to keep it to himself for a week. Not because he felt the urge to speak the truth, couldn’t hold the secret any longer—the amount of secrets, his and other people’s, he kept from the hungry eyes of the media could make a book the size of the Bible. The real torture was avoiding Jimin’s touch, his kisses and hugs, his scenting, his sex. The first moments in his arms felt like heaven, having the crushing weight of his worries and thoughts lifted off his shoulders easily, kissing Jimin’s mouth like they had all the time in the world, tongues sliding together in a somewhat chaste way, scents mixing in a way that left Jungkook lightheaded and content, heart fluttering from the love, Jimin’s fingertips tracing paths that tingled deliciously down his arms and back, up his neck and cheeks, hands pulling him close until their bodies felt like one.

But they were three now. And that’s where it stopped being nice, Jimin’s arms felt too hot, too tight, his scent triggered tears and Jungkook had to focus everything he had into not letting them fall, not giving everything away. He always managed to find excuses, or the boys provided some without even knowing, and they were forced to pull apart.

The last straw came when they were kissing, huddled in Jungkook’s bed because Jimin had insisted a lot and coaxed him by softly nuzzling his neck, and the heat from being under Jimin’s body had become too much, then he remembered. Pulling away from Jimin’s mouth as far as the plump pillow under his head would allow him, he buried his face in his hand and tried his best to keep his breath stable, which only made him more anxious. He knew he shouldn’t have made such a sudden move, should have endured the thoughts and the guilt and the expectations, but his inner omega was growing impatient and weary.

“Kook, are you okay? Are you feeling something?” Jimin asked as Jungkook struggled to fight his heart and his mind, betraying him already. He was certainly feeling a lot of things. “Kook-ah, please talk to me. Are you hurting anywhere?”

Jungkook shook his head, knowing his face was horribly twisted as if he was in pain, trying with everything he had not to cry, but he could already feel a tear forming in the corner of his eye. As Jimin sat back, he took a deep breath and held tight onto the hem of his hoodie to keep his hands from shaking. He had to tell Jimin now.

“I’m… I’m…” Jungkook tried to say, Jimin still looking at him with huge, confused, worried sick eyes. Letting the words slide down his tongue should have felt amazing, but for some reason it didn’t. “I’m pregnant.”

“You’re not.” Jimin replied on the spot, without even blinking. Like a spasm, an involuntary reaction.

“I… I am, hyung.” Jungkook said again, gaze fixed down, unable to look Jimin in the eye. The words seemed to sink in, Jimin’s expression turning from confusion to one of annoyance. His brow furrowed and his eyes narrowed.

“And how did this happen?”

Jungkook tried to swallow, but his mouth had run absolutely dry. “I stopped t-taking the birth control pills.”

Jimin’s scent became bitter so fast Jungkook could taste it on his tongue. Despite knowing Jimin would never hurt him, being near an angry alpha was never a pleasant experience.

“Why the fuck did you do that? Is this still about that stupid thing at the Gayo?” As Jimin didn’t often swear, it could only mean he was losing his shit.

“It… it wasn’t stupid to me, okay? Something happened to my omega, it became… obsessed with having a pup.” Jungkook’s voice trembled, his face red.

“You’re twenty-four, Jungkook, can’t you control your f- your wolf? ” Jimin was kneeling on the bed, hands running through his hair, while Jungkook watched him sat tight against the headboard, hugging his knees close to his chest. He wanted to be alone, nest and cry himself to sleep, but his nests always consisted of Jimin’s things and now his entire room reeked of his bitter scent. Jimin inhaled deeply. “You know what? Fuck how it happened, it doesn’t matter anymore.” Jungkook’s stomach twisted, now came the part he didn’t want to think about. “What the fuck do we do now? Or were your wolf’s plans not that extensive?”

“I… we… can still have the baby, we can hide the pregnancy.” Jungkook let go of his knees and his shoulders dropped, tears still quietly rolling down his face.

Jimin’s ears were red and his hands ran through his hair every ten seconds. He looked on the verge of exploding.

“We’re starting a tour in a few days, Jungkook. Sold out stadium shows up to September, for fuck’s sake. What do you want to do, cancel everything? Do you think the fans will be happy? And the company?”

“I was… actually thinking about adapting the concept…” Jungkook thought of explaining it, but Jimin’s hands dropped from his hair as he came closer, his face still red. Jungkook bent his legs in front of his body again. “I-it can work, the fans will like it-”

“I hate you so much right now, do you seriously think anything’s going to work?” Jimin said in a smile, cupping Jungkook’s cheeks, but that and his words didn’t match and Jungkook’s eyes filled with tears again on the spot, his messed up instincts and the force of his pheromones leaving him sensitive and nervous, making him really cry. Jimin realized it a bit too late, Jungkook’s breath already unstable from the uncontrollable sobbing, but his approach changed. “No, no, please stop crying. I didn’t mean it. I don’t hate you, I could never. I love you, I love you more than anything, please stop crying.”

“You have no idea how hard it’s been.” Jungkook let out between hiccups, Jimin running a soothing hand up and down his back, trying to pull him close, but Jungkook wouldn’t move.

“I do, baby, I’m feeling all the pressure right now. And that’s why you should’ve thought this better through, maybe discussed it with me.”

“You had already said no, on the night of the Gayo.” Jungkook pulled back from Jimin’s embrace, drying his own cheeks. Jimin lifted a hand to help, Jungkook slightly flinched back. A stab to Jimin’s chest would’ve hurt less.

“I said no because I wanted to protect you from all this pain you’re... we’re going through right now. And the company, Jungkookie, what do you think they’ll do to us? The boys will be easier to handle, we’re family, but the company?”

Jungkook started sobbing again, one of his hands laying instinctively, unconsciously over his belly. Jimin felt like his throat was caught in a tight knot, his chest clutched in so much pain he could explode from it.

“Maybe I should end this. There’s still time, I can do it outside of the country and no one will ever know.”

“No, please don’t do that.” Jimin was shaking now, fighting with all his strength to keep the tears from falling down. “I could never live on knowing I led you to do something like that.”

