Chapter 18....

...The next morning, Jimin takes a long time to wake up....

...Everything is comfortable, his bed is pleasantly warm in the cold morning, and his pillows smell like Yoongi....

...Jimin hums and curls in himself, hugging his thick comforter. He smiles with his eyes closed....

...He immediately knows Yoongi is not lying with him, but he is so certain that the older is in his house somewhere, he can almost feel it....

...Jimin smiles more and opens his eyes, burying his body further in the sea of comforters and pillows. There is a faint light coming from the windows, from behind the pretty white curtains of his bedroom. He rolls around and realises Yoongi dressed him a bit more while he was sleeping, and with a laugh, he curls to look at his feet. Socks. And his sweatpants are back on as well....

...He practically purrs to himself and gets out of bed, rolling lazily, taking the comforters out with him. Jimin yawns and looks for his glasses - he had taken his contacts off in the bathroom, before going to sleep....

...Jimin walks around his bedroom in a blanket cocoon, and finally finds his glasses on his dresser. He gingerly puts them on - they’re his usual big, nerdy ones, - and runs his hand through his hair, letting his comforter fall to the floor....

...He puts his hands under his baby bump and slides playfully on the linoleum floor until he reaches the stairs in the hallway, and leans on when he gets to the middle of them, looking for Yoongi. His living room is wide and minimalistic, and he can see the open kitchen. At first he thinks no one is in there, but then he hears the sound of glass, and a smile grows on his face....

...Jimin gingerly runs down the stairs and tries to make as little sound as possible, a cheeky grin on his lips. He leans on the entrance of the kitchen and watches Yoongi move around his kitchen naturally, making a delicious smelling steak and kimchi. Jimin licks his lips in hunger as he watches the other’s back, seeing his wearing the same comfy sweats he had chosen for him, and Jimin’s sweater from yesterday. It looks perfectly sized for him....

...He takes the chance when Yoongi’s back is turned to him, and enters the kitchen on his tippy toes, a playful smile on his face. Jimin doesn’t wait long and embraces Yoongi from behind, snuggling his face against Yoongi’s back....

...Jimin feels Yoongi’s back tense for a second and then relax. He doesn’t try to move out of the hug, and just says,...

...“Good morning.” and continues moving the food on the stove. The rice cooker is still going by the other end of the kitchen....

...“Good morning.” Jimin says, and just hugs him more. He is feeling extra sweet this morning, and figures that, after last night, there is no harm in indulging....

...“Food’s almost ready.” Yoongi mumbles, and Jimin just hums, not feeling like letting go of him just yet....

...They stay like that when the ricecooker beeps and Yoongi has to move around to grab two bowls and put the steaming white rice inside of them, and putting them on the table. And when he needs to get the chopsticks, and the juice from the fridge, and the big bowl of kimchi, and steak, the lettuce-...

...“Uhm,” Yoongi starts, looking at the perfectly ready breakfast table in front of him, Jimin still lovely attached to his back, “Don’t get me wrong, I’m loving it, but- The food will get cold, Jimin”...

...“Mmmkay” he mumbles, snuggling a bit more against Yoongi’s back for good measure before letting him go....

...They eat in silence, and Jimin is suddenly a little shy to face him now. He busies himself with his bowl of rice, looking down, until he sees a movement in front of his eyes....

...He looks up and sees Yoongi’s fond smile, his eyes squeezing with the force of it, offering him a lettuce wrap. Jimin tries to fight back his blush and opens his mouth to accept it....

...“You need to eat more, right? You’re eating for two.” Yoongi said, and started working on another wrap. Jimin laughed, flustered....

...There were those damned butterflies in his stomach....

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...When they were finished it was 11 a.m., and Jimin insisted on washing the dishes....

...“It’s only fair!” he almost whined, walking around Yoongi as the older promptly ignored him and continued washing them, getting them out of the way whenever Jimin tried to get a hold of one bowl or cup, “It’s the rules, Yoongi! One cooks, the other washes the dishes!!” he exclaimed to Yoongi’s calmly amused face....

...“What dishes?” Yoongi said and Jimin’s head snapped to the sink, “I’m done, already.”...

...“B-but,”...

...“The rules don’t apply when one of the parts is pregnant.” Yoongi said in a playful serious voice, and Jimin crossed his arms and pouted. Yoongi laughed, “This is nothing, Jiminnie…”...

...“Okay, whatever.” Jimin turned his head to the side, this time just playfully pouting, but watched from the corner of his eyes Yoongi dry his hands with a smile still dancing around his lips....

...“Okay.” Yoongi confirmed, and, when he finished drying his hands, he went for Jimin, hugging him delicately, still thinking about that baby bump on his stomach....

...Jimin melted in Yoongi’s arms instantly, letting his head rest on his shoulder. They stayed in silence for some time, Yoongi being content in just sniffing his natural scent from his hair, when Jimin gathered his courage to do something he should have done a long time before,...

