#bts mpreg

[soft-bellied-tannies]

Gain Your Favor

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“Jungkook, for the last time, the Parks were only invited out of courtesy. That omega will never produce an heir looking like that. Pick someone else and that’s final!”

The alpha was seething with anger, tired of his kingdom’s outdated ways, and unwilling to give up on the omega he knew was right for him. He knew the old wives’ tales and generational belief had a hold on every kingdom, but he was tired of it. 

Somehow, a long time ago, it was decided by healers or seers or a combination of both that the measure of fertility in omegas was in their weight. Plump, curvy omegas were seen as the ideal embodiment of the Moon Goddess’ blessing on one’s womb.  

The only people who did not abide by this age-old belief were the Park Kingdom. Their people tended to be quite vain, focused on an ideal version of beauty that they had molded over time into thin, almost underweight omegas. 

Jungkook found it ironic that people believed something so specific that it separated them in such ridiculous ways because this divide was the sole reason keeping him from mating his ideal partner, Park Jimin. 

Compared to the other omegas invited to the Jeon Kingdom for courting selection, Jimin was tiny. Most omegas did everything they could to pack on weight before an opportunity like a kingdom-sponsored courting while the Parks clearly did not care to move away from their beliefs. Jimin was slim and toned, not really an ounce of body fat to him. 

Jungkook couldn’t care less what Jimin looked like because he had fallen for the omega’s lovely personality, bright sense of humor, and challenging level of intelligence. The fact that Jimin was beautiful was simply the cherry on top of everything else. 

However, his parents and the royal court were adamantly against his choice. They had no concern for his happiness, only concerned with the future heirs to continue their reign so his request to court Jimin had been firmly denied. 

But, Jungkook was not going to lie down so easily. His alpha was determined to court Jimin, knowing that he was their destined omega. Uncertain of how to explain his argument, Jungkook could simply sense that they were bound together - blessed by the Moon Goddess in all ways. 

“Three months! Give me three months with Jimin and if he shows all of you that he is fertile then allow me to mate him. That is my final offer,” Jungkook declared, ignoring the surprise on his omega mother’s face as he fought them for the first time in his life. 

There were muffled whispers as his parents spoke to the elders of their royal court, making the decision together. Jungkook stood in front of them unwavering, his head held high and confident in his request. 

Jungkook had discussed it prior with Jimin in the event it came up and his omega was completely on board, uncaring of anyone’s unfounded beliefs and willing to do what it took to stay with his alpha. He was never particularly fond of any kingdom’s rigid societal norms and frankly, couldn’t care less about how much he weighed if it meant he could be with his alpha.

His alpha mother stood and looked at him with what Jungkook saw as a touch of pride that gave him an odd sense of relief. “Fine, we agree. Three months starting today. If we find that he is still unfit at that time, then you will select a better-suited omega.” 

“There is no omega better suited for me than Jimin,” Jungkook replied firmly. 

His mother smirked and nodded her head. “Prove it to me, son.” 

—

Jungkook and Jimin went all in. They were determined to find their happy ending together.

The alpha requested all of Jimin’s favorite foods from the kitchen and they spent every waking moment together. Jungkook let no time go to waste, doing whatever it took to make Jimin his mate.

Picnic dates in the palace gardens filled with hefty meals and sweet treats. Library dates curled up on a chaise lounge while they read the same book, Jungkook consistently feeding his omega bite after bite. Dinner dates with more food in a single meal than Jimin would typically eat in a full day prior to their arrangement. 

For the first month of their little challenge, Jimin couldn’t even remember being hungry because he was so constantly stuffed. His stomach was fighting the form-fitting robes that he brought from home, his body not used to him eating more than a few snacks and a meal per day. 

Unsurprising to Jimin, it was a bit of a struggle at first. Deep down, he would have done whatever it took to stay with Jungkook, but seeing his body change so quickly felt strange.

His hips started to widen, becoming the expected image of birthing hips. His ass and thighs became softer, really adding to the curvy image he was supposed to fulfill. He had to assume that his stomach was starting to pooch out below his belly button when empty, but he was so full and bloated lately that he wasn’t certain. 

Growing up as the omega prince of the Park Kingdom, his diet was chosen for him and he was used to living in a state of hunger. Jimin believed that he was such a multi-talented individual because hunger drove him to find new hobbies as places to focus his mind over the rumbling of his empty stomach.

Jimin knew he would never miss living that way again, however, sometimes it was a bit difficult to set everything else aside and eat. There had been a moment in particular, though, that really helped him overcome those doubts. 

The omega was curled up in front of Jungkook in the library, his back against the alpha’s chest on one of the large lounging beds. Jimin was holding the book they read together while the alpha hand-fed him bites of sweet bread rolls covered in butter and jam. Although Jungkook had called it a snack, Jimin would have said it was his third breakfast of the day which was making itself well-known underneath his constricting robes. 

Feeling the fabric push back against his bloated stomach was becoming a normal sensation, but it also made Jimin a bit self-conscious. He had never experienced his clothes being too small before, let alone the idea that he was meant to sit around and accept that feeling. 

Jimin hadn’t realized that he stopped turning the pages or accepting Jungkook’s continuous bites until the alpha kissed his neck. He had gotten so wrapped up in his thoughts that the omega had been staring at the same page for nearly ten minutes. 

Jungkook noticed the shift immediately, especially with how close he was to Jimin. The omega had gotten a bit tense and took so long to swallow his last bit that the alpha was concerned about him choking. Jimin’s scent also grew a tinge bitter, not enough to cause concern but enough for Jungkook to notice. 

Assuming what the issue may be, Jungkook hesitantly moved both his arms around Jimin’s waist and placed one of his hands on the taut crest of the omega’s stomach. The alpha started a gentle massage, hoping that his touch would seem understanding rather than teasing.

“Are you alright, baby?” Jungkook asked quietly as if there were someone else in the vast library that would be bothered by their voices. 

Jimin shrugged slightly and brought his hands on top of the alpha’s, stopping his movement but also keeping him close. “It’s just…I am…my robes are getting tight.”

“Are you uncomfortable?” Jungkook responded, wanting to tread lightly and ensure that his omega had no physical discomfort before he attempted to address the emotional discomfort that seemed to be happening.

“Not uncomfortable, just different, I guess. I just am a bit worried,” Jimin confessed, trusting the alpha with his vulnerable emotions even if their relationship is still quite new. 

Jungkook stiffened before instinctively leaning in to comfort Jimin with his scent. “Worried about…us?”

Jimin hadn’t meant to let the sound escape, but he whimpered at the thought. He curled farther into Jungkook’s arms in an effort to dispel some of the alpha’s concern. “No, I’m not questioning how much I want to be with you. I don’t think there is another alpha for me, it’s you or no one.” 

Jungkook felt a wave of emotion wash over him - happiness and love for Jimin’s confident admission. However, he also recognized the hesitation that the omega still held onto and needed to do something to help. “What’s worrying you then?” 

“Mainly what will happen if your parents and their court say no. It will be hard enough to part from you and picture you mating someone else, but I can’t imagine going home now. My mother will hide me away and starve me until I’m suitable for their appearances.”

“Jimin…” Jungkook whispered dejectedly, disgusted at the thought of Jimin’s family keeping him captive because of something like his weight. “I know I made the agreement with my parents for three months, but I don’t plan on ever letting you go. I will fight them for you.”

Jimin grew a little misty-eyed and pulled the alpha’s arms around him tighter, melting back into Jungkook’s chest. “I will fight for you too, alpha.” 

Jungkook turned Jimin’s face to give him a soft kiss that seemed to encompass all of his emotions. His arms were an anchor around Jimin’s body that helped him drive away his anxiety.

There was, however, one little thought that was still floating around Jimin’s mind that he couldn’t shake. “Ggukie?” 

The alpha made a quiet sound of acknowledgment and waited for the omega’s question.

“I’m also worried that you might not…want me after you know…” 

In a sudden movement, Jimin was turned around and straddling the alpha’s lap. Jungkook used his strength to position his omega so they could look at each other. He brought his hands up to gently hold Jimin’s face and spoke quietly but confidently between them.

“There will never be a time that I don’t want you. I didn’t fall for you because of your body. Yes, you are the most beautiful omega I’ve ever seen, but this ridiculous show of proving your fertility will not take one bit of your beauty away. You are genuine and intelligent, you have an amazing sense of humor and you are so talented, you are everything I could possibly want in a mate and more. If anything, I think you are more beautiful every day.” 

Jimin felt a few tears run down his cheeks, the words lifting those insecurities from his mind. Jungkook pulled him into his arms and they sat wrapped up in each other for what seemed like hours. 

Once Jimin processed it all and climbed off Jungkook’s lap, he felt like a new person. All the little things that were chipping away at his strong resolve were cast aside. He appreciated the fact that Jungkook fell for him as a person first, allowing him to maintain all of his interests while pursuing him as a mate. 

Other alphas may have been intimidated by Jimin’s impressive skillset as he was expected to be a dainty, spoiled omega. Now, he simply got to share his time and interests with his future alpha while actually eating all the food he desired as a child. 

Even if the insecurities seemed silly looking back, Jimin would never regret conversations like that one - making him feel more loved and appreciated than he had ever felt before. 

Jungkook, on the other hand, had few worries about their situation. The alpha thought Jimin was ethereal and he had no intention of mating anyone other than his omega. 

