#singleparent!jungkook

Jungkook has never felt so helpless in his whole life.

It’s common knowledge that he’s a strong guy, both physically and mentally. Truthfully he has you to thank for that, his wife, well, ex-wife if he wants to nit-pick. To him you’ve always been his wife, the other side of the door to his soul. Even when separated, even when you filed for divorce. You were never anything less to him, not really. He’s loved you forever and plans on loving you for as long as he has left in this world.

So imagine how ecstatic he was when you told him you wanted to make this work, to give your relationship another try. The moment plays clear as day in his head even now, the way butterflies enveloped his stomach so much so that he became them. The excitement, the raw heartfelt emotions pumping his veins, the little anxiety that comes with hope, fearful that his last mistakes would repeat.

There was no way in hell he was going to let that happen though, not again. The divorce was clean, considering you’re both parents. And it was nothing to him but a brutally honest certificate of how he’d fucked things up. That and the fact that marriage really is just a piece of paper, because even when it was officially over he never stopped loving you. Not once, there was no fleeting moment, no realisation, no hatred, just numbness. It was painful, as he knows it was for you too, but it didn’t strip him of his feelings for you like people had told him it would.

While marriage is just a piece of paper and doesn't determine the way two individuals feel about the other - Jungkook has to admit he misses being married. The ring, being able to call you his wife, his Mrs, the security of knowing you've made a sacred promise to each other. He wants that again one day, when you're ready, if that's something you want.

Arguably the two years that followed your divorce came the times that Jungkook realised he was more in love with you than ever. The sadness of packing his belongings up to move out of your home, the way he’d sob on his sofa whenever his phone buzzed from a text message from Seol. Seol was the only piece of you Jungkook had left, the only shred of evidence that he still existed in your life at all. Aside from the fortnightly exchange of parental responsibility, you’d completely dropped from his life with nothing but an apologetic smile.

And sitting here, in the hospital waiting room after watching a sea of doctors and surgeons flock to your bedside in a frenzied panic and rush you away from him, the memories of that time haunt him much worse than they ever had.

Jungkook walked into the bedroom wanting to kiss and make up after another heated argument. In the six months that lead up to that moment you were constantly bickering, constantly arguing about the same thing over and over again. It was a bleak time in your marriage, the two of you going through a whole myriad of emotions each and every time the other opened their mouth. You were sitting on the bed, back turned to him facing the window. He didn’t need to look at you to know you were crying, it added an obvious strain on your voice when the most heart-shattering, soul destroying words pierced the air.

“I want a divorce.”

It’s like time stood still for him, feet cemented to the ground, unable to do anything other than swallow the lump of regret forming at the back of his throat.

“Y/N… I know things haven’t been easy—”

You snapped your head round instantly, teary eyed and features curled with rage, “How would you know anything about that?” You scoffed, messily wiping your face with your pyjama sleeve, “You’re never here. Not really. You’re either working or out having after work drinks with Jimin and the others, when you are here you undermine every little thing I say or do and I’m sick of it. It’s like I don’t even know you anymore.”

While he understood you were keeping quiet to avoid waking your sleeping son, the fact you weren’t screaming at him and seemed relatively calm is what scared him the most. It was that moment he realised you’d been thinking about a divorce for a while. Desperately, he tried to comfort you and walked over to the bed, reaching out for your hand but you pulled away. His heart sank into the depths of his stomach, jaw tight and eyes welling up with tears.

“Please… I came up here to apologise, I know I should’ve had your back when Seol lost his temper. I’m sorry, I’ll speak to him in the morning—”

“It’s not good enough Jungkook,” You laughed humourlessly, your smile empty and perfectly matched to the distain behind your gaze, “You do it every day. How are we supposed to parent our son if you’re trying to be his best friend all the time? Why am I always the bad guy? It’s so frustrating… I-, I can’t even remember the last time you had my back.”

