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[floralseokjin]

⤑ 9 months to fall in love 25. (epilogue)

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 2,350

warnings/includes (!) a proposal 🥰

⟶ ao3 link

*inspired by the manhwa ‘Positively Yours.’

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SEASON THREE ⇤ previous | 

“Will you just get out!” 

“Yuna!” Your shriek was incredulous.  

“You’re going to be late!” she shouted back, undeterred and pushing you towards the front door. (Of your own house, you might add!) “Seokjin is probably sat there thinking he got stood up.” 

“Okay, I’m going,” you said, glancing at the time on your phone before slipping it into your purse. You probably were going to be late at this rate. “If she starts fussing in her sleep, gently rock her belly with your palm. Slow, calming motions, that—” 

“God, you’ve already shown me,” Yuna interrupted. “I know what to do. Besides,” she rolled her eyes, “if all else fails, Jimin will be here soon and we all know how much she loves the guy.” 

(Yes, your best friend was still very much bitter your daughter favoured her soon-to-be husband…)

“Now. Go,” she ordered forcibly, wrenching open the door. “Before she wakes up and you never get out of here.” You stepped out and turned ready to thank her. “Enjoy your night of hot sex or whatever,” she beat you to it. “God knows you need it. You’ve been so uptight lately.” 

“Gee, I wonder why.” Probably had something to do with the tiny human you were now in charge of. 

Yuna ignored you, grabbing you into a hug. “Love you. Hope you get lots of orgasms.” 

Your turn to ignore her, you pulled away, feeling worried again. “Call me if you think something’s wrong.” Your phone was on full volume, ready and waiting. 

“I will, don’t worry,” she replied impatiently, glancing over at the Uber waiting for you. “Off you go!” 

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As soon as you walked through the doors of Begin, you scanned the bar. Seokjin was easy to spot, one of a few sat on a stool, back facing you. It was a Sunday night, so the place was quieter than usual – or quieter than it had been that one time you’d been here exactly a year ago. For the first time since you’d started getting ready this evening – no, since you woke up this morning – worries over leaving Sarang vanished. All you could think about was the man directly in front of you. You rushed over, not wanting to keep him waiting a second longer. 

“Is this seat taken?” 

Looking up at the sound of your voice, he smiled wide. There were a couple of buttons loose on his black shirt, showing a flushed triangle of skin. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think your man was trying to look sexy. He’d succeeded. “Wrong,” he sang. “You didn’t say that.” 

“What did I say then?” you asked, collapsing into the stool. You tugged at the hem of your dress, not liking the way it rode up. It wasn’t the same one as last time – like hell you’d ever fit into that again – but it was close in design. Now, you wished you’d gone for something a little longer. Seokjin seemed to like it though, briefly eyeing your thighs appreciatively before he replied. 

“‘Looks like we’re both alone.’” 

“Oh, God.” You grimaced, not welcoming the reminder of your subpar flirting. 

“At least you made a move,” he pointed out, his knee nudging yours as he moved closer. “If it had been up to me, we wouldn’t have a beautiful daughter at home right now.” 

You laughed, but now your thoughts were back on Sarang, feeling a pang in your gut. It had been your idea to celebrate your anniversary like this. The anniversary of how you first met. It was a fun idea, and God knows you and Seokjin needed some quality time together (that was now few and far between since you’d welcomed a baby into the world), but as the date grew closer your nerves had gotten stronger. This was the first night you’d be spending away from her and the thought was terrifying. 

“Drink?” Seokjin asked now, holding his half-empty one.  

“Surprise me.” 

As you knew he would, he ordered you a gin fizz. When he wanted to try some, the face he pulled made you laugh loudly. “Still disgusting,” he declared, before getting rid of the taste with his rum. “You okay?” 

You nodded, dropping your phone back in your purse. So much for being discreet. “Yuna all but threw me out the door. Called me uptight. Said I needed lots of orgasms.” You made sure to keep your voice low at the last part, leaning in. 

Seokjin’s tumbler paused a few millimetres from his mouth, one corner of it tugging up. He slid his free hand up your thigh, a trail of heat closely following, especially when you felt the tops of his fingers slip under your dress. “Hopefully I can help with that.” 

You had no doubts he would. Sex was difficult with a three-month-old sharing your bedroom. You both needed to let off some steam, and if you could just relax your mind, tonight would be successful. However, that was easier said than done. 

“I feel weird being apart from her.” 

Of course you’d spent some time away from your daughter over the months, but that was only for a few hours at the most, and never after 6pm. Tonight would be a test of your maternal strength. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Yuna; of course you did! She was brilliant with Sarang. You were just having a hard time imagining not being there when your daughter woke up wanting you. Logically, she would be fine as long as she got her feed, and you’d made sure there was plenty in the refrigerator – probably too much actually. And lately, she was an excellent sleeper too, only waking twice most nights, but being apart from her still felt as if you were missing a limb, if you wanted to be dramatic. And you did! 

“So do I,” Seokjin murmured, a frown appearing between his brows. “We can always change our plans.” 

Seokjin had never spent a night away from her either so far, and you knew he hated having to go to work each day, afraid he was going to miss a milestone – however small. (You made up for it by sending him a bunch of videos throughout the day.)

“No.” You shook your head, reaching to stroke his arm. “I want to spend our anniversary together.” 

He gazed at you meaningfully, giving your thigh a tender squeeze. “Me too.”  

You only spent an hour at the bar, not really there to drink, nor for the atmosphere. It wasn’t really your scene, and it definitely wasn’t Seokjin’s. Which made it a miracle you’d both ended up here last year. 

“Wanna get out of here now?” he asked once you’d both downed terrible tasting shots. 

You cuddled into his side, shooting him a coy look. “Only if you help tuck me in…” 

“I’ll do more than that,” he smirked, surprising you when he leaned in and captured your mouth. 

“Seokjin,” you hissed, feeling your face heat up, but a quick glance around told you nobody had noticed. It wasn’t like him to partake in a little PDA. The idea was an oddly exciting one. 

He chuckled, helping you down from the stool. “Come on, let’s go.” 

It didn’t take long for you to reach the familiar hotel, and Seokjin playfully yanked you to the side of the building, his hands sliding over your curves as he crowded you against the wall – just like last time. Kissing wildly, you tugged his shirt in your fists, grinding against whatever you could, feeling the heat of his body even through the layers of clothing. He was hard against your stomach and you were most definitely squeezing your thighs together. 

“I love you,” he groaned against your neck, lips wet. 

“You’re coming on strong for someone I just met,” you teased, combing your fingers through the ends of his hair. 

He leaned his head back, a questioning smile on his face. “So you don’t want my babies?” 

“Babies?” you repeated. “As in plural?!” 

He laughed, tugging at your hand and before long he was leading you to the entrance of the hotel. 

He’d already gone ahead and checked in while you were getting Sarang off to sleep, so you headed straight for the elevator, body thrumming with arousal and anticipation. You were going to be loud tonight; you didn’t care who heard you! 

You expected Seokjin to reach for you as soon as the doors slid closed, just like he had once before, but when he didn’t, you took matters into your own hands. When the elevator dinged open, you detached yourselves, rushing down the corridor. You needed to get inside now. However, Seokjin seemed a little distracted as he got out the room card, glancing at you almost anxiously. Was he thinking of Sarang again? 

Before you could ask, he grabbed your elbow and pressed you softly against the door. “Hey,” he whispered, then he kissed you firmly, just the once. 

The door beeped and he walked you backwards inside, the lights coming on automatically. Seokjin dimmed them quickly. With luck, you’d managed to book the same room. Although, you had booked a month in advance. It might have been a generic room, but the memories it roused were invaluable. Tonight however, there was a difference. 

“Oh, my God,” you gasped, staring wide-eyed at the pretty red and pink rose petals scattered on the bed. “Seokjin!” You rounded on him, sounding accusing in your amazement. 

His smile was small, bashful. “It’s only a few rose petals.” 

“It’s beautiful,” you insisted. You briefly grazed a few petals with your fingers before pulling back. The bed was almost too pretty to spoil. Almost. You were still having sex in it. Lots of sex. For now though, you stepped towards the large floor to ceiling window. It reminded you of Seokjin’s old apartment. “I forgot how great the view was from here,” you commented, stepping out of your heels. 

You needed to check your phone, just in case, and then go and pee. The thought made you laugh, remembering how eager you both were the last time you were in this room. Nothing would have gotten in your way. But last time you didn’t have a baby and a subsequent weaker bladder. 

“Seokjin?” you called when you realised he hadn’t responded. You could hear some shuffling behind you and spun around. “What are you—” The question died in your throat, jaw dropping. In front of you, on the opposite side of the room, was Seokjin down on one knee. “What’s happening?” you managed, sounding jarred. 

“I think you know,” he said simply, a tiny smile on his face. 

He hadn’t been bashful before, you now realised. He was nervous. 

He took a deep breath and all you could do was stare, your throat dry, heart thudding loudly. “____, this past year has been the best of my life. I can’t believe I went so long without you. Totally oblivious.” He paused to scoff at the him of the past, then composed himself, staring straight into your eyes. “I don’t want to waste another moment. In the words of Jungkook: I need to lock this in.” That managed to get a giggle out of you, high pitched and nervy. 

“I love you and I love our life. I love our daughter.” He paused to open the small velvet box in his hands. “Will you marry me?” 

Stunned, you remained silent. 

“Say something. Please,” he begged softly, a worry appearing on his face. “Is doing it here too weird?” He shuffled on his knee, as if he wanted to stand. “I’ve been planning this for ages,” he explained self-consciously, gaze not meeting yours now. “I knew it was going to be this date. But then you suggested we stay at the hotel and well…I didn’t want to wait.” 

You made yourself swallow, shaking your head forcibly, finally able to speak. “It’s perfect.” 

Relief flooded over him, and he beckoned with his free hand. “Come here, please.” 

You raced over, dropping to your knees in front of him. 

“Is it really all right?” he asked, scanning your face anxiously. 

“Yes! I had no idea!” you exclaimed. 

“I kept it top secret,” he told you proudly. “Only Hoseok, Jungkook and your dad knew. Well, and my parents.” 

You chuckled. “That’s quite a lot of people.” 

“Well, I didn’t tell one person…” 

You knew he meant Yuna instantly. If she’d have had even an inkling of this proposal, you would have found out in no time. Her face would have given it away. She wouldn’t have even needed to open her mouth. 

“So what is it?”

“Hm?” you hummed, unfocused. 

“What’s your answer?” he prodded, then laughed gruffly. “Put me out my misery.” 

“Ask me again.” 

Your eyes were on the ring now, finally noticing it. It was stunning, like nothing you’d ever seen before. The band was a fine gold and set with multiple diamonds, delicately shaped to mimic sunrays almost – or maybe petals. In the centre, there was one larger circular diamond, which sparkled as it caught the light. It wasn’t a bolder of an engagement ring, but it stood out. It was beautiful. It was yours. 

“Angel,” – the sound of his deep voice made you look up. He held your eyes with his in that intense way he often did –  “Will you let me be the luckiest man in the entire world and make me your husband?” 

The smile on your face stretched and quivered, and you hooked your arms around his shoulders. “When you ask as nicely as that, yes.” 

“Yes?” he repeated, eyes crinkling as he beamed at you. 

“Yes,” you nodded, letting him take your left hand to slip the ring on. His fingers shook as he did so. Yours were trembling too. So overcome, you couldn’t even manage to gaze at it. Instead, you launched yourself at him, kissing him hard before hugging him even harder. “I love you!” 

The way he squeezed you back tightly told you he knew just how much…

Jordan’s note; Hi everyone! Sorry that the drabbles for season 3 never came (hopefully they will sometime after this.) This epilogue marks the “official” end of 9 months to fall in love – I really can’t believe it! 14 months of planning and writing, the most I’ve spent creating something! I literally put so much time and effort into this story and I’m so happy that many of you stayed until the end. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! 💖

Written 2022 - 2023. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2023

[floralseokjin]

⤑ 9 months to fall in love 21.

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 5,404

warnings/includes (!) mild angst, Oc is feeling very shaken up and emotional (rightly so), mentions of parental death, hospital phobia, sweet confessions 😘

⟶ ao3 link

*inspired by the manhwa ‘Positively Yours.’

↪︎ series index

SEASON THREE ⇤ previous | next ⇥

Seokjin couldn’t remember hightailing it out of the building and getting into his car. Hell, it was a wonder he remembered his keys. All he could think about was getting to you. You all alone in a hospital room. You hated hospitals. He tried to recount the phone call, willing himself to take some deep breaths and calm down. Seokjin prided himself on his crisis-management, but there was no handling this. In fact, ever since you’d come into his life, you’d blown every skill and practise he knew. Thinking rationally right now was impossible. Still, he tried. 

“It was a minor collision.” 

“There’s no need to worry, Mr. Kim.” 

“There are no serious injuries. Both your wife and baby are doing fine.” 

The phone call was meant to ease his worries, but the more he heard the woman’s words in his head, the more panicked he felt. He felt helpless. Why had he suggested that you go home early? You could have stayed at his office. You could have gone home together. Safe. Instead, he’d sent you off in a doomed taxi. Anything could’ve happened to you or Sarang. To both of you. It didn’t bear thinking about. He felt sick, stomach roiling and roiling. This car journey was taking forever, making him feel even more useless. 

At what must have been the tenth red light, he yelled loudly and crashed his hand against the steering wheel, his horn blaring. A few pedestrians shot him wary looks, hurrying across the road. Others were annoyed, cursing at him, but Seokjin didn’t care. All he cared about was getting to you. 

Finally arriving at the hospital, he barely parked his car correctly, jumping out and rushing for reception. He heard the man at the desk tell him what floor you were on, what room, without really hearing him at all. The elevator was infuriatingly slow, and he was almost pushing the doors open when it finally arrived. He hurried down the corridor, thinking about how he hadn’t even told you he loved you yet. He’d felt it for so long, but something held him back from saying the words out loud. At one point in time it had been too soon, but now he didn’t understand what it was. Whatever the reason, it seemed foolish now. 

He burst through the door. You were sat up in the bed, your phone in your lap, but you’d heard him, the relief on your face instant. He rushed towards you, wrapping you into a hug. “Thank God you’re all right,” he breathed, squeezing tight. He felt you relax against him, shaking, and your fingers dug into his back, holding him just as close. 

Suddenly he registered how hard he was embracing you and pulled back. Was he hurting you? Were you in pain? He gently stroked your face with his fingers, noticing a small cut just below your left eye. He was trembling too. 

“What happened? God—,” He hugged you again, not in control of his own body. “I don’t know what I would have—” done if I’d lost you, he wanted to confess, but stopped, overcome with emotion. He swallowed down the lump in his throat and tried to think of something else to say. Something collected. He needed to be calm for your sake. You needed him to be there for you, composed and in control. Not the panicky, fuzzy mess he felt like inside. 

Your eyes were filled with fright as you stared at him. His heart broke. “Seokjin—” 

He spoke over you, the concern overwhelming him. “Are you sure you’re okay? You don’t feel strange?” 

You didn’t reply straight away, a small crease slowly forming between your eyebrows. “I’m fine,” you finally managed, a hand falling to your bump. “So is Sarang.” 

Seokjin blinked. There was something off about the tone of your voice, steely. Your jaw was clenched, he noticed. You must have been in pain, but he shouldn’t press it. He stroked a hand through your hair and kissed the top of your head. “Good.” 

Again, he couldn’t imagine the alternative. Losing you and Sarang would have killed him. 

He couldn’t help himself and hugged you once more at the thought, but this time you didn’t reciprocate, still clutching your belly protectively. He pulled back unsurely, placing his hand over yours. “What’s wrong? Are you sure everything’s fine? Should I—” 

Get a doctor, he was about to say, but just at that moment, the door opened and in one entered. 

“What happened?” Seokjin heard himself demand immediately. He was perched on the bed but moved to the chair beside it, not wanting to crowd you. 

“Mr. Kim,” he began carefully, as doctors did. For some reason, it irritated Seokjin to no end right now. Before he could continue however, you spoke up. 

“Someone went into the side of the taxi.” 

Seokjin’s heart clenched and he went to reach for one of your hands, but by now both were over your stomach, almost as if you were guarding your daughter. 

“Everything is fine,” the doctor reassured. “Your wife has been thoroughly checked over. There’s a small cut caused by her fingernail, and she’s slightly sore, but that shall dissipate in a few days – a week at the most. The baby is healthy too. Her heartbeat is strong, and we’ve checked for signs of placental abruption. However…” 

Seokjin felt bile rise in his throat at the word. 

“Considering you’re so heavily pregnant, ____,” the doctor continued, addressing you now. “I want you to stay the night. It’s only a precaution – you and your baby are healthy – but it’s best to be safe. Is that all right?” 

Seokjin noticed how tense you’d gotten, your nod of agreement wooden. When the doctor left, he was immediately over you again, worried hands stroking through your hair, down your arms. He might be being dramatic, his emotions heightened, but it felt as though he’d come this close to losing you and Sarang. “Do you want me to ask if I can stay with you?” 

“No, it’s all right. I’m fine.” 

“Are you sure?” he pressed anxiously. “I know how much you hate—” 

“I said I’m fine, Seokjin,” you gritted out, shoulders stiff. “And will you stop fussing!” 

Seokjin’s hands froze at your raised voice, realising he was fluffing up the pillows behind your back. “Sorry.” Was he being too much? He felt like he was, but this situation felt so out of his control, he couldn’t help it. 

“I need to call my dad and let him know,” you muttered, phone in your hand. 

“Do you want me to do it?” he asked, watching you hesitate before slowly nodding your head. 

“Thanks.” 

He stepped out of the room, running an uneasy hand through his hair. Something was wrong, or correction, he’d done something wrong. He just didn’t know what. He wracked his brain, feeling like an asshole. If he’d upset you, he should know why. You’d looked so relieved when he burst into the room, you’d hugged him tightly, and then he couldn’t really remember much of what he’d said. His mind felt foggy, had since the phone call, and he was still shaking. 

Maybe he was looking too much into it. Maybe he was being overly sensitive, anxious. You’d been through something traumatic, no wonder you weren’t yourself and seemed so withdrawn. Seokjin coddling you was probably making things worse. 

With a shaky sigh, he composed himself, needing to call your father and let him know what had happened. 

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Your dad and Yeonja wanted to drive down immediately once they heard the news. Seokjin managed to convince them not to. They lived over an hour away and by the time they arrived it would be late. Besides, everything was fine, there was no need to be worried sick. Thank God. But you didn’t feel fine. Not emotionally anyway. It didn’t help that you and Seokjin had barely spoken a few words since he’d arrived. He’d given up trying in the end, casting cautious glances your way every now and then, which only aggravated you further. He really had no clue why you were so upset with him. The dejected look on his face wasn’t going to make you feel guilty. It wasn’t. 

When the silence started to become unbearable, Yuna ended up saving the day. You’d told her to stay home too, but as always, she didn’t listen. You didn’t even know how she’d managed a visit at such a late hour, but here she was. You felt oddly emotional when she hugged you, once again remembering how the accident could have been much, much worse. It still didn’t feel real. 

Seokjin left soon after that. That careful look still in his eyes, only now it was tinged with reluctance. He didn’t want to leave you. The thought made your throat thicken, and for a moment you wanted to grab hold of his hand and ask him to stay, but then the hurt crept in again, stubbornness soon following. 

“I’ll see you in the morning, okay?” he murmured, stroking the back of your head. You were getting discharged first thing. 

“Okay,” you nodded, turning your head so the kiss he’d aimed for your lips slid across your cheek. You felt his hand stop its motions, surprised. He straightened up and you could sense him staring at you a moment or two before he turned to say his goodbyes to Yuna. You thought you might start to relax when you heard the door close with his departure, but you were still as stiff as ever. 

“Okay. What was that?” 

Your back went poker straight at Yuna’s question, which hurt like hell because your shoulders ached. “What was what?” you asked defensively. 

Yuna stared at you from where she was sat across the room. “The cold shoulder I just witnessed. Did you guys argue?” 

You were surprised she hadn’t picked up on the atmosphere already, but maybe she’d put the taut silence down to the shock of the accident. “No. He just—I just,” you took a deep breath, unsure where you were going with this. “When he got here he was only worried about me.” 

“Of course he was worried about you. You were in a car accident,” she said, which sounded a lot like are you stupid?

“No. I mean: only me. He didn’t ask about Sarang.” 

Yuna still wasn’t getting it, her brow pinched. “You do realise you two come as a package deal right now, right?” 

“Yuna.” 

Your sharp tone seemed to clarify things for her, her gaze growing concerned. “You’re really upset about this.” 

And just like that you started crying.  

You hadn’t cried at all since the taxi got hit, but now every emotion you’d been suppressing – no, controlling, seemed to break free. 

“Hey, hey, hey,” Yuna was saying, rushing towards you. “What’s with the tears?” She perched on the side of the bed, her arm wrapping around you. 

“This is what I get,” you croaked, voice wrenching upward at the last word. You sniffed against her shoulder. “I kept saying how over this pregnancy I was. How eager I was for it to end.” Not a few hours ago you’d said exactly that to Yoongi. 

“Hang on. You think this is some kind of karma?” When you didn’t reply, Yuna squeezed you gently. “____, you realise how ridiculous that sounds?” 

“I know,” you agreed, voice quivering. “But I just kept thinking while they were checking me over, if anything happens to her it’ll be my fault.” 

You could physically feel Yuna shaking her head. “Listen to me,” she practically implored. “It wouldn’t have been your fault. It wasn’t your fault.” Then, with a mutter, she added, “It was that asshole who can’t drive’s fault.” 

“It was an accident,” you said quietly. You couldn’t find it in you to blame the middle-aged man who’d been driving the car that hit you. He’d stayed and called the emergency services, ashen faced and apologising profusely. He’d been completely compliant, breathalysed by the cops, answered every single question and more. The taxi driver had a sprained wrist. You were a little sore and had a cut on your face, but you were safe and so was Sarang. 

Sometimes these things just happened, which was ironic for you to conclude seeing as you were blaming yourself for putting your daughter at risk. You knew that, understood that, yet you couldn’t stop it. 

“It would have been on me if something had happened,” you heard yourself confess. “I’m the one carrying her.” She was your responsibility. “But Seokjin only seemed to care about how I was doing.” And he didn’t seem to blame you like you blamed yourself. Maybe that was the issue….

“I seriously doubt that,” Yuna reasoned. “He loves you both so much. You only have to take one look at him to see that.” You didn’t say anything, guilt creeping in. “I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding, babe,” she continued. “When people are upset they find it hard to articulate their words. It would be Seokjin’s worst nightmare if anything happened to the both of you, and for a moment, however small, he probably thought it had.” 

You recalled the look on his face when he surged through the door. You had never seen him so panicked. How tight he’d held you; how much he’d been shaking. 

Yuna stroked up and down your arm. “This was a horrible thing to happen, and I know everything is fine, but it’s still frightening. You’re shaken up, but cut him some slack and maybe don’t put words in his mouth.” You snorted, it was half-assed, you couldn’t think to laugh right now, even if Yuna was not-so-subtly telling you off. She wasn’t done either. “—And if you want him to blame you, then that’s just stupid, ____. I’m sorry, I should be being nice to you right now, but I also need to be honest.” 

You lifted your head, rubbed your cheeks dry. “You’re right.” 

Yuna smiled and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was getting late, and they wouldn’t let her stay much longer, despite how they’d let her in at all. She gave you one last hug. “Love you lots. Try to get some sleep tonight,” she told you, eyes filled with worry, before they narrowed, turning darker with warning. “And talk to Seokjin in the morning.” 

She was totally flabbergasted when you nodded and told her you loved her too. 

Despite feeling like you wanted to sleep for an entire day—no, an entire week, you managed virtually nothing. It didn’t come as a surprise. The buzzing silence inside the hospital only heightened the anxious weight pressing down on your chest. The chemical smell making you nauseated. At some point you knew you’d have to work through your fear, but every time you closed your eyes, you saw your mom. Her unconscious and hooked up to machines, barely clinging to life. Your worst memories were at a hospital, and being here only made you miss her more. You wished she was still here to see how your life had turned out. To meet her granddaughter. 

At the thought of Sarang, your heart ached, imagining what could have happened if the accident had been worse. How you would have lived with yourself. You knew you shouldn’t get stuck on that. It wasn’t healthy, and the last thing you needed right now was more worry. You needed to concentrate on the good. How lucky you had been even if you felt like the unluckiest person in the world.

You had your health; you had your baby; you had Seokjin. You felt guilt roil through you. This was the first night spent apart in God knows how long, and you’d parted in the worst possible way. How could you doubt him? You were appalled with yourself. You’d acted irrationally and pushed him away because you were scared and blaming yourself. It was a regression, when you’d worked so hard to change such a behaviour. But maybe that’s what fear did…

You were happy to feel Sarang move about inside you. She was keeping you company and reminding you that she was perfectly fine. Her mom on the other hand…

The next morning you felt like death warmed up, and couldn’t wait to go home and shower, then promptly fall asleep in your own bed. But first you needed to speak to Seokjin. He arrived just before 9am, but the look on his face immediately clogged the apology you’d been rehearsing for the past two hours. His expression was guarded, and he barely made eye contact with you. Any talking you did was required. He was distant and subdued. This time there was no hug or kiss and you felt even more terrible. Terrible for hurting him and terrible for feeling hurt that he wasn’t giving you those things. What did you expect? You’d turned away from him last night. 

After you’d changed into the clothes he’d brought you, and the prolonged silence had become completely unbearable, you forced your mouth to work. “Seokjin, I’m—” You were interrupted by a hesitant knock at the door. 

“Yes?” Seokjin answered, sat underneath the TV on the wall. To your surprise, when the door opened, the taxi driver from last night was stood there holding a bunch of flowers. 

“I hope you don’t mind me intruding,” he said, tone uncertain as he held up the bouquet. “I, uh, I came to bring you these.” 

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Seokjin helped you out of the car and took the flowers from you. As you both walked up to the front of the house, your neighbour appeared from theirs, greeting you with a friendly hello. You tried your best to match their energy, but by now you were running on empty. Your shoulders ached from impact and exhaustion. You followed Seokjin inside and slid off your shoes. The familiar smell of your home made you feel marginally better. 

“I’ll put these in water,” Seokjin muttered, rushing off towards the kitchen, escaping you it felt like. 

The taxi driver – Dal – had been filled with guilt all night and wanted to apologise. You and Seokjin repeatedly assured him there was nothing to be sorry about, he wasn’t to blame, and you silently told yourself to take heed of your own words. Except, you did have something to be sorry about, yet you still hadn’t had a chance to say the words to Seokjin. You’d been interrupted at the hospital, and the entire car ride had been such an anxious affair for you, you hadn’t been able to speak. Seokjin was always a careful driver, but he seemed to drive slower today, as if he was aware being back inside a vehicle would be frightening for you. And now, as soon as you’d gotten inside, he was disappearing. 

You couldn’t tell whether he was angry at you (rightly so) or if he still thought you were angry at him and was giving you space. You followed him into the kitchen, I’m sorry on the tip of your tongue, but when he looked up and saw you, his eyes widened. “____, go and shower, then try to get some sleep.” 

“I will, I just—” 

“I’ve got this,” he said softly, gesturing to the flowers. “You must be exhausted.” 

You were exhausted, and you knew he could tell that by your face. Under your eyes were dark and puffy from lack of sleep. When Seokjin turned his back to you, starting to snip away at the stems, you gave up. He obviously didn’t want to have this conversation right now, more concerned about you resting. Or he just didn’t want to have the conversation, period. You didn’t really blame him. 

With a resigned sigh, you made your way to the bedroom. You knew he wasn’t going to work today, he’d told you last night, so you’d have time to talk things through after your nap. It would have to wait. Despite everything that had happened in the last 14 hours or so, the hot shower did you good. It relieved practically all the tension in your shoulders and eased your sore muscles. As soon as you got into bed you fell asleep. The size of your stomach not an issue for once. 

You awoke several hours later, not quite refreshed, but feeling more human again. Now that you were out of the hospital, you could put the traumatic incident behind you. You were going to give birth in a few weeks, you had more important things to think about. Rising eventually, you shrugged on your robe over your pyjamas– a fluffy, lilac one that Seokjin had bought you because you kept stealing his – and made your way downstairs, into the main living area. It was 5pm you noticed when you switched on the television, Seokjin must be in his office where you guessed he’d been all day. You were absently watching the news, wondering if you should interrupt him, when the doorbell echoed through the house. You struggled out of the sofa, half expecting a distressed Yeonja to be waiting outside. When you finally made it out of the living room, Seokjin was exiting the kitchen in front of you, beating you to the door. When he noticed you, he looked surprised. 

“You’re awake?” 

You nodded. “I didn’t know you were in the kitchen.” 

When he opened the door, you were surprised to see Namjoon. Or at least the outline of him. Seokjin had kindly let him know what had happened after the call with your father. You’d gotten a text from him last night, but you hadn’t been expecting a visit too. Or for him to be balancing five Tupperware boxes in his hands (held against his chest), the largest bunch of flowers you’d ever seen (under his arm), three gift bags (hanging off a wrist), and a balloon – which bizarrely read ‘We will miss you’ in cursive. Everyone at work did realise you’d escaped the car accident unscathed, right?? 

“____, are you okay?” he asked, something like a demand and concern rolled into one. 

“I’m fine,” you reassured. “Honestly.” You appraised him curiously. “What��s all this?” 

“Uh, well…” he started, attempting to readjust the wobbly Tupperware. Seokjin stepped forward, taking them from him. “Thanks, man—We’d planned a little farewell—temporary farewell—party for you today, but considering the circumstances…” 

“Oh.” That explained the balloon. “That’s so sweet of everyone. Thank them for me?” You’d had no idea and felt disappointed that you’d missed it. You’d missed your last day before maternity leave started. 

“Of course.” Namjoon’s gaze was intense, a little frown between his eyebrows. “Everyone was so worried. Yeeun wanted to come with me but I didn’t want to overwhelm you. Should you be standing?” 

“I can, but I’d rather be sitting,” you laughed, jerking your hand for him to follow you. “Come on.”

“I’ll refrigerate these,” Seokjin said, holding up the leftover food. “Do you want something to drink?” 

“I won’t stay long,” Namjoon shook his head. 

Seokjin’s eyes flicked to you, deep with concern. “Angel?” 

You felt your heart lift at the name and smiled at him. “Water would be nice, thank you.” You hadn’t eaten or drunk anything since this morning. He nodded and stopped to take the flowers from Namjoon too. 

As Namjoon followed you into the living room, you had to bat away the balloon with a laugh. It felt good to laugh again. When Seokjin entered with your water, you were sat on the sofa next to Namjoon. Seokjin perched on the arm of the chair opposite. He seemed relaxed in himself, but his smile and quiet laughter didn’t reach his eyes every time he or Namjoon joked lightly about something or other. Namjoon only stayed for a little while, not wanting to encroach on your rest, and with a hug goodbye for you and a promise to see you soon, Seokjin saw him out. 

You half expected Seokjin to go back to the kitchen, as you could now smell something cooking away, but a few moments later he came back to you. He was wearing a green cashmere sweater today and worn jeans, and his dark hair flopped over his forehead – always making him appear boyish. 

“I was in the middle of making dinner,” he explained, then tried a smile. “Although, it looks like we’ll have enough food until next week with what Namjoon brought over. What would you prefer—” 

“Seokjin, will you sit for a minute?” you interrupted, tapping the recently vacated seat next to you. 

“Of course. Is everything okay?” He studied you hesitantly, coming to sit, and you fought the urge to reach out for him. 

“Yes. That nap was very well needed. I didn’t get much sleep last night.” 

Seokjin didn’t look happy at that, one corner of his mouth turning down. He swept the hair out of his eyes, and you couldn’t stop it any longer, you needed to feel him. Resting your head against his shoulder you took in his scent, feeling better already. How had you been so mad at him? It seemed silly now. He relaxed after a moment, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and squeezing you softly. It was scary to think you might never have been able to be in his arms again if things had turned out differently yesterday. Things could have turned out worse, much worse. As if sensing your thoughts, Seokjin kissed the top of your head, his following exhale shaky. You craned a look up at him, your neck aching slightly but you ignored it. He gently traced the cut on your cheekbone with the pad of his finger, brown furrowing slightly with consternation. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I was being unfair last night.”

You felt him stiffen, his fingers flexing before he cupped your jaw. “No, it’s fine. You had a fright.” 

“So did you. And it’s not fine. I know I hurt you.” 

He stared into your eyes a moment, then nodded. “I just… I’m a bit confused by what I was meant to have done.” His hand dropped from your face and he stared ahead, looking at the TV but not watching it. “I couldn’t sleep, wondering, but I think—I’m assuming—it’s because I didn’t mention Sarang last night.” 

You hated the thought of him tormenting himself all alone. “You didn’t do anything. I was blaming myself for the accident and I just kept thinking what if something had happened to our daughter. I was mad at myself.” 

Seokjin looked over at you incredulously. “But you shouldn’t have been—,” 

“I know. I was being ridiculous. But when you came bursting in, worried and asking how I was, I just… Maybe I wanted you to blame me too. Or maybe I just couldn’t understand why she wasn’t your sole concern.” You shrugged, unsure what you’d been thinking really and feeling terrible about it. “I don’t know.” 

“____, you are both my sole concern.” He sounded frustrated. Then softer, he murmured, “You both mean so much to me. Receiving that phone call was the worst moment of my life. I knew everything was all right, I was trying to reassure myself the entire way to the hospital, but I just couldn’t stop thinking about what I would do if something ever happened to you and Sarang.” Shaking his head, he stared down at his lap. “I put you in that taxi. Me. How would I live?” 

Hearing him say that felt as if your heart was physically being torn out. You blinked back tears and wrapped your arms around him. “Don’t think like that. Everything is okay now.” 

He nodded against your throat, then pulled back slightly to hold your face in his hands, eyes glassy. “You two are the most important thing in my life. I’m sorry I made it seem that I was only concerned about you last night but that wasn’t the case. At all.” 

“I know,” you whispered. It hurt you knowing he felt the need to apologise. “I’m sorry for ever doubting you. I was upset and took it out on you.” 

“It would kill me if I lost either one of you.” Seokjin’s voice trembled, and for one awful moment you thought he was going to cry. You’d never seen him cry before and you never wanted to. 

You kissed his mouth gently, absorbing the feel of him. “You won’t. Nothing is going to happen to us.” 

“I was so scared,” he admitted quietly against your lips, his arms wrapping around your waist, pressing as tight as he could without squashing your stomach. “I don’t want to keep you out of my sight.” 

You tried to make a joke, mouth quirking lamely. “That doesn’t sound like a bad thing.” 

He didn’t laugh, just stared at you seriously. “I’m going to tell you something.” He wet his mouth, “and you might not want to hear it yet, but I need to tell you.” He sounded desperate. “I should have told you months ago but I—I didn’t want to—” 

“Seokjin,” you muttered, suddenly nervous. What was wrong?” 

He stroked up your back once, the warmth of his hands burning through your layers of clothing somehow. “I love you.” 

Your eyes widened. He kissed your mouth, breath unsteady.  “I love you,” he repeated, pressing his forehead against yours. His hands moved down and around, holding your bump. “I love you and Sarang so much.” 

You managed to swallow the lump of emotion lodged in your throat. Subconsciously, you already knew this, but hearing him say the words out loud made you realise how much you’d needed them. You needed to say it back, for him too, but a beeping started to fill the room, interrupting you. It was a phone. His phone, muffled inside his jeans pocket it sounded like. An alarm for dinner, you concluded hazily. 

Seokjin swallowed, sobering up instantly. “I need to check that.” 

He stopped holding you and got up from the sofa. You watched him leave, simply staring at the door in disbelief for a minute or so. What had just happened? Finally coming to your senses, you rushed after him, finding him in the kitchen with his back turned to you, preparing vegetables. You could hear the rhythmic chopping against the cutting board. 

He knew you were there, watching him, because you saw his shoulders tense. As you stepped closer, you noticed the hand that was cutting the bell peppers was shaking slightly. You closed the distance between you, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him from behind. “Why did you think I might not want to hear that?” you asked quietly. 

He paused and placed the knife down, simply staring at the countertop. “I don’t know,” he admitted haltingly. 

“I love you too, Seokjin.” You felt him relax. “You know I do, don’t you?” 

You hated to think he’d been holding back because he thought you didn’t share his feelings. When you’d been so certain of his…

“I… Yes.” He cleared his throat, insecurity seeping into his next words. “But there was a part of me…” 

“How couldn’t I?” Your laughter was soft, barely there, but inside you were hurting for him. How come he couldn’t realise how great he was? “You’re…you.” 

You let him go when he started to turn around and face you. “I don’t know what that means,” he said, but there was a small smile playing on his lips. You stepped towards him, as far as you could, and circled your arms around his neck. He brought his to your waist, and kissed you like he couldn’t help it. 

“Well, you should,” you told him. “You’re so good to me.” Your hands slipped through his hair, down a little to hold his face. “You’re just good, and I feel really lucky to have you.” Sarang chose that moment to chime in too, jabbing you, and in the process, Seokjin as well. “That’s her telling you she loves you too.” 

He laughed; a beautiful, rolling sound that sounded completely happy and at ease. Listening to it made your heart swell. 

“You are everything to me and her. I love you,” you whispered, kissing him and feeling him melt against you. 

It was the best feeling in the world. 

Written 2022 - 2023. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2023

[floralseokjin]

⤑ 9 months to fall in love 24.

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 4,073

warnings/includes (!) honestly nothing but happiness 

⟶ ao3 link

*inspired by the manhwa ‘Positively Yours.’

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SEASON THREE ⇤ previous | epilogue ⇥

As soon as you held your daughter, you forgot the last twelve hours. The relief of no more pain, not another urge to push, no awful burning sensation – was immediate. But what was even stronger, was the relief that she was finally here. In your arms. Warm and soft. Small and fragile. Your vision blurred, but you blinked the tears away. Your heart felt like it was expending against your ribs. The love you already had for her impossibly doubling in strength. You couldn’t put a word on this feeling – you’d never felt it before. All you knew was that it was overwhelming in the best possible way. 

You held her to you as gently as possible, not wanting to let her go, studying her as if this was your only chance. As if someone was going to come and take her away from you. Her mop of black hair, her squished, beautiful face. Eyes open, large and dark as she gazed blankly at her new, bewildering surroundings. She had no clue what was happening right now but that was okay. She had you to look after her. You brushed over her cute button nose, carefully skimmed her full rosebud lips – definitely taking after her dad there. 

With that thought, you abruptly remembered where you were. It had only been a few moments since she’d been placed on your chest, but they had been enough to blank out everything and everyone. Seokjin. You looked up, seeing all of his attention on your daughter, gaze mystified. When you noticed a tear track down his cheek, you froze, momentarily caught off guard. You’d seen him sad, angry and overcome with emotion, but you’d never seen his tears. You reached for him with the arm that wasn’t supporting Sarang’s head and wiped the tear clinging to his chin. He blinked, your touch pulling him out of the trance he was under. Sniffing, a small, bashful smile appeared on his face as he wiped at his eyes. But he had nothing to be embarrassed about. He leaned in closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and kissed your clammy temple. 

You were a mess. Your hair had fallen out of its ponytail, tendrils plastered to your face with sweat. Thinking about it now, you were exhausted – quite possibly delirious with it. You could barely recall giving birth but your aching body could.  

“She’s here,” you whispered to him, watching as he ever so carefully stroked a thumb over Sarang’s round forehead, heart clenching. 

“She is,” he whispered back, marvelling when she peered at him with fuzzy eyes. She might not be able to take things in right now, but she could hear his voice. Could she recognise it? “Hello, Sarang,” he said softly, stroking a finger over her chin. 

“She’s perfect.” Your voice trembled with emotion and exhaustion. 

“She’s beautiful,” he smiled, “just like you.” 

Cradling Sarang’s tiny body with both hands, you moved forward as Seokjin leaned in to kiss your mouth, a hand holding the back of your head, the other touching your baby. “I love you,” you said.

He pressed a kiss to your nose while stroking your ear. “I love you. You’re amazing.”   

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The next couple of hours went by in a whirlwind. 

You were encouraged to try breastfeeding immediately while Sarang was awake and alert, and delightfully, she took almost straight away. It didn’t last very long but she seemed content, her large eyes blinking slowly, already sleepy. From there, you passed the placenta and the umbilical cord was cut and clamped. They performed a physical on Sarang, (having her leave your arms was torture) and measured and weighed her. She was a pudding (an adorable one) at 8 pounds and 12 ounces – bigger than her father as a newborn by nearly half a pound! Still, it could have been worse. You didn’t need stiches! (“You have a sturdy vagina,” Yeonja would tell you a few hours later…) 

After that, and while Sarang was clothed and asleep, you were checked over and afterwards your midwife helped you wash and freshen up while the bed covers were changed. Then, you and Seokjin were left in private, which meant you both just watched wondrously over Sarang’s cot. That was until you got tired, able to get an hour or two in before she woke and wanted to try feeding again. In that time, Seokjin shared the good news with everyone, showing them pictures he’d already started snapping. 

It wasn’t until mid-afternoon did you feel like having visitors. You didn’t exactly feel human again, but it was as good as it was going to get for now, and you had two sets of very eager parents, as well as a brother and sister who desperately wanted to see their baby niece before they had to take the train back for school tomorrow. And a Yuna. Don’t forget you had a Yuna. She didn’t know who to fuss over first – you or Sarang. 

It was lovely to see everyone, but you found it hard to concentrate, most of your attention stolen by the beautiful daughter in your arms. And besides, you already preferred it just being you, Seokjin and your baby… In your own tiny, happy bubble. After months of waiting, you were finally a family. 

The next morning, Seokjin left early (and reluctantly) to retrieve the car seat from the house. While he was there, he was going to take a shower too, so you were surprised when half hour later there was a knock at the door. Not only was it impossible for him to be back so quickly, but he also probably wouldn’t knock to come in. 

It turned out to be your father. He and Yeonja had stayed an extra night at the hotel but needed to head back home earlier than expected today for work. Yeonja was grabbing them breakfast a couple of streets down, but she’d be here soon to say goodbye. He immediately made a beeline for Sarang’s cot and it was almost strange to see such a look of pure, unabashed affection on your father’s face as he gazed down at his granddaughter. Not in a bad way, it actually made you feel quite emotional – but then again so were most things right now. You’d almost cried when Seokjin kissed you goodbye. 

“She’s beautiful just like her mom,” your dad said, smiling down at a sleeping Sarang. 

You’d only just put her down after giving her a feed. Your first night as a mom hadn’t been so bad. Yes, you’d barely gotten any sleep, Sarang waking up every couple of hours for some tasty colostrum. But you liked it that way, finding yourself reassured everything was okay and that she was healthy. Plus, Seokjin was there to keep you company, looking on raptly as if he didn’t want to miss one single moment. You’d already started picking up on her cues, knowing she wanted to feed when she started sucking on her tiny fist and making soft murmuring noises that made your heart clench. That, or she’d let out fragile little cries until you reached for her. 

“That’s what Seokjin said,” you laughed. 

Your dad looked over at you, his smile turning lopsided. “The man’s smitten.” 

You didn’t know whether he meant smitten with you or Sarang. Probably both, you told yourself, making you smile too. “You can hold her if you want,” you told him. 

He shook his head. “She’s sleeping.” 

“That’s okay. Go ahead.” By your estimations, she wouldn’t be for very long anyway. 

Ever so carefully, your dad reached down, gathering Sarang up and making sure to support her head. Your daughter slept on peacefully. You were silent for a moment, watching him gaze down at her and realising this was his first time. Your murky brain recalled he hadn’t held her yesterday, letting everyone else get their fill while he watched on with a small smile on his face. Now, he was leaning in, pressing his nose against her soft black hair, taking in that baby smell you couldn’t get enough of. 

“I remember when you were born,” he said eventually, voice more or less a whisper in case he woke Sarang. “I was too scared to touch you—to pick you up. You cried the hospital down the first time, which didn’t help. Hyesoo said I was just being silly. Well,” he chuckled, shaking his head, “that’s putting it nicely.” 

You snorted softly. Knowing your mom, she wouldn’t have used the word ‘silly’ where your father was concerned. It was probably something a lot meaner. You didn’t know how to feel about that. Trying to imagine you and Seokjin having a relationship like your parents once had was impossible. 

But mentioning your mom only made you miss her. She might not have been a perfect person, nobody was, but she was your mother and she had been perfect to you. She had loved you and you’d loved her. You still did, a love like that didn’t go away just because they had. 

“I wish she was here right now,” you murmured, your throat dry. You wished she was here, period. 

“I know, ____,” you father said sombrely. Then his mouth quirked into a slight smile. “She would be in her element. Your mom was a natural. She was born to be a mother.” He swallowed, staring down at Sarang hard. “I know it sounds corny, but she just… She loved you so fiercely.” 

Becoming a mother made you understand that feeling completely. You already loved Sarang so much it felt like you might burst when you looked at her. When you thought of her. What you felt for her was a little intimidating. Maternal love was powerful. You swiped a tear from under your eye as your dad placed Sarang back in the cot, gazing at her still. 

After a moment, he spoke again. “I’m so sorry.” 

You knew what he was apologising for, and you didn’t want to hear it anymore. “It’s okay. Things are different now.” 

“They are,” he agreed, looking over at you, giving you a small, determined nod. “I’m going to be there for Sarang always. Even if she says she doesn’t want it. Even if she doesn’t need it.” 

“She’ll always need you, you’re her granddaddy.” 

He stared at you, silent understanding passing between you both. He knew what you meant, what you were trying to tell him, just like you understood him. This was your second chance. He walked over and kissed the top of your head, surprising you. “Love you, kid.” 

Those three words made you grin. He used to tell you that when you were young. You’d cherished them until they’d turned into something that had caused you inexplicable hurt. Now, they only felt good. They felt safe and warm and as truthful as he’d always meant them. 

“I’m so proud of you, always have been,” he continued, voice thick with emotion. 

“I love you too, dad.” 

Once upon a time it had been hard to express your love to the people around you, but not anymore. It was getting easier each time. 

As you waited for Yeonja to arrive, you realised something. Your father had been the first person to break your heart. All this time you’d thought it was Taehyung, but before that it had been your dad. He had left and you had blamed him, despite realising it was the right thing to do with age. Mistakes had been made on both ends, but now you had Sarang, and it was because of her you and your father could try again. For real this time. It was all you could ask for. 

Sarang’s second night was nothing like her first. Maybe it was the change in setting, or maybe she was more aware of her surroundings by now, but it felt like she was up the entire night. When you tried to feed her, she started to struggle with latching on. Exhausted, you could feel yourself becoming more and more anxious, worried that there was something wrong because she’d been feeding well at the birth centre but now she seemed fussier. Seokjin tried to be your voice of reason, but you could tell he was concerned too. Being first time parents, you felt out of your depth. You tried to recall everything you’d learned at breast feeding class, but all you could really concentrate on were Sarang’s cries, the sounds distressing you to tears. 

At 4am, at your wits’ end, you tried one more time and miraculously, after a few moments, you felt the gentle tugging sensation that told you she was feeding. So relieved, you stared down at her for the entire time, stroking her cheek and nose with the pad of your finger. When she was sated, you passed her over to Seokjin to burp, while you went to pee (and have a slight moment in the bathroom). When you came back, the sight that greeted you made you smile – even if it was an exhausted and emotional one. Seokjin had Sarang lying face down across his lap as he rubbed her back, supporting her chin with his hand, just like he’d been shown in one of the classes you’d attended. When he saw you, he shot you a proud, if not slightly scared, smile, as if to silently say: Look I’m doing it right – I think. 