He had always thought the fertility belief was ridiculous, but seeing his omega growing resplendent, his alpha was at the forefront more than ever. If Jimin was beautiful before, Jungkook was absolutely besotted with his future mate becoming softer. 

Jimin constantly praised him for being a confident, strong alpha who provided for him well. They spent all of their time together and Jungkook wouldn’t have it any other way. He loved the little noises of appreciation Jimin made when he tried new foods for the first time and the more satisfying sounds he made from the pleasure Jungkook was able to give him. 

With their increased time to dedicate to Jimin’s waistline, Jungkook also learned so much more about his omega. He found that his future mate was highly talented in many areas and learned more from Jimin than he ever had from any of his court teachers. The amount of pride his alpha held in his omega grew every day, much like Jimin’s measure of fertility. 

By the end of the first month, Jimin was already in the tailor shop with requests to have his robes let out around his hips and waist. Between his constantly bloated stomach and his widening hips, he was struggling to button some of his outfits. 

It was surprisingly an easy acceptance for the omega compared to the week before when he felt riddled with anxiety about his changing body. Even in his moments alone, Jimin was starting to gain a sense of confidence alongside his new weight. A deep desire of his omega felt nurtured from the entire experience. 

The omega would also admit that it was, in part, due to his discovery of all the wonderful foods in the Jeon kingdom. Jimin assumed that he would have naturally gained weight living there anyway because, in comparison to his home kingdom, there was never a lack of savory dishes and sweet desserts.

Jimin had especially taken a liking to chocolate-filled rice cakes - something he had never tried before. It was rare to find an indulgent sweet in the Park Kingdom and the omega realized how much he had been missing out on in his childhood. Jungkook had the kitchen making them daily for Jimin, essentially feeding the omega full of the soft, sugary dessert until he got tired of it. 

By the end of the second month, Jimin was back in the tailor shop with the hopes that there was still room to let out his robes again. He could barely get some of them over his wide hips and backside after another four weeks of consistent pampering from his alpha. 

There had been quite a few private moments where Jimin stood in front of the mirror and simply analyzed how his body had changed. With the way Jungkook supported him, there was little that the omega was insecure about since their conversation. Looking at the way his once-loose robes stretched across his growing middle was a bit liberating.

Jimin didn’t mind when the tailor said his robes that he brought along from home were a loss, ready to cut ties with his childhood kingdom and thankful for a reason to wear more of his alpha’s clothes. 

His favorite items to steal were Jungkook’s night shirts since Jimin’s slim-fitting silk gowns were the first thing to be outgrown. Most nights, the omega would be spread out in the middle of Jungkook’s bed while the alpha fed him one of his new favorite snacks, a bowl full of fruit and whipped cream. 

Jimin had never known a simple dish could be so sweet and refreshing. Whipped cream had been a new food for him as well and it was quickly becoming his favorite thing to throw on top of whatever he was eating. Although, the bowl of fruit and cream was often paired with a hefty slice of pound cake so it was more of a filling dessert than a midnight snack.

It, of course, had been another long day of eating so Jimin was feeling full. He had been impressed by his growing stomach capacity, eating more in a single day than he could have ever imagined in the past. They had regularly started to reach this point of Jimin allowing Jungkook to feed him basically until he fell asleep. 

That day in particular was filling because Jungkook had taken him to try out the various food stalls in the main square, telling Jimin to pick out whatever he wanted to try. The townspeople were more than willing to let the hopeful crown princes try anything for free even though the couple insisted on paying. 

By the time they made it back to the palace, Jimin felt like he was waddling to accommodate his full stomach. They went straight up to Jungkook’s quarters and the omega napped for the rest of the afternoon. The pair ended up sharing a meal in the alpha’s quarters for dinner as they had been doing more often. 

Jungkook convinced Jimin to eat way more than he should have for dinner leaving him uncomfortable in his already tight clothes. He begged the alpha for a night shirt to change into and Jimin planted himself in the middle of the bed without any intention of moving. 

The alpha climbed up beside Jimin to gently rub his belly and encourage digestion because Jungkook had every intention of feeding his omega one more time before they fell asleep. He loved Jimin’s easy acceptance of Jungkook’s handling and encouragement, the omega content to melt under the alpha’s warm hands. 

It was impressive, at times, to see the tiny omega put away whatever food Jungkook placed in front of him. The alpha knew it was from a place of desire for their relationship to succeed, but it also seemed cathartic for Jimin to stop thinking and just eat. 

Every ounce of determination to win over the royal court and every bit of love Jimin held for his alpha was what truly helped him push past the cues from his body telling him he was full. It felt impossible to walk away without mating Jungkook now. The couple often tried to stay realistic, not wanting to get their hopes up, but it was hard to imagine that the court would say no when seeing their concerted efforts. 

There had been a few moments along the way when Jungkook began to question himself. Not questioning Jimin or the desire to be with him, but questioning if he was doing the right thing. His omega was sacrificing his body and all of the insecurities that came along with it. There had been many quiet nights in Jungkook's quarters when Jimin promised him endlessly that their love was worth anything to him, yet Jungkook couldn't help but worry. 

The alpha's biggest fear was Jimin coming to his senses and realizing that he was the only one sacrificing something. Jungkook did everything to shower Jimin with love and ensure that his omega understood just how much he loved him. Jimin never slowed down and never told him to stop, always whispering sweet words and praise for his alpha in their moments alone. 

Nearing the end of the third month, they went through a final push. Jimin felt even more stuffed now than he did at the beginning. It might have come from a place of stress, determination, or both as he had no intention of being denied his alpha. 

Jimin assumed that Jungkook had some sort of deal with the kitchen staff at this point because any request the alpha made was delivered to their quarters within the hour. Sweet or savory, snack or full meal, morning or night - it didn’t matter what Jungkook’s request was, they seemed more than happy to provide Jimin with endless food options.

Jungkook simply said the kitchen staff loved them, using it as yet another reason for Jimin to be the best choice. A beloved future omega queen was the best possible option for a mate so the alpha wasn’t afraid to use that in his favor. He also explained that they knew the expectations of omegas and wanted to do their best to help Jimin reach their goal. 

In comparison to other omegas in the Jeon Kingdom, Jimin was still on the smaller side with great potential to continue filling out. Jungkook said that people around the palace that wanted to see Jimin as his mate were simply supportive of their efforts. The omega wasn’t as convinced, assuming that Jungkook most likely flirted heavily with the older omegas in the kitchen for his own personal gain of fattening Jimin up. 

Jimin didn’t particularly care what the reason was as long as he was gaining enough to be deemed worthy of being Jungkook’s mate. Not only was Jimin desperate to be with his alpha, but if he were to return home in his current state, Jimin knew he would be hidden away by his parents until he was not at risk of embarrassing them due to their own illogical hang-up on how omegas should look.

With his recently added weight, he had a realization that he was probably the heaviest Park omega to date. Jimin nearly cried tears of laughter as he told Jungkook the way he expected his omega mother to react when she saw him again. While his parents would be able to reason his physical change for their political gain, Jimin knew that both would have a hard time accepting it. 

Although, as he told Jungkook very clearly, Jimin could not care less what his parents thought. All of the kingdoms-wide societal norms were ludicrous in his eyes. He would much rather people look the way they wanted to than how other people wanted them to look - a statement his alpha wholeheartedly agreed with.

On the morning of their appointment with the court physician, Jungkook paced his quarters as Jimin got ready in his dressing room. The alpha was nervous, knowing his parents’ royal court would find any reason to have their way instead of allowing him happiness. 

Jimin was instructed to start fasting the night before after dinner as the court physician needed a clear system to run his tests, whatever they may be. The omega was equally as stressed, but he attempted to stay calm for Jungkook’s sake. 

It had been quite some time since Jimin had seen his stomach completely empty, usually packed full of food all day and still digesting by the time he awoke in the morning from his late-night snacking. He knew that their efforts were strong, but his body more than showed it now. 

With the help of Taehyung, who would hopefully become his future courtier, the tailor designed very specific robes that highlighted his new shape. His hips were perfectly cradled in fabric with a tight stretch across the front that put his growing belly on display. 

Jimin would be the first to admit that his lower half looked incredible, especially his ass. From the side view, he was looking rather rotund in the back - his hips made a lovely wide curve and his soft thighs were hugged by the form-fitting fabric.

The little pooch below his belly button that Jimin had suspected would show itself was actually more of a small yet very noticeable potbelly rounding out on his midsection, more weight sticking to his stomach than he thought possible in just three months' time. It shocked him for a moment to see an actual belly protruding from his middle that wasn’t just bloated with food. 

Knowing the kingdom’s proclivity for plump omegas, Jimin knew that the clothing was made specifically to highlight his size rather than hide it, but a majority of his body’s soft edges were completely created by his and Jungkook’s doing. Strangely enough, that thought made it feel more empowering. 

Jimin felt Jungkook’s hands spread across his midsection, the alpha scenting him deeply as he took in the sight of his omega in the mirror. “Look at you, baby. You are stunning.” 

“Thank you, alpha,” Jimin whispered, leaning back into the alpha’s chest. He felt the warmth of Jungkook’s strong hands on his soft belly, imagining the day when there would be a growing pup to cradle. 

“Gguk?” 

The alpha tensed, feeling the growing sense of anxiety in the omega’s scent. “What’s wrong, baby? Talk to me.” 

