Jimin pouted his mouth while caressing the cute little bump on his stomach.

“Baby, you want your room to be blue, right?”

He asked his ‘bump’ with his cute eye smile.

Jimin looked up at his husband who wasn’t spare any glance at him at all and Jimin couldn’t help but frowned. His eye smile could be vanished just by looking at the unresponsive Yoongi.

“Min Yoongi!”

Jimin called his husband’s name once again.

“Hmm…”

Still, Yoongi was focusing at the NBA game on the flatscreen while crossing his legs comfortably on the couch. Still didn’t notice the pouting guy besides him was eyeing him with anger.

“Our baby want you to paint his room blue, navy blue to be more precise.”

Yoongi picked up Dorritos with the chopstick and opened up his mouth as large as he could to fit in the obviously more than one piece of dorritos.

Jimin sighed heavily at that sight. Yoongi had his weird way of eating snacks when he didn’t want his hand to get dirty with the crumbs. On the second thought, Jimin knew that Yoongi was just too lazy to get his up and wash his hands afterward.

“Jiminnie… He wants grey. OH YES ES! 3 POINTS ALL THE WAY!!!”

Jimin shooked his head to see Yoongi was jumping on the couch. Did Jimin just got married to a 5 years old kid?

“Yoongi!!!”

“WE ARE SO GONNA WIN THIS! Oh-yes, Jiminie?”

Yoongi sat down peacefully now because he didn’t want to waste his energy to jump for the first half time. He needed to safe his adequate amount of energy for the next half.

“I said, our baby wants his room to be blue.”

“Naah. Im sure he wants grey. Blue doesn’t reach our son’s level of swagness, Jiminie.”

“No! He wants blue!”

“How do you know that?”

Yoongi asked lazily while his eyes were following the game flow on the TV.

“Well, our baby kicked whenever I said ‘blue’…”

Yoongi couldn’t help but chuckle loudly and turned his head to the left to catch a figure of the sulking Jimin. He pinched Jimin’s left cheek softly for a miliseconds.

“Heh. Don’t lie, Jiminie. This is your first trimester. The baby wont kick yet…I read that somewhere.”

Jimin’s jaw was dropped by Yoongi’s answer because damn, when did his lazy husband got time to read about pregnancy and stuff?

“Yes. Yes. I lied but Yoongi, please…Let’s paint it blue?”

Jimin didn’t hesitate to hug Yoongi’s arm and rested his head on Yoongi’s shoulder.

“Jiminnie, we have to make it grey no matter what happen.”

“And why is that?”

“Well, I want to make sure that our son grows up as a swag boy from his infancy. We should man him up so that he wont get bullied in high school later.”

Jimin lifted his head and looked at his husband perfect’s side view.

“Hey! Why would you go that far? Just paint it blue. Okay? ~”

Jimin tried to plead with his cute tone. Usually, Yoongi would already raise his white flag but not this time. Not when they were fighting about their first child’s room.

There went the silence atmosphere and Jimin didn’t like it at all.

“Don’t come near me when I deliver this baby soon!”

“What?! Jiminie, you are being so absurd right now!”

“I don’t care! Make it blue if you want to be called daddy by my baby!”

“God! Do you even realize what are you saying?! You are denying my right as his daddy!”

Jimin covered his ears with both hands.

“LALALALALA! I DON’T HEAR ANYTHING!”

“Jimin, I already bought a grey Nippon paint yesterday.”

“WHAT?!! HOW COULD YOU YOONGI? WHY DON’T YOU TELL ME FIRST? IM YOUR HUSBAND! THE ONE WHO IS CARRYING YOUR BABY!”

Jimin screeched while pushing Yoongi’s shoulder away. Yoongi gulped before shutting off the TV. Jimin was using the ‘Im carrying your baby’ trump card so that meant this was a serious business! Dead serious.

“Jiminie, please. Sit down first and let talk this out.”

Yoongi softly pulled Jimin’s wrist when the boy besides him was about to get up from the couch. Jimin didn’t even look at him when he pushed away Yoongi’s hand on him harshly with a ‘tch’ sound.

