✨WORTH KEEPING ✨ || JIKOOK

12.

JUNGKOOK POV

I fucking hate hearing him cry.

I don't even really know
why he is so upset. 

I don't think it's about the
money but there's no other
real reason for his depression.

Since our blowout in the
kitchen, Chef Coulier has reported better eating habits from Jimin but he still spends most of his time in his room
or out by the pool, just
staring out into space.

It's not healthy.

But there's nothing I can
do about it.

He's the professional, and he knows what his body needs.

And now that I'm all but
certain that isn't my alpha
son growing inside Jimin,
I just need to focus on
mourning the loss and
finding a distraction.

Which is why I'm spending all
my time in my office, trying to put together another land development deal with Joon while remotely managing two start-ups that need a shit-ton more guidance than I expected when I decided to fund them.

But nights are the hardest.

When we first confirmed Jimin was pregnant, I wanted to give his body time and space to grow the baby since the first month
is always the most precarious.

But I fully expected to be
fucking him again by month
two.

But after our bad news, I've barely said two words to him,
so sex has been out of the question.

At least, sex with Jimin
present in the room.

Every night, I do still jack
my cock to memories of
those few days of absolute
bliss I had with Jimin.

Even though I could use the image of his flat belly from
that first night.

I usually picture Jimin with
his small baby bump, riding my cock and begging for more.

And it looks like those
fantasies are the only sex I'm gonna have until things with
Jimin are more...solidified.

* * *

The drive back to the doctor's office is tense, to say the least.

Jimin offered to go alone but
it was a token gesture to give
me the out, He knew there
was no way I'd miss this.

Regardless of what the doctor has to say, I want to be there
to hear every word of it.

It's been a rough few weeks
but I think I'm mentally
prepared to face whatever happens.

And I want to make sure
there's no room for confusion
or misunderstanding.

All I need to know is if this
is my alpha pup or not.

Once we know that, Jimin
and I can figure out the next steps.

After I park the car and turn off the engine, Jimin and I both
just stare out the windshield, neither one of us anxious to
get out of the car.

"I'm sorry this isn't what
you wanted." Jimin's voice is quiet, and I can clearly hear
the resignation in it.

"Me too." I exhale loudly
and push open the door.

"Let's get this over with."

The office seems smaller this time than it did a month ago.

Nothing has changed but me
and my excitement level but
the walls feel like they're
closing in on me as the nurse walks us back to the exam
room.