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Jungkook shot his first music video a few weeks before spring term. Jimin found it strange having him gone for a string of days on end. He was used to Yoongi returning at odd hours of the night, but seeing Jungkook try to come home quietly, still hopped up on an unhealthy influx of caffeine, was an interesting scene for Jimin to wrap his head around.
Jungkook had been working on choreography before the shoot, as the video included his dancing skills. Yet there were extensive final practices with the hired actors beforehand, then almost three whole days of shooting. Jungkook was more than exhausted by the time his part of production was over.
The finalized video dropped during the week between winter and spring term. Jungkook spent a lot of time inside with Jimin during the short break, both resting up and stressing over the debut.
He wasn’t scheduled for too many promotional appearances, which Jimin was silently thankful for, considering how mentally exhausted Jungkook was from finals as well. The public response was overwhelmingly positive. Many KM fans were curious about Jungkook’s style of music, as it differed heavily from the company’s usual groups and genres.
“We’re branching out,” Namjoon stated in one interview. “We think Jungkook has an appealing sound and style. We didn’t want to manipulate it to fit any sort of mold. So far people seem to be responding well to the change, which we’re very excited to see.”
As for the music video itself, it was rather simple in comparison to other artist debuts. Jungkook personally didn’t want anything extravagant, especially since a complicated concept would clash with the song. The video depicted Jungkook lost in Seoul. An initial bump into someone led to Jungkook being passed between strangers, dancing along with them only to stumble into another’s arms. At the end, he found himself in front of a nondescript store window, watching himself in the reflection. His breathing was labored, appearance ruffled. He glanced around the city, turned back to take himself in, and smiled.
Jimin personally loved the concept. He was one of the first to watch the finished product, bouncing around excitedly and tugging at Jungkook to point out his favorite parts. Jimin absolutely loved getting to watch him dance, positive that potential fans would enjoy the display of his skills.
And many truly did enjoy it. People flocked to the video online, new fans intrigued by Jungkook’s voice, the overall quality of his music, and of course—his charming young looks.
As expected, however, Jungkook’s newfound bit of fame affected his school life when spring term rolled around.
As Jimin and Jungkook walked across campus hand in hand, Jimin noted a jarring number of eyes being drawn to them. Jimin looked down at his stomach, wondering if the very obvious bump was what had so many staring. He tried to ignore the attention, keeping them on course to their music theory class.
When a couple girls began whispering to each other as they walked by, Jimin realized he may not be the one in the spotlight. Jimin glanced up at Jungkook, the younger mouthing along to a song with his earbuds in, oblivious to his surroundings. Jimin squeezed his hand to garner his attention.
“Huh?” Jungkook muttered, pulling out an earbud.
“I think you’re being recognized,” Jimin said in a hushed voice, nodding to a few other strangers stopped in their tracks.
Jungkook pursed his lips. “You sure?”
“I don’t see what else it’d be,” Jimin replied, tugging Jungkook around the corner so they could enter their building.
“Weird,” Jungkook muttered, totally unaccustomed to the notion. “Do I have to start covering my face at school? ‘Cause that sounds like it’d turn into a hassle real quick.”
Jimin shrugged. “I don’t think so, as long as no one makes trouble. If you’ve got hordes of fans ready to maul you, well… then that’s a different story,” Jimin said, only partially joking. Jimin could only hope Jungkook could remain safe at school until he graduated.
They stepped into the classroom, wandering toward a pair of seats by a window. Jimin shrugged off his bag and pulled out a fresh notebook for the start of the term and his collection of sparkly pens. He tapped Jungkook’s shoulder. “Red or orange?”
Jungkook squinted at the options, then pointed at the red. “Orange might be too bright to read.”
“Hm, true,” Jimin mused. He uncapped the red, testing the ink when he noticed how silent the room had become. There were already other groups of students milling about. Jimin found it unlikely the noise had lulled randomly.
Jimin glanced up, meeting the eyes of a small group of omegas ahead of them. They were indiscreetly turned around, staring between Jimin and Jungkook with scrutinizing scowls.
Jimin’s brows scrunched together in annoyance and confusion. “Do you need something?” He spoke up, tapping the end of his pen against his notebook impatiently.
One of the omegas ducked her head, guilty over being caught, while the other two had the gall to continue leveling Jimin with their scalding stares.
“Is that Jeon Jungkook?” An omega asked bluntly.
“Yes,” Jungkook answered for himself.
“Then who are you?” The other asked, directing the harsh tone at Jimin.
Jimin bit the inside of his cheek, trying to tamp the fire burning in his gut at their attitudes. Jimin was well acquainted with entitled fans. He’d dealt with them at clubs or on dates—basically anywhere in public with Yoongi. They tended to assume no one was good enough for their idols, no matter how much they actually knew about said idol’s personal life or preferences.
But with his vast experience also came the knowledge as to how Jimin could shut them up real quick. He plastered on a tight smile. “I’m Park Jimin. Honor student, last year’s dance exhibition soloist, and father of Min Yoongi’s kid.”
Jimin watched one of the omegas shut his mouth.
“You got any more questions?” He asked lightly.
They didn’t respond. Rather they huddled together, muttering their responses to themselves. Jimin heard a hissed “pregnant whore” somewhere in there. He stiffened, but remained quiet, knowing they weren’t worth his time in practicality. But Jungkook noticed, and he was even less pleased by that comment than Jimin.
He placed a possessive hand on Jimin’s thigh, knuckles grazing he hemline of his skirt. A frown marred his expression. “Keep your opinions to yourselves, yeah? I think we’d all be better off without the negativity you’re putting out,” Jungkook said in a surprisingly calm, yet clear tone.
The three flushed red with embarrassment and turned back around completely.
Jungkook realized how tightly he was gripping Jimin’s thigh. He eased up, rubbing the bare skin gently. “Sorry,” he muttered.
“About my leg or that? Because the first I don’t mind, and the second isn’t anything out of the ordinary.”
“Seriously? Hyung’s fans are like that?”
“Not all of them, obviously. But I know the type,” Jimin said. “You just have to learn how to shut them or down or ignore them completely. It’s not like they matter at the end of the day.”
“Still pisses me off,” Jungkook muttered.
“Hey,” Jimin said quietly, reaching up to grasp his chin. He forced Jungkook to face him, then tapped his nose. “Let’s go get a drink after this. Maybe some milkshakes?”
Jungkook blinked down at him owlishly, a little surprised, a little awed at Jimin’s attempt to cheer him up. Jungkook closed the small distance between them and pressed his lips against Jimin’s in a sudden, chaste kiss. It was Jimin’s turn to blink at him, doe-eyed.
