Morning finds me still wide awake, staring at the ceiling as Jimin snores peacefully beside me. I would have gotten up ages ago, but after a frenzied night of lovemaking Jimin had wrapped his arms around me so tightly I couldn't move an inch. His arms are still trapping me to his mouth-watering chest.

Hopefully he wakes up soon. As the morning sun begins to ascend into the gold streaked sky, my bladder begins to protest. Nature is calling. But Jimin, completely oblivious to my torment, continues to slumber peacefully. Every time I so much as attempt to move he squeezes even tighter. If he squeezes any together I might actually pop.

The thought alone is unpleasant.

"Jimin!" I exclaim, wriggling in discomfort as his grips continues to increase in pressure.

"Don't wanna do it, " he mumbles, clearly still asleep.

And yet somehow his voice sounds conflicted.

"Please, don't make me do it, " he mutters again.

There is suddenly something very wet upon my cheek. With a little determination, and a lot of flexibility, I manage to angle my head upwards enough to see what's going on.

Jimin's brow is furrowed in either concentration or torment. I honestly couldn't tell you which. But the tears that leak from his eyes tell me that he is obviously experiencing a nightmare.

"Jimin, " I groan, exasperated.

I want to do the good thing, the right thing, and be supportive. Be cautious and allow him to sleep. 

But if I don't dash to the restroom now I'm literally not going to make it.

"Jimin!" I yell. At this point I'm beginning to grow frustrated. "I need to get up!"

I thank every deity I've ever heard of as his arms finally go slack around my now trembling frame. 

Like lightening, I am gone. It takes me all of zero seconds to reach the toilet and I sigh in bliss, so happy that I've managed to make it to the toilet.

"It truly is the little things," I mumble to myself.

Suddenly, the smoke detectors are going haywire. Their shrill cries fill the entire house and knock the wind right out of me. For a moment, I'm well and truly startled.

So startled in fact, that I jump, bruising my forehead upon the sturdy shelf directly above my porcelain throne. I can already tell, it's going to be a long day. I don't think I've ever finished my business so quickly.

The hallway is filled with thick tendrils of devilish smoke and the scent is like nothing I've ever smelled before as I dash towards the kitchen in pure panic.

I nearly choke on even thicker, more ominous looking smoke upon entering the kitchen. Only barely able to make out Namjoon's coughing form, lanky arms frantically trying to shoo the pollution away.

"What happened?" I yell, waving my own hand frantically before my face in an effort not to choke to death.

Apparently, fairies can be startled. And I seem to have startled Namjoon quite badly. One of his arms shoots to the side, hitting the pan from which the smoke is rising and sending it flying over my head.

I duck as it smacks the wall above me, groaning as it's sludge-like contents plop down and onto my person. I've never wanted to vomit more.

"I'm so sorry!" Namjoon yells between coughs. "I just wanted to make breakfast!"

I almost feel sorry for the poor guy. His face is frozen in a mix of pure embarrassment and discomfort. But also, somewhere in his expression is a resigned look. The kind of look that tells me this is a pretty common occurrence where Namjoon is involved.

Frantically, I open the window before dashing towards the front door to open that as well. I'm about ready to dash outside, but I remember that Jimin is still sleeping, and Namjoon doesn't seem to have made any efforts to leave the kitchen.

I double back, heading towards the bedroom first.

"Jimin! Wake up!" I screech, yelling at him and shaking him like a maniac.

The smoke is starting to drift into the bedroom at this point. Jimin wakes with a start, confused by all of the hullabaloo.

"What's going on?" He groans, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes nonchalantly. He doesn't even appear to notice the smoke.

"Namjoon tried to make breakfast!" I shout as I grab his arm and drag him from the bed.

"What?!" He shrieks in reply.

His tone of voice tells me that Namjoon probably shouldn't be anywhere near my kitchen for the foreseeable future.

I continue trying to pull the surprisingly heavy, sleep laden fairy along towards the kitchen. But, despite having opened the window and the door, the smoke only seems to be growing in intensity.

I begin to cough in earnest, unable to withstand it any longer. In a heartbeat I find myself in Jimin's arms. He lifts me as if I weigh nothing at all, and makes his way towards the front door.

"No!" I shout. "Namjoon's still in there!"

Jimin simply scoffs in response. "I'm not risking your life for his. He can take care of himself."

No matter how much I struggle, Jimin absolutely refuses to let me down. Even once we have crossed the threshold, exiting my home entirely, his grip doesn't slacken in the slightest.

"Jimin, let me go! We can't just leave Namjoon in there!" I shriek, hitting his sturdy chest with my open palms. It is clearly ineffectual.

Jimin sighs, annoyance seeping from his every gesture. He places me down gently upon my lawn and I attempt to follow him as he heads back inside. He's not having it even for a second.

"Stay, " he tells me firmly. "You have to worry about the baby, and yourself."

I blink owlishly. For a moment I'd completely forgotten about the pregnancy, and all of the issues between Jimin and I that need attention.

I watch as he dashes back into the house, wondering all the while.

Where do I go from here?