When you got back into bed, you held her to your chest again, the feel of your skin and body warmth lulling her to sleep. Seokjin was the one who placed her back inside her crib, because you had fallen half asleep, and thankfully, after that, you both managed to get a couple of hours in before Sarang woke hungry again. 

The following nights were mostly a repeat of that, except Sarang no longer struggled with latching on. By then, your milk had started coming in and your breasts were fuller. Gradually Sarang was getting into a pattern, and you loved seeing her adorable little fist clutch on to you as she fed, her eyes drooping drowsily as she slowly fell asleep. 

Your days weren’t filled with much difference. At first, you found it pointless getting out of bed, especially when you were trying to nap every time Sarang was, but you knew you couldn’t keep doing that. You needed some form of routine. But that was easier said than done when you felt as though you were in the middle of the world’s longest period and suffering from afterpains. To top it all off, a blood test confirmed that you were anaemic again, but gratefully, Seokjin made sure you were eating iron-rich foods regularly. He wasn’t just there for you physically, but emotionally too, offering you encouragement and reassurance every time you needed it. You really wouldn’t know what to do without him, and you made sure to tell him that often. 

And not just him, but everyone else in your life helped in any way they could. Both sets of parents lived a short distance away, but they made sure to visit when they could, and one of Sarang’s first outings was to Seokjin’s parents’ home, where she met her uncle and aunt for the first time, as well as her very excitable cousins. Seeing Taeoh so happy to hold her, and with such care, made you tear up. If you thought being no longer pregnant would curb your emotions, you were wrong. If anything, you now cried even easier. Gone were the days when you seemed to only cry once a year. The floodgates were long broken. 

Your friends were great too. Yuna was always popping around when she had the time, fussing over her ‘adorable, beautiful niece’ and spoiling her something rotten even though she was barely weeks old. Although, if you were being honest, you thought your daughter preferred Jimin. She was always so content when he held her – not that you would say that to Yuna! Hoseok and Kang were equally as smitten. As were Namjoon and Yeeun, and everyone else who visited from work. 

Jungkook was the one who had fallen in love though. He was always calling himself Uncle Jungkook, and talking to her in one of those baby voices you were also guilty of doing. Only, when he did it, it made Haram practically swoon. One evening when he was visiting, Sarang let out the loudest fart in his arms. 

“Kim Sarang,” he gasped, thoroughly scandalised. 

“She gets that from her mother,” Seokjin said, sat next to Jungkook. He winced, then laughed when you whacked his arm. 

“Does not!” 

Another fart followed, only this one sounded wet and dangerous. 

“Let me,” Seokjin said, stretching his arms out for her because Jungkook was looking more disgusted by the second. “I’ll go change her.” 

“My pleasure,” Jungkook replied, looking as if he wanted to plug his nose. 

As Seokjin made his way upstairs, you watched him with a smile. A) Rather him than you. Sarang might be small and cute, but her waste was not, but B) Watching him dote on Sarang was beautiful. He was a natural, truly. Just yesterday, you’d caught him singing some nonsense song to her complete with its own choreography. It would be a while until she started laughing, but once she did, you had no doubts Seokjin would be a pro at making her do so. 

“Wanna stick around?” you asked Jungkook, taking the moment to sink back into the couch and let it try to absorb you. “You can witness a bath time? Sarang’s, not mine,” you added, earning a snot from him. “I think we’re ordering take out, too.” 

Sarang’s cries jolted you from your sleep. You didn’t need to look at the clock to know it was 2am. Time for her second feed of the night. More than three hours of sleep in a row was now an unknown concept. You got out of bed with the ease of an expert, padding towards her cot. You’d swapped it for the wicker crib just last week. You wanted Sarang with you for a few months, not weeks like you’d previously thought. Your father’s hard work needed to be appreciated – and she needed to get used to it. Only thing was, she looked so tiny in just a giant thing, but that was a good thing, you reminded yourself. 

It already felt like she was growing so fast, time soaring by; it made you emotional. (What didn’t?) Seeing her small in her cot reminded you she wasn’t even a month old. You had so much time left. But a little longer would be better. Always. 

As soon as you took her in your arms, her cries quieted. Instead, she raised her tiny, wobbly fist to her mouth and began to suck hungrily. Okay, hint taken. You got into bed carefully, not wanting to rouse Seokjin. He had a habit of waking up with you, unless he was truly knocked out. You appreciated it, but he couldn’t keep it up. He would be back at work again soon. The realisation made you sad each time. You’d gotten used to being together day in day out, a unit that had made parenthood its bitch. You knew it couldn’t be the case forever, but it was yet another reminder that time was going too quick. 

As if your thoughts had stirred him, Seokjin reached over to flick the lamp on just as Sarang latched on. He rolled on to his back and rubbed his eyes before stretching. 

“Don’t,” you protested. “I didn’t want to wake you.” 

“I needed the bathroom anyway,” he answered sleepily, getting out of bed. 

When he came back a few minutes later, Sarang was mid-feed. “She’s really going to town,” he commented, climbing back in and sliding into the centre of the bed. 

“Best milk in the neighbourhood,” you joked, mouth quirking into a sleepy smirk. 

He chuckled, stroking through Sarang’s thick mop of hair, then along one chubby finger as her hand bobbed against your boob. You both sleepily watched her until she was finished, and even though most times she was back asleep in seconds once you’d burped her, tonight she was wide awake – eyes alert, looking around curiously as if she’d never seen this time of night before. 

“Sarang, are you going to be difficult tonight?” you murmured, but there was no annoyance in your voice, just fatigue. 

“Leave her here for a bit,” Seokjin suggested, moving over so you could place her between you. 

You didn’t want to encourage this – gone two in the morning was not a time to be awake – but what could you do? If you put her back inside her cot now she’d only start to fuss and cry. Maybe some tummy rubs would lull her. Placing her down, she made a happy babbling noise, her arms moving up and down as if she was excited. Impossible…maybe. Or you could have one of the cleverest babies to exist…

“Just because you’re cute, doesn’t mean you can get your own way all the time,” you told her, brushing her cheek. 

She was all softness and moreish smells. Seokjin pointed out a few days ago that she kind of smelled like fresh bread. You’d laughed at him at first, but thinking about it now, he wasn’t totally crazy. For you, it was more a sweet scent, milky. Definitely intoxicating. 

She was addicting. 

You’d never really contemplated motherhood, but now that Sarang was here, you couldn’t imagine life without her. Of course, it wasn’t always going to be this easy – it often wasn’t already – but you felt oddly prepared for anything. She gave you strength, made you feel invincible. Just for her. You wouldn’t let anybody hurt her, and if they did happen to slip past your defences, there’d be hell to pay. Seokjin was gazing at her as if he was thinking the exact same thing. 

You felt a pang in your chest, an aching love. Sometimes you had these moments; the ones where you couldn’t believe that she was yours. You and Seokjin had made her. She was here because of you both. A fortuitous encounter that’d had lasting results. 

You didn’t believe in kismet, had never given it much thought, but you did think you met Seokjin at just the right time, because Sarang was supposed to exist. You didn’t come together in the usual way people met and started a relationship, but that’s what made it special in your eyes. It was all down to Sarang that you were here now. She’d connected two people who might never have met again. Two people who were good for one another if given the opportunity to try. You were glad you’d both tried, because imagining a Seokjin-free life was impossible. 

Feeling you close, Sarang bounced her chubby limbs again, making another noise as she turned her head and stared at you. These days her attention span seemed to last longer, and she took you in for multiple seconds. It was exciting, and even though you had mixed feelings about her growing too fast, you couldn’t wait until she could fully take in her surroundings, couldn’t wait until you could make her smile and laugh. 

When Seokjin run his fingers over her round belly and then rubbed gently with the palm of his hand, her eyes scrunched up and she yawned, the slight rocking motion doing its job expertly. 

“Should I sing you a lullaby,” he whispered, leaning in close to press a kiss to her hair. Hearing his voice and feeling his touch, she jerked her head towards him, giving him his own wide-eyed stare. “Mm? Would you like that, Sarang?” 

“Please don’t,” you mock-groaned, letting your head fall on to your pillow. Your eyes closed momentarily, desperate for sleep. 

“Hey.” Offended, but grinning, Seokjin reached over to stroke hair from your face. Your eyes fluttered closed again, eyelids too heavy to keep them open, and you felt him cup your cheek. “Go to sleep, ____. I’ll put her back down once she drops off.”  

“You sure?” you mumbled. 

“Very.” 

Caressing your hair again, he pulled away. You sensed him take Sarang into his arms, and hearing her soft, content noises was like your very own lullaby. Happy and thankful, and feeling lucky, you were out before you knew it. 

Written 2022 - 2023. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2023

[floralseokjin]

⤑ 9 months to fall in love 23.

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 3,817

warnings/includes (!) a birthing scene but not very graphic! 

⟶ ao3 link

*inspired by the manhwa ‘Positively Yours.’

note; SHE’S HERE 🥰

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The birthing centre wanted you to get there immediately since you were having contractions and your waters had broken. It was vital you got checked out as soon as possible, even if there was a chance you wouldn’t be in active labour for a while. Since Jimin hadn’t been drinking because he was driving, Yuna offered to grab your hospital bag and they’d drive it over to you. You were thankful, asking her to bring a change of clothes too (and for Seokjin. His tux was growing more dishevelled by the second), because arriving in a party dress had not been in your plans. You were stressing out. Nothing was going as planned actually! Your waters had broken in a public place! Sarang wasn’t supposed to arrive for at least another week! All of this had happened so suddenly the situation felt out of your control. Hit with another contraction, this time possibly a little longer, you hissed, teeth gritted. 

Seokjin had you in the car properly and buckled in in seconds. You didn’t have a chance to say bye to everybody, let alone thanks, before he was driving off. You didn’t even have a chance to be nervous in the car, because you had bigger worries to deal with now, like going into labour and impending birth! Seokjin glanced over at you, a tick in his jaw, but despite being obviously tense, he made sure to reassure you, smile as soft and gentle as his voice. 

“Hey, everything is going to be all right.” He reached over to briefly squeeze your knee. 

Everything was all right, you told yourself. You were on your way to the birth centre, where you would get checked out and looked after by professionals. You would soon be in safe hands. Did it matter that you hadn’t gone into labour at home? Not really. Actually, as it turned out, the venue of the party was a lot closer to the centre than your house was. So, silver linings. 

By the time you arrived at the facility, your heart felt like it was going to race straight out your chest. It was nerves more than anything, anticipation, maybe even adrenaline was kicking in. You’d chosen this place because it was nothing like a hospital and that eased you, but still, the routine of getting checked in and wheeled into your room definitely reminded you of a hospital. You’d been wheeled around just a few weeks ago after the car accident. Your stomach rolled, nauseous with anxiety, but you composed yourself. It wasn’t about your fears now, you needed to be strong for Sarang. 

Seeing your room helped a lot. It was nothing like a hospital room, no sterile colours or furniture. If anything, it looked a home away from home; relaxing colours, comfy furniture and lighting you could dim to your liking. The double bed looked inviting, and there was a water pool (bath) directly opposite. A floor mat, extra cushions and a birth ball were collected in one corner, while in the opposite was a simple looking rocking chair. The only thing that was remotely clinical was the sink next to the bath with the soap and towel dispenser above it and a few buttons and devices next to the bed. To the left of the room was an ensuite, and beside the bed was a cot and a comfy sofa. 

You were quickly assessed. By now, you’d roughly estimated that your contractions were coming once every ten minutes or so, probably less, and you quickly found out that you were 3cm dilated. You were still in early labour, contractions mild, and even though it would be hours until you progressed into active labour, your baby would be here tomorrow. You relaxed after that, knowing things were advancing well but slowly and you had time to wrap your head around things before Sarang arrived. You no longer felt in a mad rush, and when Yuna arrived with your bag, you easily changed into the comfy sweats she’d packed and proceeded to rest on the sofa. There was a television on the wall which seemed to serve as a good distraction. 

The room next to yours held a private waiting area for family and friends, which was empty at the moment, but would no doubt be full by the morning. (Yuna and Jimin had left after they checked you were okay, Yuna promising to arrive bright and early tomorrow unless she got a call in the middle of the night.) In the waiting room, there was even a small kitchen, but you didn’t have use for that right now, the vending machines more than enough. After the initial shock and panic, you’d come over quite peckish, so moving to the bed, you munched on a variety of snacks while Seokjin called his parents with updates. You worked through the oncoming contractions, trying not to concentrate on how they seemed to be growing longer and more painful, and when Seokjin ended the call, he came over to you and helped unpin your hair as it was still in the style you’d worn for the party. Feeling thankful for him, you leaned your head back against his shoulder and he kissed your crown, wrapping his arms around your stomach. 

“I need to call my dad,” you said, surprised by how tired you sounded. You hoped you’d be able to sleep tonight, but who knew. 

It was Yeonja who picked up the phone, her voice high with worry slash eagerness. “Oh, ____ honey, are you okay? What’s happening? Is she coming yet?” 

Slightly bombarded, you chuckled lethargically, rubbing an eye with your free hand. “I’m fine. The room’s really lovely. I’m only 3cm dilated at the moment, so I don’t think she’ll be coming until tomorrow. That’s what the nurse said.” 

“Three centimetres,” she gasped, acting as if you’d just told her you were ten and about to start pushing. “Me and your father will rush down in the morning as soon as we’ve checked out of the hotel. Actually, maybe we’ll stay an extra night. Is that all right?” she added hesitantly. 

“Of course it is,” you said, finding yourself smiling. “I think Seokjin’s parents are doing the same. I’ll let you know if I need you sooner. Where is dad, by the way?” 

“Oh,” she sighed, “he left his coat at the venue. Had to go back and get it, didn’t he?” She clicked her tongue. “And then left his phone here. What to do with him.” 

As she spoke, you felt another tug and clenched your teeth. Feeling you stiffen, Seokjin quickly started to massage your lower back, helping you through it. “What happened with the party? Does everyone know?” 

“Well…yes,” she replied hesitantly. “We had to tell everyone in the end because Seokjin’s parents wanted to leave and they couldn’t do that when everyone was still dancing the night away… They were very excited for you,” she added. “None of them noticed your speedy getaway.” 

You chatted with Yeonja for a few more minutes, thankful for the distraction, and when that ended, your sister messaged the groupchat you were in with her and Jihoon, who joined in. A text from Namjoon popped up not long after, wishing you luck from him and Yeeun with a blowing kiss emoji. Ridiculous, but sweet. You bet Yeeun hadn’t approved it before he hit send. 

When midnight came and went, you thought it best to try and get some sleep and got checked over again once you’d changed into your comfy, oversized nightshirt. You were still only 3cm dilated, and because you couldn’t really pinpoint how long you’d been in latent labour, there was no estimation as to when you’d move into active labour. Especially because this was your first baby and that meant labour was often longer. For now, they’d check every two hours, unless you rang for them with any noticeable changes. 

You managed to nap successfully before the first interruption, but Seokjin looked like he hadn’t slept a wink. When you asked him, he said he couldn’t even think about closing his eyes. His concern was only made stronger when you found out you were now 4cm dilated. From here on in, you were in active labour and should expect to gain 1cm every hour. Not to mention, your contractions would get stronger and more frequent. You didn’t manage much more sleep after that. By 4am you were having a bath, suggested by your nurse. The warm water felt nice over your skin and was a destresser as well as a mild pain reliever, but you couldn’t stay in there forever unless you wanted to become a prune. Afterwards, Seokjin gave you a small massage and then used a bunch of pillows to stack behind your head, choosing to sit on the chair beside the bed so you could have more room. He held your hand during contractions, letting you squeeze it practically off without any complaints. Instead, he murmured gentle encouragements and soft words, helping you change positions or go to the toilet. He even paced around the room with you when you needed a distraction from the pain. Not to mention, keeping up a one-sided conversation when said distraction didn’t work. 

By 6am, you wanted to claw out of your own skin. Where your contractions had felt like intense tightening before, they now felt like extreme cramps. They were awful, and each one was longer and more painful than the previous, taking your breath away and making speech impossible. You wanted to punch something. You wanted a punching bag in here. Why wasn’t that a thing? In a moment of delirium, you imagined if Jungkook was here he’d volunteer himself, tensing his stomach as hard as possible so you could hit the shit out of him. It wasn’t until Seokjin asked what you were laughing at, did you realise you had been at all. If you could call it that. You sounded more or less hysterical. 

“Seokjin, I think I’m going crazy,” you confessed, feeling tears collect at the corner of your eyes. You’d taken this all in your stride, but you didn’t think you could last much longer. You were 7cm dilated by now. Any more of this and you’d start pushing anyway. It was only three centimetres, how bad could it be? 

“I don’t think you are, angel,” he murmured soothingly, rubbing your back. “You’re just in pain.” 

When 7 o’clock came around, Yuna was there before either of your parents. She looked shocked to see how quick things had progressed. When she’d seen you last you’d been lounging on the sofa asking Seokjin what snacks they had in the vending machine. You hadn’t seen your reflection in a few hours but you could only guess you looked as deranged as you felt. You were breathing through the end of your latest contraction when she had the audacity to ask what they felt like. 

“Menstrual cramps on steroids,” you told her, still breathing in and out. “Or gas that’s been trapped for a week.” 

Despite herself, a laugh escaped. You glared at her. “Sorry,” she apologised quietly. 

“Just you wait,” you warned ominously. 

“Babe, I thought we established I’m never having kids after that torn coochie video.” She definitely saw your eyes flash, because she soon rushed to defend herself.  “Hey, direct that anger at the man who got you into this situation, not me.” 

“Yuna,” Seokjin cut in quickly, his palm loosely clasping the back of your neck, thumb and fingers rubbing so good you felt your toes curl. “My mom just text me to say they’ve arrived. Can you meet them outside and show them the way?” 

Yuna skedaddled. Whether it was because she loved being of help or because she was terrified of you, you had no idea, but you relaxed against Seokjin gratefully. He’d made his way back on the bed by now. Impossible. You could never be angry at this man. Seokjin had been nothing but attentive all night, despite being visibly exhausted. He was running on less sleep than you. He helped retie your hair again – it kept coming loose, probably from you yanking at your hair periodically – and then his phone buzzed with a video message from a very excitable Taeoh, who told you breathlessly (he was jumping on his bed) how he couldn’t wait to meet his baby cousin Glob. You managed a laugh – a wonderful distraction from the shooting pains in your ass right now. 

Not long after Seokjin’s parents got here, Yeonja and your dad were hurrying in too. As much as you appreciated them and wanted them to be here to meet their granddaughter, you were in no mood to be surrounded, and Seokjin, attuned to your feelings as always, realised that straight away. Delicately, he eventually managed to get them all out into the waiting room, emphasising you needed your rest because it wouldn’t be long before you gave birth. 

Which was the truth. A couple of hours later, already feeling the urge to push, you were told you were finally 10cm dilated and it was time to get this baby out of you…

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Seokjin had never felt this useless in his entire life. He hated seeing you struggling and knowing there was nothing he could do to stop it. He’d foolishly thought once you started pushing there wouldn’t be long left to wait, but it had been over two hours since then and Sarang was still nowhere to be seen. You changed position a few times, but now you were propped up on your back again. All he could do was stay by your side and let you squeeze his hand (he’d lost feeling in it a long time ago, not that he cared) and pass you the Entonox mouthpiece when a contraction started. All the while he murmured encouragements and sweet words, but the more exhausted and frustrated you got, the less those seemed to be helping. 

“You’re doing so well,” he told you now, stroking back your hair from your hot, scrunched up face. 

You practically threw the mouthpiece at him once the contraction was over. “This is your fault,” you accused, teeth gritted. 

Despite hating seeing you in pain, he had to work to keep a straight face. He was seeing an entirely different side of you right now, but he knew you would not appreciate his amusement. Your glare was practically murderous. 

“It is,” he agreed simply. 

“Stupid Kim big baby curse!” you burst out. 

“Are you expecting a whopper, then?” your midwife asked, a slight smile on her face. She was obviously entertained by the conversation.  

You nodded vigorously, catching your breath. 

“I see. Okay, ____, I want you to take a rest this time. No pushing, you hear me?” 

“What?” you baulked. “I need to push!” 

“You also need to conserve your energy. You’re growing exhausted,” she told you softly but firmly. Seokjin felt his gut tighten with worry. “Trust me, all right?” the midwife continued. “We’ll take a break this time round, and then go again. You’re on track, there’s no need to worry.” 

His shoulders eased, but you only sagged back in frustration. “I’ve been here for forever!” 

“It hasn’t been that long,” she chuckled. 

Seokjin went to give you the mouthpiece when the contraction started up, but you discarded it. “I don’t want it anymore,” you told him, blowing out. He went to contest, but the midwife stepped in. 

“That’s perfectly fine, ____. If it’s not working for you, you can stop. Now, just breathe through them and resist the urge to push. Your energy will be renewed for the next one. Sarang will be crowning before we know it.” 

“Really?” Seokjin asked, relief and excitement merging. 

“Yup!” 

“Thank fuck!” you groaned, leaning into his shoulder when the pain subsided. “Don’t laugh,” you told him when he couldn’t help it. 

When the next contraction came, you tucked your chin to your chest and pushed with all your might. “Good – you’re doing amazing, ____!” your midwife praised, as you took a breather and started again. “Follow that urge.” 

“I’m thirsty,” you muttered once it was over. 

Seokjin looked over at the bedside table and saw your cup was empty. “I’ll get you some more water. I’ll be right back.” He kissed the top of your head and rushed off. 

The waiting room was thankfully quiet. He didn’t like the idea of everyone listening to you give birth, just because he knew you wouldn’t like it. He made his way over to the mini fridge in the corner and grabbed a bottle of water, trying not to spill any as he poured it into the paper cup. His hands were shaking, and he willed himself to breathe slowly. Behind him, he heard footfalls. 

“Forgot my wallet,” said an apologetic voice from behind him, and Seokjin turned to see Minsoo grabbing it from the couch. “We’re in the canteen,” he added in silent explanation. 

Seokjin nodded, then swallowed, realising his throat was dry. “____ needs water.” 

“How’s it going?” your father asked. 

“Good. I think.” The last part wasn’t supposed to come out, and he winced at his own uncertainty. 

Minsoo regarded him for a moment, then said carefully, “It’s okay to feel scared, Seokjin.” 

Great. The panic in his eyes was noticeable then. 

“That feeling doesn’t go away—Trust me,” Minsoo chuckled. “I’ve been there three times. But ____ needs you to be strong for her and the baby.” Seokjin nodded as your father turned serious. Once upon a time, he thought Minsoo an intimidating man. Well, he still was, but right now, he wasn’t trying to be threatening; he was being helpful. 

“Now,” Minsoo finished, “go in there and be the man she needs.” 

Seokjin grabbed a straw from the pot on top of the fridge and nodded his thanks to the older man as he rushed past. “I’ll let you know when Sarang is here.” 

“Take your time,” Minsoo smiled. 

When Seokjin got back inside, you were just starting to push again, the midwife counting to ten. You clutched on to his arm when he raced to your side, eyes wide. “Where did you go?” you whined pitifully once the first urge to push had gone. 

“I went to get you water, remember?” he said softly, holding the cup out so you could sip from the straw. 

“Don’t leave me again,” you warned, and Seokjin found himself smiling. 

He leaned down to kiss your clammy forehead. “I won’t ever leave you.” You gave him a sweet little smile that squeezed at his heart and reached for the straw again. 

Perched on the bed, he held your water in one hand and your hand in the other, encouraging you all the way as you started pushing again. “You’ve got this, ____” he murmured. “You’re amazing.” 

“____,” the midwife said sternly, your contraction ceasing. “You’re crowning.” 

“I am?!” you exclaimed. “She’s there?!” Excitement and fear were easily noticeable in your voice. You squeezed Seokjin’s hand again. 

“She is,” she confirmed. “Now, I need you to be very careful. Next time you feel the urge to push you must be as gentle as you can. Your body needs to stretch, or you might tear.” 

“Okay,” you replied firmly, taking a breath. “Okay.” A fresh wave of purpose seemed to wash over you. Seokjin was enamoured, a stab of affection for you panging the middle of his chest. 

“Dad, do you want to see?” the midwife asked him, a gentle, encouraging smile on her face. 

Seokjin nodded and shuffled off the bed, but you wouldn’t let go of his hand, wanting to keep tethered to him. His arm stretched as he moved down and leaned over to get a look. He blinked slowly, in awe. “Oh, woah.”

He couldn’t comprehend what he was seeing, but somewhere from the back of his mind, a voice told him he was witnessing the gift of his daughter being born. 

“What? What is it?” you demanded, squeezing his fingers. 

“She has a lot of hair,” he got out, staring at the shock of black hair clearly visible between your legs. You managed a laugh, tensing when your body got ready to push again. Seokjin hurriedly went to move to your side, but you stopped him. 

“No, stay there,” you urged. “I want you to tell me what’s happening.” 

“Now push gently,” the midwife instructed. “Breathe through it. Don’t be discouraged if you suck her back up again. That happens.” 

However, instead of that happening, as you pushed, Sarang’s head slowly started to come out. Seokjin watched with amazement (and light-headedness) as the midwife cleared her nose and mouth of mucus and checked that the umbilical cord wasn’t around her neck. He tried to describe everything he was seeing to you, but he could barely hear his own voice over the thudding of his heart and to be honest, he wasn’t certain you were listening anyway. Absolute determination had taken over. 

“It burns!” you moaned, head falling back against the pillow, contraction cruelly over. 

“It will,” the midwife replied. “Just take a moment. When you go again, it will be over quick. Bear with it, this is the last hurdle. Get ready, she’s nearly here.” 

Before long, it was ready to push again. You strained loudly, bearing down as hard as you could, until Seokjin speechlessly witnessed the final moments of Sarang’s birth. 

“There we go.” The midwife spoke loudly and clearly so you could hear, her hands under Sarang’s head and shoulders to help guide her tiny body from you. “There she is. She’s here, ____. She’s beautiful.” 

A quiet, shaky cry filled the room, your daughter making her arrival known. 

“Let me see her,” he heard you choke out, your hand leaving his. 

The loss of contact was enough to shake him out of his frozen state, and he stepped towards the head of the bed, watching as you rushed to undo the buttons of your nightshirt with clumsy hands, ready to feel Sarang against your chest. You reached out your hands for her as the midwife came closer and let out a small, shaky noise of awe and emotion once she was in your arms. The heat and the softness of your skin seemed to soothe Sarang, who stopped her frail little cries almost immediately. The midwife started to dry her down with a towel and then covered you both with a blanket. 

Seokjin watched you gaze down at Sarang as though she was your entire world. Seokjin knew the feeling. He too, was gazing down at both of you tenderly. You, the person he loved most in this world, holding his tiny, beautiful, fragile daughter – who he now loved just as hard and irrevocably. 

Everything felt different, he felt complete. 

Written 2022 - 2023. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2023

[floralseokjin]

⤑ 9 months to fall in love 22.

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 5,057

warnings/includes (!) IT’S TIME! GLOB IS COMING!!!! 

⟶ ao3 link

*inspired by the manhwa ‘Positively Yours.’

note; The Astronaut is 1000% playing while they have their little slow dance during the party 🤧 Also, for visuals: here is the inspo for the photoshoot outfit and here’s inspo for the tux! 

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The next few weeks flew by. 

It took a while for you to stop feeling so shaken up by the accident, and even now, you still felt slightly nervous being inside a car. You knew you couldn’t let the irrational fear consume you, especially with your life soon to take on a new importance, so you tried hard to work past it, talking it through with your therapist during the online sessions you were still having. The collision had purely been an accident, a split-second mistake made by the other driver, a lapse in his judgment. You couldn’t give it the chance to control you. You were stronger than that. Plus, you had so many better things to concentrate on. Seokjin, your friends, your bettering relationship with your family. Your daughter. 

At first, being on maternity leave was jarring. You’d worked fulltime ever since you’d graduated university, so having countless days and days to yourself took some getting used to. Seokjin joked that you needed to make the most of it, because once Sarang got here you both wouldn’t know peace again. It was a strange thought, but not disagreeable. She might have been the surprise you’d never known you wanted, but you’d been practically ready and eager from the start. Seokjin, too. 

You busied yourself with some more decorating of the house at first. Minor decorating. You couldn’t do much, but dotting a few art pieces or photos around, placing a vase on an end table, and laying out a few rugs here and there didn’t use much energy. Until it did. It felt like you were getting heavier and heavier by the day, the weight of Glob weighing you down and warping your axis of balance. You tried your best to keep active, going into the centre of the city a couple of times, and when you couldn’t manage that – not that you managed it well pre-pregnancy – you settled on small walks around your new neighbourhood. Seokjin joined you in the evenings sometimes, but mostly on the weekend. He was still working himself silly ready for his paternity leave, which meant that you were both in bed by 9pm most nights. 

In fact, as well as going to bed early, you liked a nap in the middle of the day too, falling asleep on the couch, where you spent most of the day watching boxset upon boxset. You’d already completed a rewatch of one of your favourite shows, finding it even funnier than the first time a couple of years ago. Now, you were starting something new. A sitcom. You found laughing was the way to go in these trying times, but it also weakened your bladder even more. You’d also started playing BT21 – your bump was a great rest for the handheld console. You’d never been into gaming, but you were becoming mildly addicted slash emotionally unstable, crying at how cute all the animal characters were. 

On the weekends, you and Seokjin bulk cooked meals to freeze. What started off as a fun domesticated activity soon turned into a bind. The good news was that you now had enough food to last at least three months and had stocked up on enough dried goods to avoid starving during a zombie apocalypse. But hopefully that didn’t happen now that you were so close to giving birth. 

The nursery was complete, the beautiful crib the main feature. You kept finding any old excuse to step inside and gaze around – not that you needed an excuse. You spent quite a few hours organising and reorganising Sarang’s chest of drawers, folding and refolding all her little onesies and cute outfits. You made sure to dust and wipe down surfaces often, wanting everything to be squeaky clean for her arrival. Your hospital bag had long been packed, on countdown inside your bedroom. Before long, there wasn’t very long to wait at all! 

One of the worst things to deal with, now that you were in such a late stage of pregnancy, were the nights. Maybe that’s why you were napping so much in the day. No position was comfortable – and positions were limited in the first place. Your bump had reached its limits, you couldn’t go any bigger you were certain. You tried to help yourself by wedging pillows under your bump and between your legs to ease the pressure. It worked to a certain extent, but then leg cramps would set in and you had to move around, trying to get comfy all over again. Then you needed to pee, so it was back and forth to the bathroom. Then Sarang decided she wanted to wiggle. 

It was no wonder you were a little irritable these days, all things considered. Tonight, you and Seokjin had gone to bed not talking to one another after you’d snapped at him over making dinner. He’d come home later than usual to find you in the kitchen, instantly ordering you out. When you’d refused, the exasperated look on his face made you see red. You didn’t expect him to come home after a long day of work and start dinner immediately. You were pregnant, not decrepit, and making a simple stir fry wasn’t beyond the realms of possibility. 

You’d made the stupid stir fry in the end, and then the both of you had eaten in stony silence across from one another. You rarely argued, but you were both fans of the silent treatment when you did. Both stubborn too, it was impossible to know who would break first. As it were, Seokjin was the one to fold tonight. 

“____, what’s wrong?” he asked into the darkness, voice thick with sleep but prickled with concern. 

It wasn’t a surprise that you’d managed to wake him up. You’d already been to the bathroom twice, readjusted your pillows five times, and thrown your head back in frustration maybe ten. 

“Nothing,” you mumbled. Which was a lie. As well as being horrifically uncomfortable, you felt guilty for earlier, which was only marginally overshadowing your annoyance over Seokjin being able to sleep soundly while you tossed and turned. 

Seokjin shifted onto his side, one hand reaching for you and grazing your hip. “Can’t get to sleep?” 

“No.” Mortified, the word sobbed from you, and just like that you were crying. 

“Hey,” he said softly, gathering you in his arms as best he could. You were still uncomfortable but feeling him hold you made it better. “You’re okay.” He rubbed your back soothingly. 

“I’m being stupid,” you sniffed into his chest, getting his pyjama shirt wet. 

Moving your hair off your forehead, he kissed a spot he could reach. “You’re not. You’re tired and uncomfortable.” His palm felt really good stroking between your shoulder blades. “Close your eyes and think of something relaxing.”  

“All I have to think about is the impending horrors of childbirth.” 

Seokjin didn’t reply, probably realising there was nothing he could say to that. He’d seen the videos too. 

“I’m sorry about earlier,” you added.

“I’m sorry too,” he sighed softly. “I had a stressful day.” You hated that he was working so hard while simultaneously knowing you would be beyond happy and grateful once your daughter was born. You were ready to tag team Sarang’s first month in this world. 

“If you can’t sleep, neither will I,” Seokjin announced a few moments later. 

“Now you’re the one being stupid.” 

He barked a laugh, loud in the middle of the night. Then, fondly, “I love you.” 

You smiled against him. You would never get sick of hearing that. It was just three small words, but you knew Seokjin meant them deeply every time. And so did you. “I love you, too.”

A couple of weeks ago, Seokjin got the front page on one of the most well-known business magazines. You didn’t know who had been more excited, you or everyone else who adored him. Definitely not him anyway. Seokjin handled it with his usual Seokjin modesty, as if it wasn’t a big deal at all. You had a copy on your nightstand and another on the coffee table in the best living room. Yeonja even bought a copy for her coffee table, and Mari too! She messaged you a picture on the day it came out. Seokjin had a lot of fans. It was no wonder when you saw his photoshoot. Fashionable in his beige turtleneck and grey suit, he looked objectively handsome. There was no issue of being biased, your man seriously was that good looking! And wonderful. You’d read the part where they mentioned you and Sarang (not by name) in his interview at least a dozen times, and it never failed to put a massive grin on your face (and shed a tear or two.) Plus, reading the interviewer praise him made you inexplicably happy. 

Having taken up most of his twenties and half of his thirties, Alpaca Gaming Studios has been his life, but it’s time to concentrate on more personal matters. After falling in love earlier this year, there’s a baby on the way, and Seokjin is ready to gradually take a step back from work. “She’s the most amazing person I know,” he says about his partner, sounding smitten. “I want to spend as much time with my family as possible. I can’t wait to become a father.” He’s unable to fight the grin on his face. 

Staunchly private, he won’t reveal much about his relationship, but his beaming face is proof of how in love he is. His company still means the world to him, but he is very aware that it could shine just as hard without him – his words, not mine! I am inclined to disagree. AGS has obviously become what it is because of the man sat in front of me. Politely spoken and painfully modest, it seems almost impossible that he is CEO of one of the world’s most popular video game companies. Not to mention, Kim is quite unnervingly handsome. It’s practically unfair. He laughs when I tell him this, turning red. 

“Nothing like that,” he’s quick to correct, when I ask him if he plans on stepping down. Then jokes, “I’ll give everyone I know a heart attack if they read this. I can’t see myself stepping down any time soon.”  

It’s another one of his charms. To be serious and subsequently dilute it with a joke. Not everyone could pull it off, and Seokjin does so numerous times during this interview. His charisma is something else! 

“We’re a team at AGS, a family” he continues, “and they are way more talented than I could ever be.” He chuckles self-deprecatingly, somehow making it attractive. “I have no doubt that if I ever did decide to retire, they’d do just fine without me. There’s my second in command, after all.” 

He’s mentioned his secretary slash best friend Jung Hoseok numerous times throughout this interview and insists he wouldn’t be here now without him. In fact, he wouldn’t be here now without a number of people. It’s obvious that he genuinely believes that. There is nothing false about Kim Seokjin. His gratitude and humility are two more admirable qualities that make this man hard to judge or criticise. 

The mention of Seokjin stepping down from CEO one day had shocked you at first. Making plans for his month-long paternity leave was one thing, but to talk about gradually distancing himself from his role was something he’d never even mentioned. He was quick to reassure you that he wasn’t seriously thinking any of that, his mouth just had a habit of running away from him during nerve-wracking situations like a global magazine interview. It was true that he wanted to take more time for you and Sarang, not work such long hours, and to have stress-free weekends, but he wasn’t ready to leave everything he still loved so much. At least not right now. Who knows what the future holds, he told you. Maybe five years from now we’ll have Glob No.2 and I won’t want to step into the office ever again.

You liked thinking of the future these days. Of your future with him and Sarang…and Glob No.2. (But no No.3 like he’d also suggested!) Before the future never used to cross your mind, but you had so many new things to look forward to now. Your relationship, your baby, Yuna and Jimin’s wedding! Life was exciting and constantly changing, filled with things that had never crossed your mind this time last year. It was a great feeling, even when you struggled to stand on your feet for more than ten minutes right now…

As Seokjin’s 35th birthday was going to be overshadowed by Sarang’s arrival into this world, his parents insisted on celebrating early. It was a multitude of celebrations to tell the truth: Jin’s birthday, his interview, Sarang’s imminent arrival, the last hoorah before said arrival. 

Seokjin knew about it of course, he didn’t very much like surprises, and Mikyung had kept you updated every step of the way because you were too exhausted to help organise a thing. In fact, you were probably too exhausted to even attend the party. You were 39 weeks pregnant and hadn’t done much movement in over a week. You moved from the bedroom to the sofa, to the kitchen, to the sofa, to the bedroom again at the end of the day. It wasn’t a very fun existence, so with cutthroat determination, you were attending your man’s birthday party. Even if you sat down for most of the night and begged to go home by 8pm. 

Yuna did your hair and make-up, and even your nails. If the last few weeks of pregnancy had taught you anything, it was that you could get used to the kind of life where people did everything for you. You were due for a harsh reality check in ten days’ time, because your role was going to be well and truly reversed. You’d folded yourself into a grey velvet wrap dress, complete with chunky socks, before sliding your swollen feet into a trusty pair of Crocs – black this time. Fashion was the last thing on your mind at the moment, which was heart-breaking for the likes of you, but if you were being honest, it had taken a backseat a long time ago. 

The venue was stunning. Mikyung really had pulled out all the stops for her Seokjinie, the theme winter wonderland-esque in gold and creams. There was even an outdoor area decorated much the same, with the gazebo draped in string lights that twinkled in the dark. You wouldn’t be caught outside in mid-November weather, but each to their own. While the party was in the development stages, it had been a toss-up between a three-course meal or a buffet. In the end, down to a committee vote, buffet had won, which you were ecstatic about because you loved a good ol’ buffet. Jungkook was chuffed too and sat next to you munching on two plates piled high with every option available. 

The guest list wasn’t excessive, but it did include a few family members and friends you hadn’t met yet, and Seokjin introduced you to them with a very loving “this is my ____.” It made you beam and feel almost drunk, which you were most definitely not. Somewhere along the line you lost him, but you were in no condition to go and find him. Instead, you sat down at the corner table you’d nabbed for your own, and watched everyone having fun, amused and quietly laughing to yourself. It made you happy that there were so many people here celebrating Seokjin. 

Your brother was poking around what was left of the buffet, and your father and Yeonja were slow dancing together in the middle of the dancefloor. When the song changed abruptly, you watched them break apart awkwardly, unsure of how to continue. Your sister was sat on the opposite side of the room, on her phone, but occasionally you caught her glancing up and watching Hoseok who was now busting out some moves while Kang struggled to keep up. (Fun fact: Hoseok was a trained street dancer. You’d found out tonight.) Ah, not only was he way too old for her, but he was also gay. Maybe she’d realise both on her own, if not you’d let her down gently later. Jungkook was dancing with Haram. She was laughing as he spun her around. They both looked like they were having fun, which was nice to witness. It was a far cry from their behaviour at your dinner party all those weeks ago. 

Seokjin’s brother and wife were dancing with Taeoh and Jiu. His parents must be outside – crazy people. Namjoon and Yeeun were sat on a table; he whispered in her ear and made her giggle. Mari walked over, unintentionally interrupting them. Yuna and Jimin were nowhere to be seen. 

While deep in concentration, a figure suddenly leaned over you, blocking your view, and you looked up to see a joyful looking Seokjin. His face was flushed and his eyes shiny, but he wasn’t drunk. Now that you were close to the end, he refused to touch even a drop of alcohol. Just in case. 

He held out his hand. “Care to dance with me, my beautiful lady?” 

“How about a shuffle?” 

He chuckled. “I would want nothing more than to shuffle with you.” 

With a grin, you took his hand, and he helped your stiff body up. You needed to dance at least once, or just get on the dancefloor. Thankfully, the song changed as you got there, something slow and meaningful again. You looped your arms around his neck as he wrapped his around your waist and started to sway slowly. He looked hot in a tux. If you had the energy, you’d rough it up later tonight. Unfortunately, that wouldn’t be the case. 

“Happy early birthday,” you said, kissing him. 

One of Seokjin’s palms slid to your bump as he smiled against your mouth. He pulled back slightly. “I’m looking forward to my early gift.” 

“I love you, you know that, don’t you?” You didn’t know what it was, possibly the lyrics in the song you were dancing to, but the love you felt for him seemed to want to burst out of you. 

“I do know that,” he replied, his smile turning into a cheeky grin. “I love you more, though.” 

Laughing at how ridiculous he was, you gazed into one another’s eyes and continued to slow dance, Sarang in the middle. Even when the song shifted. Neither of you cared that you weren’t in time to the music. But before long, Yuna appeared at your side, tugging your arm. 

“I’m stealing your woman,” she told Seokjin, who knew not to put up too much of a fight. She dragged you into the centre of the room. “I’ve been waiting for you to get on the floor all night!” 

Well, she best make the most of it because she had exactly three more minutes before you gave out. You weren’t even moving your feet as she held your hands and moved your arms up and down, but you were both having fun, laughing and making noise. You span her around at one point, then felt a throb in your lower back. That was it. 

“Yuna, I can’t do anymore,” you shouted over the music, one hand clutching the offending area. 

“Party pooper!” she yelled, but she was grinning as she said it, kissing your cheek before you hobbled off, your feet killing you. 

You made your way back to your corner, flopping down on the chair with a groan. Seokjin had disappeared again, but you didn’t mind. You needed five. Unless your bladder decided it wanted to be emptied again. You’d spent enough of your time in the restroom already. As you were sending a silent prayer to your bladder, you felt a twinge low in your stomach. You didn’t think much of it as you’d been experiencing similar things for a few days anyway. At your last doctor’s appointment, it had been confirmed that your bump had dropped, and Dr. Choi had said you might start experiencing some aches and twinges here and there as labour drew closer. 

However, that twinge did feel a lot stronger, and your back was burning, but maybe it was because you’d been more active tonight than you had been for days – weeks even. As you shifted uncomfortably in your seat, your lower back continued to throb. Your pain was interrupted by Kang coming over. He was breathing hard and sweat was beading from his hairline. The chair scraped across the floor as he threw himself down. “Not feeling it either?” you asked through gritted teeth. 

“Hoseok doesn’t even know I’m gone,” he laughed weakly, then furrowed his brow when he took you in. “You okay?” 

“I think I’ve hit my limit tonight,” you admitted, rubbing the underside of your bump. Maybe you should go find Seokjin and tell him you were going home. He could stay here, you didn’t mind, and you didn’t want to ruin his night. You were sure your dad could take you back, he hadn’t been drinking either because he had to drive back to the hotel he, Yeonja and your siblings were staying at for the night. 

“Should I ask one of the waiting staff for some water?” Kang asked, sounding concerned. 

You shook your head. “I’m fine.” Then belatedly remembered your manners. “Thank you.” 

Kang didn’t look like he believed you. 

“THERE YOU ARE!” Hoseok’s screech of a voice made you both jump, and you winced. Shit, your back felt as if it was on fire. “Don’t think you can sneak away from me, lover,” he told Kang, pulling at his hands. “Come dance again!” He noticed you then. “Hey, ____!” Then noticed your expression, instantly worried. “What’s wrong?” 

You sucked in a breath. “Nothing.” 

“It’s not nothing,” Kang said. He leaned over, brows knitted together. “Are you sure you’re all right? You look like you’re in pain.” 

You felt another—something. “I just—it’s just twinges.” They both saw your grimace. This wasn’t just a twinge. It was going on for a little longer, something inside you clenching. Stomach muscles maybe, or something else… “I should find Seokjin.” You jumped up with a buoyancy you didn’t know you had anymore, panic and pain driving your body. 

“Maybe he stepped outside. Let me—” 

Kang stopped abruptly when the sound of liquid splashed on the floor. There wasn’t much of it, and it was a similar sound to when you had a mug of tea filled too full and some slid over the brim and onto the floor as you walked. Only it was coming from between your legs, so it wasn’t tea. And you weren’t holding a mug. 

“Is that…?” The colour drained from Hoseok’s face, which did nothing for your nerves. You stared wide-eyed at Kang. You needed him right now. He was a nurse. He could make sense of the situation. Had you peed yourself? It wouldn’t be the first time. 

“____, don’t panic,” Kang began calmly, “but I think you might be in labour.” 

“I can’t be.” You shook your head, adamant. Or maybe it was because you couldn’t be going into labour here. Surrounded by your family and friends and even some people you didn’t know. “I’m not due yet. My doctor said I might feel some—things but I—” 

“____, your waters have broken,” Kang interrupted. Firmer this time. 

“Oh God, not here.” You crumbled, heart starting to race ninety to the dozen.

“Sit back down,” he ordered softly, getting you back down into the chair. You felt damp between your legs and your socks felt slightly wet and gross. “Hoseok, go and find Jin – as discreetly as possible,” he added, looking around. 

Good. The last thing you wanted to do was gain attention. But for how long that would be possible, you had no idea. You were in labour in the middle of a party. 

“On it,” Hoseok nodded purposefully and disappearing. 

No sooner had he gone, Jungkook was appearing in his place. “What’s going on here?” He wiggled his eyebrows. “ ____, wanna dance?” 

“I don’t think she’s up to it right now,” Kang replied, his hand on your back. 

Jungkook’s eyes widened as he took you in, and got wider when he noticed the floor. “Oh shit. Are you having the baby?” 

“She’s in labour, yes,” Kang answered for you. 

“Where’s Jin?” 

“Hobi went to find him.” He tugged on Jungkook’s suit jacket. “Come here, crowd a little so people don’t realise what’s going on.” 

Obliging, he hid you from view, the front of his shoe in your amniotic fluid! You made a strangled noise, but he didn’t seem to care. “Are you okay?” he asked, and he sounded panicked. 

“Sort of,” you winced, moving a little because of your back. “I’m a little mortified if anything.” 

In truth, you couldn’t quite believe it was happening. Surely you would have realised earlier? And surely you should be in more pain? You mean, yes, you were in pain right now, but shouldn’t it be worse? Or maybe it just hadn’t kicked in properly yet. Oh God, the thought made you nervous. Your hand was shaking as you brought it over your mouth, breathing out slowly. 

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” Jungkook insisted. “I guess Sarang wanted to be a part of the fun too.” 

You managed a smile, grateful he was trying to make a joke. “Fuck, I really hope she won’t be born right here right now.” 

“You have a good few hours yet,” Kang reassured, still rubbing your back. “Don’t worry—” 

“____!” Seokjin exclaimed, racing towards you, shoes skidding on the floor. There was nothing discreet about the father of your baby. Not that you cared right now, you just wanted him. 

You reached out for him in panic, gripping his hand as he got closer. “Seokjin, she’s coming!” 

Kang moved so Seokjin could take his seat. “This suddenly?” he asked, taking over rubbing your back. You knew what he was thinking. He’d only seen you twenty minutes ago. His eyes were wide, his breathing coming out in loud puffs. 

“My back’s been aching more than usual today,” you started babbling. “I didn’t realise at first, I just thought it was—” You stopped when you felt another tightening sensation and looked up at Kang. “Are these contractions?” 

