Jungkook woke up feeling cold at 3 in the morning. He looked at his side in his bed and frowned at the disappearance of the familiar warm body beside him. He propped himself up on his elbows, yawning slightly.

He turned his head to towards the slightly opened door and caught the light coming from downstairs. He dragged himself out of the bed, almost tripping over the blankets in the process. Groaning, he descended the stairs with eyes closed, knowing the way by heart.

The sounds of metal cackling with glasses and munches coming from the kitchen snapped him out a bit from his daze. He popped his head into the kitchen, instantly spotted the sight of his husband slurping on a big bowl of spicy instant noodles.

He quirked an eyebrow. “Babe, what’re you doing?”

Taehyung stopped midway from sipping the soup instantly from the bowl, eyes darting towards the caller. He hummed in response as his mouth was still filled with soup.

“Oh hey. Did I wake you up?” He asked after gulping down the whole soup in one go, placing the bowl on the marble round table with a loud thud. He grinned at his sleepy husband, patting at the left space beside him to usher him to sit down.

Jungkook soporifically slumped down beside the latter and planted his cheek on the cold table, watching the brunette as he breathed in another bowl of strawberries, coated with tuna?

“What kind of an eating habit did you get yourself into this time?” Jungkook mumbled, obviously tired from the lack of sleep but he couldn’t resist watching his husband eating so adorably.

“I don’t know, it just happened. But I didn’t know strawberry could taste so good with tunas!” Taehyung piped, dipping a huge strawberry in a small bowl of tuna before popping it into his hungry mouth. He moaned in delight and Jungkook couldn’t help but smiled.

“You’ve been eating weird things recently. You even ate food that you don’t usually eat.” Jungkook informed.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow as he at his index finger. “What food?”

“The pineapples you hated o much, you started eating it in a great proportion, not just that, even other sorts of sour fruits. You even ate so much that I myself couldn’t bear to see. Like right now.”

The ravenette snatched the cold nachos from being further stuffed into the latter’s mouth and the offended male pouted at him.

“God, how much can you eat? It’s not uncommon for you to eat in huge proportion but this is getting out of hand.” Jungkook pushed aside the rest of other food on the table towards the edge, far from the forever hungry male’s hands.

“It’s like you’re craving.” Jungkook joked. Taehyung’s pout resembled that of a duck’s beak already.

“So what if I am? This kid…” Taehyung snarled and sulked, crossing his arms over his chest in protest. The husband grinned.

But in a flash, Taehyung’s sulky face changed to a cheerful one and he looked at the younger, grinning from ear to ear. “Kookie~” He cooed suddenly, scooting closer to him till their side flush against each other, and wrapped his long arms around the younger’s lean waist, chin rested on his shoulder.

Jungkook rolled his eyes jokingly, knowing exactly why the sudden change of behavior. “What is it now, bae?” He slung one arm over the latter’s shoulder, bringing them impossibly closer. He placed soft kisses on the male’s locks and felt the man giggled.

“I just wanna cuddle with you.”

Jungkook smiled.

 

 

 

“Am I getting fat?”

Jungkook’s hands halted from fixing his tie and stared at the awaiting elder as if he had just grown two heads. Taehyung looked a bit offended at the look as he got off from the metric system. “What?”

“Why? Did the food finally get you or something?”

Taehyung pouted at the comment and for a moment, Jungkook thought the elder took his words a bit too seriously.

“Hey hey hey, don’t take it too seriously. I was joking, joking!” Jungkook quickly latched himself with the sulking male, placing kisses non-stop on his temple. Taehyung looked up at him with his round dark eyes. Jungkook grinned a lopsided grin.

“Even if you are, you’re still pretty.” Taehyung shoved at his shoulders. Jungkook laughed.

“Why? Did you gained weight or something? Cause you don’t seem like you did.” Jungkook eyed the other as the brunet raised his top upwards to reveal his abdomen. Taehyung poked at his own stomach and crinkled his nose.

“I think I’m getting fat belly.”

“I don’t think you are.” Jungkook walked towards him and rubbed his belly. Tahyung almost laughed because it’s ticklish.

“If anything, maybe it’s your bones that are heavy. Your waist is still small.” Jungkook circled his arms around the elder’s waist and pulled him closer, having the other’s eyebrow shot up in amusement and surprise.

“And I could still hug you like this.” Jungkook smirked and Taehyung clicked his tongue. “Eyyy, cheesy. I’m having cavities already.”

“And you love me!” Taehyung bonked his forehead with the other’s. “Of course I do.”

 

 

 

Taehyung shots up in the bed like a flash, it had Jungkook shot awake immediately from his sleep. He looked at the wide eyed elder beside him and concern flooded his mind. This has been going on for the whole two weeks, Taehyung waking up early in the morning like he was being attacked and groaning from stomach churnings.

“Tae, you alright?” Jungkook attempted to comfort the other but Taehyung just raised a hand to him, silently ushering him to be quiet. “Shhh…just—give me a minute.” Jungkook stayed still as Taehyung took deep breathe, calming down his sickness.