“Yeah,” Jungkook murmured, tone warm. “That’d be great.”
Ω
Jimin was leaned over the top of Yoongi’s piano, arms spread out and cheek pressed to the cool surface. Yoongi was messing with a tune, hands skimming over the keys while Jimin listened idly. Jimin’s eyes were shut, brain fogged with exhaustion. The only thought on his mind was how nice it’d be to have a glass of wine that evening.
Yoongi played a string of notes, paused, then a variation.
“I like the first version,” Jimin mumbled.
He heard Yoongi scribble down the notes. He continued on.
Jimin hummed to the nameless song, stretching his arm out further until his hand hung over the keys. He arched his back and shifted his feet before settling his upper half back down against the piano.
Yoongi stopped, silence strung throughout the apartment. He grasped Jimin’s hand, thumb smoothing over Jimin’s new diamond ring. Jimin liked how much it sparkled under the sunlight.
“This is pretty,” Yoongi commented.
Jimin smiled. “Thanks. My hyungie got it for me.”
“Mm, how nice of him,” Yoongi played along. Yoongi bent down and began kissing Jimin’s short fingers, slow with evident adoration. He pressed his lips to Jimin’s knuckles, then to the aforementioned ring.
Jimin giggled. “Get back to your song. I really like it,” Jimin sighed.
“How can you say that when you’re such a distraction?” Yoongi inquired.
“I thought I was your muse,” Jimin pouted, eyes fluttering open to meet Yoongi’s mirthful expression.
“That explains why I can only write stupidly soft love songs.”
“Because I haven’t been able to slut drop lately?”
“Yeah, that’s why,” Yoongi chuckled.
“Don’t worry, Yoon. I’ll be slut dropping again by July.”
The front door clicked open then, rousing them from their love-struck bubble. Jungkook walked in, looking a bit disheveled. He’d been out all evening with some university friends. Jimin hoped he didn’t have too much to drink. Otherwise, it’d be a rough school morning.
Jungkook hesitated on his path toward them, observing the layout he’d stepped into. “I really hate to interrupt this romantic scene,” he said slowly, taking the remaining steps required to stop by the piano. “But look,” he urged, dropping a magazine beside Jimin.
Jimin pushed himself up, squinting down at the cover, only to be confronted with his own face. His lower half wasn’t visible in the paparazzi’s shot, his obvious pregnancy hidden either by chance or intention. “Infidelity?!” The title read, followed by a subtitle in smaller text, “Agust D’s supposed partner caught in compromising position with new national sweetheart, Jeon Jungkook!”
“You paid for this?” Yoongi asked.
“That’s not the concern, hyung,” Jungkook said tensely.
“Like, with your actual, hard-earned money?”
“Yoongi,” Jimin muttered. “He’s concerned about this ridiculous gossip story.”
“Oh, I know. He doesn’t need to be concerned about it, though.”
Jungkook reeled back, confused. “What?”
“I mean, obviously they’re reading the situation wrong—”
“You don’t think Jimin-hyung and I should be more discreet?”
Yoongi scoffed, almost smiling in amusement. “This would’ve gotten out eventually. We’ll just clarify the truth of the situation later. If we do it on our own terms, we clean up your public image while still ignoring this attempt at a drama piece.”
Jimin nodded. “I guess it’d be a good idea to finally confirm our relationship, hyung. And honestly, there are so many fun ways we could do it. A music video, a big surprise interview announcement—”
“A concert,” Yoongi stated.
Jungkook and Jimin glanced down at him quizzically.
“Triple A has a concert in Seoul next month. I could bring you guys out then. Clean, simple, effective,” Yoongi explained.
“Would that really be okay?” Jungkook asked, still hesitant. “I mean, announcing to the world that we’re all together?”
“The truth is the best route,” Jimin reasoned. “Right, hyung?”
Yoongi exhaled and brushed his hair back. “I know you’re concerned about public image, Kook. But honestly, we’re not going to lose business over this. If anything, it’ll draw more attention to KM. Not that this is any sort of publicity stunt,” he clarified. “And we’ll have to make sure people know it isn’t a stunt. But seriously, curious eyes are more eyes all the same.”
Jungkook’s posture relaxed, seemingly more at ease with Yoongi’s plan. “Alright,” he said slowly. “We’re gonna have to do a lot of follow-up interviews, aren’t we?”
Yoongi chuckled. “Yup. You should probably prepare yourself. The media can be a bitch.”
“Fun,” Jimin said dryly.
Jungkook wrapped his arms around Jimin’s waist and pressed his face into the crook of the omega’s neck. He sighed. Jimin placed his hands over Jungkook’s, patting him sympathetically.
Jungkook pushed Jimin further back into the pillows, lips skimming along his jaw, mouthing down where he sucked and licked at the flushed skin. Jimin inhaled a shuddering breath, fingers threaded through Jungkook’s hair and nerves on fire. He was bathing in the alpha’s scent, his own barely detectable once he had laved over Jimin’s scent gland.
So maybe it had been a long week. A long week with passive-aggressive fans, a few pop quizzes, and a particularly handsy alpha classmate that hadn’t taken the hint when Jungkook glared him down. At least Jungkook had the self-control to not snap and wrench Jimin away from the other’s wandering, feather-light touches. Jimin didn’t think the classmate was doing it on purpose. Rather, he was achingly friendly. That fact hadn’t stopped Jungkook from crowding Jimin the moment they got home, however.
Jimin threw an arm over Jungkook’s back, attempting to anchor himself as the alpha nipped his neck, much too close to where a mating mark would be placed for the action to be a coincidence. He trailed lower and sucked dark marks onto Jimin’s collarbone, then back up to his throat, basking in Jimin’s short whines and stuttered breaths.
Jimin clutched him tighter when Jungkook nipped the underside of his jaw. “You’re leaving a lot of marks,” Jimin pointed out, distracted by the heat pooling inside him.
“Hyung said we don’t have to be discreet,” Jungkook said simply, voice uncharacteristically rough.
Jimin rolled his eyes. “Brat,” muttered. Jimin hissed when he bit down particularly hard at the juncture between his neck and shoulder. Jungkook licked over the mark in apology.
He kissed his way back up to Jimin’s mouth, tongue quickly parting Jimin’s plush lips in a breathless kiss. Jimin squirmed under his touch, overwhelmed and overstimulated by the hand gripping his hip, the fingers along his jaw, and the heady scent surrounding him.
“Wow, steamy,” a casual voice said from the doorway.
Jungkook pulled back immediately, flushed face set in shock. Jimin sat up, absolutely mortified as he met Taehyung’s eyes.
Taehyung sucked at the straw of one of Jungkook’s banana milks. “So this is what you guys get up to when Yoongi’s at work.”