“You’re not leading me to anything, I’m coming to this conclusion by myself. I think it’s the best option.” Jungkook stated in a dull tone, teary eyes drained of any sign of light.

“You think that because I haven’t supported you. You opened up to me and all I’ve done was yell at you. I’m your mate, I should-“

“You’re not my mate.” Jungkook cut in, his naturally honey-colored skin now pale and lifeless. Multiple stabs to Jimin’s chest would’ve hurt less. “You’re not even my mate, why did I think this could work? I’m so fucking stupid... fuck... ”

“I’ll mate you. Right now, if you’ll still have me.” Jimin blurted out, heart racing from the series of poorly taken decisions only now sinking in.

“The company, hyung. We can’t, remember?” Jungkook’s sulking voice hurt Jimin to a point he couldn’t take anymore. He cupped Jungkook’s cheeks and made him look into his eyes, trying to express all of his feelings through his gaze.

“Fuck the company. All this... idol life, it’s bound to end someday. Maybe in five years, maybe in ten, maybe tomorrow. But if we mate, our bond... it’ll stay forever. I love you so much and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you, so really, why wait?” He was at last crying freely, his forehead pressed to Jungkook’s, their hushed breaths mixing together.

“I love you too... and I thought that was enough to get us through this.” Jungkook murmured, throwing his arms sloppily around Jimin’s shoulders.

“It is enough, it’ll have to be.” Jimin answered, daring to close the distance between their mouths and give Jungkook a chaste, soothing kiss. “And we’re not completely alone in this, the boys will help us. They’d help us through anything.”

Jungkook kissed him again, deeper, more sure. “I’m so sorry I took this decision on my own, behind your back. I wasn’t thinking ahead. I got caught up in my daydream and forgot about the real life, the real struggles.” He looked down at his belly. Perceptibly, there was nothing in there, but he knew there was a small sparkle of life growing. “But even though this was a mistake, I still want to keep it. Because it’s yours, your pup inside of me.”

Jimin brought a hand to Jungkook’s belly, the muscles of his abs as defined as ever, but his strong scent of cranberries and peaches was different, abit more milky, like a vitamin. He smiled, trying his best to reassure Jungkook, who still had a few tears in his eyes.

“I want you to keep it too. It’s a part of both of us, the product of our love. And I wouldn’t say it was a mistake... miscommunication maybe.” Jungkook let out a watery giggle, punching Jimin on the arm.

“Thank you.” Jungkook whispered to Jimin’s jaw, hugging him again. “Thank you for understanding and supporting me. For giving me the pup. For loving me.”

“Nothing to thank me for, Kookie.” Jimin held him close, the closest he possibly could, trying to fuse their bodies together. “You’re the one bringing light and happiness and love into my life, I should thank you. And my offer still stands. I’ll mate you now if you’ll have me.”

“Of course I’ll have you, hyung.” Jungkook was still crying, happy tears now, his body easing up in Jimin’s embrace, his heart filled with love, not angst, since what felt like forever, even though it was just a week. “I’d have you a thousand times.”

Jimin’s smile was so relieved and genuine it could end all the suffering in the world alone. He kissed Jungkook once again, gradually hotter, full of purpose now. His beautiful boyfriend would finally become his mate, they’d build a bond that would last forever and beyond that, his inner alpha beamed. Jungkook let Jimin guide him to lay down on the bed again, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and tilting his head to give Jimin better access to his scent gland. Jimin licked and nipped and sucked at the spot he chose to mark Jungkook, the skin blooming red and purple and sensitive. Jungkook let out sharp breaths, tugging Jimin’s hair and rolling his hips upwards, trying to get some friction with Jimin’s body, his cock getting harder and harder with each movement of Jimin’s mouth on his neck.

Jungkook felt lightheaded when Jimin slipped his fingers under the hem of his T-shirt, pulling it off quickly to resume his previous work, now going down Jungkook’s body, sucking bruises on his collarbones and his chest. He darted his tongue to ghost-lick Jungkook’s nipple, biting the bud while pinching the other between his fingers.

“Hyung…” Jungkook cried out, feeling a dozen emotions at a time and hot all over, a thin layer of sweat settling on his forehead. “Alpha…”

“I’m here, baby.” He hovered over Jungkook, towering him somehow even with his smaller frame, his hands running smoothly down to Jungkook’s waist, fingers hooking under the waistband of his sweatpants. “I’m gonna take such good care of you.”

Jungkook hummed, his satisfied scent filling up the room, overpowering the scent of their fight, slick gushing out of him in waves, drenching his boxers. The excitement was too much to handle, and Jimin’s avid work on his body surely wasn’t helping. Suddenly he was almost naked before Jimin, having only his boxers on, his hands shooting up to rid Jimin of his clothes. He pulled Jimin’s shirt in a swift motion, stopping for a second to contemplate how hard Jimin also was, the head of his cock perfectly outlined against his flowy pajama pants, a small wet spot starting to form.

“Alpha can’t wait to have you, baby.” Jimin whispered as he lowered his body to meet Jungkook’s parted mouth, kiss him until his lips were red and swollen, until he was squirming and whining for him. “Finally mark you so everyone knows who you belong to. Aren’t you all mine, Kookie?”

Jungkook couldn’t even wait for them to finish the kiss Jimin started, leaving him going forward into the air while he answered, eager to please his alpha. “Yes, yes, all yours, alpha. Forever yours.”

Jimin growled, pleased, and kissed Jungkook once again before tracing his body again, fingertips landing on his ass, pressing against his wet rim under the ruined fabric of his underwear. He slipped one finger in easily, Jungkook gasped.

“You’re so good for me.” Jimin mumbled to Jungkook’s jaw, the younger’s hands gripping his hair, nape, shoulders, arms, feeling every inch of his skin.

Jimin slipped another finger in, scissoring unhurriedly. There was no rush at all now, all that mattered for them was each other. Jungkook shivered, rolling his hips up to seek for some friction between their clothed cocks. Jimin gave him a smirk and pulled his fingers out, causing Jungkook to whine for a second, before pulling both their boxers down and grabbing both their cocks, barely fitting them in his small hand.