“Okay, I think that do—oh my god—” Taehyung clamped a hand over his mouth and he practically jumped from their queen sized bed, bolting towards the bathroom. Jungkook, clueless, soon heard the sound of vomit and groan coming from the elder.

“Baby, you okay?” Jungkook rushed towards the male, who was throwing out all of his dinner into the toilet’s bowl. He knelt down beside him, hand rubbing at the latter’s back soothingly.

Taehyung coughed out the last stinky smelly liquid and practically slumped weakly in Jungkook’s arms. The male ignore the scent as he flushed down the acidic waste and wiped his husband’s mouth with a wet towel.

“This has been going on for weeks now.” Jungkook brushed aside Taehyung’s locks from his forehead, noticing the dried tears trailing down his cheeks.

“I’m dizzy.” He murmured meekly, let Jungkook hoisted him up in his arms and carefully placed him in the bath tub.

“I know.” Jungkook replied and slowly tugged off the pajamas from Taehyung’s body. Some of the vomit got on his shirt and Jungkook wouldn’t risk any of them going to sleep with a smelly shirt on no matter how tired they are.

“We’re going to the clinic tomorrow. I’m gonna ask for a day-off from your employer so no arguing, ok?”

Taehyung couldn’t argue because he was feeling too goddamn tired and restless and lets the younger bathed him.

 

 

 

“Well, it’s pretty common for him to be having these sickness and all. Your pregnancy is at its early stage so you have to be extra careful in take ins and activities.”

Jungkook blinked his eyes rapidly at the doctor who kept on babbling on and on and his mind kept trying to process the surprising information given. Taehyung was half asleep against his shoulder so he didn’t pay the necessary attention to the young female.

“Wait wait WAIT. Stage? Symptoms? Pregnancy?” Jungkook’s mouth went agape and the doctor stopped her rambling.

“Err…Yes. Pregnancy. He’s been pregnant for seven weeks now. The vomit, restless condition, extreme cravings and constant mood swings are the symptoms. It has nothing to do with health problems of some sort.”

Jungkook’s eyes went blank. The doctor smiled knowingly.

“Congratulation, Mr. Jeon. You are going to be a dad very soon.”

And Taehyung was woken up almost dead because of a heart attack when Jungkook suddenly screamed and hugged him and spun him around in a bear hug.

 

 

 

“Kookie!”

Jungkook almost scraped the pen across the landscape he had drawn in shock at the sudden scream from the second floor of their apartment and he scrambled on his feet towards the caller.

“What? What’s wrong? Did something happen? Does your stomach hurts? Your water broke? Another cockroaches’ attacks? ARE YOU DELIEVERING ALREADY?”

“Jungkook, calmed down. Just because you can rap, doesn’t mean I can catch up with everything you said. God, are you a machine gun?” Taehyung waved his hand towards the panting younger at the door dismissively.

Jungkook almost melted because of the sudden relief rushing to him when he found out Taehyung was okay.

“Then what is it?” He sighed heavily at the cheerful male on the bed lying against the bed’s headboard despite his seven months of pregnancy and his face paler than usual.

“I want Double Dutch chocolate ice-cream.” Jungkook officially slammed his face at the mattress beside Taehyung, groaning.

“Bae, it’s 1 in the morning. How in hell could I found that ice-cream at this hour?” Taehyung lightly smacked at his head at his choice of word.

“Yah, our baby could have heard you.” Taehyung rubbed at his huge tummy and Jungkook huffed but keep calm.

“You could find it in the 24/7 convenient store, what’s the big deal?” The ravenette almost snarled at the elder’s remark because of course it’s a big deal going out in the cold in the ing morning just for a ing ice-cream is a deal.

But this is Taehyung we’re talking about. Jungkook love Taehyung and he would do anything for the older. Especially for the ‘another’ in him.

And Jungkook just sighed heavily as he hits the cold night for the hunt of the said chocolate ice-cream.

 

 

 

“Wow, you look fat.”

Taehyung scoffed at the comment and flicked a fries towards Jimin’s forehead and the said male winched at the flying food.

“Says that to the person who’s pregnant for eight months now.” Jimin pouted and rubbed at his forehead. His oversized shirt bulged with his thirty-eight weeks of pregnancy and he looked like he barely could stand up with his legs.

“How was he? Did you have to get out late at night because of his cravings?” Yoongi asked Jungkook as they both sat on the couch, silently observing the childish squabble of the two pregnant male at the dining table.

“Yea. Just for ice-cream.” Jungkook replied nonchalantly, sipping on his hot cocoa.

“I’m worst. Jimin actually craved for watermelon at 2 in the morning. Just because of a watermelon, a ing watermelon, I had to go door to door, like, what shop would actually opened to be selling watermelon. Like geez.”

Jungkook smirked into the glass. Taehyung was now laughing while stuffing chocolate coated bananas into his mouth as he talks with an excited Jimin. He smiled.

