Wishes Come True (JiKook Fanfic)

18.

Things moved along slowly for the next month. At this point, Jimin was nine weeks along, his morning sickness never failing to make it's appearance.
Jungkook felt obligated to get up and set through the spells with him, even if he had to go to work the next day.
Jimin told him to rest while he could, but Kook refused, saying that it was his doing in the first place.
"I don't want you to see me while I look and sound so disgusting," Jimin said one morning, leaning up against the tile wall to try and cool down.
"Baby, you can never be disgusting," Jung kissed his forehead, "Besides, I'm gonna be there when the baby comes."
"No," Jimin whined, "I definitely don't want you to see that. You'll never have sex with me again."
Jungkook laughed at that, sitting criss-cross-applesauce in order to get more comfortable, "I'll have sex with you for the rest of my life. That shouldn't even be a concern for you."
"It is. You know how I get," Jimin chuckled a bit, his eyes falling shut as his head rolls to the side, "Kookie, why is vomiting a thing?"
Jung smiled to himself, "It's to expel unneeded substances from the body."
"Why do people need to do that?"
"It helps us somehow. Maybe it keeps us from having too much in our stomachs."
"Oh," Jimin smiled, his canines showing perfectly.
"Tired?," Jungkook pushed himself to stand up.
"Yeah," Jimin opened his eyes and reached out towards his fiancé. Then, he caught a glimpse if his ring as it shimmered under the bathroom lights.
"Let's get to bed then," Jung pulled him up and wrapped his arms around the older as they started walking back to bed.
"Kookie," Jimin's voice was weak, "When're we gonna get married?"
"Um...I don't know. Whenever you start feeling better, maybe after the baby's born if you want."
Jimin looked up to the younger, a joyful hum sounding from his throat, "You're so good to me, Kookie."

"Tae," Jimin whined as soon as his friend answered the phone.
"Oh no, did you hurt yourself again?," Tae hyung sounded worried immediately.
"No," Jimin suddenly started crying, "I'm out of cookies. And Kookie took the car to work this morning, so I can't go get anymore."
"Cookies?," Tae was a bit annoyed now, "You called because you're out of cookies?"
"Yes!"
"And what am I supposed to do?"
"Go get me some and come over to help me eat them," the brunette suggested.
Tae was silent for a bit, then he sighed, "I'll be over in a little bit. Ho Seok fell asleep anyway."
"I don't even wanna know," Jimin sniffled.
"I'll tell you when I get there. And I wanna know how it felt when Jungkook-"
Jimin hung up and dropped his phone to the floor.