“Is this what you wanted?” Jimin teased, still smiling, while he stroked their dicks slowly, the slide made easier by his slicked up fingers. “Such a needy boy… but you can have anything you want, I’ll give it to you.”

Jungkook pulled him back to meet his mouth, not exactly in a kiss, just brushing their lips together, licking the corner of his mouth, feeding him whines and gasps when Jimin thumbed at his slit. Slick oozed out, trailing down his ass and onto the sheets, his body feeling as if on fire.

“G-give me your knot, then.” Jungkook mumbled and Jimin laughed, biting his bottom lip with want.

“Ask nicely.”

And Jungkook complied, omega pheromones clouding his mind too much for him to fight back. “Please, alpha, k-knot me. Fill me up with cum, c-claim me.”

It didn’t take anything else for Jimin to reposition himself and press the head of his cock to Jungkook’s hole, puffy and clenching around the tip.

“Such a dirty mouth.” He pushed in slowly, feeling every inch of his shaft being swallowed by Jungkook’s tight, wet heat. The pressure felt so good around him he had to close his eyes and focus on not cumming. “I love it.”

“I love you.” Jungkook let out in a breath, head laid back on the pillow from the astonishing pleasure.

Jimin buried himself to the hilt, holding Jungkook’s body close to his. He pulled out almost to the tip, only to push inside again, over and over, savoring the way Jungkook’s walls called for him, swallowed him back in. The force of Jungkook’s hands gripping his shoulders was bruising, surely to leave deep red marks behind.

“I love you too.” Jimin whispered back, rocking his hips faster, deeper, pulling Jungkook’s thighs up to reach the right angle.

Jungkook rolled his hips up, moving along with Jimin’s thrusts, the older’s hand finally coming to jerk him off, squeezing the head and coming down to his balls. Jungkook felt at the verge of tears, broken moans tearing from his throat, hole body spasming before he came without warning, head too caught up in the slide of Jimin’s cock inside of him, reaching so deep, pressing right on his prostate whenever he thrusted in, Jimin’s scent filling his lungs. As his hole clenched in oversensitivity, Jimin’s knot started swelling, the rhythm winding down to short, slow movements.

“Are you ready, Kook?” Jimin asked softly, opposing to the rough, fast pace they were having merely seconds ago.

Jungkook managed to nod and form a coherent phrase in his head, suddenly full of excitement, a bit nervous too. “Been ready for years, hyung.”

Jimin smiled, the knot already big enough that he couldn’t pull out, and dove right in for Jungkook’s neck. He kissed the marred skin lovingly before sinking his teeth into it. Jungkook moaned loud from the shot of pain and clenched harder, Jimin coming with a choked moan, muffled by Jungkook’s skin. He licked the blood and kissed the mark again, turning both of them carefully to their sides, holding Jungkook so close, all limbs intertwined, touching foreheads.

As soon as the knot went down, Jimin pulled out and rushed to the bathroom, coming back in record time to Jungkook’s side with a damp washcloth, cleaning all the come, slick, sweat, drool and blood from his body, before laying down and pulling Jungkook the closest they could possibly get, tangling their legs and arms, Jimin’s mouth hovering above the brand new mark.

“My alpha…” Jungkook whispered, exactly like the night of the Gayo. Except this time it was real, Jimin was truly his and he was entirely Jimin’s, claimed for everyone to see.

“Yes, baby, I’m yours. And you’re my omega, my precious, precious omega.” Jimin’s voice trailed off to nothing more than a breath, a puff of warm air to Jungkook’s collarbones, down his sensitive nipples, to his belly. The older kissed every inch of it, running the tip of his nose over the lines of Jungkook’s muscles, fingertips light as feathers, touching him gentler than ever before. “And my precious little pup. Daddy’s so sorry about everything, I’m gonna do everything I can to keep you and your daddy safe, I promise.”

Jimin’s voice was so soft Jungkook could almost feel the honey dripping from it, right onto his skin, and he wondered if he would eventually stop crying during that pregnancy. If he would ever stop crying.

“What is all this about? Are you having a baby?” Yoongi shot, just his usual way of saying things calm and flat, like they weren’t big deals at all. Hoseok laughed, sat by his side, and slapped his thigh.

Jungkook didn’t even flinch, eyes fixed firmly at some point behind the boys gathered in front of him. Jimin had set two chairs for them across from his bed in his and Hoseok’s room. They couldn’t afford to talk in the living room and have someone sneaking around, the space too open and large. The boys sat on the bed, backs against the wall, Jungkook feeling slightly uncomfortable with his hoodie all bunched up around his neck to hide Jimin’s bite mark.

“Yeah, we are.” Jungkook said, opposing to all the elaborate, eloquent ways of delivering the news he had thought all night long. Jimin looked at him wide-eyed, concerned, and Jungkook sent him a look that he hoped would mean we don’t have any other option. Their newly formed bond shook violently in the back of Jungkook’s head, his own thoughts barely audible, and he really considered rubbing his neck to try and make it stop. He grabbed Jimin’s hand instead, stroking his palm in circular motions, desperately wanting to reach out, sit on his lap and scent him until the rest of the world disappeared. That wasn’t a possibility. The whole scene was rather ridiculous, the five boys squeezed together on top of Jimin’s bed, the both of them holding hands and delivering the news of a baby. What kind of shitty drama was that? Jungkook looked at the boys again, voice as collected as before. “We’re having a baby.”

Their reactions were already kind of expected.

Taehyung’s eyes went huge and round, his lips pressed in a hidden smile because he surely wanted to jump up and hug his best friends, pepper Jimin’s face and Jungkook’s belly with kisses, but no one else was smiling. His legs started to bounce and he pulled at his fingers to ease the excitement out of his body. After a minute, his brows furrowed slightly, having picked up the depth of the consequences. His legs bounced harder.