He nodded. “You’ve probably been in latent labour for a few hours.” 

Seokjin let out a shaky sigh. “We need to get to the birthing centre.” 

“Call first,” Kang advised. “You might get there just to be sent home otherwise.” 

“But she’s in labour!” Jungkook cried, then immediately clamped is jaw shut. Kang looked around but there was no one near your corner. Most people were on the dancefloor or outside. 

“Let’s go somewhere quieter at least,” Seokjin said, stroking some of your hair. “Yeah?” he murmured, kissing your cheek. 

You nodded, thankful. You didn’t want to be inside here one second longer. “Where are our parents?” 

“They’re all sat in the gazebo. Jiu’s running around like Road Runner out there. She’s even tiring Taeoh out.” 

Despite the situation, that got a laugh out of you. Jiu was getting confident on her tiny, little feet now. She was turning into a terror. 

“I’ll go let them know. You go,” Hoseok said. 

Seokjin smiled. “Thanks, Hobi.” He helped you up carefully. “Come on, let’s get you in the car. I’ll call the centre from there.” Leaning on him, he kissed your temple. “You’re okay,” he murmured.

“I’m okay,” you confirmed, psyching yourself up more than anything. You could do this. You had this. 

Kang stayed behind to wait for Hoseok while Jungkook followed you both as you tried to make a quick and undiscovered exit. You made it out the room successfully before you remembered something – no wait, someone. You clutched Seokjin’s arm. “Wait, where’s Yuna? I need her.” You needed your best friend. 

Jungkook looked back into the party. “I’ll go find her.” 

It was cold outside, but it was nice. You felt as if you’d been boiling up inside. You sat in the passenger’s seat of Seokjin’s car with the door open as he crouched in front of you, stroking up and down your thighs. 

“____! Oh my God,” Yuna cried, bursting out of the building, Jimin and Kang at her heels. The latter had your coat. 

“Yuna, a bit quieter,” Seokjin hissed, standing up. 

“Sorry,” she panted, her handbag gripped in her fingers. “Oh my God.” She got down low on the floor, replacing Seokjin. “Glob is coming!”

“I’m aware.” You felt another twinge—no, contraction—and held yourself rigid. 

She fussed over you a minute while Seokjin paced behind her. Jimin and Kang were talking quietly among themselves. “Did your waters break?” she asked. They didn’t for some, and you’d both been wondering if it would happen for you. 

“Yes. Oh shit, the floor!” Your neck snapped up and you stared over at Kang. 

“Jungkook asked someone for a mop and bucket, don’t worry. He said it was champagne.” 

Before you could squawk in horror – although, you had to admit that was very sweet of him to do that for you to avoid mortification – Seokjin’s phone started ringing. As he moved closer to you, you heard his mom’s frantic voice, but couldn’t make anything out. 

“It’s fine, mom. Everything’s fine,” Seokjin told her evenly, shooting calmness through your veins. If he could stay in one piece, so could you. Maybe. 

“I’m going to call the centre to see if we can check in. I’ll call you when I know more, all right?” His mother responded with something and he chuckled. “I will, don’t worry… Tell Minsoo and Yeonja she’s doing okay, please… Thank you. I better go. Bye.” 

Seokjin immediately got up the contact for the birth centre but made sure to check on you before he hit call, even as Yuna buzzed between you both. You squeezed his hand, trying to stay calm despite everything. The time had finally come, you were going to have your baby.  

Written 2022 - 2023. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2023

[floralseokjin]

⤑ 9 months to fall in love 20.

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 5,821

warnings/includes (!) characters getting their hea, mild sexual content, crocs, and now for the serious: this chapter features a MINOR car accident. It does end on a little bit of a cliff hanger, but I want to reassure everyone that everything is fine, and Oc and the baby are okay! (I feel evil for this one…) I’m reiterating: EVERYTHING IS FINE. OC AND THE BABY ARE OKAY! 

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*inspired by the manhwa ‘Positively Yours.’

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While you were still trying to process what you’d just seen, you heard the door to the office beep, signalling another person’s early arrival. Your head snapped up, spotting Yoongi entering and already removing his messenger bag to hook his jacket on the stand. 

“Hey,” he greeted as you rushed towards him, a little confused. “I have an early meeting so I’m here to set up. What about you—?” He cut off when you grabbed him by the wrist and started dragging him to the break room. “What’s going on? Everything okay?” When you didn’t reply, he chuckled awkwardly. “____?”

Break room door closed, you dropped his wrist and took a deep breath. “Yeah. Everything’s fine. I just…” You just what? You’d already burst in on Namjoon and Yeeun, you couldn’t have Yoongi doing the same. 

“Don’t go in Namjoon’s office,” you blurted. 

“Okaaay,” he said slowly, eyeing you strangely. “Any reason?” 

At a loss at what to say, you settled for a touch of honesty. “He’s in there with someone.” 

“Oh.” 

The way he said the monosyllable made you instantly suspicious. You narrowed your eyes. “You know?” 

“It depends,” Yoongi replied haltingly. “Who’s he in there with?” When you didn’t respond, he added carefully, “Does her name start with a ‘Y’ too?” 

“Oh, my God. You do know!” you yell-whispered. Your mind was in the process of blowing. “When? How? What?” 

Yoongi chuckled, turning away to grab a mug from the shelf. “It’s not really my place to explain the details.” 

You opened your mouth, wondering how you could coax said details out of him, when the door opened and in came a sheepish looking Yeeun. 

“____—” She stopped when she saw Yoongi, eyes wide. “Oh. Yoongi. I didn’t know you were here too.” 

“Hey, Yee,” he grinned, abandoning his coffee in favour of running away. “I’m gonna go set up in the conference room. Later.” 

As the door clicked shut, Yeeun took a shaky breath, a guilty look in her eyes as she turned them to you. “____. I’m so sorry you had to see that. I’m sure it was surprise.” 

You laughed, confused as to why she felt the need to apologise. “Yeeun, don’t be sorry. I burst in unannounced.”  

“Yes but—we don’t usually—the office is usually empty when—argh, what am I trying to say?” She brought her hands up to her face, frustrated and obviously embarrassed, her cheeks flushed. She gave her head a tiny shake and composed herself. “I wanted to tell you. I mean, we both did. We want to tell everyone, but…” She hesitated, then added: “The last office romance didn’t really work out very well—or so I’m told.” 

You ignored that, not wanting to give Sera another thought ever again. “It’s serious between you guys?” 

“Very.” 

She looked so certain, it warmed your heart. You could definitely coax the details out of her. “How long as it been going on for?” 

She winced. “Since the first week.” 

“The first week you started here?” you repeated, gaping in disbelief. 

“Soobin’s birthday party,” she confirmed. “I wanted to say something for so long. Yoongi knows, my friends know. They’ve met him and love him. I just—We’re friends, too. And you’re so close to Namjoon.” That guilty look spread across her face again. “I wanted you to know. Tara too. Mari! I hate it being a secret. It feels like we’re doing something wrong.” 

You smiled, touched that she saw you as a friend. You really liked Yeeun. She was kind and funny and had been there for you while at work. When you were running on practically no sleep. When your emotions felt so erratic you didn’t know whether to laugh or cry—or both. When Glob—Sarang—was bruising your insides… The list went on. To be honest, thinking about it now, her and Namjoon made a perfect match. 

“How does Joon feel about it all? Where is he, by the way?” Only now you realised he was nowhere to be seen. 

Yeeun looked awkward. “I asked him to stay in his office. I wanted to explain everything first. I don’t know why. You and him are much closer—” 

“Don’t be silly,” you reassured kindly, cutting in. 

She smiled.  “He hates it being a secret too. So it’s great you beat us to it.” 

“I’m so happy for you, Yeeun,” you told her, surprising yourself when you hugged her. 

“Really?” she laughed, squeezing you and your bump carefully. 

“Yes! And Namjoon!” you cried. “Get him in here!” 

At that, you heard the handle of the door turn and the door slowly floated open, revealing Namjoon stood outside it. “He’s here,” he said quietly. 

“Were you eavesdropping?” Yeeun demanded. 

“Maybe.” He grinned, putting his arm around her shoulders. “Let’s celebrate!” 

“Joon, it’s 8am.”  

“We’ll celebrate appropriately,” he corrected. “Coffee? Toast?” As Yeeun and you laughed, Namjoon stuck his head around the door and yelled towards the conference room. “YOONGI! Get in here, we’re celebrating!” 

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“I’m sorry,” Namjoon apologised to you ten minutes later. Yeeun and Yoongi were busy buttering toast. 

“What for,” you laughed, batting his arm. He seemed just as sheepish as Yeeun had. “I’m happy for you, you giant goof.” 

“I thought maybe Seokjin would have said something already…” 

“Seokjin knew?!” 

Namjoon’s eyes went wide with panic. “In his defence, he found out a really long time ago and I never gave him an update, so…” He took a breath and continued to babble guiltily. “He barely knew anything. He doesn’t even know it’s Yee. I just told him I was secretly seeing someone. I asked him to keep it quiet.” 

“He’s a man of his word,” you smiled, knowing Seokjin could keep a secret well. He’d kept your pregnancy from his parents for months, had he not? 

You batted Namjoon’s arm again, making him jump. “Since Soobin’s party though? Really?!” 

“It just sort of happened,” he grinned bashfully, dimples showing. 

“I bet,” you teased. “No wonder you warned Yoongi away.” 

“I warned him away before that night,” he made sure to insist, but laughed with you. 

“What are you all doing in here so early?” 

All four of you turned to the door and saw Mari standing there, visibly bemused. 

“We’re celebrating,” Yoongi explained, holding up the plate of toast. 

“Celebrating what?” 

Namjoon walked over to Yeeun and they both wrapped their arms around one another, smiling happily. “Yeeun and I are together.” 

“Oh,” Mari blinked, then beamed with delight. “That’s lovely. Do your parents know?” 

Namjoon nodded proudly. “They’ve met her and love her. Obviously.” 

“Joon,” Yeeun whined, obviously embarrassed. 

Mari rushed over to give them both a cuddle, and as you watched with a smile on your face, you felt Yoongi arrive at your side. “Some very buttery toast?” Turning your head, he smiled at you, proffering a plate stacked tall. 

Sarang jabbed you in anticipation. 

“This is bad,” you muttered while putting an eye-wateringly expensive wicker bassinet into your online basket. 

“What’s bad?” Seokjin asked, moving away from the stove to look over your shoulder at the laptop. 

While he made a late dinner, you were browsing for baby furniture at the breakfast bar. You were mostly done, but you were sure nesting had set in because you were making excessive amounts of lists and buying things you were pretty positive you didn’t need. Your father was almost done with the crib to end all cribs, but you’d need something smaller for your bedroom… Maybe downstairs too… Sarang was going to spend a lot of her time sleeping (hopefully), she needed to do that somewhere comfy. She might also need an extra dresser for the mountain of clothes you’d already collected… 

Her room was almost done, Jungkook’s breath-taking mural complete – incredible-looking whales flying through a starry night sky. You loved it, couldn’t stop awing at it whatever chance you got. He’d also started coming over in the evenings to help Seokjin put together all the furniture. The man could blast through an Ikea flatpack, you’d give him that! But you could do without hearing Seokjin and him bicker until well past 10pm every night. Not that you weren’t thankful for his generosity. You two had the best friends there could be – and yes, that was a flex. 

“I’m really getting used to spending your money,” you answered, admiring the image of the bassinet again. It really was so beautiful. And it was made by a very talented and small company. It was worth the price. When it came to your baby, money didn’t seem to matter, and that could potentially become a problem in the future. You needed to rein it in…but not just yet. 

“Well, that’s what it’s there for.” 

“I just think this will be really nice for our bedroom.” You didn’t know why you were trying to justify it, Seokjin was already on board – as he was with anything for Sarang. Just like you. You were probably trying to justify it to yourself. 

“It will,” he agreed. 

“Sarang will have to sleep with us for a while.” You glanced over your shoulder at him. “Or maybe we could use it for downstairs. It has wheels.” 

“I like it,” Seokjin said, giving your shoulder a squeeze before moving back to the cooking. “Buy two.” 

“Seokjin, I’m not buying two,” you burst out, incredulous. Then quieter, “but maybe I’ll look for another one…” As if you hadn’t decided that already. 

“It turns me on seeing you spend my money,” Seokjin told you over loud clanking, head in the corner cupboard searching for a pot. 

You pulled a face. “You’re weird. Your dick won’t be hard when you check your account and I’ve run off with all your money!” 

He simply laughed – loudly, and not forgetting fondly. You smiled happily to yourself as you continued to browse before wincing when you felt Sarang moving. You readjusted your butt on the stool, willing yourself to get comfy again, and trying not to think of how much she was pressing on your bladder. It was all in your head, you told yourself, you’d peed half hour ago. 

To be frank, you were over being pregnant. You now laughed at past you who wanted a baby bump so badly. Past you who wanted to feel your daughter move every second of the day. She didn’t know the horrors of what being heavily pregnant involved. Then again, present you now knew the horrors of what was to come next month. Future you would know for definite. 

The birthing and baby preparation classes you’d been attending were great. You’d made a couple of new parent friends and you felt a lot more confident for when Glob—Sarang finally got here, but with the classes came the knowledge of what happened while giving birth. You’d successfully avoided it all up until a few weeks ago. Seokjin usually attended them with you, a real hit with the other dads. The guy was a DILF magnet. But just last weekend he hadn’t been able to make it, a work emergency, so Yuna had become your unexpected birthing partner for an hour. Not that she lasted the whole sixty minutes. 

During a showing of an (extremely graphic) birthing video, she had to run out to be sick when the brave woman getting filmed split her perineum. 

She was still gagging on the drive home, while you held her emergency toothbrush, toothpaste and bottle of water she’d bought to get the taste of vomit out of her mouth. I think I’m going to be one of those moms, you know, the ones too posh to push, she’d decided defiantly, taking a break from viewing you with pity. Or, on second thoughts, I might just scrap kids all together. 

Not that a caesarean was any better, you wanted to remind her, having a stranger dig around in your organs, but being the great friend you were, you kept your mouth shut, silently freaking out about torn perineums and pooing yourself. Was it too late to be getting second thoughts? 

The day after, Seokjin called you at lunch to explain he wouldn’t be done at work by half 5. You didn’t mind. He’d gone above and beyond lately to make sure you both drove home together every evening. He was already working himself stupid in order to take a month off when Sarang was born. He didn’t want to miss a thing during her first few weeks on this planet, but that meant for now he was tired and stressed as he prepared his absence. You hated seeing him so worn-out, even if he tried his best to still joke around and make the mood light. 

Not particularly wanting to ride the subway home – especially now that the distance was further, you took him up on his offer to hang out at his office until he was done. You wouldn’t be a distraction, you promised him teasingly. On your way there, barely down the road from Artkive, a car slowed down beside you on the road. 

“Need a ride?” Yoongi asked out the window. He saw you hesitate. “____, come on. It’s cold and you’re pregnant.” 

You didn’t know when being pregnant had become a reason for you to be unable to do basic tasks, but you didn’t take it to heart anymore, knowing Yoongi, just like everyone else who said similar things – including Seokjin – didn’t mean anything by it. They were just looking out for you. And while non-pregnant you usually walked a mile a minute, this baby bump was really weighing you down as of late. Instead of your usual brisk walk, you now shuffled.  

“Thanks,” you smiled when you got inside and started doing up your belt. The autumn weather had started to kick in, and your nose felt tingly with cold. You rubbed it absentmindedly as Yoongi pulled off. 

“Where you heading? Seokjin’s?” 

“Yes. He’s working late, so I said I’d wait with him.” After a moment, you realised something. “You don’t usually go this direction.” 

“Yeah.” Yoongi briefly glanced at you – and was that? —Was he looking slightly uncomfortable? Bashful? “I’m meeting someone.” 

Your eyebrows darted up. “Like a date?” Yoongi didn’t reply, but he was smiling to himself, breaking for a red light. “Yoongi,” you urged, excitement bubbling up in your chest. 

He finally relented, grinning now. “Not exactly a date tonight, but yeah, I’m dating someone.” 

“That’s great news!” you burst, grinning widely too. After everything he’d been through with Sera, with you, he deserved this. He deserved to look this happy and to smile the way he was right now. 

The light turned green as Yoongi started talking. “It’s been a few weeks but we’ve known one another longer. She works at the grocery store near my place.” He glanced at you again, snorting with laughter when he saw you nodding eagerly, desperate for more info. “She has a three-year-old son. He’s fucking adorable.” 

“Awwh. She sounds lovely.” 

Yoongi shot you an amused look. “You haven’t even met her.” Then he sighed happily. “But yeah. Yeah, she is.” 

“What’s her name?” 

“Areum.” He noticed the way you were looking at him and chuckled unsurely. “What?” 

“I’m so happy for you, Yoongi.” 

He obviously didn’t realise how smitten he looked. But he did seem to catch the undertone in your words. He dropped his chin, tapping the steering wheel. “Thanks.” 

“There’s something going around our office,” you announced dramatically. 

Head shooting up, he looked mildly concerned. “Flu?” 

“No!” you laughed, shaking your head. “Love! Mari told me today she’s thinking of renewing her wedding vows.” 

Namjoon and Yeeun, Mari, and now Yoongi! 

“Well then,” he chuckled, “I better get an invite.” 

When you arrived at the AGS parking lot, it took you a moment to begin heaving yourself from Yoongi’s car. 

“Need a hand?” he asked. 

“I’ve got it.” You were breathing hard with exertion, but you had it. Possibly. “I really can’t wait for this to be over,” you heard yourself admitting, a hand on your lower back. If only you could skip the next five weeks and the tearing of your vagina to have Sarang here, that would be wonderful. You didn’t say that part out loud though. 

“I bet,” Yoongi winced sympathetically. “I can’t even imagine how uncomfortable you are.” 

“I haven’t had a proper night’s sleep in weeks.” It was all right to have a little moan now and again. Yoongi could be your sympathetic ear for a brief moment. Yuna was still stuck on the horrors that birthing video and bestowed upon her, and you didn’t want to worry Seokjin. 

“I don’t think that’s going to remedy itself after the birth.” 

Well then. Sympathetic ear, Yoongi was not. 

“I don’t know, at least I won’t be getting slowly kicked to death. Glob’s going to be a martial artist when she’s older, I swear.” 

The office knew all about how active Glob was and had all felt her move – including Yoongi. At this point, you were sure she just liked putting on a show. 

“Sarang,” Yoongi teasingly corrected. 

“Sarang,” you repeated, smiling. Your daughter had two names. She’d been Glob for so long, it was impossible to shift. 

“Suits her. A pretty name for a pretty baby.” 

“You don’t know that yet,” you laughed. 

Yuna had been sending you TikTok’s of ‘ugly’ newborns, which truthfully, you found quite mean, but maybe that was because you were weeks away from giving birth and very sensitive. Or maybe you were just quietly hoping your baby didn’t come out squished, wrinkled and angry looking. Not that you wouldn’t love her all the same. 

“I know both her parents,” Yoongi replied knowingly. “She’s blessed with good genes.” 

With a laugh, you finally hurled yourself out of the car. “I’ll let Jin know you think he’s pretty,” you said as you turned back to grab your bag. 

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Walking into the AGS building, you spotted Haram at her desk logging off the computer and waved. She smiled and waved back as you headed for the elevator. Seokjin’s conversation with Jungkook had enlightened absolutely nothing, so their situation was still just as baffling as it had been a few nights ago during the dinner party from hell. Still, if being passive aggressive was what they were into, who were you to judge. They obviously liked something about their relationship to be still in it. Cough cough, the sex. Had to be! 

You found Seokjin hunched over his desk not long after Hoseok had practically run into you as you’d exited the elevator. Seokjin had told him he could go home, and Hoseok wasn’t giving him so much as a second to change his mind. Giving Seokjin a kiss on the cheek, and telling him about the ride here with Yoongi, his new relationship and making Seokjin laugh with the pretty comment, you quickly moved over to the sofa by the large window and took out your laptop, doing your own thing and not wanting to interrupt him. 

“Just because you’re here doesn’t mean you still need to be working too,” he said not twenty minutes later. 

Something about your face must have given it away. Less searching-for-extra-baby-things-concentration and more writing-last-minute-emails-concentration. 

“I’m just sending off this one email,” you replied, hitting send. 

A client had thanked you for all the hard work you’d done this week and you wanted to respond. Your last client – for now. You started your maternity leave next week. To be honest, you wished you’d started it sooner, but going on for as long as you could seemed a good idea at the time. Come the weekend you would have six months away from Artkive. The thought was a strange one. No work for half a year. Well, of the graphic design nature. A baby was going to be plenty of work. 

“Put the laptop away, ____.” 

You closed the screen, smirking over at him. “I like it when you’re bossy.” 

He gave you a smile, but there was something tired about it. “How about stressed?” 

Your own smile fell as you watched him run a hand over his face, making his glasses go wonky. His shoulders were sagged, and his shirt was wrinkled. He looked absolutely exhausted and you hated it. He was in need of a great big hug. 

“That not so much,” you replied, managing to stand up. He welcomed your embrace, and welcomed your hands against his shoulders even more when you moved behind him to give them a massage. 

“That feels good,” he grunted, the tension slowly leaving him as his muscles relaxed under your palms. “You shouldn’t be doing that, though. You need to be sitting down.” 

“I’ve been sat on my ass all day.” 

“You’ve been working hard all week,” he argued. 

“So have you.” 

“Yes, but I’m not preg—” 

“Don’t say it,” you cut him off, digging your fingers into his shoulders. He chuckled, swivelling in his chair to face you. You stared him down. “You’re forgetting I’m also free for the next six months come tomorrow at five thirty.” 

“Define free,” he questioned sceptically. 

You chose to ignore that, stroking your hands down his chest, admiring him even though he was a smartass. “I like you in glasses. You should wear them at home.” 

“Yeah?” His hands reached for your hips, giving them a gentle squeeze. 

You felt the sudden urge to kiss him, leaning in and pressing your lips against his. After a moment, his mouth parted, pulling you closer to deepen the kiss. You brushed your tongue against his, eager to feel it moving against yours. Seokjin moaned softly and it sent a shiver up your spine. 

“What’s happening right now?” he asked, breaking away slightly breathless. 

“What do you mean?” 

“You haven’t kissed me like this in a while.” 

“I kiss you all the time,” you argued. 

“I meant with…tongue.” 

You drew back, noticing the mix of confusion and hope on his face. The poor man. You suddenly remembered when you’d turned him down a few nights ago. While a few months ago you’d had the highest sex drive of your life, now was a completely different story. Sex, in any form, was the last thing on your mind, but maybe kissing with tongue had unwittingly been added to the list too. He was right, you couldn’t remember the last time you’d done this. 

The way Seokjin’s eyes flitted over your face now, dark and filled with need tugged at your gut, and you realised you were breathing heavier, the skin where his thumb stroked circles against your hip tingly. Even above a layer of clothing. Were you actually turned on? It was a miracle! Without a second thought, you got into his lap. He groaned, wrapping his arms around your middle and capturing your mouth with his. Your bump was in the way and you were mildly uncomfortable in this chair, but it didn’t matter. 

“It’s the glasses. I can’t resist,” you muttered against his mouth, tugging his bottom lip. 

His hands moved up and down your back, squeezed your ass. “The glasses aren’t really practical when it comes to this,” he said throatily. “I’m steaming up.” 

You giggled, noticing how they had indeed fogged up, but immediately whined when he went to yank them off. He relented with a staged sigh, kissing you again, harder, and then you heard his feet scrambling against the floor as he spun the chair around. You laughed into his mouth, followed by a squeal when he lifted you up as if you weighed nothing, sitting you on the edge of his desk. It might have been sexy if you weren’t fit to burst and weren’t wearing papaya-coloured Crocs. 

You were thankful for them, don’t get you wrong. (Crocs had been a Godsend during your final trimester. However, Seokjin had taken things to the next level and had bought you a pair in practically every single colour. You could open up your own Crocs store, that’s how ridiculous things had gotten.) But they didn’t exactly scream sex appeal. With that thought, you felt one slip off and hit the floor. 

As his mouth skimmed your jaw, you reached for the zipper of his pants, feeling him hard and desperate for you already. The realisation that you’d been neglecting him sent you almost uncontrollable. You worked his erection over the fabric of his boxers, feeling every vein and ridge. 

“Are we really doing this?” he panted against your neck. 

“Is there a rule against it?” 

“I own this company. I make the rules.” 

You pulled back, raising an impressed eyebrow. “Panties metaphorically dropped.” 

“I can make them drop quite literally,” he rushed, fingers digging into the waist of your leggings ready to tug them down. 

You didn’t know how long you continued to fumble on his desk. All you knew was that when you heard someone knocking at Seokjin’s door, you had his bare cock in your hand, wrist mid-flick, just as his fingers were slipping under the side of your damp underwear. 

You both froze, mouths still attached. 

“Mr. Kim?” 

Quietly cursing, Seokjin jerked his head back, a string of saliva snapping in half and landing down your chin. That had been a very wet kiss. You cocked your head, silently demanding questions from him. Who the hell was at the door?!

“Janitor,” he explained in a whisper. 

Oh fuck. 

“H-hang on one minute, Mr. Lee,” Seokjin stammered. 

You quickly wiped your chin as Seokjin backed away, attempting to fold himself back into his boxers and pants. Meanwhile, you were wriggling on your back like a flipped woodlouse, attempting to get your leggings back up. 

“One minute,” Seokjin repeated, sounding completely panicked. 

“Are you busy? I can come back later,” the janitor asked as Seokjin rushed over to help you up. 

“No. Not busy. Just—nearly—done—” Seokjin bent to pick up your Croc, sliding it on. “Okay, you can come in now.” 

You attempted to straighten your cardigan as quickly as possible, your eyes widening as they caught sight of Seokjin’s very obvious boner down his pant leg. He followed your gaze and spun around just as the door opened and in came a very short, very adorable looking elderly man with a cleaning trolley. 

As Seokjin concealed himself, probably tucking it into the waistband of his underwear, you simply beamed at the man, aware you were out of breath and hot in the face. 

“Ahhh.” His face lit up, wrinkling even more with his grin. Should he still even be working? He must have been at least 75. 

Seokjin turned back to you both, winding his arm loosely around your waist. You discreetly glanced down, finding his erection nowhere to be seen, and gave a sigh of relief. “Mr. Lee, how are you today?” he asked, voice a little strangled. He was panting quietly. 

“You know me,” the man continued to grin. “Full of energy.” He motioned to you then. “Is this your pregnant wife?” 

“Well,” Seokjin began, unsure how to correct that, but Mr. Lee was still talking. 

“—Just as pretty as the photo.” He gestured to the picture frame on Seokjin’s desk, but it was face down. You must have knocked it over. 

You cleared your throat. “Oh. Thank you.” 

“Mr. Kim tells me lots about you on the evenings he works late.” 

You smiled at Seokjin, noticing him grow a little flustered – or extra flustered. His face was a comical shade of red. “Where’s my manners? ____, this is Mr. Lee. Our janitor.” 

“It’s nice to meet you.” You directed your smile his way. 

“You look ready to drop,” Mr. Lee remarked. 

You tapped your bump. “Not long left now.” Thank God. 

“Mr. Kim showed me a video on his smartphone. She’s very active.” 

You shot a look at Seokjin, then laughed. “Especially during the night.” 

“Are you nearly done for the night, Mr. Kim?” 

“Not yet,” Seokjin replied apologetically. 

“No need to worry.” Mr. Lee was very cheery. You liked it. “I can come back last. I didn’t mean to interrupt.” 

“You didn’t—I mean, you didn’t interrupt anything,” Seokjin stumbled. 

Mr. Lee shook his head. “You work too hard. You need some fun.” He looked at you with a gentle smile. “It was lovely to meet you, ____. Have a nice weekend.” 

“You too, Mr. Lee. Goodnight.”

As soon as he’d rolled his trolley out and closed the door, you couldn’t hold it in any longer. Laughter burst out of you. “Do you think he knew?!” 

Seokjin ran a distressed hand through his hair, scratching his scalp. “I don’t think so.” 

“Seokjin, you were panting like a dog.” Plus, he’d told Seokjin he needed ‘some fun.’  

“You can talk,” Seokjin shot. 

“Sarang squashes my lungs,” you informed him primly, rubbing the top of your bump back and forth. 

“Oh, that’s your excuse,” he grinned. “Nothing to do with me then?” 

Leaning into kiss you, you brought your thumb and forefinger together, not quite touching. “Maybe just a little bit.” 

Seokjin ran a hand down your side and groaned weakly, taking a step back. “You should go home. It’s getting late.” 

“It’s not even 7pm.” 

But yes, getting interrupted by a janitor did sort of ruin the mood a little. 

“I probably won’t be done for another couple of hours,” he reasoned, sounding displeased. 

You felt for him, you really did. “I get it, I’m a distraction,” you teased, wanting to cheer him up. It wasn’t a lie. The mess of his desk was proof of that. 

One side of his mouth quirked. “A terrible one.” He reached for his phone. “I’ll call for a taxi.” 

While you waited for it to get here, you helped Seokjin reorder his desk, questioning how a man Mr. Lee’s age should still be working. Apparently, he just really loved his job and was adamant to keep going for as long as he could. He was already retired, but he liked having something to do in the evenings. It made sense. Keeping active kept you going, and sometimes life was lonely, especially when you’d been living it for so long. 

“I’ll see you back at home,” Seokjin said, walking you to the door and kissing your cheek. He would have walked you all the way down to the exit, but you told him there was no need. 

“Wake we up if I’m asleep?” you asked, your eyes giving away the meaning of your words. 

His darkened fractionally, and as you left he squeezed your ass, making you giggle with delight. 

You greeted the driver outside, a smiley middle-aged man with rosy cheeks, and sat in the back. You always felt awkward getting up front. Was it something people did when they were only one person? You didn’t know and you weren’t about to make that faux pas now. You hadn’t got far into the journey when your phone pinged with a text. It was your dad, who had gotten considerably better at texting these days. Unless he was asking Yeonja for help – which you were expecting he was. 

Dad (7:23pm) It’s done 👍 (Image attached) Is it okay? Do you like it?

You gasped audibly when you saw the finished crib. It was breath-taking. You’d seen bits of it already, but nothing could prepare you for the whole thing. It was made from dark, sturdy wood, intricate engravings decorating the back portion of the crib, which was higher than the rest of it. The three other sides had beautifully carved slats. It had obviously been made with lots of love, care and patience. 

Grinning from ear to ear you started to reply, unsure you even had the words to articulate how much you loved it. You had the first word down – Dad – rather ineffective, when there a loud screeching pierced your ears, followed by a heavy thud. Thrown into the window, your phone jerked from your hands, which flew up uncontrollably when your head hit the glass with a dull thump.

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Seokjin realised he was chewing the end of his pen and stopped abruptly, grossed out by himself. It had been on the floor not five minutes ago, hidden beneath the desk, lost. He hadn’t even noticed it rolling off when you two were, well, you know… Whew. That had come out of nowhere. Not that he was complaining. However now he had to deal with the mortification of being caught by Mr. Lee. He’d obviously had an inkling as to what you and Seokjin were doing in here. He’d been on this planet for nearly eighty years. He wasn’t stupid. 

Instead of focusing on the embarrassment, he let his mind wonder to what would have happened if you hadn’t been interrupted. He’d never had sex in his office before, which now seemed ridiculous. Thinking of all the times you’d been here with him, he’d wasted each and every opportunity. Fool. 

Fuck, he was chewing his pen again. 

He really needed to start concentrating if he wanted to be home soon. You’d told him to wake you up if you were already asleep, but he knew he wouldn���t do that, no matter how much he wanted the chance to have sex. You hadn’t been sleeping very well lately, and he wasn’t about to interrupt the little you were getting. So the only option was to speed through this and get home before you found yourself in bed. 

His phone started ringing. A private number he noticed as he glanced at the screen. It wasn’t his work phone, so he immediately found himself a little confused, but picked up anyway. It was probably some kind of call centre. 

“Am I speaking to Mr. Kim Seokjin?” A woman’s voice asked, professional but polite. Maybe something else too, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.  

“Yes, you are,” he replied unsurely. “What’s this regarding?” 

There was a pause on the other end. “I’m calling from the hospital.” 

Seokjin’s stomach swooped for no obvious reason. Then again, a call from a hospital could never be a good thing. Especially when you hadn’t been expecting it. He opened his mouth to begin asking questions, but nothing came out. 

“There’s no need to panic, Mr. Kim,” the woman prefaced, but too late. He could already feel a lump in his throat, the coil in his stomach tightening. “Everything is all right, but your wife was admitted to us about twenty minutes ago.” 

Absently, somewhere in the back of his mind, he registered that this was the second time tonight someone had called you his wife. 

“The taxi she was riding in was involved in a minor collision.” 

His heart plummeted, then started to pound heavily. The pen he was still holding fell to the desk, where it bounced once and rolled off the edge. Again, for the second time tonight. 

Written 2022 - 2023. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2023

[txtsoobean]

This entire series was so cute! I loved reading how reader and Jin’s relationship progressed as they went through her pregnancy. Overall, very good writing and just a heart warming story all together

⤑ 9 months to fall in love.

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; ongoing

warnings (!) brief discussions about abortion, discussions about unprotected sex, mentions of vomiting, fainting, hospitals, anaemia mentions, medical procedures, graphic sex, mentions of parent death, toxic co-worker, allusions to narcissism, sexual propositioning, worry of miscarriage, minor weight mentions, a minor car accident, birth scene

*inspired by the manhwa ‘Positively Yours.’

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season one; 1 • 2 • 3 • 4 • 5 • 6 • 7 • 8 

season two; 9 • 10 • 11 • 12 • 13 • 14 • 15 • 16 • 17

season three; 18 • 19 • 20 • 21 • 22 • 23 • 24

epilogue; 25

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Written 2022. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2022

[floralseokjin]

Hey Jordan! I read an ask recently about your work that isn’t on the masterlist or archived. I want to read all of your work (especially the Seokjin fics). Can you please list some of those works so I could search them up and read while I await the fortnightly 9mtfil updates? 🤓

Gosh I don’t even know if I could remember all the fics that aren’t on my masterlists but if you search the tag floralseokjin:writings they should come up! you may have to scroll a lot though sorry 😅 thank you for the support!

[floralseokjin]

⤑ 9 months to fall in love 18.

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 7,524

warnings/includes (!) Seokjin feels Globby move! a baby shower, Jungkook and Jimin’s instant bromance, therapy mentions, smut; fingering (blame real Jin’s hands lately), spooning, a big decision is made! 

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*inspired by the manhwa ‘Positively Yours.’

note; they’re back!!! I hope you enjoy, please let me know! Any comment, short or long is very much appreciated <3

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The movement in your stomach seemed stronger than usual, but it took you a moment to realise because you were hooked on the TV show you were watching in bed. Over the past few weeks Glob’s flutters and jabs had gotten stronger, making you pause whatever you were doing at the time or even making you say ‘oh’ out loud comically, but this felt different. 

You looked down, your sweatshirt already rolled up to under your boobs because Seokjin had been rubbing moisturiser on your bump moments ago. On cue, the movement happened again – a rolling movement – and with it, you were sure you saw your stomach move too. You stared wide-eyed, telling yourself you probably imagined it. The motion had barely been there, maybe your eyes were playing tricks on you. However then, as if your daughter wanted to set you straight, something small protruded from beside your belly button. It was brief, barely there and gone in a blink, but you knew it was your baby. You weren’t visualising things. 

“Seokjin!” you called abruptly, excitement and eagerness setting in. He was missing this. He was in the bathroom, and he was missing this. “Honey!” you shouted a little louder. You heard the toilet flush, and groaned, wriggling up the pillow underneath your head until you were sitting against the headboard. You kept your eyes trained on your bump, desperate for Glob to move again, but it for it to happen once Seokjin was back. You took a deep breath, readying yourself to shout at the top of your lungs. 

“SEOKJIN!” You didn’t care if your neighbours might think you were screaming for help. 

Immediately, you heard him shout your name back, panicked, and the bathroom door sounded as if it was getting yanked off its hinges when he tore it open. A few seconds later he was rushing inside your bedroom, his face aghast. “What’s wrong?” 

The excitement you felt outweighed your guilt for having worried him, so you beckoned him forward with your hands impatiently. “I saw Glob move!” 

His eyes rounded with alarm, now turned to astonishment. “Really?”

You nodded quickly. “I saw it! My stomach sort of waved, and then I saw a jab. Like it was her foot or something!” You were so thrilled your words came out fast and breathless. 

You were in shock. Dr. Choi had already informed you that from here on in, in your third trimester now, you would soon start to see your baby’s movements from the outside, but you hadn’t been expecting it this soon. You were only 28 weeks pregnant, and when you’d read online it had said it was more common after the thirtieth week. So you hadn’t been expecting this. Granted, the movement hadn’t been the most visible, and probably if you’d had your sweatshirt pulled down properly you wouldn’t have even noticed it at all, but that didn’t matter one iota. It had happened and you had seen it. And now you wanted Seokjin to see it too. 

You paused the show you were watching, which had been forgotten up until now, and closed your laptop as he got on the bed. Kneeling beside you, his eyes were glued to your stomach. “Where?” He cupped it with both hands, one on either side. 

“Near my belly button. To the left,” you directed, feeling him move his left hand over a little. 

He crouched down, murmuring to your bump with hushed excitement. “Globby? Are you awake in there?” You giggled, always loving it every time he spoke to your daughter. “Will you kick your mother again so I can see it?” 

That, you didn’t love so much. “Hey,” you exclaimed, pushing at his shoulder with your hand and making him laugh. “Kick him straight in the nose, Glob.” 

“Not the nose,” he wailed, clutching it. “I have a really important meeting Monday.” 

Hand back on your stomach, you both waited patiently, praying that your daughter would move again. A couple of minutes passed, nothing happening, and Seokjin’s expression turned from hopeful to dejected. He slumped onto his back, head beside your bump, one hand caressing the underneath of it. “I wanted to be there for the first one.” 

You reached down to stroke his hair, feeling sorry. You’d been talking about this moment for weeks now, and each time Seokjin had expressed how much he wanted to be there for it, hoping it wouldn’t happen while you were both in work or away from each other. These days, unless Seokjin was incredibly busy, you spent all your free time together. The summer had flown by, and autumn was just around the corner, and you were getting more and more pregnant by the day. Glob was now the size of an eggplant, which was still hard to wrap your head around, even more so now that you’d seen her move. Your bump was slowly starting to get in the way, and your energy was waning. Heartburn was a bitch too. But none of that seemed to matter right now. Your daughter was the epitome of the idiom alive and kicking (your womb.) And as if to emphasise that even more for you, you felt another roll of your stomach. 

Seokjin felt it to, because his hand froze, and he lifted his head. 

“Oh,” you breathed, excited. “Jin, it’s happening again!” 

Seokjin sat up quickly, hovering over you, both hands back on your bump. Glob moved again, and you made a face because it felt so weird – not a bad weird – definitely a good weird, but it was going to take some getting used to, especially because you knew it was only going to get stronger. 

“Woah,” Seokjin awed, staring at your stomach. Then he chuckled. “It’s amazing. Feel.” He took one of your hands and pressed it to your stomach, as if you couldn’t feel your daughter moving inside you already, but you didn’t mind. Seokjin was in complete amazement, his eyes round, mouth open. 

“She’s moving around so much,” you gasped as you felt her again. 

“I can’t believe I can finally feel it.”  

Seokjin sounded so happy it made you smile even harder. He had waited for this moment for so long. “And see it too, right?” you asked eagerly “You did see my stomach move?” You hadn’t been imagining it. 

Seokjin nodded rapidly. “It definitely moved.” 

A couple more minutes past, but it seemed that Glob had had enough for tonight. With a happy sigh, Seokjin moved your laptop and sat beside you, kissing your nose. “This is just the beginning. She’s going to wriggle around like a cute little worm in there even harder.” 

“Don’t call our daughter a worm,” you laughed. 

“I said cute.” 

With another laugh, you reached for your phone on the nightstand. “I need to tell Yuna!” 

Seokjin stopped you, his fingers reaching around your wrist. “But you’re seeing her tomorrow,” he pointed out. “Let’s finish the show you’re watching.” 

“Yes, the show I’m watching. You were on your phone.” But you put down your phone anyway, deciding he was right. Tonight should just be you and him, cuddling and talking about your baby wriggler. You settled down, snuggling up to him when he put his arm around you. 

“You can tell her and everyone else at the party,” he continued, reaching for your laptop. 

You snorted. “It’s not a party, Seokjin. It’s a baby shower.” 

A baby shower you hadn’t really wanted. Not that you weren’t thankful to Yuna for organising it, or thankful for everyone that was coming, it was just…you hated being the centre of attention. Just the thought of tomorrow made you feel a little queasy, but Seokjin was excited, so maybe you could be too. Yuna kept telling you not to see it as a baby shower, but a ‘celebration’. Which was ridiculous because that’s what a baby shower was! You were also a little unsure if it was too early for it, considering you were only 28 weeks pregnant and most people had their showers closer to the birth date. But she said that was nonsense. A month before your due date would be too late to enjoy yourself. You’d be cranky and bloated (Thanks, Yuna) and wouldn’t feel like celebrating. You were healthy and so was Glob, now would be the perfect time, you were just a worrier. 

Plus, she kept reminding you, it would be a practical idea to have the shower now, what with all the gifts. You’d be thankful for all the extra baby things when your due date got closer, knowing what you already had and what you needed to get. She had a point, you realised. It was good to be organised. You’d started buying things by now, but you could never have enough diapers, and while you knew that babies outgrew their clothes shockingly fast, the extra rompers would come in handy. Spit ups and poo explosions would be happening a plenty! 

Unable to think of anymore reasons to refuse, you’d warned her to keep the ‘celebration’ small. You thought you didn’t know many people, but once you’d invited your family, Seokjin’s family, Yuna’s parents, Jimin, Jungkook, Hoseok and Kang, Namjoon and Yoongi, Yeeun and Tara, Mari too, the guestlist was fairly large – or large to you at least. That’s what was making you anxious right now, the thought of all those eyes on you. But you’d work through it, feeling loved that so many people wanted to celebrate the upcoming birth of your daughter with you. 

You cuddled in tighter to Seokjin, his body warm and firm. “She said she’ll be at your place 9am, bright and early.” 

She’d wanted to book a venue, but you’d put your foot down with that one, not wanting the added expense or fuss. Seokjin’s apartment was large enough to fit 20+ people, it would be perfect. It would take a couple of hours to decorate and then she had to be there for the caterers and Jimin had to collect the cake… Where Yuna found the time to organise a baby shower amongst work and planning her wedding you had no clue, but she continued to amaze you. 

Seokjin groaned above you. “Tell me why we’re spending the night here then?” 

You laughed. He had a point, but it was a Friday night, and you were exhausted after the work week. The thought of leaving your bed was agonising (who cared if you were being dramatic) so Seokjin had driven over to your place after he’d escaped the office. 

Pressing resume on your laptop, you both tried to settle down, your excitement still evident. You didn’t even mind it when Seokjin started to ask a million and one questions about the show you were watching, and that usually annoyed you a lot. When the episode ended and you were about to start a new one, Seokjin pulled your sweatshirt down, which had still been sitting above your stomach. By the way his hand run all over your bump, you knew it was his sneaky way of trying to coax your daughter into moving again. 

“I want to feel her more,” he said on cue, voice soft and hopeful. 

“Maybe she’s having a nap right now,” you chuckled. Probably waiting for you to fall asleep before she became active again. It was already getting more uncomfortable in the nights, but with Glob learning how to jab this evening, your nights were bound to be even more interrupted. “If she starts wriggling around in the middle of the night, I’ll wake you up.” 

Instead of being displeased with the idea, Seokjin’s face lit up. What a strange man. 

The baby shower started at 2pm. 

Yuna had spent the entire day getting everything ready, decorating Seokjin’s living area with bunting and balloons, the theme ‘the moon & the stars’ which Seokjin had come up with. You tried to help but she ordered you to ‘sit down and do nothing’, so you ended up reading while her, Jimin and Seokjin worked very hard, much to your chagrin. When the food arrived, you were blown away. A lot of it had been customised for the shower and was so pretty you didn’t want anyone to eat it. Because you hadn’t decided on a name for your daughter yet, the cake had a personalised ‘Glob’ topper on it, which you couldn’t stop laughing at. Thankfully your guests were aware of the nickname, else you would’ve predicted a lot of confused looks. Yuna had outdone herself, and you had no doubt in your mind that her wedding would be the wedding to end all weddings. 

As you got ready, you actually found yourself feeling quite excited, and when the guests started to arrive, you no longer felt awkward or nervous. It was a feeling you had trouble describing when you looked around at everyone, happy and thankful they had come. Seeing your father, Yeonja and your siblings made you especially happy. Things with them had been great lately, especially with your father. Every few days he sent you crib updates via text. He was still learning how to use his phone properly, so you’d been sent a couple of blurry selfies by accident at first, due to front facing camera mix-ups, but the crib was beyond beautiful. For the first time in your life you were actively there for one another. You were both trying. 

On top of that, you’d made the brave decision to try therapy again. After finding out that Seokjin had a therapist, it got you thinking. There was never any harm in having someone to talk to. So much had changed in your life this year, it would be good to just talk about it. Being pregnant had pushed you to change some things about yourself. You felt better for it, and proud that you had done it by yourself, but help was always appreciated. You had Seokjin and Yuna, and friends and family, but having that extra person, someone who was qualified to listen and help, was appreciated, especially because in a few months your life would be changing forever. 

Your dad and Seokjin were getting along well too. He’d promptly apologised to Seokjin after he’d come back from Japan, and your boyfriend had courteously accepted it. Things were still a little wooden between them but were getting better each time they saw one another. A couple of weeks ago they’d even gone fishing together – and no one had been pushed overboard! You were happy that your father could see with his own eyes how good a person Seokjin was. Your man had the sweetest personality and was naturally attentive. The fact everyone who knew him, and everyone you’d ever introduced him to, thought he was wonderful was a testament to that. 

The afternoon was great fun, and you were surprised by how much you enjoyed yourself. Unfortunately, Kang couldn’t make it in the end because he had to do a double shift at the hospital, where he worked as a nurse. Hoseok told you Kang was sad about it because that meant he was not only missing your shower, but also the first meeting of Jungkook and Yuna. This moment in time had become so anticipated, that even Hoseok and Kang, who had not met Yuna either, were predicting what would happen. Would they take one look at each other and start fighting?! Would they fall in love instantly, meaning Yuna would leave Jimin just like that?! (You weren’t really a fan of that one.) Would the universe implode?! There were so many possibilities. 

But as it turned out, everything went surprisingly well. You found a quiet moment and introduced her to Hoseok and Jungkook at the same time. They stared at one another for a short while, probably thinking to themselves ‘so this is the person I always get compared to’ – or maybe they were just sizing one another up. And then Yuna said “I like your boots” and that was that. Jungkook smiled and said thanks, and then moved on to the food. It was all rather anticlimactic. You’d all been holding your breaths for nothing. 

The actual surprise ended up being the instantaneous bromance Jungkook and Jimin seemed to develop over at the buffet table. They became inseparable all afternoon, having major fun with the baby shower games Yuna had organised. 

One was a ‘Guess Who’ game, where the guests had to decide who out of you and Seokjin had said something or done something during the pregnancy, or who would do what after the baby was born. It included the question: ‘Who ran off when they found out the news?’ That one caught your father’s attention, considering he had no clue that had happened, but Yeonja did a great job at distracting him while the story was told to everyone. You would murder Yuna after everyone had gone home. 

