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The walk-in closet was peaceful, the soft lighting casting a warm glow as you brushed your hair in the vanity mirror. With only two weeks left until your due date, you couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation. The time seemed to be flying by, and yet, you still had so many things running through your mind as the days ticked down.

Jungkook sat behind you on the couch in the corner of the closet, his attention mostly on his phone. He looked relaxed, scrolling through something on his screen, but you could feel his presence in the room—comforting, familiar, and constant. His quiet, supportive energy was exactly what you needed in these final days before everything changed.

You glanced at him through the mirror, a soft smile tugging at your lips. "Two weeks," you said, your voice a little breathless from the thought of it all. "Can you believe it?"

Jungkook lifted his gaze from his phone, locking eyes with you in the reflection. He smiled, his expression warm and reassuring. "It's crazy," he replied, voice steady. "But we've made it this far. You're doing amazing."

You felt a wave of gratitude wash over you at his words. It had been a long journey, but hearing his support made you feel like you could handle whatever came next. You set your brush down, turning slightly in your seat to face him.

"Thanks for sticking with me," you said, feeling a little vulnerable as you shared your thoughts.

Jungkook set his phone aside and walked over to where you were sitting. He knelt down in front of you, gently taking your hand in his. "I'm not going anywhere," he said softly, his thumb brushing over your skin. "We're in this together. Every step of the way."

You smiled, your heart swelling with affection for him. In these final moments before everything changed, you knew you'd have his unwavering support—and that made all the difference.

As you studied your reflection in the mirror, you couldn't help but focus on the changes in your face. Your nose, which once seemed perfectly fine, now looked a little larger, and your cheeks were puffy, making you feel like you didn't recognize yourself. The hormonal shifts from pregnancy had transformed your features, and you couldn't shake the feeling of discomfort when you looked at your own reflection.

You sighed softly, brushing a hand over your face, almost wishing for the days when you felt like yourself again. "I don't even recognize myself sometimes," you muttered under your breath, staring at the face in the mirror.

Jungkook, who had been standing by quietly, noticed the shift in your mood. He got up from where he had been sitting and walked over to you, gently placing a hand on your shoulder, his gaze soft as he looked at you through the mirror. "Hey, don't do that," he said, his voice tender. "You're beautiful, pregnancy glow or not."

You turned to face him, meeting his eyes. "But my face..." you trailed off, not sure how to put into words what you were feeling.

Jungkook reached out, cupping your face with both of his hands, and leaned in close, his forehead touching yours. "I see you, Y/n. Not just the pregnancy changes, but everything that makes you, you. And I love every part of you. No matter what." His words were soft but filled with so much sincerity.

You felt a small lump in your throat, touched by his reassurance. It was hard to ignore the changes you saw, but the way he looked at you made it feel like everything was okay.

"Thank you," you whispered, feeling the tension in your shoulders ease just a little. He was right. The changes were temporary, but his love for you wasn't.

Jungkook's playful grin spread across his face as he leaned closer, his voice teasing and full of that flirty charm you knew so well. "Honestly, Y/n," he began, his eyes scanning over you with a smirk, "you look so sexy and glowing right now, I'm pretty sure people would be jealous. Pregnancy has never looked so good, babe."

You couldn't help but laugh, feeling a warmth flood through you at his flirty tone. "Really?" you said, raising an eyebrow and trying to hide the smile that tugged at your lips. "Sexy pregnant woman? You sure about that?"

"Absolutely," he replied, stepping a little closer, his tone low and playful. "I bet half the guys out there wish they could have a pregnant woman that looks this good." He winked at you, his gaze never leaving yours.

His flirty attitude made you feel a little more confident, and you couldn't help but tease back. "So you're saying you're the lucky one, huh?" you said, leaning in slightly as your smile widened.

He let out a soft chuckle, his hands resting on your waist, pulling you in a bit closer. "Oh, I know I am," he said, his voice softer now, though still carrying that flirtatious edge. "I'm lucky to be with the most beautiful woman in the world, pregnancy glow or not."

You felt the tension ease away as his words, mixed with his playful attitude, made everything feel lighter. He knew exactly how to make you feel special—even when you didn't feel like it yourself.

Jungkook grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief as he stepped back a little, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "What can I say, it's my effect on you," he teased, giving you a wink. "You can't help but look this good pregnant without me."

You immediately felt heat rise to your cheeks, and without thinking, you playfully shoved him away. "Stop!" you said, a light laugh escaping as you tried to hide your embarrassment. "You're ridiculous!"

He stumbled back slightly from the push but quickly caught himself, still grinning like the cat who got the cream. "I'm just speaking the truth," he said, his voice smooth with that teasing charm. "I can't help it if I make you look even more beautiful."

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn't stop the smile spreading across your face. "I swear, you're so full of yourself," you said, though your tone was affectionate.

Jungkook laughed, clearly enjoying the playful back-and-forth between you two. "Hey, I can't help it if I'm right." He gave you a grin that said everything you needed to know—he loved making you smile, especially when you were embarrassed like this.

"You're lucky you're cute," you muttered under your breath, though you knew he heard you, judging by the look of satisfaction that crossed his face.

You slowly rise from your chair, brushing down the sides of your robe, and Jungkook is already there with a hand outstretched. He gently takes your hand, his other one settling on the small of your back as he helps you steady yourself.

"Careful," he murmurs, eyes scanning your face like he's making sure you're really okay.

"I'm pregnant, not dying," you joke softly, though you secretly love how attentive he is.

He grins but doesn't loosen his grip as the two of you make your way out of the walk-in closet and down the stairs. His steps match yours, slow and patient, and every few seconds he glances at your bump like it's the most precious thing in the world.

As you reach the bottom of the staircase and step into the warm glow of the kitchen lights, you can already smell the faint hint of fresh groceries from earlier. Jungkook guides you toward the kitchen island, pulling out a chair for you like a gentleman before moving around to check the bags.

"You want anything to eat?" he asks, opening the fridge, voice casual but still laced with that same soft concern. "Something cold? Maybe fruit?"

You watch him, heart warm, realizing for the hundredth time just how lucky you are to have him here through every little moment.

You lean back slightly in the chair, letting out a small huff. "Can you get me some strawberries?" you mumble, looking up at Jungkook with that tired-but-sweet expression he can never resist.

He doesn't hesitate for even a second. "Already on it," he says, spinning toward the fridge.

You watch as he moves quickly, grabbing the container and rinsing them under the tap like he's done this a thousand times now—which, honestly, he probably has. He dries them gently, slices off the tops, and places them neatly in a bowl without saying a word. The concentration on his face is almost adorable.

He places the bowl in front of you with a proud little smile. "Your highness, your strawberries," he says dramatically, bowing slightly.

You giggle, picking one up right away. "You're getting good at this," you say between bites.

He grins, sliding into the seat beside you. "You've trained me well." Then, with a playful smirk, he adds, "Not that I mind. I kinda like being bossed around by you."

