Jimin’s Moon Obsession

The Masterlist

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Oneshots:

Spirits Bright (f)

A Park Family Christmas

Series:

If Snow Decides to Fall (m)

Idol AU, Unplanned Pregnancy

Status: Active

To Be A Viper (m)

Mafia AU

13. “Idols that fall in line.”

Chapter Warnings: pregnancy, toxic parenting

Taglist: @marihoneywk @amarawayne @chimmy-licious

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Jimin was fed up, even after you shared the offer the company had given to you. He was upset with you, mostly because he was shocked that you’d seriously lend an ear to this. Above all, he was livid with every executive that had been in that conference room earlier. What a manipulative tactic they were trying to deploy.

You, on the other hand, were shocked that he wasn’t willing to give it a chance at all. That the guarantee of security for your family wasn’t enough to pique his interest. Plus, not that it was more important, but didn’t he desire for you to have a job again? To do what you love?

Your boyfriend was still sitting at the island, mindful of his demeanor. While in a state of rejection, he knew you were only trying to protect your unborn child.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, choosing his words carefully, “This doesn’t make sense. You do realize that I’m not an unfortunate man, right? We could easily hire third party protection. It doesn’t have to come through the company.”

You leaned back against the counter, hands gripping the edges, “I suppose that’s true, but wouldn’t it be more convenient to receive it from the same place you already do? Also, wouldn’t it help keep some semblance of peace?”

Jimin’s plump lips pressed together. Again, he was trying to watch his demeanor, but he was having to trap in a laugh.

You looked down, “What’s so funny about that?”

He looked up at you, reeling himself in, “I’m sorry, it’s not funny. It’s just, you talk about peace. There can be no peace when a man publicly denounces the mother of his child.”

Now you were the one trying to hold back your irritation, “Denounces?”

His response was stern, “I’m sure it would make things more comfortable for the company if I did this. I’m sure it make things more peaceful for them, probably the guys, and yes - my career as a whole. But have you forgotten that half of my life isn’t the more important one? This is. Us. I cannot and I will not go on a live in front of millions of people, and tell them that I regret you.”

You threw your hands up in the air, “That’s not what it says!”

“Why are you defending it so passionately?? You just said a few minutes ago that you wouldn’t have written it that way yourself!”

“You haven’t even bothered to read it!”

He left the chair in a fluster and started towards the living room, “Fine. Let me see it then.”

You rolled your eyes, taking the last apple slice off the cutting board to eat as you went after him. Jimin snatched the piece of paper off the coffee table and read it while standing up.

You waited quietly, chewing with back against the wall. His brows scrunched a little as he concentrated. Until finally, he’d made it through every word.

Jimin held the piece of paper up, the printed side facing you, “It’s everything I suspected. And worse.”

“Is it so bad that you won’t suck it up and read it for the sake of our child?? Or me?? Or your own goddamn career?!”

Your voice slipped as you those last words blurted out of you. Tears were beginning to coat your eyes.

He crushed the paper in his fist and tossed it on the floor. With a slight shake of his head, Jimin sighed and eliminated any remaining space between the two of you. It exposed another layer of anguish swirling in your mind. He saw that you weren’t just concerned for yourself and the baby - you wanted his career to be okay. You wanted him to continue to succeed, because you loved him and thought that’s what he deserved.

It was the same old fear that had presented itself six months prior. His memory of that moment was crystal clear. You were sitting in this same living room in your work attire, having just come from what was supposed to be an appointment for birth control. He remembered how nervous you were, worried that walking this path would ruin everything he’d worked for.

The two of you had come a long way since then, but apparently that anxiety was still inside you.

His hands gently found rest on your sides, your swollen belly touching his torso.

Your eyes pointed downward.

Your boyfriend’s voice lost its rigor. He was softer now, “I need you to hear me, sweetheart, okay? That piece of paper Minjun handed you is not a ticket to freedom. Things can never be the way they were, and we can never have the type of family life that most people imagine for themselves. This noise all around us…It will never go quiet. Not fully. And the worst thing I could do would be to tell the world that I have any ounce of shame for what we’ve done. It would be like saying part of me wishes this didn’t happen. That’s a lie I’m just not willing to let people believe.”

You met his eyes, forcing a weak grin. Your hands wrapped around his wrists, removing them from your face. Instead, you held onto them at your sides.

“Sometimes the right thing can feel wrong, Jimin. It can hurt. I’m okay with enduring another little sting, if in the end I can have my baby kept safe, my career rebuilt, and my love remaining on the same amazing trajectory he’s made for himself.”

He was silent, confounded that your position remained the same.

You went on, “I know it’s not a ticket to freedom. I’m not naive. But this is the route to getting most of what we want.”

“I could start looking into security for you tomorrow,” he pushed back, “Hell, I could even see if Daejin would point us in the right direction. I’m not too proud to ask him for help. And my career is going to be fine. We were talking about it before you got back. We could work with them to strategize on our own. Not to mention, the guys would choose us over the company. At the end of the day, we will become so formidable that they won’t even try to spin this. In fact, they might do all they can to meet our demands.”

“You’re saying you want to launch a media war against your own label?”

There was a fire in his eyes, “I’m saying I want to threaten them with one, yes.”

You let go of his wrists and walked deeper into the room, back facing him, “And you don’t think that might blow up in your face? In all of your faces? It’s career suicide.”

“I’m so confused with you right now,” he groaned, “Really, I am. You’re speaking like you don’t know anything about this group you worked with for over a year. You’ve seen how we band together. It’s not up for debate.”

You turned to him once more, “I’m not disputing that the guys would have our backs. I’m saying that it wouldn’t be enough. Sure, there’s a possibility that the company might decide to back down, if we ganged up on them like that. But they are at the top of an industry, Jimin.”

“No, BTS is at the top of the industry.”

You shrugged, “You both are. One couldn’t have risen without the other. Your success as a group has created an entertainment, economic giant. And you all got to this point by playing by a very specific set of rules. Don’t get me wrong - I’m not in agreement with many of those rules for obvious reasons. But it’s the truth, and it’s the standard across the entire business. I love you and I think it’s a noble thing you’re trying to do, but if you try to burn that rule book and take a public stance against these people, you aren’t just taking a stance against them. It’s the whole industry. Every other label. Let’s say we do what you’re suggesting. Let’s say a bunch of stories from other publications start trickling out, claiming you’re in opposition to your company. The public would catch onto the fact that it would be you sourcing it.”

“Maybe I’m okay with that.”

“Alright, then what? BTS gets out of their contract? Where will you go then? No other label would want to sign you guys. You might think they’d be clambering for the opportunity, but they all play by that same rule book. You’d be a liability, because you would have declared yourself a threat to the very thing that makes them money.”

Jimin scowled, “Which is…?”

“Idols that fall in line.”

He threw his hands in the air and looked at the ceiling, “How are you even saying these things right now??”

You became defensive, rushing out every word, “I don’t take pleasure in any of it, Jimin! I wish it was different! Why can’t you agree to take the path of least resistance, for the good of everyone? You’re thinking of it as bending the knee, but I’m saying it’s looking out for us all! It’s an imperfect…yet wise and practical move.”

He sat down on the couch, head hanging low in defeat. His brain had exhausted every possible argument, and now he was left with no choice but to consider your logic. You sighed and went to sit beside him.

“I can’t do this to you…” he said in a near whisper.

You placed your hand on his jaw, gently turning his head so he would face you. His lips remained almost motionless when you kissed them.

“You wouldn’t be doing it to me. You’d be doing it for me.”

*1 week later*

The song ended over the stereo system, allowing the seven to stop moving. All were sweaty, panting, some doubled over.

They were running through more than one choreography that afternoon, and everyone was glad to have Jimin back. He’d returned to his typical work schedule, simply because he had to. There were rehearsals to be done, photo shoots, recordings. There was still a tour to prepare for.

It wasn’t as hard as he thought. Sure, there were more stares in his direction, but most employees tried to remain as discreet as they could. They kept any gossip relegated to times where he and the other members weren’t around.

Jimin chugged water, sitting on the floor with his back against the giant practice mirror. This particular practice was finished, but he wasn’t free to go home yet. He had a meeting with Minjun in a little while. It was a good thing he’d exercised prior - released some of the pent-up tension.

The other members were up to speed on everything that had transpired. Their jaws were on the floor when he told them about Seoyeon and Daejin. As he predicted, they were fully on your side, but warily. They knew it could get even messier, and were all hoping it wouldn’t get to that.

Their support gave him the strength to keep pushing forward, whether he chose to deliver the statement or not. That matter was still undecided.

Jungkook stretched out his hand and pulled Jimin up onto his feet, “Okay?”

He nodded, breathless, “Yeah.”

“Know what you’re going to say to Minjun?”

The older of the two glanced around them to be sure no other staff member was within earshot, “I think so. The most important thing is discussing specific security measures. He promised protection, now he needs to be more detailed about that. I need to know precisely what Y/N and I are getting in return if I…accept their condition.”

Jungkook pushed some damp strands of hair from his face, “How do you feel about that ‘condition’ now?”

Jimin gulped down more water before lifting up the hem of his shirt to pat his upper lip dry of sweat, “I hate it, Jungkook. And I can tell she hates it too, deep down. But over the past few days, I suppose I can see where she’s coming from.”

“So…Does that mean you’ll do it?”

“I don’t know,” he sighed, “Whenever I catch myself potentially coming around to it, I’m consumed with revulsion all over again. I picture my kid seeing it someday, their father speaking that way about their mother. You read it, you know what I’m talking about.”

The younger man shrugged, “I don’t have a dog in this fight and I’ll have your back regardless of what you choose. But if I’m honest, yeah, I wouldn’t feel great saying that stuff. But then again, you can’t always do what feels good. And hey, you’re more used to that premise than anyone else - doing hard things.”

“I don’t know if you can equate working at singing and dancing to telling the world you regret your relationship with the mother of your child.”

Jungkook grinned a little. He didn’t know how else to respond without being provocative, “That’s not what the script says.”

Jimin looked down and grumble, “It implies it. Heavily.”

“Let’s talk about something more positive then. Don’t you have an ultrasound later? That’s…that’s fun, right?”

The desperation to change the subject cracked a genuine smirk on his face. Intentional or not, Jungkook managed to be the humorous younger brother. He chuckled and put his arm around him as they walked to the other guys, who were watching the playback of their rehearsal, “Yes, it’s fun. It couldn’t come at a better time, especially for Y/N. She’s been doing her best to keep occupied, to her credit. She finally took a crack at putting the nursery together. Ordered paint, a crib, the basic stuff.”

“That’s good. You know, it probably would be good for her to get out the apartment though.”

They were now close enough to the other members for them to overhear. Jimin replied, his grin fading, “I know. I worry about her being so cooped up, but until the ball starts rolling in either direction, we’ve decided it would be best if she stayed put. At the bare minimum, security needs to be arranged for her.”

Wanting to boost his confidence before the meeting with Minjun, Namjoon broke his focus, “Jimin, you nailed it here. Maybe that short stint of resting your muscles did wonders for you.”

“Yeah,” Hoseok concurred, “Your lines are impeccable. Not even I can pick it apart this time.”

Jimin grinned, “Thanks.”

“Is anyone else starving?” Taehyung asked the group.

Jin chuckled, typing on his phone, “I’m ordering food as we speak. Jimin, do you have time to eat before you head up?”

“Actually, Minjun is providing a meal for this. I guess I’ll count it as an early dinner.”

Yoongi shrugged, mindful to keep his voice down, “That’s a decent strategy. Feed the man, keep his temper at bay. Casual.”

Jimin shrugged. He had his own strategy for this meeting that he hadn’t yet shared with them. The members obviously knew about the strange encounter with Seoyeon and Daejin, both in that conference room and at home, but he had a trick up his sleeve today that no one foresaw. He hadn’t even told you about it - it was a decision he made that morning as he left the apartment.

“Sure,” he replied, “Maybe one could look at it that way. You guys go ahead and eat. I’m going to find a shower and change.”

Namjoon nodded, “Good luck.”

Jimin walked into an office steak dinner. The cuts of meat were beautifully nestled into a bed of mashed potatoes on their respective plates. Some greens to the side. Much to his frustration, the sight had him salivating, his resolve slightly diminished. It had him wondering if Yoongi had actually been right. Minjun had to know that he’d be ravenous after a practice that long.

The manager stood from his desk. He didn’t greet him at the reception this time and walk him back to his individual space. Perhaps it was another power play.

“You’ve made good time. The food just got here.”

The men shook hands, bowing their heads as a mutual sign of respect, even if it was purely performative at this point.

“I appreciate it,” Jimin deployed as gracious of a tone as he could, “It’s very kind.”

“It’s the least I could do.” Minjun replied, walking over to a cabinet off to the side. He pulled out from its confines a bottle of dark liquor, instantly recognizable by its blue label. Johnny Walker Blue Label - a top shelf name.

“Now, I keep this for more celebratory purposes, but would you care for a glass?”

The artist couldn’t wipe the smirk from his face, but maintained his composure, “I’m okay, thank you. Though I’m flattered by such high treatment.”

Minjun played the game and smiled back, returning to his desk, “That was rather the point.”

Jimin waited for him to start cutting into his steak before he did the same. As he did so, the words spilled out, “Your objective is to butter me up, that much is clear.”

“If that’s your perspective.”

“It is.”

The executive inhaled through his nose, “There’s no reason we shouldn’t maintain a healthy, professional relationship. We are on the same team, after all. We want the same things.”

Then his phone started to ring. The sound was music to Jimin’s ears, the satisfaction filling his chest with lightness. His plan was in action now.

Already knowing who it was, he pretended to pull out the device and check the caller’s name.

“Ah,” he glanced up at Minjun, “I’m terribly sorry, but I do need to take this.”

He pressed the green circle on the screen and put the phone to his ear, making sure the volume was low enough to prevent eavesdropping.

“Hey, Daejin. How are things?”

Minjun’s expression soured. He looked half amused, half pissed. His first bite of steak was consumed as he had to sit and endure this. Jimin was perfectly content with his reaction.

Daejin replied, “Well enough. Did I call at the right time?”

Jimin grinned slightly, “Yes, thank you. Can I call you back later? Important meeting.”

His chuckle was muffled, but audible, “What you’re doing is pretty bold. Hope this works.”

“Thanks. Talk soon.”

He hung up, concluding the ploy. Without missing a beat, Jimin cut into his steak and ate a chunk.

The man sitting opposite of him chuckled, though clearly wasn’t jubilant. The grin barely reached the eyes, “It seems you’ve gotten acquainted. That’s an unexpected move on your part, but clever, I must give you credit.”

His body heated, “Company culture permits it, does it not? You set the precedent with that meeting last week. Tried to take advantage of the woman carrying my baby.”

Minjun skated past that accusation, “What is your arrangement with Daejin?”

The concern in his voice was masked over with a professional glaze, but it was still noticeable. Jimin had gained the upper hand.

“There is no formal arrangement, no need to worry,” he replied, nonchalantly cutting another piece of steak, “You know about my past with his wife. The last thing I’d want is to have to consider some sort of partnership with that pair. But recent…developments have forced me to at least establish a connection.”

Minjun was a savvy businessman. He understood what was at stake.

“For the benefit of all involved, I think it would be best if you and I discuss how we can prevent that connection from evolving further.”

Jimin nodded, swallowing his food and reaching into his bag, “I couldn’t agree more.”

Before the manager could get another word in, he slapped a piece of paper on the table, “This is my revised draft of your little statement.”

“Revised?” Minjun peered down at the paper, reading it, “No. The original copy was written by professionals, Jimin. It was solid.”

Jimin was firm, “This is what I’m willing to read for you. And I did you the kindness of leaving in some parts which I found less palatable.”

“Yes, but what you have inserted is…”

“Real.”

“Risky,” Minjun corrected, “If you say these things, it will be upsetting. Not just to fans, but the industry as a whole.”

He recalled what you’d said earlier. What the industry wanted.

Idols that fall in line

Jimin recoiled, “Well there’s already been plenty of upset out there since we left the hospital. I don’t see how this could make things any worse. Besides, I’m only the first of us. We’re all going to settle down someday and have families. I can concede that the way it’s happened with me has been a shock, but we might as well get used to this. Fans should get used to it. And the industry should change.”

The other man sighed, reading the paper again, “Take out this part and it’s fine.”

He couldn’t tell if Minjun truly absorbed what he said, or if he was simply ignoring the sentiment. He looked at the sentence in question and wanted to roll his eyes, but refrained, “Deal.”

“And there’s another condition I’m going to add.”

Jimin took another bite from his plate, “Which is…?”

“That you do the live here in the building, not from home. And that you do it immediately after this meeting.”

He quickly swallowed everything, “I can’t. We have an ultrasound at home right after this. I won’t miss it.”

Minjun sighed, “I understand you’d like to be there, but we must get this done as soon as possible. A statement is long overdue. We haven’t put out anything since the hospital photos came out. The longer we wait, the bigger the drama.”

Jimin huffed, “I get the urgency, but I’d far rather do it from home. I can go live right after the ultrasound.”

“True, and that would have been fine if the original statement was kept, but with the edits you’ve made I believe this is the proper setting. It’s really the best of both worlds for you. You’ll be able to establish unity with both your girlfriend and your label. All of us as one.”

He remained still for a moment, loathing the fact that he had a decent point. Although, the notion of being ‘one’ was laughable at the moment.

His volume lowered, “I might be able to warm up to that idea, for the right amount of protection in return.”

Minjun was chewing as he let himself recline back into his chair, “Ah, yes. The security aspect.”

Jimin hummed, a sternness returning to his eyes. There would be no room for compromise on this one.

“I think this could be very simple,” he said, “I want her to have the exact same degree of protection as is given to me and the other members. And then once my child reaches a certain age, I want to see it double.”

The other man chuckled, “Did Y/N not explain our conversation thoroughly enough? We were prepared to offer that from the jump.”

Jimin mirrored his smug little grin, “I’m very glad to hear it. And I want to set that age at two. For any event where my child might be in a large crowd, or in a situation where normalcy could be compromised. The priority is as normal of an upbringing as possible.”

Minjun nodded, “I can agree to that. It will be an increased presence.”

“And nothing too stifling either,” he added, “Whoever gets this job has to understand the fine line between protection and isolation.”

“Then perhaps when the time comes,” the executive offered, “You and Y/N can have final approval of the candidate, so you can rest assured it will be carried out how you’d like.”

He knew you would agree to that with vigor.

“Good. And I’d like for the mother of my child to be able to leave our home without fear of harassment, so let’s make sure her guard is brought on immediately. It’s not healthy, the way she has to hide in that apartment.”

Minjun acquiesced, “Consider it done. Give us until the end of the business week. Is there anything else?”

He experienced a moment of pause. An image of you flashed in his mind - the young stylist he’d met at the start of a photoshoot. He saw that woman again, how you intently leaned over some cheap plastic folding table, eyes focused on sewing up a loose button on his jacket. Then he recalled countless instances just like it, all the times you fixed wardrobe malfunctions, wheeled in racks of pieces that enhanced their image as a group. You fit in that role so well. And you found fulfillment in it.

It probably wouldn’t work, but Jimin decided that he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he didn’t at least try for you.

“I want her to have her job back.”

Minjun’s face softened a little, “On that, my hands are tied. I can’t wave a magic wand and upend policy like that. However, the sentiment towards her around here is actually more sympathetic than you might believe. No one took pleasure in letting her go. The reason we offered to help connect her with a new role elsewhere isn’t just to get you to make that statement. It’s also because we know she’s a strong stylist, and we don’t like to see talent squandered.”

He hardly believed him, but Jimin remained resolute, “Look, I know you’re in a tough position. But again, precedent has already been overturned.”

“You’re not wrong, but that doesn’t mean we should just do away with all the rules. I mean, should we give Chaeyoung her job back too? Where would it end? That’s why we must stick with it.”

He was relieved to have confirmation that the woman had been ousted from her position.

Still his brows furrowed, defensive of your character, “You can’t equate the two. Y/N got into a serious, loving relationship. Chaeyoung, despite whatever reasoning she claims, threw our lives and this company into a tailspin. She intentionally defamed me, not to mention my ex, who never sought to be roped back into my business. It’s not a double standard to say that she was fired rightfully.”

“Regardless, the decision to terminate both of their employments is final. That’s how it’s going to be.”

A sigh left Jimin through his nostrils. The effort was futile, as anticipated. It angered him. He picked up the piece of paper once more from the table and looked at it. He’d spent so much time reading every word that it was almost memorized.

Defeat had punched him in the ribs, the feeling reverberating. Still, there were some victories to be reaped. It was bittersweet. Loss and gains.

And on top of all of it, there was the added sting of missing the ultrasound.

“I think we’re done here. I’ll give Y/N a call, let her know I won’t be able to make it home in time.”

Minjun’s expression was unreadable, “Thank you, Jimin. I will get to work on the protection officer. You’ll be hearing from me again soon.”

The vanity in his tone was minimal but incessant, making his blood boil. It made him want to threaten calling Daejin again - a thought that caused him to freeze.

An idea came to him. A half-baked idea that probably should have been completed before he chose to share it, so he held it in.

He left the office without another word, heading to a lower floor, where he could find a studio room to log onto a computer and begin the live.

Once he found a free room, he locked himself in and whipped out his phone to make two important calls. The first was you.

You picked up right away, expecting to hear about the meeting, “Hey, how did things go?”

Jimin’s mind was going a mile a minute, “It went fine. Uh, I don’t really know where to begin. We’ve got the security nailed down and stuff, but I have to make do the live shortly, here.”

He didn’t sound like himself at all, “Wait, why are you doing it there? What about the appointment? Doctor Yoon will be here in half an hour.”

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he sighed, guilt lowering his spirits, “I won’t be able to make it. I have to do it this way.”

“Why?”

He suddenly realized that he hadn’t shown you the edits he’d made to the statement.

“Well,” he began, running a jittery hand through his hair, “This is a concession I’m making for something I negotiated in there…I made a few changes to the statement.”

“W-What?”

“I’m sorry. It was a last-minute thing I did. The original draft was terrible and I couldn’t let it slide. But the good news is, it’s a little better. I just have to deliver it here. Some bullshit about reinforcing unity with the company.”

“Jimin you’re going way too fast. What does it say?”

“I don’t have time to go through the whole thing. I have to get rolling. I’ll be home in a while, hopefully not too long. And I can’t wait to hear about the scan.”

“Jimin, what-”

“I know I’m not making a lot of sense. Again I’m sorry. Please trust me on this. All you have to do is have a good appointment and see our baby, okay?”

You gave up, “Ugh, okay, fine. But I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“I do…I think. Anyway I love you.”

He wasn’t entirely reassuring.

“Love you too.”

After getting off the phone with you, Jimin wasted no time in calling Jungkook. He didn’t answer, so he tried Taehyung instead, plopping himself down on the black leather sofa.

“Hey, how was it?” answered the slightly younger member.

“Fine,” he rushed, “Who is still here? Everyone? I need a quick meeting up in Studio 7.”

“Uh, yeah we’re all still here-”

“Gather whoever you can, please, if they’re not too busy. If they’re doing something, don’t bother. I just need to talk something through, right now.”

Taehyung was a little stunted on the other end, but went along with it, “Sure, sure. See you in a few minutes.”

Soon enough, all six came back filing into the room after a knock on the door. It restored some of Jimin’s assurance, to know that all of them would drop whatever they were doing to come to his aid.

He closed the door behind Jin, who was the last one to enter. Then he closed the door and locked it. By the time he turned back around to face them all, their eyes were trained on him. Concerned expressions ruled the room.

“Jeez, you look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Yoongi remarked, “What’s going on in your mind?”

“Yeah, you look kind of wired.” added Hoseok.

Jimin paced, body pumping full of adrenaline, “I-I have an idea. I can’t tell if I’m just so fucking pissed at Management that I’m not thinking clearly, or if it’s actually a good idea. And I need you guys to tell me if I’m being crazy.”

Jungkook asked, “So the meeting didn’t go well?”

“It wasn’t bad, wasn’t great. Bottom line is I have to go live in this room before heading home. I got Minjun to agree to some changes to the statement and this was a condition of his to that. But I also tried to talk him into giving Y/N her job back.”

Taehyung raised his brows, “He didn’t agree to that, right?”

Jimin nodded, pacing some more, “As expected, he didn’t budge, but then I remembered something. Remember how Seoyeon and Daejin told me that they proved their own innocence?”

“Oh right,” Namjoon said, “They were able to show that they weren’t responsible for starting the rumor. Names cleared.”

“That’s just it - they haven’t cleared their names. The public is still running rampant with the idea that Seoyeon was the source of that first article. Minjun and all of them know that’s false…”

It clicked for the leader, “But they haven’t done anything to help absolve them. They never put out another post saying it wasn’t her.”

Yoongi interjected, “Do they know it was Chaeyoung? Because if they don’t know who it was with absolute certainty, then I can see why they would hold back on that temporarily.”

Jimin faced him in particular, “They know. Daejin told them, and Minjun just confirmed with me that she’s been let go.”

There was a mutter from the youngest member, “Good riddance.”

Feeling his chest swell with more energy, Jimin went on, words blurting out, “They told me they’re considering a lawsuit against the company for that very reason. They’ve done nothing to counteract the hate against Seoyeon, other than assure people that I’m not the father of her kid. Even with the knowledge they have now.”

“And?” Taehyung asked, “Sorry, I didn’t mean for that to come off rude. What’s the point here?”

An odd sort of smirk formed on his face, “Well, what if I can prevent that from happening? What if I can save the company from getting sued by the CEO of one of the largest firms not just in this city, but the country?”

Once again, Namjoon got it, but he wasn’t sure he was on board, “You want to exonerate her on the live??”

For those who hadn’t caught on before, looks of shock were written on their faces as they waited for their bandmate to confirm or deny.

Jimin nodded, “Exactly. I’ll tell the world myself that she had nothing to do with it. My credibility is strong.”

There was suddenly an uproar of concerned comments flowing about the room.

He attempted to talk over them, “I know, okay? I know it may sound irrational but it helps everyone. If Minjun and his team think I’ve saved them from a damaging, and let’s face it, costly legal battle, they’ll have to give Y/N her job back. And Seoyeon…she won’t have to be a part of this anymore. She can live her life.”

Hoseok wore an anxious expression, “Have Daejin and Seoyeon actually threatened the company with a lawsuit yet? Served papers? Like, does Minjun even know that’s a possibility for them?”

“I…I’m not sure. I’d have to call Daejin and find out where they are with that. But after our meeting, Minjun knows we’ve connected. I, uh, sort of conspired with Daejin to have him call me at the start of the meeting.”

Yoongi chuckled, “Shit, that’s low. Good for you.”

“Anyway,” Jimin went right along, “I think it would be enough for them to cave and give Y/N her job back, right?”

A sigh came from Jin, “This is a lot to take in. Look, Jimin, all of us want her to be able to work here again. And I can understand why you of all people would be especially passionate about that, but honestly I can’t see this plan of yours guaranteeing it. I mean, yeah, I’m sure Minjun would be grateful to you for helping them dodge a bullet, but maybe not enough for him to overturn such a firm rule in this place.”

Taehyung remarked, “Plus, if you sit in front of the camera and tell everyone it wasn’t Seoyeon, won’t you give some sort of explanation as to why she was singled out in the first place? You might have to disclose your past relationship with her.”

Jimin threw up his hands, voice strained, “Yeah, I suppose, but is that really the end of the world?? We’ve all got exes. I, for one, have a handful. What, we’re never allowed to let our fans know that we date?? Then how the hell are we supposed to find love that lasts?”

Namjoon reeled them back, “Alright, let’s stay on point here guys. Jimin, I agree with what Jin said. The way things are laid out right now, I don’t know if the company would feel enough pressure to get them to do what you want. What we all want. I know you’re feeling exceptional amounts of bitterness, anger, grief. But perhaps it’s best to continue with the plan you had just hours ago - read the statement, get your girlfriend and the baby more protection, and then hopefully she’ll end up with a very similar job somewhere else. It’s not like her career is over. She just won’t be here.”

Jimin was brought back down from his high. He may have been a little enthusiastic when the conversation started, but not blind to wisdom. He finally quit the nervous pacing and sat on the arm of the sofa, next to Hoseok.

He put his hands on his knees, voice trailing off into the distance, “Fuck, maybe you’re right…I just wanted to be able to give her what I know she’d want in a perfect world. I feel so bad. I-I know she’s excited to be a mom and all but sometimes I feel like she puts on a brave face for me. And I’m just as excited to be a dad, but this whole thing has cost her so much and every now and then I want to go back to how things were before. Not because I regret the baby or our relationship, but because of how drastically it’s altered her life for the…for the worse.”

His eyes began to brim with tears. To conceal or cope with his emotion, he pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his lids.

Hoseok reached to place a hand on his back, “You can’t afford to think that way right now. Besides, you don’t really mean that.”

“Yeah, if things went back to the way they were before, you’d still be sneaking around with her,” Yoongi mentioned, “Your relationship would be stagnant.”

Namjoon tried to lighten the mood a little, “You know, you keep saying she’s the love of your life. If you truly mean that, then all of this was inevitable from the start. Meant to be.”

Jimin looked at him with a slightly teary smile and cracked a chuckle, “It’s still weird to hear you say things like that, after everything you felt before.”

The other man smirked, repeating the same words he used when they were in the kitchen after making up, “Well, she is, isn’t she?”

The rest of the members realized they weren’t in on this inside joke, but didn’t care - it made Jimin laugh.

He took a deep breath, feeling more centered, “Okay, my head is clearer. Time to do a live, I guess. Thanks guys.”

As the group was about to disperse, Yoongi spoke up unexpectedly.

“Hold on…No one accuse me of being too friendly towards a woman we all rightfully dislike, but maybe you give Daejin a call before you do the live. See what they think of you clearing her name anyway.”

Some of the others looked quite perplexed.

“Why?” Taehyung’s face was close to a sneer.

Yoongi shrugged, “Could be the right thing to do. I don’t know. Jimin, maybe you haven’t been paying as close attention to what’s being online and I applaud you for that, but she’s getting destroyed. Fans are being cruel. And frankly, there’s a similar sentiment for your girlfriend.”

Jimin’s heart felt squeezed. He struggled to hear that such awful things were being said about you, but it made him get the point.

He looked at him with a softened face, “I’ll see what they think but I have a feeling they’ll take me up on it. They could only gain from it.”

Jungkook’s brows went up, “Do what you think is best, I suppose.”

He let out a sigh, “He’s right though. I have the power to make life easier for them, so why shouldn’t I? It’s hard to admit, but I looked at Seoyeon when she was at our place and couldn’t help but see Y/N. Devastated, tired, and about to have a baby.”

Namjoon put a hand on his shoulder, doing his best to show support, “Seems you have a call to make. We’ll get out of your hair, but we’re right behind you.”

The group wished him luck and then parted ways, filing back out into the hallway. Jimin closed the door behind them again, preparing to call Daejin.

On the other side of the door, the six men started back towards the elevators in order to return to their respective tasks. Some would be heading home. They all got into the same elevator.

When the box slid closed, Namjoon cleared his throat a bit, “Let’s all tune into the live. I want him to see us leaving encouraging comments. Now’s the time to show the fans and the company that we have a backbone.”

Each one agreed wholeheartedly.

You were laying comfortably on the couch, enjoying a moment’s respite from the loud world. For now, it was you and your baby, visible in black and white for you to admire.

Doctor Yoon wore a soft grin, “I feel like I sound like a broken record whenever we do these. Once again, everything’s looking good.”

You shook your head, unable to shirk the smile on your face or pull your eyes off the screen, “I honestly can’t believe it, after everything that’s happened.”

“Give yourself some credit,” she said, “A mother’s body is resilient.”

“Must be, or I’ve just been incredibly lucky.”

Your bubble of peace burst when your phone received a notification. Taking a second to pick it up and check it, you realized that it was a notification that Jimin was now starting his live.

You set the phone back down and inhaled a deep breath, an all too familiar knot returning to your stomach. It was unnerving to not know what he was going to say, whatever changes he made to the statement.

Doctor Yoon noticed the shift in your demeanor, “I’ve got something for you to think about. A little homework, if you will.”

Bless this woman for wanting to distract you from your worrying.

You turned your head slightly towards her, “What’s that?”

She removed the wand from your belly and turned off the portable machine, “Start researching birthing methods, put a plan together.”

That made you chuckle, “It’s absolutely ridiculous, but thinking about that whole ordeal is actually preferable next to this mess.”

She laughed with you, “Yeah, you might as well. You’re almost to the home stretch. The third trimester will be here before you know it.”

You placed a hand behind your head as she wiped the gel from your belly, “That’s wild. We have so much to do. We keep reminding ourselves that we need to get cracking on things, but somehow haven’t really started yet.”

The doctor made a bit more small talk with you, told you to keep taking your medication, and then left you alone. You enjoyed her company always, but this time you were itching for the appointment to reach its end. You wanted to see what Jimin was saying.

You were about to open the app to tune in when your father called you.

You could have suffered cardiac arrest when his name appeared on the screen, having lost track of how much time had passed since you last spoke to the man. Part of you felt a swell of gratitude that finally, he wanted to talk to you. The other half was pissed that he had to call at the worst possible time. Still, the choice was clear.

“Dad??”