“What are we going to do if they say no? What if it’s not enough? What if I’m…I could be infertile. What if-”

“Jimin,” Jungkook said firmly, cutting him off and turning him around. “Listen to me, okay?” 

The omega simply nodded with wide eyes, his hands clinging to Jungkook’s clothes and his eyes brimmed with tears. Jimin had been worried about this day since they made the agreement three months ago and the reality of having an answer in a few hour's time was sending him into a spiral. 

“I can’t promise that your results are going to be perfect or that the court is going to immediately agree, but I can and will promise you this. I love you and I will be your mate. I will do whatever it takes, no matter what the results are today.” 

Jimin fell into Jungkook’s chest, trying to hold back his tears. He let the alpha’s words fill the aching pain in his chest and put his full trust in him. “I love you too. I only ever want you, alpha.” 

A knock at the door broke their intimate moment as Taehyung called out that the court physician was ready from Jimin. The couple stayed hidden in the dressing room for a quiet moment, exchanging a kiss before parting ways. 

Jimin was escorted alone by Taehyung who had complimented him endlessly on how beautiful he looked. It certainly boosted the omega’s confidence which was dwindling in tandem as they drew closer to the physician’s suite. Thankfully, the healer performing the test was Jin who met him with a kind smile that did help some of Jimin’s nerves settle. 

The omega was ushered inside and instructed to drink a cup of medicinal tea while Jin went to address the royal court. The physician was asked for a full fertility panel which is quite a lengthy process so they would be asked to return after lunch for the results. Jungkook, who had no interest in anything other than his omega, walked beside Jin asking a few questions. 

Jin allowed him to wait outside as long as he did so without interruption which Jungkook wholeheartedly agreed. His future court members joined him, knowing the alpha’s struggle. Namjoon tried to comfort him with reasonable points while Yoongi and Hoseok simply told him that there was no doubt that Jimin had changed to fit the expected physique of a Jeon omega.

The hours dragged by as Jungkook paced the hallway, nearly stumbling over when Taehyung opened the door. Without trying to crowd the omega, Jungkook looked at him with a silent yet desperate plea for an update. 

“Jinnie’s almost done,” Taehyung said first, watching as the alpha let out a relieved sigh that did not last for long. “But, Jimin got very dizzy from the blood test and he is still unwell. We need something with your scent to help settle him.” 

Jungkook, without hesitation, removed the sweater he had thrown on top of his normal outfit this morning - not one to typically need additional layers but had felt that he needed it. Now he knew why as Taehyung took it with a smile and turned to go back inside.

The alpha gently wrapped his hand around Taehyung’s arm to stop him. “He’s okay, right?”

Taehyung nodded, his face softening with endearment at the alpha’s genuine concern. “He’s good, Gguk, really. This is a normal side effect that happens all the time. With your scent, Jiminie will be just fine.”

Jungkook looked at him for a moment, seeming to look into his eyes for a sign of any dishonesty, and found none. The alpha nodded and released his hold on Taehyung. “Okay, thanks Tae.” 

“Of course, we only have two things left and they are both simple tests. Jin will be out when he’s finished,” Taehyung explained, returning to the physician’s private suite with Jungkook’s sweater in hand. 

What felt like another hour passed again before Jin was the one to exit this time, finding Jungkook’s eyes immediately. “I’m done. Taehyung is going to stay with Jimin while we go talk to the court.” 

“Is he okay? What were the results?” Jungkook asked, bouncing on his toes in an attempt to hold himself back from breaking down the door to his omega. 

Jin put a gentle hand on the alpha’s shoulder. “Jimin is doing alright. I had to give him a little something for his anxiety so he’ll be out of it for a bit. Your sweater helped a lot too.” 

Jungkook smiled as his alpha preened, filled with pride at being able to comfort his future mate. “The results?”

“I promised to only share them in front of the court.” 

“Jin, please…” 

The beta looked back and forth in the hall to see if anyone was around and simply winked at Jungkook before gesturing for him to follow toward the main hall. The alpha was trying to contain his excitement, knowing that they had no reason to say no if Jin was confident. 

As they entered the main hall, everyone’s eyes went straight to Jin. Jungkook wanted to growl at every member who looked eager to hear a negative result. He couldn’t understand how his parents surrounded themselves with people who could be so hateful toward him for wanting to mate for love. 

“I’ve completed my tests and I have found a conclusive result,” Jin announced in such a professional tone that Jungkook nearly laughed. 

“Please share what you found with us, Physician Kim,” Jungkook’s alpha mother replied, hushing the court members who were already attempting to ask questions.

Jin shared a quick glance and a reassuring nod with Jungkook before saying, “Prince Jimin has, by far, the highest fertility result I have ever seen in my experience as a physician. His positive results were off our standard measuring chart. I have no doubt he would be able to bring the kingdom multiple healthy heirs in his lifetime, especially with a young, strong alpha like Prince Jungkook. From a medical perspective, I believe their mating would result in one of the most successful bonds this land has ever seen.”

Jungkook’s omega mother smiled wider than the alpha had seen in a long time. It brought him indescribable happiness to see his mother so overjoyed for him. “Well, it seems that it should be then. Let us know when you and Jimin would like to hold your mating ceremony.”

Jungkook was choked up, trying his hardest not to cry in front of the court or his parents. “Thank you, Eomma,” he replied with a deep bow before turning to leave the hall without a look back. He needed to get back to Jimin as soon as possible, his alpha was desperate to hold his omega. 

Jin walked beside Jungkook until they exited the room, the doors closing behind them. “Go to him, Gguk. You two deserve this.” 

Without another word, Jungkook went sprinting through the halls back to the physician’s suite where the others were still waiting outside the room. The smile on the alpha’s face was enough for them to know it was good news, watching with their own smiles as Jungkook barely acknowledged them before barreling through the door to his omega’s side. 

—

“Appa! Appa!” 

Jungkook turned around to see his daughter running to catch up with him, stopping him from his current mission to retrieve honey lemon tea for Jimin from the kitchen. He turned and dropped to his knee to meet at her level. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

Jiah took his hand, encouraging him to stand so they could continue walking together. “Eomma needs chocolate!”

“Oh, is that so?” Jungkook replied, endeared by their five-year-old always being so attentive. She had barely been three at the time while Jimin was pregnant with Minjun, their second child, and Jiah was asking him to let her carry things and offering to share her snacks. Although, it wasn’t all attributed to her alpha nature as Jungkook knew a majority of their children’s sweet demeanor came from a certain omega’s perfect parenting. 

Now, Jimin was in his third pregnancy, this time with twins, and their sweet oldest child was no different. Jiah was constantly asking Jungkook what she could do for her mother while Minjun clung to Jimin as much as possible. 

Jungkook passed one of the elder court members in the hall, turning his nose up a bit. Even though seven years had passed since the stressful fight for choosing Jimin, the alpha had not completely forgiven their dispositions. He and Jimin were working now to break down the old way of thinking about omega standards. 

Plus, Jungkook would be the first to admit that he was smug about their mating success - an alpha pup on their first try and now their third pregnancy being multiples really proved them wrong. 

Making their trip to the kitchen quickly, Jungkook and Jiah made their way back to the family quarters with a full set of hot tea for Jimin and an assortment of chocolate options. The omega’s gentle voice filled the room as soon as they opened the door, singing a quiet tune for Minjun who was on the verge of sleep. 

Jiah ran forward quietly, offering his snack selection to Jimin and receiving her mother’s gentle praise. She climbed up next to him, resting her head beside Minjun’s on Jimin’s arm. Jungkook crossed the room to set down the tray he was carrying, gently pouring a cup of tea for Jimin before taking in his favorite sight on their lounging sofa. 

Although he was just six months along with child number three and four, Jimin could easily pass as full term. It was yet another sense of pride for Jungkook that his omega not only carried their pups, but Jimin carried strong, healthy pups every time. 

Jimin had continued to fill out beautifully after their initial three months together. The omega was easily the ideal vision of fertility in the eyes of traditionalist Jeon Kingdom members - impressively wide birthing hips that matched his rotund backside and meaty thighs. 

Outside of pregnancy, Jimin’s belly continued to soften. He was the tailor’s most frequent visitor with his consistently changing shape, preferring his maternity robes all the time after their first pregnancy with how comfortable they were to accommodate his rounded middle. 

One of the memories that made them laugh the most was when Jimin’s mother visited about six months after Jiah was born. She tried so hard to hide her shock at her son’s size, even asking twice during her visit if Jimin was pregnant with a second already. 

Jungkook sat beside Jimin, wrapping his arm around his omega’s shoulders and scenting him softly. Both of their pups made appreciative sounds from the comforting feeling of their parent’s mixed scents. The alpha leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on Jimin’s lips. 

Jimin’s head fell to the side, resting on Jungkook’s arm as he let out a tired sigh. “Growing twins is hard.” 

Jungkook kissed the omega’s forehead and replied, “I can’t even imagine, baby. You are amazing.” 

Before Jimin could say anything else, his stomach let out a quiet rumble. They both laughed as Jungkook reached for one of the chocolate rice cakes to feed his omega. Jimin accepted the bite with a smile and relaxed back into the cushions, used to the care of his loving alpha. 

The room filled with the gentle sleeping sounds of their pups as Jungkook continued to feed his mate some of the post-dinner snacks that Jiah prepared for him. As the alpha ran his hand across Jimin’s belly, Jungkook reminisced on how every moment that led them here was absolutely worth it.