You shoot him a quick look, raising an eyebrow with suspicion. "Don't tell me you meant that in a dirty way," you mutter, chewing slowly as you eye him.

Jungkook gives you the most innocent expression he can muster, lips pursed like he's trying to hold in a laugh. "What? Me? Never," he says, voice dripping with fake innocence.

You narrow your eyes but decide not to press it further, rolling your eyes playfully as you pop another strawberry into your mouth. "Mhm. Sure," you mumble around the bite, pretending like you didn't notice the way his lips twitched into a sly smile.

He leans back in his chair, arms folded behind his head, clearly enjoying himself. "You know, for someone who's about to give birth, you still look way too good to be taken seriously when you're mad."

You ignore that too—barely—because these strawberries are way too good, and frankly, so is he.

You turn slightly toward Jungkook, wiping your fingers on a napkin before resting your hand on your bump. "Oh—by the way," you say casually, "Doctor Kim told me I should start packing my hospital bag."

Jungkook looks up from his phone immediately, brows raising. "Already?"

You nod. "Mhm. She said we're close enough now that I should keep it ready, just in case. And to start watching for signs of labor, too."

He blinks for a second, as if trying to process how real it's all becoming. "Like... real signs? Like water breaking and contractions?" he asks, eyes growing slightly wider.

You chuckle at his expression. "Yes, genius. Real signs."

He runs a hand through his hair, letting out a quiet breath. "Damn. It's getting real now, huh?"

You smile softly, leaning your head against his shoulder. "Yeah... it really is."

He wraps his arm around you, holding you gently but firmly, like he suddenly doesn't want to let go. "Alright then," he says after a moment. "We'll pack the bag tomorrow. Together. And I'll start sleeping with one eye open."

You laugh softly, resting your hand over his as it settles on your bump. "Oh—and guess what?" you say, a grin spreading across your face. "My parents set up a crib in my old bedroom."

Jungkook blinks. "Wait, really?"

You nod, amused. "Yep. Full setup too—crib, changing mat, little stuffed animals. My mom's already calling it the baby's second home for when we visit."

He snorts, trying to picture it. "That woman does not play around."

"Nope," you giggle. "She even said she's been keeping the room extra clean just in case we drop by last minute."

Jungkook smiles, shaking his head. "Honestly, your mom might be more excited than we are."

"She's already planning sleepovers," you tease. "I think she wants to steal the baby more than anything."

He leans over and kisses your temple gently. "Well, good. That just means we'll have babysitting covered when we need a break."

You hum in agreement, your heart full. "Exactly."

You let out a soft sigh, resting your chin in your hand as you look down at your bump. "I just wish she could be here... like, actually here when I give birth," you murmur.

Jungkook glances at you, his expression softening immediately.

You continue, "It'd be nice to have her close by—to help, or just... be there, you know?" You shrug, eyes a little glassy. "No one really comforts me the way she does."

He scoots a little closer, slipping his fingers through yours. "I know," he says gently. "Your mom's like your safe place. I get it."

You nod slowly, swallowing the lump in your throat.

"But hey," Jungkook adds, squeezing your hand, "if there's anything you need—anything at all—I'm here. I'll do whatever it takes to make you feel safe too, even if I have to learn to be half as comforting as she is."

You smile through the emotion, leaning your head against his shoulder again. "You're already doing more than enough."

He presses a kiss to the top of your head. "Still. I'll be your backup mom until she gets here."

You give him a look, your brows raised in amused disbelief. "Backup mom?" you repeat, squinting at him as you hold his face gently between your hands. "Yeah... no thanks."

Jungkook laughs, letting you squish his cheeks a little before leaning back. "Rude."

Just then, the doorbell rings, echoing through the house. You both freeze for a second before he looks at you. "You expecting anyone?"

You shake your head slowly, frowning. "Nope... not at all."

He stands up with a slight stretch, glancing toward the door. "Should I get it?"

"Unless you want me to waddle all the way there," you say, raising an eyebrow.

He smirks. "Alright, alright. Stay there, backup mom's got it."

You groan playfully as he heads toward the front door.

You pull out your phone, scrolling mindlessly for a second, but something about the stillness in the house makes your stomach twist. No sound. No Jungkook.

You call out, "Jungkook?" expecting his usual "yeah?" or even a sarcastic "backup mom reporting for duty"—but nothing.

You frown, heart picking up speed as you push yourself out of the chair with effort, balancing your weight. "Don't be messing with me, Jungkook," you mutter as you waddle toward the front door.

But when you turn the corner and finally see who's there—your breath catches.

"Mom? Dad?"

Your mother's face immediately lights up, her arms opening for a hug while your father smiles beside her, suitcase in hand. Jungkook stands there with a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his neck.

"You didn't think I'd let you go through labor without your mom, did you?" she says warmly.

You just stare, stunned for a second, before tears spring to your eyes and you step forward, letting her wrap you in the softest, safest hug you've felt in months.

Your mom holds you tightly, hands instantly falling to your stomach as she gasps softly, "Oh my—look at you, my baby's baby is almost here." She rests her hand gently over the bump, a warm smile spreading across her face as she whispers, "You're glowing, sweetheart. Really."

Your dad steps in next, kissing your cheek with a proud smile. "There's our girl," he says gently, before pulling you into a strong, familiar hug.

You wrap your arms around him, holding on just a little longer than usual. There was something about your dad's hugs—like they shielded you from everything outside the walls of your home.

"I missed you so much," you whisper, your voice catching in your throat.

He squeezes you back, chuckling softly. "We missed you more. You didn't think we'd miss the arrival of our grandchild, did you?"

Behind you, Jungkook smiles softly at the scene, watching the way your eyes shone just a little brighter now that your parents were finally here.

While Jungkook quietly takes their bags and wheels them toward the guest room, you guide your parents toward the kitchen, one hand on your back and the other on the edge of the counter for support.

"Come sit down, I'll make you both some tea," you say, motioning them to the stools at the kitchen island.

Your mom immediately protests, "Sweetheart, you sit, I'll make it—"

But you wave her off with a small grin. "Nope. You've raised me, let me spoil you a little."

Your dad chuckles, settling onto the stool. "Just don't go into labor mid-tea."

You roll your eyes with a soft laugh, grabbing the kettle and setting it on the stove, your movements slow but practiced. "Let's hope not. The baby better wait until at least after dinner."

As the water starts to heat up, the cozy aroma of the house surrounds you all. Your mom looks around with a soft, sentimental expression. "This place already feels like home."

Your mom eyes you over the rim of her mug as you set down the teacups, that teasing smile she's perfected over the years creeping up on her face.

"So..." she starts, slowly stirring her tea, "how are you and Jungkook doing?"

You narrow your eyes at her immediately, knowing where this is going, and she grins even more. "Is he treating you well? Still being all sweet and obsessed with you like before?"

Your dad glances up curiously too, a raised brow waiting for your answer.

