My Army Wife, My Idol Life

Time to Serve

Y/N was now 6 months pregnant and spent most of her time getting the baby's room ready, allowing Jungkook to help with the décor but wouldn't let him put any effort into it, putting the crib together by herself and hanging the shelves, albeit cussing every now and then.

"At least let me get someone else to help you, you've smashed your finger twice already." He pleaded with her as he stood in the doorway, watching her line up her aim with a hammer.

"Why? I'm perfectly capable of putting these up myself! I don't want to bother anyone else or spend money needlessly." She hit the nail with the hammer and this time it went straight in, "See? No problem!"

"I don't want my wife banged and bruised, it makes me feel like I'm not doing my job." She turned around with her hand on her hip, scowling, "So, only men are supposed to get bruises? Come on, you push yourself all day, every day.... I worry about you too... but I don't stop you from doing what you love because of that."

He twisted his mouth and sighed as he walked over to her, his arms stretching out to hug her, "Okay," He surrendered as he kissed her forehead, "I get it. You do your thing, but don't hesitate to ask me for help if you need it, that's what I'm here for, okay?"

"Thank you." She beamed as she turned around to continue her task.

Later that evening Jungkook came bursting through the front door so hard it slammed against the wall, vibrating and slamming shut as he frantically ran through the apartment, his heart racing while he ran from one room to the next, trying to find his wife. "Y/N? Y/N!" His voice thundered against the walls.

"Jungkook! What on earth?" Y/N exclaimed as she waddled quickly out of the baby's room. His shoes slid on the floor as he came to a halt, his  shoulders immediately slouched as he exhaled hard, "Oh god, Y/N! Are you okay? Is everything fine?" He asked as he ran up to her and felt around her protruding belly, inspecting for abnormalities.

She looked at him strangely, "Yes, I'm fine. Why are you freaking out?"

He swung his fist at the air, spinning himself around, "Uggh! I got a text from my stupid manager, he said it was an emergency and to get home right away, I thought something happened with you or the baby." 

"Why don't you call him?" No sooner than she suggested it, they heard the door fling open and the manager and other members piled in as Jungkook and Y/N joined them in the living room, Jungkook staring at the manager wildly. "What was that all about? You had me thinking there was something wrong with Y/N and the baby for fuck's sake."

"I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking about that, I just had to get you all together right away because I have some news to discuss before it gets out." He sat down on the arm of the couch as everyone hung on his words, "Jin's been called to serve, he has to leave tomorrow, it's up to you all as to who; if anyone, goes with him, but PD prefers that you all go together."

Jungkook put his hands in his pockets and shrugged, "I think you all know that, unfortunately, I'm not going."

Jin clapped his hands together, "Of course, I wouldn't ever expect you to do so; in fact, I don't expect any of you to go just because of me. Do what you want, not what anyone else wants." Namjoon leaned forward, "Of course it's up to each of us individually, but I feel us doing it together may work best. Jungkook will be here with Y/N and the baby and he has a while before he's required to serve anyways, if the rest of us get it out of the way, that's less time BTS and Army have to suffer."