“Well, what did he say?” Liz leaned towards his brother who was picking at his food.

"He said no," Prince answered for his father.

"And how do you know little mister?" Chung-ha quirked an eyebrow at Prince.

"It's all nini's been complaining about since then."

Jimin huffed and threw his bread down then leaned back in his chair.

"He actually said no?!" Jin's eyes bucked as he turned to his best friend who pulled at his hair.

"I knew he would but he fucking-!" Jimin stopped to huff out a scream.

"He had the fucking balls to ask me to go back on birth control and kiss me goodbye before leaving." Jimin gnawed at his lip as his eyes turned to his phone that buzzed. He checked it to see yet another text from his husband. To which he ignored.

Obviously.

"Nini, dad keeps calling me." Prince showed his omega father his buzzing.

"Answer that and you're grounded." Jimin pointed to his son whose eyes widened as he slowly set his phone on silent and sat it down.

"Ok-ay." Prince's lips curved in as he munched on his fries quietly.

"Calm down, man." Rosé frowned, rubbing her friend’s back.

Jimin ruffled his hair in distress as he finally picked up his ringing phone.

"What?!" He screamed into the phone.

"Why weren't you answering earlier?" That was what Jungkook replied.

“Maybe because I don’t want to talk to you!”

“Honey, come on. This is ridiculous. Over a baby?”

Jimin rolled his eyes before speaking.

“Oh, so you think I’m ridiculous?”

“I never said that. Don’t twist my words.”

Jimin scoffed out a laugh.

“Stop calling me.”

“Do not hang up on me, Jeon Jimin,” Jungkook grumbled as there was shuffling around.

“Oh yeah? What’re you gonna do about it?”

“Jimin,” Jungkook said in a warning tone.

“Fuck off.”

“Where are you?” Jungkook sighed.

“Like I’d tell you.”

“Jimin, where are you? I’m picking you up and we’re sorting this out.”

“Don’t even think about coming near me.” Jimin hissed before hanging up the phone and slamming it down on the table.

Everyone stared at the seething omega.

“If I didn’t know better I’d think you’re already pregnant.” Chung-ha exhaled.

Jimin rolled his eyes before continuing to eat his food. Everyone conversed like normal and ate their food before someone called Jimin's name.

Jimin turned around with the straw to his drink in his mouth.

There, walking fiercely towards their table in the food court of the mall, was his husband.

He groaned then turned to his group.

"Which one of you snitched?" He hissed as everyone looked around aimlessly until Jungkook reached them.

"Let's go," Jungkook said as he began collecting Jimin's things.

"No." Jimin snatched his phone from Jungkook who rubbed his eyes as his face scrunched up.

"Honey, seriously, I don't want to fight with you. Let's go home and talk about this."

Jimin flipped Jungkook off which pushed a groan out of Jungkook's mouth. He set Jimin's things down before grabbing him by his waist and throwing him over his shoulder. Jimin screamed as Jungkook grabbed Jimin's things as they were handed to him by Prince.

"Come on, Prince." Jungkook sighed tiredly as Jimin thrashed around in his hold.

"No thanks. I'll stay with Uncle Tae and Liz." Prince smiled with his lips closed.

Jungkook nodded nonetheless before walking off with his protesting husband on his shoulder.

"You don't want to go with them?" Taehyung turned to his nephew.

"Nah. They've been fighting a lot lately and it's not nice to hear. I'll actually probably call my friend and I'll just chill at his house until they're done with their fight for the night." Prince mumbled with a frown as he pushed around the strawberries on his plate.

Everyone hummed in understanding with a frown.

—

Once Jimin got in the house he marched upstairs as fast as he could only for Jungkook to run after him.

He picked him up by his waist. Jimin screamed as his feet left the ground. Jungkook carried him into their bedroom and threw him on the bed.

Jimin landed with an oomph as Jungkook pulled the small leather sofa chair towards the bed and sat down. Jimin sat up with a scowl.

"This is stupid, hun." Jungkook ruffled his hair that was slicked back prior.

"If it's so stupid why are you so bothered by it? I'm just being a sensitive-over-dramatic-omega huh?"