You roll your eyes, trying not to smile too hard. "Yes, Mom. He's treating me so well. Still won't let me lift anything heavier than a spoon."

From the hallway, Jungkook walks in just in time to hear that and smirks. "Correction—she shouldn't even be lifting spoons," he says, placing a hand on your shoulder and kissing the top of your head.

Your mom lets out a satisfied hum, "Good. I was ready to throw hands if he wasn't."

Jungkook chuckles, pretending to look worried. "Duly noted, Mrs. Y/L/N."

Your mother eyes you up and down, her gaze stopping at your dress with a knowing smile tugging at her lips.

"Well," she says, taking a sip of her tea, "at least you're being properly spoiled." Her eyebrows lift meaningfully as she nods toward your outfit. "Is that a designer dress, missy?"

You groan, already rolling your eyes. "Mom, it was on sale."

She snorts, clearly not buying it. "Mhm. A designer sale still costs more than my entire wardrobe."

Jungkook raises his hands innocently. "Don't look at me—I just say yes to whatever she adds to the cart."

Your dad chimes in with a chuckle, "Smart man."

You shake your head with a laugh, tugging gently at the fabric. "It's comfortable, okay? And it fits the bump."

Your mom leans over, smirking as she pats your hand. "You're glowing, you've got a handsome man in love with you, and you're in designer. I raised you well."

You're mid-sip of your tea when your mom suddenly sighs, dramatically placing her cup down on the saucer.

"So, Jungkook," she says, turning to him with a casual smile that doesn't fool you for a second, "when are you two getting married?"

You choke. Literally choke on your tea.

You cough, trying to recover, eyes wide as you glance at her. "Mom—"

"No, no, don't 'Mom' me," she waves you off, eyes still locked on Jungkook like a hawk. "You two have a baby on the way, you're playing house, and I'm still waiting for a wedding. It needs to happen fast."

Jungkook, surprisingly calm, raises his brows with a small smile, reaching out to pat your back gently as you cough. "I mean... I've been thinking about it," he says, chuckling nervously but looking sincere. "Just waiting for the right time."

Your mom nods, but doesn't back down. "Well, the right time is before the baby starts walking. I want to wear something fabulous and cry in public, okay?"

You bury your face in your hands. "I'm not even married yet and she's planning her outfit."

Jungkook leans in close to whisper with a grin, "I think we're being bullied."

Your dad just shrugs, sipping his tea. "She's not wrong though."

Your dad sets his tea down with a little clink and leans back in his chair, giving Jungkook a raised brow and then glancing at you with a playful shake of his head.

"You know," he starts, folding his arms across his chest, "back in our day, people used to get married first, then have the kids. That's how it usually went."

You roll your eyes, already sensing the incoming generational lecture.

"But no," he continues dramatically, "this new generation—" he gestures between you and Jungkook, "—they do everything backwards. Your cousin Minji did the same thing, didn't even tell anyone until she was seven months in. Seven!"

Your mom snorts, "At least these two look happy."

Jungkook chuckles awkwardly but politely, rubbing the back of his neck. "Times are definitely changing, sir."

Your dad just sighs, but his tone softens as he gives a small grin. "Well, you two seem solid. And I like you, Jungkook. You're decent. So I'll let it slide—for now."

You lean into Jungkook with a smirk. "He likes you. That's basically a proposal from my dad."

Your mom perks up. "Great! So wedding plans soon?"

You groan, sinking into your seat as Jungkook laughs under his breath, clearly amused and just a little scared.

You narrow your eyes at Jungkook as he tries to stifle a laugh, clearly enjoying himself a little too much. "Well," you begin, looking at your parents, "it's not like we planned any of this—"

Jungkook, without missing a beat, chimes in, "Yeah, I mean... unprotected sex kind of leads to—"

You smack his arm quickly, eyes wide as you cut him off, "Jungkook!"

He throws his hands up in defense, laughing, "I'm just saying!"

You glance at your mom and dad who both look half-amused, half-horrified. "It was a surprise, okay?" you mumble, cheeks warm as you shoot Jungkook a pointed look. "A big, beautiful, life-changing surprise."

"Exactly," Jungkook says quickly, squeezing your hand, still grinning like he's proud of the chaos he just stirred. "Best surprise of my life."

You let out a breath, then quickly change the subject. "Anyway! Who wants more tea?"

Jungkook glances toward you with a smile still tugging at his lips, clearly pleased with himself. But before he can say anything, your mother tilts her head and sighs dreamily, eyes twinkling.

"Honestly, how are you not a model?" she asks, sipping her tea and gesturing to him. "Tall, handsome, beautiful eyes."

Jungkook blinks, clearly caught off guard, and chuckles softly, his ears turning slightly pink. "Ah, no... I'm not that special," he mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck shyly.

You can't help but laugh at how flustered he gets, nudging his arm. "Don't lie. You know you eat that up."

He gives you a side glance, smiling. "Only when you say it."

Your mom leans toward your dad. "See? That's why she's glowing. Look how sweet he is."

Your dad grumbles playfully, "Yeah, yeah. He's charming. Still not off the hook for that unprotected part though."

Jungkook's eyes widen slightly. "Noted, sir."

Jungkook chuckles shyly at your mom's unexpected compliment, trying to play it cool but clearly flustered. He scratches the back of his neck, glancing down as a soft blush creeps onto his cheeks.

Your mom coos at his reaction, her voice light and teasing. "Aigoo, look at him—getting all shy. Our grandkids are gonna be too cute, I just know it. With good genes and a trust fund? Mm, jackpot," she adds with a playful wink in your direction.

You roll your eyes with a smile, "Mom!"

Jungkook laughs under his breath, nudging your leg gently with his knee. "I think she's already planning their future."

"She absolutely is," you mutter, shooting your mom a look as she sips her tea smugly.

"I'm just saying," she hums, "a model-looking dad and a beautiful mom? Those babies are going to run the world."

Your mother, clearly in her element now, sets her teacup down with a little clink and leans back in her seat, a proud smirk on her face.

"I honestly can't wait to flex to your aunts," she says with a gleam in her eye. "They always loved to talk about their daughters getting married first or landing good jobs—well now look at you. Beautiful house, a baby on the way, and a man who looks like he walked off a runway? Mmm. Let's see what they have to say now."

You let out a soft groan, "Mom, you're so dramatic."

She shrugs unapologetically. "Let me live! I've earned this. You're doing well, and I get bragging rights. I'm going to show them pictures of your garden, your dress collection, everything. Just wait until they see the nursery."

Jungkook stifles a laugh, clearly enjoying the moment. "Should I be worried for your aunts?"

Your mom waves her hand. "They'll survive. Maybe."

You lean into Jungkook with a smirk. "You're officially part of her flex material now. There's no going back."

He grins, slipping his arm around you. "Good. I don't plan on going anywhere."

