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After graduating from Seoul University, the partying didn’t come to an end until late summer. You and your best friend, Desiree, celebrated in the loudest and wildest clubs of the city for weeks on end. Tonight, for a change, you decided on a more laid back, sexy and high-class club.

It was one of your favorites, only appropriately clothed people were allowed in, the light was dim and the people were all looking at you with hungry eyes. You felt as sexy as never before, the bouncer already checking you out when you weren’t even inside the club, the barkeeper flirting with you and multiple men and women dancing up on you.

Nobody really lived up to your expectations, though. Until you felt a heavy gaze lingering on your dancing figure. He’d been looking at you more or less the whole night, hands loose around his whiskey glass and legs spread widely, oozing dominance and sex appeal.

Your friend had already decided to disappear with a mysterious man who snatched her up right after you assured her you’d be fine on your own. She gladly took the offer and hasn’t showed up since.

You felt the urge to invite the man, his face barely visible behind the shadow his fluffy, curly hair threw, only more prominent because of the lack of light. Fixating his eyes, you slowly made to disappear in the dancing crowd, hoping his interest in you was big enough for him to take initiative.

He didn’t disappoint. Smugly pressing his front to your backside, his hands holding your waist and your stomach, he whispered into your ear, “hiding from me?”

Hearing the glint in his voice, you pushed against him and purred, “wanted to see if you’d come catch me, handsome.”

You didn’t really know if he was actually handsome, you could only assume. His aura was appealing to you, that’s what was pulling you in despite not seeing his face properly. His gravelly voice groaned when you moved your hips with the music and simultaneously grinded into him. A bulge was already obvious, seemingly big and your mouth started to water up a bit at the thought of finally getting good dick.

The bit of alcohol you drank throughout the evening helped you be confident as you turned around and when his lips greeted you immediately, you gasped.

He tasted of the whiskey he was drinking, intoxicatingly good and his lips were warm and soft. You almost wouldn’t have parted from him, if it wasn’t for someone lightly tapping your shoulder.

Whirling around, you discovered Desiree, the man she slipped away with earlier behind her. Your companion decided to kiss up your neck and nip at your earlobe, making you almost moan as you asked, “what’s up?”

The airy tone of your voice was no surprise with the arousal you felt collecting in your underwear but it still made your friend and the man, whose hands were all over you, chuckle.

“Wanted to tell you that I’m heading out, but I’m seeing you won’t be missing me much, eh?” She grinned with mischief, making you smile and nod as approval. You waved, your short circulated brain wouldn’t allow you much more.

As Desiree disappeared with her lover once again, your attention went back to the devil at your hands, who’s captivating your lips once again. Pulling apart for a moment, forehead against your own, he pushed you into his groin and growled out, “gotta take you home, pretty. Make you mine, if you want to?”

The suggestion was delicious and you nodded quickly.

The ride in his car was a blur, you don’t remember much except that he’s probably loaded, considering the fact that he drove a red Lotus and asked a man in front of the club to “go fetch his car.”

It turned out that your assumption was correct, about him being rich. His apartment was very high up, which meant for a long lift ride and a long make out session with his hands sliding up the back of your dress teasingly slow. Once arrived in the apartment, your mouth went flying open.

It was huge, minimalistic furniture and decorations making it look even more spacious. There was a large window stretching across a curved wall, displaying the city skyline at night with its beautiful lights. You were struck in awe, not paying attention to the insistent kisses and touches from the mysterious man behind you.

Realizing that you don’t even know his name, you voiced your concern and he chuckled, “you won’t be needing my name, baby. Daddy works just fine.”

Your breath hitched, your arousal spiked and suddenly you were standing up straighter than ever. Noticing your stiff back, he retreated. “Unless you’re uncomfortable with that, of course.”

He stated it calm and firm and you gave it a thought. “No, it’s fine. I just…never did that.” Blushing, you shuffled from one foot to the other. He breathed out heavy and put his hands back on your waist to pepper more kisses on your neck and shoulder.

“While we’re at names… mind telling me yours, doll?” He hummed into your skin. You shook your head and murmured your name into the still air around you. He repeated it, letting the word slide off his tongue and humming happily afterwards.

“You’re not too drunk, right? I saw you only drinking light drinks,” he asked, concern lacing his voice.

You were feeling the buzz, just slightly. Were you sober enough? Yeah, definitely. Sure of yourself, you nodded, “I’m not much of a lightweight and I only had three drinks, I’m fine.”

To be frank, talking about consent in such a clear way before he went further than to tease and nip at your skin was assuring you, you felt comfortable with him, even without knowing his name. For the night, he was just a stranger.

Taking you to presumably his bedroom, he kissed you dumb and felt you up like he couldn’t get sated. His tongue worked it’s magic on your skin and while his hands were undressing you, the anticipation built up, wondering how they would feel when caressing your most sensitive spots.

He proved he was a man of skill with his soft tongue and lips on you and quickly worked you to your first orgasm of the night. Before you could even think of returning the favor, he finished undressing himself and reached into a bedside table to fetch a condom.

“Lube?” He questioned hushed and you breathed out an exhausted approval.

The night was spent with heavy breaths, giggles between moans and many kisses. He thrusted his dick into your pussy like no man had ever done and you were sure you’d be ruined for everyone who came after him. Screaming the name he chose for himself for tonight, you came a second time as he moved your legs up on his shoulders and didn’t seem to stop so soon.

To your side there was another window with more of the pretty view into the lit up city, the only light source in the otherwise dark bedroom. The nightlights made his bronzed skin shine beautifully as he thrusted his hips.

When he successfully brought you over the edge for the third time, he buried himself deep into your cunt and emptied his cum into the silicone. Out of breath, he kissed over your face as you both calmed down, slowly pulling out as to not hurt your already sore walls.

He threw the condom into a bin, you assumed from him standing up and the rustling noises that came from him moving about. The mattress sunk a little when he placed his knee next to you, carefully wiping the lube off your thighs with tissues and disappearing again to discard them as well.

Finally settling down under the blanket, he pulled you over to his side and cradled you in his arms. You stayed quiet for a while, enjoying each others warm breaths fanning your faces and sharing the warmth of his bed. Everything felt comfortable, but something didn’t feel quite alright.

“I hope to not push you with this, but I’d love to see you again, Y/N,” the man whispered into your hair. Smiling, you couldn’t disagree. “My name’s Kim Taehyung, by the way.”

“I’d love to see you again, too, Kim Taehyung.” You said, voice already sounding sleepy but still carrying the humor of your answer. “Can I sleep here tonight?”

He let you sleep at his place, confused by your non-existent reaction to his name. Have you not recognized him? Baffled, he shuffled into a more comfortable position as he heard your tiny snores. You looked like an angel in his arms, he couldn’t keep himself from kissing your nose.

When you woke up the next morning, the bed was empty, just like the rest of the quiet apartment. Next to you on the pillow laid a note, telling you that his manger called him, he had to leave but you should call him sometime. Smiling at the heart he left next to his initials, you took it with you on the search for your clothes.

Throwing them on, making sure to pocket the note into your bag and checking for your phone, you closed the door behind you and found your way to the lift and out the house.

You were definitely going to call him soon.

Over the next two weeks you’ve felt quite drowsy, not in the mood for anything and you supposed you were getting the flu.

Desiree called multiple times to check up on you, teasing you about the man you last spent the night with and asking if you already called him.

You haven’t.

Way too tired for no reason with an ugly mood, you didn’t want to interact with him in that state. You sent him a short message three days after, hoping to not come off clingy and attached. Something along the lines of “btw I’m Y/N from a few nights back! This is my number :)”

Just to make sure he wouldn’t think you forgot about him, of course. How would you ever do that, anyway. The man was gorgeous in bed, touching you in places you didn’t know existed and making you feel warm and glowing all over.

Not much like you do now. You’re waiting on your period, it hasn’t always been much regulated due to you not being on the Pill, but you could depend on the little Ps every four weeks, that you regularly scribbled in your calendar.

Well, that’s what you thought so until now. A tiny bad feeling lurked in your belly, the bloated stomach you sported and the constant feeling of fullness without eating putting an ugly worry in your brain.

But it couldn’t be what your bad feeling told you, Taehyung used a condom and you just couldn’t afford getting pregnant at this moment in life. Just graduated and still working your part-time job wouldn’t do for a stable family life.

Deciding that you needed to talk to someone, you rang up your best friend. She would know what to do.

“Come again, did you just say his name is Kim Taehyung?!” Holding your phone away from your ear, you let the screeching of Desiree subside. She prompted you to tell her everything from that night, insisting she’d be able to find out whether or not you truly could be pregnant or not.

“Y/N! You cannot be serious right now, this isn’t the time to joke around. Do you really want to act like you don’t know who that is?” Her voice reached high places and your brain was running empty. Why would you know him? You’ve met him at the bar and she knew that.

“Alright, please just google him. And I’ll come over, with a test.” Desiree hung up, sounding done with you, and after you searched up the man of the hour, everything made sense.

Leave it to you, not recognizing one of the biggest Idols of the world. You were in deep shit.

“What am I gonna do now? He’s going to think I’m crazy!” You were it to raise your voice this time, nervously walking up and down your bedroom floor, Desiree sitting on the edge of your mattress and watching you, pregnancy test in hand and no words left to say.

It turned out to be positive, the test. You couldn’t wrap your mind around it, you used a condom, for god’s sake! How were you ever going to tell Kim Taehyung, member of BTS, the biggest boy group in the world, that he impregnated you through a condom.

“Look. You just have to tell him. He’s going to be a father and he should know! It would be unfair not to inform him about his own baby. You have his number, just call him and try to ease him into it. Maybe the condom ripped?” Your best friend managed to make sense if the situation, keep a clear mind meanwhile you were going crazy.

A little off, you smiled, trying to keep your cool. This is alright, just call him. He’ll understand.

Nodding to yourself, you picked up your phone and clicked on his contact. The line connected and as you waited, you tapped your foot nervously. With an eye roll, Desiree pulled your wrist to flop you down on the bed.

There was a broken noise and the phone was picked up.

“Hi! You called, I was waiting,” the husked voice exclaimed, joy present in its tone. You felt bad, felt like throwing up. This was going to ruin his career, ruin his life. If he was ever going to believe you at all.

“Yeah…I- I kind of have something to tell you. If you have a little time on you?” You didn’t know if you were hoping for a yes or a no, kind of just wanting to hang up and sleep forever.

“Yeah, I’m on break. What’s up?” There was rustling in the background and you could hear him drinking something a little off the phone.

Gulping, you decided that you couldn’t stretch this any longer. “So, you know how we had sex, right? With a condom?”

He made a confused but approving humming noise, breath falling. “I- uhm. I guess it maybe like…broke? Or something,” you tried to ease it up with a nervous laugh, but it just made it worse.

The line went quiet, except for the background noises. His breath hitched and you could only imagine the shock in his face.

Haspling for words, you tried to make it better. “I haven’t slept with anyone else! I’m really not lying and if you don’t believe it, I heard that we can take a test before the baby is even born! I’m willing to prove it to you I-”

“What? How’s that…,” he stuttered with his words, interrupting your rambling. “So we’re gonna have a baby?”