Jimin’s neck prickled with heat. He snatched up the nearest pillow and chucked it at Taehyung, the beta just barely managing to duck out of the way. “Why are you here?” Jimin screeched.
“I was just—”
Jimin grabbed another pillow and flung it at his best friend even harder. Taehyung swerved and took cover in the hall.
“Look, Chim—” He attempted again, peeking his head around the corner.
Jimin held up yet another pillow in warning. “Go away! I’m not decent!”
“I’ve seen you when you’re in heat! Chill!” Taehyung exclaimed, disappearing out of sight, nevertheless. “I’ll be in the living room. Come out when you’re decent,” he mocked, deep voice echoing down the hall.
Jimin huffed, cheeks still aflame as he adjusted his shirt. He combed his fingers through his hair, then leaned down and groaned into his hands. Jungkook finally shook himself from his frozen state, cleaning up his own appearance as well.
“I hate him. I hate him so much,” Jimin muttered. “I never should have given him that code.”
Jungkook cleared his throat and pointed at Jimin’s neck. Jimin ran his fingertips over the still wet skin, wincing when he poked an especially tender mark.
“How bad is it?”
Jungkook’s expression tensed. “Uh, pretty bad.”
Jimin sighed and reached across the mattress to retrieve a sweatshirt Jungkook had thrown off mere minutes ago. He tugged it on indignantly, crossing his arms with a scowl.
“God, Yoongi’s gonna make it his fucking mission to mark up the other side when he sees this mess. Thanks, Kook.”
“Sorry,” he muttered half-heartedly.
“No, you aren’t,” Jimin said, sliding off the bed. “Let’s go see what the hell Tae’s up to.”
Jimin walked—it was nearly a waddle by this point—out into the living room, fixing Taehyung was an arched brow, demanding some sort of explanation.
Taehyung was lounging on the sofa as if he owned the damn place. He grinned sheepishly at Jimin. “In my defense, I knocked three times before entering. So really, I’m not at fault.”
“Incorrect conclusion, but whatever. Why are you here?”
“Oh, right. I’ve got a linguistics test in a couple days and I need your notes from last year.”
Jimin frowned. “You’ll have to search through the pile yourself. I don’t keep everything.”
“Fine,” Taehyung shrugged. His eyes trailed Jungkook as he emerged from the hall, heading toward the kitchen. His attention returned to Jimin, gaze trailing down. Taehyung stood, hand outstretched toward Jimin’s belly. “And how’s my perfect niece doing?”
Jimin swatted his hand away. “You’ve temporarily lost touching privileges.”
“Chim,” Taehyung whined.
Jimin gave him a stern look.
Taehyung only continued to pout, retreating toward the counter to bug Jungkook. “Gimme more of that flavored milk, Kookie.”
“No,” Jungkook said, shutting the fridge with two drinks in hand. “You can have water.” He slid a bottle over to Taehyung.
“You guys are terrible hosts,” Taehyung stated, twisting off the cap anyway.
Jimin lowered himself onto the couch, movements slower than usual, limbs exhausted by the day’s activities. He exhaled heavily and rubbed his stomach.
“So the due date’s pretty close,” Taehyung drawled, seemingly making conversation as he observed Jimin.
“Still two months away,” Jungkook replied, crossing the space to settle beside Jimin.
“But you’re at the stage where you should seriously be considering names, right?” Taehyung said excitedly. Jimin had an idea where this was going. “And lucky for you, I’ve got plenty of name suggestions. Okay, listen. Choonhee, Haewon, Hosook—"
“It’s okay, Tae. We’ve already got our own list,” Jimin interjected, offering a weak smile. They’d been narrowing down that list substantially in the past few weeks. They were down to just a handful of names at this point.
“Seriously? I’m guessing you’ve each got favorites?”
“There’s one I’m really partial to,” Jungkook admitted.
“Well? What is it?” Taehyung insisted.
“Sorry, hyung. It’s a secret.”
“Cheeky bastard,” Taehyung sighed. “As a godparent, I think I have a right to know.”
“One of four godparents,” Jimin reminded teasingly.
“Oh, god. Don’t say that. You sound like Yoongi.”
“I think couples just rub off on each other enough that they eventually become one person,” Jungkook said.
Taehyung arched a brow. “That apply to poly groups too?”
Jungkook shrugged. “Give us a few years, and I guess we’ll see.”
Jimin rolled his eyes, hiding his smile behind a raised palm.
Ω
Halfway through Yoongi’s set, he remained on stage, drinking from a water bottle as the crowd settled. Jimin and Jungkook were backstage, off to the side where they could still see Yoongi. Yoongi waited, observing the fans before him, and adjusted his ear piece. “We’re going to take a short break so I can talk about a personal matter,” Yoongi said clearly, voice still rough and low from use. “It’s probably something you’ve seen in the media recently.”
He brushed his damp hair back, sweat running down his temples. He began to pace slowly, addressing the audience in an attentive manner. “As I’m sure everyone knows, I’m not very open about my personal life. I’ve refrained from making announcements or putting any sort of spotlight on those close to me. Someone I’ve kept particularly quiet about is my long-time partner, Park Jimin.”
Jimin pressed his cheek against Jungkook’s shoulder, anxious but thankful he couldn’t see the audience’s reaction.
“It was a decision we made early on, considering Jimin’s been in school and living out a rather normal life. We’ve always agreed that we’d like to maintain some sense of privacy when it comes to our relationship. But there’ve been a lot of changes lately, in our life, my career, and everything outside. So I’m taking a moment to finally talk about it.
“I started dating Jimin about three years ago. He was hired as a temporary backup dancer, and things really took off from there. I can’t say I was really looking for anything serious. I’ve always been focused on music, but Jimin managed to wedge himself into my heart.”
Yoongi glanced to the side briefly, gaze catching Jimin’s. Jimin managed an encouraging smile.
Yoongi cleared his throat, then held his mic back up to continue. “Just a year back I met an aspiring producer named Jungkook for the first time in person. Joon and I offered him an internship after that first interview. I didn’t get the opportunity to really talk to Jungkook that much back then. We were busy preparing for the tour, and of course, our own music.
“But by chance, Jimin met Jungkook the following September.”
Jungkook squeezed Jimin’s hand.
“There’s a lot of filler in between, obviously,” Yoongi said with a shrug. “Parts of the story I can’t tell because I was overseas. When I got back, though, I started to work with Jungkook more. There’s this unique feeling when you know you just click with someone. It was the same thing I felt all those years back with Jimin, and I had to admit it was dizzyingly similar with Jungkook. The interesting thing was that Jimin liked Kook too. So to keep it simpler than the actual ordeal was: Jimin and I began to date Jungkook in December.” He paused, giving the audience a moment to murmur amongst themselves until he reiterated the confirmation. “Yes, all three of us are in a mutual relationship.