Your dad, sensing your mom's growing excitement, gives her a gentle nudge and a knowing look. "Alright, calm down, honey. Why don't you go check out the guest room with Jungkook? I'm sure he'd love to show you how it's all set up."

Your mom pouts, her excitement momentarily deflated, but she gives a small nod, obviously not ready to let go of the bragging just yet. "Fine, fine. Come on, Jungkook," she says, taking his arm and guiding him toward the guest room, her voice still carrying that proud tone.

Jungkook chuckles softly, following her along, but before he leaves, he gives you a quick wink. "I'll make sure she doesn't try to redecorate the whole place."

You roll your eyes, knowing exactly what your mom's capable of, but you wave them off with a smile.

As soon as they're out of earshot, your dad leans back in his chair, a more relaxed smile on his face. "You and Jungkook seem really happy together. I can tell you're both going to make great parents."

You feel a warmth in your chest at his words, but you quickly shrug it off, trying not to get too emotional. "We're getting there. It's a little crazy, but we'll manage."

He gives you a knowing look, the kind of look only a father can give. "You'll be fine. Just don't let all the pressure get to you. You're a good kid, and I know you'll figure things out."

You smile, feeling a bit of reassurance. "Thanks, Dad."

The room feels quieter now, and it's just you and him, both settling into the moment.

Your dad's tone shifts to something more thoughtful, and you can hear the sentiment in his voice. He looks at you with a mixture of love and concern, his gaze softening as he continues, "It feels like just yesterday you were a little girl in my arms, and now you're here... about to start your own family. I just want to make sure you're truly ready for all of this. For your future with Jungkook. It's a big step, and I know it's not always easy."

His words hit you harder than you expected, and for a moment, you're caught off guard. You glance down at your hands, unsure of how to answer, but your dad's voice is steady, almost like he's waiting for you to say something honest.

"You've always been independent, and I respect that, but are you sure this is what you want? I know Jungkook makes you happy, but do you see yourself with him forever?" he asks gently, looking at you like he's trying to read every little detail in your expression.

The weight of his question settles in, and for a second, you feel that familiar rush of emotions—the nervousness, the excitement, the uncertainty. But as you look back at him, you realize something. This isn't just about you anymore. It's about you and Jungkook, your shared future, and everything that's coming next.

Taking a deep breath, you finally look up at him, your eyes a little misty. "I'm sure, Dad. I mean... yeah, I know it's a huge step, but... I love him. And he loves me. We might not have everything figured out, but we'll figure it out together. We've already been through so much, and I just know he's the one I want to do all this with."

Your dad listens quietly, nodding slowly as you speak. He doesn't say anything for a moment, just takes it all in. Then, with a soft smile, he leans back in his chair, his expression a mix of pride and understanding. "I'm glad to hear that, sweetheart. I can see it. Just don't lose yourself in all of it. And remember, no matter what, you always have me and your mom."

You smile back at him, feeling lighter. "I won't. Thanks, Dad."

He chuckles softly, the tension in the room easing. "I just want you to be happy. And it seems like Jungkook makes you happy, so that's all I need to know."

He reaches out and pulls you into a warm, familiar hug—the kind that always made everything feel okay when you were younger. His arms wrap around you tightly, his hand gently cradling the back of your head like he used to when you were a kid.

"I love you, Y/n," he murmurs into your hair, his voice slightly thick with emotion. "You'll always be my little daughter... no matter how grown you get, no matter where life takes you. I'm proud of you, and I'm here. Always."

You close your eyes, holding him tighter, heart swelling at the comfort and love in his words. There's something about a father's reassurance that quiets every fear, even the ones you didn't realize were there.

"I love you too, Dad," you whisper, a soft smile playing on your lips. "Thanks for always being in my corner."

You decide to go check up on your mother, leading your dad toward the guest room only to find it empty. You furrow your brows, confused for a moment—until faint sounds echo down the hallway. Curious, you follow the soft murmurs and light laughter, stopping in front of the baby room.

Peeking in through the slightly ajar door, you spot Jungkook and your mother standing by the crib. She's crouched down beside it, her phone in hand as she takes pictures from different angles, cooing at the little stuffed animals and folded blankets like the baby had already arrived.

"Oh, this is adorable," she whispers, zooming in on the tiny knitted socks resting at the corner of the mattress. "Your aunt is going to lose her mind when she sees this."

Jungkook stands beside her with a soft smile on his face, his arms folded as he watches her fondly. He looks so calm and proud, like he was soaking in every second of the moment. When he notices you by the door, his eyes light up and he grins. "Caught us."

Your mom looks up quickly, beaming. "Y/n! This nursery is stunning. I couldn't help myself—I just had to get some photos. Look at this crib. So elegant. And the little mobile? It's perfect."

You step into the room, chuckling. "I thought you were checking out the guest room, not starting a photo shoot."

She waves her hand dismissively. "The guest room can wait. This is where all the magic's going to happen. I can already picture it—midnight feeds, lullabies, tiny yawns."

Jungkook slips an arm around your waist and pulls you gently toward him. "She said she's printing one of the photos to hang in her living room."

You groan playfully. "Of course she is."

You lean into Jungkook, the heat of his body instantly comforting against your side. His hand rubs gently along your lower back, anchoring you in the cozy silence that settled in the room. Together, you both watch your mother, who had now moved on from the crib and was inspecting the tiny toys neatly placed on the shelves.

She picks up a soft bunny plush, holding it to her chest like it was the most precious thing in the world. "This baby is going to be so spoiled," she says with a soft laugh, eyes twinkling as she glances back at the two of you. "I swear I didn't even have half this much stuff when you were born, Y/n."

Jungkook lets out a quiet chuckle, tightening his arm around you as he leans his head closer to yours. "That's because your daughter has been nesting like a pro," he says under his breath, making you smile as your cheek brushes against his shoulder.

You exhale softly, eyes moving from your mother to the room itself—so full of love, of waiting, of quiet anticipation. It was really happening. All of it. And standing there with him, you felt like you could breathe through it a little easier.

Jungkook then gently nudges you with his arm, his voice soft but firm. "Babe, go sit down. You've been on your feet all day," he says, glancing down at your stomach with concern. "I don't want you getting any sudden cramps or pain from standing too much."

You open your mouth to protest, but the subtle ache in your lower back reminds you he's probably right. He gives you that look—the one that leaves no room for argument, but still feels wrapped in care.

Your mom chimes in with a teasing smile, "Listen to him, Y/n. He's already sounding like a protective husband."

You roll your eyes with a small laugh, but you let Jungkook lead you to the armchair in the corner of the room. He makes sure you're comfortable, even grabbing a small pillow to tuck behind your back before crouching in front of you to rub your legs softly.

"Just relax for a bit, okay?" he says, brushing his thumb along your knee. "Me and your mom will finish up looking around."

And for a moment, you simply watch him—your heart full, your body heavy, but your soul incredibly light.