...“Yoongi…” Jimin started, and the other hummed, “I’ve been thinking, and… I think it’s only fair I showed you the house. Like, in a house tour?” Jimin smiled hesitantly, but Yoongi just turned him in his arms and nodded reassuringly,...

...“I would love that.” he said in a gentle voice....

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...Jimin was trying not to be so awkward as he motioned around his house, being followed by an attentive Yoongi,...

...“This is a guest bedroom, but I still need to buy furniture…” Jimin stood in the front of the opened door. They were still downstairs, “And this one is another guest bedroom,” he pointed to another door in the wide hallway, “but this one has a bed.”...

...“Hmm…” Yoongi nodded, and they kept slowly walking around,...

...“Honestly, I know I’ll end up just hiring a designer to get everything done for me, I mean, I’ll be too busy with the baby anyways,” Jimin admitted a little sheepishly....

...“And this is the guest bathroom, the only one here downstairs.” Jimin opened the door to show him,...

...“Ah, I know, I took a shower here last night.” Yoongi said, looking around all the marbled surfaces of the bathroom, that was big enough only to have a bathtub besides the other essentials....

...“Oh.” Jimin murmured, and closed the door again. They kept walking around the hallway....

...Yoongi looked at the bare white walls. The was absolutely nothing hanging on them....

...They got out of the hallway and into the living room again. Jimin walked to the stairs and Yoongi followed....

...It was a simple and small set of stairs, nothing modern or fancy. Just wooden-made....

...“And here, we have another guest bedroom,” Jimin pointed to a door once they were upstairs, “A study room, that I indeed decorated… I consider it done, actually.” Jimin guided him to the door and opened....

...Yoongi nodded, letting his eyes roam around the room. It looked warm and comfortable, some bookshelfs around, a desk in the middle with a computer on it, and an office chair. Not much, but the rugs on the floor made it look just about complete....

...“You did this all by yourself?” Yoongi asked. Jimin nodded, a faint smile on his face,...

...“Ordered everything online a month ago, unboxed it all and put everything in place.” he said, visibly proud of himself....

...Yoongi pursed his lips and tried not to speak out his concerns for Jimin’s safety. He was pregnant, he couldn’t do that kind of hard work on his own. What if some accident happened? And did he mean he put up that desk by himself --...

...“And then…” Jimin’s hesitant voice brought him back from his thoughts, “There’s… uhm… the nursery, you see that door?”...

...His eyes followed Jimin’s pointer finger, and true enough, there was another white door by the other end of the area that circled the staircase and let a view of the living room downstairs. It was right by Jimin’s bedroom door, to the right....

...Yoongi’s stomach dropped as they slowly walked in that direction. He didn’t understand the anticipation, it wasn’t like his baby would be inside, ok? It was still in Jimin’s--...

...They stopped in front of the white door, and Yoongi’s eyes immediately went to a cute little giraffe sticker glued to it. It was so small he couldn’t see it from afar....

...“Heh, I don’t know how that one ended here, it was probably Taehyung or Hoseok…” Jimin murmured when he noticed Yoongi’s attention to the cute giraffe’s face....

...Yoongi gulped. All the words had left his mind, and he could only watch as Jimin’s small hand got a hold of the door handle. Jimin looked hesitant, and Yoongi was holding his breath without realising....

...“Uhm… there’s really nothing to show, yet. I bought some stuff, but… It’s all in boxes, still…” Jimin rambled as he opened the door and took a step inside, inviting Yoongi to do the same....

...Yoongi kept walking until he was in the middle of the small room. He could almost hear his heartbeats as he stared, with his mouth hanging open slightly, at the details of the room. Or lack of them....

...The floor was wooden, and the walls were all white, with nothing in them. There was a big box, and some smaller ones, by the floor. And a variety of shopping bags full of baby clothes in a corner....

...“This one is the crib my dad made, he sent it to me.” Jimin commented, pointing to the biggest box. “The rest are just some random stuff, like, a car safety seat and some nursing bottles…”...

...By Yoongi’s continued silence, Jimin continued in a hurry,...

...“I mean, I know I don’t have a car right now, but I plan on learning how to drive as soon as I can, so… Uhm… I already bought this...” Jimin’s voice died at the end and he stared confusedly at Yoongi. He wasn’t facing him. Jimin was about to call for his attention, when Yoongi turned to him and said,...

...“Jimin.” Yoongi’s voice was wet, and Jimin almost gasped when he noticed the tears pooling at the corners of his eyes. What ?!...

...“Jimin.” Yoongi repeated, and it was like he was pleading. Begging for something Jimin didn’t know....

...Jimin found himself trapped under Yoongi’s pained gaze, their eyes locked. Yoongi’s so completely emotional, Jimin’s breath hitched in his throat....

...“...What?...” Jimin whispered, feeling affected by all the things Yoongi’s eyes told him. But he couldn’t possibly look away from them....

