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A very pregnant Jimin stood in the pantry of his home, looking through the fully stocked shelves as he tried to find something that would satiate his cravings and help his baby stop moving inside of him. The baby in his womb was extremely hyperactive when he was hungry and it would usually calm the baby if he rocked from side to side or ate.
Jimin couldn't pinpoint exactly what he wanted to eat, but all the unhealthy junk food he felt like eating was on the shelf that was eye level with him. He put a hand under his swollen belly and cradled it, swaying from side to side as he hummed a song to himself.
Giving up on deciding to eat one snack, Jimin grabbed all the snacks he could hold in his arms. He even placed a bag of chips in between his teeth and was on his way back to the living room where he was camping out for the day. Walking, more like waddling, was exhausting when you were thirty-six weeks pregnant, so every day he would decide where to stay all day when Jungkook was off at work. The only time he got up was to pee every half hour and to get more food when he ran out.
He had an equally pregnant friend over to keep him company. Taehyung wasn't as far along as Jimin was, but he was expecting double the baby with twins. So he was as big, maybe even bigger than Jimin was, but only thirty weeks pregnant. Taehyung was his best friend and had been since they were in diapers. They grew up on the same street, were always in the same class and lost each other a bit over college, but reunited back when their college days were over and were at each other's weddings. Now they lived on the same street again and kept each other company as they were both on maternity leave from their jobs.
"Did you bring cheddar popcorn?" Taehyung asked as soon as Jimin set foot in the living room. With a bag of chips in his mouth, he couldn't answer, but he instead nodded, the bag crinkling against his chin as he did so. He walked up to Taehyung and dropped everything he had in his arms on the couch, Taehyung immediately grabbing the bag of white cheddar popcorn and chowing down on a full handful. Jimin wanted some as well but knew better than to come between Taehyung and his food. The bag would be completely empty in half an hour.
Jimin lowered himself onto the couch and pulled a very thick and woven blanket over himself to keep himself warm. It was in the dead of winter, bitter and freezing and the thermostat was on the frits and wouldn't go higher than 70 degrees, so the only thing Jimin could do was wrap up and put on layers. It was inconvenient when all of his clothes couldn't fit him and only made whatever was underneath his second layer feel tight and stuffy. That day, Jimin settled on a pair of fuzzy socks, thick sweatpants, one of Jungkook's oversized sweatshirts, and a beanie. He just looked overly comfy and was the comfiest thing he could fit into this far into his pregnancy.
"Have you thought of names yet?" Jimin asks before he stuffs a whole chips ahoy cookie into his mouth. He would usually eat his cookies with milk, but if he drank anything, within ten minutes he would have to get up and go to the bathroom and he wasn't physically or mentally prepared to do that just yet. He wanted to rest first and then attempt it later.
"Namjoon and I keep fighting over names. We haven't gotten anywhere with the names, but I guess we have some time left," Taehyung shrugged, shoving another handful of popcorn into his mouth, "I think we'll finally name them when they're about two years old," he joked, suddenly shifting as he felt one twin kick a foot into his ribs. His grimace was enough for Jimin to know what was happening.
Past his own belly, Jimin leaned forward over all the food in between him and his best friend and placed a hand on the massive belly. Since his own kid wasn't very active, Jimin mostly experienced movement from Taehyung's belly since there were two inside of him. They constantly bothered each other so if one twin kicked, the other was sure to follow and kick back, resulting in Taehyung's bladder becoming a punching bag.
"I need to pee now," Taehyung stated, starting to move but ultimately staying in the same position since he couldn't actually lift himself up from the couch without help. This had been happening for a month now and at first, Taehyung was too embarrassed to ask for help getting up, but now he wasn't as self-conscious and realized it was just Jimin, his best friend, who would have to help him up and would do so without judgment since he too was pregnant.
