"Pick it up, you muscle pig!" Jimin smiled. Jungkook picked up the two two bags, carrying them into their house with a frustrated expression.
"Hey Kook, we came to help you. Drop those expressions," Yoona hissed.
"So, how're you feeling? You are so near to your due date?" He asked Haru who just grinned in response.
"It's really understandable for Yoona Noona. Why are you here?" Jungkook eyed the grey-haired male who smacked his head in annoyance.
"Bro, be grateful. I cannot live without my love and she cannot live without me," he nodded.
"Who said?" Yoona smirked and Haru laughed at that. Jungkook slyly smirked at Jimin in essence to mock him only to recieve another blow on his head.
"Bring me water," he ordered.
"Get it for yourself!"
"Unnie, can you get me a glass of water," Haru requested Yoona.
"Wait. I'll get that," Jungkook said, instantly moving towards the kitchen.
"Bring me too," Jimin yelled from the back.
"No. Get it for yourself!"
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"Jungkook," Haru called for him as she layed down on his bed. The guest room was being used by the elder couple.
Jungkook was lying on the couch and he turned to face her on her abrupt calling.
"Don't you hurt while sleeping there?"
"Hm? No. This couch was designed this way. One can easily sleep on it."
"I slept on it by mistake today afternoon and now my neck and back hurts so bad," she pouted. He smiled and sat back up, his eyes drowning in sleep.
"Can I help you?" He asked.
"How would you?"
"I can give you a massage," he said, instantly questioning his temerity. He hoped his act was venial and added, "Only if you are comfortable for sure and I read that it would help. And also I-"
"It would be great if you could," she interrupted his rambling. His smile elongated by its own accord.
"Just a second," he said and stood up, opening the bedside drawer to pull out an oil bottle.
"I'll sit down then? Yeah?" She asked and he shrugged. It was her wish, he was complacent with any way.
She got up and sat down on the floor so he took his seat above her on the bed.
"Can I take this off a little?" He asked hesitantly, his fingers fiddling with the zipper of her night gown.
She took a sharp breath, her heart pounding in her throat. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes tight, "Mhm," she consented.
Jungkook exhaled to calm himself once, pulling down the chain only to reveal her shoulders. Her gown slid down her arms, settled above her chest as she held it that way.
He took some oil in his hands till his fingers were slick and it took him some courage to finally touch her. His entire body was swept with a flow of adrenaline, his breathing becoming laboured and a fear residing in the crevasses of his ribs as if his conscience alarming him.
He pressed his unctuous hands on a certain point on her shoulder to which she moaned, giving him access to the area. Probably that was where she was aching, or where she was aching his touch.
He gulped, he felt more aroused by each passing second. Now, he wasn't a pervert but watching the love of his life, sitting in front of him. Her sleek elegant back partly in his view and his position such that he could slightly see her cleavage were not his strong points, especially when he was blessed with this contiguity.
Her sweet moans were not helping at all. Sweat started splaying on his forehead and he bit his bottom lip, trying to distract himself from her. But that wasn't really possible.
"Yup, there," she guided and that increased his agony or pleasure, whatever suits him.
All of a sudden they heard murmurings from behind the door.
"You go idiot!" Yoona whisper-yelled.
"Why the fuck will I go? You go and tell them! Come on," Jimin pushed her such that she was forced to enter the room, opening the door.
Her eyes covered by her hand and said in an alarmed voice, "I am really happy you guys are getting comfortable. But like, you shouldn't really do this when she is so close to the due date."
Jungkook's eyes widen at her statement as he was taken by stupor while Haru just rolled her eyes.
"Unnie, just look once," she grunted.
"No. I have Jimin to look at, enough for me," she said and a slapping sound was heard. Definitely Jimin slapping his forehead.
"Open your eyes Yoona," Jimin said, standing by the door frame and as she did, her jaw dropped slightly.
"I- I was just giving her a massage since she was hurting," Jungkook clarified.
"O-Oh..." Her hand reached the back of her neck in embarrassment, "I should go then. Ha ha." She turned around, pulling Jimin with her and closing the door behind her.
Haru looked back at Jungkook and he did the same. Not look at her, God he cannot. He looked back, avoiding her gaze. She chuckled at that, it seemed utterly amusing and endearing to her watching his cheeks burning red like fire ablaze.
•••
Haru felt the need to urinate in the earliest hours of morning. The sun was yet to wake up when she did and dallied her way to the washroom. Once coming out, her throat went dry and unfortunately, there was no water in the room.
She trudged to the kitchen but stopped midway on examining some weird noises coming from the guest room. Her curiosity overpowered her morals and she slowly walked towards the guest room with a sly smirk.
Her ear jammed to the door and her hands on her baby bump.
"Oh Jimin, right there," Yoona moaned and rough breathing of the male was audible even out of the room.
"What're you doing?" Jungkook asked, his torpid eyes, displaying his exhaust.
"Shh," Haru sushed him, placing her finger on her lips. Jungkook was perplexed and he tilted his head once.
She gestured him to join her in her not-so-moral deed of witnessing a not-so-moral act. He was still demented and trudged to her, copying her stance. One ear pressed against the door, facing Haru.
"Baby you look so pretty like this," Jimin grunted and Jungkook's jaw dropped at the torrid voice.
"Ahh! Jimin... Too much," Yoona moaned and the younger couple had their eyes widened. Haru pressed her lips firmly to contain her amazement while Jungkook's ear was now pressing more firmly, almost wanting to bore a hole through the door.
"I cannot help baby. You are so sexy," Jimin exclaimed and Jungkook's hand cupped his mouth, concealing his widening mouth.
Abruptly, Haru screamed and Jungkook was taken aback. She placed a hand on his shoulder, taking laboured breaths. A clear liquid drenching the floor beneath her.
His face contorting to show nothing but concern. She whimpered, gasping for breath and that petrified him.
"J- Jungkook... I.. I think my," she gasped, "water broke."
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YOU ARE READING
Nine Months
Fanfiction'I will break my own heart and use those pieces to fix yours.' Jeon Jungkook, a k-pop idol from the world renowned band BTS is married to the love of his life, Lee Haru - a professional actress. But it wasn't any normal marriage, for Haru hated him...
