The Boxer and the Barista

Chapter 10

The next morning, the campsite was filled with the sound of quiet, early morning chatter as the members woke up. Soft sunlight filtered through the trees, casting a warm glow over everything. J-Hope was the first to stir, stretching his limbs and yawning loudly. He stepped out of his tent, taking a deep breath of the fresh morning air.

As J-Hope looked around, his eyes fell on Jimin's tent. A puzzled expression crossed his face as he noticed the bump in Jimin's belly seemed to have grown slightly overnight. He scratched his head, wondering if he was seeing things. 

J-Hope couldn't shake the feeling that something was different about Jimin. He crept closer to Jimin's tent, his curiosity piqued. Peeking through the canvas, he could confirm that Jimin's belly had indeed grown a little. 

J-Hope stood there for a moment, contemplating what he had just seen. He knew Jimin had been feeling ill, but the sudden growth in his belly was odd. Deciding not to wake Jimin just yet, J-Hope quietly turned away from the tent and headed towards the campsite's central fire pit, where the others were starting to stir. 

As J-Hope joined the others at the campsite, he noticed that the rest of the members were still in the process of waking up. One by one, they emerged from their tents, rubbing sleep from their eyes and groggily stretching. J-Hope watched as the others slowly gathered around the fire pit, waiting for breakfast to be prepared. He looked back at Jimin's tent, debating whether to mention what he had seen. 

J-Hope's hesitation was interrupted by Taehyung's booming voice, who was already energetic and wide awake. "Come on, guys, wake up! I'm starving!" Taehyung exclaimed, shaking Namjoon's shoulder roughly.  The others grumbled and yawned, slowly awakening under Taehyung's persistent pestering. Suga was the last to join the group, mumbling something about "five more minutes" as he dragged himself over. Namjoon, the self-appointed campsite leader, took charge and started organizing the group for breakfast. 

Amidst the commotion, J-Hope kept his observation about Jimin's belly to himself. He decided to wait and see if anyone else would notice. While they waited for breakfast, the group settled down on the picnic blankets spread around the fire pit. The conversation was light-hearted, mostly discussing the previous day's hike and everyone's tired limbs. 

As the breakfast preparations were in full swing, Namjoon's eyes were drawn to Jimin as he sat down next to him. He had noticed that Jimin was quieter than usual, and something seemed different about his stomach. Namjoon casually spoke up, trying to keep the conversation light. "Hey, Jimin, you feeling better this morning?" he asked, a hint of concern in his voice. Jimin nodded slightly, a weary expression on his face. "Yeah, I'm okay," he replied, his voice a bit hoarse. "I still don't feel completely better though. I threw up a few times last night." 

Namjoon immediately became concerned, his brows furrowing. "You threw up? Are you sick?" he asked, genuinely worried. Around them, the rest of the group fell silent, listening in on the conversation. Jimin nodded again, looking a bit embarrassed. "Yeah, I've been feeling nauseous on and off for a couple days now. I couldn't sleep much last night. I kept having to get up and throw up." Namjoon's concern deepened, and he placed a hand gently on Jimin's shoulder. "You should've woken me up, Jimin. I could've helped you," he said, his voice filled with genuine worry. 

Jimin gave a small, grateful smile to Namjoon. "Thanks, but I didn't want to bother anyone," he said, downplaying the severity of his condition. But the rest of BTS, now fully attentive to the conversation, didn't miss the signs of discomfort that Jimin was exhibiting. Taehyung, who had been listening intently, leaned in toward Jimin. "You look kind of pale, Jiminie," he observed, frowning. "And your stomach looks bigger than yesterday. Are you sure you're okay?" Jimin blushed at the attention, his hand instinctively resting on his stomach. "I'm fine, really," he insisted, but his flushed cheeks and the slight quaver in his voice betrayed his words.