Jimin internally sighed, he was getting too pregnant for this. Jimin hoisted his own body off of the couch with much difficulty and after straightening out his clothes, he went on to help Taehyung get up. Jimin grabbed Taehyung's hands and with a bit of communication, Jimin was able to pull Taehyung off of the couch. The slightly younger male was finally up and off to the bathroom. Jimin stayed behind in concern and also common courtesy.
When he had pulled Taehyung up from the couch, he could feel this strain across his lower abdomen, feeling like he was pulling a muscle. It didn't feel good and it stayed with him a good amount of time before finally going away. Jimin rubbed at the area and once gone, he didn't worry about it and just sat back down, starting to munch on another cookie. The thought still lingered at the back of his head, but he was much more involved in his cookie.
After a few minutes, Taehyung waddled back into the living room and plopped back down onto the couch. With how big he was, his body just sunk into the couch, no give to the cushions with how heavy he was. Then he grabbed the other side of Jimin's blanket and draped it over himself. He may have been big and pregnant, but he was still freezing cold in that house. No amount of baby would change that.
Taehyung started on another bag of chips as the two watched tv. It had been an hour since he had last gone to the bathroom and it was a miracle that he hadn't had to before that amount of time. Jimin was grateful since he was still cramping, as he had self-diagnosed it. He had only eaten junk that whole day and had been confined to the couch, so it made sense that his body was rejecting what he was doing to it. He also guessed that they could have been Braxton hicks contractions, but whatever he was feeling was too weak than what he had felt before. The first time he felt Braxton hicks contractions, he had curled up in a ball and cried for an hour because they hurt so bad. This was not that intense, so no red flags came up.
Another half hour and they were still happening, finally setting up some red flags for Jimin. They were constant and were getting worse, and he finally decided that yes, he was in labor. But before he could voice that, Taehyung spoke up about a bathroom break.
"Can you help me up, please?" Taehyung asked, starting to move on his own but not getting very far due to how sunken into the couch he was. Jimin, ignoring his own needs, nodded and got up with a bit of difficulty and rounded in front of Taehyung, grabbing his hands, and hoisting the younger male up, and then it happened.
It was like that was the final straw as Jimin physically felt his waters break. It was like a dam had been knocked down as his pants suddenly felt heavier and much more wetter than they were. Taehyung, who was standing up now, watched as Jimin's facial expression dropped and watched as the older boy's light grey sweatpants grew darker as they soaked up the fluid, "Oh shoot," Taehyung uttered, looking back up to Jimin. Panic was obvious on his face. This was both of their first pregnancies and neither knew what to do now, "You're early."
"I'm going to call Jungkook," Jimin finally managed to get out once his head processed exactly what was happening. He also couldn't exactly tell Taehyung to go do stuff for him when he was twice as pregnant as he was, it just wouldn't be fair and didn't make sense. He needed to clean up the food mess they had made and he needed to change out of his ruined clothes. Luckily they had hardwood floors so there was nowhere for the waters to soak into, making it an easy mess to clean up.
"Do you need me to do anything?" Taehyung asked, standing there with his insanely huge belly and Jimin shot down the offer, saying how big he was and how he didn't want to overexert his friend into labor as well. Taehyung nodded and instead disregarded what Jimin told him and started grabbing the bags of food from the couch and headed towards the kitchen to put everything back. Jimin let him do whatever and headed to his room to change out of his wet pants and put on a new pair.
"Jungkook!" Jimin almost yelled into the smartphone when his husband answered, panic evident in his voice. He didn't mean for so much panic and volume to come out, but it did and it was too late to fix his mistake. Both were going to be panicked and afraid soon anyway.
Jungkook picked up on the panic and asked what was wrong, knowing it was about the baby. Jimin was pretty good alone and if something were to happen suddenly, he could take care of it on his own and would not call Jungkook. So when Jungkook got a call from his very pregnant husband, he knew it was because of the baby. He never got a call while at the office, and the only other time he had gotten a call was when Jimin was feeling Braxton hicks for the first time, thinking he was in actual labor already.
