Chapter 32: When Realization Hits

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In a movie, the moment where flashbacks of a character's past are shown they're usually in another filter and dull. And the moment where a car accident is about to happen, they usually see it in slow motion. They can feel their heartbeat, see the flashing lights of another vehicle approaching, but their feet are frozen in the ground. That feeling, was happening right now. Jimin couldn't hear anything Taehyung was talking about with Doctor Kang; the sounds were muffled. He just felt how his best friend helped him walk to another room down the hall.

He didn't notice how Taehyung gave him something for his breath, he didn't notice the completely different hospital room he was in, he just stared down at himself and let his best friend help him change into a special gown. "Jimin, Doctor Shin will be here in a few minutes. Doctor Kang said she's free right now and she can examine you and... Yah-" He snapped his fingers in front of the writer's eyes.

"How? I just missed a pill for one day, I still kept taking them. T-Then..." Jimin's voice sounded lost when he looked up and saw his best friend's reddened nose and eyes. "Shh... I'm here. Don't say that. Let's wait for Doctor Shin."

Doctor Kang had referenced them to her fellow colleague who was an urogynecologists, Doctor Shin. The two men were currently inside her office waiting for her. The walls were full of images of the male and human reproductive organs named and there pictures of females and males during the pregnancy cycle. Well, male pregnancy was completely normal in the revolutionized world.

"I'm here! Are you Doctor Kang's patient?" A woman in her late fifties entered the room. "I'm Doctor Shin. Nice to meet you."

And as of this moment Park Jimin fell in love, completely terrified but he fell in love with what he saw. It was the look in his eyes, red and brimming with tears, and the emotional state he was in, but even if he was terrified, that look stared at a screen with nothing more than uprising love. He still couldn't believe it, not even when he got the results from the test two hours ago. It hadn't kicked in his system yet, but once he saw the video display screen with his eyes, he broke down again. His bent knees trembled on the examination table as well as his hands on Taehyung's hold. And his best friend was astonished. Acting and real life experiences kick completely different, sure he'd acted before for a scene like this once or twice in a drama or movie, but now. . . He cried with his best friend witnessing the moment where an innocent life was developing, a new life that happened because of a slip; but beautiful.

Doctor Shin pointed with her right index finger at the video display screen showing the ultrasound, her left hand moved the transducer over the writer's stomach for a better view of the waves. "If you look closely, there's a black space with the shape of a cucumber. Can you see it?" She noticed how emotional both males were and unconsciously smiled, loving her job. Jimin nodded with a sniff. "There's a small dot inside it. That's the developing embryo. Judging from the shape and since this is the first sonogram, I estimate you at your fourth week."

He was right. It was back then.

The love in Jimin's eyes didn't falter, although Jungkook's current state was unstable and even their whole relationship was almost falling apart, he wouldn't let it. And he now hoped that the new innocent life could potentially help him show his boyfriend, what love really is.

"Can you give us seven pictures?" After a long 30 minutes of examining, Jimin asked Doctor Shin with an astonished Taehyung staring at the screen, hoping for Hoseok and himself to be in the same position in the future (hopefully not longer than five years). "Of course! Seven right?" She began clicking some buttons in the screen and the writer nodded.

When changing back into his clothes, Jimin's phone ringed rather loudly. It startled him as well as Taehyung who looked at the ultrasound pictures with the same face as before. "Daddy shark, doo doo doo doo doo doo~ Daddy shark, doo doo doo doo doo doo~ Daddy shark~"

The caller ID made the writer gulp. "Don't answer him now Jimin. Let's wait until later, 'kay? Jungkook can wait." That's now Jimin turned off his phone and dressed up in his clothes.

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Frustration and anxiety can do many things to a man's mind. It's like an itch in your body you can't scratch off. No matter how hard and fast you try to scratch, in the end you're left with a red blemish in your skin with red dots. Well, Jungkook can't remember how many times he's scratched his head neither how red his right ear was. And now, he was exploding in his own bedroom without Jimin's presence. With nothing other than black sweatpants, he paced back and forth trying not to bite his nails.

"Fuck it. I'm going to call him." Jungkook dialed Jimin's number.

He wasn't picking up. He called again but instead, it didn't ring -straight to voicemail- yet he still tried.

Again.

Again

And, again.

"Park Jimin, leave a messa-" He hung up and threw the phone in his bed. "You know what Jimin? I don't need you for this. And just for not picking up, watch what you're missing on." He panted and gave in when his body kept heating up. He lowered the waistband of his black NSTK Line sweatpants and palmed his semi-hard member. Slowly downwards and then upwards, he left the slit intact yet wrapped his fingers around the glans and drew his hand back through the shaft. "Ah~" It was a relief for him.

Down his juicy muscular thighs, the sweatpants dropped on the floor and he sinked his right knee down the bed. He made himself comfortable on his bed. The sheet under his naked skin just made the heat of his body increase as well as sweat to begin to forming around his scalp within the roots of his long hair. "Oh fuck." He teased his glans moving his hand in a circular way to the right feeling the sensitive bundle of nerves awaken throughout his body. Next, he spread his legs apart and leaned down to grab his phone with his left hand, momentarily stopping his movements.

He saw himself in the screen and smirked

after placing the phone in front of him with a view of him in all his glory. The lust clouded his judgement the moment he pressed record with his left thumb. Noticing the now hard member resting against his abdomen, he looked over how he could see his balls and it excited him further. "Ah~" The actor leaned his head back against the pillows with his right hand once again moving in circular motions around his pink glans, leaving the slit intact.

He closed his eyes and parted his sinful wet moist lips to release a low moan when he grind his hips up to suddenly begin jerking down his shaft forcing the foreskin of his member down and then up to hide the reddening glans; but he still left the slit intact. And then down again, and then up again with no plans to stop.