"How come," Tae burst through the front door once Jimin opened it, "you always hang up when I try to talk about your sex life?"
"Because it's inappropriate," Jimin crossed his arms, "Besides, why do you want to know?"
"Jimin, look in a mirror, look at your fiancé and tell me that you two aren't porn material."
"Taetae!," he pouted, snatching the grocery bag from his friend's hand.
"I'm sorry, but c'mon! It's hard not to imagine what kind of shiz you two do, especially since my bed sheets were so dirty when I got home that one time."
"Tae," Jimin sighed, walking over to the couch, "This isn't why I asked you to come over."
"No, I know. You wanted your cookies," Tae Hyung took off his shoes and trotted over to sit with his friend.
"No, I...," Jimin pulled out one box of cookies, dropping the others to the floor.
"What?," Tae smiled, "Jimin, you know I'm just teasing right? I don't mean to be..well, mean."
"I know, you've always been weird...but I wanted to...talk to you about Joo Min."
"Jimin-"
"I'm fine talking about her, really. I just...the miscarriage...wasn't really what you think it was."
Taehyung paused, cookie halfway in his mouth, "What? That doesn't make any sense."
"What happened with Joo Min wasn't natural, Tae. It was my fault. I did it."
"Jimin, I don't think that's how it works. You shouldn't be blaming yourself for it."
"Tae, it was my fault. I took these pills and it....I killed Joo Min."
Silence overtook the two of them, then a loud car horn made Tae Hyung startle back to reality. He finished his cookie then wiped his hand on his jeans, "Does Jungkook know?"
"Yes," Jimin nodded, "I told him a month ago."
"Just last month? Jimin-"
"I know. I know how wrong it was to do that and not tell him, and I know that I shouldn't have lied to you, but I was scared. I was scared about having a baby and how everything was going to change. I was terrified of messing up or being a bad parent. And honestly, I don't think I could've handled a baby back then."
"Well, what about now? What about this baby?," Tae pointed to his friend's stomach.
Jimin smiled then pressed his palm to his stomach, "This...I'm pretty sure everything will be fine now."
"So, you'll keep them?"
Jimin nodded, then was suddenly squeaking in surprise when Tae Hyung hugged him.
"Don't ever feel like you have to lie to me. Please. And I'm sure you'll be a perfect dad...or mom, or whatever the hell you wanna be."
Jimin giggled, hugging the red head back, "Thanks Taetae."
The front door opened and the two of them turned to see Jungkook step in.
"Seriously Tae Hyung?," the youngest pouted, "You're trying to steal him again?"
Tae rolled his eyes, pulling his arms back to grip Jimin's shoulders, "I don't have to try, Jungkook."
"Sure," he chuckled as he took off his shoes.
"What, do you still think you're the only one who's seen him naked?," Tae quickly turned the situation back to focus on sex again.
Jimin sighed, running his hand through his hair.
Jungkook looked up from the floor, catching Jimin's gaze.
"Awe, that's so adorable!," Tae suddenly shot up from the sofa, "Well, hate to break it to ya', but I was the first person to see him completely naked."
The couple stayed quiet as Taehyung moved to the door and slipped his shoes on.
"But don't be jealous, Kookie. Hobi keeps me satisfied," he waved goodbye to the two of them before he walked out the apartment.
Jungkook looked back to Jimin, who shamelessly popped a cookie in his mouth.
"Wonder what got into him," Jimin mumbled, "He never usually talks about high school."
"High school?!," Jungkook's jealous exclamation made Jimin jump.
The older looked back to his fiancé, "Well, yeah. We took showers and stuff together after gym class and sometimes when we stayed at each other's houses."
Jungkook bit his lip and moved towards the kitchen, "Oh."
"Kookie," Jimin stood up, grabbing the bag of cookies from the floor and following the younger to the fridge, "Did he seriously make you jealous?"
"I'm always jealous," the younger said, pulling a can of soda out and closing the door.
"I know that, but...look, I'm not marrying Tae Hyung or having a baby with Tae Hyung, or even sleeping with him. I do all that with you."
Jungkook seemed to zone out for a bit and Jimin sighed, moving to put the cookies in the cabinet.
Jungkook watched Jimin for a bit, admiring how his shirt came up to reveal his back just a bit when he reached up to put the cookies away.
Jungkook sat his can down, quietly moving over to stand behind his fiancé. He wrapped his arms around the older male, his right hand sneaking under Jimin's shirt.
"Jungkook-"
"I'm sorry," he kissed the shorter's neck, "I'm just jealous."
"Yeah, I know," Jimin giggled, causing the younger to tighten his grip on him.
"But, can you make me a promise?," Kook asked in a low voice.
"What?"
"You promise that I'm the only one who ever has and ever will touch you?"
The younger's index finger drawing patterns on his chest made his breath hitch, "I promise."
"Good," Jungkook smiled to himself before he started to move away from the other.
Jimin turned around quickly though, grabbing his wrist and pulling Kook back to him.
Jung's hands landed on the counter on either side of the brunette, Jimin's fingers running up his arms and leaving goosebumps in their wake.
"You can't walk away from me after all that," Jimin smiled teasingly.

