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Yoongi is having the best dream.
Jimin is there, straddling him with that devious smirk that the alpha loves so much on his face.
He knows what that expression means, Yoongi is about to get the ride of his life. Yoongi closes his eyes as Jimin’s lips land on his own.
“Hyung,” an angelic voice echoes throughout Yoongi’s dream, confusing him. His mate is kissing him, so why is he hearing his voice? It doesn’t sound muffled, and he definitely can’t miss the feel of Jimin’s plump lips moving against his own, the only sounds escaping him being little whimpers of pleasure.
The alpha quickly forgets about his worries when Jimin bites his lip, hands reaching for his t-shirt. Yoongi just closes his eyes again and tries to focus on how good Jimin feels in arms, all soft and pliant.
“Yoonieeee, wake up, please,” Jimin pouts.
At his omega’s whine, Yoongi’s eyes fly open, the dream completely forgotten about. He instinctively releases calming pheromones, an automatic response to Jimin’s distressed scent.
“Baby, what’s wrong? Is it the pup?” Yoongi tries not to panic. He doesn’t do a good job though, as his mind wanders, cooking up terrible scenarios.
Is the baby on its way? Jimin still has two more months left of his pregnancy, it’s too soon .
“The pup is fine,” Jimin nods, his blond hair framing his face so beautifully. Even after all these years, Yoongi marvels at how lucky he is that such a perfect omega was interested in such a lacking alpha as himself.
The alpha’s body relaxes. “That’s good,” he breathes out, hand moving to cup the omega’s cute bump. “Daddy is glad you’re okay.”
When he first started talking to the baby, at his mate’s encouragement, Yoongi felt… awkward. Worried he’d say something stupid and mess up, but it never happened.
Instead, the love of his life would watch him, eyes so soft and loving, running a hand through the alpha’s dark locks in reassurance.
Now though, it was almost second nature to speak to his unborn child. Something he thoroughly enjoyed doing, to everyone’s surprise.
Yoongi leans closer and presses a kiss against his omega’s swollen stomach, before turning to Jimin, eyebrows raised. “So, if the little one is okay, why am I being woken up at,” he glances at the alarm clock, “almost three in the morning?”
Jimin smiles at him sweetly, rubbing his own, small hand across his bump. “Baby is hungry.”
A snort escapes Yoongi. “Oh, baby is?”
His mate flushes pink, a sight that has the alpha’s lips twitching in amusement.
With a low groan, Yoongi rolls over, almost falling out of the bed. Glancing at his mate, he smirks, “What would baby like to eat, then?”
Jimin narrows his eyes at him, “You’re teasing me. I’m seven months pregnant, carrying your child, unable to sleep for an entire night and you decide to tease me?!”
Yoongi resists the urge to roll his eyes. He values his life, thank you very much, and would like to see the birth of his pup. Pregnant omega hormones are no joke.
He kisses the pout off of his mate’s face, a grin on his lips. “Why is it always just my child when you’re mad at me?”
Jimin huffs, but doesn’t bother to respond to him. Instead, he slides into his slippers, robe wrapped around him to protect him from the slight night chill.
When they get to the kitchen, Yoongi kisses the grumpy expression off of his mate’s face, before helping him onto a stool. He immediately sets about preparing a cup of hot chocolate for him.
He knows his omega and his sweet tooth all too well.
Once it’s done, the alpha adds the finishing touches. Cream, marshmallows and a sprinkle of cocoa powder. Placing it in front of Jimin, he is rewarded with a wide smile that has his eyes turning into half moons.
One of his favourite types of smiles; Yoongi’s dark days are immediately brighter when he’s graced with that sight.
“Thank you, hyung.” Jimin sighs in contentment as he takes a sip of his drink.
Yoongi shakes his head, leaning in to kiss the tip of the blonde’s nose. “Anything for my babies.” Then he remembers why he is even awake at such an ungodly hour. “Speaking of babies, what are you craving today?”