“Now here’s the most life-changing part of this all that I’ve been meaning to tell you guys for a long while. Back in September, when a lot of this started, Jimin found out he was pregnant. And about seven months later, here we are—expecting our first kid.” Yoongi couldn’t bite back his smile. “She’s due in June.”
Jimin exhaled, preparing himself to step out alongside Jungkook.
“Everyone, meet my family.”
Ω
Jimin returned home from an afternoon study session at Taehyung’s apartment, stumbling upon a perplexing scene. “What are you guys doing?”
Classical music was playing low in the background, the couch was pushed toward the wall, and Yoongi and Jungkook were practically chest to chest.
“Jungkook doubted whether I could slow dance. And clearly I can,” Yoongi answered as they swung through the motions, Jungkook’s steps obviously more calculated. Jimin had no clue how this argument began, nor did he have the energy to question it further.
“Clearly your steps are off. You really go to high class events with this waltz, hyung? Shameful,” Jungkook said, frowning down at their feet.
“Maybe if you’d just let me lead—”
“I’m the experienced one here. I should lead.”
“Fuck that. I’m older.”
“As if age has anything to do with waltzing.”
“Look, Jungkook. I’m going to win at this, because I’m a competitor at my core,” Yoongi stated, dead serious.
“How is this a competition?” Jungkook asked, perplexed.
“I don’t know, but I will make it one.”
“I love you, but sometimes I question your sanity,” Jungkook said slowly.
Yoongi swerved them roughly to one side.
“Oh my god, stay in formation!”
“This is how a winner waltzes. Not that you would know,” Yoongi said, chin high and expression mirthful over Jungkook’s blatant frustration. Jimin could tell Yoongi wasn’t actually invested in the dispute—he just loved getting the chance to rile Jungkook up.
Yet as they continued to struggle, movements stiff and forceful, Jimin couldn’t help furrowing his brows as he observed, genuinely speechless.
“No, this is how a winner waltzes. Correctly!” Jungkook insisted.
Yoongi suddenly tugged Jungkook down to his level, kissing him firmly until Jungkook’s posture eased up and he halted completely. They seemed to really be getting into it, the kiss somehow as intense as their argument, when Yoongi pulled back just as abruptly.
“What was that?” Jungkook gasped.
“An aversion. Look, I just won,” he said matter-of-factly.
“Obviously that was cheating.”
“Oh, I thought this wasn’t a competition?”
Jungkook stared at Yoongi, dumbfounded.
“Alright, I’m not even going to try to wrap my head around whatever flirting tactic this has been,” Jimin said, drifting toward the hall. “I’m gonna go lay down.”
He often found himself walking with a hand supporting his belly, too big to feel secure even walking. Every movement was a chore for Jimin these days. He required help getting out of bed, standing up, ascending stairs. Whatever his endeavor, either Jungkook were Yoongi were hovering by his side. Jimin was honestly ready to be done with it.
Jimin stepped into the bedroom with a yawn. He stopped by the foot of the bed, taking in the stacks of small clothes laid out. He picked up a garment gently, unfolding it to fully see a spring green dress. “Baby clothes,” he murmured to himself, confused over the sheer amount of it.
“A gift from Jin. He dropped by today to give them to us,” Yoongi said, entering behind him. “Kook and I haven’t gotten around to putting them away in the nursery yet.”
“Evidently,” Jimin mutt ered. “Did you tell him this is a little… much?”
“Of course, but it’s not like he ever listens.”
“True,” Jimin shrugged.
Yoongi wrapped an arm around his waist. “How was studying with Tae?”
“Boring,” Jimin sighed, resting his head on Yoongi’s shoulder. “We played with Yeontan and Hobi-hyung baked muffins. But the studying itself was still so bland. We’re both ready to just graduate already. It’s so close, Yoon.”
Yoongi hummed.
“I want to celebrate that school is ending for good, but I’m also super aware I have to jump into parenting right after. Being an adult is rough, hyung,” Jimin said.
“Hey, at least you’ll get to drink again.”
“Sure, once the baby’s done breastfeeding. I know technically a little bit of alcohol isn’t going to mess with the milk, but knowing me, it’s never just one or two drinks.”
“Well, you’re aware of your habits. That’s something,” Yoongi mused. “You feel okay about the parenting thing, though? You think you’re ready?”
“Like you said, we can’t be completely prepared,” Jimin said softly. “But yeah, I’m ready. As much as I can be.”
Ω
Jimin was napping, burrowed into his nest with a blanket pulled up to his chin, when Yoongi quietly padded into the room and knelt beside him. Jimin’s hand rested by his head, palm up and fingers curled. He was only partially conscious, limbs heavy with sleep and lips parted.
Yoongi grasped Jimin’s hand, playing with his fingers as he watched the omega. He must have assumed Jimin was asleep, by his light touch and overall care put in to not disturbing him. Yoong leaned down and pressed kisses onto Jimin’s fingers, then further to his small wrist. Soon his nose was pressed to Jimin’s neck. Yoongi lingered there for a long while, and Jimin didn’t mind, actually rather enjoying the alpha’s scent surrounding him.
“I think about mating you,” Yoongi whispered, breath brushing against Jimin’s warm skin. “Probably too often.”
It took Jimin a few moments to process the confession, silence hanging in the still air. “You do?” He breathed.
Yoongi sighed, then inhaled Jimin’s scent. “Thought you were asleep.”
A smile bloomed on Jimin’s lips. “Sorry, should I just forget what you said?”
Yoongi chuckled low in his chest. “No, of course not. I just haven’t been sure how to talk about it, especially with everything else happening.”
“Stuff’s chaotic,” Jimin hummed in agreement.
“But when things settle down…”
“When things settle down,” Jimin echoed, “I’d like that, to be your mate.”
Yoongi smiled against him, then kissed Jimin’s neck. He sat up, hovering above Jimin who finally managed to open his bleary eyes. Yoongi kissed his cheek, his forehead, the tip of his nose. “I didn’t expect to have a successful proposal today.”
“Life’s full of surprises, Yoon,” Jimin murmured. Jimin brushed his hand against Yoongi’s shoulder, gripped him lightly, and pulled him down into a proper kiss. “We need to talk with Kook about mating too. Let him know it’s okay for him to wait ‘til he’s ready.”
Yoongi nodded, brushing Jimin’s hair back. “Tae re-dyed your roots?”
“Mm. I wanna look good even if I feel like soggy bread.”