"I'm bothered because my husband won't even let me touch him without throwing a fit! It's been weeks! I haven't slept beside you in weeks, Jimin! Either you go off to some extra room when I come home or if I come home late you lock the fucking door. What's up with that, huh?" Jungkook leaned forward so his elbows made contact with his knees.

He stared at his husband who rolled his eyes.

"And I never said you're sensitive or overdramatic. You're just saying shit now."

Jimin crossed her arms.

"Well, maybe I don't want to sleep next to someone who had the fucking balls to tell me to go back on birth control after expressing how deeply I don't want to go back on it and the reason why I don't want to go back on it."

Jungkook pulled at his hair with an aggravated sound leaving his lips.

"We've been fighting for fucking weeks Jimin! And for what? Over what?! A baby?! The fact I don't want to give you one?!"

Jungkook stood up and marched in front of Jimin, he grabbed his arms and stared into his hazel eyes. A fire burned bright within them.

"Is it so wrong of me to not want to be without a husband? Is it so wrong of me to not want to put your life on the line?"

"You aren't—"

"I could be, Jimin!"

"I thought you were raised to be without regrets!"

"I was! That's why I'm saying no! I don't want to sit in my fucking bed and cry at night because I have to sleep alone! Not because you're having a fit but because you're six feet deep in the goddamn ground, Jimin!" Jungkook huffed out.

He held back his tears as tears streamed down Jimin's face. But not a single sound left his mouth.

"I love you so much. I've heard too many fucking stories about how badly you hurt." Jungkook paused to compose himself.

He knelt down and held Jimin's hands as he looked up into Jimin's eyes.

"I've heard about your heart pains. Your months in the hospital after having Prince. I never saw it and I don't want to. Hearing it is enough to make me want to keep you locked away and safe. I don't know what I would do, honey…" Jungkook exhaled, gripping tightly onto the omega's hands.

"I don't know what I would do if I lost you. We've lost a lot of people in our lives. We just lost Byul-yi and Jisoo. I can't, Jimin. I physically can't keep fighting with you. So can we please, I'm begging you, please, just drop this baby talk?" Jungkook's voice grew quiet towards the end.

Jimin stared at Jungkook's hands on his own.

"You sound like my father." Jimin pushed Jungkook's hands away and left the room.

He slammed the door to an extra room. The slam told Jungkook he had lost yet another battle.

—

"What's wrong with you?" Leo snickered as he brought his cup of coffee to his lips.

Jungkook stared at the cup in front of him, stirring it around.

"Your son won't talk to me."

"Which son?"

"Which son do you think, dad?" Jungkook sat up and stared at Leo with his eyes hooded, his hand was limp in the air as his elbow was on the table.

Leo chuckled.

"Well, sometimes Liz can be as petty as Jimin. But I should expect it would be none other than my eldest son."

Leo sat his cup down.

"What did you say this time?"

"Dad?!"

Leo laughed hysterically. His pearly white teeth peeked out from his pink lips. His dimples were engraved deep into his cheeks. He pushed his midnight black hair back as his hazel eyes had a joyous tint to them.

"Well, I'm assuming you did something for him to not talk with you."

Jungkook groaned as he leaned back against the white wood chair.

"He brought up having another baby and I said no. He's been trying to convince me but I give him the same answer." Jungkook looked at Leo from his slouched position.

"Well, why don't you want to have a baby?"

"Because I don't want him to die," Jungkook said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Leo sighed.

"Ah, so you're denying him a child in fear of the child taking him out."

"Exactly."

"You know who that sounds like?" Leo brought his coffee cup to his lips as Jungkook leaned forward.

"Who?"

"Me."

Jungkook rolled his eyes.

"You know what happened when I told him what you're telling him? He cussed me out, packed his things, left, and didn't talk to me for 5 years." Leo smirked as he took another sip from his coffee.

Jungkook groaned as he slammed his head on the table.

"I understand your fear, I really do completely. But back then, his heart was weaker than a newborn baby. He had episodes day after day. The thought of something as extreme as pregnancy terrified me. Not just me but my husband and his brother too. But son, he's a strong one. You should know that." Leo sat his cup down as Jungkook lifted his head so his chin was pressed into the table.