Jimin’s nose wrinkles, deep in concentration. After a few seconds, he lights up. “The pup wants kimchi and mint-choc chip ice-cream. Like a sundae. Yummy!”
Yoongi does his absolute best to hide his distaste at the sound of the monstrosity. He learns from his mistakes, after all. Last time he frowned at the omega’s unusual food combinations, Jimin had wailed for almost 30 minutes.
The alpha’s heart couldn't bear to see such a sight again.
Instead, he immediately starts collecting the ingredients, opens the freezer to pull out the mi- “Oh,” he mumbles, “we’re all out of mint choc, you must have finished it off earlier.”
At Jimin’s disappointed whine, he empties the freezer compartment onto the side. “We have vanilla, chocolate. Salted caramel. Oh, there’s also the hazelnut that you craved last time. How about I use some of these instead? Make a nice big mixed sundae?”
The silence coming from the Jimin is terrifying. He twists, turning to face his mate, only to be hit with a devastating sight. His omega’s eyes are glistening with unshed tears, lib wobbling.
Jimin’s whole body deflated as he nods, dejectedly. “I guess that’s okay…”
Without even thinking about it, Yoongi finds himself on his feet, already making his way over to the door. “Baby, don’t you worry. Hyung will go and get you some mint-chocolate chip ice cream. Right now .”
He’s got his black leather jacket on, keys in his hand ready when he notices movement from the corner of his eye. He looks over to find Jimin struggling to get off of the stool, so he rushes over to help him. “Baby, why are you getting down?”
Jimin leans into his touch, “Hyung, don’t be silly. It’s 3am, you don’t need to go out so late, just because I need mint-choc ice cream! I just can’t sleep because this child doesn’t seem to want to let me sleep at night. It’s fine, okay?”
Yoongi chuckles, kissing the crown of Jimin’s head. “I know I don’t have to, but I want to. There’s a difference. Call it stupid instincts, but my inner alpha feels proud to go, to be able to provide for you and our child.”
Jimin giggles, melting into Yoongi’s embrace. “Silly alpha.”
Yoongi agrees, but… “Well, you should take advantage of it. Why don’t you sit on the sofa until I get back? You can watch that drama you love, whilst you finish your drink, hm?”
Jimin sighs, “That actually sounds nice. Thank you, hyung.”
His omega’s emotions really are going haywire and his eyes are welling up already. Yoongi leans in, brushing his nose against his mate’s scent gland, scenting him heavily. He knows Jimin loves it when their scents are combined so well like this.
His whole body turns pliant in the alpha’s arms, as he helps the blond waddle over to the sofa. With one last kiss, Yoongi quickly rushes out of the house, glad that there is a 24-hour convenience store only a few minutes drive from their place.
Less than twenty minutes later, Yoongi is back, arms loaded with bags full of various ice cream flavours, Jimin’s favourite snacks and a little chick plushie that he saw at the counter.
As soon as he laid eyes on it, he knew he had to get it for their pup - it reminded him of Jimin.
“Baby, I’m back.”
A pitiful whine is his response. Yoongi looks over in alarm, “Jimin-ah, what’s wrong?”
Jimin pouts, expression not taking away from his beauty. “I can’t get comfortable! My back aches, I can’t lie on my front because of the bump! I can’t lay on my side because of the pressure on the umbilical cord. What am I supposed to do for the next two months?! I can’t do this, Yoonie.”
His heart breaks at his omega’s distress.
Yoongi is so grateful to Jimin for carrying their child, but he knows how stressful pregnancy can be, especially for male omegas. He wants to do all he can to make his mate’s experience smoother.
He wipes away his mate’s tears, helping him sit up. “How about this, baby? I make you a kimchi ice-cream sundae, then we go to bed and I’ll massage your back and hopefully that will help you sleep?”
Jimin’s eyes meet his, glistening, as he nods weakly. “Please.”
Yoongi nods, handing Jimin the chick plushie, watching his face light up. ‘As expected,’ he thinks to himself with a grin. Anything to take Jimin’s mind off his discomfort, even if only for a short time.