“I always have your back Y/N, even if I don’t say it I do.” Jungkook was panicking, recounting all the moments of you marriage that lead to this moment. He should’ve tried harder, should’ve done more. Should’ve been more.

At that you sighed, dropping your head, body weighed down with something indescribable, “I’ve had enough. It feels like I’m doing all this on my own. You don’t help around the house, you don’t discipline our son, you don’t help me with anything—”

“I pay for all the bills, I work my ass off to give you this lifestyle and I’ve been nothing but supportive—”

“Except you haven’t.” That was the moment you lost it, though you were still quiet, rising from the bed, “You think paying for stuff makes you a good husband? When was the last time you said I looked nice? When was the last time you complimented my cooking, my hair, my outfit – anything? Because I sure as hell don’t remember. You used to do it every day, and now you just belittle me in front of our son and make out like I’m some psycho for wanting to teach him manners.”

“You’re right… I-, Y/N I’m so sorry. I can do more, I can be more and I can work on myself… Things at work have been so hectic I just get tired and-,” There was no way to excuse his behaviour, he knew it even then, he really had let you slip between his inked fingers without even noticing himself, “Fuck I’m so sorry. I can-, I can be better.”

“I want you out this weekend.”

Your words were like a clean, freshly sharpened knife straight to his heart.

“I’m grateful for everything you do for Seol, for everything you pay for and for being there for him when he needs it. But I can’t do this anymore Jungkook… I can’t pretend to be happy anymore, we both deserve better than this.”

For the first time in his life Jungkook sank to his knees in front of you in an instant, frantically gripping your wrists while he looked up at you with big, round, pleading eyes. His heart was beating so fast he could feel it banging against his chest, sheer undeniable panic grew and grew inside him, until he began to sob on the floor. That was the first day in his life he had ever crumbled, the first time he wasn’t in control of his emotions – his emotions controlled him.

“Baby… Y/N.. P-please, please, please don’t do this,” He couldn’t calm down, his words almost being lost to the sound of him hyperventilating, “I can be better. We can go to marriage counselling! We can, we can, we can do anything you want—”

“What I want,” You were crying too, there was so much sadness in your eyes that it completely broke Jungkook down. He’d failed as a husband, “Is for us to be happy, and that means this needs to happen.”

“No!” He wrapped his trembling arms round your thighs, pressing his head to your stomach, the same stomach that grew and birthed his son, “Please. Please! Don’t fucking do this, I don’t know how to live without you. You’re the love of my life Y/N… I-, I love you so fucking much. So fucking much. Please don-, d-d-don’t leave me.” He wailed, squeezing you tightly as though he could change your mind.

Your voice was quiet and oozing with sorrow when it crept from your lips, your hands pushing into the depths of his hair, “You know that’s the first time you’ve told me you love me in almost two months…”

You were right.

“I’m sorry.” He couldn’t catch the sobs before they vibrated against your abdomen, “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.”

That was the moment you pried him off your body and nodded, for a fleeting moment Jungkook felt hope that you were willing to work on this with him. But then the next words left your lips and he realised there and then, he had just lost the love of his life.

“So am I.”

It was a moment later you left the bedroom, leaving your husband to cry himself to sleep for what would be the first night of many. No matter how many times he tried to win you back, he failed. And there were plenty. The fact you even found your way back to him is a miracle.

Jungkook’s leg bounces anxiously as a distraction from his intrusive thoughts, he hasn’t thought about that night in such a long time because why would he? Things with you have been… Great. Perfect even. There’s no way he’s willing to lose you again, to lose the undeniable connection of love and joy you have. He’s worked on himself, he even went to therapy because he didn’t want to put anyone else through what he’d done to you.

He ignored you, got complacent within the marriage and blatantly disrespected you time and time again. Sometimes he wonders if you’ve truly forgiven him for the past, because lord knows he hasn’t forgiven himself yet. He wants to prove himself, show you that he can be the husband he promised fifteen years ago when he made that sacred promise.