His voice sounded a little worn down, “Hi, sweetie…Is now a good time?”

“S-Sure,” you blurted, walking around the living room dumbfounded, “I just wasn’t expecting this at all.”

“I know it’s been a while. I’m so sorry. Your mother, she’s been on me lately about it. After she visited you guys, she came back and had nothing but positive things to say about the boy.”

You rolled your eyes, “He’s not ‘the boy’, Dad. He’s a grown man. And he’s a wonderful one.”

He sighed, “She thinks so too. Apparently he really impressed her.”

You found a seat on one of the plush chairs, “Yeah, he tends to impress people. Except for you.”

There was a pause.

“Not entirely true. My perspective started to shift, and lately I’ve been wanting to…well, meet with him myself. You know, have a heart-to-heart. I realize I’ve been unfair to you both, unwilling to give him a proper chance.”

A sense of lightness washed over you. Finally, he was coming around.

“But…”

You closed your eyes and pressed your lips together, all of that relief gone in an instant.

Tone dripping with bitterness now, you dared to ask, “But what, Dad?”

“But after the events of the past week or so, one of my worst fears about this situation has come to be. This is precisely what I was talking about all those months ago, when you told us about him. I want to support my daughter, my only child, the best I can. Please, please consider what I’m about to ask.”

You were rubbing one palm on your thigh as you tried to soothe yourself, eyes flittering up to the ceiling with tears welling up. It felt like he’d just dangled a carrot in front of you, and then yanked it away. You were close to getting your father back, and now it was obvious that was far from reality.

“No,” you said, voice hitched, “I honestly don’t want to hear it. God, why can’t you just…I-I’m going through the hardest things I’ve ever experienced and you refuse to just meet me where I’m at! You’re wasting your energy focusing on my relationship with Jimin. He isn’t the problem! The fact that I’m having a child with him isn’t the problem!”

Your father came out with it, “Look, due to everything that’s been going on, I made the decision to take my retirement. And…your mother and I are moving to Kamakura.”

Eyes went wide as your brain practically malfunctioned. A hand went to your forehead, pushing any hair out of your face, “Japan?! Why?!”

You were crying furiously now.

He didn’t want to raise your temper any further, so he kept his tone mellow, “It’s been our plan for a while now. You know we love it there, we took you there a lot as a kid. We figured now would be a good time to go, given all that’s transpired. We’re starting to get unwanted attention ourselves, you know. Some of our friends haven’t been the same after seeing those photos, or have outright cast us aside. You know the culture in our town. But none of that is the point. I’m hoping you’ll come with us.”

You jeered immediately, “Seriously? That’s how you want to make amends with me?! You cut me off for pretty much half a year and then expect me to say ‘sure, Dad, I’ll drop everything and move out of the country with you’?”

“Please try to understand, sweetie. This is the only way I know how to protect you from all of this shit flying around. You can live much more under the radar there.”

“Yeah, without the father of my child! How could you possibly think I might agree to this?! Unless, of course, the invitation extends to him as well?”

He said nothing, as predicted.

You tossed up a hand, “See? I knew it. You think Jimin is the root of the issue. You need a face to put to all of this madness and you’ve chosen him. I don’t know how to convince you otherwise, Dad.”

As soon as those words left you, the realization hit you again, filling you with despair. You couldn’t convince him. In one fell swoop, all hope of reconciliation was gone. You knew your father loved you - that’s what increased the pain. Still, it was no excuse for the behaviors, the insults thrown at the man you adored. And your mother? How did she feel about this?

“I have to go,” you sniffled, “I wish things could have been different. Good luck with your move. I…I love you, Dad.”

In spite of everything, you did. Of course you did. And you had no idea how long it would be until you spoke with him again, so you had to say it.

“I love you too, my girl,” he said, “Please, I want you to be okay. I want you and this grandchild of mine to be okay.”

You could taste your salty tears as you spoke, “I know you do. And I’ll be okay, I promise. The man you refuse to accept is the one who makes sure I’m okay each and every day. You haven’t been here for any of it.”

It crushed you to hang up, but you had to let it go. You were in a state of bewilderment, unable to keep yourself from sobbing. You wept with your entire body, shoulders jerking up and down. This was the most unwelcome form of closure you could have had. It was done. He couldn’t get there. Your mother partially did, but now they were really leaving.

Maybe it would truly be better for them, and maybe you should have been glad for that. For now, there was only heartbreak.

The six members couldn’t help but gather in Hoseok’s private studio. It turned out that this was too big for them to go back to their own schedules. Naturally, they wanted to be together to witness whatever was about to unfold.

Each one logged in on their own phones, so they could be prepared to comment separately.

Jimin had been live for several minutes at this point, but hadn’t gotten to the statement, which he’d dedicated to memory. In the meantime, he was killing time, waiting for as many people to join the live as possible. The members could tell that he wasn’t reading the comments, which were filled with questions and jabs. In the meantime, he simply greeted the viewers a couple of times.

He looked nervous, but not shaken. There may have even been a hint of ire in his eyes.

Then it started.

“Hi, everyone. This won’t be long, but I wanted to come on and talk about what’s been happening lately. Obviously, people have a lot of questions and I’m sure I won’t cover them all, but I’m not going to sugarcoat anything…So, clearly the rumor is true. I’m going to be a father in only a few months.”

A collective sigh was let out in the room. It was finally said. No going back now.

Jimin’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, trying to keep solid. Then he grinned a bit, “This has been a very exciting time and I’m so grateful to have the support of the other members, my family, and the company itself. They’ve all been a source of strength when things have gotten overwhelming.”

There was a shred of insincerity in his tone at that latter sentence. Namjoon couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt, wondering if it meant Jimin still carried some residual anger toward him.

The others were shocked at how the comment section was flooding. They’d never seen anything like it.

Jimin’s smile faded as he cleared his throat, “I, uh, also want to make sure you guys know that Seoyeon is not involved in this at all.”

Jungkook mumbled, “Guess he got their permission.”

Yoongi grinned, “Good for you, Jimin.”

Namjoon shushed them both.

He went on after a pause, summoning the courage to let it out in the open, “She was the subject of that false article because we did have a relationship in the past. An individual who was familiar with that information was the source of the story, and that person has been dealt with. It’s important to me that you all know she was not the one who started that. I’m asking you all to stop going after her and her husband. That is not what I stand for, so please let them be.”

Jimin stopped again. He could hardly believe the things he was saying, now that he was actually saying them. Now for the hardest parts.

“The woman you saw recently is my girlfriend. She’s experienced a great deal of hardship over the course of these last months. As you all can imagine, we had to keep this concealed, and that’s been extremely difficult. She entered a state of high distress when that first false story came out and had to be looked after in the hospital. As you have seen, that’s when we couldn’t hide this anymore, and photos of us were circulated. Since then, things have gotten harder. I’m pleading for our privacy to be respected, and that those with negative comments might remit on posting them. I have always been, and still am, grateful for my fans’ support and protection of me. But in this case, it has led to a lot of strain. At the same time…”

The members watched the color drain from his face. This was the most grueling portion and they knew it.

“Come on, Jimin…” Namjoon whispered, “You got it.”

“This is hard to watch.” Taehyung remarked.

A few rooms away in Studio 7, Jimin’s adrenaline skyrocketed. Even now, he still hesitated. The only thing that could spur him to press forward was the image of you, happy and whole with a new styling job, your baby growing up carefree.

“At the same time…” he trudged on, “I realize that my position comes with influence and a higher standard that I must set for myself. And so I would be doing a disservice if I didn’t say that I’m sorry for my reckless actions. I didn’t set a respectable example by violating the rules of our company, and by entering parenthood in this way. I’m imperfect and I have acted imperfectly. Even though I’m excited to become a father, I have regretted those things along the way.”

The words tasted so bitter he could have spit, and it translated on his face. He couldn’t help but recall your words once more.

Idols that fall in line.

Well, he’d fallen in line enough. Now was the time to recite what he’d recently inserted, only he couldn’t remember the sentences. His nerves were too high. He’d have to either end it here, or go off the cuff.

“But that doesn’t mean I have an ounce of remorse for the result of imperfect actions. My girlfriend, she’s incredible. It pains me to think that anyone out there would have a cruel thing to say about her, especially when they don’t know her. I’m grateful to those of you who have taken this news well and congratulated us, because I’m really happy. I don’t have much else to say I suppose…”

He searched for the right words as multitudes waited with bated breath.

“My Y/N…I want her in my life forever.”

He didn’t notice how much he’d been grinning until suddenly a weight went flying from his shoulders. It was over.

He bid the audience farewell, just as the comments really started to go nuts. Before he ended the stream, he saw each of the members offer words of encouragement, posting them for the world to see. They’d taken their stance, just as he always felt confident they would.

The live came to an end. Jimin sat there for a second to absorb the gravity of what he’d just done, and then logged off the computer. He turned off the lights and left the room altogether. Now he had to get home to you.

As he got into the hallway to make his way to the elevator, the door of Hoseok’s studio opened a crack. Brows scrunched, he looked at a portion of Taehyung’s face, urging him to come in. When he stood there frozen, the other began to wave him along.

Jimin glanced around to see if anyone was catching this awkward moment, but no one else was around.

Quickly, he shuffled a few doors down and slide into the personalized studio, where all the other members were waiting.

His eyes widened a bit, smirking, “What was this, a watch party?”

They embraced and congratulated him, the mood being more celebratory than he could have hoped. The livestream was such a heavy ordeal - he couldn’t have pictured the group appearing so content.

Namjoon was the last to hug him, but his was the longest, “You did well.”

Jimin reciprocated the pat on the back, “Thanks. And thank you all for those remarks at the end. That means a lot. Minjun might get on you all for that, though. Especially because I ended up saying some things he wasn’t prepared for.”

“Whatever,” Hoseok crossed his arms, “We’re proud of you.”

Jimin looked at each of them and nearly became choked up. It was a rare thing to have one true friend, nevermind six. Gratitude overcame him.

“I can’t express how much I appreciate you all. It would have been so easy to be upset with me, for all the craziness I’ve brought into your lives lately. I love you guys.”

Jungkook put an arm around him, “We love you too. You should head home. Maybe you can still be there for some of the ultrasound.”

Jimin checked his phone for the time, mindlessly starting to head back to the door, “I will, but I’ve definitely missed it by now. Thanks again guys.”

After the goodbye, the other six lingered.

Jin crossed his arms, “I can’t believe we let him get away without addressing that last part.”

Yoongi sighed, comfortable on the luxe sofa, “He’s got a lot on his plate right now. There will be plenty of time to tease him about that, don’t worry.”

“He can’t be that blind to his own words,” Hoseok chuckled, “Like…he knows what he just said in front of a few million people, right?”

“He’s definitely not blind to it,” Taehyung chimed in, “That time we all went to their place for dinner, I brought it up. Teased him about wedding bells or something. He didn’t deny it at all. I think he just doesn’t give a shit anymore.”

During the short drive home, he reflected on the words he said, interrupted once for a brief call from his parents. They wanted to check in, having kept up with everything going on. He was comforted by their words of encouragement.

Jimin was in a good mood. It was over with, and you could both reap the reward.

When he returned, you were sitting at the kitchen island, laptop open. You had a laser focus on the screen, rendering your boyfriend confused. He imagined you’d be eager to see him, knowing what he’d just done.

He set his things down, brows pulling closer to one another, “Hey…I’m home, baby.”

You looked up for a second, “Hi, how are you?”

Something was off.

Jimin approached you, observing your face, how preoccupied you appeared to be.

“I’m fine,” he said, “How are you?”

We were chewing the inside of your cheek as you typed away and shrugged, “Fine. The appointment went well. Everything still looks good. Doctor Yoon told me to start researching for my birth plan, so I thought I’d get started on that. Oh, also my dad called after my appointment to tell me that he and my mom are moving to Japan.”

He stood before you with an astonished regard, unsure if he’d even heard you correctly. It sounded insane, but it did explain your odd demeanor. And it registered that you probably didn’t see the live at all.

An acidity filled his veins. All this time, he’d put forth an effort to be somewhat sympathetic toward your parents, particularly your father. But this - it was over the line. You kept getting kicked while you were down.

Jimin searched your eyes, but you wouldn’t look at him.

“Did you know that our hospital has entire birthing suites we could use?” you asked in a hushed, concentrated tone, “They have tubs, beds, full bathrooms.”

He nodded slowly, “Ah…That’s very, um, accommodating.”

You agreed, “Yeah, maybe we do something like that. But it looks like they’re strictly meant for unmedicated births and I don’t think I’ll want that.”

Your concerned boyfriend sighed, “Baby.”

You closed your eyes and shook your head, “Nope. I just…can’t get into it right now.”

He gently pushed the screen of your laptop forward, bending it over the keyboard to close, “We have plenty of time to go over a birth plan.”

“H-How was the live? And the meeting with Minjun?”

Jimin padded around you, positioning himself to begin gently massaging your shoulders, “Both went just about as well as we could want, I’d say. You didn’t catch it, huh?”

“Not even a second of it.” you admitted, rubbing your tired eyes.

“I’ll get you up to speed on that in detail, right after we talk about your dad.”

“Jimin…”

“Did he really call just to tell you goodbye?”

You shook your head, “At first, the conversation was kind of amicable. Then he just blew everything up. Asked me to join them.”

That did it for him. This was yet another exercise in self-restraint, on top of a dozen others, it seemed. His fingers left your shoulders. You heard an indignant breath leave his body, mixed in with a groan.

Jimin walked around the island and stood at the other end of the kitchen, hands cupped around the edge of the countertop.

He pursed his lips to one side of his face before muttering, “That’s the second time they’ve asked you to leave me. Is that really their solution? To just take you away and our child away from me?”

You looked at his piercing eyes, “To be fair, it’s only my dad, as far as I know. I have no idea how my mother would feel about it. Her opinion of you has improved.”

“Perhaps not as much as we thought,” he huffed, fingers tapping the edges, “I’m sorry I’m getting irate. I know this is just another punch in the gut for you and I can’t stand it, but I have no idea what else I could do to please or convince them.”

“I know,” you closed your eyes again, “That’s exactly what I told him. Then I told him…I j-just told him I loved him and…”

A sob broke from your chest.

Any outward sign of frustration from Jimin melted off as he closed the space between the two of you, “Come here, sweetheart.”

You cried in his arms, tears soaking a spot on his shirt.

He kissed your head a few times as he held you, letting you feel everything, “Let it out, it’s okay.”

Sobs kept breaking and breaking from you, running a sword through his heart. He couldn’t fathom not having his parents by his side. You deserved the same support from yours. It wasn’t reality.

“Bitter and sweet, remember?” he did his best to be a soothing balm, rubbing the nape of your neck, “The sweet will come again, I know it. It has to.”

You clung to him, breathing beginning to calm down as you’d cried yourself out. Nose clogged, your voice sounded sickly, “Please don’t leave me…”

Those words cut deeper than he knew was possible. His own eyes glassed over with tears. He clenched his jaw for a moment, remaining strong for you, “I’m here, my love. Forever I’m here.”

He contemplated that seven-letter word. It rolled off his tongue so effortlessly, and it was the second time he’d applied it to you out loud. He found it curious, how he could subconsciously know something in his bones without really deliberating it. He couldn’t really remember when the absolution sunk in - perhaps it was when you told him you were pregnant with his child, or maybe it was before then.

12. “It’s the right thing.”

Chapter Warnings: pregnancy

Taglist: @marihoneywk @amarawayne @chimmy-licious

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Feet glued to the floor in front of your full-length mirror, you were deliberating your outfit choice. It looked better in your head than it turned out in reality - you’d underestimated how quickly your belly was growing, and now this shirt was a bit snug. You threw a light cardigan over the business casual blouse, masking the tightness around your sides.

You needed to look just the right amount of professional, yet not too stiff. This was an exit interview after all. You had nothing to prove to these people anymore, and thus cared less about impressing them.

It was a decision you made reluctantly the other day, to go in and speak to Minjun. Jimin certainly wasn’t over the moon about it, but when all was said and done, you wanted to know that you left with your head held high. That you defended yourself to the company at least somewhat. Your skeptical boyfriend would have to live with it.

When you were satisfied with your appearance, you popped some lip gloss on and exited the master bedroom.

Jimin was on the phone again. It seemed like that’s all he did now. This was the thick of the storm, three days since your hospitalization and the outbreak of the news. He was constantly speaking to company executives, the members, his family. Anyone who knew him or had a stake in this situation.

Of course, there was also a firestorm of media personalities trying to get his comment on the situation. Request after request flooded in, aching to capitalize on this. He stonewalled them all, for now. You were both waiting for the company to post its own statement, which was drastically overdue at this point. The longer they went without publishing anything, the more the rumors festered, the more extreme opinions became.

Jimin glanced at you and said into his phone, “Hey, let me call you back later. Y/N and I are leaving for a meeting…Alright, bye.”

You raised your brows as you went to get your bag, realizing that he was fully dressed and ready to go, “We are leaving for a meeting?”

His expression was stern, “Of course. You don’t think I’d let you walk into that lion’s den alone, do you?”

“I mean, yeah, I do,” you sighed, “I’m a grown woman. I can handle these people. We’ve been over this.”

“It’s not about your capability. It’s about putting on a show of unity.”

You leaned against the wall, twirling your Keyes in your hand anxiously, “Jimin if we walk in there together, there will be ten times the amount of attention on us, maybe even more photos taken. I thought that was the last thing we wanted right now.”

“That part wouldn’t be ideal, I know, but I’m talking about when we’re in the room with Management. They need to see that we’re our own team. Usually, when there’s something like this, I’m obliged to be on their team. We want them to know that this time, it’s us against them.”

His strategy wasn’t wrong, but it made you uncomfortable.

You looked down, “I think you’ve already made it clear to them that you’re not on their side at the moment. And I don’t think they will steamroll me.”

“You won’t get steamrolled in the room,” Jimin huffed, taking a step closer to you, “But if this meeting goes the wrong way, you could get steamrolled in the press. Again.”

That last word weakened your resolve, though only slightly. You fell silent.

“I thought you said you didn’t think they’d stoop that low…”

His gaze fell from you to the floor. You had trapped him in his own words.

A paranoid look in his eyes, he went on, continuing to close the gap between the two of you, “I did say that, but I changed my opinion when I got to thinking more about it. Don’t you see, baby? Don’t you know why they haven’t put out a statement yet? They are waiting until they get to speak to you…Then they will use whatever you say to spin the story in their favor. That doesn’t necessarily mean they will make you nor me look bad, but they’re a corporate entity. They’ll do whatever they must to paint themselves in the best possible light, even if it casts a shadow on us.”

You shook your head slowly, throwing his former logic back to him, “They wouldn’t do anything to cast one of their top artists in a negative light. If they thought they’d be alienating you away from them, they wouldn’t disrespect me publicly. As a corporate entity, they must know that stepping on you would be a horrible idea. They know your fans would take your side any day of the week.”

Jimin cracked a small, perhaps slightly nervous grin, placing his hands on your arms, “Exactly. My presence today would cement that into their minds, which is why I should be there with you.”

You sighed once more, “Fine. But know that I’m not agreeing with you fully. I just don’t really have the bandwidth to argue about it anymore.”

“It’s the right thing,” he kissed your forehead, “You’ll see.”

Only a few steps off the elevator and already you were drawing eyes. A confident Jimin walked beside you, holding your hand, just as he had when you left the hospital. He’d given you a small pep talk before you left home, but you didn’t need it. You had even driven separately, only so you could listen to your favorite music and have a few extra minutes to sort your thoughts. You were self-driven to appear undeterred today, even if you were still inwardly shaken.

You’d entered the building through the parking garage underground, avoiding any press camera lenses and a long procession through the multitude of offices. That was something, at least.

Minjun was at the front desk, chatting with the secretary as he waited for you. He was professional, but still looked taken aback by Jimin’s presence.

He bowed his head and smiled, masking all disapproval, “I hope both of you are well today.”

Jimin opened his mouth to say something, but you beat him to the punch.

Grinning in return, you nodded, “We’re well enough.”

The manager was cordial as ever, glancing at your bump, “It’s a good thing we’re set up in the conference room. There will be plenty of space for all of us.”

A red flag went up in your boyfriend’s mind. His gut told him it was an intimidation tactic they had set up for you, wanting to lure you into a giant room with loads of executives staring you down. Little had they anticipated Jimin stepping into the fray.

They clearly still underestimated the magnitude of his affection for you, even after he disclosed it over the phone.

A big mistake, Jimin thought.

The two of you went with Minjun, you had a bad cramp in your side, either from the baby pressing against your organs or from the nerves. There was something in his tone that reeked of condescension - that sickeningly polite demeanor of an executive. You didn’t know if you were reading too far into it, but it was off.

Against your own interest, you caught the peering of others in the office space. They were failing in their efforts not to glance and you, and vice versa. You couldn’t fault them for it, though. In front of them just walked a scandal. Human nature dictated wandering eyes in cases like this. Bit by bit, and glance by glance, your confidence took hits. And at the worst possible time.

Then you entered the conference room and that confidence was fully decimated. Not a shred left. Jimin came to the precipice of losing his mind, dumbfounded and livid.

Sitting on one side of the table, among a handful of other executives, were Seoyeon and the man you correctly presumed to be her husband.

Jimin’s chest was aflame to the point of physical pain. He was locked inside of himself, stuck in a skin he wanted to escape, just so he wouldn’t have to bear the challenge of keeping this fire contained.

He could only look at his ex for a moment, before his eyes darted to the other executives, some of which he knew but was too blind in rage to remember their names. They were looking at one another briefly, not having anticipated him showing up to this meeting.

Your face was beet red as you waited for him to explode. You studied Seoyeon’s expression, seeing how uncomfortable she was to be in the same room as him again. The same could be said for her husband, Daejin, who took a hold of her hand. She looked a lot more pregnant than the first time to met her, and despite the tornado of negative emotions overtaking your being, you had compassion for her. Clearly, she was just as rattled as he was, as you all were.

Jimin glared at Minjun, who was taking his seat as if nothing was amiss, “So this is what you had in store for her, huh?”

He stepped further in front of you as Minjun said nothing, almost like a guard.

That earned a pronounced scoff from him. This time, he directed his question to all of them, “This is what you wanted to set up?? An ambush??”

One of them replied softly, “This is no ambush, Jimin. Please sit and we can-”

“If you think we’re sitting down for this, you’re out of your goddamned mind.”

He was grinning a bit now, only so he wouldn’t go past the point of no return. You maneuvered yourself to his side, not wanting to appear as some shrinking violet by lingering in the background.

Your boyfriend’s voice didn’t even sound like him anymore. In the recent days, you’d seen him become bitter and vengeful, but not like this.

“Regrettably, I must agree with him,” Daejin spoke up, mindful of his wife’s state, “These are not the conditions we accepted. I think we should leave.”

Seoyeon looked at him and nodded.

As the two of them got up to leave, Jimin took your hand. It was his way of telling you it was time to go, and you wouldn’t force him to stay. Whatever the company was planning to do had failed impressively.

The perfect time to gain the advantage.

You grasped an ounce of courage, “I’ll stay.”

Jimin was perplexed, to say the least. The other woman was too. Her eyes bore into yours, searching for an explanation as to why you’d want to subject yourself to this. Clearly, you hadn’t been told that she and her husband would be there. How were you suddenly comfortable meeting with these people, knowing you couldn’t trust them?

You looked into the eyes of the one who loved you, only for a second. He had no idea what your motive was, but even this extraordinarily odd circumstance couldn’t hinder his ability to read you. You had an idea brewing behind those irises.

Though your body was weakened, he knew you were inwardly strong. He believed in your creativity and your wit, and although it felt like an abandonment of his protection over you, he couldn’t ignore that plea behind your eyes for his trust.

He let out a much calmer breath through his nostrils and loosened his hold on your hand. It surprised you, after all that insisting he did shortly before arriving. He’d been so firm on being present with you, and relinquished it all to you, just like that.

Your gaze switched between your boyfriend and the other couple, who looked concerned. It made sense to you that they might be worried. After all, you knew things about Seoyeon that could be used to slander her. Keeping your intentions hidden from the executives in the room, you decided against offering the two of them any assurance. For your half-baked plan to work, Minjun and the others couldn’t know your exact position.

Seoyeon and Daejin left the room quietly. She didn’t look at Jimin, but he did.

There was no time to waste. He had to leave now. You turned to him once more and offered a small grin, “I’ll see you back at home.”

He nodded with a twinge of reluctance, but nodded nevertheless. He had nothing more to say to the others in the room - they knew where he stood. But just to cement it further, to give them one last indication, he opted for what would have been unthinkable before. It was, after all, a new reality.

Cupping your face, he kissed you. It was tender. Not impolite, yet not rushed. Long enough to declare his point. You realized what he was trying to do, but it also let you know that he had faith in you, and that strengthened you.

When his lips left yours, he stroked his thumb up and down your cheek modestly. Then, he exited the scene.

Letting out a sigh, you set your bag on the conference table and sat down at the head opposite of Minjun. Now it was time to play a little trick, and you prayed it would come across as authentic.

You furrowed your brows for a moment, pretending to feel your phone buzzing in your pocket. You lifted your rear off the seat to withdraw the device from your pocket and looked at the screen.

Then you glanced up, “Sorry, one moment. Something from my OBGYN.”

The lie seemed to stick. All of them obviously knew about the recent scare. It was believable that you’d be in close contact with your healthcare provider at this time. Little did they know, however, that you weren’t replying to Doctor Yoon.

Rather, you were sending a crucial message to Jimin. You could picture his bewilderment upon reading it. All you could do was hope that he’d go with it and trust you.

On the other side of things, he was just making his way out of the managerial office, he saw it. Your text was almost laughable, to the point where it made him briefly doubt your sanity. It truly sounded like lunacy, what you were asking him to do. Again, it was something that would have been unthinkable before.

New reality, new way of doing things.

Jimin kept walking slowly. He had to, unless it was his desire to remain in this goldfish bowl - all eyes fixing in his direction.

There was wisdom in this madness. He swallowed that truth painfully, quickly coming to understand your reasoning. If the two of you wanted to give yourselves the best chance of peace, and even controlling the narrative, you needed them in alignment.

He looked ahead and saw his ex lover and her husband getting into one of the elevators. He quickened his pace to catch up to them before they disappeared.

As discreetly as he could, Jimin slipped into the box after them, before the doors could close in.

The couple was displeased. Seoyeon looked up at the ceiling, speaking to him for the first time since their breakup.

“Jimin, could you have possibly taken a different elevator or waited for this one to-”

“I’m sorry,” he rushed out, pressing the button to the parking garage, where he knew they had to have parked for security reasons, “I know neither of you want to be in company with me right now, but the situation isn’t looking good for any of us. We need to be united here. The four of us should talk.”

The elevator traveled downward, and they were silent.

Daejin scoffed, but seemed open. He was a businessman. He knew when to make alliances, and this might have been their best chance too.

“And do you suppose we do that?” he asked.

The box halted as it reached the correct level, doors parting open.

Jimin couldn’t believe he was about to say it.

“Come to our place. We’ll discuss. In the meantime, Y/N will handle those guys and meet us back there.”

You settled into your chair once more. The other managers in the room introduced themselves, but your veins were too full of adrenaline to pay close enough attention. All of their names went in one ear and out the other.

Kindly, one of them slid you a cold plastic water bottle. You thanked him, taking a sip to calm refresh yourself.

Minjun took this opportunity to resume the meeting, “We appreciate you staying, Y/N. Apologies for that discomfort. We didn’t suspect that Jimin would be joining us for this.”

You raised a brow, “Forgive me, but that’s not the point. It was uncomfortable because she’s his ex and I know their history. It had nothing to do with him being present.”

One of the others, who admittedly had a kind face and cadence, “Truly, we didn’t intend to intimidate you by doing that. Simply put, we didn’t think you would agree to the meeting if you knew they’d be here.”

You nodded, “I see…But then why invite them in the first place, if not to throw me off? To listen to me rattle off personal details about my relationship with Jimin?”

“No,” Minjun, “Though that was the purpose of this meeting when you and I last spoke on the phone, our perspective has since shifted.”

You looked around at each of them, “In what sense?”

“We no longer need to know exactly how this came to be,” the same one who gave you the water said, “We’re all adults, after all. Clearly there was flirtation in the workplace, which led to rendezvous outside of the workplace. It happened, and there’s no point in revisiting a past that we cannot change. Now is the time to focus on creating the best possible outcome for all involved. Jimin, you, the rest of the band members, the company…and your child, of course.”

You were puzzled, “I agree with you fully…But how is it proper to discuss that without Jimin here? Why shouldn’t he be a part of this?”

It seemed to fall on Minjun, the response to such a delicate inquiry.

“Y/N, you worked with the guys up close. You saw how this all works, and why they are so popular.”

It was a statement, but the way he said it led you to believe that he was waiting for you to voice an answer to the rhetoric. But your body was worn - you weren’t in the mood for this.

“They’re popular because they work hard and they’re talented. Handsome…? I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“Those are all true, but it goes deeper than that. We create an image for them. We steward their careers by making sure they are seen as too good to be true. With Jimin, that hasn’t been hard, since he is good-hearted by nature. But the fans viewed him to be as pure as an angel, until recently.”

You were beginning to understand, “You mean to say that by having a child with me, his image is tarnished?”

One of the others jumped in, “That’s a strong term. No one at this table would say it’s ‘tarnished’. But it absolutely does change people’s opinion of him. To the public, this is so far beyond his character. It’s been shocking. I assume you’ve seen the headlines? The comments?”

Your stomach churned, “No, actually I haven’t. We’ve both been doing our best to stay off our phones. Stress hasn’t been kind to my body over these last months.”

Another chimed in, “Then we will not go into detail with that. The last thing we want is to worsen your condition.”

Your patience was thinning, “I-I think we’ve gotten off topic. You started by talking about creating the best outcome for everyone. What exactly is your point?”

Minjun maintained a professional posture, “The point is, we want that pristine image of his to be restored, as much as it can be. That helps the group and the company as a whole. It may never return to where it was before, but if we make the right moves, it could mean the difference in his career long-term. Simply put, we want you to use your influence to persuade him to make a comment on the situation.”

This was beginning to feel surreptitious. You sat up straighter and put your hands on the smooth, cool surface of the table, “What sort of comment?”

“One that clarifies his position on the matter. He will have to bow his head a little, making sure the public knows he regrets the way this all came about. That he violated the rules of his contract and set a less-than-ideal example. From there, PR will step in and his reputation will mend with time.”

Your heart sank. Your stunned brain attempted to string a sentence together, but for a moment all that translated was a befuddled expression on your face. It started to make sense. That tense conversation Jimin had on the phone replayed in your mind, as did his words:

“There is no circumstance in which I would ever-”

He couldn’t reach the end of his sentence by the time you walked into the room, but now you knew what he was talking about. They had already put this request to him, and he rejected it with vigor.

Your tone dropped, jaw setting a little tighter, “That’s why you didn’t want Jimin here for this. You already tried to get him to do this, and he shot it down…And now you want me to change his mind.”

The executives around the table concurred.

“It’s the right thing to do.”

Your blood was starting to boil, mouth releasing sour words, “You…You have the nerve to have me come in today, planning to ambush me with my boyfriend and father of my child’s ex girlfriend, so that you could all ask me to do your bidding?”

One responded, “That’s simply incorrect. Seoyeon and Daejin were supposed to be on attendance so they could hear this plan. Don’t forget he is the head of a spearhead marketing agency. We want them to know we will take care of things, so they don’t declare a PR war against us.”

“And it’s not our bidding,” Minjun added, “It’s your bidding too. And his. This will make sure his career continues to flourish. I know you desire that for him.”

“Of course I do,” you snapped back, “That doesn’t mean you’re going to use me to get him to do something he clearly doesn’t want to do.”

“We are prepared to offer a few things to you in return, to show our appreciation for your cooperation,” he replied, folding his hands on the table, “We would arrange a new position for you at a competing company. So you can continue to do what you love, just for another group elsewhere. Our connections are more than substantial, and it would be almost a guaranteed role for you.”

A scoff escaped your lips as you shook your head, “That isn’t worth it to me. Look I came to this meeting to try to be polite but I think it’s gone as far as it can.”

You rose from you seat and took the company-owned laptop out of your bag, placing it on the table. You just wanted to go home. Hopefully, Jimin had gone along with your text and you’d be able to meet with all three of them and talk things through.

Then Minjun finished his offer, “We would also arrange security for you and your child, for as long as you wanted it.”

Your movements paused. Standing, you looked right into his eyes.

He had your attention now, “It would give you a more peaceful life. Your child could have a more normal upbringing, protected the same way Jimin is. Not just in the physical world, but online too. We would work with you both to ensure his or her identity is protected.”

You were intensely studying his face, looking for signs of dishonesty, but there were none. He meant it, leaving you with no choice but to reconsider. Maybe this little baby didn’t have to endure this strain. He or she could have a real childhood. Having a possible job lined up was a bonus to the equation. You had been prepared to go without work for a while, but you certainly wouldn’t mind the opposite. You adored your job, putting your creative mind to use.

Maybe this was in everyone’s best interest. Maybe trying to convince Jimin was the right thing to do. Your voice was much softer now, “Show me what you want him to say.”

He may have been the one to invite them, but it made him shudder to see this woman on his couch again. It felt sinful to even think about those times, now that he had you.

