• The Holy Grace • || NamMin

34. Another monster

They spend the whole afternoon there talking about possible names. Some people stare at them, feeling strange at the unnatural closeness between them. They look just like the couples you see in pictures on the internet and things that ended when the birth rate plummeted.

Namjoon is perfectly aware of why they are having this conversation - Jimin wants to remember and keep in mind the cute part that he will have more babies. Leaving aside the gloomy moment that will be childbirth. Covering it up with a giggly, half-silly chat with his partner would help.

The months go by in the blink of an eye. Everyone busy with their own affairs. The only notable difference is that Namjoon had to hire a nurse for Jimin. For some reason, he cannot walk at all since the third month, his belly grows so big that it is impossible for him to move. Too much weight, too much body pain.

Anyone would say he is a balloon about to burst.

By the fifth month it is almost urgent for him to be able to give birth. Jin and Jungkook present at the hospital to support him after what may be another traumatic situation. Namjoon with him in the delivery room and a doctor who stands out in his kind tone. Jin searched for himself for the hospital with the best track record to improve the matter.

He prays that it was a good choice.

"Relax, if you tense up and get upset, it's not going to work," the doctor informs. "Spread your legs a little bit and as you push, yell if that makes you feel better or if you think that will give you more strength."

"I don't need my arm, you can destroy it." Namjoon jokes, making him hold it. Jimin chokes on his own air why does it hurt so much!? After several minutes of just getting is in agony, the doctor straightens up.

"It's not working... We need to get him on his knees. Gravity will help get him down without wearing him out."

Jimin sobs, his face red and hair damp with sweat. Namjoon helps, being the biggest and strongest in the room. None of the others seem to come from a good genetic mix. Kneeling, though more difficult to supervise, does show an improvement.

Since with only fifteen minutes to go, it is possible to spot the first baby.

"One is already out, you're doing great" praises Namjoon, Jimin rests his forehead on his hands and breathes through his mouth. "Let's go again, shall we? Let's-"

The door opens abruptly and Namjoon jumps up, frowning. What's his father addy doing here? Jimin gives a pained cry, trying to get the second baby to come out. At the entrance is a big, older man, not so tall, white hair and a padlock beard. "You can't be in here!" scolds Jin immediately from the doorway.

"Shut up you good-for-nothing, I have to supervise what my son is accomplishing."

"This is not the time. No-"

"What are you doing in here? And why is he like this? Put him to bed." he orders and Jimin turns his head, giving a sob.

"Dad, I'm telling you seriously, it's not the time." Namjoon insists between his teeth, starting to push outside. There is a joint scream from the shot to the ceiling. "Why do you have a gun here!?"

"Because these people don't understand otherwise: lay him down. A good Omega gives birth lying down. Not like this for him to hit his head." the man chides and Namjoon breaks into a cold sweat How does he get his father out of here without him accidentally killing someone?

"They do what they can so that he doesn't suffer so much and can be done quickly." he chides between his teeth, exalted.

"If it's that hard for him, he's not that good of an Omega" Mr. Kim grumbles and Jimin sobs in despair, he can't do it lying down. "That's a huge potato" he comments pointing to the baby who is already born and cries as much for crying as for being born. The older man walks over and checks. "It's just another incubator, though."

Namjoon half-opens his lips An Omega? Jimin gives the most ragged scream he's ever heard from him and worries that he'll do something to his vocal cords over it. Taking advantage of the distraction, he disarms his progenitor and puts him in a headlock.

"You can't be in here. We'll talk outside." he says, putting pressure on him to take him away. Jimin sees him; he sobs and whimpers, watching Namjoon leave.

"There's still one left."

He looks down at the pain, with hundreds of tears escaping his eyes at the same time.

. . .

"It's not like at home with mom for you to do as you please," Namjoon grumbles moodily. "What are you doing here? I told you not to come, I told you to-"

"You think I take orders from you?" Namjoon bites his cheeks. Of course he was going to say that. "What about the ballot, are you already a minister?"

"Tomorrow is the election. Right now, I want to be with my Omega and my children."

"And how does that benefit you? Not enough that you were given a male Omega and not a female, you have to waste your time in here" the man chides and Namjoon averts his gaze. "No wonder the other Generals are laughing at you if these are your priorities."

"You wanted me to have offspring. I did. That's why that order to give me an Omega really came, didn't it?! It had to be you!" claims that suspicion he's had for years, but not the desire to confirm. He never likes to see his dad. "Otherwise, I could have gone on-"

"I had to make sure our legacy and our mission continued. I guess my instructions got misplaced and that's why they didn't give you a woman, what you really should have next door." says the man, grumpily.

"Jimin is a Holy Grace."

"A discontinued toy. Nothing important."

"It is to me. Just like Mom is to you."

"Your mother is a capable woman. Unlike that thing they gave you." Namjoon doesn't know how to convey the annoyance this causes him. "I will be around for the election and supervise how you are really being. The gossip and your words are not the truth. Clearly, there is something malfunctioning."

"Of course-"

He's left with the word in his mouth, just as he appeared, he leaves. He curses through his teeth and decides to hurry to see what happened. Fortunately, the delivery is over and to his surprise, it was three and not two .

. . .

"They're not going to take them from you Jimin, you can let go." The Omega sobs, holding the pair of baby Omegas in his arms. One male and two Omegas was the result this time. He shakes his head.

"Don't lie to me anymore. You're such a liar."

"I'm not lying to you. Remember you get to keep them. Your partner accomplished that." Jimin shakes his head and Jin exhales, they still have to check those kids and Jimin doesn't let go of them.

Namjoon enters the room and Jimin rolls his watery eyes at him. He presses them more against his chest and even though he seems to want to disappear, he can't do it. Namjoon pats him on the head, sitting next to the gurney.

"They're just going to check them Okay? I promise you'll have them here soon" Jimin bites his lips. "They'll be-okay" He repeats a little forcefully, taking one of them from him and giving it to Jin. "Everything will be fine."

Jimin shivers on the gurney, watching them leave with the pair of babies. He takes a deep breath and Jungkook opens the door, letting in Hoseok who comes in wearing yellow overalls and a huge roll of paper. The boy spreads it out, being a drawing made by him that says "Congratulations on making more cupcakes." Jimin can't resist laughing, being that the drawing is him -obviously because of the red hair-, putting three cupcakes on the table -the third one you can tell it was done a moment ago because it is in pen and not paint-; and some cradles over there. It's quite amusing to watch, enough to distract you from the bad moment.