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Yoongi was holding Mal-Chin, setting in the nearby rocking chair as he held the pup to his chest. He hummed softly, a nurse handing him a bottle before she walked away. Yoongi sat it to the side, nosing Mal-Chin's hair, the pup cooing out quietly. He sighed softly, carefully adjusting the pup so he could feed them the bottle. He was worried he wouldn't be able to do it but everything seemingly came to him naturally, scanning Mal-Chin's features.

He easily took after Yoongi, small features of Namjoon there but subtle. "Mal-Chin, you have your father's lips..hopefully you don't have his over-sense of pride," he said softly, setting the bottle to the side for a moment, continuing to hum softly as he sat the pup to his chest, patting their back. He gazed ahead of him, softly sighing.

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Namjoon was on the couch when Yoongi had came home, the two not fully on speaking terms. "How's Mal-Chin?" "Good. Comes home tomorrow." Namjoon hummed, sighing as he moved to stand. "Are you hungry?" "SeokJin got me something to eat earlier. I'm fine." Namjoon moved to the kitchen, hearing the bedroom door close with a click. He merely moved to fix himself something small, sitting at the table with his phone, scanning social media before he got a text message from Yoongi.

Simple pictures of Mal-Chin and one of Mal-Chin and Yoongi together, presumably taken by a nurse from the angle. He saved them, updating Yoongi's contact picture as well as his wallpaper and lockscreen. He rubbed his face, glancing towards the entry way of the kitchen before he shook his head. "Wouldn't work."

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Yoongi laid in bed, pointedly ignoring Namjoon as he watched television. "Yoongi, will you please look at me?" "No. I'm still mad at you." "And you have every right to be. I just want to talk." Yoongi only turned the television, facing away from Namjoon, "I'll only listen." Yoongi felt Namjoon's hand softly forcing him to turn on his back once more, the male over him.

"Yoongi, I'm being serious about this." Yoongi only glared at Namjoon,  "What are we talking about then? How you only want Mal-Chin to be our only pup? How you won't let me help Jin and JeongGuk? How I can't even have you by my side when I'm about about give birth to your-"

Yoongi was cut off, Namjoon's lips landing on his own. Yoongi's eyes fluttered closed, his hands instinctively becoming tangled in Namjoon's hair. Namjoon's hands pulled him closer, hiking one of his legs up on his hips. Yoongi couldn't stop kissing Namjoon,  gasping out for air when Namjoon went to kiss along his neck, Yoongi only exposing his neck even more.

He was soaking in the affection,  regardless if his mind was angry. He flinched out when he moaned,  Namjoon's teeth scraping over the mating mark. "Can I?" Namjoon asked, his fingertips dipping under the waistband on his pajama bottoms. Yoongi only nodded, Namjoon's lips capturing his once again, pulling the pajama shorts off, Yoongi kicking his legs free from them.

He jumped when he felt the pad of Namjoon's finger pushed against rim of his hole. "N-No sex. Doctor said no sex," Yoongi mumbled out, Namjoon humming. "He said we can have it as long as I don't knot you," Namjoon whispered back, easing his finger inside of Yoongi, the male gasping out as he gripped their shirt. "Relax Yoongi, I got you." Yoongi closed his eyes, letting himself fall into the words. "Just don't let me fall."

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Yoongi stared at Mal-Chin, his pup sleeping in his car seat. He reached his finger out, touching his cheek carefully. "What if I'm not a good mom?" Yoongj asked, looking at Jin, the male looking in the rear view mirror before back on the road.

"You'll he a great mom Yoongi. Don't worry about it." Yoongi nodded, looking back down at Mal-Chin, jumping as he was awake. "Did I wake you Mal-Chin hm?" Yoongi asked softly, moving his pup's hair carefully before he placed his finger in his hand, Mal-Chin gripping onto it. Yoongi smiled softly, "Maybe I will be a good mom."

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Yoongi laid down Mal-Chin down on the blanket, watching him for a moment before he went to the kitchen to finish his dishes. He sighed as the door opened and closed Namjoon's pine scent cutting through the air; Mal-Chin starting wake up and fuss out. "Namjoon, I just got him to sleep." "Sorry. I got him," Namjoon said, placing everything on the hooks by the closet and taking his shoes off before he went to his son, laying on the floor beside them, softly rubbing their stomach.