“You wanna talk after you bought the paint? How thoughtful of you, Min Yoongi!”

Yoongi tried to reach for Jimin’s wrist once again but his pregnant husband was so agile and ran upstairs.

Yoongi heard the sound of the door being slammed and he knew, he had no chance of sleeping with his husband tonight.

#

It was Saturday morning when Yoongi woke up to the sounds of… God he didn’t even know what kind of sound was that possible to be. He got up from the couch (well. He was right. Jimin wont open the door last night.) and shuffled lazily to the kitchen.

Rubbing his eyes before wrapping his arms around Jimin loosely as he was worried if he was going to hurt Jimin’s little tummy.

“Morning, baby. Are you cooking or having a war? I could hear you cooking all the way from the hall.”

Yoongi chuckled softly near Jimin’s nape hoping his ‘good morning, baby!’ technique could simmer down his husband’ anger.

“Jiminie?”

Negative.

Yoongi was being ignored and he didn’t like it.

“Jiminie? Hey, talk to me…”

Still being ignored.

And this time Jimin even pushed Yoongi’s arms away from his waist and he walked to the dining table with a plate full of Kimchi fried rice in it. Jimin placed the plate on the table before motioning Yoongi to eat. Yoongi sighed before making his way to sit down but his heart broke once again when he was expecting Jimin to sit and have a breakfirst together but obviously Jimin just walked upstairs.

Yoongi facepalmed before propping his head on the table. He needed to do something or Jimin would treat him worse than today. At least Jimin served him a breakfirst today, but his little grumpy husband might not cook anything for him tomorrow!

Quick, Min Yoongi. ing rack your brain!

#

Jimin unlocked his phone to see a message from his husband who was probably walking back and forth downstairs anxiously. Jimin could able to draw the picture in his mind clearly how anxious his husband was being right now. Yoongi would walk all around the living room in his three quarter boxer, biting his lips and jammed his hands inside his pocket.

 

*Jiminie, my love…Im awfully sorry. Lets talk?*

 

Jimin decided to ignore the text. Jimin was not that easy to give up. Not with only 10 words via text!

 

*Love, open up the door for me please? Im right in front of our room now.*

 

Jimin smirked to see the a little bit longer message from Yoongi. Yoongi didn’t need to know that Jimin was not in their room but he was in their son’s instead. He futz around in the room, touching the baby crib. Touching everything in the room.

*Min Jimin, the love of my live, can you please open up the door and let me apologize properly? Please, baby! Im suffocating here…*

 

Jimin rolled up his eyes before typing something that would make Yoongi’s eyes getting bigger soon.

 

*No. Im giving you a silent treatment.*

 

Jimin smiled to see his own text. Short and direct and no stupid cute emoticon like he’d always do. But few minutes after no reply from Yoongi, Jimin’s smile slowly faded away. He bit his lower lips, thinking why Yoongi didn’t reply him. God! Was Yoongi planning to get out from their house and leaving him here all alone while he was pregnant for 3 months?!

Jimin stepped out from the room as fast as he could.

#

“Yoongi?”

Silence. There was no voice downstairs that was answering him back.

“Y-Yoongi?!”

Jimin voice started to crack and he could feel tears start to well up his eyes.

“M-Min Yoongi?!”

Another silence and Jimin was crying his heart out and making his way to sit on the couch. He stumbled here and there before he even managed to sit down. On the couch. The last place where he had sat that close to Yoongi.

“Y-Yoongi…Please-come back…”

Jimin didn’t bother to wipe his wet cheeks and kept sobbing like a little kid. He shutted his eyes so tight. Trying to imagine how horrible his life would be without- NO! Jimin couldn’t even imagine that.

Jimin curled up his body like a baby on the couch and he patted his little tummy.

“Baby, I-Im sorry that your daddy left us…Im sorry…So sorry…very sorry…”

Jimin kept repeating the sorry word again and again until he fell asleep with the fact that ‘Yoongi had left me.’ in his mind.

#

Yoongi leaned in to get a better look at his husband’s face.

“Jiminnie?”

