Do you guys think Taelo's baby will be a boy, girl, or twins?? Leave your thoughts~
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I'm starting this part with a bonus scene that wasn't originally here, but I thought you'd be curious to see the perspective.
💜 anywho, enjoy and vote! 💜

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"Left!"

In unison with the line of inmates, Taehyung turns to display his side profile to the camera before it flashes. A small sigh pulls at his shoulders, already tired of this.

"Centre!" The command causes them to turn face ways. Taehyung's eyes glare into the camera blankly with a tilted head.

He slowly looks at his neighbours left and right... Intaking the fact that he's one of them now. From the tall 7 foot brutes with face scars and tattoos, to the skinny and dishevelled drug addicts.

"#30673628! I said raise your number!"

The microphone snaps at Taehyung's attention, not recognising the number he had been assigned to. He rolls his eyes and raises the plate with one hand before the camera shoots.

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Taehyung is pushed harshly through the gated door by one of the guards before there's a large slam. The recess room is dull, stone, and filled with inmates. Scary ones, crazy ones, weird ones and the silent but deadly ones.

He goes to sit by himself in the corner with a foot on the table, quietly munching on the chocolate bread he snuck in.

"Whoa... This must be the rich boy!" A man with face tattoos and a silver tooth approaches him.

"Shouldn't you be in the female ward? There's no way that face belongs to a man."

Taehyung keeps his gaze on the wall and eats his snack as if nobody were there.

"Yo," He clicks, "Look at me when I'm talking to you punk. I don't ask twice..."

Tae notices the small screwdriver in his hand, looking straight again with a blank expression.

"Don't touch me, and I won't touch you."

He laughs, "You think you could ever touch me?! Ayo Hammer! Sickle!" The thug calls over two friends, both buff and drenched in tattoos.

Taehyung just watches calmly as the three men close in on him, the other inmates around them now watching with intrigue.

"Let's say we teach princess here some respect?"

Taehyung's eyes follow the goon's hand calmly as he goes to reach his shoulder. The second he touches it, Taehyung shoves his hand off and throws a hard punch, his chair flying back and table flipping over. The surrounding inmates form a roar of cheers and yells as Taehyung fights the group of men off.

"Hey! Hey hey hey!!" Whistles blast when a swarm of police officers rush in. One of them grabs Taehyung by the arm harshly and pulls him away from the thug who lies on the floor with a broken jaw.

"What do you animals think you're doing?!" Taehyung just rolls his eyes as he's dragged out.

"Starting fights on your first day? You're going back to your cell."

"Good. I don't care."

"Well guess what?" The officer pushes him back into his room and puts a hand on his hip.

"If you want to return to your family, you've gotta be on your best behaviour. They're watching you in here. The more trouble you cause, the longer you're in here Kim... Think about it."

The officer leaves after shutting the door, making Taehyung think to himself and sigh in defeat.

—8 MONTHS LATER—
—AUTHOR'S POV—

"GGGAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

Jungkook, Winter, a healed Jimin and a recovered Chrys nervously sit in the waiting room as Lilo's screams blare from the delivery room, all wearing pyjamas.

"Ugh, pick up already..." Winter impatiently matters against her phone. "Those contractions are getting closer together."

"Why did she have to go into labor now of all times? Can't she hold it in longer?" Jungkook throws his head back stressfully. Winter just gives him a blank scowl.

After only two minutes, Hoseok steps out of the delivery room with his hands on his hips and a heavy exhale.

"You do NOT wanna go in there. That girl's in some serious distress."

"How far apart are the contractions?"

To answer Jimin's question, another one of Lilo's screams siren, causing Hoseok to pinched his eyes shut.

"Wait so who's in there with her now?" Winter asks.

"Uh..."

"You can't leave her in there alone! Go back."

"ME? I've already been! You're a girl, why don't you go?"

"Because I'm the one calling Mina and you're not allowed phones in the delivery room."

"Well why can't Chrys go?"

"Gross, I don't like babies." Chrys files her nails.

"Well I'm not going back in there. Pregnant women are like... Like the scary demonic beings ready to suck the life force out of you when they're mad." He plays with his fingers agitatedly. "I love Lilo but I don't know if I can be in there when she delivers that baby."

Winter looks at Jungkook who widens his eyes and gulps fearfully. She immediately starts pushing him in.

"Whoa whoa whoa! You said I'd just be the photographer!"