Hoseok brought a hand to his mouth, staring in pure shock. Jungkook watched his shoulders rise, then fall back down, as if he wanted to say something, but didn’t know how, or even what to say. He remained quiet, eyes fixated on Jungkook’s belly, studying the situation as he always did when he faced trouble. Trouble.

Yoongi leaned over, elbows resting on his thighs, fingers intertwined, and glanced from Jungkook to Jimin to the floor. Blinking slowly, he rested back against the wall, the acknowledgment sinking in. He was incredibly smart, had certainly already understood all the implications the situation had, and thought beyond them, and rebelled against the system before Jimin and Jungkook themselves could do it. He gave them just the slightest smirk.

Jin kept a straight face as that was no news for him, his fierce black eyes stern on Jungkook’s face, but his lips curled imperceptibly on one side, the same feeling as when he had patted Jungkook’s shoulder when he said he had taken the suppressants. That unspoken I’m still upset with you, but you did this one thing well. Jungkook was taking short, drawn out steps, not as confident as he’d like, but Jin approved it. A week and a half later, it was still equally comforting and terrifying.

But Namjoon. Namjoon went ballistic. He was usually utterly patient and dealt with things in a mature way, true to his leadership position, but Jungkook knew for sure that this would knock him off balance. He blinked, as if trying to get rid of a nightmare that lingered on his retinae, his voice rising to a tone a tiny bit louder than his usual.

“Is this a joke?”

Jungkook sighed. “No. We’re also mated now.” He pulled the collar of his hoodie down, exposing the fresh mark, still healing in a strange yellow color. There was a collective loss of air in the room, Namjoon’s eyes went huge.

But he didn’t yell. Instead, he shook his head, burying his face in his hands and coming back up with a smile of disbelief, mean and sarcastic. Jungkook thought he probably preferred the yelling.

“I knew this was going to happen someday. Because despite how much I warned you, it looks like you both can’t fucking follow simple rules.” He ran his fingers through his hair, the purplish color already fading away. “I’m going to refresh your memories, since you seem to have forgotten. When you first started dating, Bang PD-nim established some rules. Don’t mate. Don’t make it public. Don’t get pregnant.”

Jungkook and Jin exchanged some glances, one visibly more worried than the other, but both of them startled by Namjoon’s sudden loss of control.

“But I think you didn’t quite understand that. What’s the next step? Livestream the next time you have sex?”

“Okay, Joon, I think that’s enough.” Yoongi intervened, rising one hand as a sign for Namjoon to calm down. The leader’s head whipped around fast, scent spiking so much Taehyung sneezed. And he was a beta.

“Don’t you start. Are you gonna tell me that what they did was right?”

Yoongi’s cat eyes narrowed even more, mouth pressed tight, and his strong commanding alpha pheromones overpowered Namjoon’s.

“I’m still older than you and you will respect me. Get out of here, go cool off.” He waved to the door, holding Namjoon’s stare until he finally got off the bed and stomped down the hall.

The boys left soon after, one by one, shooting Jungkook condescendent looks and keeping their shoulders low. Hoseok moved to his side of the room and laid on his bed, back facing them. Jungkook looked at Jimin expectantly, hoping they could lay on his bed and cuddle for a while, try to cool down before trying again. Of course Jimin could sense all he was feeling through their bond, but he simply raised his hand and started getting up.

“I’ll come back… in a minute, okay baby? I just… need a moment.”

Jungkook didn’t need to ask him where he was going, he knew very well Jimin would be sitting by the kitchen counter with a bottle of soju clutched tight in his hand. He also knew himself well enough to know that he’d be going after Jimin a few minutes later, both to stop him from drinking too much and to seek for his touch. His drunk mate was still his mate and he needed him more than anything, but for now he only sat quietly in Jimin and Hoseok’s room, trying to gather the willpower to leave as well.

Before getting up, Jungkook ran his fingers across his belly, feeling the lean muscle. Such a stark contrast—his whole life falling apart before his eyes, everything shattering in a million pieces, but the pup inside his womb insisted on growing.

Jungkook woke up really early the next day. Actually, he was woken by a fingertip running down his nose and poking his forehead. Before opening his eyes, he pondered who it belonged to: couldn’t be Jimin, as he could feel both his hands wrapped around his waist, Jimin’s body flushed tight against his back, his soft breathing tickling his nape.

“Kookie. Kookie, I know you’re awake now.” The deep yet gentle voice answered Jungkook’s question, and he opened his eyes to find Taehyung kneeling beside the bed, a warm smile on his lips, hair a bit wild from sleep.

“Why so early, hyung?” Jungkook mumbled, as quietly as possible not to wake Jimin up, despite him being a heavy sleeper.

“I had wanted to say this yesterday, but everyone seemed a bit off, so I came now, as soon as I opened my eyes.” Jungkook detached himself slowly from Jimin’s grip, coming closer to the edge of the bed. The older simply sighed in his sleep and moved a little to the other side. Taehyung sat down cross legged, looking a lot like an overgrown child in his pajamas. “What I wanted to say is that I fully support you in whatever decision you choose to make. I was so happy yesterday when you shared the news, but I couldn’t show it when Joon hyung started talking.”

Jungkook gave Taehyung the most genuine smile he could, but a part of him was still uneasy. “I knew you’d be happy, and I’m so thankful to have you beside me. But I’m so scared, hyung.”

“I know you are, I’m scared too.” Taehyung said, taking Jungkook’s hand in his and tracing his tattoos with his thumb. “But the members have your back too, even Joon hyung. He was taken aback yesterday, but I think he just needed some time to think it through. Go talk to him again today, I’m sure he’ll listen.”

Jungkook nodded, already feeling the tension welling up in his stomach. He squeezed Taehyung’s hand and laid back on the bed, soon feeling some extra weight pressing on the mattress, to find Taehyung climbing past him to tuck himself between him and Jimin.

“You’re gonna be the best dads and we’re gonna be the best uncles for her, she’s going to be the happiest, most loved pup in the world.” Taehyung had the biggest boxy smile on his face, eyes almost closed in little crescents, while his big hand caressed Jungkook’s belly through the blanket.