He gets the biggest bowl they have, staring at it intently, trying to figure out what combination of foods to use. He decides to add some chocolate sauce that will go well with the ice-cream. Perhaps a few of Jimin's favourite salted crackers? He knows his omega loves a salty-sweet mixture.
Nodding to himself, he begins assembling the sundae, loading it with scoops of ice-cream, dumps the other toppings on it and then drizzles plenty of chocolate sauce on top.
Making his way over to his omega, he hands it to him, dramatically, “Tada!” He wants his omega to grin, but he just frowns at it.
“What’s wrong?” The alpha worries.
The blond glances at him in surprise. “Oh, nothing is wrong! It looks good.”
Yoongi knows his mate too well. “But…?”
Jimin bites his lip, “But I wanted radish kimchi, too. It’s fine though, hyung! This looks delicious !”
Yoongi shakes his head in amusement as he makes his way back into the kitchen, adding radishes to the disgusting looking dish. The huge smile on his mate’s face when he comes back is worth it.
With an enthusiastic, “Thank you, Yoonie!” Jimin digs in. Yoongi watches him, lips curled up slightly as he eats his own ice-cream sundae, this one lacking any fermented vegetables. “Hyung, these crackers make it so much tastier. You're a genius!”
His smile grows wider, turning into the gummy smile he knows that his mate adores , as Jimin almost inhales the ice-cream, mumbling “So good,” after every couple spoonfuls. When his spoon hits the bottom of his now empty bowl, the blonde’s eyes widen.
Yoongi chuckles to himself, scooting closer to his mate. “Baby must have really been hungry. Do you feel better now?”
Jimin thinks about it, before nodding slowly. “Yeah, m’tired now.”
He rests his head on the alpha’s shoulder, breathing in his calming pine scent, his own scent turning sweeter with contentment. Yoongi peppers his cheek with kisses, before he stands up, holding his hand out towards his mate.
“Let’s go to bed.”
When Jimin slides his own tiny hand inside Yoongi’s, the alpha marvels at the size difference. It’s… nice, the way that they’re a similar height and yet, Jimin is so much smaller compared to him.
His hands, his shoulders, his chest.
They fit so well together that it was like they were created for each other, reminding Yoongi of the tales of fated mates. He likes to believe that Jimin and he are fated.
He helps his mate up the stairs, helping him remove his robe and settle into bed, where he joins him.
The alpha wraps himself around his omega’s frame, one hand sliding under his head to act as a pillow, the other resting on his bump, hand caressing the soft skin.
When Jimin begins fidgeting, he suddenly remembers their earlier conversation. He scoots away, ignoring Jimin’s whine of complaint as he reaches for the scented oil. Warming it up with his hands, he starts massaging his mate’s lower back.
He kneads the muscles, not missing the sighs of relief escaping the omega. “Feels better?”
The blond groans loudly, scent turning sweeter. "So much better. Your hands always feel so good!”
Yoongi huffs a laugh, as he digs his thumbs in, giving Jimin the much needed relief he wants. “Think I should become a masseur?”
His omega lifts his head to glare at him. “The only person who gets to enjoy this is me , your mate.”
Yoongi shakes his head in exasperation at his mate’s grumpy disposition. “No need to be jealous, baby. You’re the only one I want.”
Jimin harrumphs, but the alpha can see the smile he’s trying so desperately to hold back. “As you should.”
This time, he doesn’t answer - verbally, that is. Instead, he continues with his massage until his mate is almost a puddle of goo. Once he’s satisfied, he goes to wash his hands, quickly joining the omega in their bed.
Once again, Yoongi attaches himself to his mate’s back, nosing at his scent gland, feeling a rush of pride at the sight of his mating bite. He scents him heavily, until they’re both almost scent drunk.
“Sleep, baby,” he whispers, already feeling himself dozing off.
He falls asleep with a smile on his lips, the sound of his mate’s deep breathing lulling him to sleep.