Yoongi furrowed in confusion to see his husband’s wet cheeks. Did Jimin cry until he fall asleep? Yoongi kneeled down besides Jimin while his thumb was wiping the almost dried tears away. Yoongi didn’t overlook at Jimin arms that were wraping around his cute little bump and Yoongi couldn’t deny that he was so touched to see Jimin’s affection towards their son. He didn’t know why Jimin was here downstair. He didn’t know how Jimin ended up crying down here. But Yoongi was dying to show his surprise to his cute husband. Yoongi slipped his hand under Jimin’s knee before carrying the boy upstairs. To their room.

#

“Yoongi…?”

Jimin felt his throat was totally dry when he said his husband’s name. Jimin blinked rapidly to identify whether this Yoongi who was spooning him was a real creature. He didn’t hallucinate, did he?

“Hey, Jimin…You’ve slept for so long and it almost night already. Are you feeling okay? Are you hungry?”

Yoongi asked with his deep but soft tone. Jimin turned his body to face Yoongi before burying his face on Yoongi’s chest.

“Hey, Hey, whats wrong? Shhh! Jiminie. Are you hurting somewhere?”

Yoongi patted his husband’s back.

Yoongi felt Jimin was shaking his head and Yoongi could hear a small sniffle comes out from his husband.

“Y-Yoongi! I-I thought y-you left us…”

Jimin could barely let out his last sentence. He was so glad that Yoongi was there. There. Besides him. Hugging him. Jimin couldn’t help to cry even harder than before thinking how glad he was to see Yoongi.

“Theres no way on God green earth that I would ever ever leave you, baby! Why would I left you and our baby? I just went to paint shop to-“

Yoongi was interupted by Jimin’s cute little hands that were cupping Yoongi’s face.

“No! No, Yoongi! Im okay with any colour. We can paint it grey or even black! Anything! Anything that you want. Im okay, Yoongi!”

Yoongi let out a soft chuckle before planting kisses firmly all over Jimin’s face.

“Jimin baby, let me finish first. I was saying that, I went to the shop to buy the navy blue paint for our son’s room. So yeah, lets paint it blue!”

Another peck on Jimin’s lips and Jimin hugged his husband tighter than before.

“Yooyi, I huv you sho muf!!!”

Jimin muffled on Yoongi’s shirt. Normal people might not get it what Jimin was saying but not for Yoongi who had lived for almost a year with this cute boy.

“I know, Jiminie. I know…I love you too! Now, lets stop your cry, okay?”

Yoongi said while pulling up Jimin’s upper body to be in a more comfortable position. Yoongi even adjusted the pillow so that his Jimin’s eyes would be at the same level with his.

“Let me singa lullaby to our baby…”

“Hmm…Okay.”

Yoongi pulled the boy closer before leaning down to close the gap between his lips and Jimin’s right ear.

“Twinkle, twinkle little star~ How I wonder what you are~ Up above the world so high~ Like a diamond in the sky…Twinkle-“

Yoongi stopped when Jimin was giggling non stop. Yoongi was beyond than glad as he had managed to put a smile on his husband’s face.

Jimin put his fingers on Yoongi’s lips as he needed Yoongi to stop singing the second verse.

“Hihihihi! Yoongi, please stop! Your deep voice doesn’t match the nursery ryhme at all. You are going to give our baby a horrible nightmare down there!”

And Jimin continued laughing. Yoongi put on his fake annoyed face before kissing everywhere on Jimin’s neck.

“Ah! Yoongi! No! Hahaha! That’s ticklish! Stop!”

Yoongi only put a halt once he noticed that Jimin was about to fall down from the bed when the boy was avoiding Yoongi’s attack. God! He couldn’t imagine what could happen if Jimin did fall down. He quickly grabbed his husband’s waist and pulled Jimin closer to their original position.

“Okay…Okay. Suggest me a cute song that suits my DEEP voice then.”

Jimin laughed when Yoongi purposely made a more bass voice when he said the word ‘deep’.

“Hmm…The frozen song!”

“Which one?”

“The one that I like to sing when we were showering together!”

Jimin was already excited just to imagine that Yoongi was going to sing the song for him later.