Yoongi looked down, spraying the dishes off before he placed them in the dishwasher. "We can talk about it," Namjoon said, Yoongi looked up, seeing Mal-Chin asleep on Namjoon's chest, Namjoon scrolling through his phone. Yoongi only swallowed thickly, "I don't want to. I'm fine with leaving it where it is."

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"You guys had sex?" SeokJin asked, Yoongi nodding as he ate. "It wasn't...fulfilling cause he can't knot me for a while but it was still good." "Just wasn't knock your socks off good?" Yoongi sighed, practically admitting defeat as he nodded. "Well-" "And he did...you know..." Yoongi mumbled, his cheeks turning red as he gestured to his chest.

"God that's so weird." "It's only because I complained they were hurting cause I still can't breastfeed Mal-Chin yet and when he did it-" "Gross. Stop please," SeokJin groaned out softly, holding his hand up. "I'm being serious here! It felt really good and-" "Okay, okay! I get it!" Yoongi giggled, despite being embarrassed, "Sorry. I did an experiment though." "What? With your breastmilk?"

Yoongi nodded, "I added some to his coffee by some, I mean I practically using it as creamer." "Did he say anything about it?" Yoongi shook his head, "I think he had an idea cause I felt his gaze on the back of my neck but he didn't ask me anything." SeokJin opened his mouth, Mal-Chin starting to cry. "Well, there goes our adult talk. I'll go get him for you. Keep eating." Yoongi nodded, eating his meal before holding his arms out for his pup. "Did you guys ever talk about why Mal-Chin would be your only one?" Yoongi shook his head, "I think he does but I don't want to. It's like rejection for me as his omega." SeokJin nodded, Yoongi suddenly groaning out.

"What? Are you having second thoughts about me being your surrogate?" "If I'm honest, no. I've thought about it when you were in the room getting stitched up. Like you said, it's your body. Ultimately, only you can back out of it. I can say no but the while contract is up to you. JeongGuk has started to take medication to help with his aggression so he won't be too overwhelming for you. I'm just...worried I guess." Yoongi moved his plate aside, "What do you mean? I only gave birth early because of Namjoon-"

"No. Not about that. I'm worried about what JeongGuk will do. I mean, he's a bit sick right now because it's a side effect of the medicine but...even my doctor isn't sure in the long run since they can't accurately gage his aggression. They have the highest dose out there that they can legally give and... God, Yoongi, I don't think I can ever forgive myself if he hurts you." Yoongi only dismissed SeokJin's worries with a wave of his hand, "I'll be alright. I got this far."

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The table was rowdy, Hoseok and Jimin shoving each other to feed Mal-Chin, Yoongi had already snapped at them multiple times. JeongGuk sat a few seats away from Yoongi <"Medicine." Was all JeongGuk said to him anyway>. SeokJin was dishing out dessert, snapping at Hoseok and Jimin about Mal-Chin before telling them to leave the pup alone so they could eat.

"JeongGuk, you can hold him you know." The table fell silent, JeongGuk looking at SeokJin. "Yoongi, are you sure? The-" "Yeah. I'm sure. Come here JeongGuk." Yoongi got up, walking to Mal-Chin, picking the pup up carefully. "Yoongi, I don't-" "It's alright. I trust you." Yoongi helped JeongGuk hold Mal-Chin, the male looking out of place with a infant I his arms. "I really don't think-" "Feed him. It's okay. You're overthinking."

Yoongi softly pushed JeongGuk towards the couch, the male sitting down before taking the bottle from Yoongi. Yoongi watched as JeongGuk was uneasy, Mal-Chin watching JeongGuk curiously before he squealed out. "D-Did I do something?" JeongGuk asked, Yoongi quick to soothe. "No, Mal-Chin likes you. Give him the bottle." Yoongi has never seen JeongGuk this uneasy, figuring it must be the pills before taking JeongGuk's wrist and making him give the bottle to Mal-Chin. "See? Everything is okay."

Yoongi turned to the rest of the group, everyone gawking at the display, even Namjoon. He rolled his eyes at them, turning back to JeongGuk and Mal-Chin, the two simply staring at each other. Yoongi smiled, sighing happily to himself before he stood, walking to the table and sitting down to eat. "Stop gawking at them and let them have their moment." "Who would've though JeongGuk would feed a baby," Taehyung muttered, SeokJin smacking the back of his head. "How else would he learn you idiot."