“Well, at least he’s happy.” Jungkook voiced out. Yoongi flashed a look at the sooo in love Jungkook before glancing forward to observe his own lovely husband.

“Yea, it’s worth it.”

 

 

 

“This is not good. AT ALL.”

“Breath, Mr Jeon. Breath in, breath out.” The doctor assigned to Taehyung’s delivery advised, comforting the panting male on the bed.

“This is not good this is not go—oh my god. Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmyinggod.” Taehyung cursed, threw his head back in pain.

“Tae, baby. Follow the doctor, I’m here, alright.” Jungkook lets Taehyung grabbed at his hand tight eventhough he felt like his hand would be broken any second if the latter didn’t let go of him.

“Kookie, babe, I love you but—” Taehyung took a deep breath before letting it out shakily, sweat rolling down his forehead to his neck and he casted a sharp dangerous look at his husband.

“If you put me through this again after this, I swear I’m gonna have the pleasure of killing you.” It was a threat, Jungkook felt it. But he shrugged it off coolly with a playful smirk despite the situation.

“No promises, babe.” Taehyung groaned before he let out a loud scream of pain. Jungkook flinched at the high pitch and worriment came flooding to his head at the sheer pain flashing across his husband’s face.

“He’s ready.” The doctor announced before ordering help from other nurses. Jungkook stood close beside Taehyung and kissed at the back of his shaky hand.

“I’m here.” He said again. Taehyung let out a shaky throaty laugh, sincere.

“I know.”

 

 

 

“Aren’t you a sweetheart?” Jungkook cooed, rocking the baby cradled in his arms back and forth with a weak Taehyung watching him interacting with his first born child with content eyes. Taehyung laid on his right side, smiling at the happy dad.

“You’re happy.” He said with a teasing tone, though both of them knew exactly what his real intention is behind his voice. Jungkook turned to flash a bright grin at the meek male on the bed and walked towards him.

“Hey, baby. Look at your mom—I mean dad, whatever. He looks so pretty even when he’s in this condition, doesn’t he?” Jungkook told, more like stated, and placed the barely awake baby girl beside Taehyung, who smiled in return.

Jungkook sat on his knees and crossed his arms over the mattress, rested his cheek in his arms as he observed the husband staring at his baby, feeling complete.

“I lied.”

Jungkook frowned a bit. Taehyung glanced up at him, smiling. “I don’t mind you putting me through all of that just now. But you’re gonna have to bear every single thing I do in return.”

Jungkook winked his eyes blankly. He hung his face low for a moment before he slowly clasped the male’s frail hands.

“I don’t think I want to, even if it meant not having anymore kids after baby.” Taehyung frowned at his statement, eyes searching for the younger’s eyes. Jungkook stared back, eyes swimming with emotions.

“You go through all those pain because of me. I’m sorry.”

It finally hits Taehyung. Jungkook as afraid he might be going through a lot worse scenario if he ever to get pregnant again. Taehyung couldn’t help but to feel touched by his concern and love. A love so great that he was willing to sacrifice not being able to have more kids to grow old with.

Taehyung sniffed. He brought Jungkook’s large hands to his mouth and placed vulnerable kisses to the latter’s hands, the baby quiet in his arms.

“Thank you, honey. But I don’t mind. Really.”

 

 

 

“Let’s marry our kids off to each other, how bout that?” Jimin suggested suddenly that had both Jungkook and Yoongi coughing on their coffee.

“Say WHAT???” They screamed in unison. Taehyung clasped his hands together in delight.

“Hey, that’s a pretty good idea. Those two those seem fit for each other.”

The four of them turned to look at the two 10 years old playing at the playground happily. The boy sometimes stealing some of the girl’s ice-cream but quickly shoved his own ice-cream into when she was close to tears.

“B-but…you can’t just marry them off like that! Let them decide for themselves when they’re old enough.” Yoongi’s and Jungkook’s father instincts kicked in instantly but were tuned out by the intense conversation between the other two.

“They’re serious.” Jungkook deadpanned practically no one. Yoongi slumped in his chair pathetically. “Looks like I’m gonna have to have the kid assigned into a boarding school after this.”

Jimin, obviously overheard him, snapped towards the pale skinned male and hissed. “Don’t you dare.”

The married couple argued over their little son and Jungkook sighed in his palm. A supposed to be a friendly picnic with his friends turned out to be a tensing battle over a kid. He sighed heavily.

Just then Taehyung silently scoots closer to his side and coolly laid his head against Jungkook’s shoulder. They both watched in silence as the Yoonmin couple went on and on about “You’re not taking away my baby!” and “He’s a boy he needs to know how to be a man from square one!”.

Jungkook sipped his lukewarm coffee in defeat until Taehyung told him.

“”By the way, I’m pregnant again so you’re gonna need all the rest you can get before I started again.”

And Jungkook almost died from chocking on his coffee.

 

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i normally don't write mpreg but this two seriously kills me