Bubbles || Namjin AUs ✔

✯ Cursed Blessing- Part Six ¹¹ ✯

Warnings:- matured content, miscarriage, mention of blood, mental breakdowns, depression, etc.

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Oneshot- 11, Part Six
FORCED MARRIAGE AU
Words: 6396

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"Joonie, you can stop now. I'm comfortable enough," Seokjin giggled as Namjoon fluffed up more pillows to place around him as he sat on their bed, his back cushioned by two big pillows as he rested against them. 

The pregnant male's legs were spread out before him in rest, a fuzzy pink blanket that Namjoon got for him pulled up over his bump, and his small palms clasped a brand new ceramic mug with colorful butterfly patterns, steaming with hot chocolate. 

Namjoon put down the pillows on both sides of the younger before settling down beside him with a sigh, taking up his own matching mug of warm drink and turning to Seokjin with a smile.

The beauty blushed at the adoring gaze and immediately scooted close to the short-haired man, the latter wrapping his arm around the fragile angel. Seokjin happily snuggled upto his husband's strong chest, Namjoon pecking his forehead as he sighed in content. 

"Are you sleepy, love?" The older man asked sweetly, caressing Seokjin's baby bump with his free hand as both of them sipped on their drinks.

"Mhmm," the expecting male hummed, having his long curls brushed by skillful fingers. 

"It's been a while I could eat as much as I did today, so I think I can sleep well with a full tummy," he added, for his husband managed to make him finish his whole plate that evening without much of a fuss, though he did feel nauseous and the urge to throw it all up a few times afterwards. 

Nevertheless, a progress. 

Namjoon had decided to take Seokjin for a doctor's appointment to get a better idea on how to take better care of his lover in this critical condition.

"You'll get better, my little butterfly- I'll make sure of that," the short-haired man assured, kissing his husband on the lips and tasting the sweet chocolate. 

Seokjin's eyelashes fluttered at the gentle affection, and he traced Namjoon's now smooth face with a small hand, the other holding his mug.

"You looked hot with the stubble," he said, pouting. 

Namjoon chuckled, nuzzling his cheek. "I looked like an old man."

"My old man," the younger purred, enjoying the way Namjoon's button nose brushed his cheek so softly. With pure love.

"How did you like my gifts, then?" The older asked, taking the delicate hand and bringing it to his lips, kissing Seokjin's silver wedding ring.

"I loved the baby clothes, the bracelets and your return the most," Seokjin beamed, entwining their hands, the cute couple bracelets now tinkling as their wrists made contact.

"Is that so? But I don't think there's a better gift than you carrying our child," Namjoon reminded, kissing his cheek gratefully. 

"But... don't you think I look weird wearing this robe?" Seokjin fidgeted with the silk dark pink robe he wore, another gift from Namjoon, who frowned in confusion.