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Several Sentences Sunday

tagged by the darling @perfectlysunny02 who makes me feel so included bless you omfg <3333

(this really IS just gonna be several sentences bc uh.... it's been a rough evening lmao. on that note if you sent me asks i PROMMIE i am getting to them <3)

“Eh, I'd just go and pick up an extra one,” Chimney said about the cribs. “They'll get too big for ‘em in four years, anyway.” “Nah, I stand by what I said: Eddie picked out a really shit bed for our kid,” replied Tommy with a wry grin. “Besides, they won't be too big—Not if I do my job right.” “Uh, what exactly are you suggesting, here, Kinard?” “He wants to build the cribs,” Buck explained. “Something about bunks and salvaged engine parts. I'm not acting like I understand it, but I will admit I think it’s pretty cool.” “You think everything Tommy does is cool,” Chimney deadpanned. “So?” Buck countered with a raised eyebrow. “You do, too. Don’t pretend like you weren’t hyping him up two seconds before I met him. The way I see it, Chim, this is the consequence of your actions. You reap what you sow, man.” “How wonderful for me.”

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[ravenesse]

Borrowed Stars — Chapter 21 🤍

Summary:

"None of his clothes fit him properly anymore

[depressedhouseplant]

🔞 In Darkness I Found You 🔞

I’ve been debating for a long time whether or not to repost this from AO3. This is my biggest “hit” & I have a love/hate relationship with this fic. It took me almost 3.5 yrs to complete including rewriting the last 3rd of it because 2019 Author Emily chickened out where 2023 Author Emily went for the throat. I also haven’t reposted any of my BTS work & I thought it was time. The main pairing is SOPE with a side of Namjin & Taekook. Yes, I was a cliche. Also I want to post some bonus content for this fic for JFW so I need to, like, post the fic itself.

It’s Omegaverse & includes Mpreg, so if that’s something you’re not comfortable with then skip this one. I’ll tag all the relevant info at the beginning of each chapter. Here’s your chapter index:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

[jamesbellyloverr]

[purple-pebbles13]

Please help me find this Jikook fanfic

I don't remember the exact details but it was something like this. I'd really appreciate some help!

Jimin and jungkook live in a foreign country and are married, but it's against jungkook's will because he doesn't like jimin bjt jimin loved jungkook. Jungkook was forced to marry Jimin because Jimin's father owned the land/farm Jungkook's dad previously owned. And because Jungkook"s father is really sick and close to dying, Jungkook marries Jimin so his father can peacefully die on the land that was once his. The only way for jungkook to get a divorce is for him and jimin to have a baby boy (I think it was a boy not sure) as per the contract made by Jimin's dad. Jimin had gotten pregnant once but miscarried. And he gets pregnant again and this is when jungkook realizes he loves jimin.

[rusgoo]

people wanted mpreg hobabibi doodles so i guess i must provide

[omegaminie]

love contract - jikook office a/b/o au

Summary:

To become the new CEO of Park Cosmetics, Omega Jimin must have a husband and create an heir.

After a one night stand with his Alpha assistant Jungkook, he decides to marry the Alpha and have his child.

[soft-bellied-tannies]

Hello friends! 💜

I am not new to writing fanfic, but I am new to writing this style. I hope you enjoy my little stories and feel free to share your thoughts and ideas with me. :)

Tags I will write:

Feedism

ABO/Mpreg

Stuffing/Overeating

Button Popping

Mutual Gaining

Force Feeding/Funnel Feeding

Tags I will not write:

Death Feederism

Immobility

SA/Non-con

Torture

Scat/Emeto

Vore

Feel free to send in asks/requests for things you may like to see or ask questions about my writing! <3

Check out soft-bellied-tannies on AO3 to these stories there too! Some have bonus scenes and extra chapters!

SBT 20 Days of Chub: Jikook Edition on AO3

SBT Little Bites Collection Series on AO3

Fic Recommendations Post

✨ Master list ✨

The Heaviest of Sympathies - Vminkook ABO, chubby Taehyung/Jungkook

Happy = Plump - OT7 ABO, chubby Jin/Yoongi/Jimin

A Hefty Reunion - Taegiseok w/ minor Jikook, chubby Yoongi

Poorly Kept Secrets - Vminkook, chubby Taehyung

Noticing the Little Things - Jikook, chubby Jimin

Coping Together - Sopejikook, chubby Hobi

What A Nice Surprise - Namgiseok, chubby Namjoon

Funnel of Love (Pt. 1, Pt. 2) - Jikook, chubby Jungkook

Gaining Weight and Love (Pt. 1, Pt. 2) - Sopejikook, chubby Jimin/Jungkook

Embrace It, Don't Envy It - OT7 ABO w/ Jinmin focus, chubby Jin

Fulfilling Your Desire - Vmin, chubby Taehyung

Heavy Wagers - OT7 ABO, chubby Namjoon/Hoseok/Jungkook

The Occasional Gain (Pt. 1, Pt. 2) - Jikook, chubby Jimin

The Gift of Gain - OT7 Witch Coven, chubby Taehyung

Highs and Lows of the Gain - Jikook, chubby Jimin

Real Baby or Food Baby? - Jikook ABO, chubby Jimin

High Quantity Content - Jikook, chubby Jungkook

Putting the Big in Big Boss - OT7 ABO, chubby Yoongi

And They Were Roommates - Jikook, chubby Jungkook

The Heavy Weight of Healing - Jikook, chubby Jimin

Snack Conditioning - Namjin, chubby Namjoon

Hidden Beneath the Laces - Minimoni ABO, chubby Jimin

Hormonal Havoc - OT7 ABO, chubby Yoongi/Jimin

Weight of Perfection - Jikook ABO, chubby Jungkook

Baked With Love - OT7 ABO, chubby Jimin

Everyone's A Winner - Jikook, chubby Jungkook

Be Good and Pop Your Buttons - VMin, chubby Jimin

Metabolism Mismatch - Jikook, chubby Jimin

Our Big Ol’ Teddy Bear - Sopemin, chubby Yoongi

Gain Your Favor - Jikook, chubby Jimin

The Final Performance - Yoonmin, chubby Yoongi

Stop Thinking & Just Listen - Sope, chubby Yoongi

Fit to Fat and the Reverse - Yoonmin, chubby Yoongi

Date Night Debauchery - Sope, chubby Yoongi

A Dinner and Dessert Too Many - OT7, Jungkook focus

Always Check the Weight Limit - Sopemin, chubby Yoongi

Real Baby or Food Baby? Again? - Jikook, chubby Jimin

One Year Older and Another Size Up - OT7 ABO, chubby Jimin

Supernatural Buffet - OT7 supernatural, chubby Yoongi

The Magic of Modeling - OT7 Magic AU, chubby Taehyung

Full, Fuller, Fullest - Jikook, chubby Jimin

Hidden Intentions - OT7, chubby Namjoon/Yoongi/Jimin

Well, That Was Unexpected - Sope, chubby Yoongi

Room For One More? - Sopemin, chubby Yoongi/Jimin

Thrill of the Gain - Yoonminkook, chubby Jimin

Letting Go - Yoonmin, chubby Yoongi/Jimin

[comfortjoonie]

MOONCHILD: THE JOURNEY CHAPTER TWO

ok so i've officially decided to make Namjoon's pregnancy a series! here's chapter one: chapter one

I hope you guys enjoy!!

TW: Pregnancy, hospitals, emeto

The whole car ride, Namjoon is silent and far too pale.  He’s holding his stomach with his head resting against the window.  Yoongi’s hand is on his shoulder, telling him how much longer it’ll be until they’re at the hospital every few minutes.  When they pull up in the parking lot, Yoongi has to help his husband out of the car and into the waiting room where he sits down.  Yoongi checks him in, and only five minutes later they’re given a private room and told the doctor will be in shortly.

Namjoon looks exhausted in his hospital bed.  The fatigue is no joke during his first trimester, and all the vomiting makes it worse.

A male doctor walks in with a bright smile at the two of them.  “What brings you here today?” he asks.

“It’s my husband,” Yoongi says.  “He’s nine weeks pregnant now and he’s just been vomiting every day.”

“Alright.  So morning sickness is pretty typical for pregnancy,” the doctor says.

“He’s been sick all day, every day,” Yoongi says.  “It’s more than just morning sickness.”

“Namjoon, how bad would you say the nausea is when you’re not vomiting?” the doctor asks.

“Bad,” Namjoon says.

“He’s been losing a lot of weight.  He hasn’t been able to work out at all,” Yoongi says.

“It sounds like hyperemesis to me.  I can give you some medication and if you’d like, we can keep him here today for IV fluids.  But I believe that the medication will bring him enough comfort to drink and eat.  Besides that, I’d just try to wait the sickness out until the second trimester starts.”  The doctor smiles.  “Would you like to stay and have fluids today?”

Namjoon shakes his head before Yoongi can say anything.  “No, thank you.  I’d like to go home.”

“Great.  I’ll get some medicine from the pharmacy, then.”  The doctor leaves, and Namjoon sighs.

“Namjoonie, why would you refuse?”

“Hyung, I hate hospitals.  I don’t want to stay here any longer.  The medicine should help, anyways, right?”  Namjoon asks.

“I…yes, Joonie, but I’m still worried about you.  I know I wasn’t born with the ability to carry and I don’t know much about pregnancy, but this really doesn’t seem normal to me.”