The question threw you off. You expected him to scream at you or not believe you, tell you that he doesn’t want it. Literally anything but be happy about it. His smile was clear through the slight raise in his words and you were stunned.

“Y-yeah…I guess so…”

After the surprisingly calm exchange between the both of you, he promised to send you an address you should come to in a few days, to discuss all the important aspects of this.

The building was tall and kind of scary, security guards around it and you spotted one or two cameras. Paparazzi was waiting a few meters off and before they catched onto you, you disappeared through the door after you told the guards your name and they seemed to recognize it.

Taehyung greeted you not far away from the entrance and led you to a room with a large table and many chairs, seemingly a conference room. On one end of it there sat a few people, probably managers and what not. Nervously you rubbed your hands off on your jeans before walking in, smiling and bowing to greet everyone.

“So you’re the girl who claims to be pregnant from Taehyung, yeah?” A woman much older than you spoke first. It made you retreat almost, they made it clear to be unbelieving.

“I-,” you started, stutter in your words. “I don’t claim to be pregnant, I really am. I brought the test and I’m willing to prove it once we can take a blood test!” Desiree had told you to stand your ground when you went out, she couldn’t accompany you but gave you her strength.

A middle aged man spoke up, scowl on his face visible. “You aren’t the first one to do so, why would we believe you?” Unsure, you looked at Taehyung. He seemed to believe you on the phone, you were here to discuss matters and not fight against people from his company!

“Taehyung, I wouldn’t lie to you.” You spoke with sincerity in your eyes, you wanted nothing but to be trusted. “I wouldn’t do this for the money, I’m well on my own! I didn’t even know you were an Idol before I found out I’m pregnant and my friend made me google you,” you continued.

“I do believe you, it’s just…my manager heard that I asked you here and he doesn’t believe you. He wanted to make you an offer, actually.” Taehyung took your hand and motioned you to take a seat across all the important looking people.

Another man, you guessed now that was Taehyung’s manager, put a paper in front of you. Confusion written across your face, he went to elaborate. “This is somewhat of a contract. If you really are pregnant, we don’t believe it is Kim Taehyung’s child. We will offer you any amount of money that will keep you quiet about this. If you take it, you will have to restrain from trying to contact Taehyung.” He paused, looking you in the eyes and you were shocked. They really didn’t believe you.

“If you decide not to take the money, that is your decision, we would ask of you to not talk about the matter publicly anyway. If Taehyung does decide on his own to trust you, we will support his decision. With the condition to test if the child really is his, as soon as it is possible.”

Mind spinning from all the choices, you looked at the handsome man beside you, his arm across the back of your chair and his eyes already fixed on your figure.

“If you really just want money, it’s best to accept the offer. However, I believe you if you insist it’s my baby. And I want to partake in raising it, if I can.” His voice was firm, gaze never wavering and he sounded serious. You shifted, choosing to ignore all the people around you.

“Won’t that ruin your career? I can’t hide my child for your sake, Taehyung.” This matter was something to be taken seriously, you wouldn’t hurt your own family just to protect his career.

He looked over at his manager but you didn’t catch the exchange between them. “We will keep it private for a while, at least until you’re three months in. After that, we can think of publicly announcing it.”

“Will you be there for the baby?” Your question heavy with worry, holding eye contact with Taehyung to scan every small reaction.

“I will. I’ve always wanted kids. I would’ve wished for it to happen in a few years with my wife but…I won’t abandon our child just because it’s the result of a dumb one night stand.” He laughed at that.

For just a short moment, your heart fluttered when he said our child. But his choice of words to describe the night between you two unsettled you. Frowning, you went to speak but got interrupted by Taehyung’s manager again.

“We will excuse ourselves now, stay as long as you want, to discuss further matters with Taehyung. We will prepare a contract and organize the doctors appointments.”

Once they left, you turned to Taehyung again. “I have my own doctor, I don’t want to go to some high class one. Mine’s just fine, I know him since I was a little kid and-” smiling, he put his index finger atop his lips to indicate that you should be quiet.

“Please let me offer the best care for my baby. And stop stressing so much, it’s not good for the little bean.” Did he just call your embryo bean?

“Okay well, only if I can separately go to my own doctor. Also, why would we need a contract? We’re having a baby, not a deal.” He laughed at your confusion, standing up and offering his hand to you.

When you took it to stand up yourself, he smiled at you, “if you insist on going to your doctor, we’ll just make the appointments there. No need to waste so much time. The contract is just for…your safety.” The mysterious ending of his sentence made the question marks around your head multiply and it seemed to be obvious.

“Things like us keeping it a secret for a while, you not having a claim to any of my things except the money for the child, protecting you from fans once we made it publicly. Necessary stuff.”

He seemed so casual about it, you were almost scared.

“Will you only be visiting the child once a week? Do you even have time for this? I don’t want your money and be left alone with a baby and I need your support in all possible wa-”

“I want you to move in with me, actually.”

If it wouldn’t be for his hand still holding yours, you’d think this was a dream. He wanted you to do what exactly? And what was the matter with rich people interrupting you all the time?

“You cannot be serious, Taehyung. I will not move in with a complete stranger!” You said, completely set on your decision.

He turned out to be very serious. And you very well did move in with a complete stranger.

You were sat on his overly large couch, your belongings put in boxes that were still strayed about the apartment.

To be fair, Taehyung wasn’t a complete stranger. Google informed you that he is a 24 year old ambidextrous man, which freaked you out when you first saw it. You also learned that he’d be a strawberry farmer, if it wasn’t for the fame and his stage name was V.

Except for google, he himself was the best source for all kinds of important information you’d need from your baby daddy.

He took you out to eat multiple times during the first three weeks, after that he made you slowly pack your things when you trusted him enough to care for your plants and over the course of eight weeks, your apartment was empty and the first prenatal visit was over.

Everything was checked, your first ultrasound was made as an exception, you read that the norm is around the sixth to eighth week, but apparently Taehyung convinced the doctor to do one already, just this one time. And Taehyung couldn’t hold his boxy smile back when he first got to see his own little bean.

You grew closer to the man, as much as you despised the idea first. Somewhat scared that he’d just push you around because he’ll provide the most money, you weren’t keen on being taken care of him. He almost wanted you to stop working, saying that walking around and taking people’s orders won’t be good on your feet and the stress of the customers would affect the baby. Instead of seeing his worry, you thought he’d want to make you depending on him.

That was actually your first fight, you were crying and wanting to go back home and once he realized where he went wrong he took you in a big bear hug, explaining that he just wanted you to experience the best pregnancy possible, wanting to completely spoil his child’s mother.

You kept your job, wanting to work as long as your pregnancy made it possible and planning on starting again as soon as your baby let you. He complied easily when you promised to let him spoil you when you were on parental leave and that you’d want all the massages you could get from him once your feet would get uncomfortable and your back pain would appear.

One night when you were laying in Taehyung’s bed you sat up shrieking when a sudden thought hit you. Full of panic he emerged from the living room to check up on you and with horror in your eyes you whispered, “I still haven’t told my mom.”

His eyes bulged when he exclaimed, “me neither!” but both of you started giggling, promising that you’ll take up the challenge soon.

And when you did, your mother was beaming. You wanted her to come over to your new place, showing her everything while she was confused as one could be. “Why do you live with a man when you’re not in a relationship with him? Do I have to worry?” She asked.

“Ma…that’s why I wanted to see you,” you said. Taking a breath of preparation, you just spit it out. “I’m pregnant. That’s why I live here, Taehyung is the father, Ma.”

She held her hands over her open mouth, surprised but not angry. With a big smile after she got over the surprise, she took you into her arms, tears in her eyes and congratulating you.

“Oh my, what shock! And now you live with the father? An Idol of all! My Y/N…how did that happen?” Her grin told you that she already could imagine how it happened and letting out a flabbergasted laugh, you asked her if she’d be up for a cup of coffee.

When Taehyung found you, he gave you a kiss on your hair and greeted your mother with respect, talking to her like he’d be her son in law. They clicked immediately, calming your nerves. You were afraid your mother would judge him, hold a grudge against the man that impregnated her daughter this young. Of course, she dropped multiple comments about how you’d have to start an actual job and couldn’t keep being a waitress, and about how Taehyung would have to prove his loyalty towards his family.

After she’d left, you collected some bravery and facetimed Taehyung’s parents, living too far away to travel there just for the news.

His Mother was an angel, being equally happy about becoming a grandmother as yours was. Her husband looked just as handsome as Taehyung does and he was nice, happy, but held it in. Taehyung said that was just the way his father was, always a little stoic but soft at heart.

Feeling lighter after letting the most important people know, Taehyung invited you to watch a movie with him, he was exhausted from the day and needed to charge his energy up.

That was how you spent the night, just after eating a quick meal and Taehyung telling you about his day. He’d said that you’d still need to meet all the members, they were excited to get to know you and expected you to show up very soon. You agreed, happy that Taehyung wanted to include you this much into his life, whether for the baby’s sake or not was irrelevant.

An hour into the movie, you fell asleep. Your head hung to one side, leaning on a pillow and looking uncomfortable. Taehyung repositioned the both of you, letting you rest on him, his arm around you and fond look analyzing your facial features.

He adored the nose scrunch you absentmindedly made, while you were off to dreamland and couldn’t hold himself back from booping the tip of your nose. Turning around to the side, he inspected you more. Letting his gaze wander around your face, stopping at your lips. They looked soft, rosey and puckered from your slow breaths.

He noticed that you breathed through your mouth when you were sleeping, when he asked you why, you told him about how you used to snore when you were little, afraid of still doing it you adapted to breath through your mouth while sleeping.

Smiling at the memory of you blushing when you told him about it, he reached his hand out to hold your face. Your skin was soft, cheeks a little full of baby fat, making you look extra adorable. He’d felt his heart flutter at the thought of just leaning in and feeling your lips against his again.

Ever since that night he missed your touch, seeing you everyday made his desire to sweep you off of your feet and carry you to bed only rise and he wished you’d reciprocate it. He wished you’d ask him to sleep by your side instead of his couch, kiss you first thing in the morning and fulfill his duties as the only man in your life. That’s what he wanted, and he wished you’d want it too.

Slowly, he put his hand on your belly. You told him you were two months in, explaining how pregnant people count the weeks and confusing him with it. It was a weird way to count and he couldn’t keep up but he knew you would start showing soon. In about a month the baby would be save from any spontaneous dangers that could inflict in the first three months, making it possible for him to tell his fans. He was excited to announce that he’d become a father, scared that the reaction would be negative, but still excited.

When he told the members a few weeks back they were just as happy about the news as he was, congratulating him and patting his shoulder. They all demanded to see the mother of his child soon and that they’d have to be it’s godfathers.

“You’ll be a happy baby. Six uncles and a gorgeous mother. Grandparents who love you and millions of people who will protect you from every harm,” he whispered into the almost dark room, the tv screen being the only source of light to make your features visible.

