Baby Talk - Part IV

Holy wow did it take me a minute to get here. I apologize for such a delay in posting this.

But thank you to @knjsnoona (Amelia) for doing the banner again, it turned out so perfect I love it! Thank you so much!

And thank you to Ryn @queenofthedamnit who puts up with me on the daily. Love you bbs!

Pairing: Jikook X Reader (Jimin X Reader X Jungkook)

Genre: Surrogacy!AU, Polyamorous!AU, Romance. (Future Smut)

Warnings: Profanity, smoking *cigarettes*, kidnapping, a doctor being a lil boob, threatening a pregnant woman (If I forgot any please let me know).

Words: 8k

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You’d hit the 16 week mark and the boys were begging for you to get another ultrasound so they could see the babies better. And by the boys, you mean Jungkook.

“Please Y/N! I want to see them, they’re so small here. I know they’re getting bigger, look at you!” Jungkook cooed, palming your stomach gently. You huffed before nodding slowly.

“Alright alright, make the appointment and I’ll go,” you sighed, rubbing your face in exhaustion. You hadn’t been sleeping well recently, cramps and insomnia running rampant through your body.

Jimin came over with some food for you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Here you are, Y/N, bagel with cream cheese and mustard,” he smiled brightly.

“You’re so sweet, thank you,” you smiled.

“I’m sweet too! Why don’t you compliment me?” Jungkook pouted. You rolled your eyes and laughed.

“Kook, honestly,” you laughed. However, you froze in panic as you realized Jimin’s nickname for his partner slipped out of your lips.

Ohfuckohfuckohfuck

“You are sweet kookie, but, I win currently because I’m the most recent bringer of food, I get extra points,” Jimin smirked.

Your heart eased at the fact Jimin brushed over the blatant use of Jungkook’s pet name. But, there was still a thrumming in your veins. Panic thickening in your throat.

“I demand a recount,” Jungkook frowned. Jimin just smiled and rubbed his fingers over Jungkook’s face to soothe him.

Your fingers itched to do the same…

Ever since Jimin’s episode, you’ve felt so much closer to the two of them. The vulnerability and affection was getting harder to hide on your part. You were even starting to see something from them as well.

Or was it you wanting to see it, and making it appear?

You sighed and looked at your phone, a message coming across the screen.

UNKNOWN: you better watch your back you ungrateful bitch.

Ice cold fear trickled down your spine at the harsh words.

W-Who was this?

“Y/N? Honey, are you okay? You just lost all the color in your face,” Jungkook said, coming to your side.

“Do you want to go to the doctor now? I’m sure if we called we could get in,” Jimin said, picking up his phone.

“I-I’m okay, just, wave of nausea,” you waved them off. They didn’t need to worry about this.

“I’m still gonna call, get you an appointment for later this week,” Jimin said, heading towards the living room. You nodded and watched him leave, Jungkook coming over to your side shortly after.

“You sure you’re feeling alright?” he asked, placing his chin on his hand as he gazed at you.

Your heart stammered at his features, bright eyes that lingered over your face. Sharp jaw that made you just want to weep. His cute button nose and petal pink lips that were simply calling your name…

But, you swallowed your thoughts and gave him a tired smile.

“Just sleepy, babies aren’t getting any smaller,” you joked.

“They most certainly are not,” he smiled, looking down at your swelling tummy. You blushed lightly, before Jimin came back into the room with an easy grin on his face.

“They got you in for today. Sorry, I can’t help but worry,” Jimin said, biting his lip.

You sighed but nodded regardless.

“Today is fine, I just need to take a shower before we go. When is it?” you asked.

“About three hours,” he said, checking his phone again.

“Okay, I’m gonna go get cleaned up then,” you said, pushing yourself to your feet and holding your belly protectively. You didn’t catch the adoring eyes of both men as they watched you hobble to the bathroom.

You were feeling a little faint before getting in the shower, you weren’t going to lie. But, you didn’t eat the food Jimin made for you, so you were probably struggling with the blood sugar drop. You’d eat after you got out of the shower, you reasoned.

Carefully, you stepped into the shower and turned on the water. Waiting for it to warm up, you looked down at your stomach. Your heart clenched as you put your hands on your belly with a delicate hand. You knew these kids weren’t going to be yours legally, but they were your biologically.

Would they take them away from you right at birth?

Or would you get to hold them?

Would Jimin and Jungkook be there for the birth? Would they help you?

Jimin and Jungkook had mentioned something about a birth plan and they wanted you to tell them what you needed, but you weren’t really sure. You’d never been pregnant before, you didn’t know what to expect.

Fear slid down your throat and settled in your chest uncomfortably. You tried not to panic, but it was becoming harder. The walls of the shower were closing in and everything felt too real, too much, it was overwhelming you.

You quickly finished your shower and shakily climbed out, wrapping a towel around yourself and leaning heavily against the counter.

The lights were so bright, and the mirror seemed to be warping and bulging.

You tried to splash some water on your face, to shock you and bring you back down but it only proved to agitate you further.

Suddenly, nausea ripped through you, causing you to double over the toilet in misery. It’d been a while since you’d gotten sick, you hoped it wouldn’t result in an episode of dry heaving. That was the worst.

You threw up whatever was left in your stomach and leaned your head back against the wall. You whimpered in discomfort, back straining slightly.