Lastly, you got to open gifts, blown away by everything your friends and family had bought you. You had so many new things for the baby: rompers, blankets, diapers, wipes, lotions, shampoos. Taeoh had proudly given you a wrapped gift box which contained the cutest baby bath toys. Your sister and brother had bought the most beautiful moon night light, and Yuna had thoughtfully brought you some nursing bras (and nipple pads, but you didn’t want to think about leaky boobies right now). She’d also paid for you to have a maternity photoshoot, which you were not as pleased with. She was determined to put you in awkward positions it seemed… It was Jungkook that made the biggest impression though, buying Glob an extortionate Moncler jacket. You didn’t know what to do when you opened it. He was not normal. She’d grow out of it in the blink of an eye. His response? “You can give it back to me and I’ll save it for my future child.” Which was actually kind of sweet. He’d also gifted you the day at a fancy spa, and that sounded like heaven right now. 

By the time the baby shower was over, you were dead on your feet. Yuna and Jimin stayed behind to tidy up a little, while you and Seokjin put the leftovers in the refrigerator. The rest could be done tomorrow, Yuna said she’d be over in the morning to take down the decorations, and once they left, Seokjin very kindly drew you a bath. You liked his bathtub because it was huge. You didn’t feel like eating anything after grazing all day, so you decided to watch a movie and then head to bed. Like the bath, Seokjin’s TV was massive, and the sound system felt as though you were inside a cinema, so it made viewing fun, but for a while you were both distracted, wondering if you’d see Glob move again, as it was around this time yesterday she’d decided to wriggle about. You’d been on standby all day, Yuna eager to get her hands on your bump, but even though you’d felt movement throughout the day, it was nothing like last night, so you were crossing your fingers that the evenings were when she came to life. Unfortunately, there were no interruptions during the movie. 

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In bed a couple of hours later, Seokjin got in behind you and wrapped his arm around your middle, kissing your cheek. You wiggled against him, giggling when he started to kiss your ear, the feeling ticklish. 

“I liked seeing everyone dote on you today,” he murmured happily. 

You laughed. “You’re weird.” But you knew exactly what he meant. You loved seeing Seokjin get the attention he rightfully deserved. Seokjin hummed in agreement anyway, his mouth pressing warm kisses over your jaw. You rolled onto your back a little, giving him your neck. You closed your eyes, enjoying the feel of his mouth, and when his hand grazed over your breast, your nipple puckered reflexively. 

He nudged his hips against yours and looked at you. “Can I dote on you right now?” 

“Is that your way of telling we you want to have sex,” you grinned. 

“No,” he chuckled, then leaned in to kiss your mouth. “We don’t have to have sex, I just…want to make you feel good.” The way he said it made you snort, and he pulled back, incredulous. “What? What’s wrong with wanting to give you an orgasm?” 

“There’s nothing wrong with it,” you smiled, stroking down his arm. 

In fact, you would really, really love an orgasm. It had been a few days, maybe a week. The more pregnant you got, the less sex seemed appealing. You knew it would happen, and you were still in the process of mourning your new reality. It didn’t mean you never had sex at all, you did. Just not as frequently as you used to. Maybe tonight you could reconnect your bodies. Now that he’d put the idea into your head, it wasn’t going to leave. 

You gripped his shoulder, looking him hard in the eyes. “Please make me cum, Seokjin.” 

Groaning, he captured your mouth with his hungrily. It instantly turned you on knowing how much he wanted you, always did, and heat pooled between your legs as his tongue swiped over yours. Your skin prickled as he slipped a hand under your pyjama top, running his fingers over the curve of your breast before cupping it. When you moaned in response, he moaned right back, his kiss turning frantic. Your boobs were sensitive, so the light tweak of your nipple felt mind-blowing. 

“You looked beautiful today,” Seokjin murmured along your jaw, then nipped your ear. “I wanted to touch you as soon as you put on that dress.” As he spoke, his palm grazed down your bump, slipping into your underwear. 

His words and actions were making you feel breathless, and you knew you were wet even before you felt his fingers skim over your folds, coating them. Beginning to overheat, you heaved off the covers with your feet, Seokjin helping you eagerly, and then removed your pyjama pants and underwear. His hand went back between your legs just as his lips pressed against yours, and you felt him circle a finger around your entrance, teasing you. Lifting your hips, you silently encouraged him to enter you, but he didn’t, moving to rub your clit instead. 

Breaking away from your mouth, he lifted your top to reveal one boob, taking your nipple in his mouth and sucking. You rolled your hips into his hand with a little cry, the motions against your clit feeling intense, but still not enough. You wanted his fingers inside of you. You loved his fingers, and what he was able to do with them. An expert with your body after these past few months, he could coax an orgasm from you in minutes. 

Looking down, eager to see what his talented fingers were doing, you were disappointed to be met with bump. Not that you were surprised, but it was still annoying. “I wish I could see you,” you complained, voice practically all breath. 

“I’m right here,” Seokjin chuckled, lifting his head to kiss you, his lips glossy. 

“I mean what you’re doing down there,” you whined. 

Chuckling again, he nipped your bottom lip, sultry eyes catching yours. “Want me to describe it to you?” 

You nodded enthusiastically, suddenly unable to speak. Seokjin’s voice was low, sending fresh shivers up your body, and you held your breath when you felt his fingers at your entrance again. 

“Right now,” he began thickly – slowly, “you’re so wet I could fit two of my fingers inside you…but I’m going to work up to it…tease you a little.” 

“Seokjin.” You could feel yourself clenching in anticipation. 

“What?” he wondered, feigning innocence. Then finally, he pushed one long finger inside. The fill wasn’t much, but it felt amazing, your back arching a fraction, as much as your bump would let you. Seokjin grunted, enjoying the view. It was no secret he loved your pregnant body very much. You often joked that he wouldn’t find you as attractive once the baby was born, having known you for longer pregnant than not, but he said that was impossible. He would find you attractive no matter what. 

“You’re so warm and soft,” he continued, started to pump inside you. “You’re already squeezing me. You can’t be close already, can you?”

Closing your eyes, you let out a shaky breath. He was determined to work you up. “If you keep on speaking, then yes.” 

That made him laugh, the sound bursting out of him, and then just like that, he started rubbing your clit with his thumb, the double sensation making you moan loudly. You circled your hips, moving with him, whimpering greedily. Yes, you were close, you were extremely close. 

“Baby, look at me,” Seokjin demanded softly, reaching over you to cup your jaw. You opened your eyes with a pleased moan. He didn’t call you baby very often, but every time he did, it was in bed. Angel was still your favourite, but baby did something to you, especially right now. 

You parted your lips, eager to have him kiss you. When they ghosted his, he pushed another finger inside you, making you gasp. Kissing you hungrily, he hooked his fingers, grazing against your g-spot with every stroke.

“Fuck—” you cried, gripping the wrist of the hand holding your face still.

“You’re so wet. Can you hear yourself?” To demonstrate, he moved his fingers a little faster. You squelched loudly around them. 

You lifted your hips off the bed in desperation, just a little more and you would come. He knew that, intensifying his movements until you were clinging to him, body tense as your orgasm built and built, and then finally, finally, you were coming, sighing with relief and pleasure. 

Seokjin kissed you like something possessed, pressing himself against your hip, and you were still turned on, still hungry. You wanted more of him. “You,” you panted, trying to slide your hand between your bodies to grip his neglected erection. “I want—you. Inside me, Seokjin. Hurry!” 

He didn’t need to hear it twice, just as eager as you. Rolling you on your side, he quickly got naked from the waist down, and lifted your leg, slipping his hard cock between your thighs before pressing against your soaked entrance. After he slowly pushed in, taking his time indulgently (maybe because he knew how it was going to go), it didn’t take him long before he was panting against your ear and coming inside you. The sensation making your toes curl with delight. 

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Afterwards, while you were in the bathroom, Glob decided it was time to party again. Maybe you’d woken her up with your bedtime exercise, or maybe she just knew what time of the day it was. Night-time for you was daytime for her, clearly. Washing your hands as fast as you could, you rushed straight into the bedroom again. “Seokjin, quick! She’s moving again!” These movements were stronger than those throughout the day, you were learning the difference quickly, which meant you should be able to see them on the outside again. 

Seokjin shot up from the bed, excitement written all over his (still very flushed) face and moved to kneel where you were stood at the foot of the bed, pyjama shirt already pulled up to your boobs. You felt another ripple, your bump moving slightly with it, and Seokjin reached out to touch you, feeling another one. He laughed in disbelief, gazing at you with crinkled eyes. Your cheeks were beginning to ache you were grinning so wide, and then you felt something that made you suck in a breath. 

“That was definitely a kick,” you laughed, surprised by the force of it. 

Seokjin had felt it too by the look on his face. “Or a punch,” he laughed back. 

You stayed like that for another few minutes until your daughter settled down, and then Seokjin kissed you and took your hand in his. “Come to bed, it’s getting late.”

You didn’t turn off the lamp just yet though, kissing each other more while Seokjin caressed what he could reach of your body. After a little while, he pulled away, stroking your hair. “Are you sleepy?” 

“A little. Why?” 

“I just wanted to talk about something, but never mind, go to sleep.” He stroked your hair again and kissed your nose. “I can ask you in the morning.” 

That caught your attention, and now you were wide awake. “Ask me what?” 

You watched him hesitate, feeling worry wash over you. “Jin?” 

“I’m going to sell the apartment,” he blurted out.  

“What?” you spluttered, eyes wide. “Why?” 

“I’ve been thinking about it for weeks.” He rolled onto his back as he replied, and you leaned up on your elbow, eager to hear what he had to say. “This place is hardly practical for a newborn.” 

You considered his words. They did make sense, but you didn’t want him to feel as if he had to move. This place was his, he’d lived here a long time. Before you could express that, he cupped your face, softly stroking the shell of your ear with his fingers. “I want a house,” he smiled slowly. “With a garden, so Globby can play outside when she’s older.” 

The image his words conjured in your mind filled you with a warm, longing feeling. When he saw your smile, Seokjin’s broadened. “That makes sense.” You leaned in to kiss him, then laughed. “So you were asking me for…my thoughts?” 

“I was asking you for your help,” he corrected. 

“Oh?” 

He pulled you in for another kiss before he explained. “You’ll be spending a lot of your time there, too. I want you to love the house just as much as me.” 

Oh. He wanted you to help him look for a house? You would be spending quite a lot of time there once your daughter was born, that was true. Still, you trusted Seokjin not to make any wild decisions. 

“What do you say?” he prompted, looking a little nervous. 

“Of course I’ll help you.” 

Seokjin beamed, taking one of your hands in his. “I can’t wait.” He let go of you to stretch back and reach for the lamp. “Let’s go to sleep now, we’ll talk about it more tomorrow, you’re tired.” 

But you weren’t anymore. 

You found yourself still awake long after Seokjin had happily fallen asleep. In the dark, your thoughts seemed to spiral. They weren’t horrible thoughts, just worrisome. Up until now you hadn’t given much thought to the fact you’d be raising your baby between two homes. You and Seokjin were happy to split your time between both places right now, but you had to be realistic, you were 7 months pregnant! Time was getting on. You couldn’t very well have two of everything. Two cribs, two bathtubs, two baby swings. It was wasteful, and not at all practical. Not to mention, your daughter would need to feel settled once born. 

You hadn’t been completely unorganised, granted. You’d already put together your birthing plan while you still had the time and energy, deciding to give birth at a birth centre rather than a hospital, considering you were still quite anxious inside one. The birth centre you’d visited over the summer had been impressive and the staff lovely. Your pregnancy was low risk, so it just made sense to give birth somewhere you’d be relaxed in, as well as taken care of. It wasn’t that far away from a hospital either, so if God forbid there were any complications, you could be transferred quickly. 

So you had the birth planned, but not much else it seemed… What were you going to do? 

“What’s up with you today? You don’t seem yourself.” 

It was the next day, late afternoon, and you were back at your house with Yuna. After pulling down all the baby shower decorations, she’d driven you home. Seokjin was staying at his place tonight, prepping for the meeting tomorrow. You didn’t want to distract him. Jimin was out with friends, so Yuna and you were making use of the opportunity, going through some of the wedding plans. Last month the bridesmaid dresses had been chosen, sage green in colour. They were stunning, not that you could fit into yours right now. You’d have to wait until early next year before you could get any alterations done. Next on the list was choosing music for the ceremony. 

“It’s nothing. I’m fine.” But your sigh disproved that. Yuna stared you down until you gave in. “Seokjin is moving house.” 

She looked instantly baffled. “What? Why? His place is amazing.” 

“He wants a place with a garden. Plus, he says his apartment isn’t really practical for a baby.” 

Yuna considered this and shrugged. “He has a point. It is very ‘bachelor pad.’” Then, as if realising something, she frowned. “So why aren’t you happy?” 

“I am happy,” you insisted. “I’ve just been…thinking.” 

“Oh, god.” 

“No, listen. Hear me out,” you argued, irritated by the roll of her eyes. “While we were talking last night, I realised that we’re going to have to raise Glob in two different households. That means I need two of everything.”

“Seokjin’s hardly strapped for cash,” Yuna pointed out. 

“That’s not the issue,” you said with a frustrated laugh. 

Yuna shrugged again. “Then the answer’s simple. Move in together.”

“What?” 

“Live. Together.” She sounded out each syllable slowly and loudly, as if you couldn’t hear her. Oh, you could hear her all right. 

“That’s insane. We’ve only been together a few months.” 

“Yes, so? You’re having a baby together, I don’t think that matters.” 

“It’s still a little too soon.” 

“And so is having a baby together, but that didn’t stop you.” 

You could feel your frustration mounting up. Yuna kept saying that, but it wasn’t at all helpful. Yes, having a baby together was a much bigger commitment than living together, but it didn’t stop it from feeling big and scary. 

“Come on, it makes perfect sense,” Yuna encouraged, excitement lighting up her face. “You can’t cart Glob around like she’s a weekend bag once she’s born. It’ll be unfair on her. Babies need routine.” 

Oh great, now she was using your unborn daughter to manipulate you. Hadn’t the same worries kept you up for most of the night? You knew logically it didn’t make sense to live apart, but you didn’t want to freak Seokjin out. If he’d wanted you to move in together, wouldn’t he have suggested it last night? 

“This is too stressful to think about right now,” you groaned, throwing yourself back against the sofa. You looked down at your bump, feeling defeated. “Why do issues always seem to pop up out of nowhere?” 

It had been a rhetorical question, but Yuna answered anyway. “Because you make the issues.” You stared at her, unamused. She ignored you and kept talking. “Living together seems perfectly reasonable to me. You see the guy pretty much every day.” 

That was true, you hardly spent the night apart these days. Even now, you were thinking about how lonely you would feel in bed tonight. “So what?” you asked quietly. “I’m just supposed to ask him if he wants to move in together? It’s that simple?” 

“Please, the big softy will love it.” 

But he hadn’t brought it up last night… That told you he either hadn’t thought of what would happen after Glob was born, just like you, or he just wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment yet. The latter made you inexplicably sad. 

“We haven’t even said ‘I love you’ yet,” you said out of nowhere, surprising yourself. 

“What does that have to do with it?” 

You shrugged. It didn’t really. It wasn’t as if you were waiting on Seokjin to say those three little words, so you didn’t understand why you had pointed that out. “It just seems a little backwards, that’s all.” 

“Once again, you are having his baby,” Yuna cried, clearly frustrated. Then, her expression grew concerned. She asked carefully, “Are you unsure about your feelings for him? Is that the problem?” 

“No! What?” You were baffled. “Where did that come from?” 

“Well, you’re the one going on about love!” 

You sighed. “I just worry that’s all… I don’t want to ruin our relationship by rushing into things—I know, I’m having his baby,” you added when Yuna opened her mouth to interrupt. 

“____, this is the happiest I’ve ever seen you,” Yuna told you seriously. “Seokjin and Glob might not have been planned, and even after all this time, it’s probably still a little scary—I get that, but just go for it. I’m 100% sure he’ll be over the moon when you bring it up and agree immediately.” 

You found yourself smiling, touched by her words. “That sure?” 

“Ok, maybe 99.99% sure,” she laughed. “Just in case.” 

“Yunaaaa,” you whined, but laughed along when hers got louder. “So if he says yes, we just what, buy a house together?” 

She nodded and looked around the room. “This place is obviously worth something.” 

That’s when your heart sunk. Of course. Why hadn’t you come to that conclusion already? Did baby brain start during pregnancy? You hadn’t looked it up. Because you were slow to the mark constantly lately. 

You were going to have to leave this place. The place you’d called home all your life. The place you’d shared with your mother for nearly 25 years. 

“It’s exciting,” Yuna sang, misinterpreting your expression. “Don’t look so scared.” 

“I’m not scared, I’m sad,” you replied croakily. 

��About moving in with Jin?” 

“No,” you chuckled, but felt tears pricking even as you did so. You wiped them away before they could fall. “Sad about leaving here. I thought I’d live here for the rest of my life.” 

Yuna smiled sympathetically. “So did I. But then you ended up falling in love with a multi-millionaire.” 

“Shut up,” you snorted, grateful she was making a joke. 

“What about if he moves in here with you?”

“That’s a nice idea, but this house is too small.” You didn’t even think you could fit Seokjin’s belongings inside, let alone his and your baby’s. No, if you were going to live together, it needed to be somewhere new and big enough. 

Yuna took one of your hands in hers, giving it a small squeeze. “Your mom wouldn’t mind you leaving. You have to fly the nest sometime,” she joked, making you chuckle. 

She was right. You’d never expecting it to happen, and it had crept up on you, but you’d outgrown this house. The realisation was bittersweet. If Seokjin agreed to live together, you would feel sad to leave this place behind, but that didn’t mean your memories would be left behind too. It was time to move on. The memory of your mother went beyond this house. You were a mother yourself now, and it would soon be up to you to make everlasting memories for your own daughter. 

You couldn’t wait. 

After work the next day, Seokjin came over, and you were extremely happy to see him. He’d phoned you last night before you’d fallen asleep, but it wasn’t the same as him being with you in person, softly saying good night to you before he switched off the light. You missed him when he wasn’t around. That thought made you even more determined to bring up moving in together. Still, plucking up the courage to do so was another story…

The evening went on. You ate together and then sat down, idly watching the television. Or at least you were idly watching, your mind on other things. Seokjin was absorbed, laughing at a show he’d flicked on to, but ever the perceptive, it didn’t take him long to realise something was the matter. 

“You’re quiet tonight,” he nudged gently. “Is everything all right?” 

“Yup,” you nodded, maybe a little too quick and cheery. At his silent prompt, you found yourself hesitating. You’d half been hoping he’d bring up house hunting again so you could naturally slip in your big, crazy idea, but it didn’t seem like he was, and this was your perfect opportunity. “I, uh…I wanted to ask you something.” 

Seokjin sensed your uneasiness and shifted in his seat. “Sure. What is it?” His voice was low with concern.

“Well, you know how you were talking about house hunting,” you began haltingly. Seokjin nodded. “And you wanted my help…” Seokjin nodded again, and bless him for not growing impatient. You took a deep breath, psyching yourself up. “What if…we house hunted together?” 

Seokjin furrowed his brow and then chuckled. “Yes…that’s what we’d be doing, isn’t it? I’m going to call the place I used to buy my apartment. Tomorrow probably. We might have to go in the evenings, if that’s all right? I want to find something as soon as possible.” He reached to cup your bump as he spoke, smiling at you. 

Oh, God. He’d misunderstood. You tried again, before you could chicken out. “No, I mean… What if we looked for a house together?” Seokjin’s smile froze a little. “Like, you sold your place, I sold mine, and then we bought a house…together.” Seokjin was staring blankly at you now, and you swallowed down your sick feeling. You waved your hands. “It’s too soon, isn’t it? Never mind. Ignore what I said. I’ve scared you off.” 

To your surprise, he laughed. When you looked at him hurt, he took your hands, bringing them to his mouth to kiss. “You could never scare me off,” he murmured. 

“Really?” you asked in a small voice. 

He nodded and placed your hands in his lap. “I just…wasn’t expecting you to suggest that.” Studying his face, you realised that he was struggling for words because he was so shocked. He chuckled. “I thought I’d have to ease you into it. I know moving in together is a big step.” 

“It is.” 

“I was hoping eventually we would get there,” Seokjin continued carefully. “It would be hard to juggle two houses and a baby.” It touched you that he’d already been thinking about all of this, which was more than could be said for you. He gave you a cheeky grin. “I thought maybe you would stay with me for a couple of months once Glob was born and then you’d decide to never leave.” 

You laughed. “Really? That was your master plan?” 

“I thought it was pretty smart.” 

“You’re very smart,” you agreed, reaching to smush his cheeks. “The smartest.” He guffawed and tried shaking you off, but you held him still. You were relieved he felt the same, but just needed to make sure. “You’re really okay with the idea? It’s not too soon?” 

He placed his hands over yours, looking you right in the eyes. “____, we’re having a baby together. I don’t think it’s too soon at all.” It was strange, but you didn’t dislike hearing that from him. Yuna on the other hand… “I want to be with you and our daughter every single moment I can.” To lighten the mood, he added as a joke, “Besides, we’ll find a big house, so if we start getting on one another’s nerves, we can live in separate quarters.” 

Laughing, you wrapped your arms around his neck to drag yourself forward. “I really want to live together.” You kissed him. “I missed you last night.” 

He hummed happily against your mouth. “I missed you kicking me too.” 

“You missed Glob jiggling about,” you informed him, pulling back. 

“Oh, whaaat.” 

“She���s obviously decided she loves being super active at night. I’m pretty sure she was doing a one person Mexican Wave in there at one point.” 

“Brilliant.” 

“Not for my insides,” you grumbled. Not that you really cared. You loved feeling your daughter wriggling about inside you. 

“So we’re gonna do this?” Seokjin grinned. 

“We are.” 

He stroked some hair behind your ear, voice careful.  “How do you feel about leaving the house you shared with your mom?” 

His concern warmed you. “I’m a little sad about it,” you admitted, “and I’ll probably be really emotional when it happens, but it’s the right thing to do.” Seokjin nodded in understanding, and you felt the urge to kiss him again. You broke apart laughing. “No way could I fit all your things inside. Your games room is like half the size of my house!” 

“I’m already shotgunning the biggest room in the new house for games room 2.0,” he laughed along. 

“Hey!” Then, wonderingly: “Can I get an office?” 

“Anything you want.” 

“Hmm. I’ve always wanted a library room.” 

“With bookcases reaching the ceiling and a ladder?” 

You groaned, practically drooling. “Stop talking dirty to me.” 

Laughter unrestrained, Seokjin brought you in for a hug, careful not to squeeze too hard. “I really can’t wait.” 

You both couldn’t. 

Written 2022. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2022

[floralseokjin]

⤑ 9 months to fall in love 17.

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 6,695

warnings/includes (!) mentions of homophobia, a father-daughter heart to heart, another heart to heart with Seokjin, therapy mentions, season two’s HEA 

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*inspired by the manhwa ‘Positively Yours.’

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“Are you going to tell me what’s bothering you?” 

Seokjin startled, so stuck inside his own head he’d forgotten where he was, who he was sat by. 

Hoseok widened his eyes, head tilted slightly as he waited for a response. “You’ve had that seat in a death grip ever since you sat down. I know you’re not afraid of flying, so what’s up?” 

Seokjin turned, looking out the window, letting the shape of the clouds distract him. “I might have acquired a phobia since the last time,” he muttered. 

Hoseok sighed, long and hard. “I know you didn’t want to go, I didn’t either. Leaving Kang sucks, but it’s only for a few days.” 

“That’s not what this is about. I mean, it is, but it’s also more than that.” Seokjin let out a sigh of his own. “I met ____’s family yesterday.” 

“Finally,” Hoseok laughed, then noticed the solemn look on Seokjin’s face. “Oh. So it didn’t go well?” 

That was putting it lightly. It couldn’t have gone worse if he’d tried. Well, that wasn’t so true, but it still didn’t make things any better. “Her stepmom was great, really excited for the baby. Her brother and sister too…” 

“Dad?” Hoseok deduced, wincing. 

“He called me pompous,” Seokjin admitted after a beat of silence, face hot. 

“He seems a great judge of character,” Hoseok snorted, then covered it up with a cough when Seokjin shot him a look. “Sorry.” He flattened his mouth. “What happened?” 

“He thinks I’m going to end up leaving once Glob is born.” Just saying that aloud made Seokjin’s stomach roll. 

“Can he see into the future, or?” 

“Hoseok, let’s be serious,” Seokjin asked, getting frustrated. “It was terrible. He fucking hates me.” Seokjin said that last part as quietly as he could, aware they were flying business class. The last thing he wanted was to offend or disturb anyone, but thankfully most people had earphones in. “He was shouting, he would hardly listen to me. It was…bad.” Hoseok seemed a little stunned, so Seokjin carried on, feeling mildly relieved to get this all off his chest. “I understand his concerns, but he took a dislike to me as soon as I walked through the door. I didn’t stand a chance.” 

“How did ____ take it?” 

Seokjin rubbed a hand over his face, his chest tightening. “She was crying. This whole time she’s had it in her head he wouldn’t mind, she wasn’t expecting him to be so upset.” 

“You mean angry,” Hoseok corrected. “Angry because he’s a psychic and knows that you’re going to leave her once the baby is born…?” 

“Hoseok, please.” Now wasn’t the time for joking around. “There’s more to it. I can’t really go into it because…well…” It wasn’t his business to tell. Your father was worried that history would repeat itself, and it was pretty near impossible to make him believe otherwise. 

“I understand,” Hoseok nodded, then carefully: “So, you didn’t want to leave her today because she was so upset?” 

Seokjin’s stomach dropped. “I didn’t—we didn’t spend the night together,” he admitted disjointedly. “I went home. I needed—I just needed to be alone.” 

“Wait, what?” Hoseok sounded in disbelief. “Her dad blows up, makes her cry and then you just drop her off at home. ‘Oh, by the way, I’m going to Japan for a week.’”

Seokjin’s face prickled with heat, Hoseok’s tone bringing instant shame. “It wasn’t like that.” 

“Sounds exactly like that.” Hoseok could see through bullshit expertly. 

“I was upset too.” Embarrassed. “Everything has been going so well…” Just like that, Seokjin thought back to last weekend, how happy you’d both been letting everyone know you were going to have a daughter. 

“Christ. So you really just left like that?” 

“Save it,” Seokjin groaned, he already felt so bad about it. He’d hardly gotten any sleep last night, itching to call you and apologise, but in the end he’d thought better of it, not wanting to make things worse. “We didn’t argue,” he tried to justify, but he knew deep down he was just trying to make himself feel better. “We’re talking, it’s just…”

“Your ego took a bashing and you needed to hide away.” 

Hoseok wasn’t entirely wrong, at the crux of things that’s essentially what it was. No matter how much something like that affected him, he needed to work past it. Getting his feelings hurt by your dad was nowhere near how hurt you’d been by the events of yesterday. 

Seeing something in Seokjin’s face maybe, Hoseok clapped his back supportively. “Look, I get it. You don’t like it when people dislike you, that’s totally valid, but it’s only her dad. You don’t have to see the guy all the time.” When Seokjin stayed silent, Hoseok added, “Hey, Kang’s father hates me.” 

“Kang’s father is homophobic.” 

He was an irredeemable piece of shit, while Minsoo was just worried about his daughter’s wellbeing. 

Hoseok shrugged. “That’s true, no one cares what he thinks. Bad example.”

A small laugh puffed from Seokjin’s mouth, the first in over twenty-four hours. Hoseok grinned. “You’ll win him over. It’ll just take some time. He’ll see you’re not going anywhere.” Seokjin nodded, feeling hopeful. “Who’s more important, your pregnant girlfriend’s dad? Or your pregnant girlfriend?”  

“Thank you, Hobi,” he whispered gratefully. 

“No problem, but do yourself a favour and call ____ when we land, because I’m not dealing with this” – Hoseok gestured towards him, waving his hand in a complete circle – “for an entire week.” 

At that, he kicked back, conversation over, obviously planning to relax as much as possible before they landed. Seokjin tried to do the same, but his thoughts were too preoccupied with you. He’d messaged you just before take-off, but he hadn’t had time to see if you’d responded. He was going to take Hoseok’s advice and call you as soon as he got to the hotel. If he didn’t get his act together soon, it wasn’t going to be your father who ruined everything, it would be him. 

On Sunday you’d been surprised when Seokjin had called you from his hotel. There had been quite a few awkward silences, a lot of sorrys from him, and you could hear how remorseful he felt for leaving things like he had yesterday. You could also sense how he was still obviously hurt from the confrontation with your father. You wanted to ask again, what they had spoken about, but held back. You didn’t want to press him, and besides, you couldn’t do a lot of talking when he was on the phone in a completely different country. Just hearing his voice was enough, and you told him you’d talk when he got back, and that you were sorry too, even though he insisted once again that you had nothing to feel sorry for. He said goodbye with a promise to contact you as much as possible and told you he’d email the convention schedule over so you could keep up to date with him. 

That small gesture, plus the phone call as a whole, had made you feel loads better, and his daily morning and evening texts helped even more. It made you feel nostalgic in a way, recalling these past few months. It also made you realise how much you’d gotten used to Seokjin being in your life. How much of a constant he’d become in such a short amount of time. Not seeing him every day was horrible. You missed him a lot, and it made you wonder how you’d spent your days before him. You couldn’t imagine not having a person to share things with now. Not having him. 

Still, life went on. You distracted yourself with work, and you had Glob to keep you company in the night. Although she was probably sick of hearing your voice by now, and your belly massages weren’t as good as daddy’s. 

You had your bestie too, of course. On Sunday night she’d come over with ‘supplies’ which consisted of way too much chocolate and a chunky loaf of bread, making a beeline for your toaster. 

“Seokjin seems like the kind of guy who needs everyone to like him,” she’d said through a mouthful of buttery toast, crumbs falling onto your table because she didn’t know how to use a plate properly. “This probably just hit him where it hurts.” 

You’d levelled a look at her, not in the mood for her insight. She’d taken one semester of psychology in university nearly ten years ago and still thought she was an expert. “I should think it hurt, my dad was so rude to him.” 

But maybe she did have a point… Your father taking an instant dislike to Seokjin seemed to have affected him deeply. The brief thought made your heart hurt. 

“It sounds so messy.” 

“Thanks,” you’d deadpanned. “But really, Seokjin’s usually the one who wants to talk about stuff. In the car he basically just closed off. He hardly said anything.” 

“Well, he was probably in shock. Wouldn’t you be? If his mom had acted like that?” 

“Yeah,” you’d admitted. You didn’t know how you would have reacted, but it probably would have been something similar – or worse. “I just…argh, I don’t­—I didn’t think he would blow up like that.” 

“Your dad? I mean, you did rock up to his house 5 months pregnant with a man he’s never met.” 

You hated it when she spoke sense. “I know that was a mistake on my part, but Yeonja was happy,” you’d tried to justify. 

“That’s because she’s been waiting for this day for years.” 

You’d picked at the crusts on your plate. “Dad just lets me get on with it, I thought this would be the same.” 

“This isn’t just average life though,” Yuna’d reasoned carefully. “You’re not just going to work, hanging out with friends, dating. You’re having a baby. It doesn’t get much more serious than that. Your happiness is on the line, your security. I can see why he’s so cynical, Seokjin is a complete stranger. Not that I’m justifying his behaviour at all.” 

“I know,” you’d sighed. 

“He doesn’t know Seokjin, didn’t get the chance to know him, he’s just making his own conclusions because that’s all he can do. Even if they are outrageous. Come on, Seokjin pompous? Please.” Then, softly: “You should talk to him.” 

You’d shaken your head. “I can’t right now. I’m still so mad at him. Yeonja keeps messaging me telling me he feels really bad about what happened, but I can’t face it right now. I need to talk things through with Seokjin first.” Then you’d noticed Yuna’s smile. “…What?” 

“I’m just so proud of you. Not running away from your problems or burying your head in the sand. My bestie is so grown up now.” Squealing, she’d gotten up to round the table and hug you. 

“Did you just miss the part where I said I couldn’t face talking to my father right now?” 

“He acted like an ass, so let him sweat a little. You’ve still…” 

“Grown up?” you’d finished for her, snorting. “It’s called impending motherhood.” 

It wasn’t just Yeonja who had messaged you. You and Jeuen had been texting back and forth all week, not about your father or what had happened on the weekend, but just…normal stuff. Glob mostly, but also TV shows and your shared attraction to Ian Somerhalder. (Yes, by TV shows you meant The Vampire Diaries.) Even though you and Joo were thirteen years apart, you both had top tier taste in men…and semi-questionable taste in teen dramas… Even Jihoon had messaged you. Simple and to the point: Dad is an asshole. It had made you laugh, the first proper laugh you’d had in days. 

On Wednesday you had lunch with Yeeun, Tara and Mari. It was nice to socialise outside of your close-knit circle, even if Mari wanted to spend most of the time talking about Seokjin. She was curious to know when you’d taken the step from ‘friends to lovers.’ Semi-mortified, you’d briefly explained how you’d just grown closer during the pregnancy. 

“With a face like his, no wonder,” she’d all but cackled. “The pregnancy makes complete sense.” 

Yeeun and Tara had almost spat out their drinks, while you’d been absolutely speechless. Despite spending the hour squirming and hot in the face, you’d gone back to the office feeling more positive than you had all week. You had so many people who supported you, your relationship with Seokjin, and your pregnancy. Your father’s (wrong) opinion didn’t matter, and you couldn’t wait to prove him wrong. 

The next day, Seokjin was due to speak at the gaming convention, according to the schedule he’d emailed over. So after work, you rushed home and got changed into your comfiest (note: stretchiest) clothes you owned and ordered some Thai food, ready for 7pm. It was getting livestreamed on Twitter, so you pulled out your MacBook, needing a bigger screen so you could see him better. Sitting crossed legged, you waited eagerly. When he finally appeared, you got so excited it felt as though you were watching your favourite celebrity on stage. You clapped your hands along with the audience, pointlessly telling Glob ‘Look, her dad was on the screen!’ 

He'd had his hair cut, you noticed straight away. Not as short as he’d had it a few months ago, but it was no longer in his eyes. Dressed in a simple white button down – sleeves rolled up to mid forearms –  and black pants, he looked great. You didn’t really understand what he was talking about, but it didn’t matter, he was amazing. He had you mesmerised by his stage presence and professionalism. He was made for this, talking in front of audiences and making them laugh. He was nervous, you could tell, but it didn’t stop him. It never did. You felt so proud of him, and it made you feel oddly emotional. It definitely made you miss him more. 

After he was finished, you immediately texted him a picture you’d taken of the screen, wanting to praise him. 

You are so professional!!

Around twenty minutes later he replied. 

Seokjin 8:20pm You watched it? I’m so embarrassed  Did you notice how much I was sweating? 

Shhhh. You did amazing. You’re amazing!

Seokjin 8:22pm Thank you. That means a lot 

Seokjin 8:25pm I miss you and Glob 

We miss you too… 

The thought suddenly made you feel very, very lonely. And angry. At your father. All over again. If he hadn’t caused such a scene on Saturday, Seokjin would have left for Japan differently. Everything had been perfect, and your father had ruined it. All because he couldn’t be happy for you. 

You were ready to call him. No, you needed to call him right now and tell him how wrong he was. To tell him that he knew nothing about Seokjin or your relationship and had judged him so completely wrong it was ridiculous. That he had been so unbelievably rude that he should be ashamed of himself. That he had no right to meddle in your life. 

You still had your phone in your hand, and acting quickly, while you still felt impelled, you opened your phonebook and scrolled to your dad’s name, hitting it aggressively. He answered on the second ring, sounding mildly relieved as he said your name. He took advantage of your momentary speechlessness. “Listen, I—” 

“I want to speak first,” you spoke over him, finding your voice. “I just have some things I want to make clear.” 

There was a pause and you heard him swallow. “Sure. Go ahead.” 

You took a breath, deeper than you intended, and louder. “I’m still mad at you, dad.” You hated the way your voice shook. It was due to anger, but you still felt it as a weakness. “I can’t believe you acted the way you did. The way you just judged Seokjin without knowing anything about him, it was uncalled for.” 

The words spilled from your mouth and to be quite honest, you weren’t too sure you were making sense, but as soon as you were done, you felt yourself physically deflate. All the tension seemed to leave your body, despite still eagerly waiting his response. 

Quietly, calmly, your dad replied. “I know, and I’m sorry. I know it’s just a word, and it’s not enough, but I am. I’m very sorry.” 

You found yourself silent again, unsure what you’d been expecting. You’d wanted him to be sorry more than anything, even if you’d called him itching for a fight, but hearing him say the words affected you a lot more than you’d been expecting. Your throat felt tight and painful. 

“____?” he prompted hesitantly, probably unsure if you were still there or not. 

“I’m sorry, too.” It hurt to speak, the emotion you were feeling choking you. “For not telling you sooner. Maybe if I had…” You trailed off, started again. “I know it was a shock, so I’m probably partially to blame.” 

It was why you felt so guilty when it came to Seokjin. You’d repeatedly told him telling your dad would be no big deal. He hadn’t been prepared for your dad’s attack. Then again, neither had you…

“You’re not to blame at all. Don’t be sorry,” your dad said now, sounding embarrassed. “It was all me.” 

Silence yet again. You were terrible at this, and you almost wished you had Yeonja between the two of you acting as a buffer. 

“But I do wish you would have told me earlier,” he said softly, clearing his throat. “Not because I’m entitled to that news, but…” He sighed. “We could have helped you, been there for you.” 

“Seokjin was there for me,” you replied, not wanting to concentrate on the way your father’s admission made you feel. “Ever since I told him, he’s been there every step of the way. Even when I tried to push him out.” 

“You wanted to do this alone?” You could easily visualise the concerned frown on your dad’s face. 

“No,” you answered. “I always wanted Seokjin to be in his child’s life, it was just a…lot. Things happened. We were going to co-parent, but…our feelings changed.” You swallowed, feeling uncomfortable. “We’ve thought about this very carefully. I don’t just do things rashly, you know that, right?” 

“I do. You’ve got a good head on your shoulders, always have.” 

“It’s called being the eldest daughter,” you pointed out. 

Your dad hummed gruffly. “You’ve always been a grown-up.” A pause. “I didn’t mean what I said. I know it seemed like I was blaming you for getting pregnant. I was just… I didn’t want it like that for you. Me and your mother…” 

As he trailed off, everything suddenly became clear. That’s what he was worried about? That history would repeat itself. “This isn’t the same,” you told him, gentle but stern. 

“How can you be so sure?” 

You couldn’t, not really, but it had nothing to do with doubting Seokjin. It was just how life worked. “It doesn’t matter whether me and Seokjin have been together for 5 minutes or 5 years, dad, relationships can fall apart whatever the length, whatever the love.” 

“Wise words,” he remarked, and your mouth lifted a fraction, amused. 

“We don’t know what’s going to happen in the future, but that’s okay, because we’re happy now and we want to try.” 

Your father let your words settle, surprising you by not disputing them. “Is he—Is Seokjin there with you right now?”

“No, he’s on a business trip.” 

“I need to apologise to him.” 

“It’s probably best you do that in person.” 

You were still in two minds whether or not an apology would be enough considering how he’d treated Seokjin, but it was a start, and you knew that Seokjin wasn’t someone who held grudges anyway. He wanted your dad to like him, that much had been obvious on Saturday afternoon. 

“He gave me what for, mind you.” 

Your eyebrows lifted, surprised. “He did?” 

“He didn’t tell you?” 

“We didn’t have—He was upset and then we didn’t have much time to talk before he had to leave.” Haltingly, you added, “He also said I should discuss it with you first.” 

Your dad hummed, contemplating. “He was probably right.” 

“What…did…you speak about?” you asked slowly, desperate to know. 

He was silent for a moment, and you worried he wasn’t going to respond at all. Then, finally: “You tell him a lot.” 

You pulled your head back, a little baffled. “I don’t­ k—well, maybe. I think he can just understand me very well.” And it was because of that understanding, you felt comfortable talking to him. 

“I’ve made a lot of mistakes being your dad.” 

The weight of his words tightened your throat all over again. “Dad,” you managed, the syllable strangled. 

“No, it’s the truth.” 

“I didn’t make it very easy for you sometimes.” You had him down as Minsoo in your phone, for crying out loud! 

“I deserved it,” he answered simply. “You always did prefer your mom—and that’s okay,” he reassured, when you went to disagree. “You spent most of your time with her and she needed you more.” 

You swallowed the growing lump in your throat, noticing your vision was suddenly blurry with unshed tears. You and he never spoke about your mom. You let out a shaky breath and wiped your nose. 

“I know it’s wrong of me to say, but maybe I was a little jealous, mad at your mother. I blamed her for our strained relationship for a very long time, but then eventually I realised I was the one to blame. When she passed—” 

“Dad.” 

“Let me say this,” he insisted softly. You nodded, despite him not being able to see you. “When she went, I selfishly thought this is it. This will be my chance to be close to you again. But it wasn’t. If anything, I lost you even more.” 

“It wasn’t that,” you croaked, your chest aching with the memory. You cupped your bump, reminding yourself that you were never fully alone anymore. “It just…hurt.” 

“I know.” 

That was all he said, but it was more than enough. The way he said it made you truly believe he did know. He knew how left out and alone you’d felt every time you’d spent time with him and Yeonja, Jihoon and Jueun… Every time they tried to include you. They wanted to be there for you, but it hadn’t helped. It hadn’t comforted you at all. 

“I didn’t try,” he continued, and he sounded choked up. You wondered where he was, probably in his work shed. You knew him enough to know that was his favourite place. 

He blew out an unsteady breath, trying to compose himself. “There’s so much I should’ve done. So many things I wished I’d done and said, but I didn’t want to force myself on you. I know that was a mistake. I was the adult, I was your father, and yet I just let you make the decision. The decision you thought was the right one because I was so…detached.” 

You had never heard him sound so emotional. You had never had an emotional conversation with him like this. When he and your mom had decided to divorce, she was the one who told you and held you as you cried. But hearing his voice break and wobble, unsettled you, and you decided it was the most horrendous thing hearing him be upset. You never wanted it to happen again. 

“I wouldn’t have made it easy for you,” you managed to joke, but your excessive sniffing sort of ruined it. 

The sound of his laughter, almost a bark, made you smile. “Don’t I know it, but still, I should have tried, never gave up.” Sombre again, he murmured your name. “You’re a lot like your mom, but the thing with that is, me and her were a lot alike too.” 

You agreed wholeheartedly. “So basically,” – you let out a watery laugh – “what you’re trying to tell me is, I’m a mixture of both of you? That sucks.” 

“Nope. You’re your own person.” He paused, and you were smiling. “You’re incredible. Talented, clever, strong, beautiful… I should have told you that a long time ago. He was right.” 

Seokjin had told him he needed to say all those things to you? Seokjin had given you dad what for? You laughed softly, wiping away a few tears that had slipped out of your eyes. “Thank you, dad.” And thank you, Seokjin… Even when being unduly attacked by your father, he had managed to think of you. 

“I never told you congratulations.” 

You smiled. “Thanks again.” 

“I can’t believe it, I’m finally going to be a grandparent, huh?” 

“You sound just like Yeonja now,” you chided jokingly. 

“I do,” he agreed with a short chuckle. “She’s very happy for you. I know she can be…excitable, but she loves you a lot. Always has.” 

“I know. I always knew she would be happy for me,” you admitted. “I just thought…I thought it would irritate me. She’s been banging on about this for so long.” When you laughed, so did your dad, completely understanding what you meant. 

“I ruined lunch for you. But for her, too… and Jueun. She’s barely said two words to me all week. Even Ji, I know he’s mad at me.” Your dad let out a long, regretful sigh. “How about you come around again? Whenever you’re ready. I have an apology I need to make.” 

“We will,” you agreed. 

“I know it won’t be enough, but it’s a start, right?” 

“Seokjin won’t hold it against you, dad. He’s good like that.” 

“’Good.’ I like that word.” Then he tsked. “But a CEO? That’s…” 

“Dad, you do realise you own your own company too, right?” But you were smiling as you pointed it out. 

“____, that’s different,” he sighed. 

“Why, because you don’t wear a suit?” When he grumbled in response, you laughed. “It’s not how you’re imagining it. I thought the same, but he’s no Christian Grey.” 

“Who’s that?” your father asked, audibly confused. 

“Never mind,” you chuckled. “Anyway, it’s getting late. I should probably…” You were both awkward when it came to saying goodbye. 

“____ wait a sec,” he hurried. “I was wondering… Have you bought a crib yet?” 

“No, we haven’t bought anything yet.” Although, you should probably get a move on. All you’d managed to purchase were some maternity clothes because your closet was becoming well and truly useless. 

“Would you mind—Do you mind if I made one for you?” He waited for your reply and then added, “For the baby.”  

“I’d love that.” Your wide smile was both through happiness and surprise. 

“Good,” he muttered. Then again louder. “Good. All right.” You could tell he was smiling. “I best leave you then. Don’t want to take up too much of your time. I’ll call you soon,” he added. “Keep you updated on that crib.” 

“Looking forward to it.” You really were. 

“Any preferences?” 

“I trust you,” you said, still smiling. 

“All right. Bye, ____. Love you.” 

There was a beat of silence, a moment to process your shock. Then you smiled harder. “Love you too, dad. Night.” 

Hanging up, you simply stared down at your phone, trying to remember the last time you and he had said I love you to one another. You couldn’t. Happy and emotional, you didn’t know what to do. Automatically, you found yourself changing his name to Dad in your phonebook. Without outrightly saying it, he had told you he was going to try now. With you, with Seokjin, with your baby – his granddaughter, and that meant that you were going to try too. 

It was a small gesture, one he was clueless too, but in this moment, it felt big to you, and it made all the difference. 

Finally, finally, it was Saturday. 

You’d realised that without Seokjin, time went very, very slow. 

He’d called you the night before to ask if he could come by your place straight after he landed at 10am. It had been the easiest yes you’d ever said. You woke up early, showering and dressing before Seokjin had even boarded probably, so you busied yourself by tidying up around the house, putting dishes away, vacuuming, straightening up throw cushions. At one point you’d been on your knees scrubbing the toilet pan, which was already becoming difficult with how quickly Glob seemed to be growing these days. 

Putting your energy into cleaning worked to chill you out a little, but you were still very much excited for Seokjin’s arrival, especially now that things with your father had taken a positive turn. You couldn’t wait to tell him, for him to get his own apology too. But maybe more importantly – selfishly – you just couldn’t wait to see him. You’d missed him so much. You wanted to hold him, to feel him under your fingertips, hear his voice in the same room as you, accidentally kick him in your sleep and steal the blankets… This week had been horrifically long. 

But with a knock at the door, it was finally over. 

You whizzed over with the full intention of asking him why he hadn’t used his key, but then the door was open and he was there, stood in front of you wearing a white t-shirt and dark wash jeans. Effortlessly casual, even if his sneakers were so clean they looked as though he’d just slipped them on. You didn’t know who went to hug who first, but it was practically instantaneous, Seokjin squeezing you a little too tight, but you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him to ease off. It felt too good to be back in his arms. 

“I’ve missed you” you heard yourself say, smushed into his chest. 

“I’m sorry” he said against your neck, kissing it once before releasing you, bending down to kiss your bump. He stood and then kissed you, firmly, holding the back of your head with both hands. Yours found his shoulders, kissing him back with just as much feeling. When he pulled away he stroked the hair away from your face, gazing at you softly. “I missed you.” 

You smiled, wrapping your arms around his middle, bringing him into another hug. He kissed the top of your head, letting out a weary noise. “I need to shower. I smell like plane.” 

You released him reluctantly. “I’ll make us brunch. You had some clothes here so I put them out in my bedroom.” 