Jimin was being a cordial host, but this was achingly bizarre. The married couple took comfort in sitting beside one another. Daejin’s body language was a little defensive - he felt his wife’s reservations against this celebrity ex of hers. He was aware of their story. Jimin could only guess that he didn’t think too highly of him.

“Before we get into things, I have to use the restroom.” Seoyeon said. Daejin stood up to help her up. It was then that Jimin allowed himself to take in how large her bump was. It struck a chord of sympathy, to see her basic movements hindered by being so far along. Someday soon, that would be you.

As she walked away, both men remembered that she needed no help in getting there -she’d been in this apartment many times and knew where the bathrooms were. Politely, of course, Seoyeon opted for the guest bathroom, even though she was most used to the master one.

Once the door closed, the husband sighed, “Sorry. She has to go so frequently now…I’m assuming yours is the same?”

It felt so strange to speak with this man about you.

“Not quite there yet,” he replied in a guarded manner, “I’m glad for it. She’s been through enough.”

“Yes,” the other was sincere, “I was sorry to hear about that. We both were. I don’t mean to pry, but we do hope everything is alright.”

Jimin pursed his lips together, not knowing what to make of this man, this Seoul business mogul.

It took a moment, but he answered, “Thank you. Miraculously, it is. Just a scare, due to…”

There was a pause.

Daejin’s dark eyes softened, but held conviction, “I can imagine. I’ve been worried about Seoyeon too since it happened, that horrid story breaking. I’ve been worried that it might put her into labor early and…Forgive me. I probably shouldn’t be discussing that with you.”

He shifted uncomfortably on the cushion, finding a new position as if to start anew. Jimin sighed. First he pitied his wife, and now him. This was his life now - odd scenarios, broken trust, unlikely alliances.

“No, I get it. All you want to do is keep her and your kid safe. And now you find yourself here, sitting across from a man who you’ve never met, but probably don’t favor.”

Daejin concurred, “Honestly, I can think of few people I’d want to be in a room with less than you, Mr. Park.”

Jimin wasn’t even that perturbed by such a comment. He didn’t say it with venom. Rather, the mood was sullen. He was simply being honest, and no one could blame him. If there wasn’t a much bigger objective at-hand, perhaps he could have had time to feel defensive about it.

He nodded slowly, gazing down at the coffee table for a moment, biting the inside of his cheek, “I don’t mean to be rude, but if we are being frank, I could say the same.”

It was then that Seoyeon reappeared from the bathroom. She padded back into the living room and took the same place. It wasn’t difficult to sense the cumbersome mood in the air between the two men.

“Okay,” she breathed out, “So what is this about?”

Jimin couldn’t conceal a frustrated chuckle. He hung his head low for a moment as he shook his head, “I don’t know exactly. It was Y/N’s idea.”

Then he looked up at them, “But I know what she was getting at. None of us should trust the company right now. They have proven themselves to be dishonest, the way they maneuvered to arrange that meeting…Can I ask what they told you it would be about? I struggle to understand why you two were invited in the first place.”

Both of them shrugged. The man answered, “It was vague. To my knowledge, they wanted us present to nip any negative presuppositions in the bud. It wasn’t a bad move on their part - they’re aware that we’re prepared to take legal action.”

“You have grounds to sue?”

“Not solidified, but we’re not naive. Minjun alluded to their suspicion that Seoyeon was the source behind the article that ignited this fire. That basically accuses her of attention-seeking and libel. We’re not just going to sit and let them run with that idea. We have proven her innocence in this matter, but it was all off the record. To our knowledge, they haven’t found the culprit yet, which leaves room for them to let her name continue to be slandered.”

Jimin’s brows furrowed, “Oh…Is that what the public believes? We haven’t kept up with any subsequent commentary.”

Seoyeon’s brown eyes glistened with anguish. She became tense, “Of course that’s what they believe, Jimin. Your fans all think either I’m actually pregnant with your child, or I’m a crazed liar who made it up for fame and clicks. How could they not? There’s been no one else to point to.”

A grave dilemma hit him. Was this the moment to tell them who was behind it all?

If he exposed Chaeyoung, it would cement their trust in both of you. If he wanted to protect his love and his child, then he needed the faith of this couple. The best way to galvanize was to share a common adversary, was it not?

On the other hand, was it worth it to take this kind of revenge? Chaeyoung would lose her job, but there was a possibility that her husband would too. He was too close to the situation, working for Daejin at Gravitas. If he chose to exact punishment by firing him, then Jimin felt he would have created hardship for yet another small family. They had two small children.

Would it make him no better than Chaeyoung, to toss a grenade into someone’s life as a means of protecting someone else?

With the interest of you and the baby in his heart, Jimin went for it anyway.

“Actually, we know who it was. Her name is Chaeyoung. She is…was, a coworker of Y/N’s. I believe her husband works with you?”

Their shock was evident on their faces. Seoyeon knew exactly who he was talking about. She remembered her from when they dated, and from the airport when traveling to LA.

Nearly speechless, she shook her head briefly, blinking, “H-How are you certain?”

He licked his lips for a second, “She told Y/N. That’s actually what put her in the hospital. Well, not entirely, but that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. It was such a betrayal, shocked her so much that she became overwhelmed and fainted.”

Daejin’s jaw was tight as he rubbed his woman’s shoulder, trying to ease her distress, “Did she say why she went to the press to disgrace my wife’s name?”

He was treading lightly now, sensitive to their feelings. Still, he didn’t break eye contact, “Apparently, she thought that you would have gone to the press if she didn’t. Something about you asking questions about Y/N. We didn’t know it at the time, but she knew the truth about Y/N and me, the baby. She said that this was her way of trying to protect her identity.”

The woman was astounded, jaw agape, “That’s ridiculous. I was almost certain that you were the father of her baby when I met her at the airport. I’m sure you’re aware of that by now. I knew and if I wanted to stir up trouble, it would have happened way sooner.”

Jimin could have dispelled that sentiment if he caved to his lesser, spiteful nature, but held himself back. That wasn’t the point to focus on.

The man scoffed, repositioning himself once more on the cushion, “Well that explains why that company of yours wants our capitulation so badly. Why they want our trust…They know that one of their own did this.”

Jimin ran a hand back through his hair, “I don’t know about that. We haven’t told them.”

“Even so,” he replied, “They have to suspect it by now. If it wasn’t Seoyeon, they must draw the conclusion that the next logical answer would be an employee. Someone close, who may have been around long enough to make the connection between you two.”

“Well…that does add up.”

“I hope your girlfriend is reporting it as we speak. Otherwise I will in a heartbeat.”

“W-We can discuss that later,” Seoyeon tried to reel him in, “Bottom line is, they are aware of Daejin’s position and connections. If we decided to battle this out in the media, it wouldn’t be easy for them. It wouldn’t be like all the other scandals and rumors they just make disappear. They wanted to create a sense of transparency and trust, so we wouldn’t utilize our resources against them. And they know we have cause to do so. They may have already put out that first statement, but haven’t refuted the claim that I’m the one behind it. I’m not a lawyer, so I don’t know if we actually have a legal case or not, but there’s always the court of public opinion. And they are willingly letting people drag me through the mud, when they know I’m not the one who did this!”

Jimin nodded slowly, absorbing that notion and, amazingly, wishing he could make her feel better. This was someone he once loved, after all. She had tears in her eyes. She was in the same boat as you were, being crushed under the weight of mass scrutiny. Daejin put his arm around her, reinforcing her, and she gradually composed herself. It was like looking at another version of himself and you.

His eyes were hardened as he looked at them, “I’m sorry for all you’re going through. I don’t think what you’ve said is far-fetched. And it’s all the more reason for us to be on the same page.”

“You mean in terms of public relations?” Daejin asked.

“Exactly. If the four of us can reach a point of mutual understanding and work together, then they won’t be able to touch any of us. Unfortunately, Y/N and I can’t rely on the company to give us the support we need. You, on the other hand…you could.”

It seemed the marketing professional caught on quickly, “We have the media power that could paint us all in the right light against any kind of smears they could attempt.”

“But that doesn’t work out,” Seoyeon rebuked, “Let’s say we get positive articles and use our connections in the media. That would still leave too much to chance. Your company is just as well connected as we are, more so in the realm of the entertainment industry. They always win, always control the narrative. Your star power alone isn’t great enough…no offense.”

Jimin cracked a soft grin, if anything just to lighten the mood, “None taken. You’re right. But it wouldn’t be just mine. The other members would side with me.”

“You’re sure?” Daejin inquired.

The reply was immediate, “Absolutely. We don’t work for them, we work for each other. In a scenario where the company turns against me, they would stand firmly at my side. Now we’ve always tried to remain humble and give our contract the respect it deserves, but we know our collective influence. The company and their network couldn’t strangle us even if they threw everything behind it. In fact, they would quickly realize they would be destroying themselves, not us.”

The couple was latching on now.

Seoyeon nodded as she put the pieces together, “Which is why they wouldn’t even try. They’d back down and leave it alone.”

Daejin became stern, leaning forward a little, “Then again, there’s always a chance they don’t back down. I agree it wouldn’t be wise, but I’ve seen companies toppled by poor decision making time and time again. They are made up of flawed human beings, after all. Just know, this could all backfire. And that wouldn’t be good for anyone involved.”

Jimin paused, eyes traveling elsewhere as he pondered that. Then he began to rub his palms together, “I know…”

“And you’re willing to take that chance?”

It took him another beat to respond. As his lips parted to speak, you came in. The sound of the door opening and shutting was enough to reorient your boyfriend’s focus entirely.

You set your now mostly empty laptop bag down on the floor, keys on the console table. Your eyes met Jimin’s. They were round and curious, scanning you for signs of distress, but you seemed fine.

You looked at Daejin and Seoyeon, two people who you never foresaw being in your home. You nervously greeted them both.

“Hello…Um, how have things been here?”

Jimin made room next to him for you, glancing back at the couple, “I think we’re all more interested in hearing how the meeting went. You’re home much sooner than I thought.”

“Yeah, it was quick,” you gulped, sitting down next to him, “But fine, I guess. It…wasn’t really what I expected it to be about. Minjun initially said they wanted to hear how this all happened. I mean, you and me.”

As if he couldn’t help it, Daejin blurted, “Did you tell them about Chaeyoung?”

“Oh, n-no I didn’t,” you admitted, assuming Jimin was the one to reveal that to them, “Sorry…”

The man looked at his wife, face looking as if he wanted to explode. She briefly cupped his face in her hand, letting him know that now wasn’t the time to talk about that.

Jimin urged you with his intent gaze to continue, taking your hand. He masked his inner disquiet well, aching for you to spit it out but wanting to be your rock, as always.

You weren’t even sure this was something to discuss in front of your somewhat unwelcome guests. Your apprehensive demeanor, however, only heightened their intrigue in what you had to report.

“They want me…I mean you, Jimin, to go live and make a statement yourself.”

His movements, even on his face, ceased. Frozen in a state of disbelief for just a second, before it turned to an anger similar to that he felt when the two of you walked into the conference room.

Shaking his head, he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, face planted directly into his palms.

“No, I…God!,” he groaned, voice growling past a locked jaw and clenched teeth, “Their treachery knows no limits!”

You had an inkling he would react this way.

Seoyeon and Daejin, you noticed, were confused. To them, the idea wasn’t half bad, but they didn’t know the full context.

Jimin’s face resurfaced with a completely different expression. His eyes had been reborn as fiery.

He was speaking to you alone, “I already said I’d never do that, and I damn well meant it. So they just went to you instead, to get to me. I cannot believe they’re playing it this way. So underhanded.”

Seoyeon couldn’t help herself from commenting, “This is no surprise to me. It’s like I said, they always control the narrative. They’ve always used means like this…You’re just used to it being in your favor.”

As much as you wanted a reason to get upset with her, you saw her point. Jimin had nothing to say to that.

He looked at you again, “How did they take it when you told them no?”

You couldn’t bear his gaze. He looked so sure that you would have refused that advance. Obviously, you wouldn’t agree to join sides with the company, to act on their behalf to get him to comply.

Though you had been given appealing incentives, guilt reverberated in your body. You’d gone into that meeting so determined to be strong, but they had made you an offer that you couldn’t outright reject.

Your mouth hung slightly open as you willed yourself to speak, but nothing arrived. Your shoulders became tense. It was all the response he needed to learn where you stood on the matter.

Jimin’s eyes shut in disappointment as he let out a sigh. When he opened them, his tone was pleading, “Baby, how could you? Why??”

It felt inappropriate to hash this out in front of these other people, who were practically strangers to you. You chose not to tell him about their full offer until they left.

It pained you to see your boyfriend forlorn over your decision, but you were steadfast as you gave the reply to all three of them, “I recoiled at first, I did. But then I realized that it may not be the worst idea. You would go live and clear the air.”

Jimin was baffled with you, withholding most of his disgust so as to know argue with you in front of the others, “If the statement they showed you is the same as what they suggested to me, then you should know why I can’t do that.”

Your voice was shaky, as you knew exactly what he meant, “I believe it is. And no, it’s not how I would written it, but I still think it’s worth considering.”

Daejin hesitantly chimed in, “If I may, I’m very familiar with things like this. Our Public Relations branch covers lots of celebrities. Could I take a look at what they have drafted? I doubt they would have sent you home without a copy.”

The man was clever. You glanced from him to your fuming boyfriend, “S-Sure.”

The paper they gave you had to be retrieved from your bag. When it was placed into the man’s grasp, Seoyeon leaned over to read with him. Jimin sat back. He didn’t need to read it word for word, aware of the gist. It took them a minute - this was a long, thorough selection of words.

Daejin looked up at both of you, “Honestly, it’s well written. But man-to-man…and father-to-father…I can see why you wouldn’t want to say this.”

Jimin appeared to appreciate that commiseration. There was a lump in your throat. Your gaze fell away, hand subconsciously cradling the bottom of your belly as your child moved. The other woman could see it in your body language that you needed respite. Her company was only making your life harder at the moment.

Eyes fixed on you, she nudged Daejin, “I think it’s time we head home.”

Her husband could read her reasoning and went along with it, “Yes, we’ve discussed all we needed to, for today.”

As hosts, the two of you got up to see them out the door. The energy in the home was off-kilter as this improbable foursome left the living room. Seoyeon’s gait was almost a waddle. You recalled that she was about two months further along than you, which would have made her approximately eight months.

For the first time, you watched a congenial grin form on Daejin’s face. You knew he was probably only trying to be polite, but it was still appreciated.

“Thank you for inviting us to talk,” he bowed his head slightly in a nod, “Let’s hope we can help one another. We all want the same thing.”

Despite his unsettled mind, Jimin took the moment to mirror a similar cordial attitude, “Thank you for being open to it.”

He extended his arm for a handshake. The other man engaged for a firm, professional gesture of respect. After that, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. From there, he withdrew a small business card.

“Here,” he handed it to Jimin, “This one has my personal cell on it. Call once you’ve reached a decision on the statement. If need be, we’ll talk about next steps.”

Your boyfriend nodded, “Thanks.”

You felt like you needed to say something, “I’m sorry that our circumstance has affected your lives in this way. You don’t deserve this. If we don’t meet again, I hope you enjoy the beginning of your family.”

Seoyeon showed you a small smile, “Thank you, Y/N. You guys don’t deserve this either. And we wish you good health from here on out.”

“Thank you,” you said, “Now, please don’t think me rude, but I need to shove something in my mouth right now. I’m ravenous.”

She laughed a little, “By all means. I know the feeling. Goodbye.”

Trying to be as gracious as possible, you reciprocated, “Bye.”

Jimin watched as you left his side to pad in the direction of the kitchen. He then opened the door for the guests to leave. Daejin started out the door when both of them noticed Seoyeon planted in her spot, cautiously looking at Jimin.

She then gave her husband a specific look. His lips pressed together as he seemed to understand. Then he turned to his wife’s ex once more, “Thanks again. Honey, I’ll meet you in the car.”

She gave him a pleasant grin before he went on his way. Jimin was perplexed, the door closing, leaving the two of them alone, closer than they’d been in a long time. Too close for comfort.

“I’ll be quick,” she told him, “I don’t mean to be weird, I just…I want to tell you…I-I don’t know…”

He tilted his head a little, studying her featured before staring down at his shoes. It was strange being in such close proximity to her again. Her perfume was different. It used to carry stronger earthy notes, bold and seductive. Now it was soft and floral, understated.

Jimin forced his eyes to meet hers, “l feel the same way.”

“You don’t even know what I was going to say.”

He mustered up an easy smile, “You were going to say that you held a grudge against me before, but you’re happy for me now.”

She was surprised, breaking into a subtle smirk, “Suddenly you can read my mind?”

Jimin chuckled, “I know, I was terrible at it before. Maybe that’s why we were doomed from the start. Could never get on the same page, or fully understand each other’s perspective. But we’re in the same place now, you know? I get how you feel.”

“And you’re telling me you don’t hold a grudge against me anymore? I know what they say about me. I know how the members feel.”

From the kitchen, you couldn’t help but eavesdrop as you rummaged through the cupboards, waiting for him to reply. You weren’t sure you liked it.

“I did have a grudge before, and I’m not even saying that it’s fully gone. But we weren’t meant to be, that much is clear…And I don’t have room in my heart to carry the resentment anymore. You got the kind of man you wanted in the end. He seems nice.”

It wasn’t the easiest thing in the world, to hear them patch things up, but closure was often imperfect.

“Thank you, but the ‘kind of man I wanted’ wasn’t just a rich and famous one. I was enthralled with your lifestyle, I’ll give you that. But I wanted someone who would love me in the open air…You were never willing to do that and I couldn’t cope with it. But you were never really mine, and I was never really yours. She is.”

Now you were intently listening.

Jimin’s smile became brighter momentarily, but this still felt too odd to let it continue.

“Take care of yourself.” was all he said.

“You too,” she replied, “Also, I’ll make sure Daejin doesn’t fire Chaeyoung’s husband.”

Jimin furrowed his brows, “Huh?”

She chuckled, crossing her arms, “I could tell you weren’t one hundred percent keen on sharing that with us. She’ll lose her job, and you’d feel guilty if my husband got spiteful and tossed him out the door too. They’ve got two young children, I get it.”

He grinned, “Thanks, I would appreciate that. Y/N would too.”

“Right,” Seoyeon sighed, “Well…Good luck with everything, for both our sakes, I guess.”

“Yeah” Jimin nodded, “You too.”

She bid him goodbye for the final time as she walked out the door. The sound of the door shutting was a relief for you, as you cut up some fruit near the sink. The footsteps of your boyfriend drew closer to you.

You turned your head over your shoulder, watching him sit down at the island.

He huffed, “It’s been an interesting day.”

You resumed cutting, “Yeah.”

He released a sigh, knowing you had more to talk about. It wasn’t over.

“I won’t read that statement, baby…”

You halted, turning around with an apple slice between your fingers, “Can we take a break and talk about this in a little while? That little side conversation between you and Seoyeon just now was…weird.”

He was running on a short fuse, becoming more exasperated, “What would you rather have had me do? She was the one who initiated that. Don’t tell me you’re getting the wrong idea.”

You placed your hands on the countertop and tilted your head back, closing your eyes. A huff escaped your chest, “No, I’m not. Sorry. I’m just tired.”

“I am too, baby. But I need to know why you’re siding with the company all of the sudden.”

His name came out of you in annoyance, “Jimin, I’m not siding with them. There’s more to the story than what I told you guys. I just didn’t think it was appropriate to share the rest of it in front of them.”

11. “And so it goes.”

Chapter Warnings: pregnancy

Taglist: @marihoneywk @amarawayne @chimmy-licious

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You were taking a shower post-hospital visit. Having been home for less than an hour, it felt like all the people in the world were calling Jimin. Though you hadn’t dared to check, you could assume that pictures and videos were spreading on social media like wildfire.

Worse, as you showered, you were aware that your boyfriend was on the phone with Management. That was what motivated you to exit the room in the first place and do something else - you couldn’t bear to listen to it. Now there was only a matter of time before you got a call from the company, and everyone knew what that would bring.

From the car ride until now, Jimin had been on the phone nonstop. His parents called in the car, then Yoongi, then Jin and Hoseok together. And now the company. In the meantime, you wondered if your own family had seen anything yet.

At the very least, it was vindicating to be clean, with damp washed hair and a change of clothes.

When you padded out of the master bathroom and into the main living space, Jimin was on the couch. Laying on his back, he held the phone up to his ear, running his spare hand through his hair anxiously and staring up at the ceiling. Any relief you experienced in the shower was gone. You were still at the center of a media storm and scandal.

You saw your phone sitting screen-down on the coffee table. You envisioned flipping it over to find missed calls from family and friends and you decided against it for the time being. Perhaps you could delay the inevitable just for a little longer, even if it was only a few minutes.

Instead, you clued into the conversation Jimin was having. He looked pissed.

“For the last time, yes, I am positive it’s mine. Please stop asking me that. Do you need me to run through the entire history again?”

You closed your eyes. Apparently, they knew just about everything.

He kept glancing at you as he spoke, checking what your demeanor was before getting distracted by his phone. Suddenly, his eyes hardened. His brows became severe, and he shot up into an upright sitting position.

“I am sorry,” his tongue was heat-ridden and bitter, “You may think I owe you that, but I happen to disagree. There is no circumstance in which I would ever-”

Jimin looked at you. He saw the curiosity and dread on your face, and took it down a notch.

He cleared his throat, “I’m just not doing that, alright? Unless you require anything further, I have plenty else to manage right now.”

A few moments later, he got off the phone and let out a grown, dipping his head low.

“So that didn’t go too well?” you asked hesitantly, sitting beside him.

Jimin lifted his head and put an arm around you, searching for the right words, “Could have been better, could have been worse. How are you?”

“I’m…I’m in shock maybe?” you shrugged.

“I’d rather have you be in shock for a while than have another fainting spell.”

“I can’t look at my phone right now, even though I feel like a should. My mom is probably worried sick about me. The girls too.”

He kissed your temple, and then you leaned your head on his shoulder, “You don’t need to look at that stuff until you feel prepared. I think after a little bit longer, it would be nice to let your poor mother know you’re alright. But for right now, you deserve to let your mind and body have a sliver of peace.”

“Well, if the company calls, I need to answer.”

“No, you don’t,” his tone carried a hint of resentment leftover from his recent phone call, “They have no right to expect you to put them above your health. You’re a pregnant woman who’s just getting home from an emergency hospital visit. In fact, if they dare try to contact you this soon, let me know. I’d want to deal with that.”

Unwilling to push the envelope at the risk of worsening his anger, you nodded, “Okay.”

“How’s the baby?”

You smiled softly as you looked down at your bump, “Wiggling, even though you and I just went through a lot, little one.”

Jimin’s own lips formed a minuscule grin. He touched your belly, right below the button. There were faint movements to be felt through his palm, which, to your confusion, erased his small smile. His expression grew colder, as he locked his eyes on your distended abdomen.

“I’m going to tell Minjun about Chaeyoung.” he said through tense muscles.

“You didn’t mention that when you were on the phone just now?”

He shook his head, “Wasn’t the conversation for that. But she deserves to face the consequences for what she did, and I just might take pleasure in exposing her.”

“Jimin-”

His hand remained on your belly, almost in a protective manner, “She has to pay for that. She knowingly gave the media a false story about me getting another woman pregnant. You and I both know that some people will take that story and run with it. Not to mention, the aftermath caused everyone so much strife. And then it put you, the woman who is actually carrying my child, in an emergency room.”

Your voice was soft, “All I was going to say is that we have bigger things to address at the moment. And I want us both to keep level heads.”

He let out a prolonged sigh, letting the silence linger for a moment, “I know, I know. Just give me some room to be pissed off for the both of us. I’m glad you seem to be attentive to your own peace of mind. You should be. But I can’t help it all the time and keep everything so locked up. I have to be able protect my family.”

You lifted your head from his shoulder so you could kiss his cheek, which was warm with a stressful flush, “I’d never ask you to keep it all locked up. You’re human. It’s just, at this point, getting revenge on Chaeyoung won’t solve any of our problems. You want your anger to be purposeful, but that would achieve nothing for us.”

Not to mention, you weren’t even sure you wanted her exposed. She’d be let go, almost certainly. The history of friendship between you made the idea difficult to imagine. But then again, her actions were about to get you fired.

He removed his hand from your bump, “Maybe we can put a hold on this conversation for now. My head’s starting to hurt.”

Before you could say anything else, he got up from the couch and started towards the kitchen. His gait and posture looked sullen, exhausted.

“We should both eat something,” he called back at you, “I’ll, uh...throw something together real fast.”

You weren’t hungry, but you weren’t going to make a quibble about that. As the minutes rolled on, you heard some dishes rattling around, drawers being opened and shut.

Your own phone was buzzing more and more now. The girls were texting you, asking if you were alright. Nothing from your parents yet, and you weren’t that surprised. They weren’t the type to be online often, which made you fear that they’d learn of it from one of their friends or neighbors.

Then, Hana called you.

You answered, “Hey, Hana.”

She sounded like she was in the car, “I was about to text you again, then realized I might as well just call. How are you?”

You let out a breath, “Not the worst, considering the circumstances. Maybe I’m in a state of shock or something. I’ve been offline since getting home.”

“Oh,” she said, “That’s for the best, I’d say.”

“I-Is it bad? What are people saying about me?”

From the kitchen, Jimin heard that and felt his heart crumble a little more. He knew that feeling all too well - a cruel part of oneself wanting to risk getting burned by the fire, just for the sake of some inner masochistic curiosity.

Hana replied, “I honestly don’t know either. Joonie texted me and told me the news…And then he picked me up from work and we’re almost at your place.”

You sat up a little more, “Wait, why? Don’t you both have things to do?”

Your puzzled boyfriend leaned back into the entryway, looking at you with furrowed brows.

“I got out of work a bit early,” she said, “So did he. No big deal.”

You had no idea what to do or say. You weren’t sure you were in the mood to have people over, and you had half a mind to kindly ask Hana to refrain.

Then, you thought of Jimin. He needed a friend right now, and in a crisis, Namjoon was a go-to. Even if he was still too stubborn to admit it.

“O-okay. See you in a few.”

You hung up the phone. Jimin ducked his head back again, “Hana’s coming over?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “With Namjoon.”

His expression went blank, and he returned to whatever task he was handling in the kitchen, disappearing from view. You hoisted yourself up slowly from the couch, being gentle with your body.

You found him filling a pot with water to boil. He had tells of tightening up when your presence came into the room, aware of what you were about to say to him. He didn’t want to hear it.

Instead of giving him a piece of your mind right away, you decided to help out and switched the stove on, before he could even set the pot down on it. The metal pot made a small thud when it met the rapidly heating surface. Jimin covered it with its corresponding glass lid.

“You shouldn’t be up, you know,” he said quietly, “You need to be off your feet for a while.”

You sighed, leaning back against the island and facing him, “I’m just standing in my own kitchen. I’m not doing anything strenuous.”

He returned a huff, turning his back to you to retrieve a cooking spoon from one of the drawers, “I suppose I need to make food for four now…”

You couldn’t bear it any longer.

“I think it might be time to move on from this whole feud. Let it be in the past. He’s deeply sorry, Jimin.”

He chuckled, “And how would you know that?”

You gulped, “Because he and I had a little talk at work the other day.”

He stopped what he was doing.

You went on, “He apologized to me for everything. The things he said about me, the inferences he made about my intentions. He was genuinely remorseful.”

Jimin looked back at you with conflicted eyes.

“And he wants to be there for you, probably now more than ever,” you said, “So you should give him a chance. I know that you want to. I heard you talking to him on the phone, when you found out about the fake story. You looked to him for help, because deep down you know that he’s a real friend. A protective friend.”

“His protectiveness is no justification for how he treated you and me.”

“That’s true, and he would agree with that,” your shoulders dropped, “Sometimes, that instinct can go awry. It can lead people down the wrong path. He certainly went down the wrong path in this case, and he owned up to that with me. And I love you, but right now, the shoe is on the other foot.”

Jimin was upset. It wasn’t difficult to read the conflict happening internally, but he wouldn’t let himself voice it. He was simply waiting for you to finish.

“You have that same protective nature in you, and that makes you a wonderful friend to people, and the best boyfriend and future father. But can’t you see how this part of you is keeping you from mending your friendship? It’s becoming destructive. Please don’t let it go on.”

Your phone buzzed again. You glanced down to read the text.

“They’re here. Now is the time to decide what you’re going to do.”

A couple more minutes passed as you waited to hear a knock on the door. That time was silent between the two of you. He took a bag of dry rice from the cupboard and measured out enough for four people. You remained standing next to the island until the moment to let the pair in arrived.

You went to let them in, while Jimin stayed there, keeping to himself.

When you opened the door, they wasted no time in making their way inside. This wasn’t the occasion to linger in the hallway.

After you had closed the door, Hana gave you a long hug, “It’s going to be okay.”

“Thanks,” you sighed into her shoulder, “This just feels so strange, kind of like when I found out I was pregnant. I almost don’t believe it’s really happening.”

Namjoon gave you a hug as well, which was unexpected but couldn’t have been more appropriately timed, given the short conversation you’d just had with Jimin.

The tall man said to you, “We are here for you guys. Whatever you need.”

Your boyfriend was listening in the kitchen, starting to feel like a child. He was frozen, pride keeping him rooted to the floor, unable to go and greet them. That’s when it began to feel plain stupid, and he was surprised with himself.

His entire world was just shaken to the core, and he was just standing there, too stubborn to greet a guy he’d known and loved for years, who came to offer solace?

It still didn’t feel great. In fact, it required him summoning more willpower than he would have liked, but he put everything aside to walk out and meet them.

Namjoon released you from the hug when he saw Jimin appear, nervous that the act would make him angry. On the contrary, the younger man inhaled, relaxed his shoulders, and walked forward.

You were studying your boyfriend’s face, trying to predict what he’d do, or what he’d say. For a moment, it was impossible to decipher. Hana was watching closely too, hoping she wasn’t about to witness a chiding.

Namjoon’s expression was full of regret, “I…I can’t imagine what this is like for y-”

Jimin shook his head and released a pent up huff, tugging him into an embrace. He patted his back firmly and cleared his throat.

“Thank you for being here.”

The weight of the situation wasn’t enough to prevent you from smiling softly. Both of them deserved to have this friendship back.

The leader was surprised, but eased into the hug, “I am so sorry.”

He knew he wasn’t apologizing out of sympathy for the circumstances, but for their past arguments.

“I know you are.” Jimin said.

Sensing that the guys needed a moment to themselves, Hana nudged you a bit. She directed you to move back in towards to living room with her eyes. You were happy to follow her lead, relieved to see them start to make up.

As your friend got you situated and comfortable on the couch, Jimin and Namjoon seemed to retreat into the kitchen.

The visitor fell right into helping the other prepare some food. Apparently, rice and some form chicken were on the menu.

Namjoon took over the rice, while Jimin started on the chicken, spicing it up to toss in an air fryer.

“Has the company called you?”

“Yeah, not that long ago. They’re not pleased.”

“Didn’t think they would be,” the older said, “Knowing how they operate, is there anything they…you know…want you to do?”

Jimin’s jaw tightened. He stealthily peaked around the wall to make sure you weren’t listening in. You were laying down on the couch, Hana perched casually on the other end of it. You were rubbing your bump, lost in your own chat, giving him permission to share aloud something he didn’t want you to know.

He lowered his volume, tone burdened with disgust, “They want me to make some sort of statement, apologize for ‘setting a poor example’. I realize we broke the rules, and I know that having children out of wedlock isn’t society’s ideal. But I outright refused to do that. I got pretty pissed off actually. If Y/N hadn’t walked into the room while I was on the phone, I might have said some pretty severe things.”

“You have a right to be pissed,” Namjoon encouraged, “They’re asking you to effectively betray Y/N, not to mention your own kid. You’d be casting such a negative light on them if you did that.”

“Exactly,” Jimin was maintaining his temper, “I understand the way this happened wasn’t the straight, traditional way. Honestly, I wouldn’t wish it on anyone, what Y/N and I have gone through. But to turn around and publicly say that I regret any of it…”

“Would be insane,” the leader finished the thought, “Because you found the love of your life. You could never be expected to apologize for that.”

For some reason, the younger of the pair found himself cracking a smile, which grew into a subtle laugh.

Namjoon mirrored the chuckle, “What’s so funny?”

Jimin glanced back at him, “Nothing. It’s just kind of humorous to hear you say that, after all this time.”

He shrugged and chuckled some more, “Well, she is, isn’t she?”

The laughter died down, but a small grin remained, “She is. And thank you for acknowledging that.”

“I’m sorry it took so long, but now I’m happy to. I really want you to believe me when I say it.”

“I believe you. If there’s anything anyone can count on Kim Namjoon for, it’s the truth.”

It was a full house when the evening rolled around. All of the guys made their way over to your place eventually. Namjoon and Hana stayed the whole time.

It felt like someone had died - everyone coming over to offer their condolences. They were sorry for your loss of your job, yours and Jimin’s privacy.

During the day, your mother called you to check on you. Still nothing from the company. And not a word from your father, but that was something you'd gotten used to by now.

All of you were in the living room, scattered about on the couch, on chairs, some on the floor. You thought you knew what it felt like to be drained before, but this was yet another level.