Yoongi arched a brow in amusement.
“Seriously, hyung. I’m so big, it’s ridiculous. I think Kook’s just going to have to carry me everywhere.”
“Don’t break his back.”
Jimin scoffed. “It’s my back that’s been hurting lately. Anyway, I may be complaining about being heavy, but I’m not that heavy.”
“Right, sunshine. Of course,” Yoongi snickered. Yoongi pinched Jimin’s cheek as he pouted. “You gonna be sleeping today?”
“Probably,” Jimin sighed. “I did some studying this morning. Luckily I only have two finals this term. I finished the first one and some other final projects last week.”
“Such a good boy,” Yoongi cooed teasingly.
“Stop, you sound like your mother,” Jimin complained.
Yoongi settled his hand beside Jimin’s head. Jimin reached up to grasp it. “You have a meeting today, yeah?”
“From one to three. I’ll have to leave for the studio soon, unfortunately,” Yoongi said.
“Numbers talk?”
“Yup, the worst kind. Joon’s leading it, though, so I don’t have to pay too much attention to the investors. They have too many opinions.”
“How rough,” Jimin murmured, taking in Yoongi’s mild frown. “Bring me back some chai tea. I’ve been craving it.”
“While we’re on the topic of food—” Jungkook drawled, stepping into the doorway.
“Tea isn’t food,” Yoongi corrected.
“—I would like lamb skewers.”
“Seriously?”
“C’mon, hyung,” Jungkook whined. “I’ve been studying all day.”
Jimin nudged Yoongi. “Look at him being studious for once. Treat him to the skewers, hyung.”
Jungkook nodded along excitedly.
Yoongi deflated. “Fine.”
“Yes,” Jungkook cheered under his breath.
“Alright, I gotta go,” Yoongi said, releasing Jimin’s hand and rising to his feet. “You brats better not break anything while I’m gone.”
“So we can break things when you get back?” Jungkook questioned.
Jimin muffled a giggle with his blanket.
Yoongi walked up to Jungkook and fixed him with a dull look. Jungkook appeared somewhat sheepish. “Just be safe,” Yoongi muttered, shaking his head.
“Love you!” Jimin shouted as Yoongi retreated down the hall.
Jungkook loitered in the doorway, staring at Jimin’s position burrowed into the mass of fabric. “Comfortable?”
“Surprisingly, yes,” Jimin said.
“Wanna come hang out with me in the living room while I write an essay?”
“Sure, on two conditions.”
“Okay?”
“One, I still get to sleep.”
“Cool, done.”
“Two, you carry me over there.”
Jungkook pursed his lips in mock contemplation.
“Please,” Jimin whined, fixing him with doe-eyes.
Jungkook rolled his eyes. “Yeah, alright.”
The next time Jimin woke, it was to a sharp pain in his abdomen. He figured it was another false contraction, as he’d been experiencing them throughout the past month or so. Jimin didn’t stir from his position curled into the couch, figuring he could just drift back to sleep. Then he felt the dampness between his legs, and Jimin startled to full consciousness.
Jimin pulled back the blanket across his lap with labored breathing, scared that his water had broken while he was unconscious. While his sweats were soaked, it was much worse than Jimin had thought.
“Kookie,” Jimin said shakily.
Jungkook rushed out of the kitchen, halting by the couch, wide-eyed. “What’s wrong?”
“There’s blood. A lot of it,” Jimin mumbled, throat restricting and tears pricking his eyes.
Jungkook stared at Jimin’s red-stained sweats for only a moment before he snapped back to reality. “Dr. Lee said to call if there was a little blood. She said to go to the hospital if it was more than spotting,” he said swiftly, running to grab his phone and the car keys. “So we’re going to the hospital. Call hyung.”
“Oh god. There’s something wrong with her, isn’t there?” Jimin said in shock, still sat frozen. “My baby—”
“Is going to be fine,” Jungkook said firmly. “I need you to pull yourself together right now, okay? Don’t worry over something we can’t help. Just grab your phone and call Yoongi while I get you to the hospital.”
Jimin nodded numbly, barely even registering Jungkook’s arms around him as he picked Jimin up and rushed them out of the apartment. Jimin searched for Yoongi’s contact with quivering hands, wading through his own fog of panic overtaking his head. By the time Jimin hit call, they were already down at the car, Jungkook reaching over Jimin to buckle him in. He hurried over to the driver’s side and started the car.
Yoongi answered. “Jimin, you know I can’t talk right now—”
“Hyung, it’s an emergency,” Jungkook spoke up, grip tight on the steering wheel.
“Kook? What’s going on?”
“Jimin woke up bleeding, so we’re driving to the hospital.”
“Shit,” Yoongi muttered, pulling away from the receiver to speak to Namjoon. “I’m heading over there now. Jimin, baby, how do you feel? Are you in pain?”
“No, just—” Jimin hissed between his teeth, hand on the swell of his belly. “Just contractions.”
“Alright, okay,” Yoongi muttered, seemingly to himself. “I have to hang up so I can drive. I need you to stay calm. Can you both do that?”
Jimin inhaled a shuddering breath. “I’m trying.”
“We’ll be fine,” Jungkook said. “We’ll see you soon.”
“Okay. Love you,” Yoongi said, phone beeping right after.
Jimin wrapped his arms around himself and shut his eyes. He was too terrified to think about what could be wrong, or what kind of state his baby could be in. He thought he’d done everything right. He’d been careful, safe. Yet the blood soaking his clothes clearly told another story.
“Breathe, hyung,” Jungkook said gently. “We’ll be there soon.”
“She’s gonna be fine,” Jimin said weakly, willing himself to believe it.
“Mm. She’s gonna be fine.”
Entering the emergency room was a dramatic ordeal. The time between Jimin’s contractions had lessened, leaving him wincing while Jungkook carried him inside. Jungkook urged for help, quickly explaining how far along Jimin was and how heavily he’d been bleeding. Jimin knew Jungkook was just as afraid as he was, could smell it in his heightened scent. Jimin refused to let go of Jungkook when doctors arrived to wheel him away.
Jimin tried to quell his panic as he was questioned, examined, and eventually underwent an ultrasound. Jungkook was forced to wait outside for the examinations, but once the doctor determined Jimin wasn’t in immediate danger, Jungkook was allowed inside the room.
Jungkook rushed to his side and pressed his forehead against Jimin’s chest, close to crying as Jimin brushed his fingers through the younger’s hair. Yoongi arrived soon after that, taking up Jimin’s other side, holding his hand tightly.
Jimin had requested Dr. Lee at the start, and she was the one to lay out the entirety of the news when she arrived.