His face warmed with gratitude. “Thanks. I’ll be quick.” He started to kick off his pristine shoes. 

“Do you want to bring your case inside? I can wash your clothes.” 

He shook his head, hand stroking down your arm. “We can do that later, no need to rush around after me.” 

With a smile, you nodded, pecking his mouth as he stepped away, brushing your bump as he did so. 

“Quick, I promise,” he repeated, chuckling. 

When you were alone, you let your smile widen, happy the Seokjin you knew, your Seokjin, was back home. 

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During your late breakfast you caught up. He asked about Glob, musing with disbelief how your bump looked bigger. He wasn’t wrong. You asked him about his trip, and after you were done talking about that you spilled the beans on a massive argument Yuna and Jimin had on Thursday night – after you watched his talk (and after your talk with your dad.) It was about flower arrangements. Well, about why Yuna cared about them so much, which resulted in Yuna believing Jimin didn’t care about the wedding, which basically meant he didn’t care about her. She’d spent the night with you crying in your bed, your extreme reassuring hopeless because she’d sniffed all night long in her sleep. You didn’t like seeing her upset because it rarely happened. Thankfully, they were all made up now though, both apologising to one another the very next day. 

After you were done eating, leaving the dishes for later, you went to sit on the sofa while Seokjin said he needed to get something from his car. He came back holding a small paper gift bag, handing it to you as he sat down. You looked at him curiously, and he jerked his head to encourage you to open it up. 

“I saw it and just had to. For Glob, Globby, Globbina – whatever we’re calling her now,” he said with a smile as you carefully pulled out an adorable cream romper with whales on it, wooden buttons down the middle. 

“I love it,” you awed, blinking at him and realising that you were filling up. You laughed, embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I’m just—it’s been—” 

“No, I’m sorry,” Seokjin stopped you, expression contrite. He reached for one of your wrists, thumb stroking over the delicate skin. “I should have never left like that.” 

“It’s okay,” you shrugged, “we were both a little shaken up.” 

“No, it’s not okay. We should have spoken about it.” His tone was firm. “I just… I guess I just closed off. I didn’t know how to handle it.” You looked down at the romper on your lap, fingers tracing a button as he continued. “I wasn’t expecting that reaction. We both weren’t. You were upset too, and I just left you.” 

You nodded, because he was right. You’d needed him as much as he’d needed you, but he’d pushed you out. 

“I was embarrassed.” 

You frowned, glancing up as your heart tugged. “You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about, Jin. That’s all on my father.” Reaching for his warm hands, you met his gaze. “I spoke to him. He apologised, wants to apologise to you as well.” 

Seokjin looked visibly surprised by that, his mouth parting. “He does?” 

“You could have been anybody, Seokjin. I could’ve introduced him to anyone, and he would have reacted the same way. It wasn’t about you. And once he gets to know you, he’ll see what everyone else sees. What I see.” Smiling at him, he ducked his head bashfully. 

“I don’t know what you see in me…” 

“Don’t say that.” It upset you, but you tried to lighten the mood. “Didn’t I already tell you you’re amazing once this week?” 

The corner of his mouth lifted, a slight smile. “I just don’t do very well with people disliking me. It’s ridiculous, but it gets to me sometimes, I can’t help it” 

“I know,” you simply said, even as you wished Seokjin could see how amazing he really was. He was always able to see the good in other people, but never himself. He needed to give himself more credit. 

“I called my therapist—,” 

“You have a therapist?” you interrupted. That was news to you. 

He nodded, shrugging. “It sort of comes with the job. I haven’t contacted her for a while, not since before I found out you were pregnant. She was shocked, to say the least. It’s not every day someone’s life changes that drastically.” You both managed a chuckle. “She made it clear that I shouldn’t run away. I know she’s right. She always tells me I can’t expect everyone to like me, but it’s hard.” He winced. “Does that make me sound very egotistical?” 

“No.” You laced your fingers with his. “It makes you sound like someone with low self-esteem.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, voice almost a breath. Then he worried at his lower lip. “But this is your dad. He’s not just someone.” 

Seokjin always seemed so mentally strong and put together, but everyone had their insecurities and problems, you knew that more than anyone. It was good that he had someone to talk to, and it was good that he was opening up to you. You wanted to be there for him, to understand what he was thinking and why. 

You’d had bereavement counselling for nearly a year after your mom, although maybe it had gone on so long, it was just counselling in the end. You didn’t really remember much from that time, mostly because you hated to think of that horrendous year, but you knew that talking to someone had worked. It was how you’d gotten back to work and started doing things again, after all. Seokjin actively seeking help and advice, however small, was admirable. Yuna was your go-to person for guidance, was the only one you really confided in up until you’d met Seokjin, but even you understood the benefits of a professional. Hell, you definitely could have used one during that whole Sera situation… You probably got that from both parents too, that hesitancy to ask for help when you needed it. 

As Seokjin wrapped his arm around you, bringing you close, you made a mental note not to be so stubborn and reluctant anymore, Seokjin’s willingness to share this with you, touching you, inspiring you almost. You turned, kissing his jaw. “Me and your daughter like you.” Your mouth pressed to his cheek this time. “Hoseok and Jungkook,” you began listing off. “Your family, Yuna and Jimin, Namjoon, my entire office – including Yoongi.” That made him chuckle, and you kissed the corner of his mouth. “Every single one of your employees.” He pulled an unsure face at that, making you chuckle. “Yeonja, Jihoon and Jueun—and my dad soon enough.” 

Seokjin groaned uncertainly.

“Trust me,” you insisted. “He will apologise. It’s the least he can do, but it’s a start.” You smiled then, remembering something, “He admired the way you told him ‘what for.’” 

“I did what?” 

You leaned into his shoulder, looking up at him. “I don’t know what you said exactly, but for the first time in a very, very long time, we said I love you to one another—well, ‘love you’ but it means the same thing.” Seokjin blinked down at you, letting that sink in. You reached up to stroke his cheek. “You made us talk, like really talk. So, thank you. I’ll be forever grateful.” 

Finally, he smiled, sounding really happy for you when he replied, “I’m really glad you talked. That’s amazing news.”

“He’s making a crib for Glob,” you informed him. 

“He can do that?” Seokjin’s eyes were wide, impressed. 

“Oh yeah, where do you think my artistic blood comes from?” 

“You can do woodwork now?” he asked dubiously. 

“No, but if I applied myself I probably could…” 

Seokjin chuckled, readjusting his arm that was probably going dead under you. With his other, he reached to stroke your stomach. “What can I make for her?” 

It still felt so strange referring to Glob as her. A good strange, of course. You cupped your hand over his as you hummed out loud, thinking. “A video game?” you suggested finally. “For when she’s a toddler or something. Something simple.” 

Seokjin grinned. “I like that idea. Will you help me?” 

“If you want me too.” 

“I want,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss you. 

The action was soft and slow, the both of you just enjoying the feeling of one another’s touch. A minute or so later, Seokjin pulled away with a little smile. “Out of everyone, I’m glad you like me the most” – another kiss – “because I really like you.” 

You closed your eyes, the hint of tongue against yours igniting your body, and you wrapped your arms around his neck tightly, wanting him as close as humanly possible. You really liked him too. Everything you felt for him, it was intense, and maybe it should have been scary, but it wasn’t. It felt right. It felt impossible to remember a time when you hadn’t been feeling like this. And those feelings would only get stronger. You knew that, and you couldn’t wait. 

Trailing kisses along his jaw and neck, tickling him, he asked what you wanted to do all day. You replied nothing, content here on the sofa, in his arms. Just how it should be. 

Written 2022. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2022

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In a world where vampires coexist with the living, there are many humans looking for a cheap thrill…you’re ashamed to admit you’re curious too, putting to good use a dating app you find…but Min Yoongi is nothing like you imagined a vampire to be…

pairing; min yoongi x reader genre/warnings; (slight) sugar daddy! yoongi, vampire! yoongi, smut, romance, blood mentions, but nothing too crazy words; 14,221

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⤑ 9 months to fall in love 16.

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 7,234

warnings/includes (!) I’m sorry, but we’re back in angstville for this one, be strong, everything will be ok!!!! There’s like 10% fluff, then 90% angst, conflict, they tell Oc’s family and it couldn’t go any worse if they tried tbh, Oc’s dad is not happy to put it lightly, he goes OFF, mentions of parent death, prepare to feel really sorry for Seokjin lmao, but he also gives the dad what for, our man needs a hug, but also Oc deserves one too! 

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Yesterday had been a busy day altogether, because after your appointment with Dr. Choi, you’d visited Yuna and Jimin to share the news, then three (unplanned) hours later, you had to whisk off to meet up with Hoseok, Kang and Jungkook, the latter making reservations for dinner. You’d thought about gathering all your friends together to tell them, but you’d both decided quite resolutely, that you weren’t ready for Yuna and Jungkook to meet just yet. You would save that for the baby shower Yuna kept going on (and on) about. 

You’d texted Namjoon to tell him he’d lost the betting pool, and also Yoongi to let him know he was on the winner’s team, who floated the idea of Globbina for a name – which had made Seokjin laugh a lot when you’d told him, followed by a ‘please, God no.’ You’d also let Yuna’s parents know the news, feeling guilty you’d managed to forget about them when Boyoung’s text had come through politely asking if she could find out. In the general scheme of things, you probably didn’t have that many people to tell, but to you it seemed like hundreds. 

The day after, you both made the drive down to visit Seokjin’s parents again, his brother and Seohyun already there with Taeoh and Jiu, all of them excitedly waiting to find out whether Glob was a girl or boy – well, maybe minus Jiu, who didn’t understand what was going on (but, was successfully warming to you more!) Mikyung teared up as soon as you told her the news and showed her the sonograms. She couldn’t wait to meet her second baby granddaughter. Sangwoo smiled and clasped Seokjin’s shoulder proudly, Seokwon brought him into a hug, just as Seohyun did the same to you, which should have felt awkward, but you were just so happy to share the news, so happy everyone was happy too, you didn’t bat an eyelid. Taeoh squealed and wrapped his arms around the tops of your thighs, happily yelling HI GIRL GLOB COUSIN to your bump, while Jiu looked at him oddly. 

(Deciding to tell him that nickname was the best thing you’d ever done. You were pretty sure it was the funniest thing he’d ever heard.)

“Is your brother silly?” you’d asked her, crouching down as much as you could in an attempt to be eye level. You’d been rewarded with your first smile and a shy chuckle. You’d have this whole mother thing down in no time! 

Then on Monday, it was the office’s turn! Two days later they surprised you with a little party and a cake that said: ‘It’s a girl!’ in stereotypical pink icing, not that you didn’t love and appreciate it – cake was cake, and it was a very delicious cake at that! You were further surprised when you saw Seokjin walking through the door, Namjoon having secretly invited him, and your jaw practically dropped when later you saw him having a friendly conversation with Yoongi by the water cooler. 

The only ones you hadn’t told yet, was your family. The guilt had started to creep in when you’d told Seokjin’s, and had gradually, but surely grown worse as the week went by. They didn’t even know you were pregnant! The cruise had been out of your control, however you couldn’t help but wish you’d told them earlier. It had been a mistake to keep it from them this long. 

Thankfully though, your dad and Yeonja were now home, and you were almost certain that as soon as Yeonja had gotten through the front door – no, maybe sooner than that – she had lunged for the phone, calling you to organise lunch for Saturday. Every time you thought about it you felt a little sick. Of course, as it usually seemed to be, Saturday rolled around way too fast, and you had no other option but to put on your big girl pants (which were actually really stretchy ‘granny pants’ as Yuna called them.) You left to make the hour’s drive at half 11, your stomach twisting in anticipation. It was finally happening. 

Seokjin seemed nervous too, which wasn’t a surprise. He’d been quiet ever since he’d gotten a phone call from Hoseok as you were finishing off your makeup. You hadn’t heard the entire conversation because he’d slipped out of your bedroom to continue it, and when you’d asked him if everything was all right, he’d nodded and smiled. Maybe he’d been confiding in his best friend how anxious he was, not wanting to burden you. To show him you were in this together, you reached over to squeeze his thigh every once in a while, earning you a smile each time. 

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The car journey too, seemed to go too fast. In no time at all Seokjin was pulling into the familiar driveway. 

“This is a really nice house,” Seokjin awed, as you rounded the car to meet him, a bottle of champagne in one of his hands. 

“My dad built it,” you explained, smiling as he continued to gaze up at it, an almost silent woah, slipping past his throat. 

It wasn’t anything elaborate, your father didn’t like anything over the top, but it was a great looking house. You’d been so jealous of it when you were a kid, although you could never work out why. As you got older it all made sense. You wanted to live in a house your father had built. 

Casting his gaze over to you, Seokjin smiled warmly. “Do you think he can build us a home one day?” 

He was joking, you thought, or maybe not, the glint in his eyes almost hopeful, earnest? It made your insides feel all funny, hard to describe the feeling, but you were grinning, your hand finding his free one, laughing quietly. “Ready?” 

“As I’ll ever be.” 

The sound of the door knocker hitting the wood matched the banging of your heart, and you took a slow, deep breath, psyching yourself up. These past few months had been a series of new and nerve-wracking situations, what was one more to add to the pile? 

Yeonja was on the door like a flash, yanking it open, smile wide. “____, honey.” Her eyes were on your face for a second tops, before they flew to your right, taking in the man wrought with discomfort beside you. “This must be Seokjin. Oh my,” — back at you again, a raised eyebrow of approval. You’d told her his name on the phone and she said it now with a practised ease. 

And then, the moment you’d been waiting for. Her gaze dropped, briefly, to your stomach, barely taking it in before she was directing that smile back to Seokjin, and then…then she had to do a double take. “Oh—” she exclaimed, the sound sharp and cutting off abruptly. 

“Surprise,” you sang, internally cringing at yourself. You might as well have added jazz hands. 

“You’re—You’re—” 

You nodded, pretty sure she had guessed you were pregnant by now. The hug she threw your way confirmed it, but it was over surprisingly quick, and she just stared at you in wild disbelief, her hands gripping your shoulders. You offered her a feeble smile, unsure what else to do, or to actually say. 

Yeonja turned her head, looking behind her, then snapped her neck back to you. She repeated. Then hugged you again. When she pulled back you were afraid she might be malfunctioning. “Minsoo!” she suddenly cried in hysteric excitement. “Look!”  

Your stomach twisted. Yeonja was one person, you still had three more to go, your father being one of them. Your stepmom ushered you both inside just as you heard your dad’s footsteps coming into the hallway. You smiled at him sheepishly when he came into view and stopped by the staircase. Instantly, his eyes found your bump. “What’s this?” 

He said it so quietly, so calmly, you needed a moment to collect yourself and remember how to speak. “Surprise,” you sang once again (WHY), weaker this time. You’d expected him not to have much of a reaction, but the instant disappointment you felt made your heart feel as though it weighed a ton.  

“Minsoo,” Yeonja gushed, “isn’t this amazing news?” 

Before he had a chance to respond, or to grunt his response, your brother appeared from the living room, a baseball cap on his head back to front. “What’s going on?” he asked, brows furrowed, and you noticed the game controller in his hand.

“Your sister is expecting,” Yeonja beamed, the back of her fingers pressed to her mouth in a bid to control her excitement. 

Jihoon’s brow only seemed to crinkle more, obviously confused by the word ‘expecting.’ Expecting what? A delivery? Then, he looked at you, really looked at you, his mouth dropping open. “Holy fuck.” He said each syllable emphatically. He tilted his chin, ignoring his mom’s whispered scolding, and shouted up the stairs. “Joo, get the hell down here now!” There was a pause. “JUEUN!” 

Then just as loud: “I’m still getting ready, asshole!” 

Beside you, Seokjin shifted, but you felt strangely stiff, unable to turn to acknowledge him. Yeonja tutted, no doubt embarrassed. You knew Seokjin wouldn’t bat an eyelid at this kind of behaviour, he and Jungkook often acted in the same way and they were in their thirties, not in their late teens. He was probably just feeling uncomfortable because you father hadn’t taken his eyes off you both since he’d appeared. You chose to pretend you hadn’t noticed. 

“You’re gonna wanna see this,” Jihoon shouted back. 

“See what? Is ____ here?” Ten seconds later you heard a door open and just as quickly, your sister was running down the stairs to greet you, smiling as she did so. She noticed almost immediately, stopping on the second to last step. “Oh my god,” she gasped. “You’re pregnant?!” With a squeal, she was launching herself into your arms. 

“Jueun, not too hard. You might hurt her,” Yeonja warned, but it didn’t stop her from joining in. A laugh bubbled from your throat as you wrapped your arms around each of their waists, making the three-way hug work. “Jihoon,” Yeonja beckoned, pulling away. “Congratulate your sister.” 

He reluctantly made his way over, obviously embarrassed, because you guessed showing a little sibling affection was mortifying for an 18-year-old. Still, he gave you a short hug, mumbling, “Congrats, ____.” 

As he stepped back, you realised Jueun had belatedly taken note of Seokjin’s presence, her face a little flushed as she pushed some hair behind her ear and smiled up at him shyly. “Joo, Ji, this is Seokjin,” you introduced, trying to control your amused smile. 

Seokjin raised a hand adorably. “Nice to meet you guys.” He seemed a little overwhelmed, but kept a smile on his face, glancing at your father. “You too, sir.” 

Yikes, probably a little too formal for your father’s liking. Not that he said. Well, not that he responded at all, actually.

Yeonja cleared her throat before it could get anymore awkward, probably picking up on the atmosphere. “Let’s all sit down. Lunch is almost ready and you need to be off your feet as much as possible, ____, standing in the doorway like this.” She shook her head, as if chiding herself. “Jihoon, set the table.” 

“Why me?” he whined. “I was in the middle of a game.” 

“Just do it,” she said forcibly, no room for argument, before beaming over at Seokjin. “Let me take this off you, Seokjin.” She reached for the champagne, pausing to read the label. “Oh, how lovely. Thank you. Very fancy,” she giggled. Giggled. 

Of course. You should have known Seokjin could win her over with only his face. 

“Jueun, go help your brother,” she directed at your sister, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to lead you inside the front room – the room that was reserved for guests. “I have so many questions.” 

“I want to hear the answers as well,” Jueun grumbled, looking put out. 

“Well, make it snappy then,” Yeonja suggested primly, before laughing so loudly it pierced your ears. 

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Yeonja kept you talking well into lunch, it was a wonder you managed to eat at all. You filled her and Jueun in on all the little details of your pregnancy so far. How many months you were, that you were having a girl, what symptoms you had been, and were, suffering with. Even Jihoon listened with interest (until the symptoms part, that was.) Your father on the other hand stayed practically silent, sitting to your left at the top of the table. Any words he did say were few and far between, and always (reluctantly) prompted by Yeonja. A little voice in your head told you this was more than just being uninterested. He hadn’t cracked a smile once, his jaw set firmly. He was mad, everyone at the table knew that, but you couldn’t for the life of you understand why. 

“I wanted to tell you sooner,” you were telling Yeonja now, who was sat the opposite end of your dad. “But then I found out you and dad were going on that cruise and telling you on the phone seemed…” You trailed off guiltily, offering an apologetic smile. 

“That’s no problem, darling” Yeonja said with a smile. “How long have you known? Not long?” 

“Um. Actually, we’ve known quite early on,” you said awkwardly, now feeling even guiltier. “We didn’t want to say anything until it was safe, I guess. I didn’t want to jinx anything.” 

“Oh, ____, of course. We understand,” Yeonja replied, even if she did look a little shocked by your revelation. She turned her attention to Seokjin who was beside you. “And your parents, Seokjin, do they know yet?” 

“We told them around a month ago.” 

Yeonja shook her head. “That stupid cruise. I mean, it was a great cruise – We had a great time, didn’t we, honey?” Your dad grunted in response. “But I could have found out the news sooner!” 

“I can’t believe I’m going to be an aunt!” Jueun exploded, seated in front of you, making everyone laugh – sans one person. 

“What is it your parents do?” Yeonja asked Seokjin. 

“They’re retired actually,” he replied, wiping his mouth with his napkin. (A napkin?? Yeonja had really pulled out all the stops.) “Um. I own my own company, so I’m able to help out and provide for them. When they need it, of course,” he added awkwardly. He rarely liked talking about himself or his accomplishments, you’d long realised. 

“Oh. So filial,” Yeonja beamed, looking impressed. “Jihoon, are you taking note?” Jueun snicked beside him. “Are you going to own a company in the future and look after us?” 

Ignoring her, Jihoon asked Seokjin: “What’s the company?” 

“It’s a gaming company. You may have heard of it…Alpaca Gaming Studios?” 

Jihoon’s jaw dropped. “No fucking way!” 

“Language!” Yeonja clipped. 

“Mom, he owns one of the best gaming companies in the world,” Jihoon cried. Swearing was justified. 

“That might be a bit of an over exaggeration,” Seokjin chuckled. 

“This is fu—I mean, this is freaking crazy!” 

“So you’re famous?” Jueun asked, eyes wide. 

Seokjin full on laughed now. “Not quite. The games I helped create, maybe.” 

“They’re next level, dude,” Jihoon gushed. “I’ve been playing your games for years. Ever since I was a kid!” 

“They’re not just my games,” Seokjin stated modestly, but your brother was too far gone in his excitement to hear. 

“I’m googling you right now!”

“Let me seeeee,” Jueun whined, trying to look over his shoulder. 

“Get lost.” Jihoon nudged her away. “Woah. It really is you!” Holding up his phone, Seokjin’s face filled the screen. The same image you’d been met with when you too had googled his name all those months ago. 

“Oh, I should have my glasses…” Yeonja muttered. “Hold it closer, darling.” Yeonja practically leaned over the table. “A headshot! How handsome!” She glanced over at your dad. “Minsoo, are you seeing this? Your daughter’s boyfriend is a CEO.” 

“I see it.” 

Your stomach dropped at your dad’s tone, and you shared a surreptitious look with Jueun, who looked as unsure as you felt. Your dad seemed to have a problem with Seokjin? How and why? Seokjin shifted uncomfortably beside you, picking up on the vibe too, and you felt a twinge of embarrassment. How could your dad act this rude? 

“Jihoon, if you want, I can show you around the AGS building some time?” Seokjin suggested, trying his best to carry on as normal. 

“Foreal, dude?” Jihoon’s eyes were wide. 

Seokjin grinned. “Foreal.” 

“Can I come too?” Jeuen asked. 

“Sure.” 

“You don’t even play video games,” Jihoon shot, pulling a face. 

“I do!” 

“The Sims doesn’t count.” 

“Oh, come on,” Seokjin laughed. “It does. It’s a simulation game, just like BT21.” 

Despite the animosity radiating off your father in waves, it was nice to see Seokjin getting along with your siblings. You caught Yeonja’s eye and smiled. 

“BT21? That’s one of your games?” Jeuen asked. “Maybe I’ll buy it.” 

Seokjin shook his head. “No need to spend your money.” 

“She doesn’t have any money,” Jihoon scoffed. 

Seokjin chuckled. “I mean, I’ll get you a copy.” 

Jeuen beamed over at him. “Thank you, Seokjin.” 

You all managed to finish your meal, but conversation animatedly started back again halfway through dessert. This time however, it seemed your father wanted to join in… 

“Tell me more about your relationship,” Yeonja urged Seokjin. “How did you guys meet? When was it?” 

Jihoon groaned; the topic not nearly as interesting as AGS. 

“Oh,” Seokjin guffawed, put on the spot. He wasn’t the best at this, as you’d already established. Ten seconds of questions from Yeonja and he’d end up spilling all the sordid details. “We met at a bar.” 

“____ is always so secretive,” Yeonja joked. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s been hiding you away for years.”

“Hah, not quite.” 

“How long?” 

You were so surprised to finally hear your dad’s voice unprompted, it didn’t register at first. Seokjin’s eyes were slightly rounded when he met his gaze, swallowing before he replied. “Well…” 

“How long have you been together?” your dad repeated flatly. 

“Minsoo,” Yeonja said, the smile on her face painful looking. 

“I just want to know how long he’s been dating my daughter.” 

Jihoon fidgeted in his seat, sensing the atmosphere immediately. Jueun looked at you, wincing. 

“It’s more than dating, dad,” you said as casually as you could manage. Practically the first words you’d uttered to him all afternoon.  

When his palm hit the table, you jumped. It hadn’t been loud, but it took you by surprise anyway. “Will someone just answer my question, please. How long has it been?” 

Frustrated and growing angry, you knew you needed to at least leak some of the truth. Your father wasn’t like Yeonja, happily blinded by the news of your relationship. He’d already guessed the answer. “A couple of months. Okay?” You hadn’t meant to raise your voice, but you were suddenly feeling defensive. “I got pregnant when we weren’t together. Not that it matters, because now we are and are very happy.” It felt as though you had to justify yourself, and you hated it. It felt forced. 

“Oh, well,” Yeonja started, trying for damage control. “That doesn’t matter at all—”

“I can’t believe this has happened. How could you let this happen, ____?” 

Your father’s words burned shame across your face, your skin prickling. Or maybe it was anger. Red hot anger. He sounded so disappointed in you. 

“Minsoo,” Yeonja warned lowly, no longer smiling. Beside you, Seokjin was stiff. 

“No, Yeonja. I’m sorry for doing this, but do you really expect me to just sit here and listen to all this nonsense?” 

Seokjin cleared his throat, speaking respectfully. “I know it’s a shock but—” 

“I don’t need you to tell me what’s a shock.” 

“Dad!” you cried, incredulous. How dare he speak to Seokjin like that. 

“How, ____?” he demanded again. “How could you have a baby with a stranger?” 

“Seokjin is not a stranger!” you shouted. You looked around the table, your siblings silent and nervous. Yeonja was glowering at your father. “This is ridiculous. I’m nearly thirty years old!” 

“You are still my daughter!” 

“Minsoo, please. This is not the time and place,” Yeonja hissed. 

“Then what is? After she’s had the baby?!” your dad yelled. “After this man has grown bored of her, moved onto the next woman who catches his eye, gets them pregnant too, maybe?!”

Too stunned, too hurt, you didn’t know what to say to that, you could only stare at him open mouthed.

“Minsoo!” 

“That is never going to happen,” Seokjin said beside you, addressing your father’s ridiculous claims. Despite everything, he still spoke diplomatically. “I understand I’m a stranger to you right now, but you have this situation all wrong. I care about ____ and our baby very much.” 

“I have nothing wrong, believe you me. I know your type. You think you can come inside my home and charm my entire family right in front of me? All while I’ve been oblivious to the charming you’ve been doing to my pregnant daughter this whole time. Do you think I’m a joke?” 

You realised then that your eyes were stinging with tears, but you held them back with all your might. 

“That’s enough!” Yeonja yelled, standing up. “Jihoon, Jueun, get upstairs. I need to talk to your father.”

For once, neither put up a fight, standing quickly and leaving the dining room in silence. As you heard them walk upstairs, Yeonja came over to you and put her arm around your shoulders. One hot tear slid down your cheek, and you wiped it away quickly. “Look what you’ve done. This is so embarrassing, Minsoo!” Yeonja cried. “Would it kill you to be happy for her? For them?!” 

“Happy?” he roared. “Happy for what? That some rich, pompous ‘CEO’ has impregnated my daughter?! Oh yeah, I’m over the fucking moon, Yeonja.”

When you sniffed, Seokjin turned to look at your face, realising that you were crying. “Maybe we should talk alone?” he suggested to your father calmly. “You’re upsetting your daughter.” 

Your father’s eyes flashed with anger, before softening briefly when they found yours. He looked down at the table and snarled. “Fine.” 

Before Yeonja could help you up, Seokjin reached over and rubbed your back. “You’re okay.” You tried to let his soothing voice reassure you. “It’s all right, I promise.”  

A few moments later you were sat on the couch with Yeonja, a protective arm still around you as your tears fell silently. “Oh, ____, honey. Don’t cry. It’s all okay.” 

“How is it okay?” Your voice broke at the end of your question. “Dad is so angry.” ‘

She squeezed your shoulder. “Not at you.”

“Being angry at Seokjin doesn’t make it any better,” you sniffed, and just thinking of him made your heart clenched. This was so unfair to him. You wiped your eyes defiantly. “I need to go back in there.” 

“Just leave them for a moment. It’ll be fine.” 

The sick feeling in your gut didn’t tell you the same, but you knew that your father wasn’t an aggressive man. Then again, you’d never seen him this angry before. His reaction was still shocking, you hadn’t processed it. He was usually quiet, even when furious. When you were a child, one stern look from him had you instantly behaving. He had never even raised his voice at you, and even when arguing with your mom, he chose to leave and cool off instead of continuing the verbal confrontation. 

Yeonja brought you into a hug, and you let yourself close your eyes. You could smell her familiar powdery perfume. Ever since you’d known her, twenty-two years, it had always been the same one. It made you feel comforted, even if just for a moment. 

“Your emotions must be all over the place with all the pregnancy hormones,” she murmured. “Mine went haywire with Jihoon and Jueun, your dad didn’t know what to do.” 

It’s not really the same though, you wanted to reply, but stopped yourself. Your emotions had been perfectly fine until you’d shown up here today, but you knew that wasn’t Yeonja’s fault. Right now, she was only trying to make you feel better. To distract you, even. So you just let her. 

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Seokjin took a deep breath, trying to be as discreet as possible. He wasn’t afraid, but he still needed to steel himself. If he was being honest, he’d expected a not so warm welcome from your father, call it intuition, despite how much you’d believed he would be indifferent. Still, he hadn’t imagined such anger. Seokjin couldn’t recall a time he’d been so unfairly judged, couldn’t recall someone being this incensed with him. He had never been in a physical altercation in his life, and while he didn’t actually believe your father would hit him, this day had been full of surprises. So, his default was to diffuse the situation. 

“I understand why you’re so angry, I would be too if I was in your shoes.” 

It wasn’t exactly the news every dad wanted to hear, was it? Their daughter pregnant by a man they hardly knew at the time. By a stranger. He’d said so himself. How could you have a baby with a stranger? You’d long stopped feeling like strangers, but at the time, it was the truth. Seokjin tried to envision the same thing happening to him in the future. His daughter, all grown up, telling him an identical story. Minsoo’s reaction wasn’t unjustified. He too, would be furious. 

Minsoo stayed silent, regarding him stonily from the other side of the table, so Seokjin continued uneasily. It was up to him to sort this out, to make your father see he had nothing to worry about. “I get it, I really do, but… What can I do to make you see it’s not like that at all?” 

In all honesty, he wasn’t so confident this approach would work, according to Minsoo, he was a master manipulator… 

“Nothing,” he replied gruffly, and Seokjin let out a frustrated breath. That was it? This man wasn’t going to give him a single chance to change his mind? 

“Then that’s a shame, because I plan on being in your daughter’s life for a very long time,” Seokjin said as effortlessly as he could manage. It didn’t matter if Minsoo didn’t like him, didn’t want to accept him. Yet even as Seokjin thought that, he felt uncomfortable. Seokjin liked being liked. Many a therapy session had made that clear. 

More silence followed, and while Seokjin was sure it wasn’t a good silence, at least your father didn’t seem as heated anymore. Seokjin followed him with his eyes when Minsoo suddenly stood up, making his way over to a wooden mini bar. He reached out for a bottle of whisky, but didn’t open it, only stared down at it. 

“How well do you know ____?” 

Seokjin swallowed, unable to tell if that was a dig at him because he hadn’t known you very long, or if it was a genuine question. Before he could reply, your father continued. 

“When she was six, me and her mother got divorced.” Seokjin nodded, showing he knew this already. Not that Minsoo could see him, his back still turned. “We weren’t together very long before we found out Hyesoo was pregnant, we rushed things, thought it was the right thing to do. It wasn’t.” 

Seokjin’s eyebrows pinched together in realisation. Minsoo was telling him the same would happen to you and him. 

“____ didn’t take it very well. She didn’t take my second marriage very well either,” Minsoo continued. “She never said anything, that’s not her style. But I knew… She wanted to be there for her mom, be on her side. I understood that. I still do.” 

“Her and her mom seemed very close,” Seokjin offered, trying to show how engaged he was in this conversation. 

“They were,” Minsoo nodded, finally turning around. “Like two peas in a pod. ____ even stayed at home for university, just so she didn’t have to leave her. They had a close relationship, but it was also very…dependant.” Minsoo paused, thinking how to continue. 

“I don’t know if ____ sees it like that.” 

“No, she doesn’t,” Minsoo agreed. “____ was all Hyesoo had, and I think that made ____ feel as if Hyesoo had to be all she had too. Or maybe I’ve had it wrong all these years.” He chuckled dryly, shaking his head. “Maybe my own daughter just really can’t stand to be near me too long.” 

Seokjin frowned, he didn’t think that was the case, remembering back to the semi-fond way you’d spoken about your father the morning after you’d finally slept together again. But was it his place to say? Your relationship seemed complicated, both you and your father under false presumptions. 

“My daughter is admirably independent and so emotionally strong. Just like…” Minsoo trailed off, starting again. “But that doesn’t mean she’s not sensitive, it doesn’t mean she doesn’t hurt. After Hyesoo’s death, she wasn’t right for a long time, had to get counselling.” 

Seokjin’s eyebrows lifted in surprise; he hadn’t known that. Although, what happened after your mother’s passing didn’t exactly come up in conversation very much. 

“Even then, she withdrew from me even more. I let it slide because I knew she had her friends, Yuna mostly and her family. She was doing well again, but…” Minsoo stared at him, warning written all over his face. “She doesn’t deserve anymore heartbreak. She’s already had enough of it to last a lifetime. No child should lose a parent that young, but she came out the other side. Always does, because she’s incredible like that.” 

The corner of Seokjin’s mouth lifted, a sad smile. “Have you ever told ____ all those things? I think she would like to hear them.” Everybody craved and enjoyed being praised by a parent, no matter how old they were. 

Minsoo shook his head and turned towards the mini bar again. 

Seokjin opened his mouth hesitantly. He didn’t want to speak for you, but some things needed to be said. “She wasn’t expecting your reaction today.” 

He could tell it had taken you by surprise and upset you greatly. Just seeing you cry had physically hurt him, as it always did, and he knew it had hurt your father too. Your family dynamic wasn’t at all what he’d imagined. It was normal, and loud, and…fun. (Minus the angry father part, but Seokjin knew that was all because of himself.) It was obvious Yeonja adored you and you seemed to have a good relationship with your siblings. Maybe you weren’t so close with Jihoon, but with Jueun, he’d felt that sisterly bond, noticed your shared glances, doing that telepathy thing you and Yuna did, the kind he wanted with you. It didn’t matter if you didn’t see them all that often, they loved you all the same, and you loved them too, and it was so glaringly obvious now, that Minsoo loved and cared about you deeply. He showed it in the wrong way, anger never got a person anywhere, but Seokjin could see it. He wanted you to see it too… 

When Minsoo didn’t reply, Seokjin tried again. “She was so certain you’d be unbothered by the news.” Seokjin didn’t want to overstep, but he thought you were under that impression because your father showed no active interest in your life. 

Minsoo whirled around incredulously. “Unbothered?!” He was angry again. “Why would I ever accept this? I’m not my wife who romanticises everything! This wasn’t how I wanted things for her.” 

Seokjin looked down at the table, the sight of dessert making him feel sick. He’d been doing so well, getting somewhere possibly, and now he was back at square one. 

“I don’t want to watch a repeat of everything that went wrong with me and her mother.” 

Seokjin’s eyes flew up, just like the anger that suddenly collected in his chest. “I’m not going to hurt her.” 

“How do I know that?” 

‘She knows that.” That was all that mattered. He had to keep reminding himself. 

“Why does she think she knows that?” Minsoo countered. “What did you promise her? All that money… You think you can just buy her affections? Fuck, I thought she was smarter than that.” 

Seokjin tried to get a hold of himself. It would do him no favours if he started raising his voice too, but he hated hearing what your dad was saying. You were smart. Getting pregnant didn’t erase that. He took a deep breath. 

“I don’t think that at all. I don’t need to buy anything, and ____ would never let me.” He chuckled humourlessly. “How well do you think you know your daughter?” The question rushed from his mouth before he could stop it, but he didn’t feel regret. Instead, anger spurred him on. “Five months. That’s how long I’ve known her, and in that time, I’ve never once seen you call her, text her, anything.” 

All the fight seemed to zap right out of Minsoo, shoulders hunching. When he spoke, he sounded embarrassed. “We don’t have that kind of relationship. We don’t do talking on the phone, messaging… I can just about use a phone.” 

His excuses made Seokjin’s nostrils flare. “All ____ wants is a family. Me, her and our daughter. I want that just as much.” If not more, at one point, Seokjin thought privately. He had hoped for this, wished, for this outcome. How dare this man assume otherwise. “Maybe if you had done more, you’d know that all already.” 

Seokjin was playing with fire, he knew that, but he was glad he’d said it. It was how he felt, how he’d silently perceived the situation for weeks now. How were you supposed to know how your father really felt when he never told you a thing? Yes, maybe you had always been distant, taking your mother’s side, but you had been a child. You were his child. He was the adult. He should have made more of an effort, instead of letting his daughter think he didn’t care about her life all that much. He would say this too, if he had bigger balls. 

Big balls have nothing to do with it, he heard Jungkook’s voice say, but it did little to lighten the mood. 

Minsoo narrowed his eyes accusingly. “Who are you to tell me what I should have done? Are you an expert on our life? You’ve known her five minutes, not thirty years.” 

“I may have only known her for a short amount of time, but it doesn’t feel like that. We, she—we talk to each other a lot. I know things. We’ve really gotten to know one another.” You opened up to him. It had taken a while, but you trusted him now. “It’s been intense,” Seokjin continued, less defensive now, “with the pregnancy, but it’s made it better, it’s worked out. It’s continuing to work out.” He held Minsoo’s gaze, expression severe. “I care about your daughter a lot—more than a lot. She’s strong, so clever, admirable. I don’t…maybe I don’t deserve her, she’s amazing, but I want to try, I want this. So maybe it doesn’t matter if you don’t accept us.” 

If you don’t accept me, he thought. 

He didn’t need it, he tried to remind himself. He was thirty-four years old, and he didn’t need everyone to like him. He didn’t need to be accepted by everyone. Other people’s acknowledgement wasn’t everything. But it was hard to believe when the one person he needed that approval from was unwilling to give it. This was your father. However, because of that fact, he wasn’t going to let Minsoo see how much being liked by him mattered. It would do him no good to come across as desperate. He’d said his piece, and he’d lick his wounds when he was alone. 

He'd have plenty of time to be alone next week, he remembered glumly, his phone call with Hoseok this morning yet another issue in now a sea of many… 

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The car ride home was made in silence. You leaned your head against the window and closed your eyes almost immediately, but you weren’t really asleep, just mentally exhausted. Seokjin only concentrated on the road, his jaw set tight and visibly tense. 

After Seokjin reappeared, Yeonja had apologised profusely. He’d assured her it was fine and wasn’t her fault, but he seemed subdued, and wouldn’t look you in the eyes properly when you told him you wanted to leave. He was upset, and that just made this entire situation worse and hurt you even more. Yeonja tried to persuade you to stay and talk to your dad, but you refused. He hadn’t even left the dining room, which told you all you needed to know. Telling Yeonja there was no need for her to call you tonight because you didn’t feel like talking, you asked her to say goodbye to Jueun and Jihoon for you. You couldn’t face doing it in person right now. 

When you finally arrived outside your house, you tugged the door handle, unsure what you would do when you got inside, but needing it all the same. You needed the comfort of your own home, the familiar smell, the furniture that had always been there. You realised then that Seokjin hadn’t moved at all, even though he’d switched the engine off. You turned to look at him quizzically. 

“Hey, I think I might head back to my apartment.” His voice was hoarse, not having spoken for over an hour. 

“Oh,” you managed. Rejection hit you, but you tried really hard to ignore it. You forced yourself to smile reassuringly. “That’s okay.” Seokjin didn’t respond. “Listen Seokjin, I am so sorry about what happened.” 

He finally looked over at you, disbelief on his face. “It’s not your fault.” 

It felt like it was. “I was the one who told you he wouldn’t care. I thought it would be fine.” 

“Why did you think that, ____?” he asked softly. “Because you don’t realise how much your father loves you?” 

Frowning, you didn’t understand what he was getting at. “What?” For some incomprehensible reason, your first instinct was anger. “I know my dad loves me, Seokjin. He’s just—I thought he’d be okay with it.” 

You thought he’d be happy with the news, in his own roundabout way. How wrong you were… That’s why you were so upset. His reaction had been the complete opposite of what you’d imagined. Indifference was so much better than rage. 

Seokjin said nothing, so you asked: “What did he say? When you were alone?” 

Seokjin bowed his head and shook it slowly, both hands gripping the wheel. He was reluctant to tell you, and all you could do was worry about all the things that had been said. 

“I think maybe he should be the one to tell you,” Seokjin said finally, glancing at you. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

You didn’t want to take your frustration out on Seokjin, but he was the one you trusted, the one you felt comfortable with, like you could share anything with him. So why couldn’t he tell you what had happened when he and your father were alone? Unless… 

Maybe Seokjin was too hurt and embarrassed to repeat their conversation. You reached over, a reassuring hand on his knee. “I don’t care what my dad thinks. You understand that, right?” you told him gently. 

Seokjin stared down at your hand, looking visibly exhausted. “I’m just feeling very overwhelmed right now. I need to be alone, to sort through everything.” 

You tried not to feel hurt by what he was telling you, you tried to understand, but right now he wanted to be on his own, and you didn’t. You had become used to being your own support over the years, but Seokjin by your side had helped reinforce you. You wanted to be with him, so it was painful to know he didn’t want your support right now. 

“Will I see you tomorrow?” you asked. 

You watched him shake his head, your mouth parting in shock, and you removed your hand from his knee. “I mean,” he rushed, noticing and sounding remorseful. “I mean, shit, that phone call I had with Hoseok this morning? I need to leave for Japan tomorrow afternoon.” 

“What?” Surely he was playing a joke on you. 

He closed his eyes. “There’s a gaming convention next week. I was due to appear by video, but there was a change of plan this morning. They need me there.” 

“You’re leaving for an entire week?” you asked in disbelief. 

“I was going to tell you as soon as we got back. I didn’t want to ruin today…” 

You both lapsed into silence hearing the irony of that now. 

“So you’re just going to leave,” you whispered after a few moments. “Without talking about this? Jump on a plane tomorrow, and then what?” 

You’d act as if nothing had happened when he got back? Or worse, what if your father’s behaviour scared him off? As soon as you thought that, you shook it away. You were being ridiculous. That would never happen. 

“I’m sorry,” he apologised. “I’ll message you every day, check in. I don’t know how often I’ll be able to phone, but I’ll try to—,” 

“It’s fine,” you interrupted, trying to be understanding. “Messaging is enough if you’re very busy—Well, of course you’ll be very busy.” 

He nodded, not meeting your eyes, and you were suddenly overcome with a feeling of hopelessness. You were usually the closed off one, not Seokjin. Seeing him like this was disconcerting. You felt sick with unease. How had this day turned out so terrible? Yeonja had been happy for you, your brother and sister had been happy for you. Everyone you knew was happy for you. So why couldn’t your own father be? 

“Seokjin, talk to me,” you pleaded, trying once again and taking one of his hands. “I don’t care what my dad thinks,” you repeated slowly. 

“But I do,” he said with a resigned sigh. 

You wanted to tell him he didn’t have to. You wanted to feel frustrated, but you couldn’t, because if things had been the opposite way around, his family not accepting you, you would have felt the same way too. Those few scary moments when his mom had found out, they were nothing compared to your dad’s reaction today. 

“I’ll see you in a week then?” You wanted it to be an assertion, but it came out more like a question. Seokjin nodded. “Message me before your flight takes off?” 

“I will,” he replied, managing a small smile. 

You hesitated, wanting to reach over and hug him more than anything, but you settled on a quick kiss to his cheek and slowly got out of the car. You hadn’t missed the way he’d sadly closed his eyes as he felt your lips on his skin, as though attempting to savour the feeling. 

Your legs felt wobbly as you walked to your door. 

Written 2022. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2022

[floralseokjin]

⤑ 9 months to fall in love 15.

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 6,912

warnings/includes (!) prenatal appointments, the appearance of a really cute niece and nephew, minor descriptions of sex, Seokjin’s inner wolf makes an appearance lmfao, Oc officially starts showing, Yoongi appears! Glob’s sex is revealed!!! (the poll results were correct! well done!) 

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*inspired by the manhwa ‘Positively Yours.’

note; this is your warning: angst is imminent… 😬 but please enjoy this chapter tyyy! 

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A couple of days later, you had your 16-week prenatal appointment. After the routine check-up, you got to listen to Glob’s heartbeat and see them on the screen again. You’d requested an ultrasound beforehand, wanting to document Glob’s development every step of the way. You couldn’t wait to go home and compare this sonogram with the 9-week and 12-week ones. It was obvious they had grown a lot (the size of an avocado now! Dr. Choi had informed you), and you could make out their adorable little facial features. Seokjin was convinced they looked like you, but you thought the opposite of course. 

This was actually a pretty big week for Glob. They would begin to hear your voice, their bones and muscles were taking shape, they were growing hair and toenails, their liver and pancreas were starting to work, their legs developing, and their tastebuds were busy forming too! Sooner or later, you would start to experience movement, called ‘quickening,’ which would probably feel more like flutters at first, or tiny pulses. You might even mistake it for gas, but over time you would be able to pinpoint and become familiar with baby’s movements. Plus, as the weeks went by, they would get stronger. It was still a while to go before you would be able to visibly see Glob moving, but the thought excited you greatly – Seokjin, too. 

When Dr. Choi asked how you’d been feeling lately, your reply was ‘pretty great,’ which was an understatement, to be quite honest, all down to recent events. But pregnancy wise? You hadn’t thrown up in weeks and had stopped feeling nauseous altogether. You were feeling more energetic (recent events also proved that…), and your skin was looking pretty fricking good, the best it had since you were a baby yourself, probably. As if Yuna’s words at that restaurant all those weeks ago had been a bad omen, you had recently started to suffer with a tiny bit of constipation, but Dr. Choi advised you to eat high fibre foods and to keep drinking lots of water, especially with the summer weather approaching. You might also start experiencing some mild backache, especially because you sat at a desk for work all day. She gave you a pamphlet on low impact exercises you could start doing and suggested a support pillow for your office chair. You appreciated how helpful and kind she was, and you couldn’t really blame her for admiring Seokjin whatever chance she had, even if she did think she was being discreet about it. He was breathtakingly gorgeous, after all. It didn’t stop you secretly thinking to yourself ‘HAH I had sex with him last night’ though, and you came to the conclusion that it wasn’t your hormones at all, you were just childish… 

Before you left, you scheduled your mid-pregnancy ultrasound, the next big appointment, and the one that would reveal the sex of the baby if you wanted it to. You were both still undecided but had plenty of time to make your minds up.

That evening, Seokjin had plans with Namjoon. It made you really happy to think a potential friendship could be blossoming between the two of them, but the idea of spending the night without Seokjin didn’t fill you with the same feeling. Though, it was probably best to take some space every once in a while, things had definitely ramped up this past week, and you didn’t want to ruin anything. Yes, you were already having a baby together, but you didn’t want to rush your relationship, as ridiculous as that sounded. This was new for both of you, so you needed to be sensible about it. However, it didn’t stop you from wondering how you were ever going to fall asleep tonight without his warm and firm arms around you…

At least you could use the time to phone Yeonja and invite yourself (and a plus one – or two with Glob) around for lunch this weekend. You were still on a high from telling Seokjin and Yuna’s families, their acceptance and excitement giving you some much needed confidence, but that didn’t stop the nerves you felt as you picked up your phone and scrolled through your contacts. In the end though, there was no need, because you couldn’t get a word in edgeways when she picked up the call immediately. 