She gleams, her eyes lighting up as she places a hand on your arm. "I'm planning on cooking all your meals while I'm here," she says proudly. "All the best foods for the baby—trust me, I know them all. I was pregnant with you, wasn't I?" She gives you a knowing smile, full of that confident motherly energy.

"I'm even bringing out my special pregnancy tea," she adds with a wink. "Helps with swelling, back pain, and keeps your mood in check. At least it did for me."

You raise a brow. "Is it actual tea or your version of tea—where you gossip and tell me what I'm doing wrong?"

She gasps playfully, "A little bit of both, maybe."

Jungkook watches from the side, quietly amused, and leans toward you. "I'm kind of scared of her 'tea,'" he whispers with a small smirk.

You nudge him with your elbow, grinning. "You should be."

Jungkook gently keeps his arm resting around your shoulders, his warmth a comforting presence as you both stand in the softly lit baby room. You glance up at him, catching his eyes already on you, full of quiet concern.

"Do you need anything before I head downstairs?" he asks softly, brushing his thumb along your arm.

You shake your head, offering a small smile. "No, I'm okay. I think I just want to stay in here for a bit... maybe read. I'm hardly ever in this room," you admit, your gaze drifting around at the tiny clothes, the soft toys, and the untouched crib. "Which is kind of sad, huh?"

Jungkook leans down to kiss your temple, his voice low and sweet. "Not sad—just means the best part hasn't started yet."

You hum quietly at his words, feeling your chest warm with emotion. He gives your shoulder one last squeeze before stepping away.

"I'll be downstairs if you need me, okay, honey?"

You nod, already sinking onto the soft armchair in the corner, picking up a book as your mother and Jungkook quietly leaves the room. The silence wraps around you, peaceful and gentle, filled only with the soft promise of the life that's about to begin.

Your mind begins to wander as your hand instinctively rests on your belly, feeling the soft movement inside—tiny flutters reminding you that you're never truly alone anymore. You glance around the baby room, eyes landing on each detail with a sense of deep, growing tenderness.

You imagine yourself standing by the changing station, sleepily but gently changing your baby's diaper in the middle of the night, the quiet hum of the nightlight casting a soft glow. You smile faintly, already picturing the little faces he'll make, the tiny fists he'll throw in the air as you soothe him back to calm.

Your eyes trail to the crib, the soft canopy—almost like a dreamy tent—draped above it. You picture him curled up inside, eyes shut in peaceful sleep, tiny breaths in and out as you and Jungkook peek over the rails, admiring every little detail of your son.

Then there's the glowing wall decor—the light-up clouds that dim like a sunset. You imagine him giggling at them as he learns to focus his eyes, or pointing at them with chubby fingers as he learns to recognize shapes and lights.

The room no longer feels just like a room. It feels like a promise—a beginning. And with that realization, your heart swells, both nervous and overjoyed, at the life you're about to meet... right here.

Although Jungkook had gently insisted you sit and rest, your curiosity—and a burst of nostalgia—pulls you from the chair. You waddle softly over to the baby's closet, opening the small white doors and instantly being met with the soft scent of fabric and baby powder.

The clothes are still perfectly arranged, just as you and Jungkook had done that night. You run your fingers across the tiny onesies and matching sets, neatly hung in tiny hangers, organized by shades—blue, white, beige... your personal favorite palette, muted and soft, easy on the eyes. You always joked you had an eye for "boring" colors, but somehow it made everything feel more peaceful, more like home.

You smile to yourself, remembering how Jungkook stayed up with you that night, even though he was yawning every five minutes, helping you fold the baby socks and arrange the shelves by size. He'd gotten so into it, he started categorizing by sleeve length, even color tone. At one point, he held up a beige romper and said, "This is my favorite. It looks cozy. Like a baby cloud."

You linger for a moment, picking up a tiny pair of shoes—soft-soled and small enough to fit in the palm of your hand. It's hard to imagine that soon, they'll belong to someone. Someone who will call you "mom."

It makes your chest feel full.

You whisper softly, "We're so ready for you, little one..."

You take a picture of the perfectly arranged baby room and send it off to Lily. Almost immediately, your phone buzzes with her reply—a message accompanied by those adorable, pleading eyes emoji. It reads something like, "This looks so cute! But where's the baby play area? I'm missing a little corner for fun!"

You pause, eyes widening as you reread her message. A small smile forms as you think, "How could I forget that?" In all the focus on the crib, changing station, and neatly arranged clothes, you hadn't even considered carving out a playful nook for your little one.

You tap your phone, mentally noting that adding a dedicated play area is definitely on the to-do list. Maybe a soft mat, a few colorful toys, and a little shelf for picture books could transform a corner into a cozy play zone. You send back a quick reply to Lily, promising, "I'll have to add a play corner soon—I almost forgot! Thanks for the reminder."

It's a small detail, but one that makes the room feel even more like a true haven for your baby.

Your phone buzzes suddenly with a FaceTime call from Mina. You answer with a bright smile, happy to see her familiar face.

"Hey, how are you holding up?" Mina asks, concern and warmth mixing in her tone as she leans closer to the screen. "With everything coming up—labor, the baby, all that."

You take a deep breath, feeling the mix of excitement and nerves. "I'm doing okay," you reply, recounting the last few days of preparing the baby room and the little surprises along the way. "It's a lot, but it's also really amazing. The room is all set up, though I almost forgot to plan a play area! Lily reminded me, so that's on my to-do list."

Mina chuckles, nodding sympathetically. "Sounds like you've been busy. I'm glad you're hanging in there."

Curious, you ask, "How about you? How have you been lately?"

A mischievous glimmer appears in her eyes as she confides, "I'm actually going on a date tonight."

You lean in, eyebrows raised in playful surprise. "A date? With... Taehyung?"

Mina nods, a shy smile on her face as she confirms, "Yes, Taehyung. It's something new, and I'm excited—nervous, but excited."

You grin widely, genuinely happy for your friend. "That's amazing, Mina. I'm really happy for you," you say, your voice full of warmth and support.

For a moment, the conversation shifts between excitement and comfort, each of you sharing a glimpse into your new chapters. Despite the chaos of pending changes and new beginnings, these small moments of connection remind you that you're never alone in this journey.

Mina's tone grows serious as she asks, "So, once the baby comes, are you going to dedicate your whole life to them? Are you going to give up all those nights out and your fun lifestyle—just to be a full-time mom?"

You let out a long, reflective sigh as her question tugs at memories from just a few nights ago. You remember that conversation with Jungkook—how you both acknowledged that things would change dramatically after the baby arrived, that balancing the life you love with being a devoted parent would be a new challenge.

"I don't know if it's a complete switch," you say slowly, choosing your words carefully. "I mean, I want to be there for my baby, always, but I also believe I can find a way to still have a part of myself—maybe not the same kind of nights out, but some balance."

Mina nods, her expression softening as she listens. "I just worry sometimes that you'll lose a bit of yourself in the process," she confides, her eyes full of concern and genuine care.