Carefully, Taehyung took you into his arms bridal style, carrying you to bed and tucking you in. Brushing his hand across your forehead, he sat next to you and smiled. “Thank you for making me a father.”

A week later you met not only all of the members of BTS, but also a small fluffy friend, yapping about. Taehyung didn’t want you to be overwhelmed with the small fur ball right when you moved in and his schedule kept him busy, so he had Yeontan being taken care of by his parents. Earlier in the day, one of them came over to bring the dog to his owner, without you knowing anything about it.

Now the angry looking puppy barked and jumped around, wanting to tackle you and scratching your shins. “Tan-ah! Sit, be a good boy and say hello to your new Mommy!” Taehyung said, full of joy to have his dog back for a while.

“M-Mommy? I- I am not going to take care of this!” You screeched, retreating into Namjoons figure, the human tree being the perfect cowering spot. “I am- I’m…,” stuttering, you pointed towards the loud ball of wool. “I’m scared of dogs, Taehyung! Please, take it away from me!”

Offended, Taehyung swept the tiny and very aggravated dog into his arms. “Yeontan isn’t an ‘it’! He’s very much a male dog and he’s precious!” He pouted, petting Yeontan’s head and turning away from you. You insulted his already existing son. This was too far.

Realizing your mistake, you came out of your hiding spot, shily smiling at Namjoon who just laughed endeared. “Taehyung…don’t be mad at me,” you said, returning the pout. Two could play this game. “I’ve always been afraid of dogs!”

He turned to look at you, holding Yeontan’s ears closed with his hands. “You called him a thing! Y/N, I will not go home with you unless you apologize.”

Very set on this, he did not look at you until you muttered your apology to the dog, telling Taehyung that you might consider bearing with him, if he’s not biting you.

“Tae and Y/N are like two little kids when they’re fighting. They battled for the most powerful pout to see who gives in first,” Hoseok said, big smile on his face and very amused with how your little banter turned out.

Meeting the boys, except for Yeontan, went great. They all loved you and couldn’t stop touching your belly - even when you repeated that they won’t be able to feel anything yet, the baby was barely the size of a cherry, just growing from an embryo to a fetus.

When they asked you about the reveal to the fans, full of excitement, you could see Taehyung’s eyes shining as well. You shrinked into yourself, realising that it’s only three weeks until he planned to announce the news to the world. Saying that you felt nauseous helped, Taehyung rushed to get his things, as well as the dog, to get you home safe and sound.

Once out of the car, he was attached to your side and not letting his eyes waver from you for a second. Getting aggravated with the yapping dog and the constant hand on your lower back or waist, you snapped once the door of the apartment was closed.

“I’m not nine months pregnant and need your help to walk! I’m still independent enough to do everything just fine, stop incessantly pushing in on my privacy and get that dog away from my shins!”

Your explosion of anger shocked everyone in the room, including Yeontan. Taehyung pushed his lips into a line and nodded. Guilt flooded your senses immediately, fishing for words to apologize and explain the burst of aggression.

“It’s alright, Y/N. You don’t need to explain anything,” Taehyung said. He sounded chipped and avoided looking at you. Taking Yeontan’s leash he turned around and mumbled, “I’ll take him for a walk.”

The guilt didn’t subside half an hour later, Taehyung posted on twitter with pictures of Yeontan and the caption “Guest🐾” which made you even more sad. The implication behind the title reminded you of how ignorant you acted back in the company and in your apartment.

He finally had a little more time on his hands because the group is getting a small break and now you wanted his dog gone. He probably missed him the whole time, you weren’t in his life for long and already made demands beyond your position. And the worst of it all is that Taehyung won’t get mad at you or go against you, because he’s way too much of a nice person to do that to the mother of his child.

Another twenty minutes later you rolled up on the couch with a bucket of ice cream and an anime on, when Taehyung stepped through the doorway with Yeontan. He didn’t look at you much longer than just a glance, before he knelt down to remove Yeontan’s leash. The dog trotted further into the apartment and laid down on the carpet in front of the couch, probably tired from the long walk.

“You alright?” Taehyung checked in with you, even after your mood earlier. Nodding, you held the spoon between your teeth, unsure what you should say.

“The doctor called…he confirmed the appointment in two weeks. He wanted to try hearing the heartbeat again, you know? Since it wasn’t there last time…” trailing off, you looked up at Taehyung and saw that he already watched you.

“Let’s talk about this, Y/N. Why did you get this angry? If I bothered you, you could’ve told me sooner,” he said, walking towards you and sitting down on the couch with a small distance.

“If I tell you, you’ll be disappointed, Taehyung…” hearing this, he seemed all ears. Sighing, you guessed he should just know. “I don’t feel ready to tell the whole world about me having a baby. It’s a little much on me, actually. You keep introducing me to new things and I still need to adjust to all of this. Once you tell everyone, I won’t be able to go on walks when I feel sick or just look at the sky at night. I’m very stressed, about like, everything. I constantly eat sugary things which keeps me shaky and since last week I’ve been throwing up first thing in the morning everyday, I just ca-”

He stopped your rant when he pulled you into his arms by your hands. You didn’t notice you started crying, but his hold comforted you. He held you close and repositioned the knot of limps you ended up in. Laying back, he took you with him and had his arms closed over your body. Your head laid on his chest and you felt his heartbeat.

“Y/N, the last two months were a lot for you, I can’t imagine what you’ve been going through and I’m really sorry I didn’t ask you sooner. Please always tell me about any worry you might have,” he murmured into your hair, sounding like he might drift off into sleep soon. “If you don’t want to, we can keep it private for longer. Until you’re ready, I can wait.”

Your heart melted a little at that, he always was so very caring about you. “Thank you, Tae…,” you said. Looking up at him, he beamed at you. Returning the smile, he repositioned you once again so both of you could watch the still playing anime and not long into it, you were both sleeping heavily.

Hearing your baby’s heartbeat was a magical moment, holding Taehyung’s hand tight to remind yourself that this isn’t a dream. Very happy about knowing that you and the baby are fine, the doctor left you two alone for a second, calling the assistant to take your blood because you’re ten weeks now, which means it’s time to prove to the company that Taehyung is, in fact, the father of this child.

He did insist that it wouldn’t be needed for him, because he knows you won’t lie to him. But the company really wanted the proof, so you were willing to cooperate.

While you two were alone in the room, you asked Taehyung to get you some tissues for the glibber on your tummy and he not only handed them over, but continued to wipe your skin, making sure there was nothing left of the see-through gel. He laid his hand out on your tummy and smiled.

“Thank you, Tae…for supporting and helping me so much. And trusting me even though I could’ve been a crazy fan,” you laughed at the end, the thought was silly, when you remember how you had to google him to find out that he was famous. “I really do appreciate it, even though I’m grumpy most of the time lately and cry a lot…you’re always there for me.”

He held eye contact and smiled softly, “Of course, I’ll be there for you forever.” The hushed words made your breath hitch, panicking when you saw him inch closer to your face. “Not just because of the baby, you know? I’ll be there for just you, too,” he whispered, eyes never leaving your face, glancing down towards your lips. He had his right hand still on your belly with no pressure and lifted the left to touch your face.

Nervously, you didn’t know what to do, looking at everything but his face until he was merely an inch away from you, meeting his piercing eyes and stuttering, “T-Tae I don’t- we-”

Your rambling was stopped when his nose touched yours, feeling his breath on your face and he closed his eyes when he leaned in, holding your face to position you in a comfortable way. When his lips touched yours, it felt like a spark. It was soft, just barely with any pressure and you could tell Taehyung was nervous about this. He wasn’t sure you really wanted this and wasn’t sure if he should do this.

Shyly, you moved your face a little and pressed your lips more against his, showing him that you’d be okay with it. But just as you were about to move your lips to deepen the kiss, he removed himself completely when he heard the creaky door handle being used.

You blushed, felt your face getting hot and you looked down into your lap, your fingers suddenly being the most interesting thing possible. Taehyung cleared his throat and sat back into his chair, putting his ankle on his knee and holding it there, watching the nurse prepare all the needles.

The process of taking your blood went quick, the nurse explained that they will call once they have the result, which could take around a week. Nodding along, you tried to be as casual as one could be and once you were excused to leave, you rushed out of the room and hoped Taehyung wouldn’t want to talk about this.

Your wish had been granted, because once in the car Taehyung was on his phone, busy talking to his manager about a concert his group would perform tonight. The break for the last two weeks was officially over, which meant he’d have less time for talking about an awkward kiss.

That also meant that Yeontan was being picked up today, hopefully before Taehyung had to leave, because then you’d have to meet his parents by yourself, which you really didn’t want to do.

In the end, his father came over right when you were in the shower, successfully hiding and when you came out, wrapped in towels, the apartment seemed empty.

It just seemed empty, though. Taehyung sat on the bed and you almost screamed when you spotted him, not expecting him to still be at home.

“I’ll have to go in a minute, please order yourself dinner and don’t stay up too late, alright?” He said offhandedly while he typed on his phone, not looking at you until he probably sent a message and packed his phone into his pocket. You stood in the doorway, looking at him without a reaction and when you didn’t say anything he sighed and walked towards you.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, please order something healthy.” With that he walked to the door and took his keys, locking up and leaving you alone for the night.

You pouted, crossing your arms in front of you and stomping your foot. Not even Yeontan is here anymore, to who you’ve grown accustomed to over the last weeks. You were alone and already bored and you didn’t want to eat something healthy and go to bed early. How could Taehyung act like this after kissing you just a few hours earlier?

Your mind went sour when ugly thoughts swept your mind, making you wonder if you were already gaining weight and now he wasn’t attracted to you.

But your cravings couldn’t be stopped, someone had to stock up the fridge almost daily with weird mixtures of foods that you desired. Only thinking about it made you hungry, mouth watering and you tapped over to the fridge, looking for the kimchi leftovers you planned on eating. Not wanting to miss out on something sweet you grabbed the chocolate sauce, ice cream and a banana.

“Eat healthy!” You mocked Taehyung. Screw him!

Almost forgetting the glass of pickles, you made a u-turn and hunted them down. Comfortably sitting down, cuddled up in a fluffy blanket, you sat on the couch, turning on the tv. Almost screaming, jumping from the shock, you dropped your pickle when you saw Taehyung’s face on screen.

You turned the tv on right when the camera focused on him, while he sang his line, clad in a green suit looking like sin. You stared at him, movements fluid and almost hypnotizing. How could he be this attractive? It wasn’t fair that you couldn’t have him with you right now.

Losing your appetite when the ugly thoughts invaded your brain once again, you put the pickles back on the couch table.

You couldn’t let those insecurities win over this early in the pregnancy, had to prove to yourself that you didn’t lose a bit of the appeal you had just almost three months ago.

The desire to show him how attractive you still are is definitely there, the fatigue is more prominent though. So you decided to just take a nap, ready to be sexy when you’ve gained energy to do it. Yep.

So you fell asleep, didn’t wake up until Taehyung came home, quietly getting dressed in a sleeping shirt and his boxers, after he took a quick shower to rinse off the sweat from performing.

