||WHISPERS OF Revenge|| Yoonmin FF

40. Its a girl!

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon filled the air, drawing Jimin and Yoongi downstairs.

The kitchen was bustling with activity. Sumi was perched on a stool, his tiny hands gripping a piece of toast.

Namjoon and Jin were busy preparing breakfast, their laughter filling the room.
"Morning, sleepyheads," Jin greeted, his voice filled with warmth.

Jimin and Yoongi exchanged amused glances before responding with a chorus of "good mornings".

Sumi, ever the energetic one, slid off his stool and ran towards Jimin, his arms outstretched.
"Daddy!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement.

Jimin scooped Sumi up, showering him with kisses. Yoongi chuckled, ruffling Sumi's hair.

The kitchen was filled with the sound of laughter and chatter, a perfect start to the day.

The morning passed in a blur of activity and laughter. As they cleaned up the kitchen, Jimin and Yoongi exchanged a knowing glance.

They were surrounded by love and happiness, and they couldn't imagine a better life.

As the day progressed, the idea of a movie night began to take shape. Namjoon suggested they take Sumi to the cinema, giving Jimin and Yoongi some much-needed alone time.

The suggestion was met with enthusiasm from everyone, except maybe Sumi who was initially disappointed at the prospect of being separated from his dads.

After much persuasion and promises of extra playtime later, Sumi finally agreed.

As they prepared to leave, Namjoon and Jin exchanged a playful wink with Jimin and Yoongi, leaving no doubt about their intentions.

With a mixture of excitement and anticipation, Jimin and Yoongi watched as Namjoon, Jin, and Sumi left the apartment.

The door closed behind them, leaving the two of them alone in a world of their own.

The moment the door clicked shut, a palpable shift in the atmosphere filled the apartment.

The quiet was almost deafening, a stark contrast to the cheerful chaos that had just preceded it. Jimin turned to Yoongi, their eyes meeting in a silent understanding.

A playful smirk crept across Yoongi's face. "Well, this is just us," he said, his voice low and suggestive.

Jimin's cheeks flushed, but he couldn't suppress a smile. "Just us," he echoed, his heart pounding with anticipation.

They shared a lingering look, their bodies drawn towards each other.

The apartment, once filled with the laughter of their family, now held the promise of a different kind of intimacy.

Their eyes locked, a silent promise passing between them. Slowly, Jimin reached out, his fingers tracing Yoongi's jawline.

Yoongi leaned into the touch, a low hum of anticipation escaping his lips.
As their lips met, a spark ignited, igniting a fire within them.

Their bodies moved in perfect synchrony, their passion consuming them. The world outside faded into insignificance as they surrendered to the moment.

The apartment, once filled with laughter and life, now echoed with the rhythm of their hearts.

Their love, a force of nature, swept them away on a tide of desire. In the quiet intimacy of their shared space, they found a connection deeper than words could express.

As their passion reached its peak, a sense of completion washed over them. They lay entwined, their breaths synchronized with the rhythm of their hearts.

The room was filled with a quiet intimacy, a testament to the depth of their connection.

After a while, they pulled apart, their foreheads resting against each other. Jimin traced gentle patterns on Yoongi's back, his touch a soothing balm. Yoongi closed his eyes, a contented sigh escaping his lips.

"I love you," Jimin whispered, his voice filled with adoration.

Yoongi smiled, his eyes filled with a warmth that reached deep into Jimin's soul. "I love you too," he replied, his voice a gentle murmur.

They lay in silence for a long moment, simply basking in the afterglow of their passion.

The world outside seemed distant, irrelevant. All that mattered was the warmth of their shared space, the comfort of their love.

The apartment, once filled with the electric tension of their newfound intimacy, was now hushed.

The echoes of their shared breaths and murmured endearments had dissipated, leaving behind a lingering warmth and a strange, unfamiliar contentment.

Jimin, curled into Yoongi's side, felt a sense of peace he hadn't experienced in a long time.

His eyes were still heavy with sleep when Yoongi's phone rang, shattering the tranquil moment.

Yoongi groaned, his eyes fluttering open as he reached for his phone, the caller ID flashing Namjoon's name.

"What happened, Namjoon? Everything okay?" His voice was laced with concern as he swung his legs over the bed, Jimin stirring beside him.

"Nothing is good, hyung. Please come to the hospital fast. Jin fainted suddenly, and the doctors are checking him. I don't know what to do," Namjoon's voice trembled with panic.

Jimin sat up, his face pale. Yoongi's heart pounded as he quickly pulled on clothes. "Don't worry, Namjoon. Calm down. Nothing's going to happen to Jin.

Jimin and I are coming right away. Just stay strong," Yoongi assured, cutting the call.

Grabbing a water bottle and a bag packed for emergencies, Jimin rushed to join Yoongi.

As they hurried out the door, their hearts raced with worry, their only hope that everything would be alright.

The hospital was a blur of white and sterile efficiency. Jimin and Yoongi raced through the corridors, their hearts pounding in their ears.

They found Namjoon pacing outside the operating room, his face etched with worry.
"How is he?" Yoongi managed to ask, his voice barely a whisper.

Namjoon shook his head, unable to speak. Jimin squeezed Yoongi's hand, offering silent support. A cold dread settled in their stomachs as they waited.

Minutes felt like hours. Finally, a doctor emerged, his face grave. Jimin and Yoongi exchanged a terrified glance.

The doctor spoke, his words a blur as their minds raced. Jin was stable, but they needed to induce labor to ensure the safety of both father and child.

As they were ushered into the waiting room, a wave of emotions washed over them. Fear, hope, and an overwhelming sense of helplessness consumed them.

Jimin's eyes welled up with tears as he thought about Jin, alone and vulnerable.
Hours later, they heard the baby's first cry. A tiny, fragile sound that filled them with an indescribable mix of joy and relief.

The doctor emerged, a small bundle wrapped in a pink blanket in his arms. It was a girl.

It is a namjoon, Jin , yoongi , Jimin and most importantly Sumi's girl who all will spoil her.