"My water broke, you need to drive me to the hospital," Jimin demanded with a voice full of panic. There was no use in hiding it now, they were on a deadline here with their baby coming any minute now, "You need to hurry, I'll call Namjoon to come and pick up-," he never had the chance to finish his statement before he felt a full-blown contraction take over his body.
It took him by surprise and Jimin had to lean forward and grab a hold of the tv stand to balance him out. It was absolutely terrible! It felt like his whole body was tightening and then expanding at the same time, his insides feeling like they were being torn apart. He felt the baby move along with his contractions and it surprised him since the baby hadn't really been moving a lot recently. His breath hitched, leaving him with a lack of oxygen as his body panicked, yet tried to stay calm. He gripped the edge of the tv stand in hopes of relieving some of the pressure, it didn't, but it helped him get some of the frustration in his body out. Maybe this is why pregnant mothers in labor held their husband's hands when pushing. Jimin was far from pushing, but he also didn't know that for sure. He didn't know what to think or do at this time. He was indefinitely terrified of what was going to happen next.
"I called Namjoon to come pick me up, but I won't leave until Jungkook is here," Taehyung assured as he entered the room again. He trailed off as he realized that Jimin was still, his eyes squeezed shut and his teeth born in a grimace as he rocked through a contraction. Taehyung could hear Jungkook yelling for Jimin on his phone, so he picked it up and answered instead, "You better come quick, he's in pain," and that was it. Taehyung hung the phone up and threw it to the side. He placed both hands on Jimin's shoulders, rubbing them and massaging them in hopes that it was helping. Taehyung had been having Braxton hicks for a while since the probability of him delivering early was high due to his carrying twins. Every time a contraction took over, Namjoon would usually massage his shoulders and it helped loads, so Taehyung hoped that it would help Jimin as much as it did him.
It did because it relieved pressure from his body, not the most concentrated area, but it still helped incredibly. Jimin's contraction ended and he gasped for breath, having held his breath the whole time he went through the contraction. His hands immediately went to his belly to cradle it as he felt the baby inside move around.
"Sit down," Taehyung insisted, leading Jimin to the couch where he hoped it would be more comfortable. Jimin plopped down and panted as his body was still suffering through the recovery of that contraction. Jimin grabbed the blanket next to him and covered himself, wanting nothing but to curl up in a ball and sleep away the aching in his body.
"That contraction lasted about fifteen seconds, so I'm going to time until the next one," Taehyung pulled out his phone and most likely started a timer, but that's not what Jimin was focusing on. He was more interested in the fact that the hell that was a contraction he went through only lasted a short fifteen seconds and not minutes like he thought they were.
"That was the worst thing I've ever felt," Jimin stated confidently, but he knew it was just going to get worse, that was just one contraction. Taehyung also reminded him when he repeated his thoughts, saying how it was going to get worse. Jimin could feel the dread build up inside of him, waiting for the moment it will get worse was going to kill him. Not really, but man was it painful.
It was another sixteen minutes before Jimin had another contraction and this time, Jungkook was there for it. He had come home a minute before and Jimin was saying his hellos and how scared he was and in the middle of a sentence, he felt that familiar tightening in his abdomen and he was rendered speechless. He gripped onto Jungkook's hand and went through the motions, eyes staring in one spot on the floor where the wood was darker than the rest. He hated that part of the floor and always had, but there wasn't much he could do about it.
Jungkook was just as panicked as Jimin and was telling his husband to breathe, which helped since Jimin tended to hold his breath. But once he started breathing, he felt like he was hyperventilating. Jungkook had placed a hand on Jimin's chest and this helped calm him down and regulate his breathing, "Think about what happens in the end of all of this, Jimin. We'll have a baby. In our arms and here with us, but you need to calm down so he or she can come into the world safely, maybe a little earlier than we thought, but that's not a bad thing. I'm asking for the world here, but just breathe," Jungkook repeated and he was right. Jimin had to calm down and fast. Jimin stopped hyperventilating and slowed his breaths to big, deep ones. It filled his chest with lost air and he felt better, much better. Of course, it still hurt, but not near as much.