“It’ll all work out in the end, hyung,” Namjoon says, but he doesn’t sound so sure.  The doctor returns with two boxes of medicine.

“I’ll give you one of these now.  Just take one whenever you start to feel like you might be sick.  Put it under your tongue and let it dissolve.”  Namjoon sighs in relief.  He’s been terrible at swallowing pills this pregnancy.  It makes him so much more nauseous.  A tablet like this is much better.  “Now, I don’t recommend taking these first thing in the morning.  They probably won’t be able to stop morning sickness, but later in the day, like after lunch, you can start taking them,” the doctor instructs.

“Thank you,” Yoongi says, grabbing the boxes bowing to him.

“No problem.  If this continues, talk to your regular doctor and see what she can do to help.  You’re free to go home now.”

—-------

When Namjoon and Yoongi arrive at the dorms, the others are waiting by the front door for them.  Namjoon brushes past them and goes to his room.  He still feels nauseous, but not like he’s going to throw up instantly.

“What happened, hyung?” Hoseok asks while Yoongi sets down his stuff.  Yoongi said he wouldn’t tell the others, but he’s having a hard time lying to them.

“We went to the hospital.  Joon hasn’t been able to keep barely anything down these past couple of days.”

“Oh, no.  Poor Joonie,” Jimin says softly.

“The doctor gave us some medicine, but I’m not sure it’ll work.  I think for today I’ll just let him rest.  What time is the photoshoot tomorrow?”

“10 AM,” Jin says.  “Do you think he can make it?”

“I’ll talk to him in the morning,” Yoongi says.  “He’ll probably want to push through, but I’m not sure that it’s what’s best.  His hiatus is announced tomorrow, so it’s not that big of a deal if he misses the photoshoot.”

“We don’t want to leave him here all by himself, though, do we?” Jin asks, and Yoongi sighs.

“I don’t know.  I mean, the fans don’t know anything yet.  They don’t even know Namjoon and I are married.  They didn’t even know we started dating five years ago.  So it’s not like I can stay back with him.  They’d get suspicious if two of us were missing again.”  Yoongi sighs.  “We’ll just take this one step at a time.  For now, we should have lunch.”

All the members nod and resume whatever they were doing before they realized Namjoon and Yoongi were gone – Jungkook and Taehyung playing a video game, Jin cooking lunch, and Hoseok and Jimin reading books on the chairs.

Yoongi goes to his and Namjoon’s room to check on the younger.  Namjoon is curled up on his side of the bed, looking way better than before but still a little pale.

“How are you feeling, Joonie?” Yoongi asks.

“A little better,” Namjoon responds.  Yoongi gives Namjoon a kiss on the forehead.

“You look better than before, honey.  Your face isn’t so pale.”  Namjoon nods a little.

“I still feel a little nauseous.  Just not like I’m going to throw up anymore.”

“That’s better.  Seokjin-hyung is making lunch for us.  He’s almost done.  Are you gonna come out or do you want me to bring the food in here for you?”

“I’ll come out.  I don’t want anyone to be worried,” Namjoon says.

“Do you need help standing up?” Yoongi asks.

Namjoon stands up by himself in response.  Together, the two of them walk back to the dining room, where Seokjin is putting out the bowls of soup.  Namjoon’s nose wrinkles at the smell.

He sits down and takes a bite.  As always, Seokjin’s cooking is delicious.  “Thank you, hyung,” he says, and Seokjin smiles back at him.

A conversation starts between the six members that aren’t Namjoon, and he listens attentively as he eats his soup more.  He hadn’t realized how hungry he was, and he eats it all too fast before it starts to hurt his stomach.  It cramps, and he hisses and grimaces.  “Hyung?” Jungkook asks.  “Everything okay?”

“It’s fine – my stomach is just bothering me,” he responds, putting a hand over the small bump.

“Do you need to throw up?” Seokjin asks.  He’s seen plenty of Namjoon being sick these past weeks, and he’s ready to take the younger to the bathroom at any time necessary.

“No.  It’s fine.”

“We heard you had to go to the hospital, Joonie.  Are you feeling a little better now?” Hoseok asks.  Yoongi curses under his breath.  He’d forgotten to tell the others not to tell Namjoon they knew about the hospital.

“You told them?” Namjoon asks his husband, betrayal in his eyes.

“I…had to, Joonie.  I wasn’t going to lie to them.”

“I hate you!” Namjoon shouts, getting up and leaving the table.  Yoongi sighs.  He knows Namjoon doesn’t mean it.  It’s just the hormones.  But he still hates making his husband feel upset.

Namjoon already has tears in his eyes as he’s running back to the bedroom, but he doesn’t pay attention to the clothes that Jungkook left on the ground in the hallway.  Before he can get around them, he slips, twisting his ankle harshly.  He hears a loud cracking sound and cries out in pain, silently wishing for Yoongi to come help him up.  He already feels terrible for lashing out.  The pain shoots up his leg.  It’s worse than the last time he sprained his ankle.  He pulls up his pant leg and nearly vomits at the sight.  His ankle is twisted to the side and already swelling up.  He wants Yoongi.  The pain is just getting worse by the second.  He can’t walk all the way back down the stairs and to the dining room now.  Then he realizes Yoongi probably doesn’t even want to talk to him right now.  He drags himself to their bedroom and is able to get on the bed through the pain.

Yoongi feels awful.  He knows he shouldn’t have said anything.  But he couldn’t lie to his members.  Not even for Namjoon.  He needs to go check on him.

“I’m gonna go check on Namjoonie,” Yoongi says, standing up.  He walks up the stairs and avoids Jungkook’s clothes on the ground.  The door to their bedroom is wide open and he can instantly tell something is wrong.  Namjoon is lying on the bed, breathing heavily.  He’s in pain.  “Joon?” Yoongi asks softly.

“I’m sorry,” Namjoon cries.  “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s ok, Joonie.  I know it’s just the hormones.  What’s wrong?”  Namjoon points down to his left ankle.  Yoongi gasps.  “Joonie, we need to go to the hospital.”  Namjoon’s ankle is misshapen, swollen, and bruised.  Namjoon shakes his head.

Jungkook appears in the doorway.  “I heard Namjoon crying.  What’s wrong?” he asks, then sees Namjoon’s ankle.  “Oh, crap.  Hyung, we need to get him to the hospital,” he says.

“Can you carry him?”

“On my back?  I don’t want to press against his stomach too much.  I don’t want to hurt the baby,” Jungkook says.

“It’ll be fine,” Yoongi says.  Jungkook comes over to the bed and stands in front of it, Yoongi lifting Namjoon onto the maknae’s back.

“I’m going to go slowly, hyung,” Jungkook says, holding Namjoon’s legs.  He walks down the stairs as carefully as possible, Yoongi following him.  They pass through the dining room, and Seokjin stands up.

“What’s going on?”

“He broke his ankle,” Yoongi says. “We’re going to the emergency room.”

“I’ll come,” Seokjin says, starting to follow them.

“Let me come, too,” Jimin says.

“Sorry, Jiminie.  Only three visitors at a time are allowed.

With that, the four leave and go to Jungkook’s car.  Yoongi and Namjoon sit in the back, Namjoon resting his foot on the older’s lap.  Jungkook speeds through several red lights to get to the hospital.  Every bump jolts Namjoon’s ankle and sends a sharp pain through it.  As soon as they pull up, Seokjin runs into the ER and comes back with a wheelchair and a nurse, who helps Namjoon into it.

Namjoon tries not to pass out from the pain as they wheel him into a room and lift him onto the bed.  Getting into the X-ray machine is hard on Namjoon.  But he does it.  When they get back into the room, he feels badly nauseous again.

“Hyung…” Namjoon says.

“What?” Yoongi and Seokjin say in unison.

“I need a bag…” Yoongi quickly grabs an emesis bag and hands it to Namjoon, who starts throwing up harshly.  Yoongi rubs his back.

“It’s okay, Joonie.  You’re okay,” he says comfortingly.  “You’re gonna be ok.”  Namjoon hands the bag to Yoongi when he’s done, who ties it off and brings it out to throw it away.  When he comes back in, the female doctor is already there.

“Namjoon has a very seriously broken ankle.”  Yoongi presses his lips together.  “When was the last time he ate?”

“Just 30 minutes ago.  But he just threw up.”

“And he’s how far along?”

“Nine weeks.”

“I hate to inform you of this, but if Namjoon wants to dance again…”

Yoongi’s heart pounds.

“He needs surgery.”

[sickybubbies]

A/n: lil drabble since i’m a sucker for mpreg and sope ahahaha 

I think my writing has improved? Please let me know if it has/hasn’t! 

Tw: slightly graphic depiction of vomit, male pregnancy 

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Yoongi hums to himself, absentmindedly as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes. His fingers wring around Hoseok’s, giving them a generous squeeze while he’s at it and bringing it up to his pouty, pink lips. He purses them, a bit retaliated as it colides with the medicinal tape wrapped over the top of his hand. “My poor baby..” He coos and yawns again. 

It isn’t his fault that they’re camped out in the dim, plain and bleak hospital room and Yoongi had no right to complain. In fact, they were there for good reasons. Hoseok was finally in labor, the two just hours away from greeting their miracle baby that the two desperately hoped and prayed for.  The man shook off the slumber that’s threatening to overtake him, replacing it with some comforting and doting actions instead. Yoongi leans down, his lips pressing into the baby bump whilst his hand cups under it. “So proud of you.” He whispers, feeling it tense and contract from under the hospital gown. 

