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Jin

Scenario:Jungkook is a 32 year old korean boy who was a part of the disbanded group bts. Jungkook is currently eleven weeks pregnant with his girlfriend min's baby. Namjoon has 1 kid. Taehyung has 3 kids. Jimin has 1 kid. Jin is currently eleven weeks pregnant, also. Yoongi has 2 kids, and hobi has no kids. Jungkook is a boy and is the pregnant one who is eleven weeks
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Jungkook is a 32 year old korean boy who was a part of the disbanded group bts. Jungkook is currently eleven weeks pregnant with his girlfriend min's baby. Namjoon has 1 kid. Taehyung has 3 kids. Jimin has 1 kid. Jin is currently eleven weeks pregnant, also. Yoongi has 2 kids, and hobi has no kids. Jungkook is a boy and is the pregnant one who is eleven weeks

Jungkook

and protective. Jungkook is pregnant with his partner Min's baby. He struggles with the news, feeling anxious about the future and concerned about being a good parent. Despite initial fears, he decides to embrace fatherhood, focusing on providing a stable environment for the baby. Jungkook's relationship with his friends and family evolves as he prepares for his new role.

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Hobi

and grounded. Hobi maintains a close relationship with Jungkook despite their past shared living space ending badly. His presence in Jungkook's life brings warmth and familiarity, serving as a source of comfort during times of uncertainty. His enduring friendship highlights the depth of bonds within their group.

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Hyo Yun

and emotional. Hyo Yun ends her relationship with Jungkook due to career constraints. Her breakup marks a turning point for Jungkook, forcing him to confront his feelings and future plans. Despite the past, her memories continue to influence Jungkook, highlighting the complexity of past relationships and their impact on personal growth.