“Y/N? Are you in here?” Jimin’s voice echoed through your room.

“M-Min,” you said, unable to get his full name out of your dry throat.

“Sweetie?” Jimin’s voice carried.

“H-Here,” you croaked, turning your head to look at the door.

Slowly, it opened and Jimin walked inside. His features changed from confusion to worry in a matter of seconds.

“Y/N, what happened?” he asked, coming forward and kneeling down next to you. You just sniveled into his shoulder.

“Jimin? Y/N?”

Jungkook walked in a moment later, seeing you on the floor and immediately fussing.

“What are you doing down there sweet girl? Are you not feeling well?” Jungkook asked, reaching over Jimin and placing a gentle hand on your sweaty forehead.

“I’ll call the doctor and tell them we’re coming in now,” Jimin said, standing up.

“Yeah, that’s probably for the best,” Jungkook said, taking his spot and wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“Jungkook, can you make sure she can get dressed and I’ll call the doctor and get the car,” Jimin said, heading out the door.

“Come on, Y/N, let’s get you dressed,” Jungkook said, helping you to your feet. Your knees felt wobbly but you could lean on Jungkook if you felt too unsteady. Hands on your elbows he led you out into your bedroom, helping you sit down on the bed before turning towards your closet.

You tried to keep yourself from feeling too embarrassed but, you couldn’t help the blush that rose to your cheeks. Jungkook pulled a few pieces of clothing out and placed them on the bed for you.

“Can you get dressed yourself? Or do you want me to help?” he asked.

“I can do it,” you said, pulling on the outfit carefully.

You managed to do most of the work, only needing Jungkook to help you with the shoes. Slowly, the two of you made it out of your room. Jimin was waiting with the car keys.

“Come on sweetheart, let’s get you and the babies checked out, huh?” Jimin’s caring voice came through your ears.

You let the pair of them lead you to the car, where you rode in silence for most of the way. Jungkook and Jimin were in the front, holding each other’s hands as they drove. Jimin behind the wheel today.

Jungkook was simply scrolling through his phone mindlessly, but you knew it was a nervous habit of his. He wasn’t good with people so when he was uncomfortable he’d pick up his phone to avoid unnecessary conversation.

But you knew he was a phenomenal listener, he was always attentive when you or Jimin was talking. Giving you his full attention, even if you didn’t think what you were talking about was important. It was important to him because you were saying it.

Eventually, you made it to the doctor’s office.

Jimin held the door open for you as Jungkook took your hands to help you down.

You walked into the clinic and did all your paperwork, answering the questionnaires and signing on the dotted line as it were.

And sooner, rather than later, you were back in the examination room.

Dr. Heinz came in, nodding to both men before looking you over quickly.

“Hello Mr. Jeon, Mr. Park. Hope you two are doing well. Miss Y/N, what brings you in today? My nurse said you were having some troubling symptoms,” Dr. Heinz said, sitting down.

Shifting in your seat on the table you bit your lip. You didn’t want to make the boys worry, but your pregnancy was seeming to be a little more difficult than necessary.

“Well, I’ve been having dizzy spells, insomnia, some cramping and nausea,” you listed, looking at your knees.

“I see, and does the nausea ever lead to vomiting?” Dr. Heinz asked.

“Yes,” you answered, fiddling with your thumbs.

Jimin could tell you were nervous. You were fidgeting so bad, you really only did that when you were upset or uncomfortable. Jimin didn’t like that you were so troubled. He looked at Jungkook and they shared a similar look of worry.

“And the cramping, where is it occurring? And give me a level of 1-10 how painful it is, 10 being excruciating and 1 being hardly noticeable” he said, grabbing some gloves from the drawer.

“I-I’d say probably a 6?” you said, sounding unsure.

“A 6 huh?” the doctor said, pulling his gloves on and walking towards you.

“Yeah,” you mumbled.

“Alright Miss Y/N, I’m gonna put this pillow down and you can rest back on it okay? Just gonna do a brief examination okay? If anything hurts or is uncomfortable please say so right away,” he soothed. You nodded and laid down when he put the pillow in place.

He simply started with gentle pressure on your stomach, nothing too painful but a little uncomfortable. You winced when he pushed on your side, making him glance up at your face.

“Does that hurt?” he asked, removing his hand respectfully.

“I-It’s sore,” you murmured.

“Alright,” he said, moving your hips slightly to ease the ache.

After a few more minutes of examining you he sighed and took his gloves off.

“Is she okay?” Jimin asked, holding Jungkook’s hand tightly.

“I need to do a pelvic examination, Miss Y/N do you wish for them to leave the room?” he asked.

“A-Ah, that’s alright, they can stay if they want,” you flushed.

In all honesty, you didn’t want to be alone for this. It was scary enough already.

“It’ll be alright. Pelvic exams are very common early in the pregnancy. I’m surprised you haven’t gotten one yet at 16 weeks. I’ll do my best to make it quick,” Dr. Heinz comforted.

“Okay,” you said, frowning.

“Do you want me to hold your hand?” Jungkook asked, standing up. On instinct you reached out for him.

“Ye-”

“Oh that’s not necessary Mr. Jeon, it’ll be just a few moments,” Dr. Heinz said, preparing the exam table, not looking up at you.

