TO BE WITH YOU UNDERNEATH THE BLOSSOMS

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Jimin sat on the cushioned chair inside the healer’s hut, his hand resting in Taehyung’s warm grasp. His stomach still churned unpleasantly, the morning sickness refusing to ease even though it was well past noon. He had been dealing with nausea and vomiting for days now, but the past three days had been especially unbearable. His body felt exhausted, his appetite gone, and if he had to be honest, he was a little scared.

Though his father had reassured him that everything seemed normal, he insisted they consult Mr. Yoon, a close associate and an experienced healer from their pack.

Across from them, Mr. Yoon, an elderly beta with graying hair and sharp yet kind eyes, observed them quietly. Mr. Yoon was well respected among both their pack and the neighboring one. He had been a dear friend of Jimin’s father for years, which meant Jimin had known him since he was a pup. That familiarity was a small comfort as the healer continued taking notes, nodding to himself.

“You both seem a little anxious,” Mr. Yoon noted, flipping through his notes. Jimin smiled in response as his gaze flickered down to the papers in the elder's hand.

“You said the symptoms worsened three days ago,?” the beta asked, his voice calm and measured.

“Yes,” Jimin confirmed, “It started off as mild nausea, but now I can barely keep anything down.” He instinctively glanced down at his still-flat stomach, noticing that although it hadn't begun to show, the skin felt softer and was starting to round.

Mr. Yoon hummed, tapping a finger against his chin before his sharp gaze flickered between them.

“Tell me, have you two been intimate in the past week?”

Jimin blinked, caught off guard by the question. He felt the heat rush to his face instantly, his fingers twitching in Taehyung’s hold, and his mate, who had been sitting still until now, suddenly straightened slightly, his grip firming around Jimin’s hand.

His mind flashed back to five nights ago. The night they found out about their baby. It wasn’t like it was a shameful question. But recalling what had happened after discovering his pregnancy—Taehyung had held him so carefully, treating him like something fragile, something precious. They had made love slowly, tenderly, with whispered reassurances between kisses. Jimin had buried his fingers in Taehyung’s curls, guiding him closer as their lips moved in sync. Every touch had been soft, reverent—Taehyung’s hands had caressed his belly, already aware of the life blooming inside.

“I love you,” the alpha had murmured against his skin, pressing lingering kisses to Jimin’s scent gland, his voice thick with devotion. Taehyung's kisses turned wet, and Jimin knew his mate was crying.

“And I love our pup,” the alpha's voice trembled, on the verge of tears of joy. His large hand cradled his stomach, a gentle gesture. Jimin's soft laughter filled the air as he brushed Taehyung's cheek with the back of his hand.

“You're so emotional, Alpha.”

Taehyung's tears spilled over, soaking his cheeks, and Jimin's chuckle deepened, his heart full of love.

“I'm s-so happy,” Taehyung whispered, sincerity etched in his voice, as he nuzzled into Jimin's neck, before making love all over again.

Back in the present, Jimin’s face was burning as he hesitantly nodded. Taehyung, ever the bold one, cleared his throat and answered for both of them.

“Yes, we have.”