“Mr Jeon?”

His teary eyes snap to the nurse in the brightly lit room immediately, panic and exhaustion clear as day on his chiselled features, “That's me. Is she okay? Are they okay?”

“I need you to put these on, there’s a bathroom just outside,” She hands him some blue scrubs and a face mask, her cautious gaze flickering to his shaky hands.

“Is she okay? Is Y/N okay?” He asks again, towering over the nameless nurse when he stands.

At this she nods, he can’t quite make out her true expression because she’s wearing a medical face covering but he thinks she’s smiling. He hopes she is. Once he’s wearing the medical overalls he’s taken into a another hallway, the stench of hospitals almost has him choking it’s that strong. But it doesn’t matter, nothing but you and his children matter in this moment to him.

Uncertain footsteps lead him into a small room, it’s cosy and he can’t help but notice it’s a lot warmer in here than out in the waiting room. He doesn’t even know how long ago you were taken away, nor does he have any inkling of what’s happening. The dim yellow lights take him a minute to adjust to, blinking over and over until his vision completely focuses on the sight in front of him.

You.

“We had to perform an emergency caesarean because the babies were very stressed and mom’s heartrate dropped. Your wife is under heavy sedation right now, there were a few complications... Y/N’s going to be okay but she needs a lot of support, we’ll take good care of her I promise.” The nurse, maybe she’s a midwife, Jungkook isn’t too sure, reassures him. “This is where she’ll be recovering.”

Jungkook exhales a breath he didn’t know he was holding, relieved to see you laying on a bed in the centre of the room covered with a soft looking blanket. There are needles in your hands and arms, the hospital gown drowns your frame and he can't help but frown, knowing how much of a pyjama snob you are. You're going to hate that gown when you wake up. But it’s the look of pure exhaustion haunting your profile that causes him the most pain. Even though you’re sleeping, you still look beyond the definition of tired. It kills him to see you in this state.

“We had to put her under to perform the caesarean, we were having trouble with the epidural needle because her contractions were so frequent and intense. It was safer for everybody to use general anaesthetic instead. That’s why it was advised for you to wait outside, I’m really sorry.”

Jungkook’s heart stills, he swallows, “Where are the babies? Are they okay?”

“Why don’t we go and meet them?” She clasps her hands together excitedly, and for the first time that day your ex-husband smiles.

It’s not long after that Jungkook is lead to the NICU, your recovery room is only a few doors away which brings him a great sense of relief. He’s anxious, sweating and honestly totally unprepared for this moment. The nurse has been kind enough to give him a minute to calm down just outside. When he woke up this morning the last thing he expected was for you to go into labour prematurely. He sighs, nodding his head as if to syke himself up.

When the double doors push open, his gaze lands to the tiny incubators currently home to two even tinier babies. For the second time in his life he’s brought to his knees, his legs buckling under the weight of his emotions. They’re easily the smallest babies in here, they barely look bigger than his hands but they’re without a shadow of a doubt the most perfect baby girls he’s ever seen.

“Oh my god,” He sniffles, kneeling directly between the two incubators his new daughters are sleeping in. They’re so delicate that the diapers they wear are way too big, but it doesn’t matter to him, “You’re both so beautiful…” He whispers, eyes flickering between the two.

“We’ll be monitoring them closely since they’re preemies.” The woman smiles, her own chest swelling with something warm and fuzzy watching a large burley man brought to tears on his knees, “But we’ll take good care of them, you can visit whenever you—”

“Whoa I’m not leaving.” Jungkook’s doe-eyes snap to hers in a panic, “I just got here.”

“I know…” She’s nodding along understandingly, “I’ll give you some privacy while I check on your wife.”

“Wait!” Jungkook calls after her, “Did, did you help deliver them? I mean were you there for the surgery?” At this the woman nods again, halting her movements.

