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6 Weeks
"Alright class!! I need you guys to go back to your positions!!" Jimin calls as teens from all corners of the room scramble to reach their spot in the formation of the dance.
"Let's start from the top!" He says, then counts down so that everyone can follow.
Jimin works as a dance instructor at a studio he owns together with Hoseok, a friend he met in college who graduated the same year he did with a dance major. Together, they taught contemporary as well as hip hop, gradually recruiting more staff to expand the genres they offered here.
As Jimin extended his arms in a poised position, he felt a wave of lethargy hit him as he lost control of his limbs, suddenly dizzy as well. What was happening?
Cries of 'Oppa' and 'Hyung's were the last thing he heard as his knees buckled and everything fading to grey.
-
"Ugh...where am I?" Jimin croaked as he attempted to sit up, struggling to prop his torso up with an elbow. The place stunk of antiseptic and chemicals, and Jimin wrinkled his nose at that.
"Careful there, Mr. Park," A female voice made itself known beside Jimin.
Jimin didn't say anything in reply, staring at her owlishly, wondering why the hell he was in a hospital ward.
She offered a gentle smile. "I'm Dr. Lee," She introduced herself.
"You fainted during your dance class, and your students alerted an adult to bring you here," She explained. "We have checked your vitals, nothing seems to be out of the blue, but there is one thing..."
She hesitated. "Through our few diagnosis tests, we came up with no root cause of your fainting, so we ran the last possible one, and it came back positive."
Jimin tilted his head in askance. Just why did he lose consciousness?
"You're pregnant," She said, a little nervously, as she had encountered many instances where people had a panic attack after the news was broken to them.
"I am?" Jimin said, eyes widened.
Dr. Lee nodded. Jimin's eyes filled up with tears as his lower lip wobbled. The poor girl shrank back, preparing herself for the screams.
But instead, Jimin leapt off the bed, stumbling and wrapping his arms around her. "Thank you!!! Thank you!!"
Dr. Lee stands stiffly, shell-shocked and unresponsive. She had never seen this type of reaction before.
Jimin's cheeks are wet now, elated to be a parent, a father. He spots his mobile phone on the side-table, and he grabs it, immediately unlocking it and keying in the number he has at the back of his mind, always.
"Jimin!" A voice calls out after the dial-tone has rung once, and Jimin reels back at the loudness of the voice.
"Jimin, what happened?! Hyung told me you fainted, and-and-" It said frantically.
"Calm down, Kookie, I'm fine," Jimin attempts to pacify the younger.
"How can you be fine?!" Jungkook almost shouts, and Jimin winces.
"I'm on my way," Jungkook insists.
"Wait, you're on the car?" Jimin realises.
"Hang up, this instant!" Jimin insists. "Do you realise just how dangerous this is?!"
Eventually, after getting an earful from Jimin, Jungkook grumbles a 'bye' before ending the call. Jimin bites his lips to stop the fond grin from bubbling up to his lips when he remembers he has an audience. He turns to Dr. Lee, who is smiling gently at him.
"Shall we wait for your husband to arrive before I brief you guys about your pregnancy?" She says.
Jimin nods, then eases back down on the bed sitting down, hands settling on his stomach. "I still can't believe it," He whispers.
He and Jungkook have been trying for a child, with no success, for a month already, after they both decided they were ready for one and that they weren't getting any younger. They got married a year and a half ago, the proverbial fairytale wedding by the beach where they met each other. And now, after so long with each other, they were finally starting their own family.
He chatted for a minute or two with Dr. Lee, before the door to the ward burst open, a familiar tall figure breaking in. Dr Lee turned to head out, winking at Jimin.
"Chim!" Jungkook cried out, dashing to gather Jimin in his arms.
"Kookie," Jimin chirped, winding his own arms around his husband.
"What happened?!" Jungkook said, right hand cupping Jimin's face, searching him for any indicator of an injury. "Are you okay?!"
"I'm more than okay!" A smile threatened to split Jimin's face in two.