“Okay! Okay! I got it. Ehem. Ehem.”

Yoongi cleared his throat eventhough he knew that wasn’t really necessary. Its not like he could change his 6 feet underground deep voice to become as pitchy as the mount Everest like Jimin’s.

“Let it go~ Let it go~ Cant hold it back anymore! Let it go~ Let it go~ Turn my back and slam the door! LALALALA- The cold never bothered me anyway~”

Yoongi quickly ended up the song because he didn’t even know the lyrics eventhough Jimin would always sings it live days and nights.

Jimin pecked his lips real quick with a soft giggle.

“That was so so cute, Min Yoongi! Thank you. But if you said that you are singing for our baby, why were you singing besides my ear? You should sing near my tummy, right?”

Yoongi smiled and leaned closer to Jimin’s ear. God. Jimin was getting the chill when he felt Yoongi was breathing near him.

“Hmm…Lets pretend like your cute little ear-“

Yoongi paused to give a soft bite on the boy’s ear lobe. As usual, Jimin was just so sensitive with such a small touch. He let out a strangled gasp. Yoongi just laughed. Jimin was so fun to be teased.

“Pretend that your cute ear as a microphone so our baby could hear me…”

Jimin smiled. How Yoongi’s brain worked was unexplainable.

Jimin gasped as he felt the cold air was touching his bare stomach once Yoongi lifted up his loose shirt. Yoongi put his index finger inside his belly button and that made Jimin to giggle histerically.

“Yoongi! That tickles me like crazy!”

Yoongi ignored his husband’s complain and kept poking Jimin’s belly button.

“Baby? Did you hear daddy sang for you earlier? Do u like it?”

Yoongi nodded his head, pretending like he was communicating with his son by telepathy.

“Oh, Jimin! Our baby said he likes it so much. He said my voice is just as sweet as sugar. I should sing for him more often right?”

Jimin sniggered before pouting his lips.

“Yeah right. How do you know that?”

“He kicked my finger earlier.”

“Hate to break your bubble Yoongi, but baby wont kick in the first trimester.”

Jimin smirked. Take that back, my lovely husband!

“Jiminie, Im sorry for being immature earlier…”

Jimin looked up at his husband. Wow what a quick transition of topic! Yoongi could flicker his emotion just like that.

“Nah. Its fine, Yoongi. I should say sorry too because I was being so so childish to bicker about something as trivial as that. But you know that I love you so so much, right?”

Yoongi pecked his husband’s soft lips.

“I got an idea, baby. We paint it blue for our first baby and grey for the second. Hows that?”

Jimin blushed like crazy before slapping his husband’s arm on his waist.

“Yah-Yoongi! Where’s the fire? I havent pass the first trimester yet and you are already thinking about abusing my body for the second time?”

Yoongi laughed before kissing his talkactive husband. They kissed until Jimin was suffocating for air. Yoongi pulled away because he didn’t want to risk his pregnant hubby.

“Don’t worry, Jiminie. After you labor the first baby, we’ll start our second project right away. Promise?”

“Yah Yoongi!”

“Sokay, Jiminnie. I’ll make it quick and less rougher than the first one.”

“ert!”

“Grumpy.”

“Lazy !”

“Cute .”

And Jimin yelped when Yoongi squished his .

“Yoongi!”

“Yes…Jiminie, my little baby?”

Yoongi’s tone was so cheerful like he had so much fun teasing the boy.

“Stop squishing my all of sudden or I wont make you another baby!”

Yoongi laughed and tangled their legs together.

“Okay. I’ll let you know when I want to touch your cute next time.”

Yoongi was waiting for his boy to lash him out but he was replied with a soft snore. His husband must be so tired to suddenly daze of like this. He kissed the boy’s forehead and pulled up the comforter to cover both of their body from the cold.

“Goodnight too, Jiminie. I love you!”

 

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I KNOW IM BEING RIDICULOUS. HOW THE HELL DO U KNOW THE BABY GENDER IN THE FIRST TRIMESTER BUT THEN IF DEFYING SCIENCE GOING TO MAKE MY STORY FLUFFY, THE BE IT. HAHAHA