...“Jimin. P-please, I’m…” Yoongi took a deep breath, still staring right at Jimin’s eyes, “I’m sorry.”...

...It all stopped for a moment. Jimin’s eyes went wide, and he didn’t know how to answer it. He felt like he didn’t understand it, even though, deep down, he did ....

...“...sorry? For what?” Jimin mumbled, feeling the need to move, to either take a step back or further into the room. He was still close to the doorframe....

...“For everything.” Yoongi’s voice was firm, but his face looked like he was about to cry. “I don’t want this to continue. I don’t want you alone like this, I… I want to be a part of this. I’m sorry for the way I acted before.” Yoongi’s voice wavered at the end, and Jimin felt like his heart would burst out of his chest in any moment....

...It was so out of a sudden, Jimin felt numb. He could only nod silently, but Yoongi said again,...

...“I’m so sorry.” and looked down at his feet. Jimin nodded again, feeling weirdly shy. “Will you… let me in?”...

...There was a deep silence in the room, and Jimin was afraid he would start crying the moment he opened his mouth. So he just nodded again, indicating that yes, he would. He would let Yoongi in. Of course....

...Jimin tried to gulp, but his throat actually hurt from holding back his tears so suddenly....

...“...Okay. Just… think about it, right?” Yoongi whispered, and Jimin looked up to his face to see, with relief, that it was dry, only a little red in the eyes. His voice, though, sounded wet and broken....

...“I will… I need to head to work now, but I will be back for dinner…? If you want?” Yoongi said the last part unsurely, a mere whisper in the air. Jimin crossed his arms above his belly, to try to stay upright and not crouch down like he felt like doing, and nodded, biting his lips. He could feel his eyes getting wet....

...One side of him wanted Yoongi to just go already, so that he could cry in peace. He felt like an idiot, and totally blamed it in the hormones. But then, Yoongi was almost crying too......

...Another side of him, however, wanted Yoongi to stay so much . A part of Jimin just wanted Yoongi to never get out of that house, never leave him again. There was a ridiculous fear in him that, when Yoongi got past the door, he wouldn’t come back again easily....

...Jimin sniffed and motioned for the door with his head....

...Yoongi’s head lowered and his shoulders slumped. He walked in Jimin’s direction, that was also the door’s, and stopped when he was by his side. He hesitated for a moment before leaning in and pressing a kiss to Jimin’s hairline, letting his hand hover above his shoulder....

...He didn’t utter a word as he went down the stairs and stopped by the front door to put on his shoes....

...Jimin closed his eyes and waited for the sound of the front door opening and closing behind Yoongi....

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...Yoongi was okay. Yeah....

...He drove back to his apartment in the city, that somehow managed to be as big as Jimin’s house, and way more modern-looking, and went to his bedroom for a shower and to change into another brand new suit....

...Jimin’s sweats laid on Yoongi’s floor, looking completely out of place. Yoongi sighed, remembering the dramatic scene he did at Jimin’s house....

...More precisely, in his kid’s bedroom....

...His son’s. Or daughter’s. Bedroom....

...Yoongi groaned at himself while he worked on his tie. It was ridiculous - every time he thought he had finally settled in with the idea of being a father right now, a real-life, no-mistakes, father, his stupid brain surprised him again and almost made him cry in front of Jimin for no apparent reason....

...And it wasn’t just the realisation that his son or daughter was very much real and on their way, but the state of that room. So undeniably unfinished....

...Yoongi felt like shit. Like the worst....

...He probably was. Yeah....

...He was worse than a shitty guy. He was shit itself....

...Yoongi grabbed his things and looked at his appearance once more in the mirror of the elevator, to make sure everything was in order with him. It was. At least on the outside....

...His phone began vibrating in his hand, and he answered it without looking at the caller ID....

...God, how he would regret that ....

...“Son?” his father’s serious voice came in and Yoongi got his eyes shut, cursing under his breath. Great. That was all he needed....

...“...What do you want.” Yoongi muttered, feeling tired all of a sudden, and stepped out of the elevator. His driver was already waiting for him at the front of the building....

...“Is that the way to speak to your own father?!” Jaesung’s honestly outraged voice rang in his ears, and Yoongi just sighed once more, looking at the time in his wrist watch and then watching his driver open his door for him with a respectful bow. Yoongi got inside....

...“I don’t care.” he said with a bored voice. He knew he was being difficult, but then again, was there anyone more difficult than Min Jaesung?...

...“You really need to grow up and stop acting like a teenager, Yoongi!” his father scowled. Yoongi was still weak from this morning, so he easily got the bait....

...“ You need to grow up, you know that?!” he said, raising his voice in the backseat of his car. His driver’s shoulders were stiff as he went through Seoul’s busy traffic....

...“ Excuse me ?!” Jaesung exclaimed, and Yoongi could practically see his wrinkled face getting all red....