You swallowed hard and put your hand back, biting into your lower lip with frustration. Jungkook cleared his throat and sat down again, giving the doctor an unreadable expression.

The doctor had you remove your undergarments, having you place them on the counter. You got back up on the table and situated yourself before the doctor came back with all the materials he’d need to perform the exam.

“Okay Miss Y/N, I’m going to perform a pelvic exam now. If something hurts or is uncomfortable please let me know okay? I’m just going to prep you with some lubricant, alright?” he said, opening the tube and placing a generous amount on his fingers before pushing them forward into you.

The stretch was sharp and you breathed in quickly at the intrusion.

“Just take some deep breaths for me, Miss Y/N,” Dr. Heinz said.

“T-That hurts a bit,” you winced, trying not to be a pain but it really was more uncomfortable than you thought necessary.

“Alright one moment,” the doctor said, adding more lubricant and continuing with the examination.

He felt around for a few more moments before pulling back and wiping his hand clean.

“Alright, everything feels normal to me. Now I just need to take a look,” he said, discarding his old gloves and grabbing new ones.

Your breathing was shaky and your hands were sweating. Both men recognized your distress and wanted to jump at the doctor in fury. Jimin’s knuckles were white on the arm rest of the chair and Jungkook’s eyes were swimming with fire.

He was hurting you.

He was making you uncomfortable and upset.

They were livid.

Just as the doctor was about to push the speculum in, Jungkook stood from his seat and took your hand in his. Dr. Heinz raised a brow in confusion.

“Mr. Jeon, this will take a few moments. I don’t think you need to hold her hand, she’s an adult,” the doctor said.

“She’s also in pain, but you’re the doctor aren’t you? You’re supposed to know when your patient is hurting and distressed. Although it seems that you are neglecting that fact right now. There is nothing wrong with me supporting her during this, she’s carrying children for Jimin and myself. I think the least I can do is hold her hand during a pelvic exam,” Jungkook growled.

Dr. Heinz seemed stunned into silence for a moment. You rubbed your thumb over Jungkook’s knuckles and brought his hand under your chin for a moment.

“Kook I’m alright,” you promised.

“Don’t feel like you have to suffer quietly, if something hurts you need to say something,” he pleaded.

“Yeah, Y/N, you can speak up when something hurts or is uncomfortable. We want you to say it,” Jimin said, standing up and taking Jungkook’s free hand.

“Well, I’m ready to proceed when you are Miss Y/N,” Dr. Heinz said. You squeezed Jungkook’s hand and he nodded.

“I’m ready,” you said.

The rest of the exam went rather well. Dr. Heinz was patient, a little standoffish with the boys but for the most part he was cordial and tried to keep you as comfortable as possible.

Soon you were getting dressed and heading for the ultrasound.

The tech was different than last time but is no less kind. She smiles brightly at you and the two men behind you.

“We ready to see the babies?” she asked excitedly.

“Yes!” Jimin and Jungkook squeak.

“Alright, come on up here Miss Y/N,” the tech said, patting the table. You noticed it was a little taller than you, making it hard for you to get your butt up there. Jimin spotted you struggling and came over quickly.

“Here sweetie, I’ve got you,” he said, lifting you by the hips and setting you on the table carefully.

“Alright, get comfortable and we’re going to start!” she beamed.

Your phone pinged in the corner and Jungkook handed it to you without looking. You thanked him before unlocking the screen and noticing the text.

UNKNOWN: your days are fucking numbered slut.

Your heart launched into your throat. Who the fuck was this? Who would have access to your personal phone number?

You jolted as the gel touched your stomach, the tech gave you a gentle smile. “Sorry, a little cold. It’ll warm up here in just a second.”

Nodding you swallowed hard. Jungkook and Jimin’s eyes were focused on the screen as the tech tried to get a spot on your twins.

Y/N: Who is this?

Carefully you locked your phone and put it face down on the table. You felt it vibrate again, but you chose to ignore it. Looking at the sweet faces of the boys as they looked at your ultrasound patiently.

“Ah, there they are!” She said, pointing to the screen.

“Oh my God,” Jimin whispered, holding onto Jungkook tightly.

“They’re getting so big,” Jungkook whimpered.

“Yes they are! Looking healthy too! Mom’s doing a great job!” the tech praised. You smiled weakly, trying to keep your heart from beating out of your chest.

“How soon until we can find out the gender?” Jungkook asked.

“We could find out now if you wanted? It’s a little tricky to tell right now, so sometimes we wait until 18 weeks to confirm,” she answered, moving the device around on your belly.

“Well, I guess we can wait two more weeks,” Jungkook pouted slightly.

“I always like to ask the mom what they think. Woman’s intuition is usually spot on, it’s actually scary,” the tech smiled.

“Yeah, Y/N, what do you think?” Jimin asked, gazing into your eyes with too much of… something… what is that look?

Stomach clenching slightly you look at your babies on the screen and you just feel it. You know.

“One boy and one girl,” you say softly.

“One of each? Ooh! We’ll see in a few weeks,” she said with a smile. “Do you want pictures?”

The boys nodded quickly, each wanting a set.

The tech handed them over and Jungkook’s immediately went into his wallet. You gave a tight smile at the two of them as the tech cleaned up your stomach. Jimin seemed to notice your discomfort first, frowning at you as he clutched the picture of his children.