It makes Hoseok stir, a small groan escaping from his lips as his eyes begin to flicker open. His head is fogged, he can’t register anything but a familiar pain that gradually intensifies. Instantly, his eyes dart for Yoongi and squint in a helpless, sad manner. Yoongi is quick to console. “Hey, hey bug, it’s okay” His voice is calm, smooth and velvety while Hoseok reaches for him.  Arms are strung around shoulders, Hoseok pressing his cheek firmly into Yoongi’s bicep as he squeezes him with a whimper. “I-It’s happening again..”  Yoongi lifts his head, whilst propping his chin against the younger’s matted hair his eyes steer over to the machine a couple inches away from the hospital bed. Gridded paper is scratching out in steady beats, stiff peaks forming along the chart and measuring the contraction from the belt strapped to Hoseok’s engorged belly. “I know, I see it” He assures his boyfriend, pulling him closer and rubbing gently along his spine. “You’re okay, deep breaths, Count to 10 with me” 

“1..owww!” Hoseok cries, his stomach seizing more. He pants, heavy and laboured against Yoongi’s support. “Agh fuck, fuck!” He hides his face into his boyfriend’s chest, muffling the pained profanities as the fiery sensation soars across his stomach and makes it spasm. His belly grumbles lowly, breaking into a thin layer of sweat as he feels nausea coil around his insides because of all the discomfort.  “I’ve got you, jeez Hobi, I thought it couldn’t get any worse than the last one you had.” Yoongi spurts aimlessly, holding his lover in his arms and cringing at the sounds his laboring boyfriend was projecting. He cares less about dignity, pulling apart the curtains of behind his gown and begins to rub circles into Hoseok’s bare back going as low as where his rear begins. “There’s still ice, do you want any ice, love?” He offers. 

Ice does seem like it would sooth Hoseok’s stomach, if he wasn’t met with a splurge of acid when he burps silently. The nausea hits him like a thunderclap, drool threatening to spill out of his mouth. He shakes his head. “I’m gonna vomit.” He responds thickly.  Yoongi frowns, pulling away from Hoseok as he stays upright and stiff. He reaches for the bowl on the nightstand next to his stool, tucking it under his chin. “Here, get it all in this Hobi.” His fingers splay around the side and bend under the bowl, holding it close for him and sweeping any hair back. 

Hoseok’s face contorts, saliva layering his tongue. “H’Argh!-” He belches, vomit spilling into the tub with his head ducking inwards, Yoongi remains rigid, on the inside his heart is clenching. Hoseok looks like he’s had an out-of-body experience in the brief moment, his eyes wide and dazed as it trickles out of his ajar mouth.  “Let it all out, nice and easy” Yoongi interjects, even though it isn’t looking that easy at all. He pats between Hoseok’s shoulder blades, which are riling up for another round. Yoongi watches as his tounge juts past his bottom lip, curling inwards like a shovel and vomit begins to pour out of it alongside a deep gurgle from his throat. “That’s it bug, good job. You’re doing okay”  He stretches for a wad of napkins, they rest against Hoseok’s shoulder as he gets steadied and doesn’t dive into the vomit with how harshly he’s lurching forward. Yoongi was now desensitized because of Hoseok’s morning sickness throughout the pregnancy, he could stand and watch the gore unphased.  “Hrrph!-” Hoseok retches again, more stomach liquid spraying out of him, he’s convinced the contraction is pushing up more than needs to come out towards his esophageous and hopes it stops soon. The vomit tapers into small streams, resorting in his stomach twisting as he dry heaves over the bowl. “Are you done?” Yoongi asks beside him.  “I-I think so..” Hoseok coughs and splutters, choking on a dry heave. He draws in a breath, lungs no longer feeling robbed of it’s function like it was with the vomiting. He feels Yoongi press napkins against his wet, sticky lips, wiping away any residue and starts to lean back into the pillows again.  Yoongi stares at the stomach contents, it’s mostly water and stomach bile that’s been brought up. He can’t wait to give him real food soon, which hopefully wouldn’t make an appearance hereafter. “I’ll go tip this out, how’s the contraction?”  The reciepient nods, leaning into Yoongi as he places a gentle kiss to the crown of his head and twindles some of his hair. “Better,” He hums, arms caving around his baby bump as he watches the older leave to the adjacent bathroom and Hoseok sighs. He anticipated a baby in his arms and no more vomit spells in just a while. 

[sickiesope]

I haven't done mpreg in forever! This was an old WIP from months ago that I just kept adding to randomly. Enjoy! :)

Unexpected (pt. 1)

Sickie: Jungkook

Caretaker: Taehyung

TW: mpreg, emeto

Jungkook's been finding it harder to get out of bed lately. His alarm goes off at the same time but he's pressing snooze more often. Sometimes his hyungs have to help him get up.

This morning Jungkook wakes up slightly nauseous. He wanted to snooze again so badly but would get scolded. Jungkook drags himself out of bed, contemplating throwing up. But then decided he isn't sick enough and that's not how he wants to start his day.

Jungkook trudges into the kitchen yawning. He crinkles his nose at the smell of breakfast and coffee being made.

Jungkook looks at the meat on the stove and something about it makes his stomach queasy. He gulps and backs away slowly. When Yoongi pours the coffee the sight of it makes him gag and he runs out.

Jungkook bursts into the bathroom while Jimin's brushing his teeth, startling him. "Whoa Kookie, what're you doing?"

Jungkook hastily lifts the toilet seat and pukes in the bowl. Jimin stands there in shock with his toothbrush still in his mouth. He isn't sure what to do as Jungkook retches bent over the toilet.

Taehyung comes in "Kook, Yoongi hyung said you looked sick??"

Jungkook looks up briefly "hyung --" he gags and turns back to vomit again. Jimin leaves the bathroom, giving the couple their space.

"Did you wake up like this?" Taehyung questions, rubbing his shoulder.

"Um, k-kind of" Jungkook stutters. He can't believe what just happened, that came out of nowhere.

"Oh no, I wish you told me earlier baby.." Taehyung naturally worries for his boyfriend. "How do you feel now?"

"I'm...okay now." Jungkook gets up after his stomach calms down. He stares at the mess in confusion. "Hm, that was weird.."

Taehyung expressed concern but Jungkook assured he was fine and that was just a random thing.

Taehyung kept an eye on him and Jungkook did seem better, but still looked a little weary. Jungkook felt like he could fall asleep in his chair when getting his hair done. Then he had another close call during wardrobe fitting. A small wave of nausea came on but he was able to brush it off.

****

4 days later:

The members are getting worried. Jungkook's still randomly throwing up and looking run-down. But of course Jungkook puts on a front that he's fine.

Dance practice feels extra hard and they're only halfway. This constant sickness has him feeling weaker.

"Jungkookie, are you okay?" Hoseok saw him in the mirror holding his stomach.

"Mhm" Jungkook nods and straightens his back. He's fighting waves of nausea and trying to keep his stomach at bay.

They start the music again but Jungkook stops mid song. It got too difficult and Jungkook's hand goes to his mouth and he stumbles to the trash, gagging. Vomit spills out and he's heaving roughly "ughh" JK groans and lurches forward with another retch.

Taehyung rushes to him "Oh no, you're sick again Kookie??"

Jungkook sighs "I guess breakfast just didn't agree with me."

"It hasn't agreed with you all week" Taehyung points out. "Something is clearly wrong here Kook, please talk to me!"

"I don't know, I just.. haven't felt like myself lately" Jungkook sighs. He doesn't want to do this right now.

"I can still go, I feel better now, really!" Jungkook goes right back to his spot. Taehyung looks at him like he's crazy.

Hoseok speaks up "actually, I think we should wrap it up."

Jungkook slumps his shoulders, he wanted to practice longer. "What? Hyung --"

"We still got a good head start today" Hoseok pats Jungkook's shoulder. "But I think you need some more rest." Hoseok knows the maknae can be stubborn when he's sick. Jungkook sighs but nods, accepting the compromise.

****

Jungkook's been extra clingy lately and wants to be with Taehyung at all times. His shoulder is his place to lean on when he's tired or after being sick.

Taehyung desperately wants to figure out Jungkook's illness. It isn't food poisoning and doesn't look like a virus. He couldn't help noticing it mostly happens in the morning. He also noticed the changes in Jungkook's behavior. Taehyung doesn't know forsure but he's getting an idea...

Jungkook vomits in the toilet again and sighs. His breakfast only lasted five minutes in his stomach. "Ughh, what's going on with me??" He's starting to get frustrated.

"Jungkookie" Taehyung has a worried look but also like a slight smile. "Do you think.. you could be pregnant?.."

Jungkook raised his eyebrows. "What? I mean, I don't know.." He thinks and realizes Taehyung might be right. He's been feeling so weird overall.

Jungkook's eyes and smile widen as the results appear. "Hyung, look at this!!"

Taehyung's face is just as excited "you're pregnant!! " Taehyung pulls Jungkook into a bear hug, squeezing him tight.

"Ack -- Tae --" Jungkook gags and turns to the sink

"Oh gosh, I'm sorry Kookie!" Taehyung worries.

"No no, it's okay hyung" Jungkook laughs. He's so ecstatic nothing can stop it. "We're having a baby!"

Taehyung rubs Jungkook's lower stomach and smiles admirably. Jungkook can definitely get used to that sight for the next months.

