"Jangmi, can I talk to you?" Barbara approaches me on the couch with a sad look on her face. "Of course, what's wrong?" I reply, looking at her with concern. She seems really down.

She sits herself down next to me. I notice her glancing at the bracelet Tae gifted me for Christmas. She looks up and meets my eyes, opening her mouth to speak.

"I know how you and Tae are close... Has he ever mentioned me to you? Spoke about me?" She asks, worry evident in her voice. "About what?" I ask her, feeling slightly confused.

"Nothing in particular, just anything. Has he ever talked about me, said anything nice or that he likes me?" She asks. "Well, we haven't spoken a lot recently as he's been busy. Is there something on your mind, Bab?"

"I don't know... I guess I'm just feeling insecure. He really went through a lot of effort for your gift." She points at my bracelet. "It's not like I was expecting some big, elaborate gift from him because we're not even dating. We've only been talking for a couple weeks. But I couldn't help feel a little jealous." She says, looking down at her hands.

"He still got you a nice gift." I say, gesturing towards the necklace she's wearing. She delicately places her finger over the necklace, deep in thought. "I feel like it doesn't have meaning behind it, like it's not special, though." She says.

"Aw come on... Don't feel like that. Like you said, you've only known each other a little while. I'm sure there will be plenty of times where you both can get closer." I say, trying to reassure her.

"I guess. I noticed Yoongi's reaction to your bracelet though. He didn't seem happy with it." She responds. I raise my eyebrow at her. "He hasn't said anything to me. If it bothered him I'm sure he would tell me." I say. "Of course, sorry I don't mean it in a bad way." She says shyly.

"It's okay. Have you spoken to Tae lately?" I ask her.

"Not really. Like you said he's busy so we haven't spoken for the last couple of days. I do kind of miss him, though." She says with a quiet voice.

"You'll see him soon, don't worry." I say, placing my arm around her for comfort.

"You're right. I still had a really nice Christmas. I spoke to Jungkook a lot actually, we've definitely gotten close; and he acts exactly the same in person as he does on TV. All of them do!" She squeals, looking up at me with a smile on her face.

I smile back. I love seeing Barbara happy, she's been through a lot with previous relationships. She has trust issues when it comes to new relationships, it takes her a long time to build trust and she gets really insecure. And I know Tae would never do anything to hurt anyone, he's as sweet as they come.

As Barbara and I are having a sweet heart to heart, Hyerin bursts into the room with a panicked look on her face, holding her pants. They're soaking wet at the crotch. "Jangmi!" She yells, panting heavily. I look at her confused for a couple seconds before I realise what's going on.

Hyerin's gone into labour.

I quickly jump to my feet and rush over to her, putting an arm around her back for support. "We need to take you to the hospital." I say in a calm tone. Barbara also comes to help, supporting her other side.

We help Hyerin out of the apartment and put her in the backseat of my car, heading for the hospital.

"Bab, can you call Jimin?" I ask her as I drive. 

"No! Don't, people will recognise him. Please." Hyerin says in between her heavy breaths. 

"What? Hyerin he should at least be there." I respond.

At this point Hyerin is in too much pain to argue. "Call him." I say bluntly, quickly glancing at Barbara sat in the passenger seat.

"Jimin? It's Barbara. Can you get to the hospital? Hyerin's gone into labour."

"Yeah, we're in the car with her on our way there now. Be quick."

"Alright, he's leaving now." She says after hanging up the phone.

We reach the hospital and rush Hyerin inside in a panic. They check her in and get her to a room immediately.

After a few minutes, we see Jimin run into the waiting room looking just as panicked as us. "Where is she? Is she okay?" He asks out of breath. 

"Yeah, she's fine. They've taken her to the ward. She'll probably want you there." I tell him, gesturing towards the front desk to talk to the receptionist.

Jimin's disguised himself as much as he can so people don't recognise him. He's wearing a mask with a baseball cap, wearing all black so to not stand out. It seems to be working.

Hyerin's POV.

I'm lying down on a hospital bed in the worst pain I've ever felt. The contractions are coming every 2 minutes, waves of indescribable pain that I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. I see Jimin run into the room.

"No, Jimin don't. Leave!" I yell, panting in between the words due to the increasing pain. 

"I'm not leaving, why would I?!" He responds, coming closer to the bed; holding my hand in his. As I feel another contraction, I squeeze his hand tightly, causing him to jolt up and cry out in pain. 

"Oh my God, you're going to break my hand!" He yells. 

"I'm sorry!" I scream as I feel the wave of pain reach it's peak. As the pain dies down, I catch my breath.

"Why don't you want me here?" He asks.

"Because this isn't our baby, Jimin. If we do ever start a family I want it to be special, for you to be my birthing partner, to support me. For it to be the first time. This just feels... sad." I say sincerely.

He leans forward and places a light kiss on my forehead. "Pabo." He says. "Even when we do have our own family it will be special, just like this one."

"When?" I ask him.

"Yes, when." He responds.

After a gruelling 9 hour labour, the baby is finally born. Jimin stayed by my side the entire time, letting me use him as a verbal and physical punching bag to help me cope with the pain.

His poor little hands are red and bruised.

The nurse approaches us with the baby wrapped in a blanket. "Do you want to know the sex?" She asks.

I think for a moment.

"Yes."

The nurse smiles at me. "He's a healthy baby boy." She says in a soft voice. "Would you like to hold him?"

I look at Jimin, he's smiling at me lovingly, before he turns to look at the nurse. "Can I hold him?" He asks. "Of course." She places him carefully in Jimin's arms, he looks like a natural.

I feel a tear run down my cheek as I watch Jimin interact with the baby. For a moment, we feel like a family. Like a real family.

"Take as much time as you need." The nurse says, before walking out of the room and giving us privacy. Jimin looks at me. 

"Do you want to hold him?"

I take a while to answer. I don't know. I don't know if I should have these moments with him as a goodbye, or distance myself so I don't get too attached. I don't want to regret anything...

I nod at him, slowly extending my arms out for Jimin to pass him to me. I hold him and pull him close to my chest, examining his features. I can already see Jimin in him.

"I can't do it." I say bluntly and extend my arms back out, gesturing for Jimin to take him. "He looks exactly like you, I don't want to fall in love with him, Jimin." I say, as I start to break down in tears. "I knew this was going to be hard, but I didn't realise it was this bad." I say, sobbing.

Jimin quickly places the baby down in the cot and lies down next to me on the small, empty space on the edge of the bed, cradling me in his arms. He pulls my head into his chest and wraps his arms around me as I cry into him.

"It's okay..." He whispers softly. We stay like this for a while until I calm down. I lift my head up and look behind Jimin at the cot. 

"I want to try again." I say, looking up at Jimin. He gets off the bed and scoops the baby into his arms, sitting back down on the bed and placing him in my arms gently.

I clear my mind. I look down at his beautiful little face, examining him again. This time, I feel... Happy. I feel content, knowing I did the right thing for this perfect little human being who is going to live a good life.

We spend the next 30 minutes with the baby, saying our goodbyes. The nurse enters the room asking us if we're ready. I nod at her. I look down at him in my arms once more, placing a kiss on his forehead. I smile at him, before passing him to the nurse, and I watch her walk out the door.

I love you.

I did the right thing.