Orchids || Park Jimin

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Female!pregnant!reader
Reader is pregnant for about 5 months

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"Ah, but I want to know!"

"Jimin, no, I want it to be a secret! Even I don't know!"

"Why are you so excited about not wanting to know the gender of your unborn child?" Jimin kept on whining, not being able to realize how on earth could you not want to know if you were having a boy or a girl.

"Because," you excitedly clapped your hands, "it won't be the same! Imagine the thrill finding out! It's different than finding out before the baby is born!" Clinging onto Jimin's hand, you kissed his cheek, "Please?"

"But how are we gonna decorate the baby room? Blue? Pink? Rainbow colours?"

"Well you'll have time once it's born, won't you?" You teased.

"And leave you? By yourself? In a hospital? Not seeing my own child and being by the love of my life? No way." Realizing what he blurted out a blush tinted his cheeks and the tips of his ears, earning a giggle from you.

"And I love you too," saying that you pecked his lips.

"Stop being such a tease," Jimin whined once again and you flashed him a smile, "I'm serious, you know."

"Sure you are~"

"Jagiyaaaa"


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You opened your eyes as you woke from your sleep. It was still night, maybe around two or three in the morning, or so you concluded. Something didn't feel right.

Sitting up in your bed, you glanced at Jimin, his back turned to you, who seemed to sleep peacefully. Should you wake him?

Just a moment passed and you suddenly felt nauseous, and it worsened by the second.

"Jiminnie..." slightly shaking him, you quietly spoke his name once, twice, thrice. Finally waking him up, he flinched and before you knew it, he was sitting right beside you, as if he sensed you didn't wake him because of your sudden food cravings.

"Jagi, are you alright?" Worry in his voice was obvious.

"I'm just... not feeling very well. I feel like I'm gonna throw up any second now and my head hurts so bad."

"It's different than usual, isn't it?"

"...Yeah."

"Well then..." not finishing his sentence, he collected as many plastic bags as he could find (he mentally thanked everything he had a weird habit of keeping them) and gave them all to you.

"Hold on to them, you know what to do if you have to do it."

"Jimin, what..." the rest of your sentence was lost as he took you in his arms and carried you to your car, placing you carefully in the back seat.

"Ah, so the hospital it is then," you noted after he did so.

"Better safe than sorry, right?" He said as he sat in the driver's seat and turned on the car. "Besides," he turned to face you, "your health is super important you know?"

"Jiminnie..."

"Yeah?"

"Just tell me that-"

"There's no need, you'll be fine, both of you!" Gracing you with a smile, he turned back and started driving.


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Jimin had to struggle not to lose it. He was sitting in the waiting room for almost and hour. He kept staring at the wall in front of him, his fingers nervously tapping on the chair he was sitting on.

'What if,' he thought to himself, 'what if it's gonna happen all over again?' He shook his head. 'No, it can't be, it won't be!'

How much longer will he have to just wait and do nothing?

"Park Jimin?" A male voice called out for him and he got up in his feet, rushing towards the man.

"That's me."

"She's in here," he showed him to your room and put a hand on his shoulder. Jimin didn't like it one bit, the vibes that the doctor gave off.

Stepping into the room, his body froze. He felt his heart breaking in half. Seeing your face, wet from tears, made him hurt. He told you it'll be fine, and yet... The same scenario was playing all over again, neither had to say it, both of you knew.

He somehow made his feet move, and he sat beside the bed you were in. No words were spoken as he took your hand into his, there was no need. It would only make it worse after all.

Just as you were about to tell him he should go and rest, he beat you to it.

"Go and sleep, jagi, you need all the rest you can get, you know you exhausted yourself too much staying awake last time. Please."

Not saying a word, you nodded your head and tried to relax. But it was nearly impossible to do so, considering what you went through. Again at that.

Somehow you managed to fall asleep, only awakened by the sweet, familiar scent. You didn't even need to open your eyes, you knew. A faint smile found it's way to your lips.

"Jiminnie, you didn't have to-"

"I did, jagi, what else could I do?"

Sitting up, your eyes still closed, you breathed in the scent. Oh, how you loved it, how it calmed you.

Opening your eyes surprise got to you anyway. The room you were in was full of flowers, orchids, your favorites. You never expected that Jimin would go so far to basically leave no space on nightstands, actually anywhere vases could fit. How long have you been asleep that he managed to do all this for you, you could only wonder.

Jimin smiled to you as soon as your gaze met his, "So, I take it you like it?"

"I love it, I really do," was all you could say before tears started to fall.

Jimin's hand reflexively reached to you, wiping the tears away.

"J-jagi, don't cry-"

"But how could I not? It's the second time I failed, I-"

"It's not your fault," Jimin took your one hand, and cupped your cheek with the other, "How could a miscarriage be your fault? Jagi, listen to me; it isn't and never will be." The hand he cupped your cheek with was now stroking your hair gently, as if he was afraid he'd brake you in half if he touched you anywhere else.

"Did I ever do something to not deserve a child, Jiminie? Is it worth even trying again? I can't go through a heartbreak like this again. I... I..." You let your head fall down, so you faced the sheets you were in, feeling helpless, pathetic.

Jimin didn't know what to say. He never saw you so heartbroken, so weak. Never did he feel such a strong urge to protect you from all harm, from all the bad in this world.

"Third time's..." You softly spoke, "the charm? Or so they say..."

Jimin's eyes widened, "Jagi, are you sure? You just said..."

"One more time?"

"One more time." He slowly repeated your words. You reached for him and pulled him to yourself, hugging him. Jimin gave in your touch immediately, returning the hug, being just as gentle with you as he was moments ago.


{...}About a year and a half later{...}


A tired smile radiated off both of your faces. Panting, you felt Jimin's fingers intertwining with yours. Once again, you were in a hospital bed, but there was no way you could complain now.

"A girl, Jiminnie, a girl~!"

"You mean I have my own princess now?"

"Jimin, it's our princess."

"Yeah, ours." You could swear you never saw him smile like that, or that he was ever so happy. Neither ever thought those words would be spoken, after all you two have been through. It sounded so divine, so magical, almost like a dream.

"You were right, jagi."

"Hm? About what?"

"Third time's the charm."

"Oh, that. Who'd ever guess I'd be right~" your heart did hurt a little at the recall of the memory, but it was forgotten as soon as you were able to hold your baby girl.

Two orchids on the nightstand stood as a memory, as a memento, and two orchids would always be there in your home, your daughter only later finding out the meaning behind them.