"Aren't you sore?," Jungkook rolled to his side and watched Jimin as he pulled his baggy sweatpants back on.
"A little," the older shrugged.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"Stop what?," Jimin giggled, climbing back into bed and sitting on his knees.
Jungkook moved to lay his head on Jimin's legs, burying his face in Jimin's stomach, "Sleeping with you."
"No, of course not," Jimin pet the younger's head, "Sometimes pain feels good and sometimes it doesn't even hurt, so I'm fine."
"Are you lying?," Jungkook looked up.
"No," he smiled.
"Really? Are you the same Park Jimin that cried for an hour after you got a paper cut?"
"That paper had salt on it!," Jimin pushed the younger off his legs, "I was cooking and that shiz burns!"
Jungkook pushed himself up, taking the same position as his love, "I know baby. I was just teasing," he reached out and ran his fingers through Jimin's hair.
"You're so dense sometimes," Jimin mumbled, reaching out to trace Jungkook's collarbone.
"How so?"
"All I'm trying to tell you is that I like having sex with you and love making love to you. You just won't catch on."
"How dirty," the younger said jokingly, causing the both of them to burst out laughing.
After a bit, Jimin calmed down, having to reach up and wipe away his tears while he breathed out unevenly. Small giggles still left him as Kook calmed down, never letting a single second become silent.
"God, you're gonna kill me," Jimin muttered, moving to get off the bed once again.
"Then I'll stop. I don't want my baby momma to die."
"Your what?," Jimin giggled.
"Ma baby momma. That's you Jiminie," the younger moved so that his head hung off the bed, "Upside-down baby momma."
Jimin leaned down and pecked the younger's lips, sighing contentedly as he straightened back up, "I'm in the mood for more cookies."
"Aish, you're gonna spend all our money on those silly cookies," Jungkook closed his eyes.
Jimin softly kicked the top of his head, pouting as the younger sprang up in bed.
"You wanna go, baby momma?"
"Ah, not now Kookie."
"C'mon, it's obvious you wanna go."
"No, not now," Jimin whined, starting to back away towards the door.
Jungkook launched himself off the bed and he moved quick enough to cut off Jimin's escape route once the older started running.
"Kookie!," he pouted.
Jung laughed and wrapped Jimin in a hug, swaying them back and forth, "Lay down, babe. I'll bring your cookies to you."
"Thank you," Jimin puckered his lips, waiting for his kiss.
Jungkook smiled down at his cuteness then pecked his lips before backing away.
Jimin smiled to himself as Jungkook walked out the bedroom.
He went to sit back on the bed and he grabbed Jungkook's phone from the nightstand.
He went through all the younger's apps, trying to find the game he liked to play.
"Here baby," Kook sat the cookies in Jimin's lap and climbed on the bed to sit beside his fiancé.
"Thank you," Jimin said cutely, "Where's the motorcycle game?"
"Second page," Kook reached over and stole a cookie.
"I was gonna tell you I love you," Jimin sighed.
"What?," Jungkook's voice was muffled, "Why not tell me now?"
"Baby, you jus stole a cookie," the older's sassiness kicked in.
Jungkook smiled, continuing to chew his stolen cookie, "But Chimchim, I love you."
"Well, you should've thought about that before you took a cookie," Jimin looked back to the phone in his hands.
"Aw," Jungkook swallowed the food in his mouth and wrapped his arms around Jimin, "Well, can I make up to you?"
Jimin paused for a second then glanced over to Kook, "Maybe," he smiled.
"Open up," Jung patted his fiancé's side before reaching down and grabbing another cookie.
Jimin dropped his jaw as he started playing another round of the motorcycle game.
Jungkook smiled to himself and pushed a cookie into Jimin's mouth.
Jimin started chewing, slowly since he was focused on trying to beat Kook's latest high score.
"No, don't beat it!," Jungkook pouted as he realized how close Jimin was.
After twenty more seconds, Jimin threw his arms in the air after dying.
"No," Jung pulled away from his fiancé and the older let out a muffled cheer.
"That's not fair!," Kook grabbed his phone from Jimin and looked at the score, "You only beat me by thirty two points! That's so not cool!"
Jimin finished off his cookie then replied with, "Oh, but it is."
"No, I worked for three days to get that score."
"Seriously? That's real wimpy Kookie," Jimin moved the box of cookies to the nightstand.
"Baby," Jungkook laid down, putting his head in Jimin's lap again, "I love you."
Jimin smiled, running his fingers through the younger's hair, "I love you too."