Caged (Jimin BTS)

XXIV = Park Jimin

"Kangcheol! (Tempered steel!)" The syringe flew out of Namcheol's hand at the shout. Min Yooshin caught it while moving the X-ray machine into the infirmary and tossed it behind him. His wife caught it.

"Jihun..." Namcheol groaned into his mask. Naraen just chuckled from behind the counter and smiled at the couple strutting over to her. "Hello Jihun, Jaera. How can I help you today?"

"Just giving the place its much-needed check up. How's it going?" Jihun snatched a brochure from the counter and eyed it from behind his spectacles. "Ooh, you're in it to promote Omelas. You are an angel, Naraen." He leaned down to her and fake sobbed. "I'm so proud of you."

"Save the pseudo tears. I know you long enough to know you don't cry for meaningless cause." Namcheol finished bandaging the stitch wound and patted the boy's shoulder. "There you go, Seokjin. Be careful with the knives next time, 'kay? You can wait for your parents at the counter."

"Thank you, Doctor Kim." The three-year-old boy slid down the counter, making sure he didn't touch the bandage on his forearm and sprinted towards Naraen who gave him a lollipop.

Namcheol turned towards his out-towner friend and gave him a small smile. "It's been awhile since you dropped by. The house missed you, Jihun."

"Drop that bar on the Kim's only. I'm not taking chances with that Park." Yooshin's wife, Haru shouted from inside the storeroom. Her husband guffawed from outside by their truck. Namcheol shook his head, sighing and blinked at Jaera.

"Jaera, can I have a minute with you?"

"I've been meaning to see you actually, Doctor Kim." He led her inside his office, both of them startling when Jihun shouted, "Not with my wife, you two-timing snake!"

"Hun!" Jaera threw her husband a playful glare, with which he replied with a wink and a mock glare. "You do anything to my Kangcheol and you're going to pay for it!"

"That's your wife, doofus!" Yooshin sliced his neck and pecked his wife's cheek before ruffling little Jin's hair. The trio laughed at the counter as Namcheol closed the door and motioned Jaera for the bed. "So... When are you going to tell him?"

The doctor rolled his eyes at the confused look the mother-to-be gave him. "You have to be kidding me, Jaera. Are you, too?"

With that question, Jaera's face turned sickly pale. "Am I... pregnant?"

A smile played on his lips before he nodded at the examination table. "Let's have the sonogram give it a black-or-white, shall we?"

"Jihun!"

"Woa- Honey!" The startled guy caught his wife pouncing at him and hugged her tight. "What is it, anything wrong? Namcheol didn't do anything to you, right?"

"You're going to be a papa!" Everyone gasped at Jaera's news and Naraen gave her husband a meaningful smile. Which Namcheol replied with a knowing nod, and also a smile.

"This needs to be celebrated." As they waved Seokjin out the door with the pastry chef family Kim's, Yooshin slung his arm over Jihun's shoulder and hugged him close. "Dinner at my place! Yoonjae and Yoongi are at their aunt's so the house is all ours. Bring your appetite, people!"