“It’s too early to know the sex, hyung.” Jungkook argued, amused, and Jimin grunted, rubbing at his eyes. It took him a moment to realize the extra body in the bed was Taehyung, his scent spiking for a second before realizing there was no threat for his omega. Jungkook searched for his eyes above Taehyung’s shoulder. “Did you hear that, Jimin hyung? Tae hyung says it’s a girl.”

Jimin smiled fondly, reaching out with his arms and legs to hold both boys close to his body. He sighed happily when they all comfortably curled up against each other, and answered, voice rough from sleep, “He better be right.”

Later that day, Jungkook knocked on the door to Namjoon’s studio. He’d been huddled in there the entire day, avoiding any kind of social interaction. Jungkook knocked once again and, when there was no answer, he pushed the door open slowly.

“Rapmon hyung?” He tried, quickly scanning the room.

Namjoon was sitting by his desk, bulky headphones on and eyes trained on the screen before him, the program showing the multiple layers he had been trimming, aligning, improving. Jungkook came closer with short, somewhat uncertain steps. He knew Namjoon would never hurt him, but he didn’t know if his messed up hormones would be able to take another one of his rants. He stopped by the chair, one hand splayed on the desk next to the mouse, finally getting Namjoon’s attention. The alpha looked at him with confused eyes for a millisecond, before his whole face twisted in a sort of disdain. Jungkook sighed.

“Hyung please, we need to talk.”

“Yeah, take a seat.” His tone wasn’t exactly friendly, but at least he wasn’t on his sarcastic mode. Yet. Jungkook pulled a small bench closer to the desk and sat down, Namjoon rolling his chair away so they were facing each other.

“I’m hoping we can forget what happened last night and start again, solve this like civilized adults. I ask you to please listen to what I have to say, and I promise to be completely honest.”

“That’s the very least you can do,” Namjoon huffed, “but yes, I’ll listen carefully. You can start.”

Jungkook nodded, fidgeting for a second, eyes travelling everywhere in the room but focusing on Namjoon’s serious stare. He swallowed and inhaled deeply.

“Before I start, I’d like to say that I know I didn’t make the wisest decisions and I know I broke the rules, but my wolf got… possessed by a deep need to have a pup. It clouded my mind and I wish I had been able to control it better so we wouldn’t end up in this situation, but now it has already happened and I have no intention of giving up my pup.”

Jungkook stopped for a second, scanning Namjoon’s expression. He kept his face impassible, cheeks slightly sucked in, plush lips pressed together, gaze heavy. Jungkook thought it’d be better to spit out as much as he could before a new argument began.

“But I do have a plan that might work.” He adjusted himself on the bench, straightening his back. “Back when I first got this… baby fever, Jimin hyung said the company would gut us if I got pregnant, but I’ve come to realize that’s not true. At this point, especially right now, we’ve become sort of untouchable. There’s not much the company can do now, think about it. We’re going on tour in less than a month, our faces are everywhere, our fanbase is massive. Even if they don’t care about any of that, there’s still the financial part—our brand is worth millions, what are they going to do without us?”

There was a spark of something in Namjoon’s eyes at the end of Jungkook’s phrase, the younger felt immediately more confident.

“My plan is: we keep all the schedule we have until the end of the tour, I’ll keep the belly hidden with my oversized clothes and put a patch on the mating mark, but we gradually change the concept and the harder choreographies, make it more abstract and artistic, less demanding. It matches the general idea of the album anyways. That way the company continues making money, there’s no scandal, and I can have my pup. And the fans will love it.”

Jungkook and Namjoon stared back at each other for some solid seconds, Jungkook’s breath unstable both from the rant and the expectation, but Namjoon only rolled his chair back to the desk and started clicking on his mouse. Jungkook’s jaw dropped, mouth agape, eyes huge.

“I’ll think about it.” Namjoon stated before Jungkook could say anything else, putting his headphones back on and zeroing on the screen again, fully concentrated and visibly not willing to be pulled out of his work one more time.

Jungkook stared, unable to move for a second, before zombie-walking out of the studio and into the peaceful hallways. Their dorm was quiet for once, everyone seeming a little moody after the events of the previous night. There was a feeling permeating his chest that he couldn’t quite pinpoint. Maybe pregnancy nausea. Maybe an omen.

The cheer of the crowd was loud. Deafening. Terrifying. Thrilling.

Jungkook sat uneasy in his chair in the backstage, legs bouncing, biting his lower lip, pulling at his fingers. It was the first concert of the tour. His stomach twisted and he felt on the verge of throwing up—he had already, right after waking up that morning, and had taken some medicine before coming to the venue. He looked down at his belly, still nothing to see, but he could feel his baby.

“Hey, pup.” He whispered, and it should feel weird talking to a one-month-old fetus, but it felt right, natural for some reason. “Are you okay in there? I’m a bit nervous, it must be getting to you. I’m really sorry.”

“Five minutes!” Their producer shouted from outside the room, but Jungkook didn’t move, too caught up in his one-sided conversation. Somewhere behind him, Taehyung sang loudly and Hoseok adjusted the last details of the choreography with Jin.

“You know, I’m always a bit nervous before performances, even though I’ve been doing this for years now. I think that’s the fun part… being able to feel this sort of excitement, as if it’s the first time.” Jungkook kept his head low, completely forgetting about his surroundings. “Well, this time I’m a little bit more nervous because of you… but that’s not a bad thing, okay? I’m sure we’ll do great-”

“What are you mumbling, Kookie?” Jimin suddenly hugged him from behind his chair, startling him. Jungkook’s head shot up so fast he almost knocked Jimin right on the forehead.

“Ah, don’t do that to me…” Jungkook whined, breathing heavily. Jimin nuzzled him where his mating mark was hidden under a patch and he immediately felt more relaxed, less nauseous. “I was… explaining to the pup why I’m nervous.”