You smile gently, remembering Jungkook's reassuring words from that conversation. "I get it. And I've been thinking about it a lot. It's going to be different, and I'll have to adjust, but I hope I can keep some of who I am. After all, being a mom doesn't mean you have to disappear completely."

For a moment, there's a shared silence—one filled with the weight of change, hope, and the promise of new beginnings.

Mina lets out a small, wistful sigh, a playful pout forming on her lips as she confesses, "Honestly, I'll really miss you as my drinking buddy." She laughs, the sound both teasing and tinged with sadness, before adding with a cheeky grin, "But hey, I've still got Yoongi and Taehyung to keep me company."

Her eyes twinkle with mischief as she winks at the camera, clearly enjoying the banter. You can't help but smile at her playful vulnerability.

"I'll miss those nights too," you reply softly, "but we'll have to find a way to balance things out, right?"

Mina nods, her smile growing wider. "Yeah, I suppose. Change is coming for all of us, but at least we have these little moments to hold on to."

For a moment, the conversation drifts into comfortable silence, filled with the unspoken understanding that while your lives are about to shift in unexpected ways, your friendship—and the support from those around you—will always remain a constant.

The call with Mina ends, and you offer a small smile before slumping back into the chair. Your mind drifts to that intimate night with Jungkook—when you both lay together in bed, the room softly lit by the early morning light. You remember how you asked him if he ever missed his old life—those wild nights of partying and the carefree rush of going out with friends—and how everything would change now with the baby on the way.

He had looked at you quietly, as if weighing each word, before softly confessing that he did miss those moments sometimes. Yet, his eyes held a tender certainty as he continued, "I know I won't be that person forever. Things are going to be different now—with the baby, with us. And honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way." His hand had found yours, a silent promise that despite the changes ahead, his heart was still wholly yours.

Sitting there, you can't help but feel a mixture of nostalgia and anticipation. Mina's playful comment about missing her drinking buddy echoes in your mind, and you wonder how you'll both adjust to these new roles. It's bittersweet—remembering who you were and dreaming about who you're becoming. Despite the uncertainties, one thing is clear: your love and shared memories with Jungkook will anchor you as you step into this new chapter of parenthood.

Lost in thought, you let your mind wander as you consider the future. You hope that as your child grows older, he won't give you too much trouble—that he remains as gentle and curious as you imagine. At the same time, you start to wonder about those precious days when you and Jungkook just want to be together, away from the constant demands of parenthood. The idea of hiring a nanny for the days when you want to carve out quality time together flits into your mind. Perhaps your mother could help out, watching over him while you both enjoy a quiet dinner or a night out. But then reality sets in—your mother lives quite a distance away from Seoul, and the thought of her making that long journey every time seems a bit impractical.

You sigh softly, musing that you'll have to figure out a balance—a way to maintain your connection as a couple while ensuring your little one is well cared for. Whether it's a local nanny, some creative scheduling, or a mix of both, you know that finding that solution will be key to preserving the moments you cherish with Jungkook, even as life changes in the most unpredictable ways.

Lost in thought about the challenges ahead, you barely notice when Jungkook steps back into the room. His soft voice cuts through your reverie. "Hey, sweetheart, you okay?" he asks, gently touching your arm. The warmth of his hand and the concerned look in his eyes slowly pull you out of your thoughts.

You blink, a little disoriented by the sudden interruption, and then smile up at him. "Yeah, I'm fine," you reply, though the weight of your worries still lingers behind your eyes. Jungkook squeezes your hand reassuringly and leans in, his tone light yet sincere. "You know, whatever comes our way, we'll figure it out together," he murmurs as if he just knew what you were thinking.

In that moment, his presence is a welcome anchor, grounding you back in the here and now. You take a deep breath, letting his words and touch remind you that even when your mind drifts into the future, you're never truly alone.

Jungkook glances over at the hallway, then back at you with a soft smile. "Hey, our parents are in the kitchen preparing lunch," he says gently. "And you might want to start warming up a bit—maybe change into something cozier. It's getting colder all of a sudden."

He squeezes your hand reassuringly, his tone both caring and practical. "We've got a busy day ahead, and I want you comfortable. Come on, let's get you out of that cool outfit."

His words bring you back from your thoughts, and you nod, appreciating his attentiveness. With a shared smile, you both head toward the guest room to change, the promise of a warm lunch waiting in the background.

You pull a face as you glance at the calendar, noting how your baby is due in December, just near Christmas. "Ugh, I hate Christmas," you mutter, crossing your arms. "The cold weather, always getting sick... it's the worst."

Jungkook looks at you, a smile tugging at his lips as he helps you out of your outfit, gently guiding you into his hoodie. The warm, oversized fabric feels comforting as he slips you into your black stretchy joggers. "But think of the cute baby outfits," he says softly, his voice light and teasing. "I bet your baby's going to look adorable in little Christmas onesies."

You can't help but smile at the thought of dressing up your little one. Maybe Christmas wouldn't be so bad after all. "I guess I can make an exception for the baby," you say, easing back into the comfort of his embrace. "I might even get excited for all the baby gear, despite the cold."

Jungkook chuckles as he adjusts the hoodie over your shoulders, brushing your hair back gently. "You know... my mom takes Christmas very seriously," he says with a fond shake of his head. "Like, next-level serious."

You raise an eyebrow as you sit down on the edge of the ottoman, watching him fold your old clothes neatly. "How serious are we talking?"

He grins. "She hires someone to decorate the whole house. Like, themed every year. One time it was all silver and white, the next it was rustic cabin style. And she has timetables. Like, actual printed-out schedules for baking, for gift wrapping, even for taking family photos."

You stare at him. "You're joking."

"Nope," he says, plopping down next to you and leaning back on his hands. "It's like a military operation—but with garlands and tinsel. She'll even call me and my brother to 'rehearse' gift exchanges, like we're actors."

You burst out laughing. "Oh my god, I need to see this in person."

He smirks. "You might, actually. She's gonna lose it when she hears her grandbaby's coming around Christmas. She'll probably knit a whole wardrobe and decorate a baby tree."

You wrinkle your nose but laugh again. "I'll allow it—only because your mom sounds like a Christmas general and I'm kind of scared and impressed."

"She'll love you," Jungkook says, brushing your knee affectionately. "Especially when she sees you dressing the baby in matching outfits. She's gonna cry."

You smile, already picturing it—your little one bundled up in soft red and white, tiny booties, maybe a little hat with bear ears. And even though you still hate the cold, somehow... this Christmas doesn't sound so bad.

You pause, replaying his words in your head. "Wait," you say slowly, narrowing your eyes at him. "You have a brother?"

Jungkook blinks, then laughs like he just realized he never told you. "Oh—yeah. I never mentioned him?"

You shake your head, arms crossed. "No! That feels like something you should've brought up. Is he older? What's his name?"

Jungkook smiles, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, he's older. His name's Jeon Junghyun. He's not really in the spotlight or anything—super private guy. He's more into the business side of things."