...“...I don’t want to argue with you.” Yoongi said in a firm voice, trying to be calmer. “My day has just begun, you know?”...

...“I have the right ,” Jaesung started, and Yoongi held back a frustrated groan, knowing he was in for a long exchange, “as your father , to be concerned about you!! How many times do I need to repeat I just want what’s best for you?!”...

...In Yoongi’s mind, in that second, a million answers flashed through. So many things he could say to deny that entire speech, word by word, but he knew it would be all for nothing. So he just went with it, sighing at the line of red signals in the long avenue in front of them....

...“I’m not a kid anymore-” he started, but Jaesung just interrupted him,...

...“And can’t you just stay in your own place for, I’m serious, one night? If you think you can just go crazy partying like you’re no-one’s son-”...

...“What are you even talking about?!” Yoongi exclaimed, impatiently....

...“All those promiscuous pictures of you and that- that model!” Jaesung sounded horrified, and Yoongi finally understood what that call was about. He vaguely remembered some blurry selcas Hoseok and Taehyung got of them last night, “That is so far from the way that any son of mine should be acting in public!”...

...“But I am your only son-”...

...“Exactly!!” Jaesung exclaimed again, and Yoongi, for a second, wished he could just skip that entire conversation. They just took so long, and he was dreading the rest of his day. He had so much to do at the office today, he had been hoping he would have peace at least in his 15-minute car ride....

...“You are my only son . I want you to have a good life, and this- this is clearly not a good life! Can’t you see what’s in front of you? How stupid you are being? That pretty boy won’t bring you anything good, he will-”...

...“Don’t you dare talk about Jimin.” Yoongi snarled, finding it hard to keep his temper down. Maybe he got that from his dad, or it was just that the older man knew how to push the right buttons....

...“I’m looking out for you! Apparently the only one that’s actually worried about this, and seeing the obvious end-”...

...“He isn’t-”...

...“Let me finish Min Yoongi!” Jaesung exclaimed, and Yoongi sighed, looking out the window of his car. They weren’t even halfway there, “Your mother seems to be so excited about all of this mess that she can’t see she is only leading you to a heartbreak or even worse!”...

...Yoongi scoffed immediately at that word. He didn’t think he would live to hear his father use it in a conversation....

...“Heartbreak.” Yoongi deadpanned. But that only seemed to fuel his anger and worry,...

...“You’re laughing right now, but when it happens, you certainly won’t!” Jaesung’s gruff voice was altered by his anger. He sounded like he was warning humanity about the apocalypse....

...“It’s so clear , clear as day, what that young man is doing to you!” Yoongi scoffed again at the ‘young man”, but Jaesung continued, “He is so leading you on! I’ve seen this story too many times, I know what I’m talking about, and I refuse to see it happen to you! That man is leading you on, in the end he will just betray you, take all your money and run away!! With the baby!!!!! ”...

...Jaesung hissed the last words, and there was some inner pain in them. But he was basically yelling right now, so much that Yoongi got his phone away from his ear....

...“You know nothing about Jimin.” Yoongi said through gritted teeth, and in his mind he patted his own back for not giving in and just yelling louder that his dad . “He is not like that.” he knew his voice sounded strangled, probably from his own anger at the middle aged man, but he couldn’t help it. His father just got to his nerves too much. He hated it....

...“No, my son. You know nothing about this Jimin. You don’t know him! You don’t know what he is capable of doing! You don’t even know if he is the right person to raise your son-”...

...The courage....

...“I don’t-” Yoongi was doing his best to keep it to himself, to not give in and make the argument thrice as bigger as it already was. He needed to be the mature one, apparently. He would be the mature one....

...Yoongi knew he was pressing his phone so much it was close to breaking....

...“I don’t need to talk to you right now.” he said it like a mantra, with his eyes closed and breathing deeply, “I don’t need this. I’m going to work-”...

...“Yoongi-”...

...“ I’m going to work.” he insisted, raising his voice just enough to have his voice heard, but still in his forced-calm, passive aggressive manner, “And then I’m going to forget we even had this conversation. I love you, dad, but I’m not letting you ruin my day today.” he said in an acted calm voice, mainly to his own sanity’s sake, and hung up before the other could say anything else....

...Yoongi looked down at his phone and hurriedly put it in Do Not Disturb mode. And then switched the silence button on. And put it back in his suit’s inner pocket....

...He looked at the cafés and other chic small stores of the city passing by, his building already in view. Yoongi closed his eyes, took a deep breath and counted to ten, thinking about cute, bubbly Jimin and his round, delicate baby bump waiting for him at home at the end of the day. He would need to survive until then....

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...Just like how Yoongi had thought, the day at work was stressful ....

...Because he didn’t show up all morning, there was a pile of work for him to do, read contract after contract and do business meetings, online and in person, check the stock market every five minutes and make sure his assistants and teams didn’t screw up their maths or annotations....