Jungkook just looked at him, confused. Jimin's grin widened even more.
"I'm pregnant!" He whispered loudly, giggling at the dumbfounded expression on Jungkook's face.
"You're what?!" Jungkook whispered back, unable to believe his own ears.
"You're gonna be a dad," Jimin laughed, taking Jungkook's hand in his and bringing them to his abdomen.
"I'm...gonna be a dad," Jungkook said, as if testing how it would sound. He said it more surely after that, "I'm gonna be a dad!"
Jungkook's hands started caressing Jimin's stomach, moving to his waist and hoisting the older up and into his own lap. They sat there in partial silence, Jungkook murmuring 'thank you's in Jimin's ears and rocking them back and forth in a loving gesture.
Fifteen minutes later, they are interrupted by Dr. Lee and a man, and Jimin is mildly embarassed at being caught, but he doesn't attempt to wiggle away from Jungkook, too content to care at all. Dr. Lee introduces herself to Jungkook, and the man bows when she tells the couple that he is a gynaecologist and will assist them from there on.
"I'm Kim Seokjin, and I'll be briefing you on what to expect when you're expecting," He says, and Jimin giggles a little at the word play.
Week 13
"Congratulations, the risky period for miscarriage is over, and the fetus is now an inch long!" Seokjin announces, and Jimin shares a relieved look with Jungkook.
Jungkook has been pretty protective of Jimin; he does most of the heavylifting, and bears the brunt of Jimin's cravings, the bulk of them pretty easy to satisfy, and not all that weird as the stories tell. Most of the time Jimin will whine for Dakgangjeong, so Jungkook makes sure he has a couple of restaurants at the back of his mind.
Jimin has also started to fill out, his abs retreating and replaced with a gentle slope, where the baby rests. He has switched classes with Sehun, to the less strenuous ones so he doesn't over-exert himself, but he insists that he doesn't want to take leave so soon, hence the arrangement.
Seokjin checks his chest, which are tender and tingly. Jimin is a little worried, but Seokjin says that it's normal, that it's his body preparing him for breastfeeding, so he leaves it as it is.
With another talk on the second trimester fresh on the couple's mind, they leave the hospital complex, hands locked and swinging lightly between them as they head to Jungkook's car. Between red and green lights, Jungkook sneaks in some belly-touching, to which Jimin chastises him to keep his eyes on the road, but smile contradicting his speech.
Jimin's also begun to feel insecure about his body, but with Jungkook thanking him for the miracle everyday, he manages to pull through, not without the help of some chocolate, though.
They also visit each of their parents every week, who demand to see Jimin's progress and coo over him. Jimin just blushes when they spoil him with many desserts, sweet things being the constant thing he craves.
"Sweet for a girl," Jungkook's mother would say, as she piled strawberry shortcake onto Jimin's plate.
"A girl," Jungkook would whisper, nuzzling Jimin's neck as he ate.
Week 20
"Hurry up, Jungkook!" Jimin hollered from the main door to their house.
A few crashes were heard throughout the Jeon household, before Jungkook emerged, his laces tied up sloppily as he tailed after his husband. He wondered how the older could be so quick when at night all he complained about was his sore feet.
They were heading to the hospital again, this time infinitely excited.
For they were going to find out the gender of their baby.
They spent the previous night lying in bed together after Jungkook gave Jimin a little foot massage, weak to every whim and demand of his husband, talking to the baby in Jimin's stomach, watching as little dents appeared through the thin skin as hands and feet were pressed against it.
Jimin had taken to calling the their little miracle Cheonsa, to Jungkook's amusement and mirth. But soon, he became fond of the nickname as well, and every time he talked to it, he would call it that as well.
As it was getting harder for Jimin to dance, he took maternity leave for the time being, Hoseok and the staff being very understanding and even visiting him at home to keep him company.
(Another thing Jungkook found endearing was how Jimin sort of waddled with a hand supporting his lower back or resting on his stomach as he walked, and he always had to resist wrapping his cute husband in the warmest hug and never let go.)