“Oh ____ darling, I was going to call you tonight! What a coincidence! I hope you’ve been well. Listen, me and your father have some news…” 

You listened in horror and disappointment as she proceeded to tell you about a month-long cruise they’d booked last minute, and would be departing for very early come Saturday morning. All your plans went out the window, and you cupped your stomach as she waffled on, telling you that your siblings were more than trusted enough to be in charge of the house, but if anything happened, she’d told them they could contact you, if that was all right. Of course, you’d replied, feeling a mild pang of guilt when you tried to remember the last time you’d actually spoke to Jueun and Jihoon. You’d been so caught up in your own life you’d totally forgotten about theirs. You hoped Yeonja and your dad a fun and safe trip before saying your goodbyes, but then suddenly, you felt yourself panic. 

“Yeonja—” you blurted, before she had a chance to hang up. 

“Yes, honey?” 

You hesitated, unsure how much you wanted to say on the phone. You couldn’t leave it another month, could you? You’d be showing by then, but telling her the news on the phone seemed so impersonal, not to mention you wanted your father to find out at the same time. Just imagining that loudspeaker phone call made you want to fall through the floor. 

“When you and dad get back, can I come around for lunch?” you settled on. 

“Of course. You know you’re always welcome. We haven’t seen you in weeks.” 

“I know,” you sighed guiltily. “I’m sorry. I’ve been…busy.” It was true to an extent, but you’d also been avoiding them as much as possible too. You took a breath, psyching yourself up. “Can I bring someone?” 

“Mm?” You’d lost her. 

“For lunch,” you explained. “When you get back. I really want to introduce you to someone.” 

You were met with shocked silence. Then, quietly, hopefully, Yeonja asked: “Someone as in… a boyfriend?” 

“Yes.” 

“____,” she gasped. “A boyfriend?! No wonder you’ve been so busy! Tell me everything immediately!” 

“Not now,” you couldn’t help but laugh. She sounded giddy. “When you get back you can learn all about him. Personally.”

She whined. Actually whined. “Do you think your dad would mind if I cancel the cruise?” 

“Yes! He would!” you laughed again, nodding your head. “I’ll see you in a month, okay?” 

“Yes, okay,” she relented with a sigh. “Bye ____. I can’t wait to let your father know!” 

You didn’t think he’d share the same level of enthusiasm, but you didn’t point that out. “Bye, Yeonja. Enjoy!” 

“We will. Oh, and ____?” 

“Yes?”

Her voice was gentle this time, and you could hear her obvious smile in her voice. “I’m so happy for you.” 

“Thank you,” you responded with a smile of your own. 

You’d fooled yourself into thinking her happiness and excitement would be grating, especially because you settling down with someone had been something she’d been going on and on about for years, but in actuality, it was a nice feeling. To have someone be happy for you, excited for you, it felt good, and even though you were disappointed you couldn’t tell her or your father the most important part of the news, this would be enough for now. There wasn’t really much else you could do. 

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Just as you were getting ready for bed, you got a call from a ‘merry’ Seokjin. (He was very insistent on the merry part.) If he got into the Uber right now, was he allowed to give them your address? All your internal talk about sensibility went out the window, you wanted to see him and he obviously wanted to see you too… When you opened the door to him twenty minutes later, you were met with a wonky smile, his face flush with alcohol, but he wasn’t drunk he assured you again, just ‘merry.’ He did apologise though, this seemed to be becoming a habit, but he hoped this time you’d let him share your bed – and your shower if that was possible. He wasn’t long, dressed in a set of pyjamas he’d left at your place already and his breath minty fresh courtesy of the extra toothbrush now sat in the holder. You liked having his things in your house, the same as you liked having your things in his… 

He got into bed and sidled up close to you, pressing his face into the crook of your neck and hooking his arms under your waist to hug you to his body. He hummed in satisfaction, one of his legs between yours, and placed a kiss to your shoulder. 

“Did you have fun tonight?” you asked, wrapping your arms around him, liking that his damp hair smelled like your ginger shampoo. He hummed again. “Did you talk about me?” 

“Of course.” 

You smiled, the way his lips moved as he spoke tickling, but you didn’t press him. After a short while, you heard his breathing start to even out, puffing against your shoulder, presuming he was falling asleep, and wondering how awkward that was going to be for you considering he was wrapped around you like a monkey.

“I told myself I should stay away tonight.” The unexpected sound of his voice made you jerk in surprise, and you waited for him to continue. “I don’t want to rush anything, but I can’t help it,” he admitted with a whisper. 

Your fingers played with the ends of his hair.  “I was thinking the same… I’m glad you called. I missed you.” 

“I missed you, too,” he replied, giving you another small squeeze. “I mean, you’re already pregnant,” he reasoned. “We skipped alotta steps.” 

“That’s true,” you laughed. Your situation wasn’t exactly the norm, and anyway, if you wanted to see Seokjin every day, why shouldn’t you? You were happy and secure, and you’d been working up to this for weeks now, months. You’d already taken your time, been sensible, made sure everything felt right. You were certain of your feelings, certain of his. Certain of this…relationship. 

“Listen,” you began, thinking you should tell him now instead of waiting until the morning when he was rushing to leave. “I called Yeonja this evening. Before I could get us an invite to lunch, she told me her and dad are going on a month-long cruise…”

Seokjin lifted his head, his hair flattened to his forehead comically. “When?”

“Saturday. 3am.” They had to leave that early to make the drive down. 

“That messes things up a bit. We can’t tell them the news without them there.”

He successfully managed to make you laugh, the sound wheezing out of you, but you still felt guilty, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “I’m sorry.” 

“Hey, it’s not your fault,” he said, stroking your back. 

“But if we’d told them sooner…” 

He shook his head. “We weren’t ready then.” 

Correction: you weren’t ready. 

“It’s only a month.” 

“I’m going to show up at their door 5 months pregnant,” you snorted. 

“Look on the bright side, you’ll have a bump by then.” His grin made you grin, feeling him happily stroke your stomach. He couldn’t wait for you to start showing properly.

You leaned up to kiss him, sandwiching his bottom lip between yours softly. “I told her I wanted to introduce them to someone when they got back. Yeonja was over the moon to find out I have a boyfriend.” 

He tilted his head, giving you a slow smile. “A boyfriend? Is that what I am?” 

“If you want to be,” you whispered, kissing him again. 

He chuckled quietly, rubbing your nose with his. “I think I’m slightly more than that, don’t you think?” 

You didn’t need to respond. He was right, it was obvious. 

That one month passed by in a blur. 

You visited Seokjin’s parents twice more. The first you’d been granted the honour of flipping through three full photo albums of little boy Seokjinie, absolutely in your element, snapping pictures on your phone to show Yuna at a later date. You couldn’t get enough of that cute button nose and those round dark eyes and rosebud lips. Mikyung narrated the story behind every photo, much to Seokjin’s disdain and your delight. Seeing pictures of Seokjin’s parents at the hospital holding a new-born Seokjin in their arms made you feel an indescribable eagerness – and longing – for that moment to happen to you. 

The second time, Seokjin’s brother and wife were there too, their two children in tow, who were literally the most adorable children you’d ever met. Jiu was still very young, not yet two, so she was a little unsure upon meeting you, hiding behind her mom on wobbly feet, tugging at her dress, begging to be picked up. Taeoh on the other hand was boisterous and talkative, curious about the stranger in his grandparents’ home. After lunch, he practically dragged you up the stairs to what he called his and Jiu’s ‘Toy Room,’ showing off each car and doll and piece of Lego with pride and enthusiasm. 

Soon boring himself, he stood next to where you sat on the worn leather couch, Seokjin by your side. He hovered, moving from one foot to the other, his small hand resting on your thigh as he glanced up at you inquisitively. “My mommy says this is my cousin inside there.” There was just above your bellybutton, a chubby finger poking you softly. 

“She’s right,” you laughed just as soft, amused and finding him cute as fuck, his other hand pushing his jet-black hair from his eyes. 

“Is it a boy cousin or a girl cousin?” 

“We don’t know yet. Would you like us to find out?” 

Taeoh nodded enthusiastically, resting is hand on your thigh again. “Yes. ’Cos then I can know if to share my-my cars with them.” He was excited, stuttering slightly as he attempted to get his words out quickly, out of breath and bouncing on his feet. 

“Taeoh, I’m sure your baby cousin can play with your cars regardless—I mean, it doesn’t matter,” – Seokjin corrected himself quickly, understanding a five-year old probably wouldn’t know what the word ‘regardless’ meant – “if they’re a boy or girl. You don’t mind what toys you play with, do you? You play with everything.” 

“I do,” he agreed. “But-but Jiu doesn’t like my cars. She always throws them and tries to break them.” 

“I think that’s just Jiu’s way of playing, buddy,” Seokjin chuckled. “She’s still a baby.” 

“No, she’s not!” he argued loudly, jumping. “She’s nearly THIS many!” He started to brandish two fingers around. 

“That many,” you gasped, curling an arm around his waist when he tripped into your leg. “And how many are you?” 

“Five!” He lifted the rest of his fingers proudly, laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world when Seokjin leaned over to high five him. 

Soon enough, he was gazing up at you with the same sparkling eyes Seokjin – and Seokwon, you’d learned today – had. “Can I tell you something, ____?” In the two hours that he’d grown to know you, your name had become his new favourite word. He also said it with that cute kid voice that made everything sound adorable. 

“Of course, Taeoh.” You smiled when he started to curl a strand of your hair around his finger. Everything he did, he did carefully. 

“My daddy said that babies are made when two people love each other very much.” 

Despite your eyes widening a fraction, not expecting the turn in conversation, you managed to nod your head in agreement. “That’s true.” 

He could learn when he was much, much older, that making babies was often one of the easiest things to do in the world. Just like you had learned the same not even five months ago. 

“But if Jin loves you so much, why-why has it taken this long to meet you?” 

You tried not to snort with laughter, instead turning to your more-than-a-boyfriend boyfriend with a smirk. “Jin?” You’d leave the hard questions for him. You were still in training. 

“Well,” he began, followed by a comically long pause, obviously racking his brains. “That’s because I didn’t want to share ____ with anyone.” 

“Why not?” 

“Because I wanted to keep her all to myself.” 

“Why?” 

“Because I just wanted to.” 

“But why?” 

You couldn’t help it then, bursting out with laughter. This child would make a great interrogator one day, that was for sure. Taeoh blinked up at you, his lips curling up at the edges, making his cheeks puff out, before he started to laugh too. “Do you find me funny, ____?” he asked happily, beaming when you nodded in agreement.

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Much later, after you’d driven back to Seokjin’s apartment and had a late but light dinner, you brought up something that had been niggling in the back of your mind. You’d spend most of the ride home thinking about how you practically had zero experience with children and babies, having spent the ride there, worrying about how you were going to even interact with Seokjin’s niece and nephew. Thankfully, it had all gone well, but you still couldn’t entirely quell your silly doubts. 

Both your parents had been only children, so growing up you’d had no aunts or uncles, no cousins. When your siblings had been born you’d been a teenager, and you hadn’t been around all that much. It felt like an eternity ago now. The last baby you’d held was three years ago when you’d met up with a childhood best friend who’d recently given birth. Come November you’d surely be out of your depth, no? You didn’t know anything about feeding babies and changing their diapers, didn’t know what their cries meant, if they sounded different at all. 

Or maybe all this worrying was redundant. Maybe an immediate maternal instinct would kick in and you’d magically know everything once your baby was in your arms… 

“And you think I’m any better?” Seokjin chuckled once he’d listened to your word-vomit, wrapping his arm around you on the sofa, squeezing your shoulders reassuringly. 

“At least you have some experience,” you grumbled. 

He paused, thinking. “I still think it’s difficult. Like, relating to kids, having conversations with them…” 

“Pfft.” That was hard to believe, he always acted like a big kid when he was with Hoseok and Jungkook. You’d seen it in action multiple times by now.  

“Come on, if Taeoh had asked me how babies were made? God knows what I would have said.” 

You laughed, remembering back to Taeoh’s incessant questioning. “You handled his grilling very well.” Seokjin’s hum was neither agreeing nor disagreeing, making you smile. “It was nice seeing Uncle Jin in action today. They both love you.” 

The quirk of his mouth made a singular dimple appear. “Well, of course, it’s hard not to.” 

“I think someone’s very full of themselves,” you snorted, resting your temple on his shoulder. 

His returning laughter vibrated through you, but then he kissed the top of your head. “Don’t be nervous, angel. Glob will be different. When they’re born, it’ll just be easy. You’re going to be a great mother.” 

His sudden words made you feel choked up, your throat slightly painful, so you said nothing in reply, not trusting yourself to. After a moment, sensing the mood, so attune to your emotions, he joked: “Taeoh absolutely loved you. Did you see him? Couldn’t stop touching you. I’m gonna have to keep my eye on him. A little Mr. Steal Your Girl in the making.” 

The moment lightened; a laugh bubbled out of you. “Has he been taking lessons off Jungkook?” 

“Hey! Is there something you want to tell me?” 

Laughing harder, you lifted your head. When Seokjin kissed you, you closed your eyes and really let yourself feel it, feel him. Three days ago, you’d given him a key to your house for no other reason that it just felt like the next thing to do, the right thing to do. He’d used it for the first time yesterday, exclaiming loudly as he came through the door ‘Honey, I’m home,’ making you laugh like a hyena. You did that a lot around him. Laugh. You teased that he wasn’t even that funny, and you were probably laughing at him most of the time, but he didn’t care about the reason, he told you, he just liked hearing the sound of your happiness. 

“You too,” you smiled when he broke away, your words only confusing him. “You too,” you repeated gently, “you’re going to be a great father.” 

That took him by surprise, his face flushing briefly before he shook his head and groaned. “Don’t jinx it.” 

“Seriously,” you maintained. “If I wasn’t doing this with you, I’d have lost my mind months ago” 

You’d lucked out. Majorly. Any other man would have probably left you at that hospital and never looked back. 

When Seokjin smiled, you kissed the corner of his mouth. “Thank you.” 

“You don’t have to thank me, ____. I’m not doing this out of duty or pity.” 

“No, I mean, thank you for breaking that condom and coming inside of me.” 

Seokjin’s laughter was loud and unrestrained, delighting you. Just as he liked hearing the sound of your happiness, you liked to hear his too. “It was my pleasure,” he replied. “No seriously, lots and lots of my pleasure…”  

It was your turn to laugh loudly then. 

At around 18 weeks pregnant, your bump seemed to pop overnight. You’d read about it numerous times but hadn’t quite believed it to be true until it happened to you. One minute there was barely a swell, the next people were giving up their seat to you on the subway, confirming that yes, you were now quite noticeably pregnant. It was around that time you first started to feel belly flutters too. At first, you had mistaken it for gas, just like Dr. Choi had said, a feeling like bubbles popping making you think you needed to give chewing on chillies a rest. Although recently, you’d been craving toast, at all hours of the day. (Just two nights ago, Seokjin had found you making it in his kitchen at 4am.) But back to the flutters, the popping soon morphed into what felt like muscle spasms, and after a brief call with Dr. Choi, she confirmed that what you were experiencing was indeed quickening. It was all very exciting, even for Seokjin who couldn’t feel a thing. However, that didn’t stop him from laying his head against your lower stomach whatever chance he got. All he got though, was to hear your stomach digesting your food… 

With the appearance of your bump, Yuna thought it was a good idea to start sending you images and video clips of pregnant people with absolutely mahoosive bumps. The fact skin could stretch that much baffled you, and you felt weak at the knees every time you imagined growing even remotely that big. It didn’t help that Seohyun, Seokjin’s sister-in-law, had let slip about how big Kim babies could get in the womb. You were terrified, and a little irked that Seokjin hadn’t warned you earlier. Seokjin’s brother had been nearly ten pounds being born, while Seokjin had been ‘smaller.’ 8lb 5oz didn’t sound very small to you! 

So, because of Yuna and the Kim family, you’d started moisturising your bump like holy hell. You needed to maintain your skin’s elasticity as much as possible. Stretch marks didn’t upset you, you were no stranger to them already, but actually splitting open did. Scrap that, upsetting you wasn’t the correct word, it was downright haunting you, nightmares in the middle of the night style. Seokjin was a big fan of ‘moisturising time’ as he liked to call it. At first, you’d roped him into helping you rub the cream into your lower back, but now he pretty much did everywhere. 9 out of ten times it ended in sex. Seokjin blamed it on all the touching. Every time he touched your bare skin in practically any capacity at all, he “popped a boner like some horny teenager.” (His eloquent words, not yours.) 

Tonight had been much the same. You’d shared a Ghost moment, but instead of helping you make pottery, Seokjin had rubbed moisturiser into your stomach from behind, all while his very erect penis had pressed against your lower back… In general, Seokjin loved to touch and hold your belly during sex, even more so now that you were showing. His favourite way to have you was either from behind or spooning, he had the best grip that way. Tonight it was the latter. Pumping into you steadily, his ragged breath in your ear, his palm on your stomach, firm and warm, stroking up, then down, repeating. You couldn’t lie, when he touched you like this it felt so intimate. 

You moaned, twisting so you could kiss him, your mouth knocking against his chin before he righted it, matching your moan when your fingers twisted through his thick hair. “I’m close,” he admitted, voice tight. Slowly, his hand travelled down between your legs and he caught your clit between his knuckles, rubbing it with the pad of his thumb. You jerked, the pleasure acute and intense, your walls clenching around him. His grunt as he started to spill inside you encouraged your own orgasm, clit pulsing along with his motions, before his hand found its way against your stomach again, holding you against his chest as you both came to and caught your breath. 

When you came back after peeing, Seokjin was still in the same position, lifting his arm so you could snuggle back against him, kissing the back of your neck with a happy noise, spooning once again. This was your favourite place to be, in his humungous bed, sharing his body warmth, the smell of his skin, the feel of his hair tickling your face. 

“Does the fact you got me pregnant turn you on?” Your question was random and loud, taking him by surprise. 

“What?” It amused you greatly to know his first reaction was to deny it. You said nothing in response, waiting for him. Finally, he relented, mumbling into your shoulder. “I-I don’t know…Yes…?” 

“Why are you embarrassed?” you laughed. “Tell me what’s hot about it.” You grabbed his hand, placed it over your stomach again, relishing in the warmth. “Come on, I’m curious.” 

Seokjin lifted up on his elbow, looking down at you in mild confusion, but he knew you well enough now to know that you wouldn’t be letting this go. “Well…” he began, running his palm up a little, resting it just under your breasts. He rubbed his jaw against your cheek, his weekend stubble feeling good. (But it would feel even better against your thighs…) “Other than the fact I find you absolutely gorgeous like this…” 

You grinned, distracted enough to not notice at first that he’d trailed off and gotten embarrassed again. “And…?” you prompted, eager for more.  

He settled back down, groaning against your neck. “I don’t know, it’s just—I did that. I got you pregnant.” You waited for more patiently. “I never thought it was something I’d be into. Well, I didn’t give it much thought before, didn’t need to…but…” His hand moved to your stomach again, fingertips pressing in slightly. “You’re carrying my baby inside of you.” 

The way he said it sent a shiver up your spine, your nipples hardening. You opened your mouth, which was now dry, to say something, anything, but he wasn’t done. 

“I think about it every time I come.” 

His voice was deep, husky, and you felt your stomach swoop, suddenly hot all over. 

“I sound creepy as fuck,” he groaned again, hiding his face against your shoulder, 

“Not creepy,” you insisted with a small laugh. You were turned on all over again. 

“Really?” He sounded doubtful. 

“No. Just…alpha?” 

You couldn’t think of a better word, suddenly reminded of all those cringy alpha male books you’d come across over the years. However, call you biased, you didn’t care, hearing Seokjin say those kind of things was hot. If it was someone called Landon from Her Alpha King, or something equally as cliché, you would have been gagging. 

“Alpha?” He asked all confused. “Like…wolves?” 

“I guess,” you laughed. “You sound like some alpha male.”

“That doesn’t sound like me at all.” 

“No,” you agreed. “You’re too soft and sweet.” 

“I’m not soft!” 

“You are right now,” you teased, reaching behind you to cup his flaccid dick, squeezing gently. 

He nudged his hips, voice low in your ear. “Give it a minute.” 

“Again?!” 

“Yes. This wolf can go all night, baby!” 

He had you on your back and was on top of you in an instant, growling and snapping at your neck, and you shrieked loudly, absolutely mortified, but finding it hilarious all the same.  

“Oh shit, sorry!” 

At the sound of Yoongi’s voice, you and Seokjin broke apart, both feeling a little awkward at having been caught. Although, what did you expect, kissing outside your work building for all to see? 

“It’s all right,” you managed to say, smiling at Yoongi over Seokjin’s shoulder. 

“Yeah, it’s fine,” Seokjin chuckled, turning slightly to address him too. “I have to go, I’m late already.” 

Seokjin had treated you to lunch, an early celebration because come this time tomorrow, you’d know if you were having a son or daughter! 

 “Surely the boss doesn’t need to worry about his timekeeping,” Yoongi joked, earning him a laugh. 

Seokjin turned back to you as Yoongi walked towards the door, hanging back so you could walk to the office together. “I’ll see you later,” you smiled. 

“Sure. Bye. Bye, Globby.” He bent, lightly brushing his lips against your bump, making you giggle. When he straightened up, his hand running down your side as he did so, he nodded to Yoongi. “Nice seeing you, Yoongi.” 

“You too. See you.” 

You waved Seokjin goodbye before he turned around and started to walk down the street, then turned to walk inside, you and Yoongi both greeting the security guard. You were still feeling a little awkward, but it was probably all in your head. Yoongi seemed unbothered by the interaction, letting you enter the elevator first before he pressed the button for Artkive’s floor. You were all adults after all, and it had been over two months since what happened had happened. Yoongi was doing great now, that much was obvious. (But you’d also gotten some details out of Namjoon discreetly, just to make sure.) There was no need to feel uncomfortable every time you, he and Seokjin were in the same vicinity together. Yoongi obviously didn’t. 

“You seem really happy,” he said unexpectedly, pulling you out of your thoughts. “I’m glad.” 

You looked over, smiling to mask your surprise. “We’re finding out whether Globby is a boy or a girl tomorrow,” you explained. Unsure if he’d meant you looked happy today, or you looked happy in general. You assumed it was the latter, but if you were being honest, you didn’t know if you wanted to have that kind of conversation. 

“That’s tomorrow?” he asked, rolling with it. “Excited?”

You nodded. “I didn’t think I would be actually. Seokjin and I weren’t too fussed, but we’re starting to get curious now. We don’t think we can hold out another twenty weeks.” You were babbling, any chance to talk about your pregnancy, and stopped yourself as soon as you realised. 

Over the past four weeks, you’d gone back and forth with the decision. Taeoh was obviously very eager to know what cousin he would be getting, Seokjin’s mom too, beyond excited to find out if she’d be having a second grandson or second granddaughter. Yuna was also pretty enthusiastic, needing to know for “wedding purposes.” For you and Seokjin, it hadn’t mattered so much. You would be happy either way, loving your child all the same regardless, now and in the future. But, as time went on, you’d started to change your minds on the surprise element. You had halfway to go, and the curiosity might start getting to you both as time went on. There was no harm in finding out whether you’d be having a son or daughter, you’d ultimately decided. In fact, it would make you feel even more excited. You could agree on a name for one, even if the thought of ceasing the nickname Glob made you sad. 

In the past, when Seokjin had imagined his family, he’d told you he’d pictured a daughter first, so his son could have an older sister. When you were a teenager, envisioning your future life, it had been your dream to have one of each too. But then again, wasn’t it everyone’s? Regardless, it was a nice feeling anyway, to imagine having a second child later on down the line, creating a family unit with Seokjin. Sometimes you daydreamed about it during workhours… 

“Neither can the office,” Yoongi laughed, once again tugging you out of your reverie. You stepped out of the elevator together. “I’ve put down twenty on Glob being a girl.” 

You shook your head, laughing. You’d chosen not to partake in the office betting pool when the sheet had been passed around from desk to desk. What’s more, the idea had been Namjoon’s… (He was convinced Glob would be a boy.) 

“Care to share in advance?” Yoongi suggested hopefully, head tilted. “Just so I know if I’ll have to part with my cash come Monday.” 

“I’ll text you,” you agreed, laughing once more as you entered the office. 

“Woah, look at you!” Dr. Choi exclaimed as Seokjin held the door open for you to step inside her office first. 

“Definitely looks pregnant now,” Seokjin laughed happily, an attentive hand on your lower back as you made your way over to sit. 

You thought the white dress you were wearing seemed to emphasise your bump more, and you liked it that way. You’d spent five minutes before you left admiring yourself in the full-length mirror, grinning at your reflection, before snapping a picture and sending it to Yuna with the following emojis: 🤰🤩😍. Her response? Looking like a motherfucking MILF 🔥 Globby’s mom is hot AF 🥵

“How are you finding it?” Dr. Choi asked with a kind smile, placing your maternity records on the desk. 

“Honestly? Really good for the most part. I’ve got some backache, but it’s not terrible at the moment. I’ve started getting heartburn” – you pulled a face – “which isn’t fun, but it’s not too often. Um…” You trailed off, trying to think. Your sex drive was as high as ever right now, but you weren’t exactly going to tell Dr. Choi that, TMI, but also, it was hardly a bad thing. You couldn’t remember a time when you’d had this much sex. You couldn’t keep your hands off one another. 

“Sleeping well?” she prompted. 

“I can’t sleep on my stomach anymore, which isn’t a big deal because I don’t do it very often, but sometimes I wake myself up because I’m shifting into that position in my sleep.”  

“What about fidgeting?” Seokjin asked, surprising you. “____ likes to move around a lot in her sleep.” 

Dr. Choi blinked, her eyebrows lifting, and then laughed. “I don’t know if that’s a symptom of pregnancy, Jin. Maybe just an existing habit.” 

“Definitely,” you agreed with a laugh, feeling oddly happy by Seokjin’s indication. You were a fidgeter, tossing and turning around in your sleep, hogging blankets, kicking shins, while Seokjin seemed to stay in exactly the same position all throughout the night. It had taken you both a little while to adjust to sharing a bed, but you did it so often these days, it was barely an issue. (Especially if you were sleeping in Seokjin’s bed.)

“Sleeping on your side is best from here on in – left, if possible,” Dr. Choi continued. “It’s good for circulation, helps get optimum blood flow to baby. Any vivid or strange dreams lately? That can be quite common now. You’ll notice you remember more.” 

“A few, I guess,” you replied, mentally laughing when you remembered the one you’d had a few nights ago, where you’d given birth to RJ the mascot, whatever that meant. 

Before you got started with the ultrasound, Dr. Choi informed you of a few more things, giving you tips on stretches to prevent leg cramp, and informing that from here on in, your feet might soon start to swell. You should rest them up whenever possible, and Seokjin even joked that he was on hand for foot massages whenever you demanded them. She also gave you a brief rundown of things that Glob had been up to these past couple of weeks. Right now, they were around the size of a banana, probably weighing around 10 ounces, and had learned the sucking reflex. If you were lucky, you might be able to get an image of them sucking their thumb! They had also developed regular sleep/wake cycles and quickening should be becoming more noticeable now. It was! 

When you found yourself on the examination table once again, the light in the room virtually gone so the ultrasound could be seen properly, the nerves started to kick in. This ultrasound was a very big deal, not just because it was the one that would allow you to find out the sex of your baby, but because it would allow you to see every single part of Glob – inside and out. With the anatomy scan, Dr. Choi would be making sure that everything was okay and developing and growing properly. Like this, it was easy to remember how fearful you were of medical settings, but with Seokjin by your side, holding your clammy hand, you told yourself it was all right. 

Dr. Choi started taking measurements and pointing out all the different parts that made up your baby. Because Glob wasn’t fully formed yet, you were able to see all their organs, which made this appointment so vital, and it amazed the two of you so much. You watched the screen in awe. You were able to see their brain hemispheres, their spine, the lenses of their eyes, the chambers of their heart, the kidneys… and their sex organs. Glob was awake and very active, wriggling about, waving their hands, kicking their feet, rolling over, but thankfully, they managed to stay still long enough to determine whether they were a boy or a girl. 

“Ok. Ready?” Dr. Choi asked, smiling over at you both. You took a deep breath, sharing a look with Seokjin before you nodded. Dr. Choi kept smiling and then said: “You’re having a daughter, congratulations.” 

Your head shot back over to Seokjin, the both of you wide-eyed as you stared at one another and made practically soundless gasping noises. “A girl!” he said happily, leaning in to kiss you. You squeezed his hand with both of yours, feeling too overwhelmed to respond. But you could tell you were grinning hard with how your cheeks had started to ache. You looked back at the screen, listening eagerly when Dr. Choi started to explain and point out why she was certain Glob was a girl. 

You were still astonished though, even as she finished up, not quite taking everything she was saying in as she spoke about the biometry and listened to the heartbeat. 

“Everything is well. Baby girl, is doing wonderful. She’s developing perfectly. Everything is okay with you,” Dr. Choi explained reassuringly, and it was at that point, you realised you were crying a little. Your cheeks damp. 

You didn’t really understand why; you would have still been this happy if you’d learned you were having a boy, but it was more so to do with the fact that you now knew your baby – your daughter – was very healthy and developing as she should.

She. 

Everything felt so much more real, which was ludicrous, because it had felt real before now, but it was just the way you felt. You were one step closer to meeting…her. One step closer to becoming a mother. 

Seokjin was just as happy, wrapping his arm around you once you sat up, and as you looked at him, you noticed his tearful eyes. You tilted your chin to place a kiss on his mouth. 

You left the doctor’s office that day with enough images to fill a photo album.  

*Bonus texts with Yoongi*

You can keep your twenty  

Yoongi 6:23pm Really?! Phew, that was my last until payday  Congrats ____ 😁

Thank you :)

Yoongi 6:26pm So which was it? Glob for a boy? Globby for a girl?

Actually it’s the opposite 😅

Yoongi 6:27pm I think Globbina is the better choice 

That’s so pretty… Let’s see if it gets Seokjin’s seal of approval 

Yoongi 6:30pm Fingers crossed 

Written 2022. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2022

[floralseokjin]

⤑ 9 months to fall in love 14.

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 8,513

warnings/includes (!) Seokjin has horny thoughts, some saturday morning  fingering, Yuna’s back!!!!! and Jimin!!! sex, oral (male receiving), girl on top, minor ass slapping and grabbing, Seokjin has a secret tattoo 

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*inspired by the manhwa ‘Positively Yours.’

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Seokjin started to stir, the light from a slit in one pair of the curtains penetrating his eyelids. He had no idea what the time was, but it couldn’t have been too late. His body clock was extremely reliable after years of waking up early. Gradually, as he grew more lucid, the memories of last night started to drift into the forefront of his mind. He smiled sleepily, happily, and turned his head, rolling from his front to his side. You were still sleeping, facing him, the bed covers pulled to your chin, bunched up in your fists, and you had the most adorable crease between your eyebrows, as if you were deep in concentration. He smiled wider, then reached to stroke your hair, pushing some back behind your ear. He rubbed your earlobe softly. It must be impossible to feel this happy, surely? 

You’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms but had parted throughout the night. Just as he was about to wrap his arm around you, wanting you close again, your frown deepened and one of your eyes opened, squinting over at him. “Hey,” you greeted, voice croaky. “How long have you been awake?” You rubbed your face into the pillow, stretching your legs. 

“Not long,” he replied, his own voice husky with sleep. You had stopped moving now, both eyes closed again. He dipped his arm under the covers and clasped your waist. You were still naked, so was he, and your skin was warm and soft. “So, this is what it’s like to wake up next to you,” he murmured, smiling fondly to himself. 

You opened both eyes this time, attempting to glare at him, sleep in the corner of one eye. “Ha ha, very funny.” 

“Thank you.” 

Your hand found his chest, cupping above his heart, and he leaned into kiss you. “No, don’t—my breath.” You jerked your head back, pushing at his chest now. 

He laughed. “I don’t care.” 

“Your breath.” 

“Hey!” he laughed, offended. Met with your neck, he had no other option, pressing kisses against your throat and smiling when you melted against him. 

Your fingertips started brushing along his shoulder blades when he got more enthusiastic, but you sounded mildly distracted when you asked him: “What time is it?” 

“No clue.” He was at your collarbone now, sucking softly, or maybe hard enough to leave a mark. 

“Don’t you have a clock?” You tried to sit up and look around. “Where’s your clock?” 

Using a fraction of his strength, he pressed you to the bed, careful not to squash your stomach. He kissed down your cleavage, humming in satisfaction. You still smelled of his shea shower gel. “This is my new favourite place.” 

“Don’t get too comfortable there. You’ll have to move out soon enough.” 

He popped his head up, a cheeky smile on his face. “I thought you were sharing.” 

Your returning smile was embarrassed, but you still managed to push his shoulder, chastising him for teasing you. With a deep laugh, he kissed your mouth, and you let him, morning breath forgotten. He gazed into your eyes when you eventually broke apart. Yep, being this happy had to be impossible. If he continued to smile like this, he’d pull the muscles in his cheeks. “How are you this morning?” 

“Great!” It seemed as though you couldn’t stop grinning either. 

“Not sore?”

“In the best possible way.” 

Your voice had taken on a suggestive tone, looking up at him from beneath your eyelashes, and he couldn’t help but kiss you again, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip, hinting for access. They swiped together once, twice, and a third time before he pulled away. “I’m feeling great too.” Your hands brushed down his back as he looked over to his bedside table, checking the time on his alarm clock. “It’s half 9.” 

“We need to leave around eleven.” Your fingers were grazing the top of his ass now. “I told Yuna I’d get there early.”  

He made no rush to get out of bed and neither did you. Instead, he reached for your mouth again, your tongues meeting, and he moaned gruffly when he felt you run your fingers through his hair, never getting enough of the sensation. You managed to hook your leg around his hip, and he immediately felt the heat of you against his thigh, soft and slightly damp. The muscle involuntarily flexed and you kissed him harder in return, a soft sigh slipping out from your parted lips. His lower stomach tightened, the blood starting to rush to his cock, trapped between your bodies. Eagerly, one of his hands slid down your back and cupped the curve of your ass, squeezing the soft flesh once before his fingers brushed over your wet folds. When you moaned, he lost all self-control, repositioning his hand between your bodies to slip one finger inside you. Two when he quickly realised you were still open from the night before. Just remembering how tightly you’d clenched around him made him grunt, and he began to trail kisses down your neck, making his way to your left breast. 

You moaned again as he swirled his tongue around your nipple, squeezing his fingers when he grazed the sensitive flesh with his teeth. Dropping your head into the pillow, he watched you; mouth parted, eyebrows scrunched together, eyes closed. You looked beautiful, and the knowledge he was pleasuring you, making you feel good, made him feel lightheaded. He sucked your nipple between his lips, moaning, encouraging you, or maybe wanting to let you know how much he was enjoying himself too. He moved his fingers a little faster, pressing against your inner walls, marvelling at how soft and warm you were – how aroused you were. His fingers squelched with each thrust, soaking them and even running down his hand.

Google might have told him about that… After the dinner with Yuna and Jimin and the talk with you – as well as remembering Jungkook’s stupid comment all those months ago – he’d been unable to help himself, searching ‘second trimester horniness’ hot in the face, as if he was a teenager typing ‘porn’ into an incognito tab, afraid he’d get found out. One day all this googling was going to bite him in the ass. Yet, it had informed that along with an increased libido, pregnant women also saw an increase in vaginal lubrication and had a hypersensitive clitoris. Both things checked out. 

As if to prove his point, he circled his thumb over your clit just once, making you cry out his name, one of your legs jerking out of the covers. His cock jumped at your reaction, and he eagerly continued the figure eight motion, listening to your body and chasing your orgasm. You shuddered as you came, clenching and pulsing around his fingers, even as he slowed down, and his mouth felt dry from how much he desired you. 

“Can’t you just stay here and let me make you cum all day,” he tried to persuade once he’d slipped out of you, his wet fingers running over your bump and between your heaving chest. 

You gave him a lethargic smile. “Tempting, but Yuna will murder me.” 

Your voice trembled with the impact of your orgasm, and God, he wanted to give you another. He hadn’t been overexaggerating, he wanted nothing more than to make you come the entire day. With his fingers, with his mouth, with his dick. With that thought, he tugged his fist over his erection only once, needing to take the edge off. He’d held back for so long, stayed away, but now he was going to be inside you any chance he got, any time you wanted it. 

“I’m sure she won’t,” he tried. “She’ll be over the moon to learn I finally put my dick inside you again.” It was crude, but it made you laugh like he’d wanted. 

“Good point. But I can’t cancel. Yuna’s parents are the sweetest people you’ll ever meet.” 

“Is that an invitation?” When your eyes widened, he rushed to assure you. “I’m kidding!” 

“Next time,” you told him softly. He let you roll him on to his back, wrapping his arms around your middle, still careful not to crush you to him like he wanted to do very much. “I want to introduce you to everyone I know. Which admittedly isn’t very many, but still.”

He grinned excitedly, unable to hide how happy he was with the news. “Your dad next? And Yeonja?” 

You nodded, smiling. “Next weekend. I promise.” 

You didn’t feel tense in his arms, neither did you look worried. He grinned harder. Yes, definitely impossibly happy. “Better go and purchase a new suit.” 

“Please,” you said, pulling a face, “you can’t turn up at my dad’s house in a tux. He’d laugh you straight out the door.” You laughed then, as if you were imagining it, and he laughed along, even though he was the butt of the joke. “He’s more of a jeans and t-shirt kind of guy.” 

It wasn’t often you spoke about your father, especially this naturally and somewhat fondly – maybe orgasms made you open up more. The extent of Seokjin’s knowledge was that he owned his own construction company and lived on the outskirts of the city, and Seokjin wanted to ask more, to keep you talking, but he held back, not wanting to push his luck, or make it seem as if he was interviewing you. 

With a smile, he cupped your ass with both hands. “If you can’t stay here all day, you better go and shower.” He didn’t want to rush you to get ready or worse, make you late. 

You bit down on your lip. “Join me?” 

“Can’t,” he chuckled weakly. “I’ll most definitely try to have sex with you.” 

“But I can’t leave you like this.” You wiggled your hips, his erection still sandwiched between your bodies. 

“Mm. Make it up to me later?” 

“My place?” you suggested enthusiastically. “You can spend the night, ready for tomorrow?”

It was the easiest yes, okay he’d ever said. 

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.

Yuna’s parents – Boyoung and Gwangho – lived about forty minutes away, and you were honestly beyond thankful that Seokjin had offered to drive you as the trains on a Saturday were always a nightmare. At twenty minutes to 12, he pulled in opposite their house and kissed you goodbye. You were this close to telling him to turn the car around and take you back to his gigantic bed where he’d promised never-ending orgasms, but knowing you couldn’t do that, the next urge was to invite him inside and introduce him to Yuna’s parents. You were feeling so ridiculously happy you wanted the world to know. It was probably the multiple orgasms talking, especially that additional one this morning, so you told yourself to take a chill pill. You wanted to tell your dad and Yeonja first, it was only fair. (It was true your entire office already knew before them, but that hadn’t been your fault, so you didn’t let yourself feel guilty about that…) 

Yuna answered the door, still in her pyjamas having spent the night here with Jimin, and she moved to let you in without saying a word. Her hair hadn’t been brushed yet, and her face still looked slightly puffy from sleep. 

“What time did you wake up?” you asked as you stepped inside. 

“Half an hour ago,” she yawned, then suddenly she stood ramrod straight, staring at you. 

You blinked. “What?” 

She proceeded to SNIFF you. Leaning in and being loud about it. 

“What are you doing?!” you demanded, looking at her as if she’d lost her mind. You’d showered before coming here, you didn’t smell! 

She took a step back and narrowed her eyes. “You had sex.” 

“HOW—” you started to exclaim, then remembered you were in her parents’ entryway. You lowered your voice, “How did you know that?” 

She ignored your question with her own impatient one. “What the hell happened since I last saw you?!” 

Well, you’d gotten annoyed at Seokjin for reasons that you had caused, you’d made up, you’d gone on a date, you’d told his mom about your pregnancy, and you’d had sex – twice, orgasmed four times… 

“A lot,” you settled on. 

She stared at you, obviously wanting to drill you on a million and one things but knowing now wasn’t the time. She let out a frustrated sigh. “You have to tell me every. single. thing later on.” 

You nodded, which appeased her, but practically vibrating on the spot, she couldn’t help but ask the most important question. 

“How was it?” 

You caved momentarily, wanting to rave about last night just as much as she wanted to listen. “I think I was this close to having a nipple orgasm.” You gestured with your thumb and forefinger held millimetres apart. 

She gasped. “You lucky bitch!” 

“What’s going on?” 

You looked up at the sound of Jimin’s voice, watching him come down the stairs to the left. 

“They finally fucked!” 

“Yuna,” you hissed, preferring if her parents did not know you had sex last night. 

Jimin stopped beside you both, giving you a feeble looking smile. “That’s great and all, ____, I’m really happy for you, but guys, I’m freaking the fuck out here.” His voice had started to go all high-pitched and unstable. 

Yuna addressed your bemused look. “He doesn’t know if he can keep Glob a secret.” 

You turned your attention onto Jimin again, who was noticeably grimacing and damp at the forehead. Like this, it was hard to believe he was a lawyer. Did he sweat this much when defending his clients? 

 “You see Yuna’s parents all the time!” you pointed out, in disbelief. 

“But not with you there too!” 

“Babe, I already told you. It’s not as if my mom is going to ask you if ____ is pregnant. Therefore, the topic will never come up in conversation.” 

Jimin nodded. “You’re right.” Then nodded again, psyching himself up. “You’re right.” 

Now he was making you nervous. You turned ninety degrees, gesticulating to your stomach. “What about my dress? Seokjin said you can’t notice, but I don’t know.” 

“Please,” Yuna scoffed, “you barely have a bump!”

Offended, you opened your mouth to chew her out, but Boyoung’s excited squeal interrupted you as she hurriedly made her way over from the direction of the kitchen, greeting you with a hug (of which you were used to – she loved physical affection just as much as her daughter) before ordering said daughter to take a shower. 

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Lunch went by smoothly and enjoyably. Even though you had seen Boyoung every Saturday for six consecutive weeks when Yuna had been looking for her dream wedding dress, you hadn’t visited her and Gwangho for quite a while. At one point five to four years ago, you had lunch with them almost every weekend, even spending the night – you and Yuna sharing her bed as if it was one of those weekend sleepovers everyone had as children. You looked back on those times fondly, because even though those first couple of years after your mom’s passing were rough, you were never truly lonely. Yuna’s parents had always made you feel welcomed and loved, and it was easier being around them than it was being around your dad and Yeonja at the time. It wasn’t as if they didn’t make an effort, Yeonja especially (you got your emotional stuntedness from your father FYI), but being around them during that time, and Jihoon and Jueun (your halfsiblings), hadn’t been much help. Watching them interact with one another, their dynamics and bond so alien to you, it only made you feel like an outsider. It had been a lot easier to watch Yuna’s family interact for some reason, so you’d grown quite close to both Boyoung and Gwangho. 

During a brief break before dessert, conversation turned to you. Yuna had done the majority of the talking before now, her wedding taking centre stage, while Jimin sat opposite her still looking as if he was seconds away from being interrogated by his mother-in-law. 

“So, anything new with you?” Gwangho asked you, smiling warmly. You really liked Yuna’s dad. He was always smiling, always laughing, and his love for his wife was still very apparent even after 30 years of marriage. 

“Um,” you blurted, taken off guard momentarily. You looked between him and Boyoung, who was now watching you expectantly. Usually not much happened in your life unless it was to do with work, so they were used to a short answer, you turning the conversation on them shortly after, but this time it felt wrong to just ignore everything that had been happening lately, and what’s more, you found that you wanted to talk about it. The urge was undeniable. You wanted to tell them about Seokjin, you wanted to talk about Seokjin. 

“I’ve started dating someone actually,” you heard yourself say. In your peripheral you saw Yuna jerk her head to stare at you. You coughed, clearing your throat. “Well, it’s more than that.” 

Beside her husband, Boyoung gasped happily. “Really? That’s such lovely news. Isn’t it so lovely, Gwang?” 

He nodded, smiling again. “It’s great news. Congrats, ____.” 

“Who is he? If it’s a he?” You nodded in response, Boyoung steamrolling ahead. “What’s his name? How old is he? What does he do for a living?” 

“Mom, calm down.” 

With an awkward chuckle, you answered. “Um. He’s called Seokjin, he’s 34. Owns his own company. They make videogames.” 

 “He’s so rich, mommy,” Yuna felt the need to add. 

“Yuna,” she scolded, “money isn’t everything.” But with a glance your way, she gave you a knowing smile. “But well done, you. How rich are we talking?” 

You burst out laughing and shook your head. “Boyoung, you’re terrible. But I don’t know exactly, it’s never really come up in conversation.” 

“Google exists for a reason. Look it up. I already did.” 

You ignored your best friend. You were not looking up Seokjin’s net worth. 

Rolling her eyes at her daughter, Boyoung asked you: “Where did you meet him? Seokjin is such a lovely name.” 

“Is everything lovely, honey?” Gwangho joked. 

“We met at a bar a few months back.” You swallowed, then felt the need to add: “It was too early to say anything before, but now we’re pretty serious…” 

“Do you have pictures?” she all but squealed. 

“Well…not many,” you replied, suddenly realising that fact and disliking it. “I can show you his Instagram though?” 

Boyoung nodded enthusiastically, fidgeting in her chair as you got up and retrieved your phone from your purse in the hallway. You got up his page and passed her the phone to scroll through. She ooh-ed and aah-ed as she did so, the occasional “oh my goodness” and the more frequent “so handsome” leaving her mouth. 

“Isn’t he?” Jimin agreed, who seemed to have relaxed a little with the distraction. 

“I think you’re better,” Yuna informed him, to which he gave her a cute, bashful smile in return. 

“Gwangho, look. Isn’t he perfect?” Boyoung angled your phone so he could see better, and he nodded politely, unsure of what to say as he looked at some random man going fishing, playing golf and tennis, and taking aesthetic shots in front of his office window. It made you laugh. 

Passing the phone back, Boyoung gazed at you. “Are you happy? You look happy.”

“I am,” you confirmed. “He’s a great guy. I’m very lucky.” 

“Nonsense,” she tsked. “He’s even luckier.” 

Laughing, you didn’t move to sit again, something rooting you to the spot, a niggle, or another one of those urges. “You know, actually, there’s something else too.” Hesitating, you paused. You really did want to tell your father and Yeonja first, but this was the perfect opportunity. As funny as it sounded, you would feel guilty if you didn’t tell them right now, as though you were ignoring Glob. 

You took a deep breath, Boyoung and Gwangho looking up at you in anticipation. “I’m pregnant.” You were met with shocked silence, which was to be expected, and you quickly looked over at Yuna who was grinning in amazement, and then at Jimin who was staring at you in wide-eyed disbelief. 

“I know it’s sudden,” you continued, turning back to Yuna’s parents, “and we’re aware of that. But we’re both really excited and things are going great.” 

See? That was how you told people the news. You’d managed to successfully skip over the fact your pregnancy was the result of a one-night stand. Seokjin should be here to take notes, you thought, then felt instantly sad that he wasn’t. 

“A baby?” Boyoung finally said, jaw practically to the table. 

Gwangho managed to compose himself first, clearing his throat and grinning. “That’s amazing news, ____. How far along are you?” 