"Jeon Junghyun," you repeat, letting it sink in. "You're telling me there's another Jeon out there and I didn't know?"

Jungkook laughs again, leaning forward to kiss your cheek. "He lives a quieter life. He and I are really different, but we get along. He's the responsible one, though. Like... if we're in trouble? Everyone calls him."

You tilt your head with a smirk. "So basically, he's the Jungkook-wrangler."

"Exactly." Jungkook chuckles. "You'd like him. He's chill, smart, and very ready to become an uncle. He's already texting me name suggestions and links to baby socks."

You raise an eyebrow, amused. "Name suggestions? Does he even know what we're having?"

"Nope," Jungkook grins. "He just has opinions. Lots of them."

You giggle, leaning into him, already curious to meet the mysterious Junghyun. "Can't wait to see if he's as dramatic about Christmas as your mom."

"Oh, trust me," Jungkook says, eyes twinkling. "He brings a color-coded spreadsheet to the gift exchange. You're in for a ride."

Jungkook gently tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering for a second as he looks at you with a soft smile. "There," he murmurs, brushing a kiss to your forehead. "Perfect."

You roll your eyes playfully, but the warmth in your chest betrays you.

"Come on," he says, his hand slipping into yours as he guides you toward the bed. "Time for your pregnancy meds, babe."

You groan dramatically. "Ugh, again? I swear I take more pills now than I ever have in my life."

Jungkook chuckles, helping you sit down comfortably against the pillows. He grabs your water bottle from the nightstand and the small pill organizer that's become a regular part of your routine.

"You're growing a whole human," he says, unscrewing the cap and handing it to you. "You're basically a superhero."

You take the pills with a huff, swallowing them with a sip of water. "A tired superhero with heartburn and back pain."

Jungkook grins, settling beside you and rubbing your thigh over the joggers. "Still the hottest superhero I've ever seen."

You glance over at him, lips twitching into a smile. "Flattery will get you everywhere."

"Noted," he smirks

After you finish your meds, you lean back with a sigh, ready to sink into the pillows and never move again—until Jungkook suddenly stands up in front of you and holds his hands out.

You blink. "What now?"

"It's time to eat," he says simply, his tone firm but playful.

You narrow your eyes. "I just got comfy."

"I know," he grins, taking your hands gently. "But your comfy can wait. Baby needs food. And so do you."

Before you can protest, he bends down, one arm sliding behind your back, the other under your knees, and with zero effort, lifts you right off the bed.

"Jungkook!" you gasp, instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck. "I can walk, you know!"

"Yeah, but this way is cuter," he teases, smirking as he carries you out of the bedroom. "Plus, I don't trust you not to get distracted and flop back into bed the second I turn my back."

You try to act annoyed, but you're already smiling against his shoulder. "You know me too well."

"Mhm," he hums proudly, carefully making his way down the stairs. "And I also know there's japchae and dumplings downstairs, so you better give me a kiss when we sit down."

"You drive a hard bargain," you murmur, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Now hurry before I start chewing on your hoodie."

He laughs, the sound echoing warmly through the house as he carries you into the kitchen like his most precious delivery.

Jungkook lowers you down gently onto the kitchen chair like you're made of glass, his hands lingering for a second to make sure you're comfortable. "There we go," he murmurs, brushing your knee before standing upright.

You barely have time to settle when your mom swoops in with that telltale mug—the tea. The one she swears is good for pregnancy. The one that smells like boiled roots and regret.

"Here, sweetheart," she says with that all-too-sweet smile. "Drink this. It's good for the baby. I added a little more ginger this time, you'll love it."

You try not to visibly panic as you accept the steaming mug. "Thanks, Mom," you say, voice high and suspiciously fake.

Jungkook shoots you a look across the table, clearly holding in a laugh.

You take a cautious sip—and instantly regret it. It tastes like something that shouldn't legally be consumed. Your face contorts for a second before you force it into something resembling pure joy.

"Mmm," you say, nodding far too enthusiastically. "So... good. Love the... earthy notes."

Your mom beams with pride. "I knew you'd like it! It's full of antioxidants."

Jungkook coughs into his hand, clearly losing it. You glare at him behind your mug before taking another heroic sip, mentally kissing your taste buds goodbye.

"She's glowing, isn't she?" your mom says, proud as ever.

Jungkook nods, grinning wide. "Absolutely. Radiating health and, uh... herbal power."

You shoot him a subtle kick under the table. He just laughs harder.

Your mom gives Jungkook a soft, playful look as she notices his struggle to keep a straight face. "You're lucky she loves you," she teases, patting his shoulder before disappearing toward the kitchen counter.

Jungkook chuckles, eyes warm as he watches her go. "I am lucky," he murmurs, glancing back at you with a grin.

Before you can respond, your mom returns—this time with her sleeves rolled up and a determined glint in her eyes. She starts placing dish after dish on the table: galbijjim, jeon, kimchi jjigae, bibimbap, and even homemade yakbap in perfect little portions. The aroma fills the kitchen, and your jaw drops.

"M-Mom," you say, eyes wide, "where did you get the time for all of this?"

She waves you off like it was nothing. "Oh, you know me. I started after breakfast. You're pregnant—it's my job to feed you properly. And I know how much Jungkook loves galbijjim."

Jungkook lights up like a kid at a theme park. "No way! You made this just for us?"

Your mom smiles proudly. "Of course. You two deserve the best."

You lean back in your chair, one hand on your belly as you stare at the feast. "This is insane. I feel like I'm at a royal banquet."

"Eat while it's hot," your mom insists, handing you chopsticks and gently fixing the edge of your hoodie like she used to when you were little. "You need strength. Especially if that tea didn't kill you."

Jungkook snorts into his napkin.

You grin. "If this is how you're gonna spoil us the whole pregnancy, I might be okay with that tea."

She winks. "That was the plan."

Your mom finally sits down beside you, smoothing her apron as she reaches for the rice. Just behind her, your dad strolls in, clapping his hands together. "Smells amazing," he says, pressing a kiss to your mom's cheek before taking his seat at the head of the table.

Jungkook is already in full caretaker mode beside you, leaning over your plate and using his chopsticks to pick out the best cuts of galbijjim for you. "Here," he says softly, placing the tender meat on your plate, "eat this one—it's the softest."

You raise an eyebrow. "Are you trying to bribe the baby or me?"

"Both," he smirks, adding a few slices of jeon while he's at it. "Baby deserves protein. You deserve to be spoiled."

Your mom watches the interaction with a warm smile, then clears her throat as she scoops some side dishes for your dad. "So," she begins casually, "I've been thinking... we should do a photoshoot for the baby. Maybe a maternity one first, and then a newborn shoot once they're here."

You nearly choke on your rice. "A photoshoot?"

Jungkook looks intrigued. "That actually sounds kind of cute."