"Well guess what? Mina is her breathing coach and if she doesn't get here on time, one of US has to go in. So suck it up and go comfort her."

"Fine." Jungkook huffs, grabbing an innocent Jimin by the arm and pulling him along.

"—Whoa, hold on!"

"There's no way I'm going in alone bro. You're coming too." The younger states before they both disappear behind the curtain.

Hoseok collapses on the couch between Winter and Chrys with a sigh.

"Let's agree to never have kids."

"Yup."

"Agreed."

After only ten seconds, Jungkook and Jimin are back out.

"Wh— What the hell was that?! Why are you out already?!"

"We're scared! I can't see a woman's vagina rip open Win... I'm a guy! I won't unsee it!"

"You guys are unbelievable. You don't have to stick your head between her thighs, just hold her hand and help her breathe while as pushes the baby out! What's so hard about that?"

"Easy for you to say. I don't see you girls doing anything."

Chrys puts down her nail filer and squints at Jimin like he just hit a baby.

"Jimin, I didn't know you hated Lilo."

"What? No I—"

"You sound like you hate her guts."

"I don't hate her!"

"If you didn't hate her, you'd go in there and help her deliver that baby, right?"

Jungkook pushes Jimin's chest back, "Don't fall for it bro, she's using reverse psychology. It's what women do."

Just then, a fairly young doctor joins them all in the waiting room with a steamy mug of coffee in hand.

"Hi there, you must all be Lilo's friends. Just to let you know, she's getting fairly close. You could be expecting the baby at any minute. Has her breathing coach arrived?"

"No, I'm calling her now because these idiots are too scared to go in." Winter points lazily.

"Ah, I know you're nervous— heck we're all nervous. This'll be my first delivery." He sips his coffee casually, not acknowledging everyone's bulging eyes.

"WHAT?"

"Don't get me wrong, I have a pretty good idea of what I'm doing. I've done a ton of reading and saw most of a video."

"Most of a video?"

"You are so not helping." Chrys blinks.

The doctor winks with a click and walks off, leaving Winter to sigh. "Jungkook, just go in."

"No—!"

"Urgh, go in and I'll make it up to you tonight."

"I'll do it." He stands confidently.

"Do you know what to do?"

"Uh..."

"Okay dude, pretend I'm Lilo." Jimin lays on hid back after stuffing a hoodie up his shirt, his hands on his stomach and cheeks pacing breaths.

"Owwww I'm having a babyyyy. Jungkook, helllp!"

"You sound like a country girl." Chrys's lips purse.

"I'm getting into character. Owww Jungkook!"

"Ok um—" He gets on his knees and holds Jimin's hand.

"Just uh... You know, breathe in and out—"

"WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M DOING IDIOT?! Ahhhh it hurrtsss!"

Hoseok laughs at Jimin's feminine whines and Jungkook's panicked expression, but Winter merely rolls her eyes.

"Would you two stop goofing around? Our friend is about to give birth, this is serious."

"OKAY I'M HERE! I'M HERE!" Mina charges through the door with Jin.

"Oh thank fuck." Winter exhales with a hand on her forehead. Jungkook suddenly whips Jimin an open smile before the two are hugging each other like they'd just won the lottery.

"Where's Lilo?!"

"In there." Hoseok points.

"I'll see you later." Mina gives her fiancée a brief kiss before running into the room alone. As Jin goes to join the others, he raises his eyebrow at Jimin's stuffed 'pregnancy' belly.

"Don't ask."

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—LILO'S POV—

"Lilo?! Lilo I'm here!"

Mina runs to my side to find me breathing inconsistently with panic, instantly holding my hand and influencing me to slow down.

"Breathe girl... Nice and slow..."

I was already crying, but the relief of her sudden arrival makes me break down even more.

"Mina I-I'm freaking out... I-I don't know if I can do this..."

"You can and you will. I'm right here, okay? And look what I've got!" She draws out a suitcase.

"It's my emergency makeup kit! Let me just touch you up—"

"MINA!!" I smack the brush from her hand, my anxiety flaring up again.

"I'M ABOUT TO PUSH A BABY OUT AND ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS MY— AEEEUGYUHGHHHHHHHHH!!" My head swings back and fist squeezes hers when another contraction pulses through my body.

"Okay okay I'm sorry! No makeup, see? All gone." She throws it behind her.

After calming down, I look at her with a frown and sigh.