"So how are we gonna tell the others?"

[ravenesse]

Borrowed Stars — Taejin Fanfic ❤️‍🩹

Summary:

After the raid of an illegal omega brothel, Taehyung is forced to take Seokjin home with him as a mate.

▫️ rated E 🔞

▫️ 40k+ words

▫️ abo, angst, hurt/comfort

[soft-for-yoongi]

Mpreg (sick JK)

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Sick: Jungkook

Caretaker: Jimin

Tw: emeto, vom**, throwing up, nausea, mpreg

Word count: 593

(Jungkook is feeling sick and miserable while Jimin is at work. When he comes home, he imidiantly dots on Jungkook)

(Ahh, this is my first time writing mpreg, and it is very short, so I apologise for that!!! I hope it's somewhat half decent and you at least semi-enjoy reading this 🥴) (ahhh, the ending definitely could be improved..)

(This gif is so cute, I just wish it was better quality)

(Next posts will be some requests!!!!! Anons, if you see this, don't worry, your fics are coming!!!!)

(Title suggestions for this? 🥺)

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Jungkook misses his abs. Being 5 months pregnant, he's sick of feeling sick. Jungkook hates the mornings where he simply just can't. He can't work, can't eat, can't sleep. (He may also just be a little hormonal)

Jungkook lays a hand ontop of the soft curve of his stomach, waiting patiently for Jimin to get home. The elder forced him to stay home after he'd spent early hours of the morning throwing up his dinner.

Jungkook managed to doze off in bed for a short while, however, his back started to get sore and he couldn't fall back asleep. He then relocated himself to the couch, turning on the tv to watch a random kdrama. He forced himself to nibble on some crackers and sip water, thinking of the baby. Unfortunately, his stomach revolted against the meager sustenance, prompting him to hastily grab a nearby trash can to cope with the overwhelming waves of nausea.

But right now Jungkook is almost close to tears, rubbing his stomach pitifully and debating asking Jimin when he'll be home. The crackers have been given up and Jungkook can't concentrate on the tv long enough so he turns that off too.

Jimin did offer to stay behind from work but Jungkook reassured the dancer that he'd be okay and his morning sickness had been improving. Thankfully—Jimin suspected the younger just felt bad keeping him from working, so instead of his usual 5:30 knock off time, Jungkook heard the soft click of the door at just 4:15.

"Hey Jungkookie, I'm back early." Jimin said into the apartment, looking around to see where Jungkook was. "Hyungie.." Jungkook moaned from the couch. Jimin frowned worriedly, putting his things down and walking to where Jungkook is.

The sight is endearing but sad, Jungkook's cute belly pointing to the ceiling and pale face screwed up. "Hey, bunny.. not feeling the best?" Jimin squats in front of the couch, combing Jungkook's hair and giving him a gentle kiss on the forehead.

Jimin notices the crackers and bin beside him, happy the youngest made an effort to eat. Jungkook doesn't have the energy so he just shakes his head, eyes closed and hand reaching for Jimin's. He gladly takes Jungkook's palm in his.

"Has it been like this all day, Kookie?" Jimin asks, Jungkook pauses before trying to answer, stomach sloshing violently and he sits up on his elbows. Jungkook reaches for the bin and Jimin quickly passes it, holding it under the younger's chin.

Jimin suspected this might happen, Jungkook's pale features gave it away when he laid eyes on him. "Deep breaths, lovey." Jimin encourages just as Jungkook hiccups and a rush of puke lands in the bin. Jungkook cradles his middle and coughs up remnants of the crackers.

"Ugh.. that was the first time I've thrown up since this mornin'.." Jungkook says, spitting into the bin before moving to sit comfortably on the couch. Jimin sits beside the younger, smoothing back Jungkook's hair. "I've been feeling sick all day, hyungie.." Jungkook sniffles and Jimin worries that he's about to cry.

"Aww Kookie, you poor thing.." Jimin kisses Jungkook's forehead. "In the next appointment we can ask the doctor for something to help your morning sickness." Jimin places his hand softly on Jungkook's belly, checking for a negative response before slowly rubbing circles.

"This feel nice?" Jimin asks, gaining a nod. Jimin hopes that in a couple weeks Jungkook won't have to be stuck at home feeling sick, he doesn't think he can handle seeing Jungkook this run down.

[depressedhouseplant]

🔞 In Darkness I Found You 🔞

Synopsis: In which alpha Hobi finds a severely injured omega in his front yard during a storm and discovers the horrible path that lead him to Hobi in the first place

Tags: Mentions of rape, forced pregnancy, & restraints

Hobi picked up his head from what he was doing on the computer when the flood light went on in the front yard. It was pouring rain outside & the only thing that could possibly set it off was something large moving. 

“Tae did you leave one of the dogs out?” he yelled down the stairs to his younger brother. 

“No, they’re right here!” Tae yelled back. Hobi closed his laptop and went downstairs. 

“Didn’t you see the light go off?” he asked. 

“It’s probably just a deer or something,” Tae replied clearly unwilling to go outside and check. They lived on a horse farm out in the country with their nearest neighbors 6 miles away. 

“Fine, I’ll check,” Hobi pulled on his boots and rain jacket. The downside of having 2 Alphas living in the same house was little tasks like checking for possible intruders were deadlocked longer than they should’ve been. The light had gone out by the time Hobi got out there. It was raining so hard that he could barely see in front of him. The light went back on and he smelled it before he saw it. 

There was a person collapsed in the grass, specifically an Omega in severe distress. The smell almost knocked him over. He jogged over and scooped up the young male. He was still alive, but even in the darkness of the storm, Hobi could tell he was in bad shape. 

“Tae, open the door!” he yelled. The irritated look on his brother’s face disappeared when he saw the Omega in Hobi’s arms. 

“Put him in the bathroom,” Tae said and went to get his bag. He was a nurse and Hobi was a vet, so this Omega had lost his energy in the best yard for miles. Hobi lied him down on the bath mat and finally got a good look at him. He was muddy from where he’d fallen. His clothes were old and worn out. He was thin, but the type of thin where he’d been fed one step above what he needed to survive. Hobi thought he saw blood in between his legs. He may have just given birth. But an Omega wouldn’t leave his newborn pup behind. Would he? Hobi didn’t know much about Omegas other than the ones Tae told him about from the hospital. Neither he nor Tae had considered taking mates. They were content with their jobs, animals, and sniping at each other like siblings do, especially 2 Alpha siblings. The Omega looked up at Hobi. He was clearly confused and exhausted. 

“It’s okay. We’re going to help you,” Hobi reassured him. “My name is Hobi.”

He tried to speak, but nothing came out.  

“That’s okay, I’ll learn your name soon enough,” Hobi smiled at him. He had no idea why he was smiling at him. Maybe because it reassured him, too. He’d spent years working with skittish horses and it was serving him well now. 

“Okay, let's get a look at you,” Tae said. As he went to check the Omega’s breathing with his stethoscope, the Omega suddenly got wild eyed and started whining. He tried to get away, but was too weak to do more than a half roll. Hobi looped his arm under the Omega’s arms & pulled him up into sitting position. He sat behind him bolstering the Omega’s back against his chest. 

“He’s not going to hurt you. This is my brother Tae. He’s going to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself when you fell. Nod if you understand me,” Hobi said. The Omega nodded against Hobi’s chest. 

“We’re gonna have to clean him up, too,” Tae said. “Though I think I know what’s going on here.”

“What?” Hobi asked. Tae looked at the Omega. 

“Have you been pregnant before?” he asked.

The Omega nodded. 

“More than 3 times since you presented?” Tae continued.

The Omega nodded again. 

“He’s a Breeder,” Tae sighed. 

“Isn’t that illegal?” Hobi asked.

“Very,” Tae confirmed.

“I know you won’t like this, but once we get you cleaned up I’m going to have to examine you. Since you were bleeding I want to make sure you won’t get an infection. Okay?” Tae said to the Omega. He nodded. 

“I’ll help get you washed up,” Hobi said. The Omega started to shake a little and smell like fear. “I’m not going to do that to you. I’m just going to clean you up so Tae can make sure you’re okay.” The Omega stopped shaking, but the scent of fear stayed. 

“I’ll be outside,” Tae said. Hobi started to fill the tub. He consistently soothed him like he did with the horses while he helped him get undressed and in the tub. As the mud washed off, Hobi noticed scars on his wrists and ankles from being tied up. If he really was a Breeder, that wasn’t a surprise. Omegas with desirable traits, such as a certain eye color or body type, were allegedly paid to mate with Alphas and produce equally desirable pups. The reality of the situation was they were kept as hostages and almost constantly pregnant. The practice had been outlawed decades ago. The fact that this Omega was showing obvious signs of being a Breeder meant one of their neighbors was engaging in one hell of a sketchy stream of income. 

“I’m going to go get Tae now. Will you be okay in here for a minute by yourself?” Hobi asked as he drained the tub and helped the Omega out into a towel. He nodded. Hobi helped him towel off, careful to avoid his crotch and any indication he might be interested in knotting him, then sat him back on the floor against the wall. “I’ll get some clean clothes for you, too. They’ll smell like Alpha, but they’ll at least be dry.” The look in the Omega’s eyes was grateful. The smell of fear had dissipated. This was probably the first time he’d been treated with any kindness in a long time. 

Hobi got Tae and the Omega started to look suspicious again. Two Alphas in the room was obviously one too many for him. 