“What’s wrong, Y/N? You look upset,” Jimin asked, brushing the hair out of your face with a gentle hand.

“Nothing, I’m alright,” you said, voice wavering slightly as your phone buzzed at your hip again. Fear gripped your throat tight, making you want to cry, but you held your face firm.

“You’re sure?” the tech asked, looking at the monitor. “Your heart is beating quite fast, maybe take some calming breaths?”

You did as she asked, but all you could think about are the messages. Who was it? Who would be so mad at you that they’d threaten you like this? You really didn’t know a lot of people in the city, you mainly kept to yourself. Your mind was reeling in confusion and fear.

“Momma you need to calm down a little bit, you’ll start hyperventilating if you keep it up. Your heart rate is up to 132,” the tech informed.

“Hey, hey,” Jungkook soothed, wrapping you up in his arms. “It’s alright. What’s wrong pretty? What’s going on, huh?” he asked, petting your head. Your chest lurched at the pet name Jungkook used. He thought you were pretty?

“Y/N, you’re clearly upset, can you tell us what’s wrong?” Jimin pleaded, rubbing your knee with his hand.

“Stress isn’t good for you or the babies,” Jungkook said softly. “Just tell us what’s wrong, we’ll help you. Breathe with me, in through your nose, out through your mouth. Watch me,” he said, taking a measured breath in. You followed him, trying to focus on that one task.

“Heart rate is down to 105 bpm, that’s better momma,” the tech stated.

“That’s our girl, just breathe pretty. That’s right,” Jungkook eased.

You swallowed hard. Why were they acting like this? Were they doing this because they just wanted you to calm down for the kids? Or did-did they really mean it?

“Just panicked a little bit, I’m okay. Sometimes I get anxious for no reason,” you explained away.

“If you ever want to talk about it, I’m legally certified to give you advice,” Jimin smiled.

“I couldn’t afford your advice,” you laughed softly.

“For you sweetie, it’s free,” Jimin winked. The tension in the room dissipated, but the constricting in your chest did not.

The tech and Jungkook helped you down, careful to ease you onto your feet so you didn’t strain anything. Jungkook rubbed your lower back gently, helping you steady yourself while you pulled your shoes on. You all bid the tech goodbye as she watched you all leave the room. Little did she know, your heart was pounding in your chest as you walked down the hallways of the clinic.

–

Your phone was eerily silent in your pocket on the way home.

The messages were always vague, but no less threatening. It made your stomach feel queasy with the added stress. Jimin sat in the backseat with you, trying to get you to talk to explain what was wrong. But you urged that you were fine. That nothing was wrong-you were just a little anxious, which as a pregnant woman, was normal.

“Y/N, you don’t need to hide anything from us. We’re here to help you, provide for you. If there’s something wrong then you need to tell us,” Jimin said, trying to reach out for you.

You grabbed his wrist and placed his hand back on the seat of the car. Jimin’s heart sank at your cold demeanor. You wouldn’t even let him touch you?

“Jimin, please. If something really is wrong, then I swear I will tell you okay? But for now, I just want some peace, please,” you said, leaning your head against the window.

“I-If that’s what you want,” he agreed, folding his hands in his lap and biting his lip.

Jimin knew something was wrong. He didn’t exactly know how he knew, but it was like a sixth sense or something. You had been in their home for so long and had become about their dynamic he feared of you pulling back now. Especially when they wanted to take such a big step forward with you.

He and Jungkook needed to talk, without you there.

“Do you want a night to yourself?” Jimin asked, raising a brow.

You thought for a minute.

If they were gone, maybe you could track down this person who was threatening you. Call them or something without the boys worrying too much.

“Yeah, that’d be great actually. I’ll run a bath and everything,” you said, giving a small smile to reassure them.

“We can go out for dinner and bring you something back maybe?” Jungkook suggested from the front.

“Yeah! That sounds great,” you agreed, clutching your knee out of anxiety.

“Of course we won’t go far, in case you need something,” Jimin fretted, turning to you and looking at your beautiful face.

You really were glowing in his eyes. Carrying his babies and looking so fucking attractive while doing it should honestly be a crime. But, that’s not the point currently.

“No I know, you guys are always there when I need you. I trust you,” you said, speaking honestly.

You really did trust them, with everything. Even if this was an arrangement and you were getting paid to do it, they didn’t have to do all of this stuff for you. Didn’t have to take you in, didn’t have to make you happy… Didn’t have to… to care so much.

Your heart dropped in your stomach as you thought about it all over again.

The thing you’d been struggling with for a while.

The damned… feelings…

You were really trying not to get overwhelmed with everything that was happening but, just thinking about the boys and the future you got teary eyed.

“Oh sweetie, why are you crying? What’s wrong?” Jimin asked, hand moving towards you again, when he stopped himself.

“J-Just thinking about you guys and how kind you’ve been. No-No one’s ever been like this for me. Not even my own family,” you whimpered.

“It’s okay pretty, we wouldn’t want anyone but you. We don’t want anyone else to carry our kids,” Jungkook said from the front.

Your heart skipped again at the nickname. ‘Pretty’. The way he said it with such assurance made you want to scream. What was going on in your head? What was going on in theirs? Are they just being kind? Or is there something more to this? Is this worth what could happen if they’re not interested?