Your mom's eyes sparkle. "We could do something simple for the maternity one—just in the garden or maybe even something Christmas-themed, since you'll be showing more by then. Then once the baby arrives, we have to do the classic sleepy poses... you know, the ones with the little hats and blankets."

You glance at Jungkook, who's now visibly invested. "Imagine the baby in one of those tiny bear outfits," he says, eyes wide.

"Oh no," you groan, even as your heart melts. "You two are going to make me cry."

"That's part of the aesthetic," your mom says sweetly, already planning it all in her head. "Emotional mom, glowing skin, soft lighting—it'll be perfect."

Jungkook leans toward you and whispers with a grin, "Just think... matching outfits."

You laugh, shaking your head. "I'm outnumbered."

Jungkook sits back in his chair, chewing thoughtfully before glancing at your mom, then at you. "Honestly," he says, wiping his mouth with a napkin, "I don't mind the photoshoot thing. I'm used to pictures being everywhere... my family's photos somehow always end up online anyway. It's kind of weird how people even get them."

You nod, understanding the double-edged sword of being close to someone like him. But before you can say anything, he reaches for your hand under the table, his thumb brushing gently over your fingers.

"But," he adds, eyes softening as he looks at you, "I've actually been hoping we'd have a family photo of us. You, me, and the baby. Just something real. Something we hang in the house."

You blink, surprised by how sincere his voice is.

"We hardly take pictures together," he says, chuckling a little. "Mostly because I know you don't like the attention... but it'd mean a lot to me to have one. Something I can see every day, y'know?"

Your mom melts instantly, placing a hand over her heart. "Aigoo, that's so sweet."

You glance at Jungkook, your heart flipping at the idea of a framed photo—the three of you, smiling, soft light pouring in behind you, your baby bundled between you both. It's oddly intimate. And suddenly, you want it too.

"...Okay," you say, squeezing his hand. "We'll do it. But only if you wear matching outfits with us."

Jungkook grins wide. "I was hoping you'd say that."

Jungkook leans back, his hand still wrapped around yours as he smirks. "You say you don't like taking pictures, but your Instagram highlights tell a different story," he teases. "You've got, like, ten saved stories. Food, sunsets, your garden, Mina's birthday, that one time you made pancakes shaped like animals..."

You let out a small laugh, rolling your eyes. "Yeah, but I never post anything anymore."

"Why not?" he asks, genuinely curious.

You shrug, resting your chin in your hand. "I don't know... Instagram feels weird now. It's just—full of weird people. Random DMs, old classmates creeping in, people I barely talked to suddenly asking if I'm married or pregnant or if I want to buy crystals or join their skincare team."

Jungkook bursts out laughing. "Skincare team? Oh no."

"I'm serious!" you grin. "It's like as soon as I post anything slightly personal, people I haven't spoken to in years suddenly pop up like, 'Hey girl!' Like, no. Go away."

He laughs harder, shaking his head. "That's wild."

You sigh dramatically. "So I just use it to stalk a few accounts, save aesthetic stuff, and maybe watch funny reels when I can't sleep. That's it."

"Alright," he says, squeezing your hand. "So no pressure. We'll keep our photos private, for us. But just know, if I ever catch a really good one of you and the baby, it might accidentally end up in a frame somewhere."

You smirk. "If it's cute enough, I'll allow it."

He grins. "Deal."

Your mom pouts dramatically, setting down her spoon with a sigh. "Aish, social media these days... So complicated. But will you ever post Jungkook? Even just once?"

You glance at Jungkook, who raises an eyebrow, clearly amused as he stuffs a dumpling into his mouth and waits for your answer like he's just as curious as she is.

You shrug casually. "I mean... I wouldn't want to reveal his face, you know? The whole social media thing still makes me feel weird. People are nosy."

Your mom gives you that knowing mom look, but Jungkook leans in slightly, interested. "So what, like a soft launch? Mysterious arm, blurry side profile, that kinda vibe?"

You grin. "Exactly. A secret post. Maybe just his tattooed hand holding mine or something cheesy like that. Just enough to stir the internet, not enough to invite chaos into my DMs."

Jungkook laughs. "Wow... I feel honored."

"You should," you smirk. "That's high-level trust."

Your mom shakes her head with a sigh, but she's smiling. "Back in my day, we just printed a photo, stuck it on the fridge, and called it a day."

Jungkook nods, still grinning. "Honestly? That sounds way less stressful."

You nudge him. "Too late now. You're dating a ghost on Instagram."

He leans closer, voice low and playful. "As long as the ghost cuddles me at night, I'll survive."

Jungkook notices almost immediately as you push your plate around, picking at the galbijjim without actually digging in. He watches you for a second, his brow furrowing slightly in concern.

"You barely touched your food," he comments, his voice soft as he picks up a piece of meat and holds it out to you with his chopsticks. "You okay?"

You glance up at him, offering a small, nonchalant shrug. "I'm fine. Just not that hungry."

Jungkook doesn't press, but his concern lingers as he scoops more food onto his plate—specifically the meat. Without saying anything else, he cuts another piece of the tender galbijjim, lifting it gently to your mouth.

"Here," he says quietly, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "It'll taste better if you don't force yourself. Just relax and let me help."

You look at him for a moment, your heart softening at how easily he takes care of you. Instead of arguing, you let him feed you the bite, savoring the flavor but not saying anything. You don't mind letting him do this. He's right, you're not hungry, but his attention makes everything feel easier.

He gives you a reassuring smile, then continues to feed you the dish, making sure you get a little of everything, from the meat to the rice, all while keeping the conversation light with your parents. It's comforting, like this moment of care was exactly what you needed—no words necessary, just him looking out for you.

After you finish your meal, you stand up, ready to help clear the table. "I'll clean up," you say, starting to push your chair back.

Your mom immediately waves you off with a firm shake of her head. "No, no, you've done enough today. You need to rest."

"But—" you begin to protest, but she's already up, ushering you away from the table with a gentle but unyielding hand on your back.

"Rest, sweetheart," she insists with a playful grin. "I've got this. You've got a baby to grow and a lot of people to entertain."

Jungkook watches the exchange, amusement flickering in his eyes as he stands up to help your mom clear the dishes. "She's right, you know," he says, slipping his arm around your waist and guiding you toward the living room. "I think you've earned a nap."

You sigh dramatically but allow him to lead you away, glancing back to see your mom already moving around the kitchen like a whirlwind. "I guess I'm outnumbered."

Your mom waves at you from the kitchen. "You can entertain yourself by resting! We'll take care of everything."

Jungkook grins, his hand still on your back as he steers you toward the couch. "Trust me, I'm not letting you do anything today except relax."

You fall into the soft cushions of the couch, crossing your arms and looking at him skeptically. "I hope you're not planning on babying me too much."

"Oh, I absolutely am," he says, settling beside you and propping his feet up. "It's my job now."

"Great," you murmur, settling into the cushions and allowing yourself to finally relax. "If you insist..."