“I’ve been looking after your wife and the twins my whole shift,” She chuckles lightly, a small fond smile tugging the corners of her lips, “She was amazing in there, I can only imagine how scared she was but she didn’t let it show. Not once. She's a strong woman, and you have a very beautiful family Mr Jeon.”

He agrees wholeheartedly, thanking her with a closed lip smile, “What’s your name?”

“Ariana, but people call me Ari for short.” She bows her head, signalling she’s ready to walk off and this time Jungkook doesn’t stop her. Ari. He likes that name.

When he’s left alone with the twins he can’t help but sigh in relief again. They’re going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. It’s been a long exhausting day but right now he feels wide awake, making sure to even his attention between the two incubators his palms are pressed against. They’re warm to the touch, it’s comforting in a way, but he can’t shake the feeling of guilt that hits him. You should be in here too.

“Hey you… and you… Just wait until you meet your mom…” He whispers, grinning, paying no attention to the tears cascading down his cheeks, “She’s going to love you so much, you’re so perfect. You're already so loved... You look exactly like your big brother did, just smaller. I’m sure he’s going to be excited to meet you too.” He chuckles to himself, finally standing, “I promise that I will always be there for you girls, no matter what. Look at how pretty you both are… Already have your old man wrapped round your little fingers and I haven’t even held you yet.”

It's as if his chest could burst with pride, so overcome with the purest love. He’s experienced this feeling once before, the day Seol was born. Of course you were in the room that day, giving that you birthed him naturally. You were the bravest person around that day too. There’s no way in hell he’s going to fuck this up, no fucking way. You need him, Seol needs him, and these two tiny little loves of his life need him. And so he smiles contently, quietening his voice until it’s barely audible just in case.

“I love you both so much… So so so much. I’m so glad you’re okay. You have no idea just how much I need you right now. For the rest of your lives too. I hope you're ready for a lifetime of me protecting you, because nothing, nobody, not a single thing is gonna harm you. They'll have to get through me first.” He giggles, wetting his lips before his brows raise, “Can I let you girls in on a little secret? Yeah? You’ve got to promise daddy you won’t tell anybody though, okay?”

Jungkook knows he must look undeniably insane right now, but it doesn’t stop him from sharing a special piece of information with his dainty nameless daughters. Something that only he and Seol know about up until now.

“When mommy’s feeling better, and we get to bring you two home… It might be a little while away yet but,” He glances around the NICU, making sure nobody can hear his confession.

“I’m going to ask her to marry me… again.”

“Jungkook…” You whisper, throwing a leg over him beneath the floral bedsheets, his bare muscular back pressed against your chest and your arm lazily draped over his middle as you pull yourself closer to him. “Jungkook….” You try again to coax a reaction from him, a little louder this time.

You’re not sure what time it is, what you do know is that it’s still dark outside and your pregnancy hormones are in full swing – the second trimester was a pain for impromptu horniness during your first pregnancy, and this one is proving to be no different.

Your ex husband is still asleep, giving that he sleeps through anything and everything under the sun you've been trying to wake him for five minutes now, but nothing is working. It’s times like this you detest how much of a heavy sleeper he is, when you’re desperate and in need of some kind of relief.

“Kook…” You pepper his shoulder blade with gentle kisses and he begins to stir, his heavy body stretching out in your hold when he hums once. “Kook… Are you awake?” You sigh, hand trailing the strong lumps and bumps of his abdomen.

“Mmm.” He hums again, smacking his lips together. You know full-well he’s still asleep, a fraction of you feels guilty for trying to disturb his slumber but there’s an ache between your thighs that you know he can soothe. An ache that you want him to soothe.

“Jungkook…” Your hand sinks lower and lower, until you find the waistband of the grey boxer shorts he’d worn to bed. Your fingertips dip beneath the fabric teasingly, you rub his skin a little harder but he still doesn’t seem to catch on to your frustration, lost to a dreamland. “Fine…” You huff, rolling onto your back to stare at the white ceiling, wide-awake.