“It’s alright Y/N, we’re happy you’re here with us,” Jimin encouraged.

“Thanks,” you said softly, trying to keep yourself from going too far.

When they came back from dinner you’d ask.

You had to know.

You had to know if this was worth it, if there was the buildings of a relationship. Because you wanted it so badly. These kids, the thought of giving them up now was so hard. Especially since you saw them on the screen of the ultrasound.

Jungkook pulled into the parking garage and you startled out of your thoughts.

“Come on sweetie, let’s get you upstairs and settled in,” Jimin said, getting out. You nodded and Jungkook opened your door, offering you a hand. You took it gingerly and your heart was beating so hard in your chest.

His hand was so big and warm in yours… It felt right, d-did they feel it too?

You saw Jimin’s face darken when he saw the two of you holding hands. You frowned and reached for his hand as well, pouting as you struggled to reach him. Jimin looked at you for a moment, before a bright smile took over his features and he grabbed your hand as well.

You all made it to the apartment and the boys decided to get changed before they went to dinner. You nodded and acted like you were getting your stuff ready for a bath. It was quiet for a few minutes, the boys in their room and you in yours.

But, you felt so distant at the same time…

Just as you were about to call for them, you turned to see them both standing near the doorway looking at you with affectionate eyes.

“H-How long have you been standing there?” you asked, clutching your towel tight.

“Not long, but we wanted to let you know we were leaving. What do you want for dinner?” Jimin asked.

“Maybe some barbeque? Like, beef and fried veggies?” you asked, pulling on the strands of your hair slowly.

“Okay, do you want rice?” Jungkook asked.

“Yeah, just white rice though,” you said with a nod.

“We can do that, we’ve got stuff to drink here but we can pick you up some juice or something like that on the way back if you want?” Jugnkook offered.

“No, there’s plenty here. I’ll be alright,” you smiled.

“Okay, if you’re sure. But if you change your mind just text us, okay?” Jimin said.

“I will,” you nodded.

“Okay pretty, we’re gonna go. But, if you need anything, please just give us a call. We’re going to Auntie Kim’s down on 3rd street,” Jungkook said.

“Sounds good, I like their food,” you nodded.

“Alright, see you later sweetheart,” Jimin said, walking up and giving your hand a gentle kiss. Your mind whirled with want and fear. What is he doing?

“Hey I said I was gonna do that,” Jungkook pouted.

“I got her first,” Jimin smirked.

“Jungkook, I have two hands,” you smiled. Jungkook’s eyes sparkled as he came forward, pressing a sweet kiss to the back of your hand.

“We’ll be back, we want to talk to you when we get home, okay?” Jimin said vaguely.

“What about?” your heart picked up, was something wrong?

“Don’t worry, pretty. You’ll find out,” Jungkook grinned.

“Okay okay, you should go before it gets too busy,” you said, pushing them out towards the door. Both boys nodded and walked out, stealing glances back at you.

You sighed, sitting down on your bed. Your phone was eerily silent next to you, screen down in your sheets. You couldn’t help yourself, you had to know who it was. Who was the person harassing you?

Turning the phone over you were about to press the call button when a knock came to the door.

One of the boys must’ve forgotten something. You swear they were as forgetful as you, at least you could blame the pregnancy brain.

“I’m guessing Jimin! Did you forget to put on your cologne?” you asked, opening the door.

Hand shot out and gripped you tight, shoving a cloth to your face. You struggled for a little bit before everything started to spin and you were crumpling in the strangers arms.

“I always get my money you bitch.”

–

“I’ll have the steak please, side of roasted vegetables with the house merlot,” Jungkook said, handing the menu back to the waitress who was doing a very poor job of hiding her attraction.

Unfortunately for her, these boys had eyes for one girl, and each other of course.

“I’ll get these right in for you both, if you need anything in the meantime don’t hesitate to call for me,” she said, scurrying away from the table.

“So,” Jimin started, leaning forward on his arms. “What is the plan when we get home?”

“Well, I thought instead of the necklace and bracelets, we could make it a little more official,” Jungkook said, pulling three boxes out of his pocket and placing them on the table. Jimin’s eyes widened.

“C-Couple rings? Are you sure?” he asked, eyes watering.

“Of course I’m sure, I know you’re meant for me. A-And I know she is too, she’s so precious to both of us I couldn’t be more certain of anything,” Jungkook smiled.

Jimin opened one and noticed that they were engraved with everyone’s initials and the moon, sun and stars all together. The older man couldn’t help the tears that stung his eyes.

“Kook, you’re always so well thought. I love you,” Jimin said, reaching over the table to give the man a kiss. Jungkook smiled into the embrace and pecked his boyfriend a few times before putting the rings away.

“We’ll put them on each other when she says yes,” Jungkook beamed.

Jimin’s smile faltered.

“We don’t know if she’ll say yes, Kook. She could just be in this for the money and nothing else… I-It’s possible,” Jimin said weakly, trying not to let his insecurity show but was failing miserably.

“You didn’t see what I saw, Jimin,” Jungkook started. “When I came home after your panic attack, she was there cradling you. Holding you like you were something precious. I can only hope we look like that together. Because it was one of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen. And she wouldn’t rest until she knew I had you.”