"I'm not mad at you Mi, I'm just... I-I'm so fucking scared... What if I die on this hospital bed? Oh God... W-what if the birth goes wrong and I lose too much blood? What if I'm not cut out for this?! I'm nowhere as mature as Taehyung, I-I......"

Just speaking his name brings tears to my eyes, to the point where all I see is blobs.

"I want Taehyung... I want him here..." I whimper with trembling lips.

With a gentle smile, she strokes my hair. "I know hun. But you have to stay strong. Whether Taehyung's here or not, in the next few minutes you'll have a beautiful newborn baby in your arms. You can do this. I believe in you."

The midwife and nurse return to the foot of my bed with all the needed equipment. Just looking at the whole setup has my breath hitched, only now taking in the fact that it's time.

"We'll need to get the baby out through this last contraction. Are you ready?"

I slowly look towards Mina who holds my hand. "It's now or never. Ready to meet this boy or girl?"

Her smile is instantly reassuring. I come to a slow nod and sink into the bed, bracing myself with spread feet.

"Okay. I'll need you to push in three..... two....... One!"

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—AUTOR'S POV—

"You think she's popped yet?" Jungkook and Jimin play Rock Paper Scissors.

"I don't hear anyth—"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOD THIS FUCKING HURTSSSUUUAAAHHHHHHGHHHHHH!"

"Keep pushing Lilo! I'll get you something stronger to hold—DAHHGHH!!" Lilo grips her hand tight, sinking her nails into her skin and practically crushing her bones one by one. Mina's mouth stretches wide as she silently screams.

Everyone in the waiting room freezes before slowly exchanging wide eyes, meanwhile Chrys lowers her magazine and cringes at the sound.

After a long parade of screaming... The room finally falls silent.

Everyone stares into space with open ears, until the wail of a baby's cry fills the air.

"YES!" They all hug and high-five, laughing with relief.

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—LILO'S POV—
4'OCLOCK AM

...I can't stop staring at the captivating baby boy laying on my chest. It's like I'm under his oblivious little spell. He has his dad's long eyes that curtain long, fluttery lashes, and perfect nose that has an identical mole at the bulb. He has my lips that are shorter and fuller, and skin tone that is slightly more tan than Taehyung's, but his chin is short and petite just like his father's.

My son... He's so beautiful. Healthy and beautiful. More beautiful than I could've imagined. Holding a literal angel in my very arms... I feel so blessed.

Everyone compliments his appearance and awes around me, Jimin specifically gazing at the baby's enchanting features since he likes kids the most. I chuckle and raise him.

"Would you like to hold him?"

"Sure." Jimin takes my sleeping son carefully in his arms. I turn when Mina strokes my hair.

"How ya' feeling?"

"...Like I just pushed ten watermelons out of my vagina." I laugh.

Winter tilts her head at the baby also. "Aren't you adorable..."

Jungkook immediately hovers over her shoulder with a grin.

"Since you find babies cute, how about we—"

"Not in this lifetime." Winter coos in a sarcastic baby voice, stroking the baby's chin with her finger.

Jimin stares at the baby in his arms with so much delicacy. It's like he's looking at a mini-version of his best friend.

"Look at you... So handsome already."
Jimin coos, his smile so wide that his eyes have disappeared. "Your aunty Teddy would have loved you..."

"Yo Chrys, check out the baby." Hoseok calls out. Chrys remains at a distance with crossed arms.

"Oh come on, he won't barf on you. You can come closer." I scoff playfully.

A strained grumble hums through Chrys's closed lips as she drags her feet closer to us. With a scrunched nose, she finally hovers over the baby.

It's as if a light had suddenly shun on her, because her uncomfortable expression is suddenly much lighter with raised brows.

"Whoa. He's... Beautiful. Almost as beautiful as me." She says, shocked.

"Ghee, thanks."

*Knock knock*

Somebody knocks against the door, only running confusion through myself and the others. My brows lower at their footsteps, but I'm taken back with shock when the person enters with their hat to their chest.

"I know I wasn't invited but... I wanted to see if the baby came safe." Yoongi bows slightly.

A comfortable smile makes its way to my lips. I'm actually thankful he showed up. If it wasn't for him, we might have not got such lenient convictions.

"Of course. And... I'm sorry about your suspension, Officer Min."

"Don't feel bad. It was the right thing to do."

"Oh guys! It's picture time!" Jungkook hurries to the end of the bed with his camera, placing it on a cabinet and setting the timer.

"I wanna start collecting photos and video to put in my golden closet journal. This'll make the perfect first page."