Lee offered sympathetic smiles after she’d looked over the examination results, standing at the foot of the bed while Jimin watched her expectantly. “We figured it was placenta previa,” she began, flipping a page and tilting her head. “But looking at the ultrasound results, that conclusion was clearly wrong. Which, of course, means you don’t need a c-section.”
Jimin exhaled slowly. “So I don’t have to have the baby today?”
“Well, there’s still the issue of the bleeding and your contractions,” Lee corrected. “The bleeding is too excessive to be a showing. However, your baby still looks healthy. Honestly, it looks like it may just be your body preparing you for labor. Considering the back pain and how far apart your contractions are, I’m going to go ahead and say it’ll be go time soon.”
“Go time? As in giving birth?” Yoongi clarified.
“Yup,” she answered simply, as if the whole ordeal could be that simple. “The bleeding’s already let up, so that isn’t going to be a concern. We’ll give it a few more hours, and you should be ready to push.”
Jimin gaped, holding onto his boyfriends tighter. “N-no, I can’t. I’ve got a final in two days,” Jimin argued. “She can’t stay in there just a little while longer? I’m only at thirty-seven weeks.”
“Jimin, I’m sorry, but you’re actively in labor. She’s ready to come out a bit early,” Dr. Lee stated mildly. “If it makes you feel better, you’ll recover much faster this way than if you had needed a caesarean. By the looks of your contractions, it’s not going to be long too.”
“Jimin,” Yoongi said softly, drawing his attention. Yoongi caressed his cheek, frowning at Jimin’s troubled expression. “If it’s time, it’s time.”
“A-alright,” Jimin murmured, nodding to Lee.
She nodded in return. “Great. I’ll let the staff know we’re delivering your baby this evening.” She scrunched up her nose as she walked toward the exit. “How exciting.”
Jimin deflated into the stiff bed once they were alone again. He rubbed Jungkook’s back, the younger still attached to Jimin as if the omega could disappear at any moment. “You okay, Kookie?” Jimin mumbled.
Jungkook hummed.
“Did they make him wait outside?” Yoongi asked.
“Yeah,” Jimin said solemnly.
“Worst fifteen minutes of my life,” Jungkook said, voice muffled.
“Was it that long? I sorta just blocked everything out,” Jimin replied.
Yoongi’s jaw was tense. He leaned further into Jimin’s space, coping with his own period of downright terror. He pressed his lips chastely to Jimin’s temple, then rested his forehead against Jimin’s shoulder.
“I’m so fucking grateful you’re okay,” he muttered. “I felt like the world was ending walking out of that meeting. I probably looked a mess too.”
“Didn’t run any red lights on the way, did you?”
Yoongi chuckled breathlessly. “Only one.”
”And you’ve been telling us to be safe,” Jimin reprimanded halfheartedly.
“Hey, we all made it in one piece, didn’t we?” Yoongi reasoned. “I mean, a little emotionally traumatized, but we’re here all the same.”
Jimin squeezed his hand as a particularly sharp contraction hit. “I was just about to say how much I’m going to miss carrying her around,” Jimin said. “But never mind. I’m ready to get my body back.”
Jungkook finally lifted his head. “Then we can do proper choreographies.”
“And by that you mean girl group choreos?”
“Obviously,” Jungkook replied with a tired smile.
“I look forward to it.”
“Don ‘t forget the slut drops,” Yoongi reminded.
“Oh yeah, even better,” Jimin said.
Jimin smoothed a hand over his belly, a little sad to bid this chapter of his life goodbye, yet so much more excited to step into the future. The past months had been an insane adventure, and Jimin was warmed by the thought of meeting his baby after all this time, seeing her face to face and holding her close. He knew all this pain and worry would be worth it.
Yoongi twined their fingers together, small smile adorning his lips as Jimin brought their hands to rest over their baby together. They basked in one of their final moments of peace.
“Well, we made it. The end of the road,” Yoongi said quietly.
“The final frontier,” Jungkook added.
“The goddamn finish line,” Jimin agreed.
“Except, y’know, the actual hard part starts from here on out,” Jungkook pointed out, nuzzling further against Jimin.
Jimin kissed the top of his head and sighed. “Let’s pretend, just for now, that this is the worst of it.”
Yoongi called their friends to fill them in a bit later that evening. He promised to let them know when the baby actually arrived. Jimin powered through a few more hours of contractions, until just after seven o’clock when he was given the okay to push.
A blur of minutes later, after shouting, curses, and some tears on Jimin’s part, there was crying, and Jimin heard his baby’s voice for the first time. He was weak from blood loss and struggling to steady his breathing, but he still whined for her, arms outstretched and waiting for a nurse to hand her over.
Yoongi and Jungkook were still glued to his sides, expressions reverent as Jimin was given his daughter. Her wailing died down once she was in her father’s embrace, soothed by his touch and scent. Jimin pulled her close to his chest, crying quietly as he nuzzled against her soft cheek.
“She’s perfectly healthy,” Dr. Lee told Yoongi, knowing full well Jimin was no longer paying attention to the world around him.
“Thank you,” Yoongi replied quietly, promptly turning back to Jimin.
Jungkook could only stare at her, lips parted with a steadying hand on Jimin’s thigh.
“You did so well, Jimin. So strong, baby,” Yoongi murmured praises, rubbing his arm soothingly and pressing a kiss to his cheek. Yoongi brushed Jimin’s hair back, doting on him gently as Jimin’s shoulders shook with overwhelming emotion.
“Hi, Jiae,” Jungkook whispered, hesitant to touch her just yet. “I’m Jungkook. Or I guess you’ll be calling me Baba, yeah?”
Yoongi smiled warmly at Jungkook, observing the intimate scene.
“Don’t worry, Papa’s happy crying right now,” Jungkook continued. “We’re all so glad to finally meet you. You’re even cuter than I could’ve imagined.”
She looked quite a lot like Jimin, from her eyes to her round cheeks.
“Welcome to the world,” Yoongi said softly, reaching out to caress her rosy cheek and brush his thumb across the curve of her nose—a nose that undeniably resembled Yoongi’s.
“I love you so much, baby,” Jimin breathed out in a quivering voice. “My pretty, perfect Jiae.”
Ω
Jimin walked into his music theory final in a hoodie and sweats. Under normal circumstances, Jimin wouldn’t even consider leaving home like this. His classmates were used to his neat, glittering jewelry, and immaculately organized outfits. This morning, however, Jimin was a scene of mild chaos.
Jungkook looked his usual in casual athletic wear, although the dark circles under his eyes were more prominent. None of them had really gotten much sleep in the past two days.