“S-She’s a caring person,” Jimin deflected.

“Why are you so afraid?” Jungkook asked.

“If she says no, then what are we going to do knowing our moon is gone? What do we do if she doesn’t want to be the mother of our children?” Jimin panicked lightly, gripping Jungkook’s hand across the table.

“But what if she does?” Jungkook challenged. “She hasn’t taken that pendant off since we gave it to her. She’s our moon, always watching over us and we care for her don’t we? Isn’t the joy worth the risk? If we are all together we can be a family with beautiful children, don’t you want that?”

“I-I do, but if my parents find out that these kids are mine, what are we gonna do? They’re going to try and come back. You know that Jungkook and they’ve never approved of us. What are they going to say if they find out I’m with you and her as well, what if-”

“Jimin,” Jungkook soothed, running his fingers over his boyfriend’s tight knuckles. “It’ll be okay. Everything will be alright.”

“Alright I’ve got a steak and a-oh,” the waitress’ voice came over head. The disappointment in her features was apparent, but she gave a gentle smile regardless. “I’ve got a steak and chicken dish roasted veggies for both and the house merlot. Is there anything else I can get for the two of you?”

“No, we’re fine for right now thank you,” Jungkook urged. The waitress nodded before taking off in the opposite direction.

“So we’re doing this?” Jimin asked, looking at Jungkook with so much fear but excitement at the same time.

“We’re doing this.”

–

Jungkook and Jimin could hardly contain their excitement as they got back towards the apartment.

“We should move too, I don’t want the babies growing up in a high rise apartment. I want them to have their own rooms and we can all have a huge master bedroom and-why is the door open?” Jimin asked, staring at the cracked open door to the apartment.

The men approached the door and noticed your necklace, laying on the ground.

Jimin’s heart shattered.

“S-She left?” he asked, looking at Jungkook with a broken heart.

“I-I… This doesn’t make sense. Y/N! Y/N! Where are you pretty!?” He asked, barging into the apartment.

Both men’s stomachs curled in on themselves when they saw the state of the place. Curtains were ripped, plates and cutlery were thrown around the kitchen. Sheets from the beds and clothes all strewn about the place. The furniture was even moved.

Jungkook’s mind went into overdrive. “There’s no way she could’ve done this. Someone else is involved,” Jungkook said, biting his lip hard.

“Who? Jungkook, she’s barely interacted with anyone but us for months!”

“D-Do you think your parents already know about her? Could they have something to do with this?” Jungkook asked.

“They wouldn’t do something this outright illegal. They might blackmail her or me but… They wouldn’t kidnap her,” Jimin whispered.

“Look for her, just look for her while I call someone,” Jungkook said. Jimin nodded and headed off into the trashed apartment in search of you.

The dial tone had never sounded so irritating to Jungkook before, when his friend finally picked up.

“Yah, you punk it’s about ten o’clock what makes you think you can disrupt my sleep schedule?” an older voice rang over the phone.

That’s when Jungkook broke.

“Yoongi,” he cried.

Some shuffling from the other end.

“Jungkook, where are you? What happened? Are you hurt?” Yoongi asked.

“S-She’s gone, we don’t know where she is,” he hiccuped.

“Who? Your surrogate? Y/N?” the older male asked.

“Yes, she’s not here. The apartment was open when we got here and the place was ransacked.”

More shuffling.

“I’m heading over right now. I’ll bring the cops with me, try not to panic right now. Call her friends if she has any in the area. Try calling her,” Yoongi said.

“Jungkook, I found her phone and there’s messages on here… They-Someone’s been threatening her,” Jimin whimpered, walking out and placing the phone on the table.

“Holy shit,” Jungkook sighed, rubbing his face.

“Call her friends then, see if they’ve heard from her or seen her. At the very least you have a robbery to report, but let’s not hope there’s a missing person,” Yoongi said.

“Jimin, call Namjoon and Jin, see if they’ve seen her. Heard from her? Anything,” Jungkook said.

“Okay, I’ll do that,” Jimin answered, pulling his phone from his pocket and getting to work.

“What can we do now?” Jungkook said.

“Wait for me to get there, and then we get to work.”

–

Your head was spinning.

Images and bright lights flashed past your vision. You couldn’t make out where you were even if you tried, your head felt light yet heavy at the same time and your throat was aching.

Instinctively your hand went to your stomach. You looked down and there wasn’t anything concerning at the moment. But you worried for the babies in your stomach, the stress no doubt not aiding in your pregnancy in any way.

“Ah she’s awake,” a sinister voice echoed through the room.

Your mind began to sway and the world whorled into darkness yet again.

—

Jungkook and Jimin sat in their trashed apartment while the police walked around, looking through every inch of their life.

The couple rings weighed heavily in Jungkook’s pocket.

“So the last time you saw her was a few hours ago?” A nameless woman said, sitting in front of them.

Where was Yoongi?

“That’s enough Natalia, I’ll take it from here,” a husky voice said, walking into the apartment.

“Yoongi,” Jungkook said, standing and walking over to him.

“Hey kid,” Yoongi said, wrapping Jungkook in an unexpected embrace. “You worried me on the phone. What’s going on?”

“Look at our home… Someone came in here, someone came here and-and,” Jimin choked up.