He felt bad for how he pushed you away after he kissed you, didn’t want you to feel rejected. He didn’t know if you even cared, maybe you were glad that he didn’t act more on his desires. You seem to set down the borders of a parental relationship quite harshly.

Wanting to take the risk, because he yearned for your touch, he carefully walked around the bed. You were all cuddled up and he went to lay down behind you while he lifted the blanket.

You stirred, mumbling something incoherent. Freezing, he held his breath. When you went quiet again, he settled down, tucking himself in and putting his arm around your figure. You were warm, making him drowsy and your hair always smelled really good.

He smiled, nuzzling his face into your neck with the risk of you noticing his presence and telling him off. But you slept like the dead and he could rearrange you in a way that he’d lay comfortably behind you, hugging you with his limbs thrown all over the place and he kissed your temple before he settled his head back against the pillow.

Tiredness overtook him, it was an exhausting day and he’d have to work more tomorrow. He’d also have to figure out how to act around you, now that he kissed you and pushed you away after. Insecurity wasn’t his usual trade but around you, he just never could safely assume his place.

With an upset stomach over how badly he missed you while you were in his arms, he eventually got lulled into sleep with your calm and very present breathing, the smell of your shampoo and the warmth your body was radiating.

When you woke up, you felt a weird weight on top of you. You remember falling asleep with the blanket, but this was much heavier. Confused, you tried to turn around, hindered by the weight on you.

There was an arm and a leg, a lot of hair in your face and generally around you. Shuffling, you identified it as Taehyung. Why was Taehyung laying on you? Why was he even in the bed?

He grumbled when you tried to move, tightening his hold on you. Mumbling incoherent things and nuzzling his head in your nape. “T-Taehyung…,” you said, eyes wide as saucers. What was going on with him? You were the one with hormones going crazy, not him.

“Just a little more, please,” he whined, voice grainy from sleep but unusually high. He kept his eyes closed and pushed himself more into your form.

“Why are you in bed? I thought…I thought you were gonna take the couch?” Your voice was squeaky, shocked at how close Taehyung was. You could feel his breath on you, his lips were mere millimeters away from your skin.

He slurred, “this is my bed, too. You should share.” Lifting his head for a short moment, he glared at you with barely open eyes, chubby cheeks and ruffled hair. The sight was too cute not to coo, reaching out to pet down his hair when he dropped his head back onto your shoulder.

But even sleep drunk, Taehyung had great reflexes, catching your wrist and holding it in the air, suddenly towering above you.

Stuttering, you faltered under his hard gaze, looking elsewhere while you ask in panic, “W-what are you doing?”

“Y/N…please tell me to stop,” he said, eyes intense as he slowly lowered his face down to yours. He was asking you to stop, giving you the power of the situation. But you didn’t want him to stop. You wanted to ask him to keep going, hurry up. Couldn’t wait any longer for his touch.

The mixed signals he’s been giving you, always caring about you but then being distant, kissing you and pushing you away, it confused you. Him sleeping next to you and initiating another kiss made your heart flutter. Was he genuinely seeing more than the mother of his child?

Holding your breath, you stared into his eyes, ready and waiting for him to take you, make you his. Sinking lower, he breathed, “tell me to stop, Y/N.” You shook your head, shakily exhaling and putting your hands on his biceps.

“I don’t want you to stop, Tae.” Your confession made him smile a little, pressing his lips together to hide his excitement. His eyes looked down to your lips and he lowered himself more, finally touching your lips and the warmth of his mouth met yours.

You both had morning breath, but neither of you cared, moving against each other and gasping in between. He laid down fully between your legs, spreading them with his thighs to position himself more comfortably while pulling quiet moans out of you. One hand of his slid up to your face, holding the side and gliding his fingers into your hair. You reached your arms across his head, one holding onto his back, the other playing with the longer hair in his nape.

Testing the waters, you licked across his lips, wanting to taste him fully. Opening his mouth, he moaned into you, breath heavy and hand starting to roam across your side, holding your waist.

You were tangling your tongues, moaning and gasping into each other’s mouths. Pulling lightly at his hair when you felt his bulge pressing against your thigh, you were whining into the kiss. Separating you from him, Taehyung leaning his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes. “Please,” you gasped, voice high and breathy.

“Please what, pretty?” With a knowing smile, he still teased you. “Want me to take care of you?”

You moaned lightly at the way he spoke, radiating dominance this easily. Nodding, you slid both hands into his hair, stroking his scalp and pulling him in, “yeah, please make me feel good, Daddy.”

Taehyung groaned when you used the name, looking like he was ready to go down on one knee right then and there. Grinding down into you when you spread your legs more and rose your hips, he grinned. “Mhhh, good girl.”

The endearment in his voice would’ve made you purr if you could, giddy and smiling when he went in for another kiss that traveled down your body. He raised the big t-shirt you slept in off your body, almost growling when he saw your breasts. “I missed these a lot, you know?” He smirked. Pulling your shirt over your head, he dropped it onto the floor and latched onto one of your nipples. He kitten licked the nub, sucking on it and gracing his teeth across the sensitive skin.

You moaned, hands tangling still in his hair, your legs crossed over his hips and holding him close. He kneaded your breasts with his big hands, rough but yet careful not to hurt you, knowing the pregnancy heightened your sensitivity.

“You’re so pretty, all soft,” he murmured, kissing over to your other side, lovingly treating your nipples with care. His head slowly dipped lower, kissing a trail over your stomach. “Carrying my baby for me, gorgeous.”

His words made you giddy, tummy filling with butterflies and you stroked through his tousled hair to show appreciation.

His fingers hooked between your skin and your shorts, looking up to see if you want him to stop. “Go ahead,” you said, shaking with anticipation. The shorts were removed, light blue panties on show and you were sure there was a dark spot, showing him your arousal. He licked his lips, stroking across your middle with his thumb.

“Such a pretty pussy, gonna let me take care of you and eat you up real nice, yeah?” He breathed, slowly teasing to take your underwear off. You made an approving noise, laying your head down on the pillow. Gasping when he pressed his nose against your crotch, you rose up quickly, looking at his intense stare directly. “Smell so good, babe. Can’t wait to taste you again.”

The reminder of your last night with him made you shudder, taken back to how he had you writhing underneath him.

Finally, removing your undergarments, he dived in immediately, licking up from your clenching hole to your clit. He sucked and nibbled on it, making you arch your back and push into him. You were grinding your pussy into his face, taking more of what he gave you. He chuckled at your eagerness, putting his hands on your hips to hold you down. The vibration of his laugh made you shudder, whining out a small, “Daddy, please!”

He made quick work of getting you towards the edge, lapping at your pussy and using his thumb to rub at your clit. He pushed his tongue into your hole, starting a rhythm and making you gasp and moan with every movement. “Daddy, please make me cum, I really need it, I’m so close!” You gasped, holding him where he was as he licked quick across your clit, taking his hand and stroking your lips with his finger.

“Yeah? Daddy make you feel good?” He groaned into you, licking a fat stripe across and wiggling his middle finger into your hole. “Such a tight cunt, sucking me in,” he said, looking up at you and pushing his finger knuckle deep to feel around for your spot. “Can’t even put a second finger in, how did I fit here, huh?”

His lewd words made you blush furiously, leaning back into the pillows. He laughed an airy laugh at your shy demeanor, kissing your clit and continuing to push in and out of you with his finger. “You’re so wet, baby. All for me, hm?”

“Yeah,” the breathy answer left you, nodding harshly. “Gonna cum soon,” you announced, voice high and airy.

He seemed to get more eager at this, removing his finger to push in again with a second one this time, making you keen. His fingers were much bigger than yours, long and pretty. He made you feel so good, never again could you find another man to please you as much as he did. You felt the need to express this, whispering, “Daddy, make me yours, please. Ruin me for others.”

A sound similar to a growl rumbled in Taehyung’s chest and spurred on by your pretty moans, he gave it his all, continuously rubbing on the spongy spot, sucking your clit. You nearly scream when you cum, feeling like all your muscles snapped and electricity ran through your veins.

Feeling like a shell of yourself, you sank down into the mattress while breathing heavily. You felt distinct kisses placed on your thighs and hips, trailing up and when you opened your eyes, not remembering when you closed them, Taehyung was in front of your face, kissing your chin and up your jaw. “Feel good?” He asked, laughing airy and softly caressing your body.

“Mhm…,” you hummed, out of breath. “You’re so good at this, that was really great.”

He laughed at your slurry compliment, pushing himself up with his fists on the mattress. “Up for more, or did I tire you out?” His question wasn’t seeming to pressure you into continuing, but you still didn’t feel sated.

“Yeah, wanna feel you inside of me,” you said. “Please,” you added, puppy eyes and pouty lip.

He stilled you with an adoring kiss, pulling away to finally remove his shirt as well as his boxers. Last time it was much too dark to see his body well enough, but now everything was on show, gold brown skin stretched across his broad shoulders. His dick was already hard, as big as you remember it and tip oozing out precum slowly.

You let a moan slip at the sight of him pumping it a few times, his big hands not sizing his cock down.

He chuckled, looking at you with a cheeky smile when he asked, “so, do we still need a condom?” Rolling your eyes, you couldn’t keep from laughing.

Without you having to say it, he reached to the nightstand and retreated the lube, remembering your request from last time. “I’m clean…if you are too, we won’t need it. Damage has already been done,” you giggled. He growled cutely at your comment and gave you a soft kiss again.

“I’m clean too, have to get checked regularly and all that,” he trailed, starting to lube his dick up. The light talking made your nervousness dissipate, realizing that it’s still just Taehyung in front of you. And seeing how attractive you are to him made you giddy, confident that it’ll stay this way at least for a while now. You didn’t think you started showing quite yet, just getting a little bit of baby fat around the hips, so the worst was still to come.

“Look at me, baby. Why are you spacing out?” He asked, smile in his voice and you let your eyes focus on him again. “Gonna fuck you now, yeah?”

Even though it wasn’t an actual question seeking for an answer, since his dick was almost inside of you anyway, you nodded. When he let himself down to hold you close, you trailed over his now freely exposed tan skin. It was smooth and you felt his muscles clench when he concentrated on entering you not too harshly.

The stretch was still very present, making you hiss out. Even though he prepped you nicely and applied more than enough lube, his size was still unusual for you, never having someone as big as he was inside of you.

Once you stopped scrunching up your face because of the uncomfortable feeling, he pushed in more, groaned at the pressure your walls put on him. “God, you’re so tight. Fuck,” he cursed, breathing heavy to control his urge to fuck into you fast and hard. You clenched around him, grip tight around his shaft.

“Your tiny pussy can’t handle me, pretty,” he said, mushing his head into your nape and kissing along. He was warm and felt homely, much closer than he already was.

“Mhh, you’re so big, feels so good, Daddy,” you moaned when he pulled out and thrusted in. Still not fully sheathed inside of you, but nearly there, he bit the skin on your jaw, sucking and licking the spot. When you pulled on his hair to get him to move, he moaned deeply next to your ear and you shuddered.

“Impatient little girl, huh? Can’t wait to have my dick?” He pushed himself up to watch you, appearing high on pleasure and letting out sweet little noises. “Look at you,” he grinned, stroking through your mushed hair.