“You know, I actually think those pictures of you guys leaving the hospital are kind of awesome,” Yoongi mentioned, “Holding hands, and neither of you look afraid. You come across as very united and strong.”

You appreciated the sentiment, “I’m glad, because ‘strong’ is not the word I’d use to describe how I felt in that moment.”

“Have you guys seen the photos?” Taehyung asked.

“No,” sighed Jimin, “It’s unnecessary.”

Hoseok remarked, “Probably for the best to keep off social media for a few more days. I don’t want to disturb you, but there’s a lot being said out there.”

Jungkook, wanting to save you both from worrying too much, added, “Not all of it is bad, though. If it helps…”

Jimin didn’t want to discuss what was being said, but you weren’t used to this. You didn’t know how to simply block it out, shield yourself from it totally. It was a human curiosity, to know one's own reputation and what people were saying.

Out of curiosity, you inquired, “What are some of the positive stuff?”

The youngest member offered you a more pleasant expression, though you could tell it was forced for your sake, “Many people are trying to support you guys, defending you against those who don’t have the kindest opinions. Actually, a lot of fans are congratulatory. Shocked, but happy.”

“R-Really?” you grinned softly. Maybe a little superficial of you, but it was a bandaid to hear that a portion of the masses didn’t hate you.

The father of your child picked up on the optimism in your voice. He played along with Jungkook’s narrative, wanting to increase your relief wherever he could.

Jimin smiled halfway, “There are always good people out there. You’ll learn over time to tune out the negative voices.”

“Do they know my name? Or my job?”

Hana giggled ironically, taking advantage of the lightness in the air, “Surely, you know that their fans are capable of impeccable detective work. Of course they’ve figured out your name by now. I didn’t see anyone discussing your role at the company, but it’s only a matter of time before that comes out too.”

You shrugged, “My former role anyway.”

Taehyung frowned, “Have they made that official?”

You shook your head as your doting boyfriend rubbed your knee, “Still waiting for that call…And the call about the lab results.”

“What lab results?” Jungkook furrowed his brows, eyes darting between you and Jimin.

Not all of them had been updated on the outcome of your hospital visit. Hana and Namjoon knew and waited for you to elaborate with sullen expressions.

You bit down on your bottom lip. Sensing your hesitation, Jimin lifted that burden from you by explaining it himself.

He let out a breath and told them, “The doctor is now concerned about a condition called preeclampsia. Without going into too much detail, it really wouldn’t be good for Y/N or the baby. We should have those results in a day or two.”

You looked into your lap. The room went silent for a moment.

“I can’t believe Chaeyoung…” Jin muttered, “All the mess she’s caused.”

“I never would have guessed it was her.” Hoseok agreed.

Jimin closed his eyes, preventing himself from flying off the handle, “Don’t get me started on that right now.”

You rubbed his shoulder as an attempt to ease him up. He was trying to manage your nerves, and you were trying to deal with his. You were determined to help each other, prepared to set your feelings aside in order to help one another cope.

“At least Seoyeon’s statement was decent.” Yoongi remarked.

Jimin groaned, putting his face into his palms, “Fuck, I completely forgot about that being published.”

“What does ‘decent’ mean?” You asked, attentive to his emotions.

He shrugged with arms crossed, “Means it wasn’t provocative. She and her husband said that initial rumor was totally untrue. And there was zero mention of your past relationship with her.”

“Yeah, but any statement from her is basically null and void now,” Jimin huffed, “The purpose was to convince the public that there was no baby on the way. It would have bought us some more time.”

“Well, at least now the public won’t believe that you fathered two children with different women.” replied Yoongi.

Your love had reached his limit. He rose from his seat, unable to withstand any further conversation. He looked down at you and stretched out his hand, “Baby, I think it’s time you get some rest.”

Reluctantly, trying to translate the message in his eyes, you took his hand and let him pull you up, “Okay…”

His faculties were fried, eyes a bit dazed, “Yeah, you need to sleep. Long day.”

The others were taking the cue to head out, rising from their spots. It was inarguable that your eyelids had been feeling heavy, but the abrupt discontinuation left you confused.

Within minutes, the large group filtered out of your home, each of them wishing you both well and giving some final reassurances for the night. You could tell they were a little perplexed and maybe even a concerned about Jimin’s quick change in demeanor, but there was a collective knowledge that it was best to let it be for now. If he needed some space, they weren’t about to protest.

It was the two of you once again.

Jimin had been the one to close the door behind Jin, who was the last one out. He turned back to you, face now reading as apologetic. You looked puzzled as ever.

“I just couldn’t do it anymore,” he said, “I want to sleep.”

You nodded as he came into you, kissing you lightly. He pulled away and you held his face there for a moment, which he relished. His eyes closed, taking comfort in your affectionate touch.

“I’m tired too. Just don’t use me as the scapegoat next time.”

He broke into a chuckle, as did you.

“You weren’t the scapegoat. I wasn’t making anything up. I do have to make sure you get your rest. Those guys would have talked our ears off until sunrise.”

You got ready for bed together. You changed into one of his t-shirts, a plain white one. Standing over the sink, brushing your teeth, you thought nothing of it. That is, until Jimin pointed it out.

He was sitting on the bed in the next room, observing you with an ironic, weary grin, “That’s the t-shirt that started this whole mess, right?”

You looked at it with fresh eyes in the mirror, and then it clicked. This was the shirt you were wearing in the airport, the one that Seoyeon noticed.

You spit into the sink for the last time and shut off the faucet, “I guess it is.”

You heard him mumble, “I have half a mind to burn that thing.”

The following morning, you were out of bed before Jimin was. You made yourself some breakfast and decaffeinated coffee, and perched on the couch. Intentionally starting the day with something less stressful, you were flipping through the baby naming book as you ate. There were a few favorites you had from when the two of you began discussing, and you wanted to look at them again, just to see if you still felt the same about them.

This led to an idea to create a list of everything that needed to be done for your little one. You retrieved a pen and paper, feeling some movements in your womb.

Yawning, you put a hand on your stomach, "Good morning, little love. I'm going to write down some things that Daddy and me need to do before you come to meet us. Let's see...We need to build you a nursery."

As you wrote that down, your imagination drew a picture of what that might look like and you ended up with a soft smile, "I'm thinking a light green for you. What do you think of that, baby? Then we can have a rocking chair in one corner, maybe next to a little bookshelf filled with lots of bedtime stories...Although I have a feeling that Daddy will prefer singing to you, rather than reading."

You took a sip of your coffee, "What else? Oh, we need to stock up on lots of supplies. Diapers, wipes, bottles, burping cloths, onesies, socks...Lots of things, it turns out. At least in this mess, I'll have more time to focus on getting ready for you. I promise I’ll be ready for you.”

The father of this child was standing in the doorway to the master bedroom, having gotten out of bed without making a sound. He wore a tired smile, listening to you make harmless chatter to the baby you were carrying.

“Daddy is more than ready for you,” you said, jotting down the previous items onto the notepad, “Sometimes it feels like he’s more prepared than I am for this. You truly are at the heart of every move he makes. You’ll see…you and I both won the lottery with him. And if you turn out to be a girl, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

He couldn’t hold back his chuckle, causing you to break your train of thought and turn your head.

“Sorry,” his hoarse, deep morning voice spoke, “I didn’t mean to interrupt your conversation.”

You smirked and went back to writing, “Less of a conversation, moreso just me babbling, thinking of things that we need to do. Which is a lot, apparently.”

Through puffy lips, he grinned again, “Tell her I love her. I’m going to take a shower.”

As he abandoned his post and went into the master bathroom to wash up, you looked down at your belly and whispered, “See? He loves you more than anything. And don’t forget I love you too.”

You continued to bond with your baby, feeling him or her stretch and wiggle as you went about your business with this list. It gave you something else to focus on, as if you hadn’t been outted to the world less than twenty-four hours prior.

This bubble was short-lived, burst open by the phone call you’d been dreading ever since you found out you were pregnant.

Stomach curling, you answered nervously, “H-Hello?”

“Y/N,” the male voice greeted you, “Good morning. This is Minjun. We met a few days ago in my office?”

“Yes,” you gulped, “I remember.”

There was no point in asking what this was about. The moment had arrived.

“Well, I don’t want to take up much of your time, especially considering recent developments. And I think you know what I must discuss with you, right?”

Though your heart’s pace picked up, you were relieved that Jimin wasn’t around to hear this.

“I do.” you said.

Minjun sighed, telling you that he didn’t take pleasure in this, “You haven’t been with the company long, but you know the rules when it comes to staff relationships, particularly with the artists. I am not blind to the fact that this has been and will continue to be tumultuous for you, but I’m afraid I have no choice but to terminate your employment with us.”

You made no attempt to keep the tears from welling up in your eyes. Blinking, one escaped the confines of your lower lid and fell. However, your voice remained relatively normal.

“I understand. This has been a long time coming. I really wish it could be different, because I’ve loved this job, but…”

You were going to reiterate that you understood why they had to fire you. That you knew they had to enforce their rules, and that you knew why those rules were there in the first place. But then you realized that you didn’t.

You didn’t understand. Yes, you were aware of the industry’s culture and attitudes when it came to dating, but you didn’t agree with it at all. Why was it forbidden for people to fall in love? It made no sense to you.

Minjun asked, “But?”

You considered chewing him out, making him the soundboard for your frustrations. But you couldn’t. If anything, you didn’t have the energy and you wanted to remain calm, for the sake of avoiding another episode like the one you had the day before.

“Nothing.” you replied.

“Very well,” he said, “Now, we need to begin the process of offboarding. We will need you to turn in your work computer, obviously, as well as any documents you may possess. Sketches, notebooks, things like that.”

“My designs?” you asked, “You need all my ideas?”

“The company maintains ownership of intellectual property that was created during a staff member’s tenure.”

You were silent. You had to give up all of your ideas, all your sketches and dribblings. Things that hadn’t yet come into fruition. They weren’t even yours anymore - apparently they never were.

Even so, you were in no shape to argue or get your blood boiling.

“Okay,” you sighed, “Anything else?”

“We understand that you have a health issue to deal with at the moment. Do you think this will have an impact on your ability to come into the office to turn in your things and sit for an exit interview?”

“Um, it might…There’s a possibility that I will be put on bed rest. What would this interview entail?”

Minjun replied, “It would be informal. The purpose would be to get a full understanding of what’s been going on here. Jimin confirmed the gist, but we’d like to be well-rounded in our knowledge of this.”

You couldn’t wrap your brain around that for some reason, “O-Okay…I’ll wait to confirm that until I hear back from my doctor.”

“I see. I’ll reach back out in a few days on that. You’ll be receiving a formal letter of termination via email by the end of the day. We will talk again soon.”

When he hung up the phone, you remained in a state of pause. It had happened, and despite having mentally prepared yourself the best you could, you somehow couldn’t believe it really came to pass. It was over. You’d lost the best job you ever had. No longer could you call yourself a stylist for the world’s most sensational band.

Another tear rolled down your face, yet you didn’t feel particularly emotional. A numbness had taken root somewhere, guarding you from another breakdown episode.

Your little one kicked, and you put your phone down with a sigh. This had to happen, but it was a small price to pay for what you’d been given - a child fathered by the most amazing, enchanting man you’d ever met. You wouldn’t lose sight of that critical fact.

Jimin returned a short while later, dressed and hair blow-dried. You’d gone into the kitchen to find something to eat, though you weren’t hungry. If anything, you just wanted something else to do other than wallow.

He heard you dawdling around in the kitchen as he picked up the list you’d written from the coffee table in the living room.

Eyes trailing down the paper, he cracked a grin and called to you, “This is a very thorough list.”

“Oh,” you said, “Thanks.”

Your tone was far too sullen for his liking. Brows furrowed, he set the notepad down and started towards the kitchen. He found you putting some bread into the toaster.

“What happened, baby? You didn’t go on social media, did you?”

You inhaled deeply and let it out, turning to him, “No, I didn’t go online. Minjun called me just now...”

Jimin’s face fell, knowing what it meant. Inwardly, he was furious that Management didn’t give you more time to breathe, after your episode, but his expression was nothing but disappointment.

Your eyes began to well up again. And as soon as your drew in a hitched breath, he rushed to bring you into his arms. You were pressed against his chest, eyes squeezed shut as you let out a small sob that stole a piece of his heart.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he whispered, holding the back of your head and rubbing your hair, “I’m so sorry.”

Your voice was muffled against his shirt, “I just really loved that job. A-And that job led me to you…”

He kissed the outer part of your ear, “You still have me, sweetheart.”

“No, I know,” you sniffled, “I just wish I could stay. It could have been so wonderful, in a different reality. You and me, working at the same place. Our child could come in to be with us sometimes. It could have been so perfect, like a dream.”

“You are a dream to me.”

Though tears were still flowing, you started to smile and laugh a little bit.

“Now what’s so funny?” Jimin asked, confused yet happy to go along with your emotions.

Your tears were soaking his shirt at this point, but you were grinning wider, “Nothing. It’s just…How do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Just, make everything brighter for me? Always, always find the right words to say? Every single time.”

He smirked and kissed you again, this time on the top of your head, “All I did was be honest with you.”

You sniffled once more, pulling away from his embrace just enough to allow room for yourself to wrap your arms around his neck. You looked up at him for a moment as he grinned ever so gently, wiping your tears away with his thumbs.

His hands then traveled down to the sides of your belly. He glanced down to where your child was, nestled safely in your womb, between the two of you.

Rubbing your bump, he lowered his voice and got lost in his own heart, “In the midst of what can feel like a nightmare, I’ve got all a man could ever ask for. Getting to love a gorgeous woman, with a gorgeous soul. Getting to watch that woman’s belly grow as she carries my child. I get to come home to her now, but in the near future I’ll get to come home to both of them. That is a dream.”

You smiled softly, “I guess every dream has a little bit of nightmare in it.”

He chuckled, “The good and the bad. The sweet, and then the bitter. That’s been our story, huh?”

You nodded, grin fading, “It has.”

Then, simultaneously, your toast popped up and your phone began to ring from the sofa in the other room.

Jimin pecked your forehead, “I’ll make your toast, go see who it is.”

You left his arms to hurry into the living room. Picking up the buzzing and ringing device from the couch, your gut tightened with nerves. This was yet another call you’d been anticipating, only the outcome of this one was uncertain.

“Hello?” you answered, standing up.

“Y/N, good morning,” Doctor Yoon’s pleasant voice greeted you, “Is now a good time?”

Her tone acted as a soothing balm - you definitely found the right doctor.

“Hi, Doctor Yoon,” you said loud enough for Jimin to hear, “Yes, it’s a good time. I’ll put you on speaker.”

Predictably, your boyfriend came rushing into the room as soon as he overheard. His stomach was also in knots, assuming that this call would reveal your lab results. A lot was riding on this - the next few months of both of your lives.

Jimin did his best to sound composed, sitting down and encouraging you to sit beside him, “Hello, Doctor Yoon.”

“Good morning,” she greeted him back, “I’m glad to deliver some positive news for you guys. Y/N’s results have come back pretty normal.”

You both released a sigh of relief, postures loosening. Jimin grinned and kissed your temple.

“That’s wonderful.” you said.

“Yes, I would say you’re pretty fortunate. I’d like you to keep taking that medication and continue to take stress-relieving measures, but there is no diagnosis here.”

“So no bed rest?” Your boyfriend inquired.

“Not formally, no. However, I encourage you to take precaution, Y/N. Even though you don’t need to be in a sedentary state, it would be prudent to rest often. Take naps when you want, no overly strenuous activities. You know, take it easy, but feel free to live your life.”

You closed your eyes and tilted your head down, preventing yourself from scoffing or saying something too negative. Could you really feel free to live your life? Was that even possible at this point?

You pulled it together within seconds and lifted your tone, “Thank you so much. This is really good news.”

The doctor was jubilant, “Of course! Even though we did an ultrasound the other day, I’d still like to keep your appointment for next week. If anything, just to check in on you and keep tabs.”

You’d both forgotten that you had scheduled for her to come over for another ultrasound soon.

“We will see you then,” Jimin agreed on your behalf, “Thank you for everything, Doctor Yoon.”

“My pleasure. If any questions or concerns come up, you can always call.”

When the conversation ended and you hung up, Jimin threw his head back for a moment, basking in this weight lifting from his shoulders. His love and his unborn child were alright.

He chuckled, “What did I tell you, baby? Bad news, and now some really great news. Bitter, and then sweet.”

You offered a meager smile, “And so it goes.”

You didn’t seem quite as celebratory as he was, and he understood - no need to ask you what was the matter.

Jimin pulled you into him and softened his voice, “I’m just glad the two of you are okay. Also, your toast is burnt.”

Breaking into a short giggle, you rested against him, “Oh, good. Well I guess I should call Minjun back. He wanted to schedule an exit interview with me.”

His disdain was immediate and palpable, him parting from you to show you his concerned eyes.

“And you agreed to this?”

You shrugged, “Loosely, yeah. I didn’t really know what to make of it.”

Jimin pinched the small bridge of this nose, “I don’t know why I’m surprised at this point…You know you don’t have to do anything they want, right?”

If you were honest with yourself, you hadn’t considered that.

“I know…”

He went on, “Let me guess, Minjun told you they want more information about how this all happened?”

You nodded.

Jimin pulled off that trick of his, where he grinned in order to prevent himself from falling into rage. Shaking his head minimally, he inhaled sharply.

He looked up at the ceiling and then back at you, “They know I won’t be as forthcoming as they’d like me to be. I only told them the basics. I think Minjun wants to see if you’d be more detailed, because he figures he can sort of intimidate you into it.”

You looked down, “I don’t know. I get why they want a full picture…This is a shock to them and they probably are wondering how it happened.”

He took your hand, “I’m not going to tell you what to do. But you should at least realize that you are no longer their employee, and so you are no longer beholden to them. If being in that situation doesn’t sound appealing to you, then you have the right to decline. They don’t get to fire you and then expect you to accommodate them.”

You sighed, “When you put it that way I’m less agreeable to the idea. I’ll think about it. Part of me wants to go in there and tell him to his face, unashamed. And part of me wonders if I should stay away, or if they will use anything I say against me.”

“They wouldn’t dare,” Jimin replied, “I know I haven’t had the highest opinion of the company recently, but even I don’t believe they’d stoop that low. It would be like declaring war on their own artist.”

Your brows furrowed, “War?”

Hey all!

I’m enjoying writing the next part of If Snow Decides to Fall! During the process, I wondered if I might take up more one-shots/drabbles as well.

What do you think of that? Do you prefer long fanfics from writers, or are you just as satisfied with a great one-shot? You can leave your thoughts on this post or dm me if you’d like:)

They are super easy and quick to create. I’ve only done one so far, but I could totally be open to requests for those.

Yeah, basically if you have any insights you’d like to offer, that would be awesome.

Hey all! Wanted to post a little sidenote, after just recently posting my latest chapter of If Snow Decides to Fall.

Some of you may have seen or read it already, but I have another fanfic called To Be a Viper that has been on pause for a good while now. It’s a darker mafia fic and I love the plan I have for it! If you haven’t checked it out yet, definitely head over to that post.

Since the current one is over halfway through, I have felt more motivated to pick up where I left off with To Be a Viper.

Maybe in the meantime I can juggle them both, we will see! Just wanted to update you guys on where I’m at.

10. “We’re out of time.”

Author's Note: Chapter 10! Fitting, since it feels like this took a decade to get finished! If you don’t like drama, don’t read this one ;)

Chapter Warnings: pregnancy, medical drama

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The middle-aged woman was scandalized to have learned what had been going on since she last saw her daughter. It almost didn't sound real. One gut punch after the other, and she'd only been there about an hour.

"I don't know what to say," she said, "I don't know how you've both managed."

Jimin answered, "We keep each other as sane."

Your mother was flabbergasted, "I still find this whole thing troubling. And as her mother, I can't say there aren't parts of this that I regret for her."

The younger man nodded, stained with an uneasy chagrin. His tone was meek, and he couldn't even look her in the eye as he tried to keep his voice from breaking, "I know. I understand, and I ask for your forgiveness. I'm aware that for her, a relationship with a different man would be a lot less complicated. I have watched her struggle so much over the past five, almost six months. Your daughter really is the strongest person I've ever known. The way she deals with this with so much grace..."

She seemed to agree with him, "I regret that she has to keep so many secrets and that the distress has manifested physically. Her poor body is already going through so much. But I no longer regret that she chose you."

Jimin looked across the room at her like a puppy, disoriented.

She offered him a weak yet authentic smile, "You love her in a way a mother can only dream someone will love her little girl. I could see it the first time I was here, but I will admit, I wasn't pleased by it. Now I am glad she has you. Maybe not your career, and everything troubling that has stemmed from it, but you, as a person."

"Thank you," he let out a sigh of relief, "I can't tell you how much it means to hear you say that. Am I to assume that he doesn’t feel the same, given he didn’t come with you?”

“My husband? Sadly yes. He’s…having a bit more trouble now that this rumor has spread.”

Jimin gulped, scared of the answer to the question he was about to ask, “Does he believe it?”

The woman sighed, thinking of a way to frame it non-combatively, “He needs some more time. I still have faith he will come around, as I have. As a father, I’m afraid that this news has only deepened his mistrust for now. When I return home I will share my thoughts with him. That will help.”

He nodded, “I get it.”

"So what happens next? Surely, there must be a way to get this rumor to go away, or punish this Seoyeon woman."

He twiddled his thumbs, "Well, no one can say for sure if she's the source in the story. It's still just speculation, but it seems probable. For now, Management is releasing a statement of denial."

"Do you think that will do the trick?"

Jimin shrugged, “I’m reluctant to assure you it will, but I feel good about it. For the company to take a firm stance on such a serious issue will hopefully persuade many people that the story is false. If I was the father of that child and the company lied about it, then they could be held liable for that in court.”

“I see,” her eyes carried a sense of dread, “Will this go to court?”

“Again, it’s hard to say. I hope not. That’s the last thing we all need.”

Your mother digested it, “Then it’s probably best we don’t let our minds go there just yet. We have enough going on in the present.”

Jimin concurred, “Yeah.”

Then a pause ensued. Feeling awkward once more, your boyfriend rose from his seat, “Can I get you anything? Sorry, it was rude of me not to ask earlier.”

“Oh, yes. Some water would be great. Thank you.”

He padded off into the kitchen to fix two glasses of water. He also peered into the pantry to grab a box of those cookies he always kept stocked. His sweet tooth wasn’t necessarily in play this time. He just needed something to mindlessly chew on, and he thought he’d offer to share them.

When he handed your mother her water, he showed her the box, “Want any?”

She smiled, “Those happen to be my guilty pleasure. Yes, please.”

“I’ll set them in the coffee table then,” he chuckled, “They’re my favorites too. I’ve been buying them like crazy nowadays. Y/N’s developed an affinity for them.”

“Ah,” she sighed, taking a cookie from the box, “That would make sense. I had a terrible sugar addiction when I was pregnant with her. They say mothers and daughters experience pregnancy in similar ways.”

“Really? That sounds like an old wive’s tale.”

She shrugged, “Could be, but every now and then those reign true. They also say that a sweet tooth during pregnancy means you’re having a girl, and I had one.”

Jimin couldn’t hold his laugh after swigging down some water, “I’ll make sure I mention that to her.”

Though glad this meeting was somewhat positive, he had to wonder how you’d react when you came home.

“Thank you guys for doing this.” you said before shoveling a mouthful of heukmi in.

The small group of fellow girlfriends nodded. Hana smiled, “Of course. Figured this would be a good time to talk.”

She was the one to reach out to you and invite you to lunch. You were in a small cafe located not too far from work.

Aejun and Yunhee gave you sympathetic looks. The three women were gutted for you.

“How are you both holding up?” Yunhee asked with detectable hesitation. She didn’t want to upset you more than you already had been.

“The best we can,” you answered honestly, “I take comfort in knowing that the company will work hard to disprove it. But I wish I stayed home today. I’m worried for Jimin.”

You’d been thinking of him most of the day, wondering if he was going stir crazy cooped up in the apartment.

“He doesn’t deserve this. I can’t imagine the kind of pressure he’s under.” remarked Hana.

“What do you need from us?” Aejun asked, “I mean, is there anything we can do?”

“Your friendship means more than anything. Seriously, I know we just met, but you three are the only peers I have. My parents don’t speak to me anymore, and I have a friend in my coworker, Chaeyoung, but I can’t tell her for obvious reasons. You guys are it for me.” you laughed a little, though there was little humor to be felt.

“Hey, three is all you need,” Yunhee beamed, “We are all in the same boat. We have coworkers and other friends that we can’t share this part of our lives with.”

“The scary thing is that someday soon, everyone will know about this part of my life.” you said.

Hana, sitting next to you in the booth, scooted and warmly nudged you, “Yeah, and you’ll have an adorable little baby.”

You began to smile wider. Their positivity was a godsend.

“Oh,” suddenly Aejun became alert as she looked down at her phone, mindful to keep her volume appropriately low, “They just released the statement.”

You inhaled deeply, as if to try to make your peace with it before hearing it. In this brief moment of anxiety, you felt a rush of dizziness return. It faded quickly as you took another subtle deep breath, luckily.

“What does it say?” Yunhee asked.

Aejun looked at you cautiously, “Is it alright if I read it?”

You hummed, giving her permission that she really didn’t need.

Reading from the company’s social post, she began:

“Hello, this is BigHit Music. This is a statement clarifying our position on a recent publication about BTS member Jimin. This article reports that Jimin has fathered a child, but this is unequivocally false. The woman at the center of the report is confirmed to be married. Therefore, to claim that he is the father of her child is deeply insulting to his character and integrity. We are currently investigating into the source of this libelous report, and will take legal action if it becomes necessary to prove our artist’s noninvolvement. Thank you.”

Hana tried to assure you by saying, “That’s a strong start.”

To your surprise, you were actually happy with how it turned out, “Yeah, it’s pretty good.”

“I think it will convince a lot of people that he has nothing to do with her,” said Yunhee as she sipped on an iced tea through a black plastic straw, “Especially those who are on the fence.”

You nodded, taking a sip of your ice water, “I hope you’re right. I take some comfort in knowing that they probably let Jimin approve it beforehand. If he’s satisfied with it, then so am I.”

As a foursome, you went about eating more of the food in front of you, mindful of the time, as you all had to go back to work eventually.

“In other news, the Black Swan video looks awesome,” Hana grinned, “Thanks for dressing our guys well.”

Another gut twist. You’d completely forgotten that it was due for release around this time. Sanghee had to have mentioned the release date to you at some point, but it must have gone in one ear and out the other.

You put a hand to your forehead, “What timing…”

Aejun giggled, “It seems that slipped your mind. No one could blame you.”

You appeared dumbfounded at yourself, “I don’t know how, but it did. Oh God, I hope it’s being received well, given everything else that’s going on.”

You were worried for Jimin, praying that he wasn’t receiving more hate on their own channel.

Hana assured, “When I watched it, there were a few comments questioning why they’d put it out now, but most comments were pretty typical.”

Aejun, with her dry wit, said, “You know, the thousands of strangers saying hot our boyfriends are.”

“Yeah, so don’t worry. Jimin isn’t being ripped apart on his own music video.” agreed Hana.

You breathed a sigh of relief, “Good. I just hope it stays that way.”

There was a brief, comfortable pause as each of you pondered the situation at hand.

“So basically social media is a BTS wormhole right now.” laughed Yunhee.

Then Hana and Aejun started to laugh too. Their energy being too delightful and infectious, you permitted yourself to laugh along. Sometimes, there was just nothing else to do. Your body needed that rush of endorphins, no matter how short-lived.

The four of you laughed until your stomachs hurt.

There was nothing you longed for more than the sanctuary of his arms. You’d received your daily helping of heartburn after lunch, as well as a tiny bit of back pain.

When you walked into your home, you slipped off your shoes and carelessly dropped your bag next to them. You set your keys down on the console table and unbuttoned your pants. Still bloated from lunch, even your newer maternity pants felt a bit tight.

As you walked through the entry hallway, you took off your lightweight cardigan, leaving you in a simple tank top and undone pants.

You didn’t hear Jimin call out for you, which he normally did if he was ever home before you. but you could have sworn you caught the sight of your mother’s signature black purse, resting on a chair in the living room.

You were in disbelief when you walked up to it, then greeted with the sound of her voice saying your name, along with your boyfriend’s.

Mouth slightly agape, your turned towards their voices. They seemed to have come out of the guest bedroom. This was the second time in your pregnancy your mother paid you a surprise visit, but this one was more unexpected than the first.

She looked a little different to you, maybe even aged. Her hair was tied back and her eyes had bags under them, which disappeared when she laid eyes on you. They glistened with tears as she bypassed Jimin quickly, arms open for you.

“Oh, my girl,” she smiled through her emotion, bringing you into her arms, “I’m so sorry for what you’ve gone through. And I’m sorry I was so stubborn.”

You raised your brows as she hugged you the best she could in spite of your bump in the way. You met Jimin’s gaze. He was smiling, leaning against the wall as he shrugged at you.

Then your mother pulled away, holding onto your arms, “You look beautiful. How are you feeling? I was told about the blood pres-

You shook your head, “Mom, Mom, hold on. What are you doing here?”

She let go of your arms and then glanced back at the man in the room, before returning her eyes to you, “I came after I heard about this…situation. I just wanted to check on you, assuming you would have taken a personal day off work for this. But I’m glad I got a few hours to speak with Jimin.”

Your eyes widened, looking back and forth between the two of them, “You’ve been here for hours? Why didn’t either of you text me?”

Jimin pushed himself off the wall and came forward, “Didn’t want to bother you. Plus, we filled the time with a lot of talking.”

“Yes, he explained everything to me,” she said, “It’s been difficult for you both, and I’m so sorry for that. But I’m glad you’ve found a man who loves you to help you through it. A very good man.”

Jimin smiled to himself.

Taken aback by her compliment, you couldn’t speak. You just blinked a few times.

Then your boyfriend’s grin faded. He could tell you were growing frustrated, on top of your bewilderment. He knew this reunion wouldn’t be simple.

Your mother gestured for you to sit down. Slowly, you went along with it. Your boyfriend disappeared into the kitchen to fix you a glass of water and your prenatal vitamin, having noticed that you forgot to take it in the morning.

Overcome with confusion, relief, and aggravation, you stammered, “S-So what? You’re back in my life, just like that?”

“Sweetie-”

“You didn’t speak to me for months,” you protested, “Do you have any idea how isolated I’ve felt?? I’m having a baby in what keeps unfolding to be an impossible circumstance, and my own parents basically abandoned me. You think you can just show up and give me a hug and everything can be fine??”

“You have every right to be angry with your father and I,” she sighed, “It took far too long for us to get over our preconceptions about the situation and reach out.”

“There’s no ‘us’,” you disputed, “Dad’s not here. He’s still sticking to it, isn’t he?”

“I’m going to do everything I can to persuade him.”

You chuckled so you wouldn’t cry, “I’d actually really appreciate that. I’m…I’m sorry I’m so upset…I just didn’t expect this and there’s been so much going on.”

Conscious of your escalating nerves, Jimin walked back into the living room and presented you with some water and your vitamin. You thanked him and consumed both as he meandered to the back of your selected seat, placing his hands on your shoulders for moral support.

You put a hand on one of his, not put on a display of mutual support, but to make sure he didn’t go anywhere.

Your mother corrected herself, “I’m sorry. I just want to tell you I’m here for you, if you need me. Carrying a child is hard enough in itself, I can’t imagine what it’s like in your shoes.”

“It’s been horrible at times,” your posture relaxed as you made the admission, “But you were right. I have a very good man by my side. And you owe him an apology too, for how severely you misjudged him.”

Jimin gave you a tiny squeeze, giving your mother a reassuring expression, “She has, very graciously. And unnecessarily. I’ve always understood why you guys might not like me, so there are no hard feelings.”

You caught how she smiled back at him. It was then made obvious that her opinion of him truly had changed.

She stayed for a while longer, to catch up on your life. During that time, you felt the beginnings of healing take root. Your heart was still hurt, and it certainly wasn’t going to mend overnight. But at the same time, you were grateful she made the first step, defying her own husband in the process.

When she left, the second you closed the door, you turned to look to Jimin. He was standing close behind you, already starting to chuckle.

You shook your head, but couldn’t help your own grin, “What the hell has today been?”

“I thought that was very kind. Your mom is a very nice woman. And I’m glad I got the chance to get better acquainted with her, and she with me,” he said, inching closer to you, “After the initial awkward phase, we actually had a nice time while you were gone. You’re like her in some ways.”

Your back remained against the door as he drew even closer to you, “How so? Careful with your answer, by the way.”

His classic smirk appeared, “You’re both pretty stubborn. Neither of you are good at hiding your emotions…What else? Similar taste in clothes…”

You playfully batted at his chest, “None of those things are what a daughter wants to share with her mother.”

He brought you into his arms, “But all of those things are lovely, including the stubbornness. Strong people have a stubborn side, the good kind.”

“Mmhm,” you hummed, “Nice save.”

Then he looked down at midsection and chuckled again, “Are these pants no longer comfy?”

Rolling your eyes with a smile, you broke free and began walking back to the living room, “No, they’re fine. I just had a huge lunch today and I needed to let our poor baby breathe. I went out with the girlfriends.”