“Baby, we’ll find her. The police, Yoongi here, I’ll rip this whole town apart to find her myself, I know you’d do the same,” Jungkook said, taking Jimin’s hands and kissing them gently.

“I’m sorry, I know. We’ll find her,” Jimin said, wiping a stray tear from his eye and taking Jungkook’s hand in his.

Yoongi stood watching the couple, sighing and lighting a cigarette.

Jungkook frowned and waved at the smoke but did nothing to stop the older male. Jimin stayed at Jungkook’s side, keeping himself from correcting what he saw as poor behavior.

“So, you two are having kids?” Yoongi asked.

“Yes, but our surrogate… Y/N, she’s gone,” Jimin whispered.

“I know Mr. Park, I’m a detective with the state department. I’ve already been looking into your surrogate on my way here,” Yoongi said, pulling out a tablet and holding it in front of them.

“Do you know where she is?” Jungkook asked rashly.

“If I did, do you think I’d come here, dummy? You’re still as impatient as you were when we were kids,” he sighed, rubbing his face.

“Kids?” Jimin inquired.

“Yoongi’s been a friend since I was young, we lost touch for a while but we’ve always been in contact in some way,” Jungkook explained.

Jimin nodded in acknowledgment.

“Now, your surrogate. How much do you know about her past?” Yoongi asked.

“We know little,” Jimin said.

“She was private about it, she wanted to live in the moment with us,” Jungkook said quietly.

“It’s understandable why she was so quiet about it. She came from a family dynamic of a professor and a stay at home dad,” Yoongi started.

“No wonder she’s so smart, but doesn’t say anything,” Jungkook sighed.

“Shh kid, not until I get to the good stuff,” Yoongi said, smacking Jungkook on the head lightly.

“Ow,” he pouted, rubbing the spot.

“Anyways. At the age of six she was in a horrific car accident that killed both of her parents, almost her as well. She survived and was given to a great aunt to be raised. At the age of seventeen she had herself emancipated and came to the city. She’s worked odd jobs here and there, barely making enough to scrape by,” Yoongi explained.

Jimin and Jungkook were shocked.

“S-She has no family?” Jimin asked for confirmation.

“She has the great aunt, but her parents were both only children and any other relatives that could’ve come forward at the time didn’t so, the great aunt is all we have,” Yoongi stated.

“She’s been by herself? This whole time?” Jungkook asked.

“Honestly? From what it sounds like, the girl is a loner. Not really a people person, but is kind, does honest work. The only trouble she ever got in was owing her last landlord over six thousand dollars in unpaid rent,” Yoongi said.

“But we paid that off,” Jimin said, looking towards Jungkook for confirmation.

“I thought you paid for it?” Jungkook said.

Both men paled and looked back at Yoongi.

“So it still hasn’t been paid?”

“Apparently not,” Jimin said.

“There’s our motive. Who’s her old landlord?” Yoongi asked.

“We don’t know, but when she went for one of her appointments he assaulted her outside the apartment building. And he harassed the people we sent to gather her things from the old unit,” Jungkook said.

“Cedar Creek Apartments correct?” Yoongi said.

“Yes,” Jimin confirmed.

“Tim Cerkaniks,” Yoongi said, pulling up a profile on his tablet, looking and scrolling through, his face turned quickly into a grimace.

“What’s wrong?” Jimin asked.

“This man has been affiliated with gang activity, drug trafficking and domestic abuse,” Yoongi cleared his throat as the two younger males paled even more.

“Gang activity? Which gang?” Jungkook asked.

“The Hunters?”

“Oh fuck me,” Jungkook growled, running his hands through his hair.

“What’s wrong?” Jimin asked, placing a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder.

“Remember about a year ago? When they wanted to give me personal security because I took down one of the Hunters’ leaders in a court case? This-This motherfucker is tied to them,” Jungkook said.

“Babe, it’s not your fault,” Jimin whispered, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek, leaning his forehead into his boyfriend’s head.

“Another motive, looks like everything aligned just right for him to pick her, the question is… why does the apartment look like a wreck?”

“Sir you can’t enter here! This is a crime scene!”

“Like fuck you’re not letting me in here,” Namjoon’s voice echoed through the room.

“You know him?” Yoongi asked.

“He’s Y/N’s best friend. I called him and told him what’s going on, well… As best as I could,” Jimin said.

“Let him in, Scotty,” Yoongi said, gesturing to Namjoon.

Namjoon walked in and gripped Jimin’s shoulders harshly, hauling him up to his feet.

“Hey hey!” Jungkook yelled.

“You fucking idiots! I told you to protect her! I told you to keep her safe! I told you! And this fucking happens, you don’t deserve her!” Namjoon cried.

“Namjoon stop!” Jungkook said, pulling Namjoon off of Jimin.

“No, he’s well within his right Jungkook. He loves her as his friend and we-we did fail her,” Jimin sighed, running his hand through his hair in a stressed motion.

“They had no idea this would happen,” Yoongi said, putting his cigarette out.

“We should’ve tried harder to keep her safe,” Jungkook said.

“You had no idea someone would try to come after her,” Yoongi soothed, patting Jungkook’s back.

“Who are you?” Namjoon asked, looking at Yoongi in confusion.

“Min Yoongi, Detective for the state department. Friend of Jungkook and the only chance you have at finding Y/N before something truly bad happens to her,” Yoongi said.