...People from public relations eventually went to him about Jimin’s pictures and more magazine and interview proposals, like he had instructed them to talk to him, and he had to deal with that, too, gently turning them down but still letting the interest go on until Jimin wasn’t pregnant anymore, at least, and just to be safe. Yoongi honestly didn’t know what Jimin’s carreer plans after his baby was born were. Would he keep working the same way? Would he want to slow down?...

...At the end, it was 7 p.m. and Yoongi dispensed his personal driver, telling him he wouldn’t be needed that day....

...He got behind the steering wheel and absently thought that he could pass by his flat and grab some clothes of his own, maybe a toothbrush, before heading to Jimin’s. But then, the need to see the younger man was so severe in his heart, he couldn’t take it any longer. Also, there was no harm in sleeping in Jimin’s comfortable sweats again....

...Yoongi drove all the way to Jimin’s neighborhood with a faint smile on his face....

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...Jimin was in the middle of a somewhat deep conversation with Jungkook on kakaotalk, about something Jimin wasn’t grasping, when he heard his doorbell ring....

...He had just taken a shower, too. He was wearing a big, oversized hoodie and his glasses, along with socks to go sliding through the floorboards to the door. He already knew who it was....

...“I should just give you a spare key.” he smiled playfully, and Yoongi got a hold of his frame and planted a kiss on his forehead. Jimin remembered he really liked Yoongi in a suit....

...“Yah, maybe you should.” he mumbled, and closed the door, the cold outside already bothering them....

...Their drama from earlier that day wasn’t mentioned....

...“How was your day?” Yoongi asked, already taking off his blazer and heading to the kitchen. Jimin followed him, still playfully sliding his feet on the floor....

...“Boring… Oh, but Jin hyung stopped by! We talked a lot and he even let some cupcakes here, he said they weren’t perfectly decorated enough for a wedding he’s working on, but Yoongi, I swear those are flawless .” Jimin said, eagerly getting the white box from his fridge and showing them to the other....

...Yoongi hummed, looking at the delicate, white pastries. He could see that one of them had its flower slightly crooked, but aside from that, they looked perfect in his opinion. Obviously that had been just an excuse of Seokjin’s to see the pregnant one....

...When he caught Jimin reaching with his fingers for one of them, Yoongi quickly got the box away,...

...“No no no, this goes back to the fridge.” he said, promptly getting the box in his hands and closing it in front of Jimin....

...Jimin was ready to pout and complain, when Yoongi continued, evenly,...

...“We’ll have dinner first, right?” he said, undoing the buttons of his cuffs, and then getting his tie off....

...Jimin stopped and watched Yoongi roll his sleeves up to his elbows and start taking the pans to the stove, and get ready to chop the carrots and onions....

...“Wait… You’re cooking dinner? You?” Jimin asked hesitantly, standing in the middle of the kitchen while Yoongi busied himself next to the stove....

...Yoongi just hummed, and started washing the rice calmly....

...“...But… You can cook?” Jimin asked again, equal parts unsure and curious. And interested, but that last part was all about how cool Yoongi looked while working on their dinner still in his work clothes, looking like husband material from head to toe....

...“You can trust me, Jiminnie, I’m not Namjoon. Your kitchen is safe.” Yoongi laughed a little at his own joke, and Jimin just gave up and sat down at one of the stools heavily, resting his back and hugging his bump....

...“Okay, then.” Jimin said in a simple voice, “If you say so.”...

...They stayed in silence for a moment, Jimin watching Yoongi put the ramyun in the hot water and start preparing the chicken. Surprisingly, he looked very much certain of what he was doing, and Jimin wondered how he spent so much time, almost a year now, without knowing that. Probably because Yoongi always had hired chefs to cook for him and Jimin, when they were in his penthouse....

...And then it hit Jimin. He was six months pregnant already, so it was probably over a year since he had known Yoongi. Jimin watched Yoongi’s back, clad in his white button up shirt, while he busied himself in chopping vegetables like a pro, and wondered, just how much things could change over the course of a year…...

...In one year, they had gone to complete strangers, to… whatever this was. Jimin pregnant with their baby, Yoongi coming to his home right after work, rolling up his sleeves and cooking dinner for them, just like it was normal, to be domestic....

...“How did you learn to cook?” Jimin asked suddenly, after spending some time in silence. Yoongi didn’t look away from the food as he answered,...

...“Because of my mom, I think.” he mumbled, and then added, “She would work at such odd hours of the day, I had to learn really fast to make food on my own, not only for me but for her as well; Sometimes, she would get home really hungry and tired so I had dinner ready for her.”...

...“Oh…” Jimin murmured. He honestly just couldn’t imagine that chic, composed lady working wage jobs. She looked so at ease in her expensive clothes and jewelry… Maybe money could really change a person....