“You were talking to them?” Jimin’s face lit up from where he looked at Jungkook over his shoulder. Jungkook couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed, his ears turning slightly pink, when Jimin brought his hand to rub at his belly. “Hey there, bunny. I’m sorry to interrupt the chat, but your daddies and uncles have to go onstage now. You’ll love it, I promise.” His tone was honey sweet, and Jungkook almost melted under the love in his gaze when their eyes met. “Let’s go?”

Jungkook nodded sheepishly, being guided into the intricate corridors by the hand. “Bunny?”, he teased. Jimin simply laughed.

“It’s a common term of endearment, alright? Just until we find out if it’s a girl or a boy.” He pulled Jungkook closer when they stepped on the platform, kissing him on the cheek. “Take care, okay? If you’re not feeling well, don’t push yourself, the fans surely will understand.”

“I will, don’t worry, hyung.” He kissed Jimin back, on the corner of his lips. “Thank you, I love you.”

“I love you too.” Jimin whispered as the platform was lifted.

“Jungkook-ah! Jungkook-ah!” Namjoon’s voice came loud and excited from the corridor, startling Jungkook, who sat peacefully by his desk, eyes focused on the computer screen before him, editing some content he’d gotten from their last promotion shoots. He rolled his chair away from the desk, turning towards the door with a confused expression across his face. “I have something for you.”

In a split second, Namjoon was at the door to the studio, a mail package held tight in his hands. He stepped inside less hurriedly, almost as if he was embarrassed by his own burst of excitement, and handed the package to Jungkook, who looked at him with wide, affectionate eyes. Jungkook took it and motioned for Namjoon to sit down on a small stool near the desk while he reached for his scissors to rip the box open. It had stamps and printed codes from the US.

“I would’ve taken it out of this ugly mail package and wrapped it in some pretty paper, but… I was so happy that it’s finally here.” Namjoon said quietly, analyzing Jungkook’s reaction as he opened the box and rummaged through the waxed wrapping papers.

“It’s okay, hyung, you didn’t have to get me anyth- oh.” Sitting delicately between the papers was a baby onesie. It was made of a soft light gray fleece, warm and cozy, and had long bunny ears on the hoodie. Jungkook felt his heart melt as he picked it up, seeing the most adorable little cotton tuft of a tail right above the bum. “It’s so beautiful, so cute. Thank you so much, hyung, you really didn’t have to.”

“I had been thinking of getting you something ever since that meeting with the company, when they agreed to our terms, but I didn’t really know what to buy. A month ago I saw this on the internet”—Jungkook mumbled a fucking algorithm, Namjoon chuckled—“and just had to buy it. I figured the pup should be born around December, and this seemed pretty warm…”

“It’s perfect, thank you.” Jungkook smiled, a genuine one, from the bottom of his heart.

“You know how I really wanted to be a dad, right? But I thought it was so out of my reach, with all this music career and this fame. I honestly didn’t think I’d be able to find myself a mate, in or outside this industry, a true mate, who loved me for who I really am, not the… persona. And even if I managed to find one, it’d probably be too late to have kids of my own.” He scooted a little closer, the stool dragging on the floor tiles, Jungkook’s hands still feeling the soft fleece. “But seeing you and Jimin go through all this… it gave me a new sort of hope. I mean, you guys have always given me hope, sticking together even when the whole world seemed to be against your relationship, but fighting like this to have your pup in this crazy industry, despite the millions of hungry eyes on us all the time, the filthy mouths… I respect you both so much, you especially. I know I was rude to you in the beginning, and I’m so sorry.”

Jungkook set the box aside and stood up, pulling Namjoon to his feet and hugging him close, so close he could almost feel the older’s heartbeat against his own chest. Both melted a little into each other’s embrace, at ease in each other’s presence.

“It’s fine, hyung, we’re all fine now. I understand you, and I’m sorry too, for creating such a mess. It all feels kinda worthy now, though.” Jungkook pulled away, still holding Namjoon by the elbows, far enough to be able to look into his eyes. Kind, wise, loving eyes.

“My role as leader sometimes makes me too full of myself, has me thinking that I’m the only one who knows what’s best for us, my alpha doesn’t help either. But I’ve come to realize that I’m no dictator, being a leader doesn’t mean ruling alone. It’s actually not about ruling at all, it’s more listening, thinking and trying to make everybody’s wishes and necessities work together. I failed that at first, I wasn’t taking your will, this baby’s life, into consideration. I really am sorry, also because it took me three months to tell you all this, I’ll try to be better from now on.”

Jungkook held him close again, whole body wrapped around him. “You’re already amazing, Namjoon hyung. I still look up to you a lot, and I’m gonna teach my pup to do it too, because you deserve it. Thank you for caring so much, about all of us.”

“Thank you,” Namjoon whispered, the smile obvious in his voice, “for showing me new ways of seeing the world and bringing a little more light into our lives, this little family of ours.”

Jungkook’s bump was beautiful, small and perfectly round, the smooth honey-colored skin peeking out under the hem of his tighter T-shirts. If he wore his usual oversized clothes, the bump was barely visible. All the boys and the staff members loved rubbing it, whispering sweet nothings to the pup—a baby girl—whenever Jungkook came around.

He often found himself rubbing of tapping his own belly, talking to his baby about the most mundane things. He’d read her some stories from time to time, talk about his day or share the plans he was constantly making. Himself and the members sang for her all the time, and the most varied genres—from traditional music to catchy american pop hits.

Jimin was by far the one who interacted the most, even more than Jungkook. He stayed by Jungkook’s side for every second he was allowed to, caressing the belly and whispering things, singing for her every night, sometimes putting his earphones at each side of the belly and playing soft ballads and lullabies. Jungkook already expected it, but Jimin turned out to be an absolutely doting dad, even before the pup was born. He looked like he was glowing, like he was the sun himself, and Jungkook just didn’t know how to fit all the happiness he’d been feeling inside his body.

Jungkook was already seven months in, feeling all sorts of emotions mixed together, overlapping each other. On that night, he’d chosen to deal with them by building himself a little nest. He had soft blankets and his body pillow wrapped around him, wearing only one of Jimin’s oversized sweaters and boxers, some of his baby’s clothes and plushies around him too.