Once the contraction subsided, Jungkook calmly spoke up, "Now let's get in the car and go to the hospital, alright?"
Jimin nodded, still not speaking. Jungkook helped him up and then he realized, Taehyung was still in the house, "Taehyung, how long until Namjoon is here?" Namjoon was often late, and now was really not the time to be falling behind. Jungkook helped Jimin off of the couch, starting to lead him to the door, and there he saw him. Namjoon was running to the front door among the snow, his lanky limbs taking huge steps. Jungkook left Jimin's side for a second and opened the door before Namjoon got there and the tall man ran inside.
"Jimin, how are you? Are you okay? Does it hurt?" Namjoon asked one question after the other, putting his hands on Jimin's belly. Jimin was thinking about too much at once and this was overwhelming him a bit. Namjoon had a tendency to do that, but Jimin was never going to get used to it.
"Namjoon, stop, I'm okay and in labor, we need to go to the hospital," Jimin stated, pushing Namjoon off of him and walked into Jungkook's arms where he felt the most comfortable at the moment. Namjoon had yelled something about a hospital bag and how they probably needed one and Jimin yelled back, "Screw the hospital bag, I'm having a baby!"
Then they were off. They forced Namjoon and Taehyung out without much bargaining and it was the fastest either Jimin or Jungkook saw Taehyung move, let alone move while pregnant. Even Namjoon was surprised but followed him obediently. The door was locked behind them and the couple yelled their good lucks and congratulations as Jungkook and Jimin drove off. They were having a baby.
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Labor was hell. Jimin went through eight hours of it once they got to the hospital. While his contractions progressed quickly, the actual pushing took forever and was getting nowhere. The doctor who was delivering their baby even said that they were probably going to have to go into an emergency c-section operation, but Jimin was determined to not let that happen. The next time he was to push, he pushed with the most strength he had that night and bam, the baby was crowning. Another five minutes and the baby was officially out and the doctor announced the sex. Jimin gave birth to a little girl.
There they were. Jimin and Jungkook were fawning over their newborn daughter. She looked like an exact copy of Jimin when he was a baby. Small nose, sharp eyes, chubby cheeks. She had long black hair, curly, which they didn't how that happened, but they expected it to straighten out as she got older.
"I guess we have to think of a girl's name then, huh?" Jungkook asked. Both him and Jimin had mostly thought of boys names, expecting it to be a boy. They hadn't had a clear scan of what their baby was to be so they always assumed it would be a boy.
"I guess so," Jimin cooed, using his index finger to feel along the creases and curves in her sweet little face. He loved her, was obsessed with her. He hadn't put her down except for when he handed her to Jungkook to hold and that was for a short amount of time. He only wanted himself to hold her, which sounds selfish, but he had grown her inside of him so he had the right.
"I have one," Jimin announced, watching as his daughter crinkled her nose together once her mother's finger ran along it, "Yuri," he cooed. She gurgled after he said her name, spit bubbles forming along her lower lip as she did so. Jimin giggled and brought Yuri closer to his chest, if at all possible. Her cheek was pressed against his bare chest since Jimin opted for not wearing anything during labor. He also liked skin to skin contact better than skin to thin gown.
"I love it," Jungkook cooed, reaching over to brush Yuri's cheek. She was so soft and it was amazing to him, "Jeon Yuri is a beautiful name, and it suits her very well."
"I think so too," Jimin cooed, still staring at his daughter, "She's our little baby, Jungkook."
Jungkook smiled and leaned over to place a soft kiss against Jimin's forehead, taking in his new scent. He smelled like a grade A mother.