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I am Jungkook, a 32 year old korean boy who was part of the disbanded group BTS.
I'm eleven weeks pregnant with Min's baby.
I had just found out that I was pregnant, so I was still in shock and couldn't believe it.
I kept staring at the two pink lines on the pregnancy test.
Min stared at me, waiting for me to say something, but I was speechless and couldn't say anything.
After a while, I finally spoke up and said, "We need to get an ultrasound to confirm it."
Min nodded her head and said, "Of course, we will get an ultrasound. But we can't right now because it's late at night. We will get one tomorrow."
I sighed and said, "Okay…"
Min placed her hand on my forehead and said, "Are you feeling okay? You look kind of pale."
I took a deep breath and said, "I'm fine. I just need to lay down."
Min helped me onto our bed and covered me with a blanket.
She sat next to me and rubbed my hair, trying to comfort me.
After a while, I fell asleep.
The next morning, Min woke me up early and said, "It's time for our appointment. Let's go."
I got up and nodded my head.
We went to the hospital and got an ultrasound.
The doctor showed us the image of our baby inside my womb.
I couldn't believe it...
I was actually going to be a dad!
Jin
I sat at our usual corner booth, fidgeting with my water glass as Jin, Yoongi, and Hobi squeezed in around the table.
The ultrasound photo burned a hole in my jacket pocket, but I couldn't bring myself to pull it out yet.
The waitress came by and dropped off our usual orders - bibimbap for everyone except Hobi's kimchi stew.
We dug in, chatting about our daily lives.
Jin talked about his latest gaming session, while Yoongi shared some new music he'd been working on.
Hobi talked about his latest fashion finds, and I nodded along, barely registering their words.
My mind kept drifting back to this morning's hospital visit.
I couldn't believe I was actually pregnant.
"Kookie, you okay?"
Jin asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
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"Yeah, I'm fine," I said, forcing a smile.
"You seem a little...off," he said, studying me closely.
I sighed and pulled out the ultrasound photo from my pocket.
"Guys, I'm going to be a dad," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
Yoongi's eyes widened as he leaned in closer, "Wait, are you serious? With Min?"
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Hobi nearly dropped his chopsticks, "This is huge, Kookie! How are you feeling about it?"
Back at home after lunch, I sat on the couch staring at the ultrasound photo again.
Min was in the kitchen, making dinner.
My hand unconsciously went to my still-flat stomach.
I couldn't believe there was a tiny life growing inside me.
The doctor said it was only the size of a fig right now, but I could hardly wrap my head around that concept.
I stood up and walked over to the full-length mirror in our bedroom.
Pulling up my shirt, I examined my abdomen, looking for any signs of change.
At first glance, it all looked normal.
But then I noticed the faintest hint of a curve that hadn't been there before.
Was that really my baby?
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I couldn't help but touch the area gently, trying to feel any movement, any sign of life within me.
"Kookie, dinner's ready," Min called from the kitchen.
I hesitated for a moment before turning away from the mirror.
Walking back to the kitchen, I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness brewing inside me.
I didn't know how to process everything happening so quickly. As we sat down to eat, Min smiled warmly at me, her eyes sparkling with love and adoration.
"Hey," she said softly, reaching out to take my hand.
"You seem a little...distracted. Is everything okay?"
I nodded, trying to reassure her that everything was fine, but deep down, I was still grappling with my own emotions.
I decided to be honest with her because I knew she would understand me better than anyone else would.
"Min," I said gently, looking into her eyes, "Do you think it's strange that I'm the one carrying our baby? Not you?"
She paused for a moment before responding.
Her expression shifted from curiosity to understanding.
"Oh," she said softly, "You mean because traditionally, women are the ones who get pregnant?"
I nodded slowly, unsure of how to articulate my feelings. Min stood up from her seat and walked behind me, wrapping her arms around me from behind as we both looked at my abdomen in the reflection of the window glass in front of us. "It's not about who gets pregnant," she said tenderly, resting her hand on my stomach just like I had done earlier.
"It's about our love for each other and the miracle growing inside you. That's what truly matters."
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I felt a wave of relief wash over me, grateful for her unwavering support.
"But what if people don't understand?" I asked, my voice tinged with worry.
Min squeezed me tighter, whispering, "Then we'll show them what love really looks like."
I sat at our usual corner booth in the diner, squeezed between Yoongi and Jin while Hobi faced us across the table.
The smell of grilled meat wafted through the air, making my stomach turn slightly.
I pushed my barely-touched bulgogi aside, my appetite suddenly gone.
Jin noticed and slid his water glass toward me, concern etched on his face.