...“And I’m gonna guess you have no idea what you’re doing in this kitchen, if the state of your pantry is anything to go by.” Yoongi said playfully, but Jimin couldn’t help but blush and put his hands up to sheepishly adjust his glasses. He couldn’t deny it, though. His childhood was nothing like Yoongi’s....

...“Uhm… Yeah. B-but it’s not like I can’t do anything either. I’m… uh, working on it.” Jimin said lamely, and saw Yoongi’s shoulders shake in silent laughter at Jimin’s words....

...“It’s okay, Jiminnie, hyung will feed you.” Yoongi cooed playfully and Jimin scoffed, but didn’t say anything else....

...They stayed in silence for a moment, Jimin watching Yoongi move around his kitchen like he did that everyday, and suddenly he could imagine a preteen Yoongi hurriedly cooking dinner for his tired and overworked mother in a small, cheap apartment somewhere in Daegu. Jimin bit his lips, and commented,...

...“It’s so weird if you stop to think about it,” he mused, his voice contemplative, “Like, you’re the rich one here, but somehow I am the one looking like a spoiled, privileged kid.”...

...“But you are a spoiled, privileged kid.” Yoongi scoffed as soon as the words fell from Jimin’s mouth. Yoongi was taking his time in swirling the vegetables around the pan, as if wanting it to be perfect....

...“But-” Jimin started, but Yoongi continued, a humoured smile in his lips as he turned slightly to look at Jimin....

...“You had the perfect family, Jimin. Loving parents, that love each other, and even a younger sibling. Nothing to worry about besides school, literally. You weren’t rich but damn, you were never poor in your life, either, you have no idea what it’s like.” Yoongi said, and Jimin was nervously looking for hints of bitterness in Yoongi’s voice, but found none, to his relief. He was just normally talking about it, “And you’ll have no idea what it’s like, too.”...

...Jimin wanted to blush at those words, even though he knew they weren’t necessarily romantic. There were laws about it, anyways. But still, his poor stubborn heart just wanted to make believe it was because Yoongi cared that much....

...“No one’s life is perfect.” Jimin said, not knowing what else to add. In some shameful level, he couldn’t deny any of Yoongi’s words. “Not all the time.” His voice wasn’t sad, as if there were real feeling behind his words. He just wanted something to say. But Yoongi nodded, thoughtfully, anyways....

...“I know.” Yoongi said in a rather solemn voice, and Jimin suddenly didn’t want to be talking so seriously about their own lives anymore....

...“Uhm, how was your day?” Jimin blurted out of nowhere, with his hands still resting on his bump lazily. Jimin bit his lower lip nervously as he watched Yoongi visibly think about an answer, while he moved the steak in the frying pan....

...“...Stressful.” Yoongi said, sincerely. He opened his mouth as if to continue, but thought better and closed it. Jimin couldn’t stop the slight disappointment at that. He really wanted Yoongi to open up to him, somehow....

...“That’s it?”Jimin asked simply, in a contemplative voice. Yoongi probably sensed his feelings behind it, though, and said,...

...“I just did what I do everytime I’m there, Jimin.” Yoongi was looking at the food he was cooking. It was almost ready, “It’s no fun.”...

...“Staying here is no fun, either.” Jimin sighed, thinking about his own day. He knew it was going to be worth it, but sometimes he just got really bored with this whole “pregnancy” thing....

...“We should do fun things, then.” Yoongi said, and while he still wasn’t facing Jimin, he caught a hint of fondness in the other’s voice. Jimin tried to contain his silly smile....

...“Yeah?” Jimin asked, shifting in his seat to get more comfortable, “What would you suggest?” he said in a playful voice, amused at Yoongi....

...Yoongi had an amused smile on his own face as he answered, turning his back to face Jimin, one hand still holding the frying pan....

...“Honestly? Grocery shopping.” he deadpanned, and Jimin laughed out loud....

...“Oh god.” Jimin’s shoulders were shaking, and Yoongi watched him laugh with a gummy smile of his own....

...“I’m serious, though! You really have no idea what you’re doing, I don’t even know how I’ve been able to make proper meals with the ingredients you buy!”...

...“Okay, okay! We can go grocery shopping tomorrow, how about that?” Jimin asked, still smiling at Yoongi’s response....

...“Now we’re talking.” Yoongi said, and the stressed way he said it only made Jimin crack up again....

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...The mood continued just as lightly, Yoongi often trying to make Jimin laugh again, and they ate on the kitchen counter facing each other....

...When he wasn’t laughing, Jimin tried not to blush at the intimacy of it all. The way the older sat in front of him and ate, seemingly at ease in his white dress shirt, still with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, was so, so domestic it made Jimin’s heart swell....

...Jimin thought about his own appearance, and how he must be looking like so that Yoongi couldn’t, apparently, take his eyes off him as they ate. He adjusted his black framed glasses and looked down at his big, comfy sweats for a second before looking up, gulping....