-
"It's a girl!" Seokjin announces, as he takes a look at the ultrasound screen.
From his position on the bed, Jimin squeals, a habitual hand nearly coming into contact with the gel on his stomach. Jungkook breaks into a huge grin, as he intertwines his fingers with Jimin's, leaning down to bump their foreheads together affectionately.
"A girl," He breathes. His mother had been right.
"A girl," Jimin repeats, tilting his head to catch Jungkook's lips.
Week 28
"Fuck," Jimin curses as he eases himself down on the couch, a bowl of grapes in his lap.
His ass is hurting like a bitch, not because of his and Jungkook's almost non-existent nocturnal activities (he's still upset about the less sex rule Jungkook set down), but because of Cheonsa. Switching the television on, he flips through the channels until he find the one with his favourite drama on.
-
Just as Jimin was dosing off, a hand rested over his swollen tummy, an arm nestles itself on his shoulder, startling him as well as the being in his belly.
He turns around, brows furrowed. "Jungkook!" He huffed, pouting. "You scared Cheonsa,"
Jungkook smiled sheepishly. "I didn't know you guys were going to sleep,"
Lowering himself down so that he was level with Jimin, Jungkook pecked him on the lips before picking him up, an arm supporting his back and the other at his thighs to support him. Jungkook carried his husband to their bedroom, setting him down gently on the mattress of their bed.
That night, they make sweet love, Jungkook giving all his attention to Jimin, hovering above him and kissing him.
Week 36
"Hey," Jungkook wraps his arms round Jimin, still drowsy with sleep.
It was in the morning, and Jimin had woken up early, courtesy of Cheonsa. Her fluttering kicks to his stomach had kept him awake for the most part of the morning, so he might as well prepare breakfast while at it.
Jimin smiled, leaning back against Jungkook's chest, as he scooped out the rice and meat out onto the serving plates and took the banchan out.
"Morning," He murmured, as warm hands roam his stomach, slipping under his (Jungkook's) shirt and cup his swollen belly, tracing shapes on it.
They share a kiss, and Jungkook's hands drag up to Jimin's chest, pinching lightly and pulling.
"Kookie..." Jimin bit his lip, head falling back onto his husband's shoulder. "After we eat, okay?"
Jungkook pouted, making Jimin laugh as they make their way to the living room to take their meal.
-
Jungkook loved how Jimin walked when he was pregnant. It made his heart swell with love, to see his husband absent-mindedly rubbing his swollen stomach while walking. It also made his stomach do weird flippy things and his fingers twitch.
-
"Ngh!" Jimin tensed up in Jungkook's arms, fingers curling around his biceps.
They were in their bed, after breakfast, post-coital, and Jungkook and Jimin were singing to their baby, an apology for ignoring her for an hour.
"Babe?" Jungkook called out, worried. "What's happening?"
Jimin shook his head, managing to bite out, "contractions,"
Seokjin had said this would happen in these few weeks, to prepare him for childbirth, but it still took them both by surprise. Jungkook cooed, leaving kisses all over Jimin's face as he stroked Jimin's stomach, face scrunched up in worry.
Week 40
"J-Jungkook," Jimin tugged his husband's sleeve, rousing him in the dead of the night.
"Chim?" Jungkook whispered, sleepy.
"I-I think m-my water broke," Jimin replied, reaching to touch the wet fabric clinging to his thighs.
"What?!" Jungkook was suddenly very awake, jumped out of bed, quickly dressing himself and doing the same for his husband.
"I-I'm scar-ed," Jimin whispered, tightly clutching his husband's shirt as he was carried hurriedly into their car.
As he set Jimin down in the passenger seat, Jungkook ran to the driver's side and ignited the engine. In no time, they were speeding down the dark streets of Seoul. "Don't worry babe," He chokes, rubbing Jimin's hand with his own.
"Everything is going to be fine,"