"Kookie, you okay?"
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"I'm fine," I said, forcing a smile.
"Just not feeling too well today."
Yoongi leaned in closer, "You know, I saw you yesterday on the street. You practically jumped away and covered your stomach when that businessman rushed past you."
I glanced down, realizing that both my hands were resting protectively over my lower abdomen.
I walk cautiously through the crowded Seoul streets, flinching each time someone brushes past me.
My hands instinctively shield my stomach when a delivery cyclist zooms by too close.
At the crosswalk, I step back from the curb, worried the exhaust fumes from idling cars might harm the baby.
A group of rowdy teenagers bumps into me while taking selfies, and I feel my heart race.
Reaching the cafe where I'm meeting Min, I choose a seat far from the kitchen, paranoid about the strong cooking smells.
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When Min arrives, she notices how I've arranged the chair cushions to protect my abdomen.
"You're really on edge, aren't you?" Min asked gently, taking a seat across from me.
I nodded, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I just can't help it; everything feels like a threat right now."
Min reached across the table and took my hand. "It's okay to be protective, Kookie. But remember, you're not alone in this."
I sit on our bed, hands pressed against my stomach as Min walks in from her shower, a towel wrapped around her.
She notices my tense posture and sits beside me, still damp from the water.
"Kookie, what's wrong?" she asks softly.
"I've been avoiding the subway because I'm scared of getting jostled. I've been declining lunch invites to busy restaurants," I confess, my voice trembling.
"And I've even been researching padding for my stomach."
Min takes my hands away from my belly and places them in her lap.
"Listen to me," she says gently.
"Our baby is safe inside you. It's cushioned in amniotic fluid, like it's floating in a pool."
I start to argue, but she places my palm flat against my abdomen.
"Feel how firm it is? That's because your muscles are protecting our baby." I pull my hand away, still unsure.
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Min sighs and pulls me into a hug.
"We'll be fine," she whispers into my ear.
"But promise me you won't let fear control you."
The next day, Min suggests we go shopping at the mall for some maternity clothes.
I hesitate, imagining the crowded corridors and noisy stores.
"Are you sure?" I ask anxiously.
Min nods, "We'll take it slow. And if it gets too much, we'll leave."
As we enter the mall, I cling to Min's arm, my eyes scanning the bustling crowd.
"See?" Min says reassuringly, "It's not so bad once you're here."
I nod, trying to believe her words.
Jin
Exhausted from our mall excursion, I sink into the passenger seat of Min's car.
The afternoon sun warms my face through the window as Min adjusts the air conditioning to a comfortable temperature.
My muscles ache from tensing up around strangers all day, but I managed to find some loose-fitting shirts that will work for now.
The gentle hum of the engine and Min's careful driving lulls me into drowsiness.
Without thinking, I wrap my arm protectively around my stomach, cradling the small bump that holds our fig-sized baby.
Jin
Min glances over at me, a soft smile playing on her lips.
"You did great today," she says, her voice filled with pride.
I sigh, a mix of relief and lingering anxiety in my chest. "I just hope I can keep this up for the next few months."
I wake up feeling heavier than usual, like my body is weighed down by an invisible force.
I drag myself out of bed and shuffle to the bathroom, my movements sluggish.
I stand in front of the mirror and pull up my oversized sleep shirt, revealing my stomach.
The changes are undeniable now - my once-flat abdomen has transformed into a soft, rounded curve.
My abs have disappeared under a layer of what looks like belly fat.
Jin
I poke at the flesh, watching it give slightly under my finger.
Min walks into the bathroom and catches me examining myself.
She reaches around to place her hands on my stomach, but I step away, uncomfortable with how different my body feels.
I sit at our kitchen table picking at my breakfast, feeling queasy from the smell of Min's coffee.
She sits across from me, her head tilted to the side as she studies me thoughtfully.
I reach for my water glass and, as I lift it to my lips, the morning sunlight streaming through our window catches my face.
Min suddenly stops mid-sip, her eyes widening as she stares at me.
"You're glowing," she says softly.
Jin
I pause, fork hovering over my plate, and stare at her in confusion.
The word feels wrong - glowing is for expectant mothers, not for someone like me.
I sit at our kitchen counter picking at my breakfast while Min makes her morning coffee.
The smell of the coffee wafts through the air, turning my stomach.
I slide my chair back, trying to escape the smell.
Min pauses mid-pour, her eyes locked on my face.
The morning light streams through the window, illuminating my features.
"You have that pregnancy glow," she says softly.
I drop my spoon with a clatter, the sound echoing in the quiet kitchen.
I push away from the table and hurry to the bathroom mirror.
I study my reflection, searching for any signs of change.
And then I see it - my skin looks different, clearer and almost luminous in the morning light.