"It's starting!" Once the light starts beeping, he quickly hurries back and poses along with everyone else. Mina, Jin, Hoseok and Yoongi stand on my right, Hobi shining his bright smile while pointing at me, Jin creating a heart with each hand, Yoongi giving a gummy smile and Mina leaning the closest to me with a joyful laugh and peace sign while Jimin, Chrys, Winer and Jungkook guard my other side. Jimin gives his signature squinty-eyed smile and rosy cheeks with Chrys leaning on his chest to fit into the frame. Winter grins calmly at the camera while Jungkook wears a big, bright bunny smile beneath long bangs, one arm thrown around Winter's shoulder and the other throwing a peace sign. And in the middle... In the middle lie me and my baby.

"Everybody say Taehyung!"

"Taehyungggg!"

The camera snaps, making everyone unfreeze as Jungkook goes to retrieve the film.

"So are you finally gonna tell us what you and Taehyung agreed to name him?" Jin pokes my arm like a kid.

"Yeah, I can't wait any longer! Spill already!" Mina tugs it.

"Okay okay!" I chuckle.

My finger tugs ever-so-gently on the blanket shielding my baby's pouty lips. I beam bright, letting his precious name slip off my tongue for the very first time...

"His name is Taesun."

—ONE+ YEARS LATER—

"WAHHHHHHHHHH!!"

"Shhh... Shhh... Baby please stop." I bounce Taesun lightly, but he only screams louder.

The microwave finally dings and my eyes roll back with relief. I open it and try my best to screw the bottle lid on with one hand.

"Look baby, milk's ready—"

"WAHHHHH!!" He instantly smacks it out of my hand, splashing hot milk all over my face and clothes.

"Taetae, I can't understand you if you're just gonna scream."

The doorbell rings and I loudly groan at the timing. Juggling the crying infant in my arms, I make my way to the door and open it.

"Whoa, someone's throwing a tantrum." Hoseok's eyebrows raise.

"He won't stop crying, I think it's the teething. W-what are you doing here?"

"Thought you might need some company. Here, give him to me."

"Oh Hoseok that's alright. You don't have to—"

"For the hundredth time, I don't mind." He chuckles, inviting himself inside and taking Taesun in his arms. "Alright lil Tae, let's get you calmed down."

"...Thanks Hobi."

This is the second time this week Hoseok's stopped by to help with Taesun. I know he's just being a good friend, but I can't help feel guilty. It used to be Mina who visited, but she's currently on her honeymoon with Jin. I don't want to be the mother who can't handle even her own kid an inconveniences others.

"Where's his pacifier?"

"He threw it up there but I can't reach." I point above the cabinets. "Ah, I've got it." Hoseok tiptoes with Taesun in one arm before rinsing the pacifier and plopping it in his mouth.

He finally stops crying and wraps his arms around Hoseok's neck, resting his head on his shoulder and letting his long eyelashes flutter shut.

"Thank God that's over." He laughs.

"You're a lifesaver, honestly."

"Maybe he needs some fresh air. When's the last time you took him to the park?"

"Hoseok, you know I don't like taking him out. It's too uncomfortable. All those people snapping pictures of him and staring..."

"I know, but he can't live in hiding forever. You know how suffocating that can be, it's best to use your freedom while you have it. Some people aren't as lucky."

"I know..."

To disrupt the finally peaceful atmosphere, the livingroom telephone rings loudly. I expected Taesun to burst out crying again, but he doesn't. I look at the clock to check the time.

1:30pm. Taehyung's calling hour.

It's weird, no matter what mood Taesun is in, he suddenly cheers up when his dad calls, as if already knowing the weekly schedule.

We don't get long on the phone, but he seems to anticipate the calls just as much as me.

"Dadda." Taesun reaches his arms out with opening and closing fists. Hoseok places him down and we both watch as he cutely wobbles towards the phone that too high for his reach. "Dadda! Dadda!"

"You wanna speak to Dadda?" I sit on my knees and place him on my lap. Hoseok chuckles and enters the kitchen to clean up while I answer the phone and hand it to Taesun.

"Dadda ah bubba bboodababgggg.." His babbles muffle when he sticks the phone in his drooly mouth and nibbles on it.

"Gross! No more phone for you." I laugh, wiping the phone against my shirt before holding it to my ear.

"Did you hear that?"

"I did." Taehyung chuckles over the line. "He said Dadda."

"I may or may not talk about you a lot." I admit with Taesun