“Oh,” he was thankful for some pleasant news as he followed you, “That’s great, baby. I’m sure they were a good distraction.”

“Yeah,” you sighed, plopping down on the larger sofa and stretching out, “For a little bit anyway. Today still wasn’t the best, as you could imagine. Chaeyoung and I went to speak with Minjun, actually. Her idea, not mine.”

Jimin sat down beside you and lifted your legs onto his lap to begin a light massage of your calves, “I’m aware. He called me afterwards. I think it’s good that they are aware of her current situation. He’s going to try and contact them. If, against all odds, it turns out that they had nothing to do with the story, he may ask them to put out a statement of their own.”

“Oh…How would you feel about that?”

He looked up at the ceiling as he thought of the right words to say, “I guess I’m not sure. I want this to be cleared up. And while I’m not super comfortable with Seoyeon speaking up, if it will put out this fire, then I’ll take it. Believe me, this affects the company enough that they will do anything to disprove it.”

You nodded, placing your hands on your bump, “That was definitely made clear in the statement. In one sense, I’m glad to hear it. But it also makes me worry even more about what they will do when we have to tell the truth. Not with me, but with you.”

He smiled at you softly, “You don’t need to be concerned with that. Whatever happens can be handled. We’ve made it this far, haven’t we?”

His comfort was infectious to you, making you ease up. A gentle grin to mimic his spread across your face, “We have.”

“You and me, my love. That’s what we do. We make it through anything that gets thrown our way.”

You would have replied with some sweet thing, but that was postponed when your unborn child kicked, and you felt it against your palm. It was like a tap.

Eyes, widening, you gasped, “Jimin, come here. Quick!”

Curious, he scooted closer to you, lifting your legs off of him to allow more space. The taps kept occurring as you sat up, grabbing his hand. You swapped yours for his on your belly.

“Feel it?”

The two of you only had to wait a few seconds before the baby’s movements made another appearance. You felt it from the inside, him from the outside.

His face was pure glee, “Finally!”

“Thanks for showing up for us today,” you cooed down to your belly, “You’re becoming such a little squirmer.”

“Keep going, little one,” the father coached, “Come on, one more. Good job!”

You laughed, “All of the sudden he’s so eager to please.”

“She is eager to please.”

You sighed and looked down at your bump again, “Mommy and Daddy can’t seem to agree on whether you’re a boy or girl…We also can’t seem to pick a name for you. Or build you a nursery. Or buy you clothes and all the diapers we can get our hands on.”

Jimin chuckled as the kicking ceased, lifting your shirt so he could place a warm kiss to your bare flesh, “We will do all of that in good time.”

“Well I hate to say it, but the ‘good time’ might be now. Especially for the nursery. That will take time, which is something you don’t have a lot of.”

He smirked, sitting up, “I’ll make time. Why don’t we start taking things out of the guest room this weekend? Then you can pick a new color for the wall and I’ll get the guys to help me paint.”

You hummed in satisfaction, pulling your shirt back over your tummy, “I like the sound of that.”

"I'm glad, because I do have a tiny bit of sad news that you won’t like the sound of."

"Nothing could be worse than the bomb that was dropped on us yesterday," you said, "What is it?"

He went back to massaging your legs, "I'm afraid I won't be able to take you out on a discreet date anytime soon. Now that there's a rumor about me getting someone pregnant, I don't like the risk of showing up to even the most respectful places. You look too pregnant now, baby."

You nodded, "I know. Honestly, even if none of the Seoyeon stuff was happening, it wouldn't be a smart idea anyway."

His heart was burning with disappointment on your behalf. He remembered how important it was to you to be able to do those things, and now the opportunity had been totally squandered, for the time being. You had to go back to absolute secrecy - no exceptions.

Jimin lamented, "You know I think you deserve so much more, right baby?"

You caught the hint of shame, "I know it, Jimin."

The following day was more of the same - you went into work while Jimin stayed home.

Giving you a sense of deja-vu, Chaeyoung came into your office once again, as you were getting situated at your desk. Most days, you were happy to start your work day with a friendly chat, but the circumstances were squeezing the patience out of you.

There was something odd about her carriage this morning. She looked a smidge distraught, and fully shut the door behind her.

“Morning, Chae,” you sighed as you sat down, trying not to sound irritated, “What’s up?”

She sat in one of the smaller chairs, “Nothing, just wanted to see how you’re doing.”

You paused and looked at her directly, nerves ticking upward, “I’m fine. Why, do I look off today?”

“Other than the typical pregnancy look, no.” she said.

You smiled, “Ouch.”

“I just wanted to apologize for yesterday,” she folded her hands in her lap, “You were clearly uncomfortable going up to Management and I kind of forced you. Sorry. I shouldn’t have pressured you to stick out your neck like that.”

“Oh,” your grin grew more genuine, “Thanks for saying that. It’s alright, I promise. I guess it just felt like something I shouldn’t do. Not my business, you know?”

Chaeyoung narrowed her eyes just the slightest bit for the shortest second, before nodding along, “Honestly, a part of me felt that way too. But I wanted to do something small that could help Jimin. I guess I sort of view all the guys as friends and I hate thinking about what he’s going through right now.”

You were detecting a change in her demeanor and naturally became more cognizant of your word selection, “They aren’t our friends in the traditional way, but I see where you’re coming from. I feel for him too.”

She said nothing for a moment, causing a bundle of nerves to take root in the pit of your stomach. You just had to make it through this weird conversation, you told yourself, and then you could go about your day.

Unfortunately for you, your colleague seemed to be in a curious mood today.

Chaeyoung leaned forward a little, lowering her voice despite the door being closed, “Yes…It’s easy to tell that you care about him.”

Your stomach did a flip. You felt your face flush, which only fueled your apprehension, making you paranoid that your nerves were on fully display.

You laughed uneasily, “Is it? How so?”

“I don’t know,” she sighed, leaning in a bit more, “You just appear to enjoy your interactions with him in the studio.”

You were wiggling your ankle under your desk, “I do, actually. He’s kind and funny. Everyone feels that way about him. I mean, you can’t deny that you do.”

“No, he’s a very pleasant person to be around,” she replied, “All I’m saying is you’ve…developed an affinity for him, right?”

It was taking all of your will to summon composure, “Chae, what are you insinuating?”

She said nothing for a moment, but then she smiled, “I guess I really don’t know. I’ll leave you to it.”

Then she got up and started towards the door. You felt some relief, but there’d be a lingering dread. Now it was evident that someone at work had gotten suspicious of you and Jimin. You were eagerly waiting for her to exit the office, so you could let out a panicked sigh and let yourself react.

And then she halted, and turned back towards you.

Her face was almost in a state of a wince, taking no pleasure in any of this.

She started back towards you and plopped back into the chair, “Actually, no. I’m very sorry, Y/N, but I need to talk to you about this.”

“A-About what?” you kept up the act for as long as you could.

Chaeyoung’s expression hardened, “You know.”

Again, you spackled on a grin, “I truly have no idea.”

Then she reached across your desk to grab your hand, “You’re shaking. You can tell me. It’s okay.”

The realization that she most likely knew the truth was starting to sink in. For whatever reason and against your wishes, your eyes pricked with tears.

“I don’t know what you’re alluding to.”

Her tone softened, as if she pitied you, “You love him, Y/N.”

A tear rolled down your cheek, “I-I-”

“And he loves you,” she nearly whispered, “He’s the father of your baby. It’s okay. You don’t have to keep it from me anymore.”

Finally, you exhaled and gave up. You knew you should have kept lying, but you couldn’t help the desire to have some of this tremendous weight lifted from your shoulders.

You sniffled, wiping under your eyes, “How did you know?”

She smiled gently, “I wasn’t sure for a while. You guys do enjoy your interactions, but I was convincing myself that he’s just like that with everyone. But when I found out you’re pregnant, it clicked. Especially since you’ve never told me anything about the father.”

“Right…” you were still processing, “Please don’t tell a soul. You know what will happen.”

Sadly, she nodded, “I know. I can only assume that it’s the reason why you’re having health problems. I can’t imagine how difficult this has been for both of you. You have my word that I won’t utter a word.”

You shook your head, more tears falling, “I just told you this huge secret and you’re promising to keep it, just like that?”

She laughed lightly, “Of course. We’re friends. I want you to be well. Now we can finally talk about the fact that you’re having Park Jimin’s baby.”

You started to laugh through your tears, “Don’t say it too loud.”

“Sorry.” she lowered the volume.

“But why did you wait so long to confront me?” you asked.

She suddenly reverted back to being somewhat illusive, “Oh, I don’t know. I just got tired of you hiding it, after seeing the toll it’s taken on your health. I-I became more determined after you got sent home. I wanted you to have a friend here to, you know, vent to.”

You nodded, sniffling again as your emotions calmed, “I guess that makes sense. Thank you.”

“If you guys ever come clean,” she became more serious, “Can I trust that you won’t tell Management that I knew? They could fire me too, for knowing and not saying anything.”

“O-Of course,” you assured, “You’ve protected me all these months. I’ll protect you too. It’s the very least I can do to repay you.”

Then her face fell. You were perplexed yet again by her fluctuating moods. She crossed her arms over her torso in a self-embrace. Then she crossed her legs. It was the body language of someone who wasn’t saying everything. She was closing her body off, as if trying to conceal whatever had been left unsaid.

Nerves climbing, you tilted your head slightly, “Chae? What’s wrong? Does someone else know?”

She shook her head, looking like she wanted to sink into herself, “No, no…But there is something else I think I need to tell you.”

The suspense was holding you hostage, “What is it?”

Her emotional state escalated. She even checked to see that the door was indeed closed and locked, “I-I didn’t want to even tell you at first, but now I feel like I need to because it’s eating at me.”

Her timid energy rendered you speechless. You were at a point where you had to focus on your breathing. Your heart was racing, and you placed a hand on your chest to try to stabilize yourself.

“I did it…” Chaeyoung nearly whispered, “I’m the one who went to the press.”

You started to chuckle. It was hilarious.

“Come on,” you shook your head, “Don’t freak me out like that.”

“I did, though. I’m the source in the story,” she reiterated more calmly, “At the airport, I could tell that Seoyeon was putting the pieces together about you. It was in her eyes, and she clearly recognized that shirt she used to borrow from Jimin.”

Your gaze evolved into one of horror. She was really telling the truth.

“And then a couple weeks later, my husband told me that she’d spoken about you at their firm. She inquired about you to him, mentioning that you work with me. She was keen on asking if you were married or not. My husband told her you aren’t married and apparently that confirmed it for her.”

Your knees felt locked. Your chest was throbbing and you felt hot.

She went on, “Seoyeon isn’t trustworthy. I could feel that she was getting ready to exploit this. She was angling to go to the media herself, probably exposing you by name and perhaps even disclosing her own relationship with Jimin. It would have been crushing and so I decided to seize the initiative.”

You grew angrier, keeping your voice low, “You decided to what, do it yourself? So that you could be the one to cause all this mayhem? I-I don’t event know where to start. How could you?”

“I did it for your benefit,” she rushed, “I swear, Y/N.”

“Why did you take me through that whole song and dance about how you’ve known about us this whole time? Did you want to butter me up so I’d promise not to tell anyone about this??”

Your veins were surging with red hot blood. This was sending you over the edge, but it couldn’t be helped.

“No, of course not. Please listen.” she begged.

You shot up onto your feet and pointed to your door, warning her through clenched teeth so that you wouldn’t yell, “Leave now. I can’t bear to hear this anymore.”

She stood up too, desperately, “It was the right thing. If you could allow to me to explain, I promise you’ll see.”

You were infuriated now, your head pounding, hands shaking. You didn’t know whether to scream or burst into tears. Her actions had caused so much turmoil and damage, some of it irreparable. Because of her, there would likely always be some people who thought Jimin fathered another kid. This rumor would always be slung at him by rude commenters seeking to make a cruel dig. It would always follow him, and it would always follow you. And she, your own friend, was the culprit.

“I don’t want your…Y-Your explan…Explanation…”

Chaeyoung was remorseful and alarmed to watch you get increasingly unstable. Cheeks red, eyes slightly glassy. You swayed a little, experiencing a sensation as though you were floating off the floor. And then you collapsed onto it, losing consciousness.

“I don’t understand,” Jimin said, partially while biting on his finger, “How is this verified?”

Minjun was on the phone with him, delivering some confusing information, “I was able to speak with both of them, though she didn’t have too much to say. They are beside themselves, just like you are. They are going to call the same publication and make a joint statement, saying that the rumor is totally false and expressing their wish for this to die down. I have also ensured that there will be no mention of your previous relationship with her.”

“Wow…Sorry, this is not what I expected to hear. I was so convinced she was behind it,” he said, “She seemed troubled?”

“Very,” the manager confirmed, “She sounded as if she hadn’t gotten a lick of sleep. They also will be pursuing legal action.”

“I’m just so confused,” Jimin ran a hand through his dark hair, which was desperately in need of a trim, “Now I have literally no idea who it could have been.”

“My best guess would be that Seoyeon may have told those in her inner circle about you two. And maybe one of those people got the wrong impression.”

He hummed as he weighed the notion, “Could be. You don’t think it could be someone else at the company, do you? There would be a handful who would know that the two of us were together at one point.”

“We certainly won’t rule that out,” Minjun sighed, “But the risk for any employee of our would be too high. They’d have to be willing to put their job on the line for that.”

Jimin groaned, “None of this makes any sense…If either of those theories were true, then the individual would likely know that Seoyeon is married. And they’d have to create this story, probably knowing that it’s false. It would have to be a deliberate move. Whoever did this most likely lied, on purpose. Right?”

“I can see how that would be plausible,” the other man considered, “However, try not to deep dive into it. It’s our job to go down all the rabbit holes. The good news is, as soon as Seoyeon and Daejin release their statement, we will have gotten over the biggest hurdle. Once they dispute it, almost all of this will go away.”

Jimin was only partially listening as he concluded his sentence, his attention split by his phone buzzing. He was getting another call, but it was an unknown number. For obvious reasons, he declined to answer it.

The manager asked him, “You there?”

“Uh, yeah, sorry. Just had another random call come through.”

“No worries. I was just saying most of this will go away very soon. I’ll stay in touch.”

“Sounds good,” Jimin said, “I’d like to get back in the studio soon.”

“Within the next day or so, don’t worry,” Minjun chuckled, “Alright, take care.”

“Thanks. Bye.”

Almost as soon as he hung up, there was another incoming call. It was from Hoseok, so he accepted it with a sigh. He was probably just wanting to check in, being the good friend he was.

“Hey, Hobi.”

“Jimin,” his tone struck a different chord than anticipated, “I really don’t mean to pile onto your issues right now, but an ambulance came by the building. I’m on too high of a floor to see who was on the stretcher, but it kind of looked like a pregnant woman. Maybe you should check in on Y/N.”

It was the most unwelcome thought. A gap suddenly snapped within him, “I’ll call her right now. I have to go.”

There was no time to let Hoseok reply. He disconnected and called you immediately, heart knocking against his chest a little harder. When you didn’t pick up, the knock evolved into a batter.

Jimin called you several times over the next few minutes, each call ringing all the way through to your voicemail. That triggered even more panic, as if you were only in a meeting or something, it would have rung a couple times to be met with your rejection. The fact that it was ringing for that long each time gave the impression that you weren’t near your phone at all.

Then, a godsend, that same unknown number called him back.

Never, in any other case, would he think to answer a call from an unidentified source. This time, he felt like he had no choice.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Mr. Park. I’m calling from Seoul National University Hospital. We’ve received a Miss Y/N Y/L/N into our Emergency Unit.”

He felt like he could have been sick any moment, springing into panic mode. He hustled to get some shoes on and a jacket, “Oh my God…I-Is she alright?? What happened??”

“Her friend said she passed out at work,” the woman explained, “She has regained consciousness briefly, but has since gone back under. While you’re not her emergency contact, we were told by the friend that you should know immediately.”

He was hopeful and dreading that ‘the friend’ was Chaeyoung. He was glad to figure that you had someone who cared about you by your side, but painfully alarmed that Chaeyoung could have known to contact him. He could only imagine that it meant she suspected his involvement with you.

But that was secondary, for now. Jimin was shoving his feet into his sneakers, “I’m on my way.”

“When you arrive, make your way to the Maternity Wing. Fortunately for Y/N, her doctor is currently in the building. We are transferring her up there now.”

He barely understood. All he heard was ‘maternity wing’. His brain was moving a mile a second.

“Thank you, I’ll be there soon.”

It was impossible to hang up faster than he did. He bolted back and forth through the apartment for a few moments, forgetting his wallet and keys.

The drive to the hospital felt like hours. His mind was so clouded that it was a miracle he didn’t get into an accident. His only thoughts were of you. Even though he hadn’t been told that you were in critical condition, the woman on the phone didn’t say you were alright. He had no idea what to make of it, and that terrified him. Was the fainting spontaneous? Had you injured yourself? If you fell, could it have hurt the baby?

He parked a bit haphazardly in the lot, before storming inside. He had no mask on, no hat, no sunglasses. Totally recognizable with no room to care.

He rushed in and gave thanks to the universe that there was no one in-line. He had direct access to the receptionist, a woman who could have been close to his age.

Her wasted no time, and uttered a phrase that couldn’t have been more condemning, given the rumor that was swirling around.

“I need to find the Maternity Wing.” he said, slightly out of breath due to adrenaline.

The young woman’s eyes widened as she froze for a few seconds. It was then that Jimin became more aware of the drastic move he was making. He was standing, in a public hospital, frantic. It didn’t look good. And as soon as he made it to the right part of the building, it would do nothing to dispel his current predicament with the media.

The receptionist pulled her conduct together, “Y-Yes, you’ll want to head up to the third floor. The elevators are just around that corner over there. Once you’re off, take a right and you will see the entryway.”

The nervous wreck of a man nodded, “Thank you.”

Those behind the desk watched him as he hurried away, before gossiping amongst themselves about what had just happened.

Others in the lobby took notice of him as well, all of them too flabbergasted to even try to say anything to him. That was another gift from the universe - to not have to deal with over-excited fans in the middle of this.

Once off the elevator, he took a right as the right, just as the woman downstairs had said. When he saw the two large doors labeled with the right name, Jimin broke into a jog. He pushed open one of the doors and completed his journey to the next front desk.

More were shocked to see him there. He heard gasps and some whispering.

He made sure he kept his voice low, so hopefully no one would be able to hear your name, “I’m here for Y/N Y/L/N. I was just called.”

This woman did a better job of keeping a professional decorum, standing up, “Right, follow me please.”

Jimin couldn’t bear to look at his surroundings. He knew people were staring, and he was terrified of turning his head to see phones either taking pictures or recording him. There was no time to start to worry about the fallout. You and his little baby were somewhere on this floor, possibly hurting.

The door was opened for him. She said quietly, “Doctor Yoon will be in to check on her shortly. And don’t worry. If I have to, I will call security on anyone who may disturb your time.”

Once he caught the sight of you in that bed, his ears drowned out the sound of her voice. He wasn’t sure if he thanked her for doing him that act of kindness before the door was closed.

Chaeyoung was sitting in one of the side chairs, and suddenly Jimin’s overworked mind was split between dealing with her and his concern for you. He saw on her tear-soaked face that she knew the truth, so he didn’t bother saying anything to her.

He approached your bedside and pulled up a chair, eyes brimming with his own tears as he scanned your frame. His chest burned with hatred for what brought you to this point, your poor body filled with so much distress that it needed to give out for a while.

“She’s been in and out of sleep,” Chaeyoung said, “I’ll leave you to it.”

“Wait,” he looked up from your resting face to look at her, “How long have you known?”

She pursed her lips together before croaking, “A while. But I won’t say anything. I haven’t this far.”

He nodded slowly, “How did you get my number for them to call?”

She smiled a little, “Y/N thinks she’s been good at keeping secrets from me, including her phone password. I unlocked it and found your contact.”

Jimin inhaled slowly, and exhaled, “Thank you for your discretion. I don’t really know what else to say. You’ve looked out for her.”

Chaeyoung’s soft grin eroded, “I’ve tried, I really have.”

“When you walk out, please don’t say anything to anyone if they approach you…I fear I’ve just launched another frenzy. Worse, I don’t think I can make my way out of this one.”

The woman nodded, “I’m truly sorry.”

“Thank you, Chaeyoung.”

She seemed to float out of the room, almost in a daze. It intrigued him, but all outside thoughts flew from his mind when you began to stir.

Your eyes closed tighter for a second as you hummed, causing Jimin to wonder if you were in pain. Then they opened, taking notice of him instantly.

The man took your hand and brought it to his lips, “You scared the hell out of me. Everything’s going to be okay, sweetheart.”

“I have a headache.” you said, squinting a little, “These lights are so bright.”

Jimin breathed out a sigh of relief that you weren’t complaining of more serious pain, “I’ll turn them off.”

He rose from the chair and walked towards the door, flicking the switch to create a much dimmer atmosphere for you. It soothed your forehead and eyes right away.

“I…” your voice was small, “I don’t understand. How did you find out?”

He offered you a smile sitting back down, “Chaeyoung apparently knows your phone password and had them call me.”

“She didn’t just call you herself?” you asked, “W-Why? Did she leave? Jimin, y-you can’t be here. Were you noticed?”

He put his hand on your belly, “Yeah, she left. And I don’t know, baby. That’s not important right now.”

“But-”

“Not important,” he offered you a soft, forced smile, “Don’t waste an ounce of your energy on what people may or may not have noticed. It’s only us, our little family.”

You nodded and placed your own hand on your belly, right next to his, “Did she tell you what happened?”

“Not exactly, she just said you’ve been drifting in and out of sleep. You passed out, right?”

Tears began to form in your eyes as you prepared to tell him what you had learned, lips quivering, “Jimin-”

He leaned forward to kiss your forehead and your cheeks several times, unable to withstand the sight of you like this, “Don’t cry. I know you’re worried about the baby. They said Doctor Yoon will be here any minute to make sure you’re both alright.”

On cue, the door unlatched and Doctor Yoon walked in.

Your attentive, inwardly petrified boyfriend put on a brave smile for you, “See?”

Sensitive to your needs, the doctor left the lights off. There was enough natural light in the room to conduct her business. She had your chart on her arms, but took a minute to show cater to your emotional needs.

“I know,” she sighed, “Not the most relaxed situation. It’s okay. I’ve seen this occur more times than I can even count and all will be well.”

You and Jimin nodded, both of you worried for your little one.

“However,” Doctor Yoon sat down in her cushioned black stool, “I think we’ve reached a point where I need to start running some diagnostic tests. Given the way your blood pressure has increased, even on the meds, I want to test for preeclampsia.”

Jimin’s brain couldn’t compute what that meant. He blinked a couple times, “Sorry, for some reason I can’t remember what preeclampsia is.”

“Don’t apologize, that’s why you have a doctor,” she said, “Preeclampsia is basically just another word for persistent high blood pressure. The reason we want to check for it is because it negatively impacts the placenta, which is in charge of nourishing your baby with blood, oxygen, and food.”

Horrified, Jimin looked down at you to make sure you weren’t unraveling.

“What kinds of tests do you need to do?” you asked her.

“First of all, I want to check baby’s size. You’re at a point now where we should see baby growing quickly. If your placenta is being compromised, he or she would be a bit small for their age. Then I’ll take your blood and a urine sample, which I can have the results for in a day or two.”

The two of you continued to be situated in silence as the professional went about the room, preparing the ultrasound equipment. Jimin was holding your hand, his increasingly sweaty palm cupping your knuckle. You felt horrible that he was so clearly petrified, but was trying to hold it all together for you. It was admirable, but hard to watch.

To help him, you made a conscious effort to appear more relaxed. If you looked calm, perhaps he would feel more at ease. Exhaling on a deep breath, you let your shoulders drop.

Doctor Yoon scooted next to you, on the other side of the less than comfortable hospital bed. It was like a routine ultrasound - she had you clear some space on your bump so she could place some gel. The cool jelly was swiped in circles over your flesh in circular motions.

A few moments later, the heartbeat of your child filled the room, filling both of you with a tiny fraction of relief.

“Still sounds strong,” the woman smiled at you both, “That’s a good sign. And you don’t appear particularly swollen, which is also encouraging.”

You did your best not to sound shaky as you asked, “Does he or she seem small?”

“Let’s see…” she sighed, “At first glance, this looks like a very typical size. A tad on the small side, but that could very well be genetic, if either of you were small at birth.”

Your nervous boyfriend tried to lighten the mood, “I’m not known for being tall, so that could be on me.”

You laughed a little, making the image on the screen bounce.

Doctor Yoon kept making some clicks, “Yeah, I’m not seeing evidence of abnormal growth. Another positive sign. And I love seeing so much movement.”

“There’s been so much squirming lately.” you said.

She smiled as she turned off the machine and wiped your belly clean, “That’s what we want to see. I’ll go order those labs for you, just so we can be certain. Sit tight, you two.”

As Doctor Yoon stood, Jimin caught her attention. He took an upward stance, again putting forth the effort to sound collected, “Oh, before you walk out the door…”

The doctor tilted her head slightly, “Yes?”

“I apologize for any unwanted attention you may receive. Curious eyes.”

You had a lump in your throat and turned your head to the side, gazing at one of the gestational biology posters on the wall.

Doctor Yoon offered him reassurance, “Those folks aren’t my concern. You don’t need to worry about that.”

He resumed his place by your side, “Thank you.”

When the door shut and the two of you were alone once more, he let out a hefty sigh. His fingers traced over any remaining bits of the clear gel on your belly.

“We got over a couple hurdles at least, right little one? You look like you’ve grown to a good size, and your heart is still going strong.”

You began to tear up, “Jimin I need to tell you something.”

His first reaction to seeing you cry was to lean over and kiss your forehead. He wiped your tears away, “Shh, it’s alright. Please don’t cry, sweetheart. Whatever it is, we will work it out.”

“The reason I passed out,” you said, “Is Chaeyoung. She’s the one who went to the press.”

His body rejected the notion wholeheartedly, causing him to smirk a little, “No, that can’t be right.”

“It is,” you were deadly serious, eyes wide and alarmed, “She told me she did. She said it was to protect us, in some weird way.”

Any trace of nonchalance on Jimin’s face eroded. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to trust in such a ridiculous suggestion.

You went on, “I-I didn’t know it before, but her husband works with Seoyeon’s. Apparently she learned that Seoyeon had been trying to dig for more information about me. Remember how I told you I thought she recognized that t-shirt at the airport? I must have been right. Chaeyoung thought she was preparing to go to the media herself, and that by beating her to it with a different story, she’d be protecting us.”

He didn’t know whether to shout or spit.

“I…I-I don’t know what to…She told you this??”

You nodded, “She admitted it on her own.”

Body tense, Jimin shook his head, neck drawing downward. Now he was having to fight back his rage, on top of nerves for the wellbeing of you and his child.

He couldn’t understand. Chaeyoung had been nothing but a decent friend to you since you’d known her. Watching her be a friend to you had been a source of comfort for him - to know you at least had someone to take the heaviness off a smidge each day at work. He saw many instances of her care for you. This didn’t make sense.

“She did seem off when she left the room,” his voice sounded a little distant, “But I never could have imagined…this.”

Furious tears were flowing down your cheeks at this point, “H-How are you not angry?”

Jimin’s head snapped back up, giving you a glimpse of the tense muscles in his neck, “Don’t accuse me of that, baby. Of course I’m angry. I’m just in disbelief and I’m trying not to explode while you and our baby might be in trouble.”

“Sorry,” you sighed, “We should both try to remain calm. This is just…”

“Such a fucking betrayal.”

You gulped, “Yeah.”

Jimin inhaled through his nose, lips tightly glued together and eyes closed. When he opened them, he saw your doe-like expression. You were being put through the wringer.

“One thing at a time,” he said, though you weren’t sure if he was trying to fortify you or himself, “We will find out what’s going on with you first. I’ll deal with Chaeyoung later.”

The way the latter sentence spewed from his lips carried disgust.

The man was exasperated, face planting into his palms. His fingers rubbed over his brow in circles before running all the way down, pulling his cheeks with them. He released a quiet groan.

“I’ll deal with her,” Jimin muttered once more, “I promise.”

“It looks like we are going to be forced to deal with ourselves before we can take any action. You were probably seen out there, Jimin. I wouldn’t be surprised if there are cameras waiting to greet us when we leave this room.”

He nodded begrudgingly, placing his hand on your belly again. The child inside you tethered him to what little composure he had left.

“We’re out of time.”

The words shook you to your core, despite the fact that it wasn’t his intention. Jimin had been so stolid in front of you this entire journey. Even though you knew it to be true already, to hear him voice genuine dread was rattling.

You remained in the hospital for a while longer, most of that time spent waiting for Doctor Yoon to return to perform your labs. Thoughtfully, she knew the two of you would prefer to have her do them herself, rather than have some random nurse practitioner waltz in.

As you were getting your blood drawn, Jimin made a call to his security. By the way his side of the conversation was sounding, you could tell his guard had questions, but he was giving no direct answer. All he kept saying was that he should meet at the hospital. Jimin explained that he’d parked in the main lot and would probably need assistance with the exit. You could only imagine how confused this poor security guard was, not being given all the details. Your boyfriend was trying to protect your identity for as long as he could.

Before you were mentally ready, the labs were completed. There would be a wait period of a couple days before results would come in, and in the meantime, you were to take it easy. Until given further notice, you were officially on bed rest. And now it was time to step out into the world, and, most likely, a totally new reality.

Jimin helped you out of bed once he had received word from security. Doctor Yoon bid you farewell and offered some kind words, and then left you to it.

“Alright baby,” he sighed, “We’re going to walk out the door and keep our heads low. There may be some people pointing their phones at us and whatnot, but I don’t think they’ll ask questions. Usually when people see me in public unexpectedly, they don’t make comments. We will head straight to the elevator and my guard will meet us in the lobby. Have you met him before?”

“N-No,” you replied, “I’ve probably seen his face before though.”

“Good enough…I feel like now would be a good time to ask you if you’re ready, but that’s probably a silly question, huh?”

You nodded, keeping your tears locked behind your lower lid, “I’m definitely not ready…I’m not ready for this to be out there. To lose my job. For all of your fans to know who I am, and probably hate me.”

Jimin’s soul winced. He gently took your face into his hands, eyes bearing into your depths. His voice was soft, a little raspy, “Before we walk out there, I need you to know something.”

You hummed, holding his wrists in place to keep the comfort of his palms present.

His dark eyes glistened over, “I need you to know that you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met, inside and out. You have a creative mind and a sharp wit, and you make people around you happy. So many people rightfully adore you, baby. I adore you, desperately. I and all those others will still be around after today. You have me, your mom, my parents, the guys, the other girlfriends.”

On the verge of tears, you gave him a small grin, “Why are you saying all of this?”

He kissed your forehead, “Because I want you to know that no matter what transpires from what we are about to do, you still have a village. And I’m damn lucky to be in it.”

You smiled a little wider, but it didn’t fully run up to your eyes. Then you released his wrists from your light grasp and placed your hands on the bottom of your bump, “And we still have the most precious gift to look forward to.”

Jimin captured your lips tenderly, “We are blessed, sweetheart. Even if it doesn’t always feel that way.”

Part of you felt convicted by that. Perhaps, despite everything, you could’ve shown more gratitude for the life you had.

“I know we are,” you sighed shakily, still filled with nerves, “And I’m damn lucky to have you. I love you so much.”

He kissed you again, “I love you too. I guess we’re postponing the inevitable at this point. You okay to leave? Need another minute?”

You wanted to have an excuse to stay.

“I’m alright. We should go. The longer we wait, the more the word may spread and the more people might be anticipating.”

Jimin took your hand and started towards the door.

“W-Wait,” you stammered, “You want to be holding hands in front of them?”

The man chuckled in that special way he always did to make light of tricky circumstances.

“I suppose an upside to this situation is that we no longer have to pretend?”

A second genuine yet apprehensive smile spread minimally on your face as you held his hand a little tighter. He mirrored your expression for a moment, before turning to the door again. Both of you took a breath as he placed a hand on the door handle, pushing it down and applying pressure to open it.

The pair of you stepped out into a silent hallway. Head low, you started to wish that people were speaking. The quiet speculation was way more uncomfortable than you could have foreseen. There were whisperings as you both walked with as much discretion as possible. Camera sounds too, undoubtedly coming from people’s phones.

Your skin felt hot and your chest buzzed as you walked slightly behind your boyfriend, allowing him to guide you. This moment was beyond surreal. You were in public, openly holding hands with him. It was nothing short of a declaration. All of the sudden, you felt painfully conscious of your protruding belly.

Jimin’s heart weighed a ton in his ribcage. Though this exact situation was brand new to him, he at least had gone through familiar things more times than he could count. He’d mastered the art of keeping his face even, posture and gait normal. And he was determined to make this time no different. After all, he wasn’t ashamed of you and the baby in your womb - why would he give them the impression that you were a scandal?

The elevator ride down carried two other individuals, but they were both a bit older and seemed not to notice or care who Jimin was. When the doors slid apart at the end of the ride, unveiling a crowded lobby of people, you clenched your boyfriend's hand tighter.