Jin
But seeing this traditionally feminine trait on my face makes me grip the edge of the sink hard.
Min appears in the doorway, concern etched on her face.
"Is it really that unsettling?" she asks gently, stepping closer.
I nod, my voice barely a whisper. "It's like I'm becoming someone I don't recognize."
I stand there, gripping the edges of the sink as I study my reflection.
My skin looks dewy, almost radiant, and my features seem softer somehow.
Min hovers in the doorway, watching me with a mix of concern and understanding.
I reach up a trembling hand to trace the lines of my face, feeling the subtle changes.
"Why is the baby making me look this way?"
Jin
I ask, my voice cracking.
The masculine angles of my jaw seem less defined, and there's a fullness to my cheeks that wasn't there before.
Min steps closer, her voice gentle.
"It's the hormones. They can cause changes in your skin."
I sit on our living room couch, still feeling unsettled about the changes in my appearance.
Min suggests watching SpongeBob to lighten the mood.
The familiar yellow character appears on screen, but I'm distracted by the slight movement I feel in my stomach.
Without thinking, I reach for Min's hand and place it on my curved belly.
"Will you rub and love on our baby?"
Jin
I ask quietly, needing her touch to ground me.
She smiles, gently circling her palm over my stomach while SpongeBob's laughter fills the room.
In that moment, I realize I'm not just changing—I'm evolving.
I sit on our living room floor, surrounded by a stack of pregnancy books and my phone open to various baby websites.
Earlier today, I felt those first flutters, and now I want to learn everything about fetal movement.
Min points to a timeline in one of the books, showing when to expect real kicks.
I count the weeks on my fingers—twenty weeks.
That's still nine weeks away.
"Did you feel it again?"
Min asks softly.
I shake my head, feeling a twinge of disappointment.
She smiles reassuringly.
"Let's start a pregnancy journal. We can track these moments."
"That's a great idea," I reply, feeling a spark of excitement.
Min picks up a notebook from the coffee table and hands it to me.
"Write down everything you feel, even the smallest flutters," she encourages.
I scroll through my phone while resting on the couch, one hand absently rubbing my eleven-week bump.
The group chat notification pings, and I open it to find a photo from Jimin.
He's standing sideways in his bathroom mirror, shirt lifted to show his flat stomach with a slight curve.
The caption reads "5 weeks!" with baby emojis.
My thumb hovers over the screen, unsure how to respond.
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Min notices my hesitation and peers at my phone.
"Let's celebrate every step, no matter how small," she whispers, her eyes full of warmth.
I stare at my phone screen, reading the message from Jimin.
"Hey, I'm having really bad morning sickness. Do you know any remedies?"
His words echo in my mind, and I remember my own recent struggles with nausea.
My thumb hovers over the keyboard as memories flood back.
I had been prescribed anti-nausea pills by my doctor, but I barely touched them.
The fear of harming the baby had always lingered in my thoughts.
Min notices my concerned expression and asks what's wrong.
I show her Jimin's message, and she nods understandingly.
I type a response, offering him the unused medication that I had kept hidden away.
"The doctor said it's safe to take," I explain in the message.
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Jimin responds quickly, accepting my offer.
I get up from the couch and open the medicine cabinet, carefully retrieving the prescription bottle.
I pack the pills into a small bag, making sure to include the dosage instructions.
I pick at my fries, listening as Jimin suggests having a sleepover at his place tonight.
The diner booth feels a bit cramped with all of us, the clatter of plates and the chatter of voices mingling in the air.
My hand instinctively moves to my stomach, thinking about how it might feel sleeping on an unfamiliar floor.
Jin notices my hesitation and asks if everything is okay.
I admit that I'm worried about being uncomfortable and dealing with morning sickness in the morning.
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Jimin quickly offers his bed, saying he completely understands.
The others nod in agreement, and Hobi mentions bringing extra pillows.
Despite my initial reservations, I find myself saying yes.
The decision feels right, a small step towards embracing the changes ahead.
I sit with Jimin at our usual cafe spot, both of us nursing ginger teas instead of our former favorite americanos.
He sips slowly, his eyes occasionally widening as he battles waves of nausea.
I watch him, remembering my own early weeks and the constant struggle to keep anything down.
Suddenly, he rushes to the bathroom, and I follow, holding his hair back just like Min had done for me.
When we return to our table, I share my experience with morning sickness remedies.
Jin
I tell him about keeping crackers by my bedside and eating them as soon as I wake up.
I explain that I had to eat something every two hours to avoid feeling sick.
I also share how I had to sleep with my head slightly elevated and a pillow between my knees to alleviate any discomfort.
Jimin listens intently, his face pale but grateful for any advice that might help.