"Jimin-ssi, I need you." He moaned louder and opened his eyes staring straight at his own reflection on the phone's screen. "I want you to touch me." It felt pure pleasure, and he grind his hips upward to meet the pace of his hand.

"AH~ My Jimin-ssi, answer me." An unexpected release of white pre-cum left the red slit and got entangled as lubricant down his shaft given the strong movements his hand was working.

"I miss you. Argh!" He groaned loudly and shifted forward when a wave of electricity jolted in his body making his thighs suddenly tremble, his right thumb hand began teasing his slit by pressing over the sensitive head.

And he lost it. Even if he didn't want to stop, he abruptly panted and grabbed the pillow his left hand gripped onto. The sweat dripped down his neck and he made use of the pillow. He turned around and pressed his erected shaft against the bedsheets and then lowered the pillow against it with pressure. Although it wasn't obviously warm, wet and good enough like the writer's insides he was addicted to, he still moved his hips against the pillow for friction. "Ah~" He literally fucked the pillow while thinking of Park Jimin. His balls disappeared below the white covers of the pillow with each thrust he made forward. And let's admit, which hormonal male or very sexually deprived male wouldn't do it -the masturbating part.

The sheets would soon get wet with spurting cum, and the video would've caught it all for Jungkook to send to his boyfriend for leaving him alone coughs -erm, ignoring him. But only if he really knew that his life has just changed completely and it wasn't going to end well with him; at least with how he was treating Jimin.

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"Namjoon, you burned our brownies!" Seokjin frustratedly chopped the burnt crust off the burnt brownies he had specially been cooking with his boyfriend. He was angry, but he won't admit he liked being depended on by his boyfriend when it came to things like cooking.

"It wasn't on purpose..." Namjoon ate a half-burnt brownie and scrunched his nose at the bitter taste it had.

"You still burnt them. Why didn't you follow my orders?" The vein around the professor's neck popped out. Okay, he was pissed. "I did!!" The younger exclaimed with a pout that lowered his bottom lip out and his dimples almost appeared in his cheeks. Now that pout made the professor's popped vein disappear. Namjoon's dimples were and always will be his weakness.

"Next time, you'll just mix the batter- No! Don't eat those, you'll get an upset stomach!" Seokjin panicked and took the burnt brownie out from his boyfriend's hold before he could eat more. "Let's bake more again. Come on, we both have the day off." The professor began throwing away all the burnt brownies with a pouty boyfriend. "I don't fit with cooking, driving- I just. . ." Namjoon observed his boyfriend clean and he sulked.

Seokjin stopped his movements and cleaned his hands before cupping his boyfriend's cheeks. "I love how you're you. You're my clumsy man. Don't say that Monie." He placed a peck on his boyfriend's lips and leaned back to add another statement. "Besides. . ."

"I love your. . . sexy brain."

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"Four weeks..." Jimin mumbled as he stood naked in his shower glancing down at his flat stomach with eyes filled with the newest emotion his heart developed. "I don't know what the future holds, all I know is that although you weren't planned. . ." He caressed his flat stomach with his hands to unconsciously smile with sorrow in his voice. "I will do everything in my power to make you happy. And, I will make Jungkook will see it too. I'm sorry if he won't see it right away."

Jimin lowered himself in his bed all freshened up from the shower, now he was conscious of all his movements. It felt like a butterfly fluttered its wings in his mind because from every experience he's had today, he couldn't keep it within himself, so he grabbed the Macbook Pro Air charging in his night stand with his phone (still turned off) and placed the laptop on his thighs as he sat against the headboard with crossed ankles stretched.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" Jimin shouted with reddened cheeks as soon as his phone turned on and he pressed on the video his boyfriend sent him. "I..." Out of all the things Jungkook could send him, he did not expect a video of him jerking off.

"Ah~" As far as his consciousness goes, he felt saddened that Jungkook only called him for that and just sent him a vi- "Jimin-ssi, I need you." Jimin admits he felt turned on. Scratch that, he was turned on. "I don't know how I deal with you Jungkook-ah." He observed how Jungkook stared at the screen with so much seductiveness in his eyes before moaning. "I want you to touch me."

Officially, Jimin's hormones are going wild and he found himself panting at the hot scene of Jungkook grinding his hips upward to meet the pace of his hand.

"AH~ My Jimin-ssi, answer me." The writer's member twitched within his underwear and it began to pain him soon enough. He wasn't being touched, but when he noticed Jungkook suddenly release white pre-cum left the red slit, he moaned lowly.

"I miss you. Argh!" Watching how Jungkook suddenly jerked forward with a groan, his stomach tensed up and he found himself exiting the video and dialing Jungkook's number.

"So now you call me!" Jungkook whined at the other end of the line, the whine finished with a pout. No one would believe that the man pouting over the phone was the same man who just sent him a video of himself jerking off.

"Do you have any idea of what you sent me?" Jimin's voice sounded breathless and he didn't know why he was acting like this but now he blamed it on something else. Maybe it's my hormones. Doctor Shin said I'll tend to look for sexual activity because of my hormones.

Jungkook seemed to chuckle at the other end and Jimin heard a door closing far at the other end. "Don't touch yourself until I'm there. Make an exception for today. I'm on my way to yours, Baby." Jimin wanted to answer No, but the words were caught up in his throat. He wanted to say many things that were in his mind, first he needed to share the news of his pregnancy but alas he couldn't (not now), second he didn't want to have more sex that could lead Jungkook on to continue to thinking 'love and fucking are the same' and third, he just spoke his mind. "Okay, but buy me mint chocolate ice cream before you arrive."

"I'll be sure to."

Until then, Jimin used his laptop to write the idea for a new book that popped in his head; maybe that could also help him teach Jungkook what love really is.

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