Jimin knocked on the door as Jungkook was about to fall asleep, slowly approaching the bed. “Can I join you?” he asked softly.

“Of course.” Jungkook replied, making room for Jimin’s small frame, instantly feeling a lot more relaxed. “You were definitely the missing piece.”

Jimin hummed happily to Jungkook’s nape, holding him close to his chest and caressing his bump, feeling his baby moving inside it. It didn’t take long for Jungkook to fall asleep, comfortable and content in his mate’s arms.

He woke up after what felt like only a minute, Jimin starting to remove himself from their embrace. Before he could go any further, Jungkook grabbed him by his forearm and pulled him back.

“Why are you leaving me?” Jungkook whined, partially ashamed of his tone, but his omega wasn’t feeling especially at ease, being that far in the pregnancy and having faced so many difficulties.

“Kookie, baby, I- I have to go.” Jimin said in a hurry, trying to distance his body from Jungkook’s, but the younger kept a strong grip on his arm, forcing him to stay pressed tight against him. “Please, I don’t want to bother you.”

It didn’t make sense to Jungkook until Jimin moved his hips, still trying to escape, and he felt the shape of his hard cock rubbing at his ass. Jimin gasped, fighting harder to free himself, and Jungkook felt his whole body light up like a bonfire.

“Why are you being like this?” He moved his hand down Jimin’s arm, careful not to let him go, and intertwined their fingers, bringing them to his mouth to kiss his knuckles. “Are you ashamed of me?”

“No! Of course not.” Jimin had stopped resisting, but his breathing was still fast, as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t. “It’s… because you’re pregnant… and I figured you wouldn’t want us to be… intimate.”

They hadn’t had sex since around the start of Jungkook’s fifth month, he came to realize, both their minds too caught up in their schedules and the pregnancy, bodies too tired everyday to go much further than kisses and cuddles. Jungkook didn’t realize how much he’d missed it, but now it was all he could think of, the mess of hormones running in his blood causing him to focus solely on how hot Jimin’s body was, and how good it would feel to have him inside.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“I… I don’t know… maybe you’d think it’s gross?” Jimin was visibly tense, muscles pulled tight, but his cock was still rock hard and pulsing, causing him to feel slightly dizzy.

“Do you think I’m gross?” Jungkook asked to tease him, but suddenly a new worry bloomed on the back of his mind.

“No, no, baby, I don’t. You’re… so beautiful.” Jimin sighed, hesitantly nuzzling Jungkook’s mating mark.

“Then why won’t you have sex with me?”

Although he couldn’t see his face, Jungkook was sure Jimin’s eyes were huge with shock, and he resisted the urge to laugh. Both of them had such silly insecurities, it was actually funny.

“Do you… want to?”

“I do.” Jungkook rolled his hips back, rubbing right on Jimin’s cock, making both of them shiver like it was their first time. “God, I want it so bad.”

Blame it on the hormones, but Jungkook could already feel slick between his asscheeks. He tugged Jimin impossibly closer, the older’s chest to his back and only the thin layers of their boxers and Jimin’s pajama pants separating them. Jimin’s cock fit perfectly between Jungkook’s cheeks, inviting itself in as they both panted.

“Want you to knot me, will you please knot me, alpha?” Jungkook whispered, rolling his hips obscenely, Jimin’s face buried in the crook of his shoulder.

“Yes, baby. Don’t worry, alpha’s got you.” As soon as Jungkook let go of Jimin’s hand, it travelled down his body, quickly tugging on the hem of his boxers and pushing them down. Jungkook’s smaller cock bounced, hard and hot, towards his belly and Jimin spread his cheeks with his thumbs, the wetness making the slide in easy. “You’re so wet, Kookie, do you want my knot this much?”

Jungkook hummed in response, moaning when two of Jimin’s fingers entered his hole, the instant pleasure too much for his sensitive body. He could definitely cum just from that.

“I’m sorry I made you wait this long, I was an idiot. But I’ve got you, I’m going to take such good care of you.” He worked his fingers in, stretching him and finding his prostate easily. Jungkook moaned incessantly, gripping his pillows as if his life depended on it.

“J-Jimin hyung, please.”

“My precious omega.” Jimin kissed Jungkook’s nape tenderly, nipping and licking all the way down his shoulder and back. He was quick to remove his own pajama and boxers, lifting Jungkook’s leg enough to press the tip of his shaft to the younger’s wet hole, clenching around nothing in anticipation. “Is this okay? Are you comfortable?”

“Yeah, I’m good.” Jungkook whispered, gasping when Jimin pushed in, the slide feeling tight despite how much Jimin had fingered him open. Jimin buried himself deep, stay still for a moment, hips flush to Jungkook’s ass, gently holding his thigh. “You can move, hyung, please.”

Jimin hesitated for a couple seconds, Jungkook could feel his unsteady breath behind his ear, chest rising and falling against his back.

“I’m afraid I won’t last too long.”

Jungkook chuckled, lifting his arm and reaching back to caress Jimin’s hair. “Jimin hyung, why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I’m so sorry, I was so stupid.” Jimin sighed, hiding his face in Jungkook’s hair, but started thrusting slowly. Jungkook’s grip on his hair tightened.

“Don’t apologize, it’s okay. I can ride you, if you want, make it feel really good.”

“No, you don’t have to do that.” Jungkook’s tight and wet heat felt so amazing around his cock, he could barely think. With every quiet huff and moan Jungkook let out, Jimin’s cock twitched—he definitely wouldn’t last. “This is so good anyways.”

Jungkook hummed in approval, whining loud when Jimin finally picked up the pace, jostling his body with the force of his thrusts. The sound of their skin slapping together was wet and obscene, only making both of them more aroused. Jungkook’s cock rubbed against the pillow with every thrust, smearing his precome all over the soft fabric. A few tears welled up in his eyes, his entire body so sensitive and responsive to Jimin’s touches, to his mouth glued to his mating mark, to the way his knot started enlarging and forcing on his rim.