...Yoongi was still watching him, lazily munching his food with a hint of a fond smile on his closed lips. Jimin tried to ignored his own blush and kept eating. It never failed to set him off, Yoongi’s way of looking at him. Jimin thought that he would probably never get used to that - to being so… important, to someone....

...Just the thought made Jimin want to cringe and go hide under the table, but he schooled his expression....

...When they finished, Yoongi just put the dirty dishes in the sink, claiming they would deal with that tomorrow. Jimin just stays seated and watches Yoongi go back to his own chair in front of him. The pregnant man smiles and asks,...

...“So, tomorrow, we go grocery shopping?” Yoongi looked taken aback for a second before he relaxed and a humored smile slid through his face,...

...“Yes, definitely .” the serious way Yoongi said it made Jimin’s shoulders shake slightly, “But I’ll need to go work early tomorrow, so it’ll have to be almost at nighttime. I hope you don’t mind-”...

...“I don’t mind.” Jimin said easily, and rested his cheeks on his both hands, as if admiring Yoongi with a silly smile on his face....

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...It was still early to go sleep, so they went to the living room, carrying the box of white cupcakes with them, and sat comfortably on the biggest sofa. They were eating with their own hands, and kind of making a mess of it....

...“It’s falling on my sofa!” Jimin exclaimed, as if scolding Yoongi but there was laughter in his voice, “This is brand new!!”...

...Yoongi just let out a gummy smile and started picking the pieces of cake sheepishly, his shoulders shaking with his own laughter. Although looking down, he didn’t look one bit sorry for it....

...Jimin watched, with a audible tsc, as Yoongi picked the fallen pieces of his cupcake and ate them....

...“They’re so good, once you get over destroying the art above them,” Yoongi commented, and Jimin had to admit, he was thinking the same thing. Those white cupcakes, with beautiful, edible roses and daisies and tiny edible pearls, were so beautiful Jimin felt bad for eating them with his bare hands. They were like works of art....

...“If the pastries are like this, i can only wonder how fancy the marriage itself must be…” Jimin commented and gave one last bite on his. The thing was entirely delicious, tasting of white chocolate, but not overly sweet....

...“Was this the last one?” Yoongi murmured, also having finished his. They both looked in the direction of the small box, and really, there were only crumbles left....

...“Ahh…” Jimin pouted....

...Yoongi, seeing Jimin pouting adorably, opened his mouth to say something stupid, like claiming he would drive somewhere to buy more of them, but got interrupted before speaking out when his phone pinged. Shit, he had forgotten to turn it to silent again....

...He was waiting for an email, so he had to check it....

...“I’m sorry, I’m just gonna-” Yoongi started apologizing but Jimin let out an eye smile immediately and said it was fine, they were just lazing around anyways....

...Yoongi nodded sheepishly and licked his fingers off the sugar, fetching his phone afterwards....

...Jimin smiled to himself and got his own phone distractedly, when the app that was opened before surprised him. Pinterest....

...He looked at Yoongi hesitantly, trying to gather the courage to say the words he wanted to, since this morning....

...“So,” he started, and Yoongi hummed back, not really looking away from his phone. Jimin turned his body in Yoongi’s direction on the sofa and bit his lip, before continuing, “...about earlier… uhm, about this morning,”...

...Yoongi looked up, having already seen that it wasn’t the email he was waiting for, and nodded, gulping down. There was only two ways that conversation could be going, and both were too much to not leave him nervous....

...“Yeah?” he said quietly, waiting for Jimin to continue. The red haired looked down to his phone’s screen again for a second, biting his lips nervously, before he openes his mouth to speak,...

...“About this morning, I was thinking, and… Here, look.” Jimin shoved his phone on Yoongi’s view, and after the older took a second for his eyes to focus, his eyebrows shot up at the image....

...It was a nursery room. A cute, overly decorated, nursery picture opened on pinterest....

...Yoongi spent some time in silence, not reacting at all, and Jimin anxiously spoke up, his voice nervous about Yoongi’s lack of words,...

...“What do you think?...” he asked hesitantly, and Yoongi didn’t look away from the picture as he hummed,...

...“Hm?” at that, Jimin bit his lower lip, already overthinking all his decisions so far,...

...“...Is it too much? Or not enough, maybe?” Jimin asked, and Yoongi finally looked away to Jimin, his eyes still a little lost,...

...“Uhm, it’s… it’s good, yeah! ...Really… good…” Yoongi said, completely lost but not wanting the other to assume wrong things....

...Jimin could see past that nervousness of Yoongi’s, so he scooted closer and began fiddling with the app,...

...“But that’s not even my favorite, I mean, I have been looking at these for weeks already and I can’t decide on what kind of thing I wanna do, you see? I saved so many pictures already, ahhaha,” Jimin got closer, until their shoulders were pressed, and Yoongi looked down to what Jimin was showing him. Folders upon folders of pictures saved inside the app, all of baby room decorations....