Jungkook officially moved back in with you three weeks ago and your life has been a constant bliss ever since. He’s changed from his old stubborn ways, now helping with dinner and spending some much needed (and missed) quality time with you and Seol. You’re almost five months pregnant now, due for your gender scan tomorrow morning.

Seol came to your first scan appointment with you and Jungkook, the doe-eyed pair both tearing up upon hearing the baby Jeon’s tiny fluttering heartbeats which made you very emotional too. You're so full of love and joy recently, so much so that it almost outweighs the dreaded morning sickness you've been cursed with. It’s not the life you thought you would’ve had at this age, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Everything is perfect.

At least it would be if Jungkook woke up.

Feeling agitated and brazen you kick his shin, not hard, but not gentle either. This wins you another hum and some soft snores from the man beside you, one arm is bent beneath his pillow and the other hangs off the bed. There’s no sign of any movement so you try again with added force, kicking his shin and pushing his leg off the mattress with your foot.

“Mmm.” He smacks his lips together a few times again, the noise akin to him chewing something soft. You feel like screaming when his leg finds it’s way back to it’s original position on the bed and he squeezes his pillow tighter, nuzzling his cheek against it.

You exhale sharply, eyes trained to fluffy brunette hair gathered at the back of his dumb, selfish, still sound asleep head. Wow, pregnancy hormones are wild, you can’t recall the last time you were this pissed off and the poor guy’s fast asleep and has no idea.

“Jungkook.” You say loudly, sternly, burning a whole into his head.

Nothing, not even a hum or any sign of acknowledgement this time.

“Kook.” Your bitterness is amplified by another kick to his shin, this time maybe a little too hard to be considered an accident. Though there’s nothing accidental about what you’re doing and you’re fully aware of that fact.

“Jungkook. Kook. Jungkook.”

You poke at his back with your finger repeatedly, emphasising the call of his name but it’s to no avail. The man is out for the count and you know there’s nothing on earth that can disturb him when he’s in this deep of a sleep.

Sighing, you reach over to the bedside drawer and grab your battery operated boyfriend and shimmy your underwear down your legs in preparation. Thankfully you’re wearing a thin white cotton nightie with lemon detailing for bed, one of the only garments you own that still fit you by this point in your pregnancy, so it’s not too much of a hassle to set up station.

The neon pink bullet you’re holding finds it’s way to your clit when you press the on button, humming contently as the vibrations begin to ease the tension between your legs. You’re breathing heavier, the nape of your neck growing sweaty when you tuck your lower lip between your teeth to suppress shallow moans.

Like a poorly timed punchline of a bad joke Jungkook rolls over in bed, dark eyelashes still dusting the tops of his cheeks and lips still pouted as he snores. His strong inked arm finds your middle quickly and drags you closer to him, distracting you from the growing pleasure you’re giving yourself for a moment. It’s when you get back into the zone and close your eyes, focussing solely on how the vibrations feels against you that he smacks his lips together again.

“For god’s sake…” You groan flippantly, brain incapable of staying wholly committed to masturbating when your ex-husband is making chewing sounds right in your ear.

In this moment you don’t know which you’d prefer: fucking him, or killing him.

Increasing the bullet setting you sigh again, head lolling back against the pillow with a content hum. Thank god it’s doing something, you know that you’ll come soon enough if you can just focus on the task at hand. Sounds easy enough. You spread your legs a little wider, free hand coming up to cup your breast gently. Heat slowly floods your body and you know that your high is approaching, winning you to increase the speed again and suck in a breath at how sensitive you are.

Your mouth falls open, you’re so invested in the sensation deepening in your being that you don’t register that the snores have suddenly stopped. There’s no chewing sound anymore, there’s no sound at all save for the dull vibrations of every girl’s best friend.