“16 weeks.” You made a guilty face. “I…I wasn’t going to tell you today. Sorry. I wanted to tell dad and Yeonja first, but I don’t know, I wanted to share it. Seokjin’s family found out just yesterday.” 

“What? You told them? How?!” Yuna cried. “How much have I missed?!” 

“Babe,” Jimin called quietly, reeling her in. 

“It’s a long story,” you replied. “I’ll fill you in later, I promise.” Mollified, she settled back into her chair. 

“A baby,” Boyoung repeated, only gentler this time, a joyful smile on her face. She stood up, taking both your hands in hers. You placed your phone on the table to make it possible. “Congratulations. ____. Who cares if it’s sudden, you’re going to make a wonderful mother.” 

You swallowed a lump in your throat, tearing up. You really hoped that was true. 

“If there’s anything you need, I’m always here for you.” 

“I know,” you smiled. You squeezed her hands, grateful you had all this support. “Thank you, Boyoung. I really appreciate it.” 

Her hazel eyes were shiny with tears too, and she reached to cradle your face in her palms. “I need to meet him,” she whispered. 

You laughed softly. “You will.” 

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After the excitement had died down and you’d eaten dessert, you stayed for a couple more hours, mainly talking about your pregnancy (Boyoung was getting her crocheting things from the loft this evening), before you got a ride home with Jimin and Yuna as already planned. Jimin dropped both you and Yuna off in front of your house, Yuna more than ready to hear about everything that had transpired in the past 48 hours. You’d barely taken your shoes off and washed your hands before she was dragging you to the couch, all ears. It didn’t stop her from interrupting every chance she got though, but eventually you managed to retell everything. She was most interested in last night – shock horror! Although, not for the sex surprisingly. No, she was caught up in the ‘romance of it all.’ (Her exact words.) 

He basically said it was fate!

This is so romantic! 

I’m so happy for my best friend! 

The last exclamatory had happened while she hugged your head to her chest and kissed the top of your head, you fighting the entire time. 

You’d told Seokjin to come over by seven, and just as he was getting out the car, Jimin was pulling up to pick Yuna up. He made his way over to talk to him while you and Yuna watched from the window. “Look at our men bonding,” she gushed, a dreamy look on her face. 

While she was getting sentimental, you took the opportunity to admire ‘your man.’ He was wearing his ‘casual’ shirt, oversized and blue with white stripes, the first three buttons loose, teasing a generous amount of flesh, black comfy pants and the most hideous looking sliders you’d laid eyes on, holographic or something, and probably very expensive. His dark hair was not styled, sweeping over his forehead. You liked it like that. It made him look cute and very baby-faced. Like this, it made you realise that your baby was going to be the cutest looking baby to ever exist. You wanted them to take after Seokjin in every way. Which reminded you, maybe if you were lucky, Seokjin’s mom would show you baby pictures of him tomorrow! Fingers crossed! 

Over his shoulder was a cloth bag. He’d messaged you earlier to ask if he should get some ingredients so you could both make a light dinner, which excited you for two reasons. 1. You’d never made dinner together and 2. He probably looked good doing it. 

Saying farewell to Jimin, you opened the door to him while Yuna was putting on her shoes. He greeted you both. “I’ll put this in the fridge.” He motioned to the bag and kissed you when you nodded. Yuna stood up with a massive grin on her face, gave you a quick hug and then proceeded to yell “Happy fucking!!!” before bolting out the door before you could grab her by the neck of her shirt. She waved with her fingers as she got inside the car and you gave her the finger. Not only did Seokjin obviously hear that, but so did your neighbours most probably. But when you made your way into the kitchen, he didn’t bring it up, even though he was smirking slightly. 

“Hey,” you greeted. 

“Hey.” Finishing up in the fridge, he turned to hug you and kiss you on the nose. You couldn’t fight your smile. “Did you have a nice time today?” 

Nodding, you suddenly came over a little nervous. “Listen, I ended up telling Yuna’s parents about Glob.” 

“You did?” He seemed mildly shocked, but pleased, nonetheless. 

“I wasn’t going to, because I wanted to tell my father first, but… I don’t know. I told them about you first and it just felt right.” 

“Really?” His face lit up, his fingers caressing your sides. 

You nodded again, your arms around his neck. “It just felt natural to share the news. I didn’t want to leave it out.” 

He tilted his head, smiling playfully. “What did you say about me?” 

“Hmmm. That you were rich and owned your own company.” 

He laughed. “That’s all?” 

You shrugged and then added proudly, “Boyoung thought you were very handsome.” 

“You didn’t show her that picture of me sleeping, did you?” He looked a little panicked. 

“No,” you said with a laugh. “I showed her your Instagram.” 

“Oh, god.” 

“She wants to meet you.” 

He looked a little worried. “Does Yuna get her personality from her mother?” 

You laughed again. Yuna and her mother were very similar actually. “Some of it, yes.” 

“Do you?” 

“Hm?” 

“Did you get some of your personality from your mom?” 

You didn’t need much time to consider. “I think so.” 

“Which parts?” 

“Mostly the stubborn independence and icy exterior,” you joked. 

He squeezed your hips. “I like that about you, though.” 

“You do?” 

Nodding, he leaned into kiss you. Soft and slow. You laced your fingers through the strands of hair at the back of his neck, scratching a little and making him groan. The sound made your stomach swoop. Maybe dinner could be skipped? You were hungry for something else… However, Seokjin wasn’t done talking. 

“Would your mom have liked me?”

You decided to humour him. “After her suspicions went, yes.” 

“Suspicions? Am I suspicious?” His eyes were wide, offended, and it made you laugh. 

“No. Just… Considering the last guy she met broke my heart.” You didn’t know why you’d said that, feeling a little foolish, but Seokjin didn’t laugh at you. 

“Mm,” he hummed, looking you right in the eyes. “I won’t break your heart.” 

You gave him a small smile, looking down. That was sweet of him to say. 

“But what if the circumstances were the same? That I impregnated her daughter after only one night together.” 

“Don’t say it like that,” you grumbled, removing your arms from around his neck, but he wasn’t having it, not letting you go. “She would have been mad,” you conceded, “but I think you would have won her over easily. You’re very likeable.” 

“Am I?” He sounded dubious, giving you a half smile. 

“Everyone likes you, Seokjin. Just look at my office.” 

If the word affable was a person, it would be Kim Seokjin. 

He chuckled at that. “I don’t think Yoongi likes me.” 

“It’s not that he doesn’t like you, he just…” You trailed off, unsure where you wanted to go with that. 

“Yeah, I know,” Seokjin chuckled again. 

Changing the subject, you wrapped your arms around his middle, pecking his lips. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you today…” 

“Yeah?” he replied with a smile. “That’s funny, I couldn’t either. I missed you.” He rubbed your belly. “And baby, obviously.”

“Yes, you can’t neglect them now that you’re boning me.” 

“Boning?” Seokjin wrinkled his nose. “You sound like Jungkook.” 

Laughing, you slid your hands down to his butt and tugged him closer, walking backwards so he could back you up against the cupboard door. “Can you bone me now? Right here.” 

“Tempting. So very tempting,” he said, his voice deliciously low. “But I’m going to have to feed you first. You’ll need your energy…” 

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You somehow managed to make and eat dinner, and even washed the dishes – the patience of a saint! But by 9pm, you were very insistent that it was now time for bed. Unsurprisingly, Seokjin didn’t put up a fight, and let you lead him by the hand to your bedroom, just as eager as you. You started to undo the buttons of his shirt as you kissed, running your hands over his abdomen and chest once every single one was loose, the fabric falling to the floor, and you revelled in the way his stomach muscles clenched and his heart thumped against his ribs. 

“Get on the bed,” you more of less demanded, pulling away from his mouth with a squelch. 

He raised an eyebrow in surprise. “On the bed?” 

Nodding, you pushed him down to sit on the edge of the mattress, rolling with the bossiness seeing as he seemed so intrigued. “With your back against the headboard.” 

He listened, scooting up the bed and grabbing a pillow to rest his back against. Your headboard wasn’t as comfy as his, made of wood. “Like this?” he asked, and you nodded again, quickly, making him chuckle. “Why?” 

“I wanted to touch you a lot last night, but then you distracted me.” 

“Well, I wanted to touch you more.” 

“But you have now,” you said simply. “So, it’s only fair for it to be my turn tonight.” When he didn’t respond, you added, “Plus, you said I had to make it up to you this morning.” 

“I did,” he smiled. He kept his eyes trained on you as you took off your clothes, his gaze soaking up every inch of your body, but especially the way your boobs jiggled in your bra as you got on up the bed and crawled over to him. 

“Did you like that,” you teased, watching his hand as he rubbed himself over his pants. You moved a little closer, hovering over his mouth, but not quite giving him what he wanted. 

“You made me very hard,” he replied softly. “You always do.” 

Loving that, you pressed your lips to his, kissing his plumper bottom lip before moving to the top one. He pressed harder, a hand reaching up to cup the back of your head. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured. 

“So are you,” you returned, making him huff out a slightly bashful laugh. 

You kissed him once again before trailing more down his neck, hearing him take a quivering breath. As you made your way down his chest, he shuffled down the bed so he was pretty much laying down. You looked up when you hit his stomach, noticing he was watching you, his hands hovering over your head before deciding to fist the sheets at his sides. For some reason, that turned you on greatly, and you kissed down his abs with extra zeal, the line of fine hairs below his belly button tickling your nostrils. His muscles rippled against your lips as you slipped your fingers into the waistband of his pants, sitting up to drag them over his butt and take them off completely. 

You palmed him over his boxers, black ones that fit very snug, his erection visible and pointing towards the branded waistband. “You really are very hard,” you practically purred, feeling him jump into you hand. “And big.” 

“Yeah?” He liked that, the corner of his mouth turning up, but also still a little shy about it, chuckling awkwardly. That stopped abruptly when you sucked him over his briefs. He hissed as your mouth wrapped around the tip of his cock, soaking the material, lifting his hips to help you remove his underwear as fast as humanly possible. His cock thumped heavily against his stomach once free, head flushed and leaking precum. 

“Can you take off your bra?” he asked thickly, before you could even take him in your fist. 

You obliged, putting on a little show with it, but he was too far gone to find it comical, instead drinking in the sight of your bare chest and puckered nipples, his breathing shallow. 

“Let me—Can I taste?” he asked. 

Leaning down, he immediately caught one nipple between his lips, flicking his tongue rapidly while his hand cupped and gently squeezed the other breast. You moaned eagerly, earning you one back. You’d never had such sensitive boobs; it was life changing. 

“You really like these things, don’t you?” you asked, deeply amused, taking his dick in your hand and squeezing the base. 

“Yes,” he grunted, flexing against your palm. “I love everything about your body,” he added, slipping his fingers into the side of your panties and squeezing your ass cheek. 

“It’s not your turn,” you reminded him, despite loving the feel of his hands and mouth on you. 

Seokjin let you go reluctantly, and you moved between his legs. He watched you take him into his mouth, holding his breath before breathing out slowly, the instant pleasure making his eyes flutter shut. He murmured your name, the sound of it making you wetter than you already were, before letting out a very strained, very garbled, and very funny “ahfuckshit,’ his lower half twisting under you. You would have burst out laughing if your mouth wasn’t so preoccupied. Or maybe if you weren’t so turned on it felt as though you were burning up. 

You moved your mouth over him for an indeterminable amount of time, lost in your enjoyment, loving his tiny grunts and chokes of pleasure as you lapped and sucked and fucked him with your mouth. Loving the way he touched your shoulders, your throat and your hair. 

“____,” he said eventually, overwrought, “not that I mind, but—ah, fuck” –  he hissed as you slid your tongue along his slit, making his hips jump – “i-if you keep that up I’ll come.” 

You popped off, your fist closing around the top of him, coating him in your saliva. Up and down, a twist of your wrist, a squelch, squelch, squelch. “Does it feel that good?” 

“Everything you’re doing feels like heaven,” he answered very sweetly, making your heart flutter. 

“But then…” You sat up and straddled him, rubbing his cock along your soaked underwear. “What does this feel like?” 

He looked instantly pained. “If we do it like this, I’ll finish even faster than last night.” 

His confession made you laugh loudly, and you carefully, but quickly removed your underwear with his eager assistance. Once fully bare, you hovered over him, taking a few moments to watch him watching you, before easing him inside you with a backward hand. You controlled everything, taking him slowly, the angle different to what you were used to, but you were wet enough from sucking his cock and stretched enough from last night. When he was finally fully inside you, you let out an unsteady breath, muscles clenching him rapidly. You gripped his hips tight, not wanting him to move them just yet, not until you got used to how deeply he filled you. 

“Intense?” he asked, gripping your elbows, his brows furrowed with mild concern. 

You nodded your head, starting to rock over him, gradually picking up the pace as it started to feel good. He stayed still and patient, letting you move as you wanted, until you eventually started to slide up and down the length of him, and he asked if it was okay to help. When he started moving too, the pleasure skyrocketed, even though he was careful to fuck you slowly. 

“It’s good?” he asked, beginning to pant slightly. 

“I love it,” you moaned, causing him to whimper. 

“Don’t say things like that,” he chuckled weakly. “I want you to come before me.” 

“Can you tell me how it feels?” 

It felt like an odd question to ask, but you had the urge to hear how much he was loving it too. To know it was just as good for him as it was for you. 

“It’s so good,” he confirmed, making you grin and ride him a little faster. He moaned, clutching your hips and meeting your movements eagerly. “You feel amazing, angel.” You clenched him tight in response, that name doing things to you once again. 

“You like it when I call you that.” It wasn’t a question. By the way you squeezed his cock, he didn’t need to ask. The fact was obvious. When you moaned, he slid one palm over your ass, grabbing a fistful of flesh and grinding you into him. “Fuck,” he cursed, his eyes closing briefly, face scrunched up. “Can I?” he squeezed out, tapping your ass with his fingers. You knew immediately what he was asking and vigorously nodded your head. 

Feeling him bring his palm down, you cried out. He slapped again, groaning when you bounced on him faster, squeezing your ass so tight it hurt, but in the best possible way. 

“Come here,” he demanded suddenly, impatiently, “I need to kiss you.” 

You leaned forward, Seokjin taking your face in his hands to slam his lips to yours, the kiss desperate and clumsy, and very, very sloppy. He moved one hand to your hip, holding you so he could thrust faster, making you break the kiss to moan. You grinded against his pelvis, feeling your orgasm start to build, your eyes scrunching closed as Seokjin talked you through it, bringing his thumb to your clit to help. It didn’t take long, the pleasure cresting before it rolled through you in waves, tensing your entire body, until it wasn’t anymore, and you felt as though you were floating. 

“I love watching you come,” Seokjin gushed, sounding awestruck, kissing you. Inside you, his cock jerked. “Are you tired? Want to stop?” 

You shook your head, out of breath. You wanted Seokjin to get his release too, even if you were exhausted. (You’d forgotten how laborious riding dick could be…) You felt horribly empty when he pulled out, rolling you carefully onto your back so he could enter again on his knees. When he thrust back in with one go, you gasped as he groaned, beginning to rock his body into you, your tits bouncing and capturing all is attention. You kept your eyes on him, his jaw set, fixed in concentration, brow furrowed as he grunted and groaned with each movement. 

On one outwards stroke, he groaned deeper and stiffened, a surprised curse slipping from his mouth before you felt a hot splash of come coat your skin. There was a brief pause, and then you registered his hand moving over himself as he continued to come on you. You lifted your head once he was done, looking down at the pool of come just under the round of your stomach and streaking your pelvis. “It’s a bit too late for that,” you joked, breathless. 

“It was an accident,” he groaned, panting and clearly disappointed he hadn’t been able to come inside you. Or maybe it was the fact his orgasm had taken him by surprise that was the problem. 

You pressed a finger into the mess, Seokjin watching you with round, curious eyes, and brought it up to your mouth. He looked amused then, but sounded mildly turned on when he spoke. “Taste nice?” 

“I wouldn’t go that far,” you snorted, making him laugh. 

You woke up before Seokjin the next morning, opening your eyes to find him sleeping on his stomach, his arms folded at the elbow, forearms under the pillow, and his head facing away from you. You smiled to yourself. This seemed to be his favourite sleeping position, which was great for you because that meant you could ogle his impressive bare shoulders. You wiggled closer, kissing his shoulder, then slowly started to push the covers down, wanting to see his entire back. He began to stir when your hand stroked over him, over his shoulder blades, then between them, making a cute noise. You smiled wider, nuzzling into him. He was warm and smooth and solid, and you had the sudden urge to straddle him. 

Careful not to press on your stomach, you hooked one leg over him and leaned down, kissing up his spine and across his right shoulder. He made another noise, gruff with sleep, and it went straight between your legs. You kissed your way along his other shoulder, then down over his ribs, coming across what you thought was a mole, but squinting, you realised it was something else. 

“What’s this?” you asked, pressing your finger into the black mark. “A tattoo?” Seokjin grunted, rubbing his face into the pillow. “You have a tattoo and you didn’t tell me?!” 

He chuckled hoarsely at your incredulous tone, voice cracking when he spoke. “What’s the big deal?” 

“You have a tattoo,” you stated, still in disbelief, shaking your head from side to side. “I just can’t imagine you getting it.” 

“Why not?” 

“And what is it? An emoji?” 

“Jungkook wanted to get friendship tattoos. He chose. But we each got to decide where,” he explained groggily, lifting one hand from out under the pillow to rub his eye. “His is on his finger. Hobi’s is on his ankle.” 

“Jungkook chose the woozy emoji? Why?” you asked with a laugh. 

“Who really knows what goes on inside that mind of his,” was Seokjin’s reply. Then, after a small pause: “Don’t you like it?” 

“I like it,” you confirmed, dragging your finger over it, biting down on your lip. “I find it quite hot actually.” 

“Hot?” He sounded interested. You hummed, leaning down again to kiss him there before biting playfully. “Ouch. Don’t bite it.” 

“Very hot,” you confirmed. 

“You’re weird,” he scoffed, but couldn’t hide how pleased he really was. 

You weren’t teasing either. The idea of Seokjin having a tattoo, regardless of how small and silly it was, was very attractive. Just imagining him in the chair getting it done made you come over all funny. 

“Seokjin…” 

He hummed, realising. 

“When do we have to leave?”

He craned his neck, looking for the clock on your nightstand. “I’d say in about… 3 hours. Why?” 

You sat up, hands reaching to grip his shoulders, and slowly rolled into him. “Well, see. I’m suffering from a very terribly debilitating condition that makes me horny all the time…” 

“Oh, my god. How did you catch that?” he played along. You could see the tilt of his mouth. The pillow marks that marred his face. His mess of hair. 

“I don’t think you can catch conditions,” you pointed out, making him laugh. “But, either way, it’s all your fault.” 

“My fault?”

“Yeah. You did this to me, so you need to take full responsibility.” You rolled again, harder this time. Your aroused, naked body grinding against his lower back. 

You heard him take a sharp breath, but he sounded indifferent when he replied, sighing. “If I must.” 

In an instant, he had you on your back, making you squeal with laughter. And then he was opening your legs, kissing up the inside of your thigh, making you hold your breath in anticipation… 

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Just under three hours later, you were out the door together and on your way to Seokjin’s parents’ home which was located in the countryside, ninety minutes away. You were still feeling the warm and tingly aftereffects of this morning, where after going down on you, he’d flipped you onto your hands and knees and held his palm to your stomach while he’d fucked you. It had been inexplicably intimate, even more so than him being inside you. Then you’d (innocently) showered together, which had been more funny than sexy seeing as Seokjin had to practically squeeze himself into your tiny shower cubicle. You’d eaten breakfast before getting ready, Seokjin going to his car to retrieve a grey sweater and jeans. Plus, actual shoes, not those weird sliders you’d threatened to trash all evening yesterday. 

Despite being comforted by his mom’s reaction on Friday, you found you were still a little nervous as time ticked on and you got closer to your destination. Meeting strangers was always mildly nerve-wracking, and the circumstances made it even more so. His dad had seemed to easily accept the news, if his phone call to Seokjin was anything to go by, but his grandmother? You had no clue how she’d taken the news yet. Seokjin seemed unperturbed, but attentively picked up on your anxious energy, reassuring you a number of times on the drive and reaching for your hand whenever he could. 

When you eventually arrived and got out the car on slightly wobbly legs, he took your hand in his permanently, walking towards the large front door. The house was beautiful with lots of land, such a large (and welcome!) difference to the city. Seokjin’s mother took the reins as soon as you got inside, friendly and welcoming, and insisting immediately that you call her and her husband – who she introduced you to excitedly – by their forenames. Before you met his grandmother though, Mikyung pulled both you and Seokjin to the side, telling her son in hushed whispers that she had ‘stretched the truth a little’ when she’d told her mother about the pregnancy. “If she finds out the real story, you know, about the,” – an even more hushed whisper – “one-night thing, she might have keeled over. She is very old, Seokjinie.” 

You had been so mortified to hear his mother referring to your one-night stand, you couldn’t even enjoy the adorable nickname, your cheeks burning hot. But getting over your mortification as fast as you could, you and Seokjin both agreed it was for the best if his grandmother didn’t know the exact truth. Instead, your relationship had been ‘very new’ when you’d found out about the baby. You could work with that. It was pretty much what you’d told Yuna’s parents anyway. 

Seokjin’s grandmother looked a little unsure when you were finally introduced, but she still greeted you kindly, nonetheless, noting how beautiful you were, which you thought was very sweet. To repay the compliment you told her how much you enjoyed her cooking, and she seemed to light up at that, grinning before laughing bashfully. (She also called him Seokjinie.) 

Sangwoo, Seokjin’s father, was very distinguished looking, and it was no wonder that seokjin had turned out so handsome. His parents’ genes were a match made in heaven. While his facial features were all his mother, he got his mannerisms from his dad. You quickly saw parts of him in Seokjin, and it amused you greatly. 

Dinner went smoothly, your nerves dissipating. It was nice to watch their dynamic, and to see the way Seokjin acted with his family. He clearly loved and doted on them very much, and vice versa. They were not as intimidating as you’d once worried about, and in certain aspects, his parents reminded you of Yuna’s. They clearly loved one another a lot, even after decades of marriage, and you didn’t know when you’d become such a romantic, but it was touching to see. 

After you’d all stuffed your faces with delicious food, more conversation continued in the living room. Even though Seokjin’s brother wasn’t here today, he and his family came up in conversation regularly, and you learned that next weekend would be his and Seohyun’s seven-year wedding anniversary. To your mild horror, that’s how Seokjin’s grandmother brought up the topic of marriage between you and Seokjin… 

“Mom, it’s not like it used to be,” Mikyung lectured her. “Young couples don’t have to get married before having children these days.” 

“But it makes sense,” she argued, brow pinched together in a confused frown. “Marriage, house, babies…” 

“Grandma…” Seokjin chuckled uncomfortably, fidgeting by your side. 

“I’m just saying, Seokjin, there’s enough time before the baby arrives.” 

“I think Seokjin and ____ would like to concentrate on getting everything ready for the baby instead of planning a wedding,” Sangwoo came to your defence. 

“Yes, don’t you think so, mom?” 

“I suppose,” she relented slowly, before her eyes flicked to yours. “Then after?” she asked hopefully. “Once you’re all settled.” 

You’d been stunned to silence up until now but managed to move your lips enough to make a sound. “Maybe,” you settled on, not wanting to offend or disappoint her. 

Marriage wasn’t exactly on your list of things to do right now, nor was it top of the list for after Glob was born. You were certain Seokjin felt the same. You’d only recently confessed your feelings to one another (unbeknownst to his grandmother), so one thing at a time. However, as you felt Seokjin’s clammy hand cup your equally as clammy hand, you turned to smile at him. Marrying Seokjin at some point, whenever that might be, didn’t seem like the most terrifying thing. 

The next morning, somewhat exhausted from the busy weekend you’d had (i.e., travelling and socialising and of course, having lots of sex) you rode together to work. You kissed him goodbye when he dropped you off, and said you’d see him later. He had to work a little later today but promised you would have dinner together. You held the elevator for Mari when you spotted her entering the building and she thanked you gratefully before gasping in awe. 

“____, you are glowing so much today!” 

“Oh, really?” you chuckled awkwardly, still not used to those type of compliments. 

“Pregnancy at least has some benefits.” 

You laughed along with her, nodding your head in agreement while privately thinking your aura today had nothing to do with being pregnant. It was a little something called post-orgasmic glow. Seokjin had spent twenty minutes going down on you after your alarm went off this morning, and you’d decided, quite resolutely, that’s how you wanted to be woken up every morning. Seokjin seemed to have zero complaints…

Written 2022. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2022

[floralseokjin]

⤑ 9 months to fall in love 13.

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 9,788

warnings/includes (!) mention of parent death, there’s confessions!!!! one brief moment of being body conscious, hints of brat tamer! Jin just for fun AND! IT’S TIME! Sex, they have sex! passionate sex!!!! kissing, lots of kissing, oral sex (female receiving), multiple orgasms, penetrative sex 

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note; you didn’t think I could be that evil, did you?? It’s finally happening!!! And I hope you enjoy :’) I know I did! 

*inspired by the manhwa ‘Positively Yours.’

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Seokjin watched you leave, feeling conflicted and helpless. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. This wasn’t how his mother was supposed to react. Sure, he knew she’d be shocked. That it would take some time for her to get her head around the surprise news. But she’d been shamefully rude, completely ignoring your existence. He was angry and embarrassed by his mother’s behaviour. What was she even doing here? Though he doubted he’d find out now. Whatever the reason, the baby news had taken centre stage. 

He sat at his desk, staying silent, waiting for her to speak first seeing as she supposedly had something important to say. 

“I don’t understand,” she said finally, visibly racking her brains for possible explanations. “Were you in a relationship but broke things off? Then you found out she was pregnant?” 

“No,” he muttered, shaking his head. He tried to think of a way to explain everything.  

“Is it some sort of transactional thing?” 

“What?” The disbelief was evident in his tone and on his face no doubt. What exactly was she alluding to? That he was paying you? For what? Your company? For sex?! 

“Did she plan it?” she continued, sounding mildly panic-stricken. “Is she after your money?” 

“What? No.” He was having trouble wrapping his head around his mother’s insane accusations. “That’s ridiculous, mom.” 

“Is it really that farfetched, Seokjin,” she asked pointedly, folding her arms. 

Yes. It really was. He wasn’t some naive child. What’s more, he’d lost count of how many women his mother had set him up with over the years who were so obviously only interested in his money and what it could do for them. 

“____ is not after my money, trust me,” he told her with a soft snort. It was a job trying to get you to let him spend money on you. Although, he was slowly getting there, he was sure… Yesterday, he’d paid for lunch and dinner. 

“She didn’t even know about my company until after she told me she was pregnant.” 

He spoke without thinking, the words just slipping out, and he watched his mother’s eyebrows pinch together. “What… How is that possible?” 

Seokjin rubbed a hand over his face. He knew he would eventually have to explain how everything had happened, but he hadn’t been concentrating on that part. He’d wanted to discuss it with you before lunch on Sunday, just to see what level of detail you were comfortable to explain. But his mother had ruined that plan the moment she’d burst through his door with a sheepish Hoseok behind her. Not that he blamed his friend. 

“It was a one-time thing,” he finally replied, not meeting his mother’s eyes. “We weren’t supposed to see each other again.” 

“A one-time… Oh, Seokjin,” she wailed, disappointed in him. 

“I’m an adult,” he reminded her childishly. There was absolutely nothing wrong with having casual sex, and he could have it if he wanted to.  Then again, he’d never felt the attraction. That was, until he’d caught sight of you at that bar. Something magnetic, something visceral, something he’d never experienced before. 

“Didn’t I always preach the importance of safe sex when you and your brother were younger?” 

Seokjin felt his face burn with embarrassment. No matter how old he got, talking about sex with his mom would always be uncomfortable. So much for being an adult… 

“We were safe,” he forced himself to say, meeting her gaze. “It still happened. It’s just one of those things.” 

Yes, if he’d been clear-headed enough to grab another condom after he’d broken the other, it almost definitely wouldn’t have happened, but there were no regrets. Not now, not ever. Having a baby with you was the best thing that have ever happened to him. 

“This is…” His mother trailed off, clearly lost for words. However, her expression had softened, but not enough to soften him. 

“This is what exactly?” he demanded, an edge to his tone. He rarely got mad at his mom. She could be a lot sometimes, but it was never purposely spiteful, and he loved her too much to be disrespectful. However, this concerned you and his baby, and that made things different. He didn’t need her understanding, her blessing, but he wanted it. He wanted her to be happy for him. 

“Would you have reacted the same on Sunday when I brought ____ home for lunch?” he pressed when she didn’t respond. 

That seemed to get something out of her. “Well, honestly Seokjin? I’m glad I found out today because I don’t know what would’ve happened. Your father would’ve probably been picking me up off the floor. I’m surprised I didn’t buckle right here!” 

He fought the urge to roll his eyes at her dramatics. Although yes, she had needed to sit down, and for a moment he’d actually been quite worried. 

“Look,” he sighed. “Whatever you’re thinking right now, I can guarantee you it’s the complete opposite.” He held her gaze as he continued. “I really like her, mom, and she likes me.” He paused, unable to keep the smile off his face. Whatever the reason, it didn’t matter, you felt something for him too. 

“I know we’re essentially doing things backwards, but that doesn’t bother us. We’re trying to build something, and it only gets very complicated when other people are involved. When we have to explain ourselves like this.” 

For him, everything was simple. 

“Can’t you just take my word for it? That I’m really happy and I can’t wait to be a father” 

He watched his mother’s eyes, the exact same shade of brown as his, soften and glisten over. He felt a tug inside his chest. 

“But why didn’t you tell me?” she whispered. “You had every chance to when I was nagging on about that stupid date with Mrs. Kang’s daughter.” 

The tug in his chest pulled harder. But for a different reason now. 

“I wanted to, but it’s not only up to me,” he explained gently. “____ was scared of your reaction, and given said reaction just now, this has done nothing to ease her nerves.” 

His thoughts went to you, worry overtaking him as he wondered how you were taking this. He trusted Hoseok to be there for you, to reassure you, but he was the one who should be doing that, nobody else. 

“And does her family know?” 

She sounded hurt at the thought. 

“Not yet, no.” 

His mother raised one eyebrow. “Oh, so she’s been lying to her mother as well, has she?” 

A moment of reluctance passed through him, before he said: “Her mother passed away five years ago.” 

It wasn’t his information to tell, but what else could he have said? 

His mother’s face fell, her eyes round with pity, exactly the reaction you hated. She rested a hand over her heart. “Oh, poor thing. So, she has no one to be there for her?” 

“Well, that’s not exactly true,” he replied. “She has her best friend, her stepmom.” Her dad… Siblings… 

Although your relationship with your family was still one he didn’t totally understand, he had never pressed for more information. It seemed as though you and they lived separate lives, meeting up occasionally for lunch or dinner. You seemed comfortable with it, so who was he to pry? 

His mother nodded thoughtfully at the information, a steady silence filling the room. Seokjin started to feel hopeful. She was coming around. She lifted her chin accusingly. “You still lied to me.” 

But there was no animosity in her voice, she was only lightly berating him, and he relaxed some more. He could work with this. 

“Technically I did and I’m sorry,” he apologised honestly. “It’s just I was put in a very awkward position with that date. You make it very hard to say no” 

“You could have elaborated the truth a little. Just said you were seeing someone and it was new. I wouldn’t have pried.” 

He managed a chuckle. “We both know that’s a lie.” 

His mom had the decency to look ashamed. “I’m sorry.” Then, with a small smile, she added, “On the plus side, no more arranged dates from now on.” 

“Mom,” he sighed, but it was a relief to hear her joking about. 

“Does Hoseok know?” She asked then, accusing. “He seemed very insistent not to let me in here just now.” 

Seokjin nodded. “And Jungkook.” 

She frowned at that. “Wait until I see him…” She loved Hoseok, was like a second mom to him, but she had a gigantic soft spot for Jungkook. Like Seokjin always said, Jungkook could flirt with anyone and anything, and moms weren’t off limits… Even his best friends’ moms… 

When he didn’t respond, a meaningful silence stretched between them, his mother’s face slowly widened into a grin, a genuine, ecstatic one, that made him want to sigh out in relief. He’d been right. Despite the initial shock, she was now welcoming the news. 

“I’m going to be a grandmother again,” she beamed, making him chuckle. Then suddenly, her bottom lip wobbled, eyes growing misty. “And you’re going to be a father.” Her voice partially hitched at the last word, and he opened his mouth to comfort her but found he was surprisingly choked up too. 

If he really thought about it, there wasn’t much difference between his mom and your stepmom. He’d been horrified to hear some of the things Yeonja often told you about settling down and running out of time, regardless of the fact she thought she had good intentions, but his mother often alluded to similar judgements, he just hadn’t paid much attention. For the longest time he’d been preoccupied with work, enjoying every success and milestone. He didn’t have time for dating, didn’t have time for relationships, and certainly didn’t have time for a family, but one day he would. One day he would make time. He just didn’t know when that time would be. 

However, that mindset had gradually started to chip away at him. He didn’t know when it began. Maybe it was noticing how deeply in love his parents still were, even after all these years, all the hardships they’d been through together. They had always been a team, working together, parenting together, loving together, and he’d always wished to replicate that one day. Just like his brother, who had. So, maybe it was seeing his brother marrying Seohyun, having children with her, and watching how much it had enriched his life, that made him start to think about the future. Or maybe it was watching Hoseok settling down with his boyfriend, knowing how hard it was for his best friend to open up and share his heart with someone, but working hard to do it. 

But then again, whatever the reason, it didn’t particularly matter now anyway, because despite any realisations he’d once had, he hadn’t actively tried to change anything, tried to meet someone and attempt to create something. Things with you had not been planned, but at the same time everything had fallen into place. Sometimes things felt so stupidly perfect he couldn’t believe his luck. So knowing his mom was happy for him made him full of emotion, because he was happy for himself as well. 

He cleared his throat, righting himself. “Do you want to see some pictures?”

His mom’s face lit up even brighter. “Really? I’d love to!”

He was already opening the top drawer of his desk where he kept Glob’s sonograms. He spent a lot of time at the office, so it made sense to have them close to hand here. “____ is nearly four months along,” he explained, passing the photos to his mother who had rushed over in excitement. 

“Four months?” Her smile faltered at the realisation of how long she’d been kept in the dark for, before she caught herself, squeezing his shoulder. “I mean, woah, four months. You’ll be finding out if it’s a boy or a girl soon.” 

Seokjin smiled, watching her gazing at the images happily. “We’re not too fussed on the sex of the baby.” You were still deciding if you wanted to find out at all, but the information would sure help stop your baby being referred to as an it, something you both disliked greatly. 

“This was the first scan at nine weeks,” he pointed. “Then look how much they grew a couple of weeks later. We have another appointment next week. I bet they’ll have doubled in size.” He laughed. “You know the Kims make big babies – but I haven’t told ____ that yet, so don’t say anything,” he added, casting his mom a warning look. 

“My lips are sealed.” She mimed zipping up her mouth, making him laugh. 

“There’s that smile!” she exclaimed, as if she’d cracked a case. “That smile you’ve been doing for all these weeks now, months even… It’s because of this news!”

“Mmhm,” he agreed happily, taking the sonograms from her when she passed them back to him. He smiled down at them. “We have a nickname for them. Glob.” 

“Glob?” She looked and sounded confused. 

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “ ____’s best friend came up with it.” 

“She’s very pretty.” 

“Mom, you can’t just go assuming that they’re a girl.” 

“No, not the baby, dumbo! ____.” 

“Oh.” He blinked in realisation, then smiled bashfully as he agreed. “Yeah, she is.” 

She shot him a look, pointing a finger to his chest. “You keep on pursuing her.” 

“I think the pursuing’s already happened,” he said with a laugh. 

“You know what I mean.” She lifted an eyebrow. “Keep at it. Show her how perfect you are.” 

“Nobody’s perfect.” He shook his head, but inside his mom’s words lit him up, motivated him, encouraged him. 

“My Seokjinie is,” she cooed, leaning in to pinch one of his cheeks. 

“Mom,” he whined, escaping away in embarrassment. 

She took no notice, standing straight to clap her hands together. “Now. Let me meet ____ properly. I need to apologise profusely.” 

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A little over twenty minutes since you’d found yourself in Hoseok’s office, someone knocked assuredly at the door. You and Hoseok glanced at one another before he cleared his throat and called come in. You turned in your seat just in time to see the door open, and you took a steadying breath, trying to gain as much relevant confidence as you could muster – which wasn’t a lot. In between your last tough shit and now, you’d wavered back and forth. It didn’t feel right to come between Seokjin and his mother, to be the cause of conflict between them both. Your guilty conscience was setting in, making itself right at home. 

She entered first, Seokjin hot on her heels, and you stood quickly as she started her way towards you, face full of determination. You braced yourself, unsure what was happening, swallowing when she stopped a foot away from you. She let out a regretful sigh and then spoke. 

“____, I owe you the biggest apology.” 

You blinked. Whatever you’d been expecting, it wasn’t that. “An apology?” 

Seokjin’s mother nodded, surprising you when she took your hands in hers. “I’m sorry for acting so rude to you. I didn’t even greet you. It’s no excuse, but I was just in shock.” Her brown eyes, so similar to her son’s, crinkled up as she let out a short, pleasant-sounding laugh. “You don’t expect to find out your son’s having a baby on a random Friday afternoon.” 

Jarred, you didn’t know what to say, settling on a “that’s okay. Honestly,” when your mouth finally decided to work. 

She shook her head vehemently. “No. It’s not. I really am so sorry, and I hope we can start again.” 

It was obvious where Seokjin had learned to give the sincerest of apologies. You couldn’t hold it against the woman, she’d been blindsided, Seokjin dropping the piece of news like it was a bomb. You were just relieved she’d come around so quick. It felt like a miracle. 

“Of course we can,” you confirmed. “I know it came as a surprise, it was my fault really. Seokjin wanted to tell you weeks ago, but I was a little anxious.” At that, you glanced behind her to where Seokjin was hovering, watching on unsurely. You were also somewhat aware of Hoseok stood behind his desk, watching on too. 

“My reaction didn’t exactly help there, did it?” she said understandingly, giving your hands a comforting squeeze. “Let me ease your worries. You’re a part of our family now.” 

“Mom—” Seokjin tried to cut in, but she spoke over him. 

“Seokjin told me about your mother. I’m so sorry.”

You felt yourself stiffen, your go-to reaction whenever someone brought up your mom’s death. “It must be very hard not having her with you at a time like this.” Seokjin’s mom had the usual pity in her eyes, the look you were used to, but you didn’t let it bother you. She meant well. 

“Yes, it makes me miss her even more,” you replied, catching Seokjin’s guilty eyes as you did so. You give him a quick smile, wanting to reassure him. 

“I know it’s not the same, but I’ll be here for you the entire time. Anything you need, just ask,” his mother smiled. Then she exclaimed, giving your hands an excited shake. “Oh! You should meet up with Seohyun – Seokjin’s brother’s wife. They have two children already.” 

“Mom, you’re being overwhelming,” Seokjin warned, stepping closer, trying to get at your side. 

“Sorry. I am, aren’t I?” she laughed, dropping your hands gently. 

“A little,” you admitted. “But only because I wasn’t expecting such a sudden change in response.” That, and all the casual touching was new to you. Seokjin’s mother looked remorseful, so you opened your mouth again. “But I appreciate your kindness. Thank you, I’ll bear what you’ve said in mind, and yes, I’ll have to meet Seohyun and Seokwon. I’ve heard so much about them already. And you and your husband, of course,” you added with a warm smile. 

You felt a lot more relaxed now that Seokjin was beside you, feeling the comforting heat of his body. 

“Good things I hope,” she laughed, gritting her teeth together in a mock grimace. 

“Of course. Seokjin is the greatest man, it’s obvious you brought him up well.” 

“He is,” she beamed, casting her gaze to her son. “Seokjinie makes me proud every day.” 

“Mom,” he groaned, and you looked between him and her, needing to hear more about that adorable nickname, but his mother was already talking again. Excitedly. 

“But enough about Jin! It’s all about you now. Let me see you!” She took a step back, eyes sweeping over you. “You can hardly tell your pregnant,” she astonished. 

“Not like this, no,” you agreed, cupping your hand over your stomach. It was the top you were wearing, so you flipped the frill up a little, giving her a shot of your bare belly. “Like this you can.” 

“Oh,” she squealed. “You have such a cute bump!” 

“It’s coming along slowly.” Very slowly. 

“I was the same with Seokwon and then I just seemed to pop overnight. Seokjin on the other hand,” – she shot a look at her son – “I looked 9 months pregnant at 16 weeks. It’s the—never mind,” she stopped herself suddenly, whatever she was about to say disappearing with the shake of her head. 

“All right, that’s enough mobbing, mom,” Seokjin joked, putting a hand between you both. Then, firm but gentle: “Give her some space.” 

“Okay,” his mother conceded with a smile, stepping back. You took the opportunity to wrap your arm around Seokjin’s back, and you felt him relax, his arm looping over your shoulder, giving it a squeeze with his hand as you shared a smile. 

You both watched as his mother turned to Hoseok, who was still stood awkwardly at his desk, probably feeling as though he was muscling in on a private moment. (Despite this being his office…) “You Jung Hoseok,” she accused playfully. “I’ll be having a word with your mother. Keeping this from me.” 

He raised his hands. “I was sworn to secrecy, Mikyung.” 

“I bet you were…” she hummed disapprovingly. “Jungkook too, huh?” 

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Seokjin’s mother soon left once she found out that he needed to finish up something important, insisting you still come for lunch on Sunday to meet Seokjin’s dad and grandmother, who she couldn’t wait to share the news with. She was practically bursting with excitement when she stepped into the elevator, and you still couldn’t quite believe how well she’d taken the news, a full 180 to her initial ashen-faced, stunned to silence reaction. 

However unfortunately, his mom’s sudden visit was already enough to put him behind schedule, and it was nearly 8pm by the time he finished up, too late to head to the mall. You couldn’t be that disappointed though, this evening might not have gone to plan, but good things had come from it. You couldn’t deny that you felt a lot lighter than you had these past few days, a weight off your shoulders, and it was great to see Seokjin so obviously happy. He’d wanted to tell his parents for a while now. But he still apologised to you, feeling bad that you couldn’t get your beloved pizza. You suggested Pizza Hut instead, it was hardly the same, but it was similar, and after an impromptu phone call with his dad, who had called to congratulate him, you ate it in his car, the pizza box between you both, balancing on the console. 

Midway reaching for a third slice of pizza, Seokjin paused. “I’m sorry for telling my mom about…” He trailed off, and it took you a moment to realise what he was getting at. 

“My mom?” you finished, laughing quietly. “It’s fine.” It wasn’t a secret, and if anything, it was a relief. It saved you from having to tell his mom yourself. 

“She asked if you’d told her yet. I didn’t know what else to say,” he explained. 

“There wasn’t much you could.” You took a bite of your own slice, talking with your mouth full. (You were ravenous, manners could wait.) “She was more than ready to be my mom 2.0.” 

“She can be a lot. Sorry,” he winced, then chuckled when you did, beginning to eat again. 

“She meant well. I like her.” 

“She likes you too,” he replied after a swallow. “She called you pretty.” 

“Ah, still got it,” you joked, pretending to flip your hair, making him laugh. 

“Ready for Sunday?” he asked after a few moments, looking over at you curiously. 

You surprised yourself by nodding. “It’s a lot less intimidating now that they know.” 

He sighed then, almost dejectedly, pressing against the headrest. “Is it selfish to say that I already miss when it was just you, me and Glob?” 

“It was a nice feeling,” you agreed slowly, stunned he felt that way. That had been your greedy thought all along. “It was half the reason I kept delaying everything,” you admitted. “But it feels good to start sharing the news, too.” 

“It does.” 

You matched him, pressing your head against the chair, turning to face him. “And it’s still me, you and Glob. That won’t change.” You watched a small smile lift his mouth, making you feel warm inside. “We’re just growing our—what do you call it?” You racked your brains. “A support system?” 

He barked a laugh. “That’s true. We can’t keep relying on Jungkook and Yuna.” 

You’d already agreed that when Yuna and Jungkook did eventually meet, they’d either love each other or absolutely hate each other. No in between. You were readying yourselves for the fallout. 

“Hoseok’s reliable at least,” you pointed out. 

“Sure. But he’ll definitely hold our baby at arm’s length in fear of them throwing up on him.” 

“Namjoon would probably drop them,” you added. 

Laughing quietly together, you finished the pizza, you lost in your own thoughts as you imagined your life together when Glob arrived. Life was so different and hectic lately, you sometimes forgot that before the year would be over, you’d have a baby to look after. Yet, the thought wasn’t as daunting as it had been right at the beginning. 

Seokjin placed the empty box into the backseat once you were done, and you both cleaned the grease off your fingers with wipes. His groan made you lift your head. He looked like he was reliving something horrific. “What is it?” 

“I had to tell my mom I had a one-night stand. It was the single, most awfully awkward moment of my entire life.” 

Your eyes widened in horror. “You didn’t?!” When he nodded, looking just as appalled, you cried out, burying your face in your hands. “I can’t look her in the eyes again!” 

If you had known before now, you wouldn’t have looked her in the eyes inside Hoseok’s office! The mortification! Logically, it was just sex between two consenting adults, but just the thought of his mother knowing the specific details – well, not too specific, that would be horrendous – of how your baby was conceived, made your face burn. Oh God, would you have to tell your dad and Yeonja about it too? No. You’d be vague about it. Unlike someone. 

“What about me? I’m her son!” 

You laughed then, loud and free, lifting your head so it filled the car.  

“She ordered me to keep on pursuing you.”

That shut you up, and you lifted an eyebrow. “Haven’t you already pursued me?” 

“That’s what I said. I’m glad it’s been confirmed.” 

As he leaned over to kiss you, you murmured against his lips. “You can be very convincing.” 

He pressed his mouth into yours, firm but sweet. More than a peck, but less than what you classed as an actual kiss. He pulled away with a smirk before you could cling. “You haven’t seen nothing yet.” 

Your stomach did a somersault. “Oh?” 

He hummed, getting ready to leave the parking lot you were in. “Do you still want to stay over?” His voice was too casual for what he’d just implied, so you felt a little thrown. “I know tonight didn’t go as planned. If you’re tired and want your own bed, I totally understand.” 

“No, I want to stay over,” you confirmed quickly – maybe too quickly. “If that’s okay?” 

“Of course it is,” he smiled. 

Your heart started to race, thoughts of what might happen suddenly at the forefront of your mind again. Seokjin’s mom had done a good job at distracting you, but now you were alone again, and your mind was back there. Were you going to sleep together or not? In all honesty, as much as you wanted to have sex with him, you probably wouldn’t be too disappointed if it didn’t happen tonight. You were happy enough just to sleep next to him. Still, if there was any chance he might slip his dick inside you in the next hours that followed, you didn’t want to waste time on potential distractions. 

“Can we pass on the movie though?” you asked as subtly as you could manage. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to stay awake for it.” 

If he knew what you were doing, he didn’t let on. Instead, he nodded his head and started the engine. “Sure.”  

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You’d only been to Seokjin’s home a handful of times, but the smell of it was already an inexplicable comfort. A Diptyque fragrance diffuser, you’d found out last week, which was the brand he used for body fragrance too. The overhead lighting turned on automatically as you made your way further inside, and despite yourself, you felt fidgety. You didn’t want to feel this expectant, just in case you’d read things wrong, but every small thing felt charged. The way he took your bag from your shoulder, his fingers brushing over your clothed skin. The way his voice felt breathier, more intimate when he spoke. When he asked if you wanted a shower, you felt it between your legs, as if he was about to step in with you. He didn’t. He let you use his shower adjoined to his bedroom, while he used the master bathroom, the one you always peed in. 