The last straw was Jimin’s hand tracing a delicate path down from his chest, where it had been pinching his nipples to the point of a drop of milk dripping out, rounding his belly and reaching his cock, thumbing at the slit and squeezing lazily. Jungkook felt his insides burning up and his muscles pulling tight, and he came in a silent scream, clawing the pillow. Jimin came not much after, cock buried deep inside Jungkook, knot pressing right on his prostate, making him squirm in oversensitivity.

Jimin inhaled and exhaled heavily, body completely relaxed cuddling Jungkook. He rested his hand, sticky with cum, just above Jungkook’s belly button, instantly feeling how much their pup was moving inside.

“She’s a bit agitated.” Jimin whispered, eyes drifting shut for a second.

“And whose fault is that?” Jungkook joked, but Jimin’s breath got caught in his throat. Jungkook was quick to soothe him, squeezing and kissing his arm. “Hey, don’t worry, she’ll be fine.” Jimin hummed, Jungkook’s voice went lower, more sensual. “There’s another two months left, maybe we can do this again.”

“Sure, baby.” Jimin sighed, burying his face in Jungkook’s soft hair.

“We’re for sure the only parents in the world who are having a baby girl and carry her things in a black leather bag, not a cute pink one.”

Yes, it was Jungkook’s eight month of pregnancy, but hearing Jimin saying things like that was still unusual to him and made his heart jump and turn around, swimming in happiness. Because it was something he thought he’d had to wait half a lifetime to have, after all that idol thing was over, but to be able to carry on with their careers and build their family at the same time was much more than his heart could handle. Maybe after the nine months he’d learn how to deal with the feelings.

“Blame it on the industry. Although it is partially us, it’s the bag you gave me.” Jungkook chuckled, cheeks slightly tinted. Pregnancy hormones would end up getting the best of him someday. “If it were for Jin hyung, she’d have an RJ bag and a gigantic collection of RJ plushies.”

Jimin pulled a tiny RJ plushie from the bag, hidden between the onesies and diapers, and laughed. “It’s starting anytime soon.”

Jungkook laughed too, rubbing his belly, a habit that he had picked up from the early days. The bump was still relatively small, although it had grown a bit the previous month, and all the staff seemed to worry crazy about that. For some reason, people expected his belly to be really large and for him to complain about back pains or something, but they probably forgot that he was still an athletic young boy with zero body fat. It’s normal, he told them patiently every time, with a kind smile that made his cheeks puff out, all the exams show she’s well and healthy, don’t worry. And everyone seemed to love that answer. Pleasing people was so easy those days.

On the 10th of December, the rest of the dorm was awoken by a mildly panicked Jimin, knocking things over, slamming dresser drawers and packing bags.

A very sleepy and annoyed Yoongi waddled into the hallway, rubbing at his eyes, frowning, to Jimin walking out of the bathroom, a small vanity bag in his hands. “The fuck is going on?”, his deep voice even more hoarse from sleep.

“It’s happening.” Jimin said not so quietly, but Yoongi didn’t move. “Jungkook is going into labor.”

Gradually, as the information sank in, Yoongi’s narrow cat eyes became wider and wider, the hand that rubbed at them dropping slowly as his back went straight. Jimin walked back inside the bedroom a second before Yoongi turned towards the other rooms, doors closed, and shouted “JUNGKOOK IS GIVING BIRTH!” a couple times, which was a less graceful way of putting it, but did serve its purpose, as one by one, the members stepped out of their rooms in their pajamas and bed hair, but already wired up.

“My baby’s having his baby?” Taehyung pulled his door open so hard it slammed against the wall and left a doorknob-shaped cavity in it. Their neighbours were probably awake now too. He stepped out into the hallway to find Jungkook walking slowly towards their living room, both hands wrapped around his belly, which had gotten considerably bigger during the last month, and Jimin following him like a shadow, arguing with him.

“Baby, please lay down and rest. I’ll provide everything you need, just please go rest.” Jimin kept repeating, his eyes so big, like the cat in Shrek, that Jungkook almost gave in. But he couldn’t just comply with that, what about his pride?

“Please, Jimin hyung, I’m fine. I can walk and do things by myself. I’m not dying, just going into labor.” Just then a twinge hit his stomach, going through his body and poking at his lower back too. He tried his best not to let the pain show, or the way it concerned him. The contractions were normal and expected, but he couldn’t keep himself from wondering if his pup was okay in there, with all that comotion.

Jin, who had gone straight from his room to the kitchen, RJ pajama set slightly wrinkly from sleep and hair held up by a cute RJ headband, already had a frying pan and a spatula in his hands. “What do you want to eat? Name it and I’ll cook it for you, but don’t even think about getting used to it.”

Jungkook giggled and sat by the countertop. “I’m actually not hungry at all, hyung. Thank you.”

“Another reason why you should lay down and rest. And you have to eat something, don’t skip meals.” As Jimin talked, Jungkook rolled his eyes, although not in an annoyed way, just so fond.

Namjoon had been on his phone ever since his eyes opened at Yoongi’s lovely wakeup call. He’d been calling their staff and managers, and their families. Hoseok helped him both calm down and reach as many people as they could.

Taehyung had finally made it to Jungkook, hugging him for a long time, and peppered him and Jimin in salty kisses, from the first teardrops that fell down his face. Yoongi tried to look cool, but his legs were bouncing from where he sat on the arm of the sofa and he kept pulling at his own fingers.

A chaotic morning, exactly Bangtan’s style. What an amazing day for their baby girl to be born.

And she came on Thursday, December 10th, 2020, 2:16 pm, after around seven hours of labor, 45cm long and weighing 3.6kg. All seven of the boys cried, the staff and the managers present in the hospital cried, their families cried, facetiming them as soon as Jungkook got her back in his arms. She was entirely perfect, rosy cheeks and soft skin, the tiniest little hand wrapping around Jimin’s finger, thin black hairs splayed across her delicate head. They cried because she was the product of true, strong love, and of their resistance against the industry.

And they named her Park Sarang, their unconditional love, after the beautiful girl that started it all almost a year before.