“Y/N...?” Jungkook’s voice is quiet and heavy with sleep but it still finds a way to make you jump, eyes flying open and straight over to him.

Your ex-husband is looking at you with a tired smirk, a single brow raised as he blinks away the fatigue from his big, brown doe-eyes. Gaze flickering to the source of the noise he chuckles, the sound deep in his chest when his stare lands back on your face, the hold he has on your middle loosening. With equal parts embarrassment and caution you turn off the bullet, tossing it to the ground like nothing happened.

“Mmm?” Your lips make a flat line, fighting back an awkward smile.

At this Jungkook stretches again, big body shaking when he yawns – but still, he finds the strength to carefully climb on top of you, holding himself above your growing body with his arms. He’s smiling like an idiot, dark hair unruly and fluffy, sticking out in every direction to draw attention away from his puffy face.

“You should’ve woke me up.” He mumbles, lazily cocking his head to one side with judgement riddling his features.

You can’t stop the puff of air from escaping your nostrils, your eyes rolling into the back of your skull. “I tried, trust me I tried.” You admit, laughing breathily.

“Not hard enough apparently.” He giggles, lowering his head to rest in the crook of your neck. “Next time just grab my cock and hop on, you know I don’t mind.”

Before you can respond his lips find yours, he kisses you gently, softly, albeit a little lazily. You kiss him back, bringing your hands to his messy hair where you tug on the locks very delicately, pulling him closer. It’s not long before a hum of approval falls from his mouth and into yours, along with his tongue and a weak moan. Using his knee he spreads your legs further apart, sucking timidly on your lower lip.

“I love you.” He whispers, voice croaky, lips making their way down to your jawline to litter the area with small kisses.

You exhale in bliss, a coy smile tugging the corners of your mouth, “I love you too.”

Jungkook’s breath is humid against your neck when he reaches one hand down to tug off his boxer shorts, kicking them out of bed. Spitting on his palm he smears the lubricant over his already hard cock, hooded eyes trained on you eagerly waiting for him to make you feel good. You offer him a kind, thankful smile and he chuckles in return.

“I’m serious, next time just wake me up. I’m never gonna get tired of waking up to you.”

You bite back a grin, “It wasn’t for lack of trying, nothing can wake you up.”

"Your vibrator woke me up." He reminds you with a tired smile, quirking a single brow.

"Sorry..."

“Roll onto your side.” He whispers, kissing you sweetly, voice so quiet it’s barely audible, and you oblige.

It’s when you’re lying on your left you feel his weight shift on the bed behind you, his warm hand carefully gripping your knee and lifting it in the air to give himself more room. Soon enough you feel the tip of his cock align with your slick entrance, he coats himself with some of it before slowly pushing himself inside. Your mouth falls open again, a content sigh escaping you when every inch is stuffed in your walls, you feel so full, so relieved yet still so frustrated all at once.

“You’re so beautiful…” He hums, adjusting his position until he’s right behind you, still holding your leg up in place. “So, so beautiful.”

“Please Kook…” You whimper shamelessly, pushing your hips back onto him.

“Don’t worry baby I’ve got you.” He kisses your shoulder, withdrawing himself almost entirely before pushing back in. It’s slow, very slow, intimate and almost docile. He’s fucking into you at a languid pace, keeping a steady rhythm that has you both breathing heavy and whispering profanities.

He replaces his hand on the bend of your knee with his forearm, dipping his fingers between your legs to massage your clit, just as leisurely as he’s making love to you.

“Oh-,” You exhale, a breathy groan betraying you, “Don’t stop, please… Don’t stop.” You beg him with tiny whispers, peering over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of him.

Jungkook’s eyes are fluttered shut, kiss-swollen lips ajar, brows pinched ever so slightly as if he’s really concentrating on the feeling of what he’s doing to you. It’s when his tongue darts out to wet his lips that his shiny eyes slowly open, catching yours instantly. He smiles, breathing heavier and rubbing your sensitive area a little harder – never picking up the pace.