"He's strong and stubborn. Like an ox. Honestly like his damn father." Leo mumbled the last part but Jungkook heard it and chuckled to himself.

"Do you want another baby?"

Jungkook was quiet.

"Son," Leo called as Jungkook groaned out as he sat up.

"I would, yes."

"Then you only say no because of his heart?"

"Yeah." Jungkook took a large gulp of his coffee as Leo continued.

"If he isn't scared, why are you? He's your husband. Your mate. You're supposed to work together not against each other. He's been doing all he needs to make sure he'll be safe and yet you don't trust him."

"No, dad, it isn't that. It's just…" Jungkook looked down at the dark liquid beginning to cool in his cup.

"Just?"

"You know this. We work in a business of anything is possible. No matter how prepared we are, something can still go wrong. Expect the unexpected."

"Mhm."

"Even if he's doing all this research and going to all these checkups. Something could still go wrong."

"Hope for the best, prepare for the worse." Leo sighed as he stood up.

He placed his hand on the back of Jungkook's neck, his coffee cup in his other hand as he spoke lowly.

"Do you want to experience something new with your husband to keep both you and him happy or would you rather lose your stubborn husband?"

Jungkook closed his eyes with a slight exhale through his nose.

"Fine."

Leo smiled softly to himself.

"Good luck on the baby-making then."

"You don't get to just say that!" Jungkook slammed his head back on the table as Leo laughed hysterically leaving the dining area.

—

Jungkook tiredly slipped his shoes off and slid on the slippers at the door.

He made his way upstairs after putting his keys, bag, and coat down in his office. He went to open the door to his bedroom but the doorknob jerked.

It wouldn't budget.

He sighed as he pressed his forehead against the door. He knocked on it a few times before speaking.

"Jimin, open the door."

There was a slight movement behind the door before the door opened. The opened door revealed a messy Jimin. His hair was a mess and his bottom lip looked swollen and his eyes looked heavy. He was shaking slightly as he tried to fix the sweater he was wearing, which went all the way down to his naked midthigh.

"Jimin, are you okay?" Jungkook rushed to press his forehead against Jimin's.

"God! You're burning up!"

Jimin pushed Jungkook's hands away.

"I'm fine. I'm not sick calm down."

Jimin made his way back to the bed and sat down.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Jungkook frowned as he shut the door and went to sit next to his husband who ruffled his hair.

"Yeah, just chill out," Jimin grumbled as he moved away slightly from Jungkook.

Jungkook noticed and grabbed Jimin's arm and brought him closer. Jimin hissed as he pushed away from Jungkook. Jungkook pulled him into his lap. The alpha's arms wrapped around his omega's waist which keeps him secured in his lap.

"What were you doing?" Jungkook frowned, still worried.

"Nothing, shut up."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Let go."

Jungkook didn't believe him.

"Jimin, tell what's wrong."

"Nothing!"

"Jimin."

"Fine! I was pleasuring myself since I have no husband to do it for me!" Jimin huffed out.

Jungkook snorted out as he tried to hold back his laugh.

"Don't laugh at me fucker."

"Well, if you weren't so stubborn maybe you would have me."

"Fuck you, let me go." Jimin hissed.

Jungkook chuckled as he pulled Jimin's body closer to his body, burying his nose in his mate's neck.

"I'm not here to fight with you. I talked to dad and because you're so stubborn I've decided to give in."

"Huh?" Jimin's voice was small as his hands rested on Jungkook's shoulders as fists.

"Fine, Jimin. You win. Let's have a baby."

"Really?!" Jimin pulled back with a huge smile.

"Yeah, hun. Really." Jungkook had a small smile on his face.

"But do you actually want a baby?" Jimin frowned.

"Of course. I've always wanted five kids but not at the risk of your life. Since you're a stubborn little mule, I might as well." Jungkook sighed tiredly.

Jimin draped his arms over Jungkook's shoulders and pressed a thankful kiss onto his husband's lips.

He pulled back with a giggle.

"You can't take it back now."

"Oh, I know." Jungkook sighed, patting Jimin's thighs.

"Well, let's get to the baby-making!" Jimin pushed Jungkook down.

"Jimin—!"

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