“Fuck me, please, Daddy,” you said, voice hoarse from moaning so much and desperate for him to move even an inch. His grin grew into an almost evil looking smirk, he pushed into you with one movement and you were immediately crying out. He was now balls deep inside of you, you could feel him press up against your sensitive spot, feeling him deep inside of you and if you weren’t delusional, you could swear you felt his tip gracing your cervix. Was that even possible?

Your eyes grew big for a second at the thought, but it couldn’t linger much longer, considering how Taehyung leaned back to sit on his knees and held your legs up around him, splayed over his forearms, his hands stroking your calves.

“Gonna give you what you’re begging for so nicely, pretty,” he said, skin looking golden with the sun shining through the room. His chest was on full display for you, looking delicious and you just wanted to touch him, but with the new position, you couldn’t reach.

He picked up a quick pace, thrusting inside of you deep and your cunt clenched around him to keep him there. “Fuck, you feel so good, baby,” he groaned, pushing your legs up to your upper body for you to hold there. He leaned down between them and looked you deep in the eyes, smirking when you couldn’t keep eye contact, feeling too good not to close your eyes.

“D-daddy, I’m already close,” you whined. “Make me cum, please!”

“Yeah? Gonna cum on my cock like a good little slut, huh?” He coaxed, pushing his hips slowly against yours and kept them there.

You moaned, looking up at him with teary eyes. “Make me feel so good, gonna cum soon,”

“Touch yourself, babe. C’mon make yourself cum for Daddy,” he spurred you on. Completely pliant to his wishes and partly because you knew you wouldn’t be satisfied with cumming untouched, you slid your hand down your abdomen and circled your clit. Instantly feeling little bolts of pleasure rushing through you, you were nearing your second orgasm and almost screaming, you fell over the edge. Spasming tight on his cock, your eyes rolled back and your mouth fell open.

Taehyung stilled to let you come down, watching you with amazement. “You look so fucking hot like this,” he panted. Your hold on your legs loosened, and slowly they dropped to the mattress. He leaned over you, kissing across your face and sliding his hands up and down your thighs. Carefully he pulled out.

“Mmh, no Daddy, you need to cum too. I can take it,” you murmured, looking at him with still teary eyes. He nuzzled his head into your nape and peppered kisses across your sensitive skin.

Insistent, you pushed at his shoulders to make him go back on his knees. “Baby, I’m fine. I can just jack off, you’re exhausted and-“ he started, stuttering when you cupped his balls with one hand and leaned down to lick up his dick. He moaned deeply, bit his lip and threw back his head. “F-fuck!”

The lube on his dick was still partly present, so you thanked god that it was strawberry flavored. In with it, mingled your taste and his precum, dribbling down his dick and you moaned at the tangy taste. Licking along the shaft, you massaged his balls and held his dick to take it inside of your mouth. Suckling along the tip, you looked up at him, big eyes and moaning around him.

He looked down at you, hissing when he breathed in tightly at the way you look on your knees in front of him, ass up in the air. He placed his hand on your head to collect your hair for you, holding it back and using the messy makeshift ponytail to pull at the streaks.

“God, you’re so good at this,” he said. “Where did you learn to use your mouth like that, hm?”

Trying to contain your smile, you swallowed more of his length, bopping your head up and down with heat, using your hand to swirl around on the part that wasn’t between your lips.

He hummed, “‘m close, baby.” Stroking your hair back, he thrusts his hips a little and with a few more sucks, he moaned loudly and spurted his seed down your throat.

Without request you swallowed, licking up his dick and looking at his blissed out face. His pupils were blown wide, eyes half closed and droopy. “Oh fuck, you’re too good.” He murmured, leaning down and taking your face in his hands to sloppily kiss you, tongue and teeth.

You giggled, standing up to go to the bathroom. When you walked back into the bedroom, Taehyung was still naked, looking blissed out with his eyes on you. “Why are you staring at me like that?” you asked, smiling when he scrunched his nose with his boxy grin.

“I just looked at my beautiful woman, prancing around naked with that gorgeous body of hers,” he said, as casual as he’d ask for the weather and you blushed heavily. “You’re starting to show, right?” he now asked in almost a whisper, a cute look on his face.

Biting your lip, you looked down at your little growing tummy. You haven’t really noticed any growth, but he must’ve seen it immediately, considering that he hasn’t seen you naked since you weren’t pregnant yet. So you nodded, shrugging your shoulder and falling into the mattress again. Taehyung cradled you into his arms, kissing your head.

“Aren’t you supposed to work?” You suddenly broke the quiet.

“Yeah, but the company can wait for me. Had to take care of my family,” he grinned. Unbelieving, you shook your head and laughed, telling him how unprofessional it was to stay at home for sex.

But he went quiet when you stopped laughing, looking you into your face with a serious expression. “Y/N, I really want this to be more than just us having a baby.”

His confession made your heart clench, so happy to hear that you meant more to him than you assumed.

“So, you mean like…,” you trailed off.

“A relationship, I mean. I’m in love with you, I think,” he said, voice soft but still sounding sure of his words.

Sniffing a little, you looked at him and reached in for a kiss on his swollen lips. “I’m in love with you too, I think,” you whispered against his lips. You squeaked when he suddenly grabbed you and turned both of you around, making little growling sounds and pretending that he was going to eat you, blowing raspberries on your skin, with you giggling loudly.

A week went by with many kisses and giggly nights spent in bed, nothing but the blankets covering your forms.

The both of you were truly on cloud nine, spending every possible moment with each other. Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other.

Taehyung and you both still had work to attend to, him more than you, since you still only worked part-time at the café from college times and you thought it would be useless to change contracts if you’d leave in a few months anyway.

He only agreed to that, pulling the biggest eye roll out of you because you knew how much he wanted you to just stay home. He reasoned it with him being a traditional man, wanting to take care of his family, but you didn’t buy it.

And you still wanted to prove that you weren’t in for the money. Which brought you where you were now.

The doctor had called and said that the results came in today and so you hurried to the clinic with Taehyung to get them.

The biggest smile split both of your faces when it was proven what you already knew, he really was the father of your child.

But the happiness wasn’t forever because as soon as Taehyung called to inform the company, you were asked to come in for a meeting with managers and all kinds of other important people.

The grumpy man from last time was sitting across from you again, scowling at your happy face and splayed across the table, you were met with similar grimaces.

“And you think this will prove to us that you didn’t do this for the money? Taehyung probably was too drunk to notice the lack of protection! Maybe you lied to him about being on the pill or you poked the condom!”

The accusations were rough, thrown at your face and your stomach churned. The smile dropped from your lips when you realized that really nobody will ever believe you. You were forever going to be a lying gold digger in their eyes, taking advantage of Taehyung.

Before you could dwell more on the negative reaction, Taehyung slammed his hand hard onto the glass table, making it wobble a little when he stood up and raised his voice. “I will not be tolerating the way you talk to the mother of my child. My girlfriend.” He stressed your title, making the angry people gasp.

“If you feel like insulting her, then I’m not willing to look over it.” His voice was stern and had everybody in the room big eyed and a few mouths were hanging open.

“My contract is about to run out, remember that? Do not think I will stay with a company who treats my family this way. I’ve decided to trust her and still went to take a blood test, to prove her innocence in this,” he paused, shaking his head. “For this company, to make you accept her. And you still try to accuse her of manipulating me, taking advantage of me?”

He laughed, disappointment obvious and he stared down every single one of the managers. “I know for a fact that me leaving BTS will cost all of you a lot of money. Fans will be upset to hear that I left because you disrespected me and my family.” At his words everybody in the room seemed to realize what terrible mistake they’ve made.

“Mister Kim, I’m seeing how important this matter is for you,” a woman, who wasn’t there last time, spoke up. “I for myself do not believe this woman would break your trust when your bond is this strong. Strong enough for you to risk your whole career.” Some nodded, some frowned at her words.

She looked towards you, smiling. “I hope this doesn’t unnerve you and the baby,” she turned to look at the other managers now and stated, “I think we should agree on letting Mr. Kim make this decision for himself. After all, we do have proof that he is the father and if he trusts this girl, a company does not intervene with that.”

“Thank you,” Taehyung said, lowering his voice to a less scary volume and settled down in his chair next to you. With a calming gesture you held his arm and moved your hand up and down slightly.

There was muttering around the room and a man who hasn’t spoken neither last meeting, nor this one so far, stood up with a smile. “Taehyung, I’m happy to see that you’ve grown up into a man who stands up for his family.”

Taehyung nodded, proud. “And he is very much right with what he’s saying. As a company, we shouldn’t disrespect him and the people who mean a lot to him. I think we can all agree on that?” The man looked around the room towards the many managers and smiled when he only received compliant nods.

“Thank you, PD-nim.” Taehyung finally calmed down, taking your hand from his arm to hold it. So this was the CEO of Bighit? You gulped. At least he believed you.

After the managers had sincerely apologized to you and Taehyung, he told you that it was better to go home now. Only agreeing because you needed to rest up after the exhausting meeting, you bowed to Bang PD and the rest of the suited men and women.

On the way out, Hoseok crossed your ways, smile almost ripping through his face when he saw you. “Y/N! How are you, how’s the baby?” He asked excitedly.

You giggled at the hastic way he reached to touch your belly, Taehyung slapping his hand away before contact was made. “Hands off!” he growled playfully. “The baby is fine and Y/N too, I’m capable of caring for them.” He stated, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Tae,” you laughed quietly, shaking your head. “Don’t be silly, it’s just Hoseok!” He made a disapproving sound and pouted, which made both you and Hoseok coo at him.

“Hobi, you still won’t feel anything, I’m barely starting to show yet.” He joined the pout-party and excused himself shortly after, ‘the rest of us don’t have a baby to use as an excuse to miss practice.’

With the company finally approving fully of your pregnancy, it felt like a weight has been lifted of your shoulders.

“Now we just need to tell ARMY,” Taehyung happily sang, making you freeze midwalk towards his car. He looked over his shoulder when your hand slipped out of his. “Y/N? What’s wrong?”

Biting your lip, you looked down and shook your head. “I don’t want to disappoint you,” you muffled. “Or make you mad.”

He looked shocked at your words and walked over, holding your face in his hands and turning you to look at him. “Baby, what are you talking about? You’ll never disappoint me! Why would I be mad at you?”

Your lip quivered and you tried to hold his initiated eye contact. “I-,” you hiccuped, “I don’t want to make it public.”

His eyes moved quickly over your face, taking in the way your eyes watered and your nose turned red and wiggly. “Please don’t cry, baby. We don’t have to make it public! No no no,” he hurried to take you into his arms when a single tear rolled down your warm cheek.

“But…you were so excited about telling your fans…,” trailing off, you fiddled with your hands that were hanging to your sides, held there by his hug. “And I don’t want to make you lie to them.”

“Hey, please listen to me closely. I’m not mad at you, you didn’t do anything wrong. I’m glad you’re telling me about how you feel and I won’t be sad about not telling them. I thought you just didn’t want to do it before we for sure knew the baby will be safe, you should’ve told me you don’t want it at all!”

