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Yoongi stares at the fruit, wondering which ones to get for the homemade yogurt he was going to try to make. And maybe freeze some for baby food for when Minseo gets older and starts eating baby food instead of breast milk.

He frowns at the idea, wait does he want to breast feed her or not? After all the hype about it on the internet, he kind of wants to just so when people start giving him shit he can tell them to go suck their mom's cock. Okay, maybe he won't but the idea sounds better than letting them criticize him and make fun of him while he simply just feeds his baby girl.

He pushes the thought away and just grabs random fruits off the shelf, he reaches for the blueberries when someone else touches him. Yoongi mentally cringes, backing away and letting the stranger take it. The stranger laughs, gesturing to the fruit, "Go ahead, I don't really need them. I just had a craving for them."

Yoongi nods, taking the package and putting it in the cart. The guy grabs the other package and smiles, "I don't want to sound rude but, how far along are you?"

"How do you know I'm pregnant?" Yoongi arches his eyebrow, looking the man up and down and honestly, if he wasn't pregnant he'd let the guy fuck him.

"Unlike most assholes I know the difference between a pregnant belly and a fat, beer belly," he laughs, his dimples flashing as he grins.

Yoongi bites his lip, clearing his throat, "Uh well, I just hit the twenty-ninth week mark yesterday. So seven months."

"Nice! My sister has a kid that's two and she lives with us, that's how I can tell the difference in the..." he rambles, staring at Yoongi before scratching the back of his head, "You know what I mean."

"Cool, so you like helped her raise her kid?"

"Yeah something like that," the man laughs, his dimples pop out again and he holds his hand out, "I'm Jooheon. Uhm, I just wanted to know if maybe... I could possibly get your number?"

Yoongi showed the shock on his face, unable to hide it and the man laughs, "I can see you're not used to this, uhm," he takes out his phone, handing it to Yoongi, "Just put your number and name in and I'll text you sometime."

"You don't have a mommy kink do you?" Yoongi asks with his eyes narrowed as he takes the phone types his name and number in.

Jooheon laughs, "Oh god no! I just," He blushes, his dimples deepening as he shyly folds his hands behind his back, "I just find you easy to come up to and attractive. I'd like to get to know you if that's alright? You don't have a husband or boyfriend do you?"

"I'm like the last person people see easy to come up to and talk to," Yoongi laughs, fawning over the guy's cuteness, "And no, I just have a baby daddy. Who doesn't know what he wants."

"Is he-"

"Between us, it's complicated," Yoongi snorts, "He has a fiancé."

"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that," Jooheon takes his phone back, smiling down at the contact name, "Prego? You couldn't give me your name?"

"Maybe one of these days I will," Yoongi laughs, "For right now, to you I'm Prego. And I'm late for my two o'clock nap so-" he waves, pushing his cart onward, "Later, Dimples."

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Yoongi giggles, texting Jooheon while he sits on the couch at the old house. He's been cooped up in his apartment and needed a change of scenery. Jimin luckily invited him for dinner, so here he is waiting for it to finish cooking in the oven. Jimin watches him from the dining room as he sets the table and narrows his eyes. Something was off with his Hyung, and he was going to find out.