Jimin drew eyes as he passed the front of the classroom. He paused and sighed. “As I’m sure you’ve noticed, I had my baby on Saturday,” he announced in a rough voice. “I’m still recovering, but this is my last final, so fuck it.”
A hesitant hand raised to the left.
“Yeah?” Jimin addressed. He pushed his hair back, then pulled the hood up.
“What’s their name?” The girl questioned.
“Her name is Min Jiae. She was born a bit early, weighing six pounds and two ounces. If anyone would like to see baby pictures, hit me up after the test. My phone’s full of them,” Jimin stated, grabbing Jungkook’s hand and walking to their seats.
Jimin pulled out a black pen, frowning at how bland it was in comparison to his usual array of colors. “We’re only allowed black for in-class essays,” Jimin explained once Jungkook had noticed.
“Oh. Is it still glittery?”
Jimin mustered a smile. “Yup.”
Jimin’s phone buzzed with a text from Yoongi. Yoongi was at home Jiae while Jimin and Jungkook were out. Jimin knew she was in good hands, yet he was still anxious to get home and be around her. It didn’t feel right being away from his baby when she was still so young.
Jungkook glanced down at the screen as Jimin opened the message. There were a few pictures of Jiae in her crib, expression peaceful and lips parted. “She’s still asleep. I think all that crying last night wore her out.”
“She’s so cute when she’s not screaming at three a.m.,” Jungkook said.
“Ha,” Jimin muttered, typing out a reply. “Let’s hope she stays like that for a couple more hours.”
"That would be ideal. Good luck on the test.”
“Hyung says good luck,” Jimin informed, silencing his phone and dropping it into his bag.
“I don’t need luck. I studied,” Jungkook said proudly.
“A miracle in its own right.”
“Not everyone can be honors students like you.”
“Aw, thanks,” Jimin smirked.
The professor walked in, slow as always, holding a stack of papers. “Everything away except a pen or pencil,” he instructed.
Jungkook clicked his pen nervously as the professor passed out the exams. When he reached their table, he paused, glancing up from his stack to squint at Jimin and his not flat, but no longer pregnant stomach. “Park, you could have asked for a rescheduling.”
“It’s fine. I may be tired, but I can handle a couple hours away from home,” Jimin brushed off.
The professor hummed. “Alright. Congrats, by the way.”
“Thank you,” Jimin said sweetly, accepting the exam and getting to work.
“We survived,” Jimin announced as they entered the apartment. He stretched his arms, wanting nothing more than to collapse into a pile of pillows and never write an essay again. “Oh my god, I’m done with essays, aren’t I?”
“Don’t rub it in,” Jungkook sighed.
Jimin heard wailing from the living room. He followed the noise to find Jiae cradled to Yoongi’s chest, the alpha rocking her and shushing her as she released half-hearted sobs.
“She just woke up,” Yoongi said, turning to face Jimin. “How’d the exam go?”
“Pretty good,” Jimin answered, reaching out to rub Jiae’s back. “It’s safe to say I passed.”
“This semester was too long. I want to sleep for a decade,” Jungkook complained, flopping down on the couch.
“I wish,” Jimin muttered in agreement.
“I think she’s hungry,” Yoongi said.
“Okay,” Jimin replied, picking her up gently. Jiae protested weakly as she was removed from Yoongi’s embrace, but settled when she was wrapped in Jimin’s warmth and scent.
Jimin sat down to feed her, pulling off his hoodie and sinking into the sofa cushions as he tried to remain awake. Jimin played with her wisps of black hair while she suckled.
“Jin called earlier,” Yoongi said quietly.
“Mm?” Jimin acknowledged.
“He thinks he’ll come by with food this afternoon.”
“That’s nice,” Jimin mumbled. “God knows none of us have the energy to cook for ourselves.”
“You gonna be okay to walk next week?”
“I’ve been waiting for this for four years, hyung. I’ll manage,” he said firmly. Jimin muffled a yawn and lifted Jiae up to his neck when she was done. He readjusted his shirt while she nuzzled against him. “Such a good girl,” he cooed, patting her gently.
Jimin glanced up and met Yoongi’s eyes. Yoongi smiled sympathetically. “Wanna nap?”
“Yes,” Jimin huffed.
“I’ll rock her ‘til she falls back asleep,” Yoongi offered, bending down to their level.
Jimin hummed in appreciation, then leaned forward to kiss Yoongi. Jimin held Jiae for a moment longer, turning to press his lips to her temple, breathing in her sweet, milky scent. Jimin pried her away carefully, content to see how willingly she clung to Yoongi.
Yoongi began to pace, rocking Jiae as her lashes fluttered, eyelids heavy with exhaustion. Jimin shifted to the other end of the couch where Jungkook had sprawled out, crawling on top of him and cuddling into the crook of his arm, head on the alpha’s chest. Jungkook wrapped an arm around Jimin’s waist.
Ω
“Watch what happens when you poke her nose, Tae,” Jimin giggled, hovering over Jiae on his stomach, the three of them sprawled out on the blanketed floor in the living room.
Jimin bopped the tip of her nose, scrunching his own up in delight when she wiggled hers. Taehyung cooed, playing with her tiny fist. “Yeontanie sneezes when you touch his nose.”
“Don’t compare your dog baby to my human baby,” Jimin said.
“Chim,” Taehyung whined. “They’re basically cousins.”
“I pushed Jiae out of me,” Jimin said firmly.
“Fine,” Taehyung huffed. “I’ll just have to find a human baby of my own to compare to yours.”
“No,” Hoseok objected from the kitchen where he was assisting Seokjin in cooking breakfast. “Just because Jimin has one doesn’t mean we need one too. At least, not now.”
Jiae gurgled and stuck her fingers in her mouth. Jimin and Taehyung turned back to her, mumbling praises.
“Jimin,” Yoongi called, rushing out of his office and taking in the scene before him. “I told you to get dressed. You guys need to be on campus in less than an hour.”
“Don’t stress, hyung. We’ll be okay,” Jimin argued.
“Go get ready,” he urged. “It’s best to be ahead of schedule anyway.”
Jungkook stumbled out from the hall, rubbing his eyes.
“Did you just wake up?” Yoongi asked him in exasperation.
Jungkook squinted, contemplating whether it was worth lying. “Uh… yes,” he said slowly.
Yoongi took a long, deep breath. “Jimin, Tae, up. Kook, sit here and watch Jiae for a minute. Hoseok your bacon’s burning. God, I need to do something with my hair,” Yoongi said, rubbing his temples. “Seriously guys, go. I can’t keep playing air traffic controller.”