Little sobs escaped you, your body shivering. “A-are you sure?”

“My angel, of course I’m sure! I never want you to think that you shouldn’t tell me about your feelings because I could get mad. We don’t have to make it public. I’m gonna tell management right now,” he made to move away, but you held him close.

“N-no…I want to go home now…,” you whispered, looking like a little puddle of sadness. Your runny nose made you look extra cute and Taehyung grinned when you tried to look strong.

“Alright, baby. Let’s go home,” he said. You could hear the softness in his voice, happy that he accepted the way you feel, even without explanation.

Arriving at home you made to start cooking, but Taehyung refused you did so. “I’ll do it! Let me,” he smiled, holding your shoulders and turning you to walk out of the kitchen.

He pushed your carefully into the bedroom, sitting you down on the bed. With confused and wide eyes, you looked up at him. “Let me spoil you today, make sure you feel loved enough.”

Your heart beat hard and fast, a big smile spreading across your face. “You’ll get dressed in my most comfortable hoodie and cuddle up on the couch. Just wait for me until I cooked something for you and then we’ll watch your favorite movie, alright?”

Almost tearing up at all the domesticity of this, you nodded with your cheeks rosy and pushed up with your grin. Taehyung kissed your forehead and turned to look for his fluffiest sweater.

After you received the clothes, he disappeared into the kitchen and soon there was a steamy, mouth watering smell, hovering around the apartment.

You were buried under the blanket, the weather had been colder recently. When summer turns into autumn and the temperatures drop, you feel the most comfortable. Wearing the sweater Taehyung gave you, hood up and face hidden inside, you looked like a little bear.

When he brought the plates full with food over, he couldn’t hold back the coo. “Baby bear, you look so cute.” You were angrily pouting but because you disappeared beneath the hoodie, he only saw the crease between your eyebrows deepening.

Chuckling, he sat down next to your legs, putting his hand on them above the blanket. “Come get up and eat, baby,” he sing sang and held your plate up.

The movie you picked was already up and ready to get started, intro rolling when Taehyung pressed play. You got cozy next to each other and munched on the delicious home-made food, constant praises about it leaving your mouth.

Seasons changed, leaves turned red and slowly brown, letting go of the tree and falling onto the ground. With the weather changing, so did your body slowly.

The baby bulge started to really appear when you were around 17 weeks in, the baby kicked you for the first time after it started to slightly move a short while ago. It was night when it kicked you, waking you up with a cramp pulling down your abdomen. Not connecting the dots, you woke Taehyung up in panic, almost crying because you were scared the baby was hurt.

Even in his sleep induced state, he was able to remind you of the doctors words, “the baby is going to start moving within the next month, everything is going to be okay.”

Around this time you also decided to sign up for a birth preparation course, presenting all the advantages it will bring for the both of you. You were quickly reminded that that was impossible for you and Taehyung to do, he couldn’t be seen with a pregnant woman in public.

This has been the biggest struggle for you to accommodate to, trying your best but still finding it hard. When you wanted to grocery shop with him, you couldn’t hold his hand, bodyguards usually were sent with you, both for him and you. Both of you had to cover up and soon enough there was just someone sent to take care of these duties.

He couldn’t take you out for dates without hiding and once your belly grew, it stopped completely.

When you voiced your frustration over all this, he suggested, that he could hire someone to give you a private course, giving you the privacy that was needed. But you declined.

Your first fight after officially dating happened that day, he couldn’t understand why you didn’t want the things he offered you and you refused to explain your problem with his ideas.

That night he slept on the couch, too frustrated to keep up his good attitude. You cried silently before you dropped into a draining sleep. When you woke up, there was an unexpected weight on top of you. Opening your eyes, Taehyung’s hair was the only thing you saw.

Your bottom lip jutted out and you felt your eyes burn from wanting to cry. Throwing your arms around him, you smelled his hair. His grip around you tightened and he took a shaky breath. “I couldn’t sleep without knowing you were fine, but seeing your pillow wet with tears only made me feel worse.”

His words were muffled and his breath warm against were your shirt slipped from your shoulder. He nuzzled into your nape and whispered, “I’m sorry that my career is making this hard for us.” Pouting, you stroked his hair, gracing along his scalp with your nails.

“Never apologize for your profession, Tae,” you said, voice shaky. “I thought about this and…,” you took a deep breath to stabilize your words. ”I think we should tell them.”

He breathed out harshly and raised his head to look at you sternly, but concerned. “Don’t ignore your comfort for practicalness, Y/N. If you want to tell them just to make things easier, it’ll be rough for you.” His worry was clear and heavy and you swooned over the way he constantly thinks about your well-being.

“No, I want to do this for our family. Yes, it’ll be easier because we can go out together and I can sign up for a pregnancy preparation course, but I’m also doing this for you.” He looked at you confused, tilting his head in question. “I know how much pressure you are under when you have to keep this a secret. It’s also part of your life and if you have to hide such a big part of it, you won’t be happy.”

You truly wanted to show him how important this is for you and that you were sure of this decision, staring at him with your lips pressed together and a tight hold on his shoulders. He started laughing the cutest laugh you possibly ever witnessed, leaning down to kiss your nose.

“You’re so cute, baby. If you’re this sure, I’ll believe you,” he said, clearly happy and not hiding it.

When the company was informed, Taehyung made to tweet out an official message to all of his fans, “I’m happy to announce that I will be a father soon!” Which made the comment section go wild, unexpectedly receiving many positive reactions and multiple hashtags started to trend worldwide.

Articles have been posted within hours and youtubers posted videos the next day. Watching all of this unfold was crazy, unimaginable for you a few months ago. You kept on updating your social medias, looking at the newest comments and posts about the curiosity of Taehyung’s supporters.

You felt light, as if you could fly, that much weight has been lifted off your shoulders. This way, you imagined things to move along much easier.

And you were right. The same week you and Tae started to go to a course, enough security present to keep you safe and sound and it was fun to go out and spend time with your boyfriend, like normal couples do. The instructor advised the couples to do certain moves that will make the baby move, turn the right way and keep the women fit.

Taehyung also took you out on a date, the photos of him with you at his hands making headlines and more people started wondering who you were.

While all of this happened, you constantly kept Desiree in touch with every little detail about the baby, when it moved and when you had a new appointment at the doctors.

She’d excitedly ask, “when will you know the gender? Do you guys already have a name?” Which you had to turn down and tell her that Taehyung had a list, but he kept it hidden from you until the gender got revealed.

Which wasn’t so far away now, only two more weeks until your next appointment and then you will finally know.

Taehyung was all about you, every second he could get away from training was spent with you, constantly having his hands on you and smothering you with his love.

His baby grew inside of the girl he loved, it was understandable. But the hormones kept fucking with you so every now and then you snapped at him, telling him to go train or record some songs, practice piano or violin. He pouted but complied, leaving you for a few hours to let you cool down. When he came back in the evening he kissed you mushy, massaging your calves even though they didn’t hurt just yet.

He insisted on softly talking to the baby, trying to get it to move. It happened once when you were giggling heavy so now he intended on getting a reaction too.

“Why won’t my son talk to me?” He asked, pouting against your slightly protruding tummy.

“Why are you so sure it’ll be a boy?” You responded, teasingly. For more than a month he’s been addressing the baby as a boy, completely set on him getting a son.

Looking up at you, he playfully growled and furrowed his eyebrows. “Why are you so sure it won’t be a boy?”

You shrugged. Not having a reason for it and no energy for a discussion, you just pet his head and stroked through his hair. You’d find out soon anyway.

Your baby bulge grew much faster the later into your pregnancy you got, so when you and Taehyung are waiting for the doctor to reveal the gender, you couldn’t see below your stomach without having to sit up.

It was an exciting moment and Taehyung couldn’t keep still next to you. “And? Will I get a son?” He hopefully asked, grinning like he already won the bet. The bet as in, whoever wins, gets head tonight.

Your doctor took a good look and slided the gel over your stomach, looking at the display and then pausing the scene projection. “There, can you see? You guys are gonna get a little baby girl!”

You smiled big, looking at Taehyung. The greatest thing about him in this situation was, that he wasn’t sad about getting a daughter. He loved girls as much as boys and he’ll love his own baby princess the most. So he carried the biggest boxy smile and wide eyes, grabbing your hand. “Did you hear that? You’re gonna give me a baby girl,” he said, soft voice and happy face.

The excitement was big and so was your stomach. Right after the appointment, Taehyung dragged you to look for furniture, not listening to you about how your parents offered you a crib and you would get many presents once you threw the baby shower.

In the end you came home with snacks only, able to convince Taehyung that it’s way too early to be thinking about furniture. He started planning the baby shower with you, asking who you want to invite and putting his own friends on the list. Both of your parents are invited too, but that went without saying.

“When will you show me your list?” You asked. He told you the list full of potential names will be revealed to you once the gender would be known. Which was now.

“I think I’ll wait some more until I show you that list…,” he trailed off, playfully looking up and putting his finger on his chin.

Pushing him, you laughed. “You’re such a goof, I hate you,” you smiled. But he took a hold of your shoulders and twisted you around, so that he was leaning on top of you. You were a little surprised by the sudden movement and gasped out.

“You know… I lost the bet.” The obvious was stated and the suggestion thrown into the room, cozy pillow underneath your back, so you nodded. “You know what that means, baby?”

He kissed you deeply, pushing his tongue between your lips and luring little moans out of you. Making his way down your body, rising your sweater to reach more skin. Once he disappeared beneath your belly, only his curly hair were in your view. You laid your hand on his head, gasping and moaning when he got to work between your legs.

He spent the whole night there, making you gasp and wither underneath him. Once he deemed you tired enough, he grinded himself into you and came on your face when you offered.

You showered, not able to remove his hands from your stomach and went to bed right after. Cuddling into his arms and listening to the deep baritone of his voice, your eyes dropped and you fell deep in a soft slumber.

The next morning went by cozy and with a slow pace, eating breakfast and further discussing the baby shower. It had to be done soon and you had to look after both BTS’ schedule and the ones from your parents. After a date was found, you called Desiree to make her accompany you when going out to order invitation cards.

“This isn’t a wedding, just send them a message, babe.” Tae grunted while he was getting dressed for work. He had a concert today, had to go to the soundcheck and practice beforehand.

“Yeah, but a baby shower. I want my friends to get a pretty card to open and look at,” you sulked. He just didn’t get it, you wanted to be extra. “I’m gonna pay for it all by myself, anyway. So don’t bother.”

The snappy tone in your voice made his eyes grow and he turned around with a widely open mouth. “Now don’t get all bratty on me, miss. I never said I didn’t want to pay for them, I just don’t see the point in it,” he said. His protests made you roll your eyes and turn around. Looking at a wall was better than looking at him.

“Hey! I said don’t get all bratty on me, what do you think you’re doing?” His tone was light but you still shifted nervously. Taehyung was scary when mad, you already knew that.

“Fine, I won’t be bratty. But I’ll still pay them myself.” He shook his head and grabbed his wallet. Pulling out a credit card, he pointed it towards you. “No,” you refused. “I don’t want your money.”

He signed but didn’t make a fuss out of it. “Alright, then pay for it now but I want to take half of the price, it’s my baby too.” With that he kissed you on your blown out cheek, still pouting. He took your bag and placed the plastic card into your wallet, wiggling it in the air and making you roll your eyes.

You said your goodbyes and he left the apartment.

Precious shopping time was very needed, after not being able to leave the house pretty much ever, but the bodyguard following you made it uncomfortable. He never left your side for more than a minute and that only, when you managed to slip away. Taehyung had given him a bigger check, to pay extra attention to you when he wasn’t there. The bulky man obviously didn’t want to lose that money.

But Desiree had a plan, because she really needed to talk to you alone.

“Sir, could you please call over an employee for us? Y/N needs some advice and I obviously can’t get someone,” she chirped, right after she slipped away behind the curtain in the changing room. With unsure eyes, he looked at you.

“It’s fine, Desiree is here,” you smiled, noticing his struggle. He nodded tighty, turning around to find the nearest employee.

“Finally he’s gone, oh god!” Your best friend jumped out. “Okay, quick, put this on and tell me if it fits!” The flimsy material she shoved into your hands didn’t need much explanation for what it was, your smile falling, being replaced by a serious look.

“I won’t wear that, stupid.” Your finalised answer was expected and she had a response immediately on her tongue.

“Yeah, but no. You’ll wear it, Taehyung will find it sexy. It’s on,” she deadpanned. Rolling your eyes, you turned around to the cabin, pulling the curtains closed and looking at the underwear in your hands, unsure if this would be a good idea.

“Taehyung and me have regular sex, it’s fine. He likes me with my ugly underwear just the same,” you tried to defend, changing her mind.

But she didn’t buy it. “He hasn’t actually fucked you in like, two weeks. You told me! He only ever goes down on you and then rubs one out. That doesn’t count.”

Exhaling, you nodded to yourself. She was right and you did tell her about it because you were bothered by it. She was just trying to help her friend.

After changing into the thin fabric, almost sweaty because of the trouble it made, you looked at yourself in the mirror filled room. It wasn’t too bad, you supposed. The belly was visible and very prominent but it didn’t bother you.

“You think Taehyung will like it?” Desiree asked from behind the curtains. “Hurry up, the bodyguard is coming back!”

You sighed. “I suppose I’ll take it, yeah. Taehyung will be exhausted tonight, though.”

“Stop trying to find excuses, missy,” she scolded.

When the two of you finished up and you payed for the clothes, leaving the credit card in your wallet because you refused to use it, you made your way to the card printing store.

The cards turned out really pretty, they were being printed and sent to the addresses you gave the nice old man there. You chose a cursive font with pretty colors and everything a light shade of powdery pink. Little butterflies in gold, just like the lettering was, decorated the empty spaces.

It’d give the gender away but you thought about how Taehyung would like it and agreed with Desiree’s opinion, “he probably wants all the cute pink stuff for his princess that he could get.”

After you grabbed some food for the both of you and handed the bodyguard his own bag with lunch, even after he protested, you decided that your feet were tired and you should head home. Although not after promising Desiree that you’d definitely wear the skimpy lingerie.

When Taehyung came through the doorway, he called out into the dark apartment, “I’m home! I hope you ate already, baby. You didn’t respond to me telling you I’d eat with the boys…,” he trailed off, when he didn’t receive an answer.

There was light shining under the bedroom door, so he placed his bag down next to the couch and walked in, quietly opening the door, in case you’d already be asleep.

“Y/N?…,” he questioned shocked. You laid on the bed, cramped up in a position that should be deemed sexy and looked at Tae with playful eyes. He looked around the room, you lit candles and drew the curtains.

“Hey there, handsome,” you smiled. This was nerve-wracking, to say the least. Not being sure of what his reaction to this would be, you pressed your lips together impatiently. He didn’t really show any emotion on his face, just looked at you.

After a short minute, he furrowed his brows. “Why are you not sleeping yet?”

Expecting everything but this, your mouth fell open. He couldn’t be serious.

“Are you for real right now? I’m awake because I waited for you,” you gritted your teeth.

“I texted you, though. Why did you wait up when you knew I was going to be late? Did you eat?” He pushed his jacket off of his shoulders and discarded it on the chair next to his closet. You stood up, angry pout on your face and crossed your arms over your very exposed chest.

“Tae!” He flinched at the raise of your voice. “Look at me,” you stomped your foot. This was childish of you, you knew it. But why couldn’t he appreciate your effort?

Turning around on his heels, he looked at you wide eyed. “Put something on baby, you’ll get cold. It’s winter,” he continued to be ignorant.

“Taehyung, do you really want to fuel me like this? I dressed up for you nicely and present myself like this and you tell me to put some clothes on?”

His mouth fished for words. “Why did you dress up for me?” This was it, you were done. How could he be this dense? Was this really going to be the father of your child?

Squinting your eyes at him, you walked past his figure, to the closet and angrily took a shirt, that was originally his. Pulling it over your head, you reached under and removed the bra, chucking it at his face. He retreated, laughing slightly at your actions.

“What’s wrong, baby? You know you don’t need to dress up for me,” he said, big smile and wrinkled eyes. He walked towards the bed to join you, but you pulled the blankets away when he went to pull them up and slip under. Sulking, you turned your back to him.

He chuckled and shook his head, removing his pants and clothes before laying on the mattress sideways. Carefully, he laid his hand on your shoulder, leaning over you.

“Are you mad now?” He asked. You could still hear the teasing in his tone. You shrugged his hand off and closed your eyes. “Angel, you know I find you sexy all the time, no matter your clothes. Why did you feel the need to dress up?”

You sniffed a bit, keeping your tears of frustration in. “We haven’t had actual sex in a bit, I thought you didn’t want to have sex with me since I’ve gotten bigger.”

He gasped, wanting to talk but you interrupted, “I told Desiree about it and she said I should try this. You don’t even want me dressed up, so what’s the purpose?”

Taehyung turned you around, looking into your eyes intensely. “Angel, my gorgeous baby. Never think that. I love you and you’ll always be attractive to me.” He leaned down and peppered your face with kisses. “You’re the prettiest woman on this planet and you’ll give me a little daughter. I couldn’t be more thankful.”

Pout still present on your lips, you let a tear slip past your cheek. He quickly wiped it away with his thumb, “no, no, no. Don’t you cry right now, baby. I’ll cry too.”

He got you to giggle a little bit at his words, hiding your face away towards the side. He leaned down and nuzzled your cheek with his nose, smooching you and making an obnoxious noise with it.

“Let me explain, alright?” He hummed, laying himself back down on his side next to you. “I’m kind of scared to hurt you or the baby when I actually…put my dick inside of you,” he said shyly.

“Don’t say it like that! Tae,” you giggled. “We’re not high schoolers.”

“Yeah, yeah. Sure, I’m just trying to be clear. What if I poke her? That’s so scary!” He almost screeched, raising his hand in the air to enhance the dramatic scene. This time you actually started to laugh, so hard you rolled to the side and hid yourself in his chest. You couldn’t get enough air in and went red because you laughed so hard.

The baby seemed to dislike the action, kicking you hard and making you gasp and wince. “What? What happened?” Taehyung asked, full of panic. Waving your hand, you let him know that it wasn’t serious.

“She just didn’t like the noise and movement of me laughing this much, it’s fine.” After the cramp subsided, you turned on your back again. “Tae, you won’t poke the baby. Until the doctor tells us, it’s safe to have sex. If you want to be extra sure, we can just ask him the next time we’re there.”

“She moved? Let me feel!” His eyes lit up, completely ignoring your answer to his concerns. Laying his hand on your stomach, he waited for the baby to move again. “Hey, princess. It’s your Daddy,” he smiled. His voice was soft and controlled, not trying to make the baby upset.

“Be nice to your Mommy, alright? I love her a lot.”

His words made you smile widely, tearing up again. He meant so much to you, you couldn’t fathom it. This was your family, full of love and you couldn’t be happier. You put your hand on his head and played with his hair.

“My feet hurt,” you complained. “We walked so much today, I feel like all the water went down into my soles.”

He looked up with a concerned look, furrowing his brows and shaking his head. “This can’t be, my woman suffering? I won’t rest until you’re rid of the pain.” He played it up, jokingly tutting. You giggled when he kissed your knees, calves and went to sit cross legged at your pulsing feet.

He took one foot in his hands and got to work on massaging them, relieving you of the pressure. While he spoiled you, he talked about how the concert went, asked you about your day and the card design you chose.

In complete bliss over being pampered by your boyfriend, you got comfortable. You reminded yourself of having to update Desiree and then cuddled up with Taehyung, listening to his timber voice and falling asleep peacefully.

Until the baby shower, your baby only grew, soon you spent most of your days wearing loose sweaters and at home you completely discarded pants. They just weren’t worth it. The struggle to even find a fitting pair and then growing out of them quickly, made you lose hair at just the thought.

And Taehyung had all these soft sweaters without wearing them, so why not hog them? He noticed only after a week, laughing at your pout when he asked if he could wear one of your favorites. “You’re nesting,” he said, shaking his head in disapproval, but still smiling. “Keep it, I’ll find another one.”

He loved to see you hog his things, loved to see you wear them. It made him embarrassingly hard to see you walking around all pregnant without pants and a care in the world. And ever since you assured him that sex was still fine until the baby grew too much, you weren’t able to get his hands off of you.

For the baby shower you wore a soft winter dress, pants just really didn’t do it for you. And Taehyung said you looked really pretty, so you had to wear it. The party would be in a park, the company was able to reserve it from uninvited guest and this way you’d get some fresh air.

The event went by smooth, everyone loved the cupcakes you baked, with pink icing on top. You prepared fun games and the music was great. Meeting Taehyung’s parents without the phone screen separating you was terrifying but they were still as nice. They brought Yeontan along with them, the excited yapping wouldn’t cease as soon as he saw you and his Dad.

You had to sit down multiple times by Taehyung’s request, he was too worried you’d be in pain again. You kept standing up to talk to all of the guests and once he spotted you on your feet, he practically lunged at you and chased you, Yeontan thinking it’s a fun game, until you had to sit down.

The people enjoyed their time and loved putting their hands on your tummy, trying to coax the baby to move. At the end of the day, when people slowly started to leave and only Desiree, some of Taehyung’s friends and your parents were left, you truly were too tired to stand.

Taehyung gave you a kiss on your hair and insisted that it was fine if you just sat down and you wouldn’t need to help, to calm your conscience.

“We’ll visit soon, gotta keep up with the little bean,” Taehyung’s mother cooed, laying her hand on your stomach and taking you in a hug afterwards. His father took you in his arms too and while they said their goodbyes to their son, you bent down to pet the fluffy monster at your feet.

“You know, you’re not that bad when you’re not scratching my legs,” you spoke to the dog. “Gonna miss you, hairy baby.”

Behind you, Taehyung and his parents chuckled and continued to discuss when Yeontan could spend some time at your place. “Y/N is going to start her maternity leave soon, so if she’s up to it, Yeontan could stay with her.”

You nodded absentmindedly, not really involved into the conversation but still agreeing. It would be less lonely when Taehyung worked, with the dog staying at the apartment.

Not after long, your mother took her leave as well and the boys left in one go and took your best friend with them. Once your things were in the car, you and your boyfriend drove home as well.

After the first half of your pregnancy, everything seemed to go by faster. Your belly constantly grew, the baby already had hair, fingers, with which she was able to form a fist and she recognized when people touched your stomach. The doctor said she’d soon be able to differentiate yours and Taehyung’s voice, you should listen to calming sounds when she’s kicking a lot and she now started to practice breathing.

Ever since the news from the doctor, Taehyung hasn’t stopped talking to his daughter, every night before he went to sleep. He told her stories or sometimes just how much he loved her.

Her eyes should start to open soon as well, making you all wiggly with excitement. Having the ability to feel a little human grow inside of you always seemed scary to you, but now that you experience it, you couldn’t be happier.

She developed quick, you sometimes forgot that she wasn’t going to be in your baby bulge forever. Which reminded you of names, Taehyung still hasn’t shown you his list and you grew impatient. He kept assuring you, that he’d kept it in his mind and that it’ll be worth the wait, that it’s the perfect name and you’d love it. So you gave in, kept letting him pamper you.

The little devil kept notifying you of when she woke up, making sure to let you wake up with her regularly. She also started gaining weight in a more regular rhythm, giving your bladder an even harder time than before. You’d soon stop going to work, your boss wanted you to stay at home as soon as your belly got in the way of serving customers, but you wanted to hold out as long as you could.

You only gave in once the doctor advised you to stop around the 32nd week, the bump being too much to carry around for more than a few hours a day. “If you insist on working, I’ll have to put you on bedrest until you give birth,” he warned, playfully.

Once the oh so dreaded week rolled in, Taehyung jumped into the air, full of joy to know you’ll be safe and sound at home. He started going to practice less to spend more time with you, cooking your favorite foods and massaging your feet almost daily. You read that babies develop a preference of food around the week you were in, so it made sense that you only had appetite for the most delicious things.

The time was well spent, attending birth preparation courses regularly, checking up on the position of the baby and working out with you. It was practical for both of you, this way he stayed fit without being in the dance studio so much and you became less insecure. The baby did put some weight on.

Only five weeks left with your girl and you couldn’t stop the giddiness. Taehyung started to prepare a room in the apartment that was originally supposed to become a gym, but he never started up on it, so it was empty ever since you’ve known him. He and the boys painted the walls in pastel colors and built up the many useful presents the baby shower brought.

You watched them from your place in the wooden rocking chair, bickering over instructions of the crib, diaper changing table and other things.

Smoothing over the loose dress you put on, you laid your hands over your belly. Your little girl was going to be a spring baby and you couldn’t be more excited. Still not knowing the name of her turned out to be hard, so many people asking for her name and being irritated when you didn’t have a clue.

Your mind buzzed full of worries over her. She was in the right position, head down and ready to pop out but she also seemed a little too eager for your taste. Your cervix prepared your body for birth and you regularly felt cramps that scared you to death every time. The idea of going into labor too early was horrifying you, scared of what could happen to your baby.

Thank god for your caring boyfriend, who lives for making you worry less about scary things. He rather made you worry about him and his way of spending money on unnecessary baby things.

Just recently you had to discuss baby clothes with him, because he planned on ordering multiple gucci onesies. “We don’t need these. Our baby will grow up just fine without them!” Is what you kept on defending.

“We do need them! I want my baby to be stylish and cool!” You rubbed the bridge of your nose, not believing his words.

“Tae, the baby will grow so quick it won’t even be able to wear every onesie that’s in your checkout. My mom was already going to bring us some hand me downs from when I was a baby,” you spoke, trying your best not to finally go crazy.

He was completely and utterly thick headed and still went on to buy the overprized baby clothes. He did see your point and only got one in various sizes, this way she could at least sometimes be stylish and cool.

He couldn’t be stopped, continuing to buy branded shoes and dresses, sunglasses and earrings. But you let him to his thing, it was his money and in the end you could always sell the things to other future mothers, once your baby grew out of the clothings.

Having to control the biggest baby in this house was already hard enough, but when Taehyung’s parents left Yeontan at his place your mind went into overdrive. Back in your second trimester the idea of a fluffy friend was nice, going on walks with him to catch some fresh air and cuddling him.

In reality, he constantly barked towards your belly, scared by the unfamiliar bump. Your feet hurt too much, to even walk Yeontan for more than 20 minutes and in the end you had a ball of too much pent up energy running around the apartment.

That’s what best friends were for. Desiree was willing to go out with the dog and get you food while you were too exhausted to move to the kitchen. She took care of you when Taehyung was working and even participated in your at home exercise.

All in all, you were surrounded by people who loved and cared about you. You appreciated everyone, but first place always won Taehyung. He was the one who gave you back and foot massages, kissed you tired when you didn’t feel loved and helped you find a comfortable position when the baby wiggled around.

He was also the person who cried one night, when you had bad cramps and didn’t know why, the baby didn’t kick you and they didn’t feel like birth woes, as far as a description on a mommy page told you. He held you close and tried to calm you down, kissed your hairline and repeated that it’ll be fine.

In the end, the pain stopped after a few minutes and you fell asleep, too exhausted from everything that is the last month of pregnancy. The next day you went to your doctor and felt like floating once he told you that it was just a very heavy cramp, your body preparing for birth.

With that knowledge, you started to pack your bag for when the baby will come. You packed everything you deemed necessary and placed it near the door, in case you needed to grab it in a hurry.

It happened when you were asleep. Taehyung was snoring a little because he catched a cold, splayed out over the bed, when he noticed you moving. You suddenly flinched up, feeling like you peed yourself.

Wide eyed, you sat up, feeling around the bed. A sharp pain pulled through your abdomen and you hissed, holding your stomach. “T-Tae,” you huffed. You hurried to shake him up, he was groaning, not completely asleep anymore, but still not grasping what you were saying. “I think the baby is coming, Tae! Please wake up, please,” you cried.

At this he sprang up, almost screaming. “What? It’s- now?!” Full of panic he looked at you, saw the obvious pain in your face and hurried to grab his pants. You didn’t bother to change out of your sleeping dress, standing up slowly and walking out of the bedroom. Taehyung came to your side after he grabbed his phone and held you close, making sure you were stable on your legs.

“Can you grab the bag, baby? Wait-,” he reached for your coat. “It’s cold out, put this on.” After you were able to pull the jacket on, you took the bag from Taehyung and walked in front of him outside of the apartment. “We’ll drive, the ambulance won’t be quick enough,” he stated. “You’ll be okay, baby. The woes only started right now, they’ll be slow.”

If you wouldn’t be waddling across the hall towards the elevator, concentrated on holding your footing, you’d be amazed by how much he picked up from all of the courses you attended. He locked the apartment up before you went down the lift towards the parking lot. In his car, he called your doctor, on his advice. He tried to keep calm, informing your doctor that he had to come to the hospital you were on your way to.

After that, he called his manager, only reaching his mailbox. Hastily, he told him to inform the others and the company. You kept your breathing even, holding the door handle tight to level out your pain. “Tae, I can’t do this,” you looked at his face with wide eyes. He shook his head, looking at the road ahead and held your hand.

“You can, and you will. You did so great until now, you know what to do. I’ll be right next to you the whole time,” he said. His voice appeared steady, completely opposite to your teary state. Taking your hand in his, he took a quick glance over. “You’ll get our baby girl out there, too. You’re so strong.”

His words did help a little, he truly trusted in you. When you arrived at the hospital, rushing to the check in, a nurse immediately ran to get you a wheelchair. Taehyung described to another nurse how far you might be, telling her that your doctor is on the way here to assist. Adding to that, a doctor from the hospital was informed to prepare for the birth.

To your request, you were put under medication as soon as the process allowed it. When it kicked in, all the pain was relieved. Laying back, you could finally concentrate on breathing.

Delivering a child was different from what you expected and you were glad that Taehyung had the decency not to look, once it got ugly. After tough eight hours of pushing, breathing and breaking your boyfriend’s hand, you heard screaming. It was faint in your ears, exhaustion taking over your senses. You were sweaty and tired, laying flatly on the bed and when the doctor held your baby, after washing it and cutting the umbilical cord, you smiled. It was a hazy, tired smile and you could barely focus on the infant in front of you.

“Baby, look at her, our daughter is so gorgeous,” Tae whispered, calming you down with regular stroking over your hair. “You did it, angel. It’s done.”

“Yeah?” you asked, voice hoarse from the exhaustion. “Can I sleep now?” The nurses and Taehyung laughed, the doctor was busy writing down the time of birth and all the necessary data.

“What will her name be?” The question came expected but you still weren’t prepared. Your boyfriend still kept his secret and smiled at you.

“Can it wait until she’s rested? She doesn’t know what name I chose yet.”

“She’s such a cute angel! Oh my god, you did so good with her!” Desiree squealed. She came to visit two days after you delivered, excited to meet your daughter. Taehyung just went out to get some actual food for you and you laid back on the bed, smiling when Desiree picked her up.

“How are you doing postpartum? Feeling good?” She checked up on you. Previous to birth you voiced your concerns about getting postpartum depression, so it was only natural for her to be curious.

Nodding your head, you sat up a little. “Yeah, I’m actually fine. Except for the ugly details when I go to pee. I adore her,” you yawned. Taehyung had been watching her when you slept out your exhaustion, but with a newborn constantly needing to get stilled, sleep wasn’t as good as before.

“Heey, how are the ladies?” Taehyung walked in, swing in his step and bags of food in his hands. “She’s awake?”

Desiree nodded, smiling brightly when she turned around to present the bundle of cuteness. Putting the food down, Taehyung gave you a kiss and then turned to stroke his daughter’s head.

“When will you be able to go home?” Your best friend asked. Shrugging, you stuffed your mouth with much needed food. You wanted pizza, but Taehyung refused to indulge your unhealthy wishes. So now you had a chicken salad.

“The doctor said she can go home as soon as the nurses know she’ll be fine at home,” Taehyung answered for you.

You all went silent except for the munching noises, until the princess of the room started to scream. “She’s hungry,” you stated simply. With a bit of fiddling, Desiree put her in your arms and helped you get into a comfortable position to feed your baby, taking your lunch and placing it on the side table.

“My call to leave,” she chuckled. “The boys will be here tomorrow, right? I’ll come over then,” she mentioned, smiling and waving. Taehyung escorted her to the door and then sat down next to you, baby already suckling happily.

“You did so good with her, angel,” Taehyung murmured, watching you and his daughter with a soft gaze. He reached over to smooth over the fluffy hair she already had and smiled. Your heart clenched at the sight.

“We did good, Tae. She’s yours too,” you said. Taking his hand, you pulled him in to kiss him. “She’s gorgeous. Our baby girl. Can’t wait for our parents and Yeontan to meet her.”

Taehyung hummed, smiling at his little family. “Our springchild, sweet Chun-ja.”

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