Namjoon swallowed hard.

“I understand,” Namjoon said, placing his hands in his pockets.

“Listen, it’s late. We’ll get you a hotel-”

“That won’t be necessary, they can stay with Jin and I,” Namjoon said.

“And we aren’t sleeping until we have news on Y/N,” Jimin said.

“Listen, I’ve got half of my department working on this case right now. But if there’s nothing else you can do to help with the case,” Yoongi said. “I will need to speak with you however.”

Yoongi gestured to Namjoon and he nodded.

“Of course, whatever you need,” Namjoon said, rubbing his hands nervously.

“Please, let us help,” Jimin said.

“There’s really nothing-”

“Boss they didn’t take her phone from her!” A woman at the back yelled.

Yoongi’s face turned at that.

“Why wouldn’t they-”

Jimin’s phone started to ring.

“It’s Y/N! What do I do?”

Yoongi thought for a moment.

“Pick it up, but put it on speaker,”

Jimin did as he was told.

“Hello?” He asked, waiting for a response.

“J-Jimin,” your voice hiccuped from the other end.

“Y/N? Sweetheart, where are you?” Jungkook asked, gripping the couch tightly.

“Y-You have f-five hours to deposit money-” the line cut out for a moment. “-that I will tell you s-shortly,” you whimpered.

“Y/N is someone there with you?”

“If I defer from the words that I’m being told I-I’ll be shot,” you cried, the whole room tensed up.

“What are the demands?”

Yoongi’s voice was cold.

“Jimin who is-”

“Only warning you bitch!”

“I-I’m sorry. The demands are as follows. Bring five million dollars to storage units on the outskirts of the city. Right off of Night Boulevard… I-If the money isn’t delivered to-”

“Y/N, pretty, please just tell us where you are,” Jungkook said.

“Here’s a warning for you pretty boy. If you interrupt her or she stops I’m gonna blow her head off. Now Miss Y/N, please continue,” the sinister tone continued

“If the money isn’t delivered to storage unit 52 H by the end of this five hours… Y-You’ll find my body,” you hiccuped and sobs started to come out of your mouth.

Jungkook and Jimin clung to each other, hearts pounding in fear for you.

“D-Do you agree to these terms?” Your voice said, watery.

Namjoon covered his mouth to keep from crying.

Yoongi spoke up.

“Storage unit 52 H, we understand the conditions. Where can we find Y/N after the money is delivered?”

“Y-You can find me using my phone’s GPS. Which has been turned off during the duration of this call.”

“Y/N, we’ll pay. We’ll come get you, don’t worry sweetie we’ll come get you. Just hang in there,” Jimin said.

“Pretty we’ll be coming for you. Just hold on and wait for us,” Jungkook said.

The phone line went dead and Yoongi went right towards the woman with the computer.

“Where did that call come from? Did you track the phone?” he asked, hanging over the woman.

“No, the GPS was blocked. Just like Miss Y/N said over the phone,” she reminded.

“Can’t you go through the IP the phone uses when it hooks up to the wifi? Maybe she’s being held somewhere that has internet. Something to go on, I just need something,” Yoongi said, rubbing his forehead.

“What about the money? Can’t we just pay the ransom?” Jimin asked.

“If we just pay the ransom, what’s to stop them from taking her again? What’s to stop them from taking one of the kids when they’re born? We can’t let them push us around,” Jungkook said.

“But Jungkook, it’s Y/N, it’s our children. What else do we do? We have five hours,” Jimin reminded.

“Time’s a concept anyways,” Yoongi waved off. “If I were the criminal, where would I take her?”

“Jungkook, is she going to die?” Namjoon whispered, looking down at the floor.

“I won’t let that happen,” Jimin said, low.

“Neither will I,” Jungkook said. “I’ll give them every cent I have to keep her alive if it comes down to it. I won’t let them hurt her or our children.”

Namjoon moved and wiped his eyes with the back of his wrist, keeping his eyes lower for a moment.

“I have an idea,” Namjoon said.

“What is it?” Yoongi asked.

“I-I think she’s at the storage unit now,” Namjoon said.

“How do you know that?” Jimin asked.

“If you listened to the audio, it sounded echoy-if that’s a word-”

“It isn’t,” Yoongi helped.

Namjoon shot him a look before continuing. “She’s somewhere where there’s a lot of open space. But it’s enclosed. So, I think she could be in the storage units somewhere,” Namjoon explained.

“It makes sense. Plus, her phone cut out at the beginning. The signal might have been weak,” Yoongi reasoned.

“Do you think they’re at the same storage unit?” Jimin asked.

“It’s a possibility, the one off of Night Boulevard is in Hunter territory, so it would make sense to take her there. They’d have back up if they needed it,” Yoongi said.

“Then let’s go,” Namjoon said.

“We can’t just pick up and go-”

“I’ll use that five million dollars they wanted to fund your department for the next 10 years if we go now, please. Please just give it a shot, I’ll write the check,” Jungkook said.

Yoongi sighed.

“If we’re wrong we’re wasting time,” Yoongi warned.

“And if we’re right?” Jimin said.

“You’ll have her in your arms in the matter of an hour,” Yoongi said.

“Then let’s go,” Jimin said.

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