Jimin sighed and struggled to his feet, waving to Jiae as he retreated. Jungkook plopped down beside her, lifting the baby into his lap as he observed the chaos in the kitchen. Seokjin was reprimanding Hoseok over the bacon while he tried to manage his own eggs. Meanwhile, Namjoon glanced up from his phone, separated from the conflict at the dining table. Jungkook blinked at him, too groggy to process much, then bent down and bounced Jiae.
Jimin had been smart enough to lay out his outfit the evening before. All he had to do was shimmy into the tight black pants and yank the flowy white blouse over his head. He left the light makeup to Taehyung, putting in his earrings while the beta messed with his own hair.
“We’re so efficient,” Jimin stated. “I don’t know what Yoongi was complaining about.”
“He’s got dad brain now,” Taehyung said. “He’s always stressed.”
Jimin chuckled. “I can’t deny that.”
They faced each other when they were finished, wearing matching grins. “Look at you,” Taehyung practically purred. “One week postpartum and looking like a snack.”
“I try,” Jimin said. “And how about your ass in those pants?”
“Right?”
“I’d smash if we weren’t mated.”
Taehyung stepped forward and pushed Jimin’s collar back. “As much as Yoongi annoys me, that’s a nice mark you’ve got there.”
Jimin brushed his fingers over the bite joyfully. “Only a couple days old.”
The labor scare had really pushed Yoongi to act on his desire to mate Jimin. They decided they’d rather not wait any longer, so after they came to their agreement, they sat down with Jungkook too. Jungkook understandably wanted to wait a few more months to make sure this permanent decision was what he wanted. Jimin and Yoongi told him they’d be perfectly ready whenever he was.
“So you finally know what I mean? About everything looking and feeling different?”
“The world’s colorful,” Jimin nodded in agreement. “Or maybe it’s just Jiae who’s had that effect on my outlook.”
“You sap,” Taehyung sighed, releasing his shirt and covering Jimin’s mark up once again. “You look happy,” he said in a quieter tone.
Jimin blushed and tucked his hair behind his ear. “Good, because I really am.”
They made it to campus on time, Jimin teasing Yoongi about how much time they still had to spare. Yoongi made sure to cover Jiae up in light, yet protective clothes to shield her from the sun. Before they got out of the car, Jungkook placed a tiny sunhat atop her head.
Jungkook took plenty of pictures of Taehyung and Jimin in their caps and gowns, the two posing in the parking lot, on campus lawns, in front of the dance hall and art building. Jiae ended up in many of pictures, surprisingly awake as she stared curiously at her new surroundings. Seokjin said she was the most energetic newborn he’d ever encountered. Of course, Jimin took that as a compliment.
Jimin bid his partners and baby goodbye with kisses all around when it was time to meet up for the ceremony. Jimin and Taehyung held hands and reminisced over their past fours once they set off alone, nostalgic over the school where they had met.
It was cooler than the forecast had predicted, thankfully. Jiae didn’t fuss much throughout the span of the graduation ceremony. On the few occasions she did start to cry, Jungkook and Yoongi took turns carrying her off somewhere private as to not disturb others until she calmed down.
Their group cheered very loudly when Taehyung was called up to accept his diploma. He flashed them a grin and gave a little twirl as he walked off stage. There were more whoops and cheers when it was Jimin’s turn to step up. He received his diploma, spotted Jungkook and Yoongi in the crowd, then blew them a kiss.
Jimin took Jiae into his arms once the graduation was over, grin on his face as he bounced her against his hip. “You’re so cute, baby. Were you good for Appa and Baba? Hmm?” He cooed as they lingered in the shade of the quad. Jimin pushed the brim of the hat back so he could see her more clearly, delighted when she poked out her tongue.
“No actual tantrums, so I’d say she did pretty great,” Jungkook answered.
Yoongi pulled Jimin against him, nose against Jimin’s neck and a rumble in his throat. “I’m so proud of you,” Yoongi murmured.
Jimin flushed pink and leaned into him. “Yeah?”
“You made it. You put in the work, even though shit got rough toward the end. But you pushed through. You’re so strong, Minie. So smart—”
Jimin giggled. “Hyung,” he whined.
Yoongi pulled away, smirking. “What’re you whining about? You loved to be praised.”
“Kookie, he’s teasing me,” Jimin sighed, facing Jungkook with a pout.
Jungkook shrugged, donning a sly grin. “But he’s right, hyung.”
Jimin hummed, pursing his lips. “I guess I am pretty smart,” he said dramatically, snickering when Yoongi grabbed his hip and pressed a kiss to his temple.
“Chim!” Taehyung called, breaking away from Hoseok, Seokjin, and Namjoon. “We’re gonna head home and get changed, then go out to eat. You in?”
“Sure. Just pick somewhere that’s not too crowded so we can bring Jiae.”
“Got it,” Taehyung sang, scampering back off, colliding with his mate in a crushing hug.
Yoongi changed Jiae into a more airy dress, making sure she’d be comfortable enough for a few more hours out of the house. Jungkook packed some diapers and a change of clothes for her. Meanwhile, Jimin put away his cap and gown, fixed his hair, and retouched his makeup.
When Jimin stepped out of the bedroom, he couldn’t spot anyone in the living room or kitchen. He wandered to the other hall, turning the corner to find the rest of his family in Jiae’s nursery. Jungkook and Yoongi were sat on the floor, shoulders touching and heads lows as they conversed quietly. Yoongi had Jiae in his lap while Jungkook held a rabbit plushy, absently waving it in front of her. Jiae was very entertained, reaching out to touch the soft material every so often.
Jimin leaned into the doorway, simply watching the intimate moment.
The alphas were talking in mere whispers; Jimin couldn’t really make out what they were saying, but Yoongi made a comment with a smirk. Jungkook snickered, falling forward and forehead brushing against Yoongi’s shoulder. Yoongi said something, Jimin only vaguely catching the phrase “charming dork.” Jungkook straightened up, only for Yoongi to shake his head incredulously and kiss him. Jungkook’s posture eased immediately, free hand moving up to cup the elder’s cheek.
Jiae noticed the rabbit had stopped moving, and looked up with doe eyes. She blinked at them, then gurgled, stealing Yoongi’s attention. He pulled away and glanced back down at her, adjusting her on his thigh as he chuckled.
“You two ready?” Jimin asked warmly, noting how Jungkook’s head shot up in surprise, then his expression eased, evidently happy to see Jimin.
Yoongi nodded and hoisted Jiae up. Jungkook collected her things. Together they stepped into the doorway, Jungkook’s fingers instinctually twining with Jimin’s. Jimin smiled at Jiae and Yoongi, bouncing her little fist, then looked at Jungkook.
Jungkook pressed his lips to Jimin’s forehead, touch gentle and loving. “Yeah. Let’s go.”