You forced yourself to relax as you stepped under the water, a large square ceiling mount that felt wonderful hitting your skin, but you were careful to keep your hair dry. Relaxation wasn’t easy as you cleaned yourself with Seokjin’s shower gel. Every time your fingers grazed and brushed over your wet skin, you imagined how it would feel if it was Seokjin. Your nipples puckered immediately, and then you were back at square one. You needed to chill with the anticipation, so you dried yourself as quickly as possible and shoved on your pyjamas – a vest top and shorts set you’d had for years. Your seduction days were over after all. Then, you brushed your teeth. 

Seokjin wasn’t back yet as you stepped into his bedroom, and you let yourself look around – eyes only. The walls were eggshell white, the décor varying shades of grey, very minimal, very Seokjin. There was a rug underneath his bed, a bed that was absolutely massive, and could fit four adults easily – with space! The headboard was large and quilted, pewter in colour. 

One of the walls was entirely windows, just like downstairs, just like the room of the hotel that night. The blackout drapes were still parted, which was fine, because there were no other surrounding buildings at this height. 

You hovered for a moment, unsure what to do now, but the bed was like a beacon, and you needed to find out how comfy it was. It didn’t disappoint, the mattress practically moulding itself to your body, hugging you. Maybe sleeping was all you’d be doing tonight, with a bed this comfy. 

When Seokjin eventually appeared, he found you in the centre of the bed, covers lifted to your chin, with a contented grin on your face. “This mattress is heaven,” you purred, rolling about and making him laugh. 

He made his way over to the drapes, pulling them closed one by one, and you admired him in his black silk pyjamas, hair still half wet from the shower, falling in his eyes. Your gaze trailed down to his crotch, unable to help it, and you eyed his bulge, knowing for a fact he wasn’t wearing any underwear. 

Chill out, you reminded yourself, practically hissing it. If something happens, it happens. If it doesn’t, it doesn’t. 

He stepped closer, leaning over to dim the standing lamp that hung over one side of the bed. His side, you realised, because he lifted the comforter to get in. “Move over,” he nudged, as if the bed was a twin. 

You didn’t, and he met you in the middle, the warmth of his body instant, his legs brushing against your own. The last time you’d been in bed with him, you’d left like an absolute fool. Thinking of that night was a bad idea because it immediately roused memories. You took a steadying breath, praying he wouldn’t touch you further because you were sure you might come on the spot. Wherever his touch. Thankfully, he kept his hands to himself, and you went back to feigning casualness. 

“No, really. I’m never getting out of this bed.” 

“Sounds good to me,” he commented, and you realised what you’d just said. “Just say the word and I’ll get you this exact mattress.” 

“Tempting.” 

“It’ll be extra comfort for the baby,” he said low and persuading. 

“You can’t go using Glob as an excuse to buy me things.” 

He looked at you as if to say: can’t I? But then you stared him down and he gave up. “No, I suppose I can’t.” 

“What are you doing?” you asked, puzzled when he then lifted the covers and proceeded to peek inside them. 

“Just checking the pyjama situation. I thought there’d be a return of that white silky thing you wore a couple of weeks ago.” 

“Seokjin!” you cried, mortified he’d gone there. He grinned, finding himself funny, and tucked you back in. “I don’t actually wear that to bed,” you admitted reluctantly. 

“I figured.” 

“I was trying to…” 

“I know what you were trying to do,” he finished for you, amusement in his voice, and then he sighed forlornly. “I’m sort of sad you’re not attempting the same tonight.” 

Your pulse started going haywire, your mouth suddenly dry.  

“Today was a lot,” he said suddenly, totally changing the subject and throwing you off in the process. 

You swallowed. “I think it went pretty well. Imagine what would have happened if your mom found out Sunday instead?” 

“She said something about dad having to pick her off the floor,” he chuckled, settling into the pillows. 

“She did look like she was about to keel over.” 

As you laughed, Seokjin turned to face you, resting on his elbow. “When I told her it’s difficult to explain, I didn’t mean us. You know that, right?” He was serious now, watching you closely. You nodded, and he took a shaky breath. “This – You – are the easiest thing to have ever happened in my life.” 

Stunned to silence, and incredibly touched, you didn’t know what to say. With a soft smile, Seokjin shook his head slightly, moving to switch off the lamp. “You must be tired. Let’s go to sleep.” 

“No.” It came out louder than you’d intended, and he stopped, turning back to you. “We can stay up and talk for a while. I’m not as sleepy as I was when we got here.” 

He laid down again, chuckling. “What do you want to talk about?” 

The corner of your mouth slowly curved. “This mattress.” 

“That’s it. I’m ordering you one!” 

You shook your head, brushing him off. That’s not what you’d been getting at. “Has it been well used?” 

Seokjin simply stared at you, and when he finally spoke, he sounded suspicious. “If you’re asking if I’ve slept on it almost every night since I got it a year ago, then yes, it’s been well used.” 

“Not sleeping, Seokjinie,” you teased, using his recently discovered nickname. “You know what I mean.” 

“You’re asking how much sex I’ve had right here,” – he pressed the palm of his hand into the mattress, between your bodies, and pushed up and down, springs squeaking quietly – “on this mattress?” 

You laughed. 

“Zilch,” he answered simply. 

That shut you up. “Really?” 

“You’re surprised.” 

You were. Although, you didn’t know why. You already knew he hadn’t dated in a while and wasn’t one for casual sex. 

“Before that night, I hadn’t had sex in about eighteen months,” he continued, shocking you further. “Despite how I act around you, sex isn’t all I think about,” he finished with a joke, making you laugh while your stomach simultaneously did flips. 

“So this mattress hasn’t been christened yet?” you asked slyly. 

“Behave.” 

It was one simple, playful word, but it sent a shiver down your spine. 

“I was just saying—”

“And what did you say just yesterday?” he interrupted. He was closer than before, and you felt his knees brush yours. “That you needed to be told what to do?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t say I’d always listen,” you pointed out the clause, making him laugh. The tension that had been growing dissolved with the sound. “I just wanted to say,” you resumed, “that I hadn’t had sex in a while either. Maybe that’s why, you know, why it was so good between us,” you added awkwardly. “Because we needed to blow off some steam.” 

Seokjin smiled, his voice low. “I don’t think that’s the entire reason.” 

And just like that, the tension was back. Everything he was saying felt sexually charged. However, in this instance, you were talking about sex, so what did you expect? 

You shifted, your foot brushing his calf, the silk of his pyjama pants feeling mildly erotic against your skin. You were suddenly hyperaware of tonight’s facts. You were alone. No distractions. Here all night. 

“I was so devastated when I woke up alone at that hotel,” he shared suddenly, laughing at himself and rolling onto his back. 

You laughed too. “What, because you thought you were getting a round 3?” 

He tilted his head, considering. “That was like 30% of the reason.” He laughed again and winced when you whacked his chest, then averted his gaze, talking to the ceiling. “The rest was because I’d really wanted to see you again.” 

He was holding your hand, keeping it to his chest, and you could feel his heartbeat. The steady, sincere thump of it. 

“You did?” 

You heard him exhale. “This is going to sound pathetic. Maybe a little creepy actually.” He twisted, turning to face you again, your hands still threaded together. 

For some reason, you could feel your pulse in your ears. This felt like a big deal. A confession of some sort. He’d wanted to see you again? He’d never told you that before. 

“I went to that bar twice more afterwards, hoping you’d be there.” The silence that followed was heavy. Not in awkwardness, just…comprehension. When he realised you weren’t going to respond, he continued with a small, nervous laugh. “When I bumped into you again, you have no idea how happy I was. I thought it was some kind of sign.” 

You thought back to that day in the café outside his building. He’d called the moment serendipitous. At dinner he’d told you he’d liked talking to you that night. He’d openly admitted to enjoying himself. He’d been trying to tell you something, but you’d been awkward and then you’d fainted. 

“And then I ruined it all by telling you the real reason I was there,” you heard yourself whisper. 

Seokjin shook his head. “It was a shock, but it ruined nothing.” With his other hand he reached forward, cupping your stomach. “Despite it not being remotely how I imagined things to go, it worked out how I wanted it to in the end.” 

You inhaled and exhaled slowly, processing what he was telling you. That evening in his car, when he’d taken you home after you’d talked things over, he’d suggested you could be more. He’d been open to trying, and you’d just assumed he was doing it because he felt compelled to. The truth was, even after everything, the shock, the adjustment, the rebuff, he still wanted you. You. 

“Seokjin…” you breathed the two syllables shakily. You wanted to say so much, but what? How could you possibly respond in the way he deserved? 

It turned out you didn’t need to because he closed the distance to kiss you. His lips were soft when they captured yours, careful, hopeful, and you parted your mouth, kissing him firmer, wanting to reciprocate with actions because you were hopeless with words. You freed your hand from his to cup the side of his face, stroking fingers through his hair, and his hand moved from your bump to your hip, drawing you closer. His tongue found yours then, swiping and pressing, and things turned from sweet to sexual soon after. 

You moaned quietly when he rolled on top of you, parting your legs so he could settle between them. You gripped his biceps, then his shoulders, before running your hands over his back and down his sides. You wanted to touch him all over. The front of his pyjama shirt dangled between your bodies, the silky material tickling your stomach, and that’s how your hand slid its way up his torso, feeling the firmness of the muscles underneath, exploring him, your fingertips burning hot. He moaned when you grazed his nipple and you felt yourself light up, lifting your hips to grind against him, finding him already hard. 

He stopped abruptly. 

You watched in disbelief as he got off you, creating a gap between you as he laid down on his back and rubbed a hand over his face. He was breathing heavy, obviously turned on. You knew he was turned on because you’d felt his erection! “It’s late…maybe we should do this another time.”

Your first reaction was to yell are you serious?! Sexual frustration well, frustrating you. But then you looked at him, really looked at him, and everything made sense. He was scared you didn’t feel the same. He’d poured his heart out, admitted things he’d never told you before and you’d stayed silent. Granted, he hadn’t given you much time to reply, but maybe that’s why he’d kissed you in the first place. He was scared of your response. Maybe this entire time he’d been worried to take things further because he didn’t want to get hurt. He wasn’t sure of how you felt. Just like you’d had your doubts about his feelings too. But now you had your confirmation, and he deserved his. 

He needed reassurance, but more than that, you wanted to give it to him. 

“Seokjin,” you said softly, moving close to him. He looked at you, eyes conflicted, still clouded with desire. “This… Us. It’s real for me.” Desire softened into something else, and you took his hand. “I’m so happy I got pregnant, because if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have gotten the chance to get to know you. To have you in my life.” 

“Really?” The word sounded choked. 

Nodding, you continued. “We might not have had the same thoughts in the beginning, when I left that hotel… but now,” – you stared him straight in the eyes – “Now I know exactly how I feel.” 

And there wasn’t a single scary thing about it. In fact, it came easy. He was easy for you too, the easiest thing in a life you liked to make hard for yourself most of the time. 

Your hand moved to hold his face as you leaned in to kiss him with complete sureness. He held you there, puckering his mouth against yours, threading one hand into your hair at the back of your head while the other cupped your neck, and then he pulled back slightly to smile. A beautiful, earth-shattering smile, that made you feel carefree and happy. You matched it, laughing softly, and then you were kissing like you’d never stopped. 

You found yourself pressed against him, a hand running up his chest, under his shirt, and you wanted to touch him everywhere, you wanted to make him feel good, hear him grunt for you. You cupped his crotch, and he did just that, his hand sliding from your neck to your ass and squeezing. He felt so big and solid in your hand, so you squeezed him right back. He took a ragged breath, and flipped you onto your back, making you squeal in shock, your legs wrapping around his waist. 

He kissed down your neck with fervour, being purposely noisy about it, making you both laugh, and it felt as though your face might split with how big you were grinning, with how happy you felt. 

His head popped up, just as happy, plump lips shiny and wet. “Are you sure you want to do this right now? Because I guarantee we won’t be getting any sleep tonight if the answer’s yes.” To clarify, he circled his hips against yours. You clenched in anticipation. 

“I’ve been wanting to do this for weeks.” 

“Ah yes, the horny trimester.” 

“No, I think it’s just you,” you said simply. “You drive me crazy.” The words had barely finished leaving your mouth and he was on you again. 

“Ditto,” he said against your lips, voice thick, and you laughed breathily – all you could manage, because he was kissing down your throat, nibbling at your collarbone, nosing the strap of your tank top down one shoulder. His hand cupped one breast over the fabric, and even though he was barely touching you, you felt it everywhere. How long had you wanted to feel his hands on you? Forever, it felt like. 

He lifted back and stared at your chest. “To answer Yuna’s question, I have definitely noticed how big your boobs have gotten. I always thought myself more of an ass man, but these could change my mind.” 

“Shut up,” you laughed, pushing at his shoulder, but you couldn’t deny you liked what he’d said. 

He carefully slid the other strap down, keeping his eyes on yours. “Can I?” 

You nodded, and he tugged at the material until your boobs were revealed. Your nipples grew even harder under his gaze. “I’ll be gentle,” he promised. 

“They’re really not sore anymore.” 

“No?” He cocked an eyebrow. “So, I can do this—?” He slightly squeezed the left one. “This?” His thumb and forefinger toyed with your nipple before pinching it softly. You watched the entire time, mouth parting with a silent moan. He leaned down, his eyes looking up at you as he descended. “What about…” When his mouth wrapped around your nipple, you arched into his chest, closing your eyes as you felt his tongue lave the sensitive bud. 

He massaged the right breast with his hand, not wanting to neglect you in anyway, while his tongue swiped and flicked and sucked the luckiest one, and there was a moment where you thought you might orgasm just from his mouth on your tit, his name desperate from your lips, but then he pulled away, one last suck to your nipple, and you had to catch your breath. 

His fingers were under the hem of your top then, and you sat up as best as you could, feeling a little boneless, wanting to help him take it off. However, just as he was pulling it over your stomach, you suddenly felt self-conscious. It was silly, you knew that, but you heard yourself telling him to wait. He did, stopping everything. 

“What is it?” he whispered in concern. 

“It’s nothing. I just…I look…a little different than last time.” 

Again, it was silly because Seokjin had already seen your bare stomach, stroked your bump, murmured to Glob, but now he was going to see all of you. You’d never given much thought to your body before pregnancy, but things were different now, when the changes were so often and obvious. 

“____,” he murmured, holding your face in his hands. “You were beautiful and sexy then, but you’re even more beautiful and sexy now.” He spoke so sincerely you didn’t know how to respond. So you kissed him, letting out a shaky breath against his lips. “So beautiful,” he continued to murmur. “So sexy.” He kissed you softly, your tongues swiping together. 

Your hands gripped your tank top, reaching to pull it off and he helped you, kissing you deeper and getting you on your back. Your fingers laced in his damp hair as he kissed down your neck, your chest. “I adore everything about you,” he confessed as he moved down your sternum and across your bump. His mouth was everywhere. 

He pecked just above your belly button, addressing your stomach and making you laugh. “Glob, if you aren’t already asleep, close your ears.” 

Just because you were, well, you, you’d already googled sex while pregnant, and found out that babies actually spent most of their time sleeping, and any type of movement from you helped lull them. Right about now, Glob should be sound asleep after all the writhing you’d just done. 

You dug your nails into the back of his shirt, pulling impatiently. “You too.” You wanted to see him too.

Sitting up on his knees, he started to undo the buttons, getting impatient halfway through and ripping it off over his head. Your hands immediately shot up, touching as much of his beautiful skin that you could reach. Not that he gave you much time, already getting your shorts over your hips, pausing once to squeeze your butt. “You really do have the greatest ass,” he sighed happily, before continuing to strip you bare. 

Once you were naked, he simply soaked you in, your earlier bout of self-consciousness forgotten. He was mesmerised by you, just like that night, his hands roaming your thighs, your hips, and back down again so he could part your legs. Feeling his fingers at your entrance, coated in your arousal, he slid them up your folds. You gasped at the sensation, knees attempting to clinch together. Your clit felt like a live wire. Sergio the Vibrating Dildo was about to become obsolete. 

Seokjin slowed down, the pads of his fingers stroking you. Even that felt amazing, and you gasped again, or maybe it was a moan this time. You relaxed against the pillows, watching him begin to descend. He met your eyes, and he didn’t need to ask, you communicated silently, your legs, bent at the knee, parting further, giving his shoulders all the room they needed. The first kiss against your clit made you tense up, unsure if you knew what to do with this amount of pleasure. It had only been a few months since you’d last had sex, but it might as well have been years. Every slight touch felt intensely pleasurable, the way Seokjin moaned against you sending shockwaves throughout your body. His tongue licked you, firm and slow and you thought you said the word please, begging him for what, you didn’t truly know. To speed up? To slow down? When he slowly sucked your clit into his mouth, you cried out and reached for his hair, making him grunt, sending more vibrations up your trembling body. He redoubled his efforts, encouraged by your reactions, and you felt his fingers at your entrance. He pushed one inside, sucking again on your clit, and just like that, it was done. You came suddenly with a choke, every muscle in your body tensing up, toes curling into the sheets. 

Still throbbing against his mouth, Seokjin slowly pulled away, sliding his finger out of you before he’d ever had the chance to unleash its skill. Disappointed but still wholly satisfied, you slumped, your body warm and tingly. You looked down, catching Seokjin’s eyes over the hint of bump, and he let out a short, extremely amused laugh. You joined him, but yours was weaker, breathier. 

“My ego is about to go through the roof.” His voice quivered with how turned on he was, thick and shuddering straight up your spine. 

“It wasn’t you. It could have been anyone down there,” you lied, making him laugh again. 

“I’ve been neglecting you. I’m sorry,” he whispered stickily against the inside of your thigh, trailing kisses up the soft skin. He pressed a featherlight against your clit and you squirmed. 

“N-not again. I’m too sensitive.” 

“That’s not fair.” He kissed your hip bone, and you ran your fingers through his dark hair, liking it when he nuzzled into you. “I’ve been dreaming about going down on you. It can’t be over just like that.” Your breath hitched. “Let me make you cum again…” 

You relaxed instantly, feeling his mouth on you, carefully missing your clit, his hair tickling the inside of your thighs. He took it slow, easing you into it, working you up, kissing you delicately and softly sucking your folds into his mouth, one of his hands reaching up your body to caress your chest, his eyes on you the entire time, watching you start to come apart again. When you felt his tongue at your entrance, your mind just shouted MORE, and he helped you hook your legs over his shoulders, fumbling in desperation before pulling you into him. His nose nudged your clit as he pushed his tongue inside you, curling it, pressing it, shaking his head from side to side when you moaned. 

Without realising it, you’d sat up on your elbows, needing the perfect view, wanting to watch everything, and you cradled his face with your hand, stroking his cheek, his ear, his hair. Panting as he broke away, he quickly latched onto your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue, pushing two fingers inside of you, and increasing the speed when you started rocking and jerking your hips into his face. Everything sped up then. 

“Oh—God!” you choked out, collapsing on to the bed, sobbing his name. He moaned, eagerly still going, and you couldn’t believe you were coming again, this time the feeling ten times more intense than the first time. You gripped his hair, nails dragging across his scalp, holding him to you and pressing into his face as your clit throbbed against his tongue. 

You were panting for breath by the time the high of your orgasm faded, unsure when he’d stopped licking you and fucking you with his fingers. You stiffly let go of the hair bunched in your fist, a pang of guilt hitting you when you realised you might have been too forceful. You’d been this close to suffocating him with your vagina! But if you had hurt him, he either hadn’t noticed or had extremely liked it, because he practically launched himself at you in the seconds that followed, kissing you like he’d never done it before. You could taste yourself, feel how wet his mouth and jaw were, and you got frustrated when you couldn’t press yourself against him like you wanted, fearing you’d squash your baby. (When you really wanted to get squashed by Seokjin.) 

Your hands ran down his chest, slick with sweat, before you slid one into his pyjama pants, feeling him rock solid and big and thick, and everything you wanted. Even now, two orgasms down and mildly spent. If you didn’t feel him inside you in the next sixty seconds you were going to scream (or cry). 

“Seokjin,” you whined, stroking him firmly, squeezing the hot flesh. 

“I know, angel” he murmured shakily, his lips against yours. You wanted him to call you that always. “I want it so bad.” You felt yourself flood, even wetter than you’d been at the start of all of this. 

He kissed you one last time before moving back to rip off the last bit of clothing. It joined the bed covers bunched up at the end of his bed, and then he was on you again, kissing you in desperation, and you were kissing him desperately right back, clutching his face to yours as you felt him position the head of his cock up against you. Instead of pushing in, he slid himself up your slit, coating himself in your arousal. You shuddered, still sensitive, but your legs spread reflexively, clenching in anticipation. You were both breathing heavily, hearts racing, but you swore yours stopped beating when you finally felt him start to push inside.

He gave it to you slowly, for maybe both your benefits, the stretch so glorious it might have brought a tear to your eye. Apart from the slight initial sting, your body welcomed him, your insides hugging him tight, gripping and squeezing around him. Yep, Sergio was definitely taking early retirement. There was nothing better than real life dick – No, fuck that. Seokjin’s dick. Hot and throbbing, and so hard inside you it felt as through you could feel every vein. 

He cursed softly once he bottomed out, his head falling forward, and you kissed his sweaty forehead, then down the bridge of his nose, his lips when he lifted his chin. Adjusting himself on his knees, he carefully drew back, to the tip, and then pushed back in. Repeating immediately, then over and over again, gradually picking up the pace. You gripped his shoulders, moaning as you kissed, each drag of his cock better than the next. 

You wanted to take this slow, you really did, because you’d wanted it for so long, but it was because of that want, you couldn’t help but bring your hips up to meet his, urging him to go faster. You already knew how well he could slam them, how well he could pound into you, and all it took was a needy please, and he folded like a piece of paper. He didn’t fuck you like one though. You moaned loudly, more sounds leaving you uncontrollably, matching his, as he thrust over and over again. 

“Seokjin, harder,” you begged, just needing a little more. If he kept hitting you at this angle, you’d come again. 

“Sure?” he panted, his hips slowing a bit because he was having difficulty moving and talking at the same time. “I-I, fuck—” He broke off as you ran your nails down his back, the sensation making him shiver “I don’t want to hurt you, ____.” 

“I’m fine,” you reassured, voice strained with pleasure. He was nowhere close to flattening you or Glob. Then: “I’m close again.” 

With a groan, he listened, thumping into you until all you could hear was the slapping of skin, the squelching of his cock inside you and the way you both panted and moaned and grunted in pleasure. It was like a very crude, very hot, symphony, and you watched one another as you came apart for him a third time. It made him finish too, spilling inside you with a muffled shout, his face dropping to your shoulder. 

His entire body slumped, but he was still careful not to press into your stomach, and you wrapped your arms around him, feeling him still shuddering from his release. He kissed your neck, your earlobe, before you found one another’s mouths, kissing softly, then deeper, with tongues. 

When you finally broke away, Seokjin chuckled. “That was a lot quicker than I’d imagined.” 

“What do you mean? It was fine.” 

“Fine?!” he cried, cutely outraged. 

His hair had been pulled by you all angles, his full lips kiss bitten. He looked so good like this, and you couldn’t help but gaze up at him, admiring him freely. Even as you laughed at him. “I mean, the length of time was fine. The sex,” – you paused for affect –  “was amazing.” 

He hummed in agreement, reaching for your mouth again, his hands gripping your hips. You lost track of time, just simply touching and caressing one another, talking softly, the latest night you’d had in months. Eventually desire struck once more, and you were wet, and he was hard, and you needed to feel him inside you all over again…

The second time you had sex was slow and tender, and equally as amazing as the first, and when it was over, you drowsily cleaned up before drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms. 

Written 2022. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2022

[floralseokjin]

⤑ 9 months to fall in love 1.

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 5,098

warnings/includes (!) brief discussion about abortion, discussion about unprotected sex, mentions of vomiting 

⟶ ao3 link 

*inspired by the manhwa ‘Positively Yours.’

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Sometimes in life you can find out a piece of news that just hits you for six. Or maybe you experience something that doesn’t feel real. It’s happening, and deep down you know it’s happening, but your brain is telling you it can’t be happening. It’s some sort of coping mechanism, obviously. How your body and mind try to protect you. The situation so surreal, it feels like a dream. A nightmare that you’ll eventually wake up from soon enough. 

You were no stranger to that feeling. There had been a handful of times throughout your life where you could recall it. However, no matter how many times you had experienced that horrendous, jarring out of body experience, you couldn’t seem to get used to it. In fact, it only seemed to get worse each time it happened.  

In front of you right now, on the bathroom countertop, placed one under the other, were three pregnancy tests. All three showed two pink lines. 

Nothing made sense. You were on the pill. You had a system. For three weeks out of the month you took the same-coloured pill every day at 8am. On a weekday, that would be just before you left your apartment for work, and on the weekend, an early riser, you swallowed it the same time you had breakfast. On the fourth week, you bled. For usually no more than three days. It was such a given, that you no longer even thought about it. You just grabbed the foil packet, popped one pill out and swallowed it.

Nothing. Made. Sense. 

The only thing you could think of was that you were extremely unlucky. Part of the 1% that fell pregnant. That, or you somehow misplaced enough pills to mess everything up. Misplaced them between the time you popped them out of their tiny foil bed and before you got them into your mouth. Impossible. So, just unlucky then. 

If it had happened last month, you wouldn’t even have been remotely worried about not getting your fake period on time. It happened. Even if your cycle tracking app said for you to expect it on Friday. But well, this situation had been a bit different. An Oh God, maybe situation. An Oh no, what if situation. 

Three weeks ago, for the first time in a long while, you’d had sex.   

So, despite the statistics, being pregnant was still a possibility. No matter how miniscule. 

Which was how you got here. It was a Saturday afternoon, and you were supposed to be meeting your father and stepmother for a family dinner in a couple of hours. You couldn’t go now. You weren’t functioning properly.  

You could not be pregnant. It just wasn’t an option. You’d spent the past few years telling yourself you probably didn’t even want children. No, actually, children just weren’t for you. Not because you didn’t like them or anything, that wasn’t true at all. You just couldn’t picture yourself actually being a mother. It was like imagining yourself as a brain surgeon or an astronaut. And if the situation ever did present itself (having a child, not performing complex brain surgery or shooting off into space…) it would be at a point in your life where you were ready for it. Preferably, you would be in a committed relationship, maybe even married. Not single and carrying the baby of a stranger you met at a bar. 

You didn’t even know his surname, for crying out loud! 

You eyed the pregnancy tests one last time before shoving them back inside the box they came from. The words on the front ridiculed you. Triple Check Pregnancy Combo Pack. 

Looks like you were 300% pregnant. 

“So, Jimin wants a small wedding, but like I told him, you only get married once – well, not really anymore, but I only intend on getting married once, and so does he…” 

Yuna continued on but you’d stopped paying attention. It was a mixture of two things: 1. Ever since getting engaged a month ago, the wedding was all she was going on about, and 2. All you had been thinking of since yesterday afternoon was the fact you were pregnant. You didn’t have the capacity to concentrate on anything else. 

“____, are you even listening to me?” 

You blinked, the image of two pink lines disappearing from your mind’s eye to be replaced by Yuna, who was staring at you with mild concern. “Sorry, what?” 

“Are you okay?” she asked, frown lines forming between her eyebrows. “You’ve been acting weird since I got here.” 

Taking a brief moment to think, you decided something. You needed to tell someone, and she was the best possible option. In fact, she was the only option. “I found out something.” 

“Found out what?” You were being cryptic, and she didn’t appreciate it. Watching you get off the couch, she let out a confused noise. “Where are you going?”

Ignoring her, you walked into the bathroom and found the box you’d stuffed into one of the drawers beside your shower. Still feeling that it was all unreal, your footsteps felt heavy as you made your way back inside the living room. Standing in front of her, you emptied the contents of the box into Yuna’s lap. 

She picked up one test, staring at it in bewilderment and disbelief. “These are...” Trailing off, she turned the other two face up. “There’s no way.” Snapping her head up to stare at you, she exclaimed: “You’re pregnant?!” 

You managed to give the tiniest of nods. 

“How?” 

“Do I really need to explain the process of procreation to you?” 

Defeated all over again, you slumped down next to her. She stared at the tests as if they could answer all her questions. “But… When? Who? How?” 

“Remember a few weeks ago? At Begin?” 

You almost never went out drinking anymore, but three weeks ago after learning something at work, getting drunk and forgetting about your troubles seemed like the only viable option. 

“Yeah, sure. You were in a really shitty mood with me for no reason – wait,” Yuna’s eyes widened. “Oh, my god, you hooked up with somebody?” 

“It wasn’t a hook-up.” 

Hook-up insinuated something else entirely in your eyes. You just didn’t know what. At nearly thirty, it wasn’t a word that suited you. But yes, you had been in a shitty mood with her, through no fault of her own. In a funk and feeling sorry for yourself, momentarily you’d selfishly been jealous that your best friend was happy and in love. Not that to be happy you needed to be in love, but at that moment in time, it had truly felt like that for you. Three weeks on, not so much, but the surprise news of pregnancy was really encroaching on said happiness all over again. 

“But you had sex with somebody,” Yuna pointed out. 

“Well, yeah, obviously.” 

“Somebody who was a stranger?” she asked carefully. 

You were unsure what she was insinuating. Maybe she imagined you calling one of your (very fleeting) exes, because the other option was impossible to believe. 

“I know his name,” you begrudgingly replied. 

“I can’t believe this! You slept with a stranger! You had a one-night stand!” Her voice had reached unbearable volumes. You tried to shush her, preferring it if your neighbours didn’t quite find out yet, but she was uncontrollable. The pregnancy tests scattered across the floor as she jumped about. “This is actually the craziest thing you’ve ever done. It’s so out of character!” 

Then, pretty comically, her face fell as she met your eyes. 

“What’s the matter?” 

“I just remembered that you’re pregnant,” she said quietly, doing a complete 180. She reached for your hand, squeezing it. Your first instinct was to brush her off, you didn’t do well with intimacy like this, but for once it felt nice to know someone was concerned about you. Hesitantly, she asked: “What are you going to do? Keep it, or…?” 

You exhaled, looking at your clasped hands before responding. “Weirdly enough, getting rid didn’t even cross my mind.” 

If someone had hypothetically given you this exact same situation a few years back, a few months back even, and asked what you would do, abortion would have been very high on the list. It made sense. The father was a complete stranger who, before this predicament, you had no intentions on ever seeing again. In theory, even with the best-case scenario (you found said stranger and he wanted to be a part of the baby’s life) you would still effectively be a single mother on a one person’s wage. Your life would change forever. It wasn’t like getting a cat or dog. You had to look after this child for the rest of your life, even after they grew up and moved out. Being a parent was for life. That was a very big and serious commitment. 

Yet, despite all the reasons to not have this baby, and despite how surreal this scenario still seemed, none of it mattered enough. You had found out you were pregnant not even 24 hours ago, and now you had to prepare for it. There was no other option, you had made up your mind. Or something inside your body had made up your mind. You weren’t sure what body part yet. 

“I guess I’m keeping it… them.” Referring to your baby as it didn’t feel right. 

“How many weeks are you? Three? It’s not even a baby right now. Just a glob of cells.” 

“Yuna.” 

“What?” 

“You just called my baby a glob!” You actually felt defensive and offended. Shocked, you groaned, pushing your head back against the sofa. “Oh, god. This still feels so surreal.” 

“Tell me about it. My perpetually single best friend is now having a baby.” 

Perpetually was a bit of an exaggeration. You’d dated here and there over the years, and before that, during university, you’d been in quite a serious relationship, so it wasn’t like you’d been single your entire life. You just had…standards. No, actually, you just liked being alone. 

Yuna was still ranting on. “—before me! The woman who has been in a steady relationship for two years and has just recently gotten engaged” 

“Oh, I’m sorry, it’s not like I planned any of this.” Your sarcasm bit harder than you intended. 

“I know, I was only kidding.” Her voice was gentle, and she leaned down to pick up the fallen pregnancy tests, popping them back into the box. “Are you going to tell the…father?” 

Her pause for thought made the word seem ominous. 

“Of course. I just don’t know how.” 

Not telling him would be so incredibly shitty you’d never be able to live with yourself. In fact, it was never an option. Despite how the very idea of finding him and letting him know made you want to find somewhere to hide forever, it had to be done. He had every right to know, and then the rest was down to him. You would have done your part. 

“Are you still in contact with him?” Yuna didn’t give you time to even reply. “Oh my god, have you still been hooking up?” 

“No!” you exclaimed. “I haven’t seen him since that night. I left before he woke up.” 

She took a moment, forehead scrunched in contemplation. “How did it even happen?” 

“What? The sex?” 

She shook her head. “No. Well, yeah, I’d like to know that too, but no, the pregnancy.” 

In all honesty, you were still trying to work that one out. After an intense Googling session yesterday, all you had were theories. 

“Remember I told you about the dodgy sushi?” 

A couple of days before That Night, you’d eaten sushi for lunch. The next day you’d had to call out of work.  

“Oh, shit.” Realisation dawned on her face. “You were sick.” 

Yup, you’d totally forgotten the fact that vomiting could fry with the effects of the pill. Then you’d proceeded to have condom free sex the day after. It was either that, or you were one of the fewer than 1 in 100 who happened to conceive while on the contraceptive pill. Knowing your luck, you probably were. 

“But then… he didn’t use a condom?” Yuna was still going on. 

“He did.” You felt tense. You didn’t need a reminder of how dumb you’d been. “…the first time.” 

“The first time?” she repeated, eyes widening. “How many times did you do it?!” 

“Only twice,” you replied, aloof. “The condom broke the second time when he was putting it on, so I just told him it was fine to carry on.” 

“You did what?!”

“I know, but he said he was clean.” 

“You believed him?” 

“He believed me when I said the same.” 

You knew it was stupid, but potential STIs were now the least of your worries. This man had impregnated you instead. 

“This is why you don’t have sex while drunk. It fucks with your judgement,” she lectured. 

“I wasn’t drunk,” you corrected. “Not really. More tipsy than anything.” You remembered everything. From your poor attempts at seduction (which had obviously worked, bafflingly) to finding a hotel and well, what followed next… “It was the sex that fucked with my judgement.” 

Yuna raised one extremely intrigued eyebrow. “Was it good?” 

“Yeah.” That’s all she was getting. Before the whole finding out you were having his baby thing, the sex had been something you thought about while struggling to fall asleep at night. It had been more than good. Although maybe, it had just been a really long time since you’d gotten laid… 

“So good it knocked you up!” 

You shot her a warning look. It was still too early for those sorts of jokes. 

“So…how exactly are you going to find this mysterious stranger who’s great in bed?” 

Ignoring the last part, you shrugged. “He told me where he works. I spent most of last night trying to remember. It was some kind of animal name. Alpaca—”

“Alpaca Gaming Studios?” she interrupted, laughing. “He’s a nerd!” 

“He wasn’t a nerd, Yuna.” Besides, the only reason she probably knew the company was because of Jimin, her avid gamer fiancée. Who exactly was the nerd? “But yeah, AGS. I looked it up this morning.” 

You on the other hand knew nothing about nothing when it came to gaming. At first, you’d been positive it was Llama Gaming Studios, but then a quick search had told you you’d mixed up your fleecy four-legged animals. The Internet had also told you that they were part of the four lamoid species, which you absolutely did not need to know, but still spent ten minutes reading up on, because really, you just wanted a distraction from the whole surprise pregnancy thing… 

“So, what? You’re going to rock up outside the building with the news,” Yuna asked. “Oh, hey���” she stopped, looking at you expectantly. 

“Jin,” you filled in. It felt strange to finally say his name out loud. Well, you’d said it a lot That Night, but it wasn’t the same, and you didn’t want to think about it anymore. 

“—Oh, hey Jin, remember me from the other week? We met at Begin and hit it off. You took me back to your place?” She looked at you for confirmation. 

“A hotel,” you corrected. 

“A hotel!” she screeched, but got back into character quickly. Her impression of you was horrific, by the way. Your voice wasn’t that grating. “We found a hotel and had really hot, animalistic sex all night long—” 

“Not true.” 

“—Anyway, looks like your sperm successfully fertilised one of my eggs. Surprise! You’re going to be a dad!” 

With your hand across your forehead, you closed your eyes and whined. You were admitting defeat. “This is a disaster.” 

“It’ll be a shock for him, but if he’s a good guy he’ll come around,” Yuna was serious now, trying to comfort you. “You have.” 

Pah, not exactly true. You opened your eyes and found her staring down at you sadly. “I’m still in shock myself.” 

“You’re handling it very well, I must say.” 

“I just… Everything is just crap.” Puffing out your cheeks, you slowly let the air escape through your lips. “How can you even prepare for something like this?” 

“You can’t.” 

At least she was being honest with you. You smiled at her. 

“But you have me, okay? And Jimin—”

“Don’t tell Jimin yet.” 

“I won’t,” she reassured. “Just, if things go—If things don’t work out with this guy like you imagined, then you’ll have us for support.” 

That was a good point. How were you imagining things to go? How did you want them to go? He was a virtual stranger and now you were having a baby together. How could it work out? 

“We can be in some sort of triad co-parent situation.” 

“What?” 

She’d lost you. 

“You can come and live with us, and we’ll all look after little glob.” 

“They’re not a glob!” You couldn’t help it, you laughed. “And I’m not being in some weird family triangle with my best friend and her husband-to-be.” 

“Suit yourself,” she sniffed. “But remember that we’re­—I’m always here for you. No matter what.” 

Feeling oddly overcome with emotion, you swallowed. “Thank you.” 

“I love you,” she said, poking your stomach. “And I love glob now, too.” 

You wriggled away, and not just because I love you’s made you awkward. “Don’t touch my belly. I don’t like thinking about how there’s something growing in there right now.” 

Curiously, you lifted your sweater and looked down at your stomach. It still looked the same as it always did right now – obviously. Still, there was something alive inside of there. 

“It’s kind of freaky when you really think about it,” Yuna agreed. “You’ve created life and in 9 months it’s going to force its way out of you.” 

“They’re going to force.” But also, what? Force? She could have used a kinder word. 

“Glob,” she grinned, seeing you roll your eyes. “It’s growing on you, don’t lie.” 

You would never admit to such a thing. 

“So, should we start formulating a plan?” 

“A plan?” you asked uncertainly. 

“How you’re going to find and talk to this mysterious Jin! Did he tell you any other details about himself?” she asked excitedly, conspiring ready. 

To answer Yuna’s question, no, there were no other details. Well, none of any relevance anyway. The only information you needed was his name and where he worked. You had both those things. Granted, you only knew his first name, and his place of employment wasn’t exactly the easiest to visit. You couldn’t just turn up and ask for him at the desk. Still, the building address was common knowledge online, obviously, and in some sort of twisted fate, it wasn’t too far away from where you worked. A ten-minute walk actually. To think you’d always been in such close proximity was a little unnerving, especially knowing what you knew now, but at least you could use your lunch breaks to scope out the area. 

Admittedly that sounded as if you were trying to infiltrate the building, but that wasn’t the case. You just needed to pluck up the courage to call up the front desk and ask to speak to a Jin. Hopefully there weren’t multiple of them roaming around in there.

Conveniently, just opposite was a café, a window seat giving you the perfect view. 

On Monday you spent a little too long dithering with your cell phone in hand and had to abort the plan to rush back to your office, all while wondering if running was okay for someone in your condition. Glob on board, after all. And the thing was, you could probably get away with being slightly late anyway. 

You’d been working at Artkive for nearly two years by now. A small but growing graphic design company owned by one of your closest friends, Kim Namjoon. You’d met at your first job, the one before this actually, but Namjoon had left to start his own business. Once everything had been set up and had taken off slightly, he’d asked you to join. You had your reservations about working for your friend, but thankfully it had worked out perfectly. He was now known as Boss-Friend, as affectionate as you got with nicknames for your friends. (Yuna was BFF, which despite her protests of it being ‘too basic’, you argued it was in fact, the most heartfelt one...) Anyway, because Namjoon was your Boss-Friend, being five minutes late was probably allowed. Still, you shouldn’t start taking liberties. 

On Tuesday, you nearly chickened out once more. Time trickled by, your phone on the table as you switched between staring at it and then staring out the window at the AGS building. It was massive and felt as if it was looming over you. Impending doom. That’s all you could feel. You didn’t even know what you were going to say when you finally got a hold of him. You couldn’t drop the news via phone call, and if you said Hi, I’ve got something I need to tell you, his mind would immediately go to pregnancy, probably. Every guy’s worst nightmare. Oh God, what if he didn’t even remember you? 

With twenty minutes before you needed to leave and head back to work, you finally dialled the front desk number. It was no good stalling anymore or imagining worst case scenarios. He needed to know as soon as. What he did with the information afterwards was on him, not you. 

A friendly sing-song voice picked up, and your heart felt like it was going to beat a hole through your chest. “Alpaca Gaming Studios. This is Haram speaking, how may I be of assistance?” 

“Oh, hi.” Your voice was practically a croak. You forced yourself to swallow, throat tight. 

“Hello.”

An awful silence crept in while the young woman on the other end waited for you to continue. Immediately you regretted not typing up some kind of script. “Um,” you began, cringing at yourself. You tried to drone out the hustle and bustle around you. On the table next to you a man was complaining about how bland his coffee was. “I was just wondering, if it’s not any trouble…” 

“Mmm hm,” the woman – Haram – prompted, probably already getting impatient with you despite the pleasantness of the hum. 

Just do it! you screamed at yourself. 

You spoke quickly, aware of how silly your question was. “Could you point me in the direction of one of your company’s employees named Jin?”

There was a pause. 

“Jin?” 

“Yes.” 

Dread started creeping up your spine. This was the moment you found out that Jin the Stranger had lied about where he worked. Your baby would never know who their father was. Maybe he’d even given you a fake name. 

“Do you have his full name?” 

Haram’s voice was no longer friendly. If anything, she sounded guarded. 

“No, I don’t,” you said lamely. Embarrassment was hot against your face. Were you really about to try and explain your predicament to a stranger who manned a front desk? “See, the thing is…” Why, yes, yes you were. “I met him a few weeks ago and I have no way of contacting him other than here, his place of work.”

“I see.” 

“I can describe him for you?” 

“That won’t be necessary—” 

“He has dark hair.” You had begun, and you weren’t stopping. You needed to find this man. 

“I said there’s—”

“He’s quite tall, very broad and has a nice smile.” 

You knew this sounded like a fairly basic description, but you would never be able to do this man justice anyway. He was… extremely good looking, is what you wanted to say. But that seemed inappropriate. 

“Is this a prank call?” 

Haram now sounded pissed. Your eyes widened. “No,” you exclaimed. “Why would you think that?” 

The long, impatient sigh you heard on the other end of the call made you wince. “The CEO is a very busy man, and he doesn’t take calls from just anyone.” 

Wait, what? You made a face, baffled. “The CEO? I don’t want to speak to the—”

“I suggest you find another way to contact him. Although, some advice,” – Haram now sounded snarky as hell – “with so little information it seems as though he didn’t want you to do so in the first place. Goodbye.” 

The sound of her hanging up hardly even registered. Her rudeness didn’t even bother you. And the fact you were in a crowded café wasn’t an issue anymore. All you could think about was what she had said. 

The CEO is a very busy man. 

I suggest you find another way to contact him. 

Impossible. She must have mistaken your Jin the Stranger with this apparent Jin the CEO. 

You felt dread wash over you. Oh, no. Gripping your phone tightly, you pulled up the Internet search bar, hitting the keys with force. 

AGS CEO. 

The page loaded and an unrecognisable name popped up. Kim Seokjin. Your split second of relief was short lived.

Kim Seok Jin. 

Jin. 

Your gaze flitted to the right, and you saw the picture. The man you’d had a one-night stand with was staring back at you. His dark hair pushed back, similar to the night you’d met him – although, it had ended up in disarray as the night wore on… His pretty almond shaped eyes, dark brown, the camera capturing the sparkle of them perfectly. The thick, sculpted eyebrows, that you had seen furrowed with equal amounts determination and pleasure… The warmth of his skin, how flawless it was. This man would never need photoshop.  

You hated that your first thought was: my memory didn’t do his face enough justice. Now was not the time to be admiring his beauty. You were in yet another crisis. The father of your baby was the CEO of a popular gaming company. Why hadn’t he said anything? You racked your brains. In his defence, all he had said was he worked at Alpaca Gaming Studios, you had assumed the rest. However, working at a company and overseeing the company were two totally different things. He had purposely chosen that wording, obviously. But why?

Well, it made sense. He wasn’t going to tell a stranger at a bar who he was, especially one he was planning on sleeping with. Probably because of a potential situation like you were in right now. Oh God, you felt panic bubbling up inside of you. This man was obviously very rich. What if he not only didn’t want anything to do with the baby, but wanted you to get rid of them all together? He could try to pay you off. 

You tried to tell yourself you were being dramatic, that you’d watched one too many dramas, but even as you tried to be rational, all kind of potential scenarios started swarming your mind. What if he was married? What if he wanted to buy your baby? 

Phone in hand again, you scoured various pages to find out anything you could. Birthday, age, place of birth, what university he graduated from. You found it all, and thankfully there was no information about a Mrs. Kim Seokjin. 

Phew, one potential crisis diverted. Just another God knows how many left…

You had resigned yourself to the fact that Café Cosy was now your regular lunch spot. (The name was pretty ironic considering cosy was the last thing you felt every time you entered.) At least until you manged to spot Jin coming out of the building opposite. Obvious that you weren’t going to be allowed to have a phone call with him, the only option left was to hopefully ‘run into him’ at lunch time. If that failed, you didn’t know what you were going to do, because the thought of hanging around outside the building waiting for him to get off work seemed like a step too far. Haram at the front desk would call security on you immediately. 

It was now Thursday, and nearly a week since you’d found out you were pregnant. Yuna had been on your case the whole time, bringing up Jin every chance she got. This morning she had told you over the phone: ‘You’ll have the baby by the time you get around to telling him.’ 

You felt guilty for not telling her what you had found out two days ago. You’d managed to justify not telling her about the one-night stand a few weeks ago only because you wanted to forget about it all together. (And look at how that had bitten you on the ass…) But this time, it really was for the best. If she found out Jin was a CEO, you’d never hear the end of it, and you were already stressed enough. Since finding out the news you’d had trouble sleeping, and because you’d read that too much caffeine was bad for the baby, you’d been avoiding coffee as if it was the plague. Exhausted and anxious, your appetite had disappeared too. It had been such a struggle to get out of bed this morning you’d cried in the shower. Although, the crying was probably due to a number of things. Did you really need to list them? 

Feeling defeated and staring at your pathetically nibbled blueberry muffin, you heard what sounded like your name being called, interrupting your train of thought. God, if it was one of your co-workers, you really couldn’t manage a conversation right now. Especially if it was Sera. You just weren’t in the mood for her, hadn’t been for weeks. 

You heard your name again, this time realising it was a male’s voice, and one you didn’t particularly recognise, although it made the hairs on the back of your neck prickle, for some reason. 

The owner of the mysterious voice got closer, you could sense their figure beside your table. Perplexed, you lifted your head and turned it. Slowly, realisation dawned on you, as you came face to face with the man you’d been so desperately trying to get a hold of all week. It felt as if your heart had stopped beating, seizing up to drop straight into your gut. 

Jin’s mouth stretched into a massive smile, and all you could do was stare. 

You’d been eager to find and speak to him for days, but now, faced with reality, you were struck with the extreme urge to run away. 

Written 2022. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2022