“Please don’t stop...” You repeat with a sigh, the familiar pang of heat beginning to envelop every nerve in your body.

He kisses your shoulder again, rolling his hips into you deeper with each thrust, being sure not to knock your stomach with his hand. “I don’t think I can,” He stifles a chesty moan by biting his lip, “I want you too much to stop.”

The combination of his lazy thrusts and inked fingers rubbing your clit has you close to reaching your peak, you’re quietly panting for air when your body grows even warmer than before. It’s when Kook’s shallow breaths turn to hushed grunts and groans that he pushes himself inside even deeper, filling you up to the brim all while sloppily massaging your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Jungkook…” You whine, chewing your lip to keep quiet. “Right there, shit, right there…”

“Mmmmph,” He hisses, feeling your walls beginning to tighten, “Come for me baby, wanna feel you c-come.” His words lost to the sound of a guttural moan escaping your lips, spilling into your hands that try to conceal the noise when you come intensely and seemingly out of nowhere, walls pulsating and throbbing around his thick cock.

“Shit shit shit shit…” Jungkook exhales shakily, gripping your hip to drag you back further onto his length. “Gonna come, fuck.” He squeezes his eyes shut, burying his face into your shoulder when his own orgasm reaches his peak and he spurts strings of hot come deep inside you, occasionally thrusting back into you to ride out his high.

With a bit of effort he pulls out of you with a breathy chuckle, falling back-first onto the bed before snaking his arms round your middle and pulling you close. You feel as though a huge weight has been lifted from your body, all your muscles soft and wobbly with post-orgasm bliss when you curl up against Jungkook’s strong chest, to which he plants a sweet kiss to your temple and sighs.

“Get some sleep,” He hums, hand reassuringly rubbing the spans of your torso, “Big day tomorrow, or today… What time is it?”

But you don’t answer him, sleep having finally come easy to you now that you’ve been taken care of. Jungkook laughs tiredly, smoothing out your hair before softly kissing your head, attempting to succumb to his own slumber that was so rudely interrupted by your whimpers and the dull vibrations of the bullet he hates so much.

Pregnancy is wild.

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“What if it’s two boys?” Seol grins from the chair at the far end of Dr Kim’s purple office, “It’ll be four boys to one girl at home.”

Oh god, truthfully you hadn’t thought of that. You’ll be outnumbered to say the least, and as discovered with Seol potty training boys can be somewhat difficult… And he was only one baby. Your eyes widen, mouth turning dry as Jungkook’s grip on your hand tightens. You’re both looking at the screen expectantly, Dr Kim pressing the medical device into your rounded abdomen to get a better look of the babies.

“I don’t think I could put up with four of you,” You snicker, playfully rolling your eyes, “You two are demanding enough as it is.” Despite Seol being thirteen now he is in fact quite the mommy’s boy, and now that you and Jungkook are back together he too is very needy for your attention. It’s nice though, it’s a lot nicer than things used to be between you both that’s for sure. You wouldn't change this for the world.

“I take it you’re hoping for two baby girls?” Dr Kim asks with a genuine, dimpled grin. Over the course of your pregnancy you’ve grown very fond of Dr Kim, especially since your HG diagnosis. He always checks in on you, never gets angry when Jungkook calls him at 3AM with concerns about your health. He’s just a great doctor, you feel safe in his presence and at this point you’d consider him to be more of a friend rather than a medical professional.

“Or just the one.” Jungkook beams, gnawing his lips anxiously, “One of each doesn’t sound too bad.”

“Well I can tell you that you won’t be blessed with a boy and a girl,” Dr Kim chuckles, “Babies are sharing the same sack meaning they’re identical. So they’re either both girls or both boys.”