“I’ll be as quick as I can. I just need to make sure nothing is going to get infected,” Tae told him. The Omega looked at Hobi. 

“Do you want me to help you sit again?” Hobi asked. The omega nodded. 

“Okay. He’s going to have to examine why you had blood on your pants. He isn’t going to knot you. He just needs to check,” Hobi sat behind the Omega again as he reluctantly spread his legs. Tae put on gloves and the Omega started to whine and shake. He’d definitely been a Breeder and only had negative experiences with medical professionals. They always took his pups away. 

“Breathe. I promise he won’t hurt you,” Hobi scratched the Omega’s head. He was grooming an Omega he’d found half dead in his front yard 2 hours ago. What the hell was going on with him? 

“There’s still a pup in there. It’s not very big, but it’s there. I think he miscarried one, but not the other,” Tae said after he finished palpating the Omega’s abdomen. The Omega looked at him in surprise. 

“How far do you think?” Hobi asked. 

“Three months, maybe? I doubt he’ll show anytime soon with one this small,” Tae said. “There’s still a risk he’ll lose this one, too. We can’t let him move around too much and we definitely need to get him fed properly soon.”

“Let’s get you dressed and get you in bed. Okay?” Hobi said. The Omega nodded still watching Tae closely. 

“I’ll get him some water and soup or something,” Tae said. 

“I’ll put him in the guest room. That should smell slightly less like Alpha,” Hobi said. Once he got the Omega dressed in a pair of his old sweatpants and tee shirt, he picked him up again and carried him to the guest bedroom. They rarely used it because they rarely had guests. 

“Here we go. Nice and cozy,” Hobi said. 

“Yoongi,” the Omega finally found his voice. “I’m Yoongi.”

“Nice to meet you, Yoongi,” Hobi smiled at him. Yoongi put Hobi’s hand on his belly. 

“This is pup number 10,” he said.

“Hi pup number 10,” Hobi said. His gut jerked at the realization that Yoongi had birthed or lost 9 pups since he presented. This would be the first pup he was allowed to keep.

“How old are you?” Hobi asked. 

“I think I’m 25,” Yoongi replied.

“You think?” Hobi was confused.

“What year is it?” Yoongi asked. 

“2019,” Hobi replied. 

“Then I’m 25,” he replied. If he’d been held captive then he’d have no clue how much time had passed other than roughly how long he’d been pregnant. 

“I have water and chicken noodle soup,” Tae said, coming into the room with a tray. “I also found some vitamins. They aren’t prenatal, but they’ll do until I can get some.”

Yoongi let out a whine. 

“I know you’re scared, but he’s not gonna take your pup or hurt you. Right Tae?” Hobi looked at his brother.

“Nope,” Tae said as he put down the tray on the nightstand. “I’m going to make sure you and the pup are nice and healthy. So you can keep a healthy, happy pup.”

“You won’t take my pup?” Yoongi put his hand over his belly. 

“No, I won’t take your pup,” Tae reassured him. “This one is yours.”

Yoongi looked at Hobi. 

“The pup is yours.  We won’t take it from you,” he said. 

“Then why are you being nice to me?” Yoongi questioned.

“Because you’re a person who deserves to be treated with kindness and respect. You’re not a pup factory,” Hobi replied. Tae nodded in agreement. Yoongi didn’t look convinced. “Let’s at least get some dinner in you. You both need to eat.”

“Yell if you need me,” Tae said and left. Hobi handed him the water and he drank it in almost one gulp. 

“Looks like you need a refill.” Hobi smiled.

“Guess I was thirstier than I thought,” Yoongi said. By the time he finished the soup, took the vitamin, and finished 2 more glasses of water, it was almost midnight. 

“Think you can sleep?” Hobi asked. 

“I am tired,” Yoongi said. 

“My room is right next door if you need anything, though Tae probably won’t want you getting up,” Hobi said. 

“You can stay,” Yoongi said. 

“You’re not afraid of me?” Hobi asked.

“You smell...safe,” Yoongi said, choosing the words carefully.

“Then I guess I’ll change and be right back,” Hobi said. As he changed into his pajamas, he thought about what Yoongi had said. Did Yoongi only feel that way because Hobi picked him up in the pouring rain from the mud? Was he only uneasy around Tae because Tae reminded him of the doctors who took his pups away? Or was it something else? Hobi had unconsciously started grooming him to keep him calm while Tae was examining him. He wasn’t his mate. He barely knew him. He’d put Hobi’s hand on his belly, his most vulnerable place. He seemed to trust Hobi. They needed him to trust at least one of them if they were going to get him and the pup healthy. It wasn’t more than that. It couldn’t be.

Yoongi had dozed off sitting up when Hobi came back into the bedroom. Hobi tried to get in bed without disturbing him and failed. Yoongi jerked awake. 

“It’s okay, it’s just me,” Hobi said. 

“Okay,” Yoongi tried to slow his breathing. 

“Down we go,” Hobi helped him to lying down. Hobi lied down facing him. Yoongi watched him intently. 

“What?” Hobi asked. 

“I can’t remember the last time I slept in a real bed,” he said. 

“Where did you sleep?” Hobi wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer.

“Roll away hospital beds. It was easier when it was time for us to give birth,” Yoongi swallowed hard. 

“You don’t have to talk about it,” Hobi said. 

“Yes, I do,” Yoongi whispered. “The Alphas liked me because I was one of the prettiest males. The ones who didn’t want to be with a female almost always picked me. I fought, though. That’s why they had to strap me down. I wouldn’t hold still long enough for the Alphas to knot me. Then I got a reputation for being a fighter. That’s when it got really bad.”

“Being strapped down and raped wasn’t bad enough?” Hobi tried to keep himself calm. He didn’t want to upset Yoongi any more than he already was and by extension the pup. 

“Once I was labeled a fighter, they’d put me in a pen first to let the Alpha catch me before I was knotted. I bit a lot of Alphas. Ones who wanted pups that were aggressive would play that game. What they didn’t understand is I learned to fight. I’m not an aggressive Omega,” Yoongi’s voice started shaking. Hobi could smell the fear and anxiety. 

“That’s over now. We’re going to find out who’s doing it and where they are and stop them. You and this pup are safe. Anyone who comes in this house without our permission will have to get through us & the dogs,” Hobi told him. 

“Dogs?” Yoongi repeated.

“Two spoiled rotten pit bulls named Daisy and Violet,” Hobi told him. “They’re the biggest babies on the planet until they come across someone threatening their daddies.”

“What about me?” Yoongi asked. 

“You won’t be able to get Daisy out of your lap. She won’t be happy when we shoo her off until Tae has cleared you for lap time,” Hobi replied. “She pouts.” Yoongi smiled a little. 

“I don’t mean to be afraid of him,” Yoongi started. 

“But nurses aren’t your favorite people?” Hobi finished. 

“No,” he said. 

“He can be a jackass, but I’m biased. He’s my little brother,” Hobi grinned. 

“Sure,” Yoongi said. 

“Time to turn out the light?” Hobi asked. 

“Sounds good,” Yoongi said. 

“It’s okay. I’m right here,” Hobi told him as he leaned over and turned off the light. Then he felt Yoongi nosing around his neck scenting him. “Does that make you feel better?”

“Yes,” he whispered. 

“Then rub around all you want,” Hobi hoped he could keep his knot at bay. Now that Yoongi wasn’t reeking of anxiety and fear, he smelled...perfect. Hobi wasn’t sure what that meant exactly, but it was what came to mind. He was on bed rest for the pup and the most exertion he needed was to go to the bathroom and get back in bed. Maybe once the pup was out of the woods…

“You like me too, huh?” Yoongi said. Hobi looked down. Shit. 

“It’s not like that. I don’t want to, I mean I do, but we just met and the pup and everything,” Hobi stumbled over his words .

“I understand. The pup comes first,” he said. 

“Absolutely,” Hobi agreed. 

“Do you believe in love at first sight?” Yoongi asked. 

“Is this a trick question?” Hobi asked. 

“No, but I didn’t expect to be rescued by an Alpha in the pouring rain after I escaped a Breeder Farm and was sure I was going to die in the mud. Every time one of those Alphas knotted me and hoped they’d get me pregnant so they could have their perfect pup, I’d pray that there was at least one Alpha in the world who didn’t want me, as you so aptly put it, as only a pup factory. It’s what kept me alive. One day I’d get out and one day I’d find that Alpha. I knew when I smelled you that you were different. You didn’t want me to die. I didn’t even realize I lost that pup until Tae said something. You would think I knew better after giving birth 5 times, but all I could think about was getting out. It was only after I fell down that I realized how bad it was. I dunno, maybe it’s only because I was dying that I thought the Alpha I’d dreamed about for years had finally found me,” Yoongi replied. 

“I started grooming you when Tae was examining you because it seemed to keep you calm. I don’t think I’ve ever groomed anything other than a horse or a dog,” Hobi replied. “That has to mean something, right?”

“Have you been looking for a mate?” Yoongi asked.

“No,” Hobi answered.

“Then it means something,” Yoongi said. He gently kissed Hobi. “Thank you for saving our lives, Hobi.”

“You’re welcome,” Hobi replied. “And so are you, pup number 10.” Yoongi put Hobi’s hand on his belly again. 

“Pup says thank you, too,” he said.

“Good night, Yoongi,”

“Good night, Hobi,”