His security guard, whose face was familiar but whose name escaped you, was standing right by the elevator, prepared to lead you both out to his car. He was the only other person you were willing to make eye contact with. This man was pretty tall and big, with a somewhat perplexed expression when he saw you.

This uneasy glance lasted a split second, before Jimin muttered to him with haste, "Don't worry. You'll get an explanation soon enough, along with the rest of the world."

Out of the corner of your eye, you caught some people approaching you with their phones pointed, taking photos or recording. You began to feel a little woozy again, a stint of dull nausea that would never come to fruition forming in your gut.

Too afraid to even whisper his name, you gave Jimin's hand a small tug.

He looked back at you and saw it immediately. Your eyes looked droopy - you were feeling off again.

He turned his head back to the security guard, using a low mumbling voice again, "Come on, I need to get her home. Now."

The rest of the walk to the car was a blur. You concentrated on your steps and your breath, trying to keep yourself from becoming too lightheaded. Whatever was going on around you came second.

Once out in the fresh air, it got easier to not feel as suffocated, although some people followed you guys out into the parking lot. You heard their footsteps behind you. The security guard, doing his job correctly, saw that hardly anyone was near Jimin and faltered back to stand closer to you, ensuring no one would be able to touch you.

Not soon enough, you were in his car, which thankfully had tinted windows. You were both able to release pent up puffs of air, secluded from view. For the first time throughout this experience, you looked directly at the people, since they couldn’t see you. There was a swarm of them with their rectangular devices, lenses seizing their prey.

“There are many of them…” you observed.

Jimin sighed, “Yeah, that ought to cause a stir. How do you feel? Okay?”

“I’ll be fine,” you said, “I just want to get home.”

9. "Just another day."

Author's Note: And here she is! Thank you guys for your patience! I hope it was well worth the wait. Let me know what you think will happen next:)

Chapter Warnings: light smut, pregnancy, explicit language, toxic parental relationship, mental health struggles

Taglist: @marihoneywk @amarawayne @chimmy-licious

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~2 years ago~

A snowstorm outside as Valentine's Day came to a close.

The couple laid together on the couch, bodies half-naked and strewn lazily and lovingly together. The candles around them flickered and filled the dimmed space with warm glows and a rosy aroma.

Seoyeon lifted her head from his chest and smiled, "I love you."

He was enveloped by her angelic face, "I love you too."

She hummed tracing a finger, decorated by red nail polish, over his collarbone, "Sorry, I think I may have left a bit of a mark."

Jimin chuckled and took her wrist into his gentle grasp, far too blissed out in the afterglow to care, "How dare you."

She giggled and pecked the reddish spot that she'd formed in the throes of their passion, just a little while earlier. Then her eyes seemed to be glued to that area as the warmth faded from her features, "Hey...Jiminie?"

He stroked his thumb across the inside of her wrist, "Hm?"

"What kind of future do you think we have?"

The man pushed a tuft of blondish hair from his forehead as he craned his neck upward to look at her siren eyes. He wore a slight grin, though it was one of confusion. Then he brought her hand up to his lips and kissed her knuckles, "What's wrong? Why this all of the sudden?"

"Nothing's wrong," she smirked, "Just wondering."

Jimin smirked as she traced an index finger, decorated with a shiny red nail, along his pecs. Her beauty affirmed that he’d chosen the proper nickname for her- ‘angel’.

“Well,” he sighed contently, letting his head rest back once more so he could gaze up at the ceiling, “I’ve learned that one can never truly ascertain the future, but I do see you in it.”

Seoyeon’s smile grew, “I know you, Park Jimin. You can ascertain the future. You of all people can. Anything that you have ever put your mind and will towards, you have achieved.”

He hummed, “Sometimes I question if I can credit my dedication, or if this was all simply fate. I can’t deny the hand that luck has played in my life. Maybe luck is just another word for fate.”

She shifted her weight on him, kissing his collarbone again, “A little bit of both, then.”

Jimin closed his eyes, “Yeah, both.”

The giggle was as serene as wind chimes, “Hey, don’t doze off now. You never really answered my question.”

“I did, angel.” he chuckled.

“Nuh-uh,” she teased, “All you said was that ‘you see me in it’. That’s a non-answer. Come on, don’t you ever want to…you know, settle down?”

This has always been a challenging topic for him.

Jimin grinned, letting out another sleepy sigh, “I would never be able to settle, in the same way others could. Sometimes I fear it’s literally impossible at this point. But yes, you know that I’d want to, somewhere deep down.”

The woman could have asked him if he saw himself settling down with her. They had been dating for about half a year, and he’d expressed how different this relationship was for him. How it was the first time he felt so serious about someone. But for now, she was enjoying the surface-level inquiries.

She smirked, laying both palms flat on his bare chest and placing her chin on her straightened fingers, “Kids?”

“Of course,” he laughed, “I melt when I see kids. One of our stylists, Chaeyoung, has twins. She’s brought them into work a couple times and they totally break my focus.”

“You’re good with kids.” she said.

“How do you know? You’ve never seen me around any.”

“I feel like it’s just a universally-known fact about you.”

Jimin’s lips upturned further as he closed his eyes again, “Out of all the lore there is about me out there, that one is probably the most accurate.”

“What’s the least inaccurate?” she asked.

He released another chuckle. Seoyeon was filled with this ever-curious fire. He loved that about her. She made it a priority to truly know everyone in her life, to know them to the depths of their souls.

“That I’m just this all-benevolent being,” his features contorted into a grimace, “People imagine me to be a saint or something. Park Jimin, the nice one. He doesn’t have a bad bone in his body. Only I do. I have plenty.”

Seoyeon caressed his jaw, “Why complain about that? You’re loved. People think you’re a good person, because you are.”

“With no room for mistakes,” Jimin corrected her, and pleasure on his face disappearing, “No room to get angry, or say something unkind. Or just do something stupid. I’m grateful that so many people see me as good, and I want to be a role model in that way, but sometimes it makes me feel like I’m not allowed to do those human things. And it makes me feel that much more guilty when I do.”

“I can understand that.” she shrugged, trying to keep the mood light, “Do you feel guilty about being with me?”

“What? No, angel. Why would you think that?”

Seoyeon giggled again, “Because dating is another ‘human thing’ that’s frowned upon in your world. Do you regret me?”

Her face was mere inches away from his. Jimin’s handsome smirk returned as he brought her forward, closing the gap between their lips. Both of them still tasted like champagne.

“I don’t regret you, Seoyeon. Never.”

When she pulled away, she took notice of the snow fluttering down outside the window. With a groan, she collapsed back onto her boyfriend’s chest.

“Ugh, it’s a blizzard out there.”

He laughed, petting her hair, “You clearly aren’t keen on snow.”

“I hate it.”

“I don’t,” he grinned lazily, “It’s sort of calming. Like watching a snow globe.”

She replied, “It’s only calming if you’re not out in it, freezing your ass off. And it makes the roads terrible.”

“True, but sometimes that works in our favor, hm?” he raised a brow, “Don’t you want to stay a while longer, angel? See what else we can get up to?”

The woman giggled with naughtiness, “I might be interested in that proposition.”

The two entered into a deep kiss, him wrapping his arms around her torso, which was clothed by his old white t-shirt, with some signs of wear scattered throughout it. She was wearing nothing else. With a squeeze of her rear, they were back on their most prized sensual path.

~Present day~

You felt numb. To your own surprise, there was a lack of any gut-punch reaction. You were frozen, unable to let the weight of the situation in. It would be too much for your delicate constitution to handle.

“Are you?”

The question rolled off your tongue as your eyes performed a distant stare at the floor. You didn’t mean it - not for one second did you truly suspect this awful insinuation could be authentic. It just came out,

“What?” Jimin was horrified, even hurt, “No, baby. Of course I’m not the father. How could you even ask me that?”

The pain omitted snapped you back into reality. You squeezed your eyes shut and shook the thought out of your head, hands gripping your knees, “Ugh, I’m so sorry. I know you’re not. I-I don’t know why I said that. I just don’t know what else to do or say right now. I think I’m in shock or something.”

He realized that now wasn’t the time for conflict. The two of you needed to be more united than ever.

He scooted closer to you and brought you into his arms, “It’s okay. I’m in shock too. This is big…really big. In a few hours more people will be awake and it’s going to blow up.”

The room went quiet as you both imagined the horror show that was to come.

“Who do you think did this?” you finally uttered.

Jimin lurched forward, elbows on his knees and a disgruntled face in his palms, “Let’s not talk about that right now. It makes me picture a massive lawsuit and my mind just can’t go there.”

You put a hand on his back and rubbed slowly, “We will take it one thing at a time. What’s the next best thing to do?”

“I’m gonna call Namjoon back,” he said, voice trepid and a million miles away, “He will know what to do.”

You didn’t remark on the irony of that - it was a welcome turn of events. It brought you a full relief that Jimin hadn’t forgotten his deeper friendship with him, despite everything that had transpired.

You nodded and he resumed activity with his phone, tapping the glowing screen a couple times before putting the sound on speaker. He figured you might as well be a part of the conversation.

You heard the tone ring only once before Namjoon answered.

“Hey.” Namjoon said, voice sunken and gentle.

“Hey,” your tired and sullen boyfriend answered, “Y/N’s here too.”

“Y/N…” he sighed, “I…I am truly sorry.”

“It’s alright,” you feigned a shred of optimism, “We will figure this out and it will be fine.”

“I share the sentiment, but you both should prepare yourselves. Jimin, you need to expect to hear from management any minute. They will undoubtedly question you, and you need to know how you will respond.”

“What is there to say?” Jimin huffed, “This article is bullshit. That’s my response.”

“I know you’re angry, but if we are being honest, the story isn’t totally false. You are expecting a baby. They just got the woman wrong.”

“He’s right,” you said, staring into your lap, “We need to decide if we’re going to come forward to them now, rather than sticking to our original plan.”

His head lulled back as he gazed up at the ceiling, controlling a deep breath. Then he bit the inside of his cheek as he thought.

He began to shake his head slightly, “No…No, we can’t. It’ll be too much.”

You let your shoulders fall, “It’s going to be a lot regardless of what we do. Maybe it doesn’t matter now. I mean, I’m going to get fired at some point.”

“I’m not putting you through that,” his tone became stern as he took your hand, “Your health, the baby’s. No way.”

Namjoon was silent on the other end. This was between the two of you. Meanwhile, you were giving Jimin a pleading expression.

He squeezed your hand, eyes hardening, “No, sweetheart. Regardless of what happens with your job, you’re in a delicate condition right now. I’m not unleashing undue turmoil on you.”

“But if you don’t come clean now, don’t you think you’ll be punished once they learn the truth? You might as well take the opportunity.”

He fell silent.

Namjoon spoke up reluctantly, “She may have a point. The company could seriously reprimand you.”

“Let them reprimand me,” he threw his other hand in the air in exasperation, “Whatever blowback they give me will be better than having your health take another hit.”

“Even if they release you from your contract?” Namjoon posed.

Your stomach did a flip. It seemed impossible. The company would have to be crazy to do away with talent like Jimin. The rest of the boys would never allow it. Still, the notion sowed a horrible feeling within.

“Yes, I suppose so,” He muttered, "Though I find that highly unlikely. But if that's the worst they could do, then I guess I should be prepared for it."

You were thankful it was a Sunday. Though all of the members usually worked at least a little bit on weekends, this granted them the option to come over to yours and Jimin’s place. It felt like a team huddle, all of them gathered in the living room to discuss the potential fallout of this bomb that had been dropped. It was almost noon, and surprisingly, there had been no call from Management thus far. You had both showered since the morning, hoping it would help you feel a sense of calm or normalcy, but to no avail.

Taehyung had the forethought to bring food for everyone, just in case the two of you were too shellshocked to remind yourselves to eat. Jin was sitting on the other side of Jimin, arm around him as he took a second to force himself to eat the noodles in front of him.

The group was silent. No one knew what to say. You felt as though they were waiting for one of you to start the conversation.

Wanting your love to continue to nourish himself, you spoke up first, “There’s no good place to start, but maybe we should figure out what the immediate next steps are.”

“It should be whatever you two decide,” Yoongi replied instantly and unabashedly, “This affects you guys the most.”

“I hate to say it, but I disagree,” you sighed, “If we tell the company the truth right now, they could punish Jimin. And that in turn punishes each of you.”

Namjoon added in his own opinion, “Even so, we can’t play a role in this choice, Y/N. You’re kind for wanting to consider us, but it’s an intimate decision between you and Jimin.”

Jimin chewed and chuckled. You couldn’t tell if he was feeling slap-happy from the whirlwind or if he was irritated with Namjoon yet again.

Shaking his head, he asked, “Then why are you all here?”

“To support you guys,” Hoseok inserted, “And to help you talk things through.”

Jimin hummed and then handed you the bowl of noodles, practically shoving it into your lap and ignoring Hoseok’s comment entirely, “Sorry. I didn’t realize you hadn’t eaten.”

“I’m not hun-”

He gave you a look, “Eat, baby. For me?”

You sighed and picked up the utensils.

The father of your child reclined into the couch, hands gliding up across his face and into his hair, “I still don’t think it’s a good idea to tell the company the full reality of the situation right now. I know this might put me at risk of heavier consequences later on, but it shouldn’t matter. The whole point of waiting until after the birth was for Y/N and the baby’s wellbeing. Those factors still exist here, so I don’t see any reason in changing the plan, even with this.”

You swallowed the first bite of food you’d taken all day, “I know that, but I don’t want the company to do something drastic when they inevitably find out that you lied to them. Other idols have been let go for things far milder.”

Yoongi had to laugh a little, catching the group’s attention. He then pulled it together, “Sorry, I know none of this is funny. But they wouldn’t dream of letting him go.”

“I second that. It’s not exactly the smartest business move, letting go of one of your top talents.” Jungkook affirmed.

Jin nodded, “And I think they know BTS well enough to know that if he left, we’d all go with him.”

Jimin cracked a small smile, telling you that he believed their words. You decided to believe them too. Within a moment, his features settled back into a relaxed state as he looked at the group.

“I love you guys. I can’t tell you what that means to me.”

As his heart swelled with gratitude, yours followed. You had a support system, and it clicked that your child had these six as uncles.

“You would stand by any one of us.” Hoseok planted his words with conviction.

Then his eyes fell upon you, “This choice is half yours to make. What do you think?”

“I don’t know…” you replied, “I’m hesitant to ask you to lie. And perhaps selfishly I’d rather get it all over with now. Maybe I could handle it better than you think.”

The man beside you closed his eyes. Here you went again. It was more of a worry than an annoyance, but a type of irritation nonetheless.

It wasn’t his intention to stir your emotions, but something about his reaction did. You began to crack under this enormous weight, having managed to remain relatively calm throughout the morning.

“We’ve been through this before,” he said, “And you’re brave for considering that, I credit you. But I don’t see it going well.”

You became choked up, a sore tightness in your throat, straining your vocal cords, “It’s already not going well, and that’s precisely why I want to get it over with. It’s already t-too much…A-And now the world will think my boyfriend fathered a different child. I want it over. I want it to be done. I can’t do this anymore…”

To hear and see such defeat coming from you pierced Jimin's tender heart. You'd been acting so strong for too long.

The rest of the group shared a moment of grief for you. You were a woman to be pitied, as they could relate to your desperation. Their lives had been filled with that feeling for the better part of their youths - wishing there could be relief from the madness. The only difference was they sought it out, having desired to have the careers they did. All you did was fall in love with someone in their ranks, and it earned you a similar bitter predicament.

In none was this feeling of pity more prominent than Namjoon.

Jimin saw your hand shaking as you held the utensils. Worried, he scooted closer to you, taking the bowl of noodles from your lap and releasing your grip on the sticks. He placed them on the coffee table, "I know, baby. That's what I want too. But it won't just go away after we come forward. I feel like I intimidate you whenever I say that, but it's true. Telling the company now wouldn't equate to some magic fix. And I want to protect you while you're in this state. You deserve that."

You let out a quiet sob, putting your hand over your mouth. You shook your head, "Think of what you're asking me to do, Jimin.”

He brought you into his arms, your head resting on one of his pecs, “I’m asking you to hang on with me, just a little longer.”

Tears started to roll down your face, as you caved into his comfort, “It’s not just a little longer. I-It’s like four months. Four months of the same old secrets and now add a ton of speculation. I-I don’t know if I can.”

He didn’t care to refute you or continue to push his own opinion. All Jimin cared about was getting you to relax.

He kissed the top of your head as he rubbed your arm, “It’s going to be-”

Then his phone went off, driving an open abyss through his gut. He didn't know who it was, but he knew that it had to do with the situation. It was only just beginning.

Inhaling deeply, he exhaled with a hitched tone, “It’s them.”

“You don’t have to answer right now.” Jin remarked.

Jimin shifted on the couch, “If I let it go, they will only keep calling.”

Yoongi huffed, “You have the right to think about what you want to tell them first. They can wait.”

You stared at the floor, zoning out as the men deliberated. Their voices didn’t register as words any longer. Your mind tuned out the world, leaving you alone with your thoughts. For a fleeting instance, there was some peace.

A blessing, your conscience filled with thoughts of your baby. How you felt more attached to him or her every day, how you wanted him or her to be well. You thought about every time Jimin put his hand on your belly, speaking the most adoring words to the infant within.

Your own fears didn’t need to matter anymore. They couldn’t, not when you’d been given this precious gift. You were responsible for the wellbeing of this child. You were a mother. And you weren’t going to let anything harm the life you were carrying, even if it meant you had to endure for a while longer. You just had to keep the faith that it would be worth it in the end, to see this pregnancy through without causing further distress to your own body and in turn, your baby’s.

Quietly, you said, “Tell them none of it is true.”

The guys stopped their conversation. Jimin leaned closer to you, “What did you say?”

You looked into his eyes, “Answer it, and tell them none of it is true. We will wait as planned.”

Though curious as to why you’d suddenly flipped positions, he pressed the green button and put the phone on speaker. He held a finger up to his lips, asking everyone to be silent.

“Jimin.” a voice greeted him. By the deeper register, you knew it was the one named Minjun. He sounded stern, but not quite furious.

“Minjun,” he replied, “I can’t say I’m glad to hear from you in this case.”

The man on the other end sighed, “Yes, I understand. I would ask if now is a good time, but I think we both know this conversation needs to happen now.”

You were holding your breath. Taehyung saw your anxiety building and he took the initiative to make his way over to you. He sat on the arm of the sofa quietly, placing a warm, comforting hand on your shoulder. You glanced up at him and he gave you a reassuring nod.

“Yes,” Jimin replied, “I’m glad you called. It’s been a rough morning. I want to answer your first question and say that…”

He looked at you, firming his resolve and taking your hand, “That this article is absolutely false. There is no truth to any of it.”

As soon as he said it, you slowly released your air.

Minjun sort of chuckled, “That’s quite a relief. Candidly, I was the slightest bit nervous that it was true, given your history with this woman. But my better judgement told me there was no way you would have gotten back together with her, let alone be careless enough to…you know.”

You felt a twinge of shame. He squeezed your hand.

“It’s outrageous,” Jimin said, “I want it disputed immediately. We can’t have people believing this lie.”

“Trust me, we’re on it. Now that we’ve heard it from you, we can draft a statement.”

He nodded, half focused on your demeanor, “Thank you.”

Minjun added, “Another thing is they don’t name a source. If it was Dispatch, we would have been contacted for a comment at the very least. They are good about giving us a heads up about rumors and asking for comment. This publication did nothing of the sort. And the article states that this individual is a ‘self-proclaimed close source.’”

“Right…” Jimin ran a frustrated hand through his hair, “Do we think that holds any water?”

“Unfortunately, it makes me fear that Seoyeon herself is behind this.”

You watched others in the group roll their eyes and look at one another in a united loathing. You could only look into your lap, for some reason finding it difficult to partake in the despising of her. After all, you’d met her. She showed you charity when you needed it. And she was a married woman, and a mother-to-be just like you.

Your boyfriend visibly winged, “I didn’t want to believe it, but I feel like you’re right.”

It didn’t make sense. She had a husband. If she truly wanted to throw a false rumor out there, why would she decide on one that could be so easily debunked?

You contemplated every detail of the conversation you’d had with her at that airport. Recalled was a flashback to her curiously staring at your t-shirt.

Jimin’s t-shirt, the one you borrowed. With a distinctive tear on its right sleeve.

Then something she said came back to you, her reply to you saying that the two of you seemed to have a lot in common:

“We do.”

But it wasn’t just that - it was the look on her face when she said it. The cadence she used.

Minju replied to him, “I feel that her refusal to name herself actually adds legitimacy to this story. No one would believe her if she was named as the source. Too many would think she was attention-seeking.”

He was right about that. You were horrified, and it showed. The other members were no longer paying attention to the phone call, but rather to you. Your body was subconsciously rocking as you were locked inside your own head. You could hardly feel it, but Taehyung was gently nudging you, trying to get your eyes to look at him.

Instead, you slowly rose from the couch with a lost gaze, before lumbering away. You crossed your arms, rubbing your upper arms as a way to self-soothe. One hand was brought up to your lips, so you could bite down on your thumb.

Jimin pleaded with his eyes for one of them to go after you, to make sure you were alright. Taehyung and Jin seemed to volunteer themselves, getting up to quietly follow you as you drifted into the kitchen.

You halted at the sink so you could get yourself a glass of water. You gulped it down as the two men waited for you, glancing at each other in confusion.

“What is it?” Jin asked, keeping his volume low, “Do you feel okay?”

“Fine,” your voice was a thousand miles away, “I’m just remembered what she-…I mean, I think she knew who I was…”

“Who, Seoyeon?”

You set the glass down on the counter, nodding slowly, “Yes, at the airport. I think she put it together…She knows I’m not just one of your stylists.”

Taehyung wanted to keep your thinking positive, “I doubt that, Y/N. From what you told us, it sounded like she was totally oblivious.”

You looked at him and found it somewhere within yourself to grin, appreciative of his care for you, “Thanks, but no. I remembered some more things. And now that all of this has happened, I believe it was her…because she knows about me.”

Just then, you heard Jimin bid the manager farewell, “Sounds good, Minjun. I appreciate your help…Yes, we will touch base later today. Thanks…Bye.”

You needed to tell him what you remembered. As you made your way out of the kitchen, Taehyung and Jin followed you. It was obvious that your concerned boyfriend was already coming to check on you.

He searched your face, “Good?”

You nodded with a bit of a shrug, “Mostly, but I think there’s something you should know. Well, all of you should know I guess.”

You walked further into the living room, but refused to take a seat this time. Rather, you ended up standing behind the couch, gripping at the back frame of it. Your distended abdomen rested on top of it.

“Okay,” you sighed, “I know I told all of you that when I met Seoyeon at the airport, that she didn’t know about us. Um, I-I think I might have been wrong about that.”

“Wait, what?” Jungkook’s head snapped in your direction.

Hoseok shot up, “You’ve got to be kidding.”

Jimin stepped closer to you, his eyes consumed with a concoction of trepidation and rage, “How is that possible?”

You closed your eyes as you drew in a calming breath, and then let it out, “I was wearing your old t-shirt. The white one, with a few rips and holes. She looked at it multiple times throughout our conversation.”

The man’s spirits fell. He knew exactly which piece of clothing you were talking about, and he knew that Seoyeon would have been able to recognize it - she’d worn it often when the two were together.

“Shit…” he raised his hands and set them behind his head.

“And then she said we had a lot in common,” you practically winced as you delivered the news, “She knows.”

An unruly side of him desperately yearned to punch a hole in the wall, break something. Throw a chair. Without realizing, his intake of breath evolved into something harsh, eyesight bleary with fury.

Jimin looked at you. You seemed worried for him, nervous for his reaction. Eyes darting to the others, he saw the same in them. Everyone was expecting him to blow up.

“Th-This makes no fucking sense," his voice elevated itself, "If she knows you're carrying my child, why wouldn't she just tell the press the truth? That would be greater revenge than telling them something that could be so easily disproven."

"Maybe not," said Yoongi, "This is the perfect way for her to get what she's always wanted - fame. And she's doing it by tearing you down. She probably figured this would force the two of you to go public. I mean, it's kind of a brilliant plan. It wouldn't surprise me if she makes her own statement soon, telling the world that you and her were, in fact, together at one point. She gets her name out there, tied to you forever. And she gets to satisfy the jealousy she probably feels about you, Y/N."

Jimin sank onto one of the armchairs, gripping his knees, "This woman is my greatest regret."

It was the evening. The guys had gone home. The two of you had heard from his parents, but not from yours. You should have expected as much, but it was ironic. This could have been their big chance to call you and try to tell you that they told you so. At least his mother and father were supportive, assuring you both that it would be alright in the end.

Dinner was fairly quiet between you. Neither of you felt hungry, but were eating anyway out of necessity.

“I really dread going into work tomorrow.” you mumbled.

“Don’t,” Jimin said after swallowing a bite of chicken, “No one knows you have any involvement. It’s me who should dread it, which is why I think it would be best if I stay put for a few days. Lay low.”

“Did Minjun suggest that?” you asked.

“Not yet,” he said, checking the time once again, waiting to be called back, “But I guarantee that will be part of the strategy. And I think we should both stay the hell off social media for a bit.”

You made a pact not to go online. You knew the media storm was currently enormous. Earlier in the day, you’d accidentally caught wind of a news segment on the television. It was officially headline news, and both of you could preserve a piece of your sanity by avoiding it like the plague.

“Agreed.” you replied.

There was about bout of silence in the air as you ate. The small fluttering in your belly were able to provide some comfort.

“Baby?” Jimin prompted.

“Hm?”

“What made you change your mind earlier today? You were so adamant about coming clean now that you became emotional. What changed?”

As was uncommon that day, you began to smile a little, “I had a moment of clarity. Honestly, I still don’t know how to navigate this, but I thought about the baby. And I had a similar feeling that I’ve had a couple times over the past few months…that I really have no choice. I’m a mom who needs to keep her child safe. I can’t knowingly put my baby in harm’s way.”

He smiled softly in response, “A protective mother.”

You giggled lightly, “You’re one to talk. Quite the protective father. And boyfriend.”

“I don’t have a choice either. I love you both. Forever.”

You were captivated by the declaration. He said something like it the night before, when he tipsily called you the love of his life. You wondered if he was serious. You dared not to get your hopes up with what that might imply.

“Jimin-”

The ring of his phone interrupted you. He turned it over, “Ah, it’s Minjun. Can it wait, baby?”

You feigned a smile, “Of course it can wait. That’s much more important anyway. Take it.”

He stood up and began to walk away, putting the phone to his ear, “Hey…Yeah, I can talk.”

You breathed out a sigh and finished your meal as your boyfriend went into the spare bedroom, which would eventually need to be turned into a nursery, but you couldn’t bear another thing in your head at the moment.

Craning your neck forward, you could see that Jimin had finished his dinner. You decided to clean up, taking hold of both of your plates.

Once you loaded up and started the dishwasher, you wanted to slip into your pajamas and get some sleep. Padding toward the master bedroom, you passed the spare. His muffled voice could be heard as you went by.

Though it could barely be made out, you thought you heard him say, “Yes, I planned on it.”

Your poor mind was too stretched to care to dig into it. Besides, you trusted Jimin implicitly to do the right thing in this predicament.

It felt odd going to work the next day, while he remained home. It was as if he was on house arrest.

“Okay, I’m heading out,” you said to him, grabbing your keys, “Is the statement still being posted today?”

“As far as I know, that’s still the plan. Probably by noon.” Jimin replied.

You nodded, standing close to him.

“It’s just another day, sweetheart.” he told you as he kissed you goodbye.

You nodded once more, “Just another day.”

His hands found your belly, as they always did, “Remember why we did it this way.”

You smiled a little, not because you were happy, but to assure him that you’d be alright to manage your stress, “I know. And before you ask, yes, I took my meds.”

“Good. Now go be great at your job,” he said, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You walked out the door after a short kiss, opening a chasm in Jimin’s world. Suddenly his chest was heavy, and he finally allowed himself to break. His frame sloped down to the floor as he unleashed a sob.

When you walked into the office that morning, you could sense the gossip floating in the air. The place was abuzz, small talk between colleagues dealing with one topic only - or so it felt.

As you feared, Chaeyoung came right up to you as you were entering your office. You hadn’t even set your bag down.

Having previously wanted to fake your interest, you now discovered that you couldn’t do it. So, all you said to her was, “Good morning.”

You were expecting her to start gabbing about the article. It was coming, and you braced yourself for it.

“Morning,” she sighed, “How are you?”

Perhaps not.

“I’m, uh, good,” you grinned as you sat down, opening your laptop, “How are you?”

“Fine,” her fingered traced along your desk, “Exhausted. Couldn’t sleep much this weekend.”

You nodded a few times, “I’m tired too. Um…H-Have you seen that story?”

She seemed to perk up a bit, “Yeah, I feel horrible for Jimin. Personally, I don’t believe it. I mean, we saw her a few weeks ago. She’s married and all. I think maybe we should go up to Management today.”

You furrowed your brows, “Why? I don’t want to get involved in any way.”

“I think we need to let them know that she has a husband. And that when we saw her at the airport, she mentioned nothing about Jimin. Maybe it could help them falsify the story.”

You blinked, “You’re the one who told them we met her in the first place. You didn’t mention she was married?”

“Well, no,” she shrugged, “That wasn’t a relevant detail at the time.”

“Could you go alone? I have things I’m behind on.”

“I know, I’m sorry. But I think it would solidify it for them if there were multiple witnesses.”

You sighed, unable to believe that you were really about to do this, “Alright, just give me a while to get settled.”

She left you alone to get your day started, unbeknownst to the fact that you weren't going to be able to focus on anything. You responded to some emails absentmindedly and started to review some updates for the tour.

Closer to ten in the morning, you were at a good stopping point in your work. You picked up Chaeyoung from her desk and the two of you headed up, hoping this wouldn't take long.

In the elevator, you felt slightly unsteady. Leaning against the back wall of the box, you cradled your belly, which contained those fluttery movements regularly now. Chaeyoung operated the elevator, pressing the correct button. No one else caught the carriage at the same time you did, so you were alone with her.

She smiled at you softly, "You're looking really cute these days, by the way."

You glanced at your bump and then back at her, "Oh, thank you."

"You make me miss being pregnant, which I never thought would happen honestly. But ugh, those little kicks. The hiccups. I miss feeling those things...and I had two of them in me."

You laughed, "I gotta say, I have no idea how you managed that."

"Me neither," she smirked, crossing her arms, "By the time I was at the stage you're in, I looked like I was eight months pregnant. Waddling everywhere. People would ask me when I was due, anticipating that it would be extremely soon. And then I'd tell them I was only halfway through, and oh my - the looks on their faces. Priceless."

You giggled as the elevator opened to the right floor. The pair of you exited the box and walked in the wide hallway. Their offices were behind a large double glass door.

Chaeyoung took the lead when you came upon the front desk, saying to the secretary with a low volume, "Hi. We don't have an appointment, but we work in the Styling Department and we think we might have some information that could be useful."

"Useful?" the woman asked.

Your colleague leaned forward some more, "Yes. You know...about what's going on?"

"Oh, this concerns that?"

Both of you nodded.

"I see," she said, picking up her phone, to dial one of the managers, "Give me one moment."

As she notified someone, you looked around this ultra-polished and modern space. The boys' pictures were around, as well as some of their awards. Some of them made you chuckle to yourself, as you saw much younger versions of them all. Adolescent fat still on their faces, their progression through the years, and through a multitude of hair colors.

The secretary smiled at you both, "You're both in luck. Minjun has a few minutes to see you now."

Perfect, you thought. Minjun.

You were escorted back into the manager's beautiful workspace. He was dressed in a nice white button-down with a navy blue jacket, sitting at his huge desk.

"Ladies," he offered you both a very polite expression as he stood, "Please come in. Forgive me, but I don't believe I'm familiar with your names?"

"Thank you, sir. I'm Chaeyoung, and this is my coworker, Y/N. You may recall a couple of stylists met Seoyeon by accident, at the airport. That was us."

"Ah, yes. I remember. Pleased to meet you both," he said, "Please sit."

As you sat, you thought you should speak up, "We won't take much of your time, sir, given the gravity of the situation I'm sure you're extremely busy. But we have some information that we'd like you to know."

The man nodded in a friendly manner, sitting back behind his desk and crossing one leg over his knee, "Alright, you have my attention."

Chaeyoung continued where you left off, "I have been assigned to BTS long enough to recall Jimin's, um...history with this woman. Seoyeon is in fact pregnant, but she's a married woman now."

Minjun raised his brows, "Is that so?"

"Yes," you confirmed, "While speaking with her, she mentioned her husband. And I do remember seeing a ring on her finger. He's the CEO of some big firm here in Seoul."

The man leaned forward, intrigued and grateful for this revelation, "Do you know which firm or his name?"

"His name is Li Daejin," Chaeyoung answered, catching you totally off-guard, "The firm's name is-"

"Gravitas," Minjun finished for her, "I'm familiar with his name and his company. He is an affluent man indeed. This will work in our favor. A man like that won't accept a false rumor about his wife running rampant. I will get in touch with him immediately. Thank you ladies. You're free to leave."

You were dumbfounded at your friend, begrudgingly following behind her as you bid the manager a good day and left. Once you were out of the office entirely, you caught up to her and whispered harshly, "You knew this the entire time??"