Jungkook’s grip on your hand is strong enough for you to frown, wincing slightly. He’s so nervous bless his soul. It’s no secret that he wants to be a girl-dad, even when you were pregnant with Seol he hoped for a girl – longing for a daughter to protect and father, to braid her hair, hold her hand, support her dreams and show her the ways of the world and be her number one fan when she takes it by storm.

Of course he wasn’t disappointed with how things worked out in the end, he loves having a son now, someone to talk to about Marvel superheroes and arm wrestle with. Seol and Jungkook are one of the same, like they’ve been copied and pasted and their bond is unbreakable, they may be father and son but they're also best friends.

However you know that Kook longs for something different, a new parenting experience, and the way his features have washed pale and clammy is just a reminder of how much he’s really hoping for a baby girl. Well, two baby girls.

“We’ll be happy either way.” You smile, glancing at Jungkook who hasn’t stopped sweating or attempting to break your hand since you laid down on the doctors bed.

Kook nods in agreement, though his profile is still crumpled with anxiety, “Right… As long as they’re healthy.”

“Well everything looks good, heartbeats are perfect, babies are as big as they should be things look to be in order and healthy.” Dr Kim smiles, brows raising when he catches sight of something on the monitor you and Jungkook are clearly not noticing, “So would you like to know the gender now? Or we can have it put in an envelope for you to open privately, or we actually sell confetti cannons at the reception if you’re having a gender reveal—”

“Now.” Jungkook’s leg bounces impatiently, “We’d like to know now please.” He lifts your entwined hands to his lips, kissing your fingers gently.

“Y/N?” Dr Kim eyes you cautiously, making sure, “You’re sure you’d like to know?”

“Yes.” You nod quickly, heart racing in your chest which is comically obvious on one of the monitors hooked up to your fingertip. “We’d like to know now please, Seol come over and see!”

Dr Kim uses his right index finger to point to the screen, truthfully the image is nothing more than fuzziness and uncertainty to you, but you can make out the tiny faces that are looking to each other. One baby has their hand up displaying what looks to be a peace sign with their two exceptionally small fingers and you, Jungkook and Seol all laugh.

"That's my girl." Kook gasps, eyes big and rounded with astonishment.

"Or boy." Seol adds, taking pictures of the babies on his phone.

“Okay so do you see this here? This is baby number one’s pelvis,” The Dr is pointing at the screen, Seol is squinting at the image equally as confused as you but Jungkook seems to catch onto something you don’t, his grip loosening.

“Is that… A penis?” He says somewhat sheepishly, disappointment evident in his words.

At this Dr Kim bites back laughter, nose scrunching, “Not quite, that’s baby number two’s foot.”

“Oh.” Kook exhales, and you can’t help but snort. “I don’t see anything…”

“Exactly.” Dr Kim nods, a knowing grin pulling his plump lips when he continues to point at the screen, circling one area, “This is where baby’s penis would be, if she had one.”

Jungkook’s chin quivers, not once does he look away from the television, nor can he stop smiling, “She?” He asks for confirmation, doe-eyes glassy and swimming in emotions.

“She.” The Dr nods again, a heartfelt smile warming his features, “Congratulations mom and dad, you have two healthy baby girls on the way.”

You and Seol share a loving look, “I’m gonna have two little sisters! I can beat up their boyfriends and teach them karate!” He exclaims proudly, “Can I name one of them? That one will be my favourite—”

“That’s not how that works you can’t have a favourite Seol.” You roll your eyes with a giggle, using your free hand to hold your sons.

But to Jungkook your conversation fades to white noise, his heart is racing, grin stretching from ear-to-ear, he’s not sure if he’s even blinked since the revelation was made. He’s going to have two beautiful baby girls, two daughters, two tiny loves of his life to raise and protect. His chest bursts with pride, tears cascading down the skin of his cheeks. He tries to wipe them away with his jacket sleeve but it’s no use, he’s fucking sobbing, breath catching in his throat, vision blurred.

Everything is perfect.