Perfect

Behind doors

"I swear, if they don't stop staring at us..." Jin muttered, setting his spoon down in clear annoyance. He glanced at Taehyung, his voice edged with frustration. "Taehyung?"

Taehyung looked up from his food, slightly confused. "Yes?"

Jin's expression was firm, almost stern. "Aren't you rich?"

Taehyung blinked, more perplexed. "I am. I'm very well off-besides my career as a singer, I have investments in several corporate firms, and I own my own brand. Why?"

Jin sighed, shooting another glare at the onlookers. "Then what's the point of all that money if we still have to share a public space where everyone keeps staring at us? Can't you just reserve the whole restaurant?"

Taehyung chuckled, giving Jin a playful look. "This *is* the most expensive restaurant in Seoul. We're celebrities-and so are they. They're just being nosy."

"It's making me uncomfortable. You can't even do this little thing for me?"

Taehyung quietly scanned the room, then suddenly stood up, raising his glass. Jin's eyes widened in disbelief as Taehyung clinked it loudly.

"Everyone!" Taehyung called out. "Please mind your own business. Your stares are making my mate uncomfortable-"

Before he could finish, Jin tugged him back down. "What the *hell*? Are you crazy?"

Taehyung grinned. "For you, always. Next time, I promise, I'll reserve the whole place for us. But for now, let's just finish up and get out of here."

Jin couldn't help but laugh, his annoyance fading into something softer. "I can't believe you did that." He sighed, rubbing his swollen belly. "It's just... I know why they're staring. It's embarrassing to walk around in public like this with the triplets. That's why I say no most of the time."

Taehyung leaned in, kissing the top of Jin's head. "You're perfect. Let them stare."

Taehyung's eyes softened as he intertwined their fingers. "You didn't have to step out of your comfort zone for me. Let's remember that. And Seokjin," he paused, his voice tender, "you look perfect, even with the belly. You've never looked better. I know it might seem like I'm just saying this because I'm your mate, but I mean it-you're genuinely the most beautiful pregnant omega anyone has ever seen. And this will all be over soon. You'll miss them being so close to you, but it'll all be worth it when you're holding them in your arms. So, let's focus on the positive, alright?"

Jin absentmindedly pushed the food around on his plate. "Taehyung, I've been thinking... maybe we could stay with your parents for the last month. I'd like your mother around since she's experienced with this. It would help me a lot. And their place is quieter."

Taehyung's expression hardened slightly. "I can ask my mother to come help you after the birth, but we're not moving there, Seokjin. There aren't any experienced doctors nearby, and I won't risk your health. Now, finish your food."

Jin sighed audibly, his appetite gone. "Let's just go back."

"Finish your food," Taehyung repeated, his voice firmer this time.

"I'm not comfortable, Taehyung. How many times do I have to say it for you to actually listen? Or is it just sweet words with no real meaning behind them? Knowing you, it's probably the latter." Jin's tone was sharp, laced with frustration.

The moment the words left Seokjin's mouth, Taehyung's expression shifted, the weight of them hitting hard. He placed his spoon down slowly, his appetite disappearing as well. Without a word, he signaled the waiter. "Could you please pack this up?"

After settling the bill, Taehyung walked off to pay, leaving Jin sitting at the table, fully aware that he had pushed too far. He hadn't meant it, but the words were meant to hurt, because Taehyung had dismissed his concerns so quickly.