Chaeyoung kept walking like nothing was wrong, "Sorry, yes I did. My husband works for him."

"It's fine..." you mumbled, rounding a corner to get back to the elevator, "I'm just confused. When you first told me about her, you acted as if you didn't know who this big CEO was. Why?"

She let out a big sigh, eyes filled with remorse, "I'm sorry for the white lie. At the time, I just didn't feel like it was right to divulge any more information. I mean, I was gossiping when I knew I shouldn't, and I don't know..."

You nodded slowly, despite your doubts. It didn't make sense to you.

"Alright then."

As you were about to come upon the elevator, you caught a glimpse of Namjoon. Chatting on his phone, he was looking directly at you. Uncomfortable as it was, you gave him a look, causing him to start making his way to you.

He hung up with whoever he was talking to and approached you both, “Hey guys. Y/N, I’m glad I ran into you. We have a couple of pieces that we sort of roughed up during a dress rehearsal last week. Jungkook’s vest, a pair of pants I think. You’re the best at fixing them, so could you follow me so I can pass them off to you?”

You were stupefied, “Um…”

You looked at Chaeyoung to make sure she was alright with it. She nodded at you.

You turned back to Namjoon, “Y-Yeah, sure.”

“Thanks,” he smiled, “I’ll have her back down in Styling in a few minutes, Chae.”

Before you knew what happened, you were walking away with him. The leader of the group mumbled to you, “We’ll make sure no one is looking and pop into my studio.”

You nodded, “Nice cover story, I suppose.”

“I actually do have Jungkook’s vest. He never remembers to tell you guys when he rips something.”

In the midst of the confusion, you found it in yourself to laugh a little.

Namjoon checked the surrounding area casually when you came upon the door that you presumed to be his studio. Then he hurried you inside, pushing you a bit.

Locking the door, he let out a breath, “Please tell me you weren’t just coming from Management.”

Timid, you confirmed it, “I was. Chae thought it would be a good idea to let someone know that Seoyeon is married. Ironically, we ended up speaking with Minjun.”

He put a hand to his chest, tall posture slouching a bit, “Oh thank God. I thought the worst.”

You felt painfully awkward, “She apparently knew Seoyeon’s husband this whole time. Her own husband works for him. Weird, right?”

He chewed the inside of his lip for a moment, arms crossed over his pecs, “That’s a little strange. But it was very smart to hand that tidbit over to them. It will help them dispel this bullshit rumor and get things back to normal sooner.”

“I hope so.”

A cumbersome silence took hold in the room. It lingered for a long moment, both of you looking at anything except each other.

The man cleared his throat, “I sorry about all of this…”

You tried to muster a grin, but it was pathetic, “I am too, but it will get cleared up and things will resolve themselves in time. That’s what I’m telling myself anyway.”

“No, I mean about everything before that,” he said, “For the things I did and said. I’ve been so wrong about you.”

“You don’t need to do this,” you said, unable to meet his eye, “It’s alright.”

Namjoon shook his head, genuine in his tone,“It’s the furthest thing from alright. I’ve said awful, slanderous things regarding you and your relationship with Jimin. I’m ashamed by my words. And I can’t help but feel like I’ve played a role in your blood pressure issue. The stress I’ve caused you and Jimin…I know it’s not the sole reason, but it contributed.”

He paused for a moment, looking around the room with a tight jaw in discomfort, “I’m in disbelief of myself. For so long I was opposition of the best thing in my brother’s life. And I refused to celebrate something so wonderful. I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

You stepped closer to him, “I always felt that you were adjust trying to protect him. Now I can see exactly what you were trying to protect him from. I’m glad he has a friend like you, Namjoon. Deep down, I know he would agree.”

“How? I’ve been such a dick.”

You chuckled lightly, “You know, yesterday morning, when we found out about this whole blunder, the sound of his panic woke me up. He was on the phone with you, and he was asking you what he should do. In a crisis, you showed up for him, and he looked to you for guidance. That’s because in his heart of hearts, he still knows you look out for him.”

“Huh…” he replied, “I never thought about that.”

You maintained a soft smile, “Now hand me Jungkook’s damn vest.”

Namjoon snickered as he turned and retrieved the article of clothing from some shelf, “Here. Thanks, Y/N.”

“You’re welcome,” you said, starting to leave the room, “And maybe try telling Jimin what you just told me. I think he needs to hear that more than I do.”

"Looks good."

Jimin was at the dining room table with his laptop open, reviewing the draft. His phone was on the table, set on speaker with Minjun on the other end.

"It will help quell the fray,” the manager assured him, “If we wait much longer, the fire will only spread and rumors keep developing. This will contain it.”

“Yeah,” he chewed on his knuckle, “It will help.”

“Chin up,” Minjun said, “It will be resolved, let me assure you. Especially now that we have an extra piece to the puzzle. A little bit ago, two stylists came into my office. They were the ones who met Seoyeon at the airport while you guys were on your way to shoot the music video. Chaeyoung and Y/N are their names.”

Jimin’s stomach did a flip, “I know them. Nice women.”

“Yes, they told me the Seoyeon is married to a man named Li Daejin. He’s the CEO of Gravitas.”

Being a resident of Seoul, Jimin knew the compact name, “I see.”

“Apparently, Chaeyoung’s own husband works for him. I attempted to contact him before jumping on this call with you, but no answer. Ideally, I’d like to speak with him and Seoyeon together.

“Does his lack of response concern you?” He asked, “Couldn’t that be interpreted as the answer to our big question?”

The other man replied confidently, “Not quite, though I understand your point. I will try again to get in touch with them. If I’m able to speak with them and clear the air, perhaps we can urge them to make a statement of their own refuting this story. If I am filtered through his lawyer, then I’d be incredibly suspicious of involvement on her or their part.”

“Right.” Jimin muttered, his mind in a million different places.

“Don’t worry. This will come to a close, one way or another. The company’s position is to take legal action against whoever sourced this garbage. It’s a concrete case of defamation and libel. When it’s all said and done, no one will believe you’re this child’s father.”

His heart hardened, “Good. Thank you, Minjun.”

“I’ll be back in touch as soon as I have another update for you,” the manager said, “Until then, you know the drill. Lay low and stay the hell off social media.”

The two men said their goodbyes, before Jimin huffed and hung up the phone. He let his head rest on the table for a moment, just breathing.

But he couldn’t catch a break today.

The phone made a dinging sound, the one that went off when there was someone in the foyer downstairs for him. It was something of a doorbell, coming from his home security app allocated for all those who lived in the highly-monitored complex.

Whoever was able to buzz into his phone must have known his unique code. Given the circumstances, the slightly paranoid man opened up the app to check the security camera live footage. He’d be able to see who had come to see him.

When he saw, he felt sick.

Not entirely sure it was the right choice, he granted the visitor access.

He was a nervous wreck until he heard her knock on the door. Scrambling, he checked his appearance in the hallway mirror quickly, finicking to get his hair in the right place.

He opened the door to see her. She was standing before him, eyes tired and baggy. She clutched her black bag tightly, utterly uncomfortable in her surroundings.

She acknowledged him with a single nod, “Jimin.”

Your mother.

She carried pain in her eyes, for you.

He opened the door wider and moved more to the side, giving her access into the apartment. He felt rude for not greeting her back, but he couldn’t yet. He needed to do this right.

As soon as she was inside and turned back to face him, he bowed at the hip, head low.

Already he began to choke up, “I’m truly sorry for not being able to protect your daughter from this. Please trust me when I tell you that the story is false.”

Your mother didn’t appear to care about that, instead pleading, “Where is she? I need to see her.”

Puzzled, Jimin straightened himself back up, “She went into work. She’s almost always back by five.”

There was something of an ironic grin on her face as she shook her head to herself, “All of this and she still went to work. She inherited her resilience from her father. Would you mind if I stayed and waited for her?”

Without hesitation, he gestured, “Of course. Please.”

She offered him a small smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes before turning around and slowly walking deeper inside. As she went about, she studied the new furnishings and decor.

“Your home has Y/N written all over it,” she remarked, “I recognize a lot of this from her old place.”

He felt as though he was naked, “Yes. I’ve received numerous compliments since she moved in. I’m told it’s an improvement.”

He thought he may have heard her laugh a little.

“So, you’re lockdown until this storm blows over?” she inquired when they entered the living room, plopping down in armchair that faced the man.

Jimin put his hands in his pockets, “That’s the recommendation.”

He felt like a moron, disgraced.

Your mother gave no reply, only sitting and looking around at the living room some more. Her silence was chipping away at him.

“Please don’t think me disrespectful, but don’t you want to at least know what happened?”

“I do, and yet I don’t,” she sighed, “I must admit I’m ashamed that I let this rift form between us for this long. A mother should know her child and I haven’t the slightest idea what she’s been through. And now this…If you are offering, I’m open to an explanation.”

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Hi all! I cannot wait to release Chapter 9 of If Snow Decides to Fall.

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8. “Bumps in the road.”

Author's Note: Another rollercoaster of a chapter…oops ;)

Chapter Warnings: heavy smut (extremely kinky), pregnancy, explicit language, toxic parental relationship, mental health struggles

Taglist: @marihoneywk @amarawayne @chimmy-licious

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"Jimin you can't just leave now," Yoongi said, "This is serious."

Hoseok scoffed, "Yeah, you can't just tell us 'Seoyeon's back' without a little elaboration."

Grabbing his room key off the mini bar, Jimin paused. His back was turned to the group. He could hardly think, after having just screamed at Namjoon and received the most unexpected information.

His shoulders dropped from a tense height as he exhaled a deep breath. He had sent you a text immediately after getting off the call. You were awake and agreed to speak with him about it. It wasn't like you were going to be able to sleep anytime soon.

His voice was now scratchy from yelling, "I need to speak to Y/N. She’s meeting me in my room. I think she tried to tell me this earlier, multiple times. We just kept getting interrupted."

"I agree that she needs to be a part of the conversation, but so do we," Jin replied gently, "It's a delicate situation. I'm sure the company will handle it, but we should all be on the same page here. This woman almost...well we all know what she almost did."

"Then come with me if you want. I don't care," Jimin turned to face them all, his eyes firmly alert as he pointed at Namjoon, "But not you. I don't want you near her."

The blonde man was completely calm at this point, maybe even humble, "Jimin-"

"No,” he held solid, “I haven’t told everyone in this room yet, but at the ultrasound we found out that her blood pressure is too high. It’s largely due to stress, and it could become a real problem if she can’t get it under control. The last thing she needs is to feel under attack.”

“I’m sorry,” Namjoon said, his tone sincere and soft, “I didn’t know that. And I’m sorry for the argument. I think it’s important for us all to know what’s going on, like Jin said. You have my word that I’ll shut up and listen. But I don’t want to affect her health and if you truly don’t want me there, I’ll respect it. I’m…I’m really sorry.”

His head dropped as if to hide in shame. The man rubbed his palm against his forehead.

No one spoke, waiting for Jimin’s response.

He pursed his lips together and closed his eyes, “Fine. Let's go."

As they all filtered out of Hoseok's room and into his, which was further down the hall, you were on your way up in your sleep shorts, another one of Jimin's t-shirts, and slippers.

You were so glad that the company didn't book you a shared room with Chaeyoung. Otherwise, this would be tough to explain.

The guys were on the top floor. They had an entire hallway booked out for them, to give them a nice cushion of privacy. You were confident no one would see you, but just in case, you wore your company staff badge on a lanyard around your neck.

You could feel the anxiety bubbling up within you, so you focused on controlling deep breaths in the elevator. When you reached their floor, no one was around. A blessing, amid the mess.

As you rounded corner after corner, you checked Jimin's text to recall his room number.

When you came upon the correct door, you knocked. It was opened instantly, as if he’d been waiting by the entry for you.

He pitied the sight of you standing there, looking worn down. Suspicion of any wrongdoing on your account was impossible. He saw it all on your face, but he wanted an explanation nonetheless.

He pulled you inside, closed the door, and brought you into his arms, “Come here, baby.”

You settled in his embrace as you peered at the group behind him. To your relief, none of them looked upset with you, not even Namjoon.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, “I was trying to tell you.”

His hand stroked your hair, “I know. It’s okay. Nothing is horribly wrong.”

The other members were shocked he could say such a thing. They all had cause to be very worried, but if he wasn’t going to panic, then neither would they.

When he released you, he checked your face to make sure you were calm. His lips pulled upward into a soft grin, putting aside any of his own worries for the sake of your mental state. You nodded at him, letting him know you were ready to talk about it.

Holding your hand, Jimin brought you into the suite. You exchanged subdued greetings with the others and decided to sit on the edge of the king-sized bed. Your partner sat beside you and handed you a bottle of water, in case you needed it.

“I, um, I guess I’ll just say what happened…” you cleared your throat, “At the airport yesterday, I got shoved in that swarm of fans and the woman standing behind me picked me up. It turned out to be Seoyeon. We sort of just went through TSA together and grabbed a coffee. Until Chaeyoung showed up and recognized her, I wasn’t certain it was really her. I know that you all rightfully have a negative view of her, but she was actually very kind to me. Our conversation ended when she realized that I worked for the company…and that I know you guys. It made her uncomfortable.”

“What did you guys talk about?” Jimin asked putting a soothing hand around your wrist, “I mean…did she mention anything or infer anything?”

“About you or BTS? Not specifically. She made a comment about the industry, though. She said it ‘wasn’t her scene’.”

Jungkook jeered at that, rolling his eyes, “Oh please.”

Your boyfriend scooted a little closer to you, swallowing up his pride, “I’m afraid you’ll need to be more specific. What did you talk about?”

You closed your eyes, wanting to sink into the mattress beneath you, “Babies. We talked about babies. She’s pregnant as well.”

Jimin let go of your wrist. The room went stiff.

You sighed, looking down at your lap, “She married a CEO and was on her way to LA to see him. Nothing nefarious. She wasn’t following you guys or anything. I-I think it was all just a coincidence.”

The guys were waiting for Jimin to reply first.

“No,” he looked at you with all the assurance you needed, “I’m sure it was. If she’s married and starting a family, I highly doubt that she has the time or motivation to screw with us.”

Namjoon looked like he was biting his tongue.

Taehyung leaned against the wall with arms crossed over his chest, “That is, unless she could have had any indication that you two are together now.”

You gulped and looked at your boyfriend, “No, she couldn’t have. Your name never even came up. And we didn’t discuss BTS beyond a brief mention of the airport mob. When she realized who I worked for, she left. She had no interest in digging for more information.”

He sensed your nerves and put his arm around you, “Hey, it’s okay. I believe you. Management told me they will keep an eye out for any rumors, but they weren’t very concerned either. It appears we don’t need to worry about her, so we won’t. Just wanted to hear it from you, that’s all.”

“Yeah,” Yoongi reinforced, glancing at Jimin before you, “Don’t sweat it.”

The leader of the group dipped his head, brows knitted together in a broadcast of regret.

You nodded, “Okay. Sorry to ruin your little celebration.”

“How did you know?” Jin chuckled.

“It’s no secret that you guys enjoy a some drinks after a shoot like this,” you broke into a grin, “Plus you all smell a bit like champagne.”

Most of them laughed at the comment. Jimin pecked your temple and you yawned. Now that your conscience was clear, sleepiness overtook you.

"Will you come to the dinner with us tomorrow, Y/N?" Hoseok questioned.

"Dinner?"

"Just a team dinner sort of thing. Us and all the staff that came along," Jungkook elaborated, "You should come."

You smiled, "Sounds fun, though I might need to have Chae take me shopping. This could be an excuse for me to finally go get some maternity clothes.”

“Your bump has gotten bigger.” Taehyung smirked.

The oldest member elbowed him, “Don’t say that! It’s rude.”

You laughed and put your hand on your belly, “But it’s true. I’ve grown out of almost every cute top I own. Once it gets cooler, I’m going to need new jeans as well. Ugh, just new everything.”

Hoseok broke into a tender laughter. Everyone looked confused.

Grinning curiously, Jimin asked him, "What, Hobi?"

"Sorry, it's nothing," his eyes were narrow in a glad squint, "I just can't believe you guys are really having a baby. Why does it suddenly feel so real now?"

Yours and Jimin's hearts were warmed.

"It's going to be fun," Jungkook concurred, his endearing bunny smile shining, "Chasing after a tiny version of one of us. Is it a boy or girl?"

"We aren't going to find out," your boyfriend smirked, "Care to make a wager? We each put in fifty-thousand won and then the winning side splits the pot."

Now you were in a playful mood and interjected, "It's a boy. I can feel it."

Jimin laughed and nudged you, "That's a lie. You said you didn't have a gut feeling."

You shrugged, "Well now I do."

"I still think it's a girl," he said before looking at all the members, "And my prediction is more legitimate. I felt it from the beginning."

"I say girl." Jungkook voiced.

"Girl." Jin nodded.

"Boy," Taehyung, "Gotta side with Y/N's maternal instincts."

"Nope," Hoseok chuckled, "Nothing against your instincts, Y/N, but Jimin's a girl dad."

Yoongi pondered it momentarily, "I honestly have no idea, but I'll go with boy, just to keep it interesting."

"If you must, but you're going to have to fork it over when you meet my daughter." Jimin taunted.

The father of the child placed his hand on your protruding abdomen. The gaiety on his face was raw and undeniable. He was happy - truly happy.

Namjoon took stock of this. Only then did it click. There was no way you could be like Seoyeon. She could never create that look on his face, nor could anyone else. Hana’s words replayed in his mind. She was right - you’d done nothing to indicate malevolence. That was the proof in itself.

He was disgusted with himself, so much that he couldn’t find any words to say. How could he even begin to apologize? Until this point, he had been the least supportive friend. He had gone out of his way to try to tear Jimin from a source of pure joy and love.

Wanting to be nice, you extended it to the one person you hadn't given his prediction. "Namjoon?"

Feeling apart from his own self, he stood slowly, “I’m…I’m going to go to bed. Long day, you know?”

There were no utterances of dismay. His cadence was downtrodden, not angry. This was not an act of protest - it was one of contrition.

For once, Jimin saw and believed the remorse, but he let him exit the room regardless. He found himself unable to forgive so easily. What he did was too far over the line.

After the door closed, you looked at all of them, "I think he's starting to come around, actually. Today he-"

"Don't mention that, please." Your boyfriend removed his hand from your bump and used it to sweep hair out of his face, tongue poking his cheek.

"Oh, you already know about what he said?"

"He told us," Jin sat down in his place, "Sorry about that."

"It's alright."

"It's the furthest thing from 'alright'," Jimin groaned with vexation, "The fact that he would go so far as to denigrate you like that to your face."

You put your hand on his back and rubbed it, "Well, it was awkward, but I didn't get the sense that he was purposefully trying to denigrate me. It felt like he was really just searching for answers, out of a place of care...for you."

"That’s no excuse.” he bit back.

You were plainly too tired to get into it. Your body craved rest, and you yawned once more. It forced your boyfriend back to a focus solely set on you.

“You guys should leave. We’re going to turn in.”

You flashed him a puzzled look, “Wait, no. I can’t sleep here.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jin laughed lightly as he and the others began to head out, “Anything for your spooning time.”

Jimin chuckled, though his mood wasn’t necessarily jubilant.

You still objected, “Jimin, I really shouldn’t sleep here.”

He wore that gorgeous grin that no woman could refuse, “It’s no big deal, I promise. There are no other staff staying on this floor and you aren’t sharing a room with Chaeyoung. No one will notice.”

Jungkook tiffed, “Not to be weird, but if you were able to pull off spending that many nights at his apartment without being caught, I think you’re good.”

“Night, love birds.” Yoongi called before they all headed out the door.

As much as you didn’t want to risk getting caught, there was always a gravitational pull towards the solace that Jimin never failed to provide for you. You had a hard time saying no to his company.

In this large hotel room now with a population of two, you both took a moment to relax.

He then patted your knee twice and stood up, “You get comfortable, sweetheart. I’m going to clean up real quick.”

As he stood up, you caught the traces of lightness fade from his features. They were replaced with those of hurt, of confusion.

He walked into the bathroom and flicked the light on, closing the door behind him.

You sat there on the bed and listened to the sink run. It wasn’t lost on you that the news was jarring for him. You could only imagine how bizarre it was to have her in the loop of discussion. He’d told you before that she wasn’t someone he liked to talk about - there was a world of pain there that you didn’t know intimately.

He deserved to feel odd about all of this. It had to be okay for him to show a little disdain. He didn’t have to put on a show of strength for you all the time.

When he returned to the bedroom, there was the slightest furrow of his brows, as if he was in deep thought.

You shifted onto your knees, the fluffy white covers beneath you, hands in your lap, “Jimin, can we talk for a minute?”

“Hm?” he spun around, rubbing the back of his neck, “Oh, yeah. Sure.”

“You’re distraught. Is it Namjoon?”

“I mean, yeah, but not entirely. I’ve sort of gotten used to feeling this way about him, unfortunately.”

It was Seoyeon.

You tilted your head, eyes full of pity and concern, “I see…It’s alright for you to feel strange about all of this. I know it’s freaked you out a little.”

He sat on the other side of the bed, back facing you, “I’m not freaked out. I have all the faith that she won’t do anything stupid. It sounds funny, given the way things ended between us, but I know she wouldn’t stoop that low. Especially if she’s…you know.”

“Married and pregnant?”

He paused, revealing the true thorn in his side, “Yes…”

“Jimin, it’s normal to feel weird about an ex moving on. She broke up with you and then quickly got married and now she’s having a baby. It’s not easy to digest. And that’s okay.”

“It’s not even that,” he looked back at you over his shoulder, “It just pisses me off that she got what she wanted. She got her money, her high status. I sort of always took comfort that by ending it with me, she was cheating herself out of getting all of that. But she fucking got it in the end, and she doesn’t deserve it.”

You crawled across the bed to kneel behind him, and you began to rub his shoulders, “So she went and probably used this other guy. I agree that she doesn’t deserve it. But…if we spend time focusing on resenting her, then she gets another win. Personally, I don’t feel like handing another victory to someone who hurt the man I love.”

His shoulders dropped as he shook his head, “How is your heart this golden?”

“It’s not,” you sighed as you let go and scooted over to sit down next to him, “My heart has been tarnished. The fact that my parents won’t even speak to me has been devastating. Sometimes I feel so angry with them that I start to like the idea of never seeing them again. It’s horrible to say, but sometimes I think of our child never having a relationship with them, and I’m content. But then I realize how much power I give them when I do that.”

You began to get choked up, and it was evident by the break in your voice, “And people who would abandon their daughter don’t get to control.”

He put his hand on your knee and frowned, heartbroken for you, “Baby…”

You nodded, pulling it together, “And so, out of my resentment comes some kind of forced indifference. I just choose not to pay them mind, and I can move on. I don’t focus on what they deserve or don’t deserve. I just let the situation be, for the sake of my own peace.”

He kissed your cheek and then you let that same cheek rest on his shoulder.

“I love you,” he said, “You’re right. Letting it linger will only hurt me, not her. And you and our baby girl are far more worth the energy.”

You smiled, “You really are confident about the girl thing, huh?”

“Of course I am,” he chuckled, “I know everything.”

"Well, I know something you don't know."

Voice soft, he hummed, "Hm?"

"I felt movement today." you couldn't help but giggle the words out.

Jimin was instantly more alert. He hastily scooted further from you so he could turn to face you, eyes wide with wonderment, "You did?"

You nodded, "Just these tiny tapping sensations. The baby books are right. It feels like bubbles popping. Actually, it sort of tickled."

He threw his arms around you and laughed melodiously, which caused you to laugh harder. His joy was contagious to you. His embrace was so forceful that you fell back onto the bed together, though he was instinctively careful not to put his full weight on you.

He pulled away so he could lift his shirt from your abdomen and kiss right below your belly button. Then he cooed, "Good job, little one. Daddy's so proud of you for learning how to wiggle around in there."

You cupped your bump as you melted at his words, “Keep growing strong. We love you.”

*Three days later*

It was around eight at night when you heard the door unlatch from where you were standing, at the stove. A hot meal was in progress for you both, simmering in the pot in front of you.

You smiled when you heard him let out a breath of relief to finally be home. You had gotten in a few hours earlier - yours and Chaeyoung's departing flight left before the boys'.

Jimin, still in the entryway, slipped his shoes off and grinned, shaking his head, "Are you cooking?"

"I am." you called back.

He appeared around the corner in shorts and a white t-shirt, with one of his quintessential black bucket hats on his head. Appropriate attire for this scalding September heat.

He took off his hat and let it sit on the island, "Smells amazing."

Then you felt his arms wrap around your middle. As had become a habit, his palms laid flat against your belly.

You hummed as you stirred, "Hi."

"Hi," he smirked, "How are you?"

"Hungry. How are you?"

His low chuckle sounded right by your ear, "Starving. Thanks for doing this. I was prepared to just order something."

"Isn't it nice having me around?" you teased.

Jimin's lips landed behind your ear, "It's a dream having you around, sweetheart...Is this one of your new shirts, by the way?"

It was. Prior to that dinner in LA, you had convinced Chaeyoung to go to the mall with you. You ended up returning home with far more clothing than you brought, all accommodating to your changing shape. The top you were currently wearing was a simple fitted t-shirt in a pretty mocha brown. The material was comparable to that of a yoga top, all soft and stretchy.

"Mhm." you replied.

"I love it. I got so used to seeing you in all these loose tops. Well, my tops. Now I get to see my woman get all nice and big.”

Your mouth went agape as your face turned red, “What a perverted thing to say.”

He smirked into your neck as he kissed you again, “What you deem as perverse is actually just a common thought for any man. And don’t pretend you don’t like it.”

Then he gave your ass a playful slap and went to get himself a glass of water.

While he was at the fridge, you continued to stir, “When will you guys get to see the final cut of the music video?”

“Eh,” he said as he put his glass under the water dispenser, causing it to run, “Usually takes weeks, if not months. But this one doesn’t use as many CGI effects, so it might be faster.”

“What would you guys need CGI for? That theatre was stunning.”

“Yeah,” he grinned, “I loved it. That was probably my favorite choreography we’ve ever done. And my favorite wardrobe.”

The uptick in his inflection made you break into a laugh, “You flatter me.”

“I mean it,” he gulped down some of the cold water, “It was extremely detailed and everything matched the feel of the song. Tell me, whose idea was it to put me and Jungkook in corsets?”

Again, you threw your head back and laughed, “That was Chae. But it was my idea to put you in the white suit.”

Jimin drew closer and leaned over the counter next to you, head propped up by his elbow as he watched you cook, “That was a brilliant choice, baby.”

Looking into the pot, you grinned with a feigned arrogance, “I’m aware. Here, taste this.”

You spooned up a sampling of the sauce and fed it to him. He smacked his lips together a couple times as he absorbed the flavor.

“Need anything?”

“Pinch more of salt.”

You nodded and took the salt shaker from the countertop on your right. You flipped it over and twisted to grind some of its contents into the pot. After giving it another stir, Jimin dipped his finger into the sauce and put it in his mouth.

“Mm,” he affirmed, “Perfect.”

The two of you ate together at the kitchen island. He got himself a bottle of soju from the fridge to take with dinner. When your plates were clean, he took the prerogative to do all the dishes.

“I’ll help you.” you said once he grabbed your plate.

“I’ve got it,” he replied assuredly, “Go shower or get in your pajamas or something.”

With that, he kissed your forehead and went to the sink, slinging one of the drying towels over his shoulder. To you, a warm shower sounded amazing.

You rose from the chair and paused, feeling a little lightheaded. It only lasted a couple of seconds, insignificant. Then you proceeded like normal out of the kitchen and into the bathroom for your rinse.

The water patting on your skin was a massage. You closed your eyes and simply let the droplets hit you for a few minutes, your head falling back. Breaths entered and then left your lungs slowly. It was all supposed to relax you, but instead your mind began to race. Your brain had time to spin, and the weight of it all pressed on your conscience.

You didn’t know when you’d speak to your parents again, or if.

You’d just come back from a successful weekend doing a job you truly loved, and your days working for the company were numbered.

The ex-girlfriend had reappeared.

Your pregnancy and relationship were causing a fracture in one of your boyfriend’s deepest friendships.

The most beautiful part of your life, your love with Jimin, was a like a glittering treasure kept hidden from the world, unable to blossom freely.

You were going to be a mother. A mother. A new person would be entering the world entirely dependent on you for survival and guidance. Ironically, this troubled you less than any of the other things.

You drew in a sharp, hitched breath, held it for a second, and blew it out.

*The next day*

“I just wanted to congratulate you on a successful trip. The producers applauded you and Chaeyoung with your punctuality and attention to detail.”

You were meeting with Sanghee, recapping the shoot.

“Thank you,” you nodded your head with a smile, “I’m so grateful you asked me to go.”

She was warmhearted, “Of course. You are one of the strongest on this team, Y/N. You’ve shown great promise in the time you’ve been here. It was about time you went on one of those trips. I’m sure there will be plenty more in your future. Plus, I wanted you to get a taste of what tour will be like.”

Your eyes got wider, as you hadn’t thought about that in a while, “Oh, right.”

She laughed, swiveling from side to side in her chair, “I know it feels like a long way off, but things move fast around here, as you’ve seen. While I’m at it, I wanted to plant the seed for you to begin thinking about how you’d like to allocate your time on the tour.”

You tilted your head to the side, “Sorry, I’m not sure what you mean?”

“Well, I know it would be extremely tough for you, being a new mom and all. You’d never be expected to be there for the first leg if you didn’t want to. I assumed you’d want to do short stints. But then again, I don’t know what your childcare plan looks like.”

“R-Right,” you sighed, “I will start thinking about all of that. Honestly, there’s a lot I need to work out still.”

Your boss laughed, “Yes, I can imagine. But please know we will be as flexible as we can. You’re valued here and we’d love for you to be there wherever you can make it work.”

It gave you some juice, to hear how wanted you were. A confidence booster was so needed at the moment.

“Thank you, Sanghee. That really means a lot to me.”

“Absolutely,” she crossed one leg over, before taking a sip of coffee from the self-heating mug on her desk, “So enough about work. How are you feeling?”

“I’m doing well,” your sigh was content this time as your hand glided over your new satin maternity blouse, “Started feeling little kicks. My blood pressure had been running a bit high, but other than that it’s good. I’m getting really excited to meet him or her.”

“Ah, my blood pressure was high too, when I was pregnant with my second. I was put on this one medication, I forget the name of it. But it saved me from going on bed rest.”

Your posture sank slightly, “My doctor warned me about bed rest, so I’m glad to hear there’s a medication for it that’s safe for pregnancy.”

Sanghee showed you a sympathetic grin, “Just keep drinking water and eat lots of yogurt. Avocados too, if you like them. They lower blood pressure.”

“I’ll give them a try.” you smirked.

“Good. Speaking of food, I’m heading out for lunch. There’s a new grill down the street that I’ve been dying to try. Care to join?”

Her praise and friendliness felt so good. You couldn’t help but want to please her by agreeing to tag along.

“Sure!”

Your boss stood from her chair and grabbed her large burgundy alligator skin purse, “Perfect. I know it’s hot out there, but are you okay to walk? I’m trying to get my steps in.”

You rose from your chair as well, “Yeah, that’s no…n-no problem…”

Your speech slowed as another wave of dizziness occupied your body. You blinked rapidly, trying to get a handle. There was a troubling lightness in your head. Your chest felt fuzzy.

“Y/N?” Sanghee walked around her desk and held your forearm.

You had a ten-mile stare. Your chest was rising and falling with depth as you wobbled. As your lids began to hang low, she took the initiative and forced you to sit back down in the chair.

Once sitting again, your wits returned. Embarrassed, you shook your head, “Sorry. I’m alright. Just kind of woozy. It’s been happening lately, mostly when I stand up.”

“Kind of woozy?” Sanghee laughed nervously, “You almost just passed out. Why don’t you head home for the rest of the day? Get some rest.”

“Oh, no I’m fine. I stood up too fast.”

“You just told me your blood pressure has been elevated. Now I’m not going to let one of my stylists pass out on my watch. Besides, there’s nothing super important going on today.”

You denied once more, “No really, I’m okay. Thank you, though.”

Sanghee put her warm hands on your shoulders and gave you a stern smile, “I know you’re okay. I just want you to be cautious. You’re probably running on fumes from traveling. Go home, crawl into bed, and get a long nap in. I will find Chaeyoung and have her fill in for you with any small tasks.”

Begrudgingly, you agreed. You got to your feet much slower this time and took it easy as you thanked her and headed back into your office to get your things.

You closed the door behind you and proceeded to put your laptop in your bag, pulling out your phone as you did so.

It wasn’t something you wanted to do, but he would want to be kept informed. You texted Jimin to call you when he got the chance. It would have been your first choice to call him, but you didn’t know what he was up to at the moment and wouldn’t want to disturb.

You flicked off the lights and headed home.

Chaeyoung was on her way to the upper floors of the building. She was trying to locate one of the Managers to turn in her expense report for the trip to LA for reimbursement. Sanghee caught her hopping in the elevator and informed her of your early departure from the office.

As a friend, she worried for you. And that worry remained written on her face when she reached the floor she needed. She pitied you for having to balance so much.

A lack of attention was paid to her direction. When rounding a corner, she bumped into Namjoon. It was a rare occurrence. His studio was nearby, but hardly anyone saw the man when he worked in there. He would come to work and lock in for hours, sometimes even the whole day.