...“Let me see,” Yoongi mumbled, and Jimin passed the phone to him easily. They watched as Yoongi slid through the pictures, pausing sometimes to look better. It was a whole new world for him, and he was hesitant about it, but wanted to please Jimin and do his part anyways....

...“Uhm, so, that’s why the room upstairs was like that,” Jimin said after some moments, with a faint smile on his face, his eyebrows furrowed in hesitant, though....

...“Really?” Yoongi asked, looking up to Jimin’s face, and seeing it so close to his....

...“Yes, really.” Jimin smiled sheepishly, “I just really can’t decide, but I want it to do it myself. I think getting a stranger to do my own kid’s room would be too much, even for someone like me.” Jimin meant it like he was a model, and everything in his life was decorated and chosen by professional designers and stylists, but the meaning was lost to Yoongi. Not that the older was paying attention to that detail, specifically, anyways....

...“You… you want to go look for stores? I can go with you,” Yoongi said, and then shook his head and corrected himself, looking right into Jimin’s eyes, “I want to go with you.”...

...“That would be awesome.” Jimin answered simply, his lips turned upwards, a shyly excited look in his eyes....

...“We should go as soon as we can, right?” Yoongi asked, and Jimin nodded....

...“Yes. We should.”...

...They stayed in silence for a second, until Jimin spoke up again, hesitant about his words, but happy with his own thoughts,...

...“So… You’ll sleep here tonight?” he asked, almost whispering, as if it was a secret between them. Yoongi gulped, staring at Jimin’s face with a lost look in his eyes, and nodded....

...“If… If you’re okay with it? ...I… I would… appreciate it.” Yoongi said, thinking his choice of words was lame, but the eye smile Jimin gave him was almost shining,...

...“I’m okay with it.” Jimin repeated, almost not containing his cheeky grin. Yoongi’s heart clenched at how adorable the other was....

...“And, I was thinking…” Jimin started again, getting even closer to Yoongi, pressing their shoulders together and bringing his face to meet Yoongi’s, their noses inches apart, “...And I thought I could ask you… What would you think of moving in? Because I want that. So… Would you move in with us?” he asked, his expression barely containing his giddy excitement, and Yoongi, looking right at Jimin’s doe eyes, felt like his heart was about to explode....

...“With us?” Yoongi repeated, in a strained voice. His face was of astonishment as Jimin pecked him on the lips playfully, so quick it left Yoongi’s lips with a weird feel of longing, and Jimin smiled what, in Yoongi’s opinion, was the most beautiful eye-smile he had ever seen,...

...“Yes.” Jimin giggled and took one of Yoongi’s hands, moving it to rest against his bump,...

...“Move in. With us.”...

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...“...Just stay out of it, you’re doing it all wrong!” Jaesung nearly shouted on the phone, pacing around one giant living room in his mansion....

...The person on the other side of the line didn’t even bat an eyelash, and answered in a calm, careless voice,...

...“You know nothing about relationships.” she deadpanned. Her voice was pretty and sweet, but the tone held darker things underneath. Disgust, annoyance, irritation....

...“As if you do?!” Jaesung couldn’t help but be explosive. He was freaking out, basically, and the way the woman was behaving, calm and unperturbed, only seemed to worsen his nerves....

...“Just let him live, Jaesung.” she sounded like she was about to hang up, and the middle-aged man’s eyes widened at the notion....

...“Wait, you listen to me!! You’ve already ruined my life, I won’t have you ruining my son’s as well-!”...

...“Ruining your life?” Hyoji scoffed and laughed. Jaesung stopped walking and stood helpless in the middle of his mansion, feeling more alone than ever....

...“Yes.” he croaked, not at all feeling the same humour as the older woman....

...“You’re so weak.” she still held a laugher in her voice, and Jaesung’s heart broke a little more....

...Maybe he was weak, yes. He just wanted the best for his son. For Yoongi to, just for once, be really his son. For them to be a family, at least....

...“He’s just like you.” Jaesung sighed, in a tired voice, his grip on the phone loosening. They had that conversation way too many times already....

...“He’s just like you .” Hyoji shot back, still scoffing in her pretty, velvet-y voice, “Unfortunately.” she added....

...“...I’m not giving up, Hyoji.” Jaesung said, seemingly out of nowhere, but those words had their proper meaning in their current conversation. Both of them knew it....

...“But you should.” she said, a hint of mercilessly in her voice, “You should give up.” she repeated, and in Jaesung’s opinion, those were the most cruel words he had ever heard. The meaning behind them was the most ugly thing possible....

...Jaesung opened his mouth to retort, but there was nothing to say right now. He knew they would argue too much in the near future anyways....

...His explosive voice was gone. He was fire, but she was ice. He had no chance against that, since the very beginning. They stayed in silence for a moment. Jaesung had lost his will for tonight....

...He quietly hung up before the venom coming from the other side of the line could reach his skin....

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