“Oh I’m so sorry!” she squeezed her eyes shut, mortified.

Having known her for a while, Namjoon thought it appropriate to pat her on the shoulder with a lighthearted chuckle, “No problem. You okay?”

“I’m fine,” she huffed, “Only a little concerned for Y/N. Sanghee just sent her home. Apparently she almost fainted.”

His disquiet was genuine. With furrowed brows and a tilted head, he pressed for more information, “Oh shit. Just now?”

“Yeah,” your colleague sighed, clutching the expense report to her chest, “I hope she’s alright. I do worry about her sometimes.”

Namjoon nodded with a hum, “No one wants her to get hurt. I’m sure she’ll rest up and be fine, though. Good to see you, Chae.”

He barely heard her reply when he walked away somewhat briskly. It didn’t matter what had been going on behind the scenes - he just had to let him know.

He’d be in the gym right about now, getting some quick strength training in. Probably with Jungkook at his side.

He hustled down the stairwell because he knew he’d run into less people that way. When he finally reached the gym, his prediction proved true. Joking around while getting some reps in were Jimin and Jungkook.

The two caught him out of the corners of their eyes when they noticed him hurrying over. He wasn’t dressed in workout attire either, so they figured he wasn’t here to join them. Not that Jimin wanted him to.

Namjoon was a bit breathless.

“Hey,” Jungkook nodded his head upward, “Distraught?”

“I don’t know,” he looked at Jimin, “Maybe. I just bumped into Chaeyoung.”

In your boyfriend’s mind, her name was linked with yours. This had something to do with you - the pit in his gut told him as much.

His face softened, shoulders slumped. His voice carried a desperation, “Don’t drag it out, please. Just tell me.”

“Everything’s fine, I think,” Namjoon said more quietly, “But Y/N’s been sent home. Chae said she almost passed out in the office. I don’t know…I remembered the blood pressure thing and thought you’d want to know.”

Jimin went into action mode.

All reservations towards him were put aside. They had to be. Jimin didn’t enjoy it, but he uttered the words, “Thanks for letting me know. I have to go check on her.”

Hastily, he picked his phone up from the black padded bench.

“Shit,” he sighed, “She asked me to call her. I’ll let you guys know if I’ll be back, but I’m not sure.”

“Hope she’s alright.” Jungkook said.

Namjoon concurred, “Do what you have to do.”

Jimin and Namjoon made eye contact before he began to jog out of the gym. He retrieved his keys from his pocket as he hurried out of the building and into the private covered garage. His footsteps echoed in the spacious concrete structure as he came upon his vehicle.

While climbing into the driver’s seat, he called you.

The ignition started as he waited over the course of several rings to hear your voice.

“Hey,” you greeted him, “Slight mishap.”

It was a relief that you sounded fairly normal through the phone. Even still, your partner needed to hear the story from you.

“I know,” he said, his phone connecting to his car so he could speak with you as he drove, “Namjoon told me. And Chaeyoung told him.”

“So Sanghee told Chae,” you sighed, “I’m sorry. I didn’t actually faint, though. I just sort of…came close.”

He drove out of the garage and turned onto the street, “I’m making my way home. You there?”

“Y-Yes but Jimin please don’t leave work. It’s really nothing.”

“I’ll see you in a little bit.”

Before long, he came home to you. He found you in the living room, laying on the couch with a tall glass of water on the coffee table. You had changed from your work clothes to loungewear, embracing getting comfortable in the middle of the day.

You were in a position for sleep, but your eyes were sullen and awake. Jimin closed the door and you cringed, feeling like an utter inconvenience.

His voice sounded like he was in a hurry as he strided into the living room, “Hey. Hey baby.”

He sat on the edge of the sofa, “Are you okay? Tell me what happened.”

You broke into a sad smile as you propped yourself up into more of a sitting posture, “I was trying to explain that I’m fine. I’m perfectly fine, Jimin. You really didn’t need to fly all the way home.”

“Of course I did,” he batted that ludicrous statement away, “Top priority.”

His hand reached over to cup your left cheek and you looked down, taking hold of his wrist, “I appreciate it, but all that happened was that I stood up too quickly and got dizzy. That’s all.”

He chuckled to keep the mood up, but he found this anything but funny, “I’m glad you were sent home. A brief dizzy spell is okay and probably normal, but in your case it’s a bigger deal, baby. You don’t want me to be concerned, but you know I’m right. We need to watch this closely, hm?”

You brought your eyes back to his and nodded wordlessly.

Jimin gave you a half grin, “And knowing you, I’d be willing to bet that this isn’t the first dizzy spell you’ve had recently.”

Subconsciously, your lips pursed together. It was as though you were tucking them in so they wouldn’t spill the truth.

It was the all the response he needed.

He scooted closer to you and sighed, removing his warm, veiny hand from your face and placing it on your blooming tummy, “You’re not hard to figure out. What other instances have there been?”

You closed your eyes as you admitted, “Yesterday after dinner. Same thing, I stood up and it just hit me.”

His eyes were anxious, maybe even slightly hurt, “I need to know about these things, Y/N. It’s my job to make sure you’re both safe and healthy, but I can’t do that if you don’t let me know. This…It worries me. And it equally disturbs me that you aren’t telling me about it.”

You let it out, “I know. I-I’m sorry. God, I hate it when you’re right.”

Jimin’s low chuckle rang out as he leaned forward, kissing your lips softly. Then he withdrew a few inches from your face.

“Oh my love...” his voice trailed off, “I thought you knew that you’re my life. That I will always, always put you first.”

Your tone was meek, “I do.”

He kissed the tip of your nose, “You don’t, if you think you’re burdening me.”

You felt totally deflated. He knew your soul, your entire being. There was no concealing anything from this man.

Half of you wanted to call him a jerk for stripping you bare of any excuses, while the other half wanted to melt into his arms for being such a blessing in your life.

Your eyes came to glisten with fresh tears, but not enough for any to fall. Your lips twitched into a smile, “A burden? Me? Never.”

Another laugh broke from Jimin as he returned to an upright posture , “That’s right, sweetheart. Can I get you anything? Did you eat lunch?”

“Not yet,” you replied, “I was hoping to nap before I ate, but I’m kind of hungry now.”

“I’ll make you something. You just relax.”

He got up and proceeded off into the kitchen. You heard him opening and closing the cupboards, looking for a culmination of ingredients, humming a tune as he went about it,

“Avocado toast and some berries?” He called back to you, “Or do you need something bigger?”

“That should be good,” you approved, “Oh, and could you mash the lumps out of the avocado? Lately I can’t stand the chunky texture. And maybe a little more lime juice? Oh, and some onion? And salt?”

Jimin smirked as he sliced the green fruit open, then grabbing a spoon to take out the pit, “So I’m making guacamole and putting it on bread. Got it.”

You laughed in return, “If you don’t mind.”

You spent the next several minutes searching for something to watch on Netflix. When your doting boyfriend came back with a plate to set down on the coffee table, you sat up more to make room for him.

“Thank you so much.”

“I’m glad to make my girlfriend and baby some nutritious food.”

You didn’t hesitate to bite into the toast smeared with a creamy green spread, “Actually, Sanghee told me she had high blood pressure when she was pregnant. She said avocados help lower it.”

“Even better.” he pushed your hair behind your ear so he could see your satiated expression.

You hummed with contentment as you swallowed, “And she also said there’s a medication for it. Doctor Yoon didn’t mention that to us.”

Jimin sat back and stretched his arms high, preparing to fully settle in with you, “That’s good. Maybe we’ll give her a call then, ask about it. At the very least, your OBGYN should know about these spells.”

“I will later.”

“Promise?”

You rolled your eyes in a genial manner, “I prom- Oh!”

The hand that wasn’t holding your toast flew to your belly. With a mouthful of food, you had to try to keep it all in, “Hi, little baby.”

Jimin beamed, scrambling to sit back up, “Is she kicking??”

You giggled and nodded as you caught the slip of the tongue. He really did seem to know in his heart that this precious new life was a daughter.

“Where? I want to feel.”

“Here,” you guided his hand to the spot where you could feel the flutters on the inside, “But you won’t feel it from the outside. I couldn’t.”

He pouted briefly before kissing the spot, “That’s okay. You just keep getting stronger in there, then Daddy can feel you cause a ruckus.”

With a giggle, you popped a few berries into your mouth, “I’m sure it will happen soon enough.”

Jimin reached across your lap to pick a blueberry off your plate. He put it on his thumb and flicked it up, craning his head back to catch it in his mouth before leaning back to his original spot.

His focus turned to the TV screen, “So what are we watching?”

You gave him your confused gaze, “Um, don’t you need to go back to work?”

“I can miss one dance practice,” he assured you, “And it’s been a while since I’ve had a day off. Don’t you want to sit here all day and be unproductive with me?”

You laughed, “I suppose I do. Though we could actually do something we’ve been meaning to do and start talking about what we want to name this munchkin.”

He mulled it over for a moment, unable to prevent his tight, half smirk from forming, “Hm…we could…Alright, why not? Do you have a girl or boy name you’ve always loved?”

As you finished your toast, you shrugged, “I have plenty of names I like, but for some reason none of them feel good enough now. Here, let’s look at the book Chaeyoung gave me. It should be on the side table next to you.”

“Ah,” he murmured as he stretched his arm behind him, “Got it. Okay, let’s see…Are we doing boy names or girl names first?”

*3 weeks later*

It took what seemed like forever to get everyone's schedules to align, but the group was finally getting together with all of the girlfriends. Originally, the plan was to go to Jin's place, but the guys were itching to see what your apartment looked like after the move.

You were in the middle of doing your makeup at your vanity, sitting on a comfy cream-colored pouf. Your guests would be arriving in a little over an hour, so time was of the essence.

Jimin entered the bedroom after prepping everything for dinner, taking off his shirt so he could shower fast.

“Everything’s chopped up and ready to go,” he said, “Kimchi is in the fridge too.”

“Got it, thank you.” you replied as you finished swiping mascara on your lashes, twisting the cap back on the tube.

He came over to peck you on the top of your head without a second thought, making you smile. When he turned around, he stripped the rest of his clothes. You watched his reflection in your vanity. The lighting in the room was perfect to show the contours of his body, all the parts where his frame would curve and then cave with muscle tone.

His natural dark hair was back, and it was getting long. It swept along the back of his neck, right above the crescent part of his moon phases tattoo.

He had gradually gotten leaner from all the stress. Nothing too concerning, since he was still eating and exercising a healthy amount, but it was noticeable to you. His jawline became sharper, and that was always a key tell when he was losing weight.

“I’m glad we’re doing this.” you said.

Surprising yourself, you weren't the slightest bit nervous. It was long overdue, and you could finally speak to women who were going through the same thing as you - dating a member of BTS in secret.

He glanced back at you, “So am I. I want you to be close to them. They're family."

"I completely agree..." you saw the perfect opportunity to bring up a still ongoing topic, "Which makes me wonder, where are you with Namjoon lately? I haven't seen him since the hotel in LA."

Jimin put his dirty clothes in the hamper and mumbled, "It's better."

"That's it? Just 'better'?"

He let out an irritated sigh, "Yeah. We haven't clashed in any way. And he's...actually sort of, well, been kind recently."

You smirked, "Those words taste like vinegar coming out of your mouth or something?"

He disappeared into the bathroom, "Yes, they do."

You closed your eyes and let out a breath, calling after him, "Sorry. I didn't mean to make you upset. But I'm relieved that you're starting to see what I meant that night when he left the hotel room. He was only ever trying to be a good friend to you, Jimin. And I think he's realizing that he was wrong. You should make amends."

You heard a tiff from him, “I’m not quite ready for that. Even though our relationship hasn’t been as rocky, he never formally apologized.”

“Must he come on bended knee to be forgiven?”

The shower turned on, making it more difficult to hear him, but what you thought you heard was, “Yeah. He does. He came after you and tried to label you a terrible person. He insulted me too, telling me that I think with my dick. He went out of his way time and time again to separate us by trying to make me question my love for you. It’s not something I’m just going to write off. He needs to apologize for all of it.”

“And would you forgive him if he did?”

There was no response - only water droplets pattering on the shower floor.

“…Jimin?” your tone was hesitant now.

He huffed, “Yeah?”

“Remember when we were talking about all the bitterness aimed at Seoyeon? How it would only hurt you to let your anger linger?”

You heard an ironic chuckle echo from the bathroom, “Are you going to tell me to forgive her too?”

“No,” you said, “I am asking you to forgive your brother. Don’t let this grudge last. It will only cause you pain in the end. And besides, unlike Seoyeon, Namjoon is a good person at his core. You know that. And deep down, I think you know he only wanted to protect you. You just said it yourself - you're family."

Once more, you didn't get a response. This time, you decided to drop it. There were things to be done to finish preparing for dinner.

About an hour later, Yoongi and Taehyung were the first to arrive. Jimin, in fresh clothes and a seemingly improved mood, let them in as you set the table for a party of eleven.

From the other room, you heard them enter and gasp.

"Damn," Taehyung laughed boisterously, "Color? In Jimin's apartment? This is insane."

"Yeah, for once it doesn't feel all cold and empty." Yoongi remarked with his famous monotone, "Guess you need to keep Y/N around."

You smiled with pride as you arranged the bowls and plates. The guys rounded the corner into the dining room and you greeted them warmly, “Hey guys!”

“Good to see you,” Taehyung smiled, “We love how you brightened up the place.”

You chuckled, “I was eavesdropping. Thanks.”

Jimin put his hands up in puzzlement, “Apparently I lived in a dungeon before you moved in.”

“Can we do anything to help?” asked Yoongi.

"No, but thank you," you said, "Go get comfortable. Have a drink, chat. I'm going to start cooking in a bit."

Your boyfriend put his arm around your waist and pointed to the bar area, at the other end of the dining room, "There's wine, whiskey, soju, beer, take whatever you want."

The two made their way over to the bar to fix themselves a drink. You looked at Jimin with confused eyes and leaned to the side to whisper to him, "Shouldn't you pour their drinks? You're hosting."

"They don't require the etiquette." he smirked down at you.

Then his hand traveled down to your ass. He squeezed it gently, making your posture straighten.

"But I required a moment to tell you how gorgeous you look," his raspy mutter filled your eardrums, "I really can't get enough of these new clothes, showing off my baby so well."

The man had balls, daring to flirt with you when you had so much else to do. You knew that snake-like, charming tone like no other. Well, if he wanted to toy with you tonight, then you'd play along.

You cocked a brow, "So complimentary, and you haven't even seen the full collection."

He hummed in your ear, "What else did you buy? Something just for me, sweetheart?"

Your cheeks flushed and you didn't want him to see it, so you removed yourself from him and strolled into the kitchen with nonchalance, "Bold of you to assume such a thing."

Jimin bit the inside of his cheek as he watched you leave his side. He loved how you could simply decide to throw his game right back in his face. This was the type of fun the two of you always had, from the very beginning. The push and pull, with a solid foundation underneath it.

Soon, everyone else trickled in. You were introduced to Hana, Yunhee, and Aejun. They were Namjoon’s, Hoseok’s, and Jin’s girlfriends respectively. You’d seen them around a few times, but weren’t supposed to know who they were, so you were never introduced.

All three were as kind as could be. Within moments of their arrival, they were helping you in the kitchen, giving the members their “guy time”.

Yunhee, lanky with hair dyed a strawberry blonde, was stirring the rice for you, “So tell us how it’s been, Y/N. I mean, we’ve all heard about you for a while now.”

You laughed it off - it was a question that warranted a thousand answers.

"Oh, I'm okay. A lot of it has been hard, but as far as we know we have a healthy baby on the way and we're excited."

"You look adorable!" gushed Aejun, a short, slightly curvier woman with these large, doe-like eyes, "How many weeks?"

"Almost twenty-four," you said while filling up a water pitcher for the table, "It's flying by, even though we've had some difficulty. Bumps in the road."

Hana's voice was gentler and compassionate. Her cadence reflected that of her boyfriend, "Look, we can all be friends. And we're all women here. You can be honest."

You smiled somewhat bashfully, and then it faded, "Alright, it's been more than bumps in the road. I've been so stressed lately that it's manifested into high blood pressure. I had to get on medication for it, which has been helping with the light-headed spells, but not the stress and I still...I just wish this could all feel more normal."

Yunhee gave you a sullen, sympathetic look, "We know exactly what you mean. It sucks, having to love someone and hide it all the time. It's a price all four of us pay to be with them."

Hana gave her some glasses to take over and put at each place setting. She left the kitchen momentarily.

The three women knew about the things you weren't sharing. They heard it from their boyfriends, who heard it from Jimin at one point or another. It was a mutual decision not to press you, especially during their first real encounter with you.

Aejun smirked, "Hey, we each get our return on investment, don't we?"

Hana's reaction of hitting her shoulder with a giggle confirmed that it was intended as a dirty joke. You laughed too.

Yunhee returned from the dining room, "Anything else I can take. Y/N?"

"No, you're good. Thanks so much for helping, guys."

"Of course!" Hana batted your praise away.

Yunhee added, "Also, before I forget, you should join us for our little dinner date. Once a week, we all grab dinner somewhere in the city just to hang out, let off steam."

"Oh yes, you should definitely come along," Aejun nodded, "It's been great for us to be around people who understand, you know? You're in this little circle now, so it's essentially mandatory."

Her humor was dry, like Jin's.

You giggled, "I'd love to."

In the other room, the guys could hear your muffled laughter. Jimin kept glancing back in the direction of the kitchen with a grin, relieved that you seemed to be hitting it off. To hear your beautiful giggle ring out with other women was like a gift to him. Perhaps new friendships could help ease this entire situation for you.

“Guess they’re best friends now.” Hoseok chuckled before nursing from the rocks glass in his hand.

“That’s no bad thing,” your boyfriend sighed happily, letting his head rest fully on the back of the couch, “This has been a missing piece for Y/N since we got together.”

“Imagine ten years into the future,” Jim said, “We all have wives and kids running around, and we do things like this where we get together. The women cook the dinner and we do the dishes after, while our kids play hide and seek or something.”

“Jesus, Jin,” Yoongi looked somewhat terrified, “Getting ahead of ourselves there, aren’t we? Half of us aren’t even seeing anyone.”

“What? I like the sentiment.” he defended the picture.”

Jimin’s soft grin appeared as he envisioned the same thing, moving his hand in a small circle to swirl the drink in his glass, “No, I like it too.”

Taehyung was sitting next to him and gave him a nudge, glancing to the side to make sure none of the ladies heard him. He lowered his volume, “And speaking of wives, do we hear wedding bells for you and Y/N anytime soon?”

He wasn’t expecting to be asked that question, but it was a natural one to ask. Not that he was bothered by it.

With a cheeky grin, Jimin clinked their glasses together.

He closed the door behind them on their way out. When it was just the two of you again, you both looked at one another and laughed a little.

You put your hands on your cheeks, “Oh my gosh, my face aches from smiling so much.”

“Mine too,” he said, “Sorry about the drinking at the end. I hope you didn’t feel left out.”

You started back into the living room, “Not at all. I think you guys are hilarious when you drink.”

He followed you, “We will have to do that again. I think you’ll have Jungkook crawling back for your bulgogi alone.”

You smirked, bending over the coffee table to pick up stray glasses, “I will cook for them anytime.”

“Must we do more dishes?” Jimin pouted.

You could decipher by his inflection that he was feeling a little buzzed.

“Yes,” you laughed, handing him a few, “Otherwise we will have to do them in the morning, and I hate doing that.”

You each had four glasses to carry into the kitchen. You put them all next to the sink and began to hand wash them. They could have been put in the dishwasher, but you were more particular with glassware. You liked to make sure they came out looking perfectly clean and shiny.

At this stage in gestation, you were unable to lean over the sink like you used to. Your belly met the edge of the counter, so you needed to perform the task with your arms stretched further.

Jimin rested his chin on your shoulder, “You don’t look comfortable doing that.”

“Then you take my place.” you laughed, turning your head his way.

He kissed your cheek, “I’d rather not.”

Then his lips found the sensitive bit of skin, where the corner of your jaw met your neck. You felt an eager pit form in your stomach and tilted your head slightly, giving him just a tiny bit more access.

“And what would you rather do?”

“I’d rather see the rest of the collection.”

You giggled, “You’re still hung up on that from earlier?”

“Mhm.”

“You’re assuming it’s lingerie?”

“I’m not assuming,” his voice was like honey, “I know it is. Let me see what you picked out for me, baby. Dishes can wait.”

He brought his pelvis further into you, so you could feel him stiffening. He kept kissing your neck, his hands wrapping around your growing middle.

“You wanna know what I read the other day?” he asked with a rasp, “A great way to reduce stress is to orgasm.”

You finally set the glass down at the bottom of the sink, “You’re really trying everything to get into my pants, aren’t you?”

He chuckled in the manner he knew would do you in, “Keep acting like you aren’t desperate to take a load of my cum. Like you don’t want me to make you squirm.”

You pushed the envelope even further, your body heating up, “You’re just tipsy and horny.”

Jimin took control of your hips, moving them side to side against his bulging crotch, “I’m offering you a reward, sweetheart.”

“A reward?”

“For being the perfect hostess tonight. For making me a baby. For being the love of my life.”

The love of his life.

He’d never called you that before. Maybe he was just under the influence, but it had you overflowing with love and desire.

“Well then,” you turned around with a smile, wrapping your arms around his neck, “I guess I should go get changed.”

He laughed, “I knew it was lingerie.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you kissed him deeply, “You got me all figured out.”

He ended up sitting on the bed, waiting for you to appear from the bathroom in whatever racy little thing you had prepared.

The door opened slowly, revealing you in a cherry red babydoll. The whole thing was lace with a matching thong underneath. The fabric split like a curtain around your belly.

Jimin looked like he wanted to devour you, eyes dark with ardor, pupils blown out.

Your voice was soft and sultry, “Do you like it?”

“Come sit,” he leaned back, “Let me see you up close.”

You padded over to him and lifted one leg after the other, straddling him. Your bump grazed against his torso. Jimin let out a hum that sounded more like a growl as he caressed your thighs.

"Look at that," he whispered, playing with the delicate lace between his fingers as he kissed your breasts, "All dressed up for me. All mine,"

He was bulging, but not fully hard yet. You reinforced yourself by putting your hands on his knees, slowly gliding your hips forward, back, and forward again. You wanted to make him weak.

"Yeah baby," Jimin cupped your ass and squeezed, "Get my cock nice and hard."

You released a soft moan, the friction exciting your bud. The sound of your pleasure accomplished your goal.

“You get to choose how you get fucked tonight.” he smirked, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear so he could press his lips to yours.

You giggled into the kiss, “Is that my reward?”

“One of them,” he said, “You get three.”

“What are the other two?”

“Getting to cum, and receiving mine.”

You moaned into another passionate kiss before whispering exactly what you wanted.

It wasn’t what he was expecting to hear, but it delighted him nonetheless. Before going any further, his eyes softened, taking him out of the blinding lust for a moment, “Are you sure that won’t be too much for you?”

You resumed grinding your hips back and forth against his member, “I couldn’t be more sure…Daddy.”

And he was back, eyes filled with fervor. He spanked you, played with your ass cheeks in his hands, “You want to ride Daddy’s cock, baby? Show Daddy what you can do.”

You smirked as you got off his lap for a moment, giving him time to remove his bottoms. He scooted over to the head of the bed, laying flat on his back. He may have had the dominant nickname, but you were going to make him desperate one way or another.

You crawled back onto the bed seductively, “Should I get naked too, Daddy?”

“No, let me marvel at you in this for a while longer,” he said, cock straight in the air with precum leaking from the reddened tip, “I fucking love how it shows off your belly.”

His pregnancy kink was going to be the death of him. You chose to exploit that.

“Yeah, Daddy?” you swung your leg back over his frame, sitting on his cock but not granting him access just yet, “How does it look this way?”

He let out an exasperated, charged breath, hands on either side of your bump, “You look divine, sweetheart. So beautiful for me, making my child.”

You moved your hips on him again, letting him feel the magnitude of your wetness. It swayed the power back to him.

“Look at you, dripping all over Daddy’s cock.”

You pushed the g-string to the side. In one go, you lifted your hips, positioned him, and sat fully back down. He filled you to the hilt, both of you letting out moans.

You began to bounce up and down the shaft, setting a steady rhythm. Even better, your clit rubbed against his base each time you went down, delivering the perfect amount of pressure.

He looked like a dream beneath you, chin tilted up towards the ceiling with his plump lips parted, releasing low grunts. His brows were scrunched down as he searched to find the resolve not to ram up into you. His veiny hands were gripping your ass so hard you thought you might bruise.

Jimin’s siren eyes bore the sight of you from an angle so deliciously erotic - the woman he loved, round with his child, riding his cock. Your breasts bobbing up and down.

“Shit,” he groaned, “So fucking hot, baby. Tell me how it feels.”

“S-So good, Daddy,” you mewled, “I wanna go faster.”

“You can go faster, sweetheart,” he gave your ass a slap, “Make yourself feel good. Show Daddy how hard you can cum.”

As you picked up your pace, Jimin devoted his fingers to the service of your femininity, rubbing you.

You whined and put one hand on his chest. Knowing he’d go crazy for it, you dug your nails in and scratched down his sternum. He threw his head back and inhaled a hiss.

“Ah, fuck!”

You wore a smirk amid the building pleasure, “Sorry, did that hurt?”

“Play nice, baby. Or I’ll bend you over and fuck your brains ou- Shit!”

Your pace sped up even more, your cunt enveloping him repeatedly. His tip was kissing your cervix.

“What were you saying, Daddy?” you panted.

Jimin gritted his teeth, “You’re fucking enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Mhm,” you mewled, “I’m enjoying my reward.”

He unleashed a frustrated groan, “Good, because it’s the last time I’m giving you one.”

You half laughed, half moaned. He hadn’t stopped rubbing your clit, delivering wave after wave, coating his dick in more of your arousal. The sound produced was lewd.

“Jimin…”

He knew you were getting close, “Come on, baby. Let me see you make a mess all over my cock.”

“N-No,” you whimpered, “I don’t want to cum yet.”

He smirked, and removed his hand from your clit, “As you wish.”

Without warning, he grabbed your wrists and pulled you forward, freeing his hips to thrust up into you. He bucked up into your confines with a battering speed.

You lost any trace of superiority. All dominance fell to him in an instant. Now you were in purgatory, feeling a euphoric sensation without that bundle in your stomach.

“My turn, baby," he taunted, "Just stay still like a good girl and take it. Fuck. Such a tight little cunt. Makes me wanna fill you with more of my babies."

The thought had you moaning in a way that made you grateful the walls were completely soundproof. He was rutting into you from below, his trained, flexible dancer hips being put to good use. With every thrust, your body was shuffled forward, your lace-covered breasts dangling over his face.

"You're such a perfect mother, sweetheart. Already making milk to feed our baby. Shit, I'm getting close."

You took advantage of this short moment of weakness to sit upright, back to your original position. Jimin tried to keep pounding into you out of his own volition, but it was to no avail. The shift made it impossible to move the way he wanted to.

He huffed, "Baby, move. Please.”

Amidst your panting, a soft grin grew on your face, "I always get to cum first, though.”

“Fuck,” he breathed in sexual frustration and rapture, “You want my fingers again? Can you handle Daddy’s fingers this time?”

You nodded eagerly, “I can handle it.”

Jimin flashed you an arrogant grin after biting the inside of his cheek, “You want to cum, then start riding me again, baby.”

“Fine, but you can’t move your hips this time,” your fingertips gently traced the red scratch marks on his chest, “You have to leave it all to me.”

He opened his mouth to say something smart - you could tell by what his eyes carried. To shut him up, you bounced on him once, making him moan loudly.

Seeking revenge, he began to rub your clit again, coating his fingers in a slick of your juices and his precum. Your head dipped back as he brought you closer to the stars, resuming a steady pace on his cock.

“Act tough all you want, baby,” he grunted, “You’ll always melt under my touch like this. Don’t ever forget who you belong to.”

The pleasure was too great for your pride to care. You mewled out for him, “Faster!”

The circles on your bud became rapid. You moaned every time you sank back down on his member, chasing your orgasm until you snapped a few seconds later.

You clenched and spasmed around him, halting your movements as you were jolted with a love-made current. Jimin let you ride it out, enthralled by the sight of you experiencing the height.

When you came down, you opened your eyes and put one hand on his chest, the other back on his thigh. Pushing your afterglow aside for now, you wanted to make him come undone like it was the first time.

Stabilizing yourself, you rode him as hard as you could. Jimin didn’t expect it. Your orgasms usually took so much energy from you. You bounced mercilessly.

His eyes drained of any cheekiness. He was fully under your control one last time, entranced by the way his cock was repeatedly disappearing into your warmth. He was totally at your whim, hands cupping your ass and feeling it jiggle slightly with every contact between your cunt and his base.

He moaned in a way you rarely heard.

“Y/N!”

Not yet satisfied, you pushed the envelope even further, “Are you gonna give me a nice big load, Daddy?”

“Yeah,” his cheeks were tinged pink at this point, “Gonna spill my seed into you, baby. Fuck, keep going.”

Thighs starting to exhaust themselves, you kept it up.

“Right there, baby…Right there…Fuck, keep doing that. I’m cumming.”

His semen flooded into you, a throaty groan escaping his lips. His neck craned back into the pillow as his hips and legs jerked, an uncontrollable mechanism as his balls emptied.

“God, baby….”

As both of you labored to breathe, gravity caused his white material to begin leaking out of you almost immediately, coating both of you in it.

You smiled through your panting, relaxing, “Thank you for my reward.”

A low chuckle rumbled through him, “You’re something else. Fuck, I’m so tired now.”

“Me too,” you giggled, “Though I think I might be stuck here.”

You were only half kidding. It took more effort than you were used to in order to hoist yourself off him. Your hips were aching, but the walk to the bathroom helped them readjust.

Your spent boyfriend followed you, hair matted and messed up on the back of his head.

His forearm was pressed against the door frame and he leaned on it, watching you tidy yourself up, “Can you wear that again soon?”

“I can…” you ran a brush through your hair, “If you’d rather not see the other things I bought.”

Jimin raised a brow as he made the few paces over to you, “Oh, there’s more?”

His lips started attacking your collarbone, forcing a squeal from you.

When both of you had cleaned up, you crawled into bed. As was the norm for him, especially now, he rolled over to spoon you. He said it helped him sleep, knowing his love and his child were safe in his arms.

“Goodnight.” you yawned.

“Night,” he lazily kissed your hair, “I love you. So so much.”

“I love you too, Jimin.”

*The next day*

He was awake at seven in the morning, stirred out of his sleep by the continuous buzzing on his phone.

Eyes hardly able to open, he reached to his nightstand and tapped the screen, revealing a steady stream of new messages popping up.

It was his group chat with the members, blowing up in a panic. At first, none of the texts made sense:

“How could she do this?”

“This is going to be a nightmare.”

“Jimin, are you okay?”

“Let us know what we can do for you guys.”

He scrolled up to the beginning of the conversation, which made his heart stop. It was a link to an article, with a thumbnail that pierced his soul with a burning fury.

This couldn’t be happening.

His head felt fuzzy, vision not yet fully adjusted. His nerves skyrocketed as he left the bed, still being mindful not to wake you. Once he left the bedroom, he allowed his body to move more according to his emotions - frantically.

He was moving about the living room and dining room, pacing yet feeling frozen.

Then he had an incoming call. Oddly, the contact name didn’t perturb him. In a crisis, this was the name he trusted, even after everything that had happened between them.

“Namjoon,” he answered, voice hoarse and panicked, “What the fuck is that? Is it real?”

“Did you click on the link?”

“No,” he replied, running a nervous hand through his hair, “I-I don’t think I want to. Just tell me if that’s a real article.”

The other end was silent for a moment. He could hear Namjoon take a deep breath, “It’s real. I’m so sorry.”

Jimin felt like he could have died. He wanted to rip up the flooring and crawl underneath it, encasing him from the world.

“Holy shit…” he felt detached from everything, “Fuck, what do we do? What do I do? Y/N can't see this."

"She's going to," he said with all the sympathy in the world, "You can't keep it from her."

"No, no...I...I don't understand. I don't- fuck! Why?! Who did this?! Was it her?!"

"No one knows," Namjoon kept his tone even, "But we will figure it out, alright?"

His tongue dripped poison, "I swear to fucking God, if she's behind this, I'll-"

"Jimin?..." your voice was quiet as you emerged from the bedroom. He'd woken you up, having not fully shut the door when he left your side moments prior. You were tying your white fluffy robe around your center, eyes squinting slightly.

He looked at you like a deer in headlights, "I'll call you back, hyung."

He hung up, tossing his phone onto the couch.

You were becoming more alarmed by the second, watching your boyfriend self-soothe gliding his hands over his face and into his hair.

"What's going on?"

"Come sit," he said, "We have a situation."

Your gut twisted as you slowly went to sit down beside him. Jimin took your hands, angling his body to face you directly. He brought your cold hands up to his lips, kissing them.

"I need you to know that I love you," his morning voice was unstable, "I love you a-and we will be okay. We can get through anything together."

You turned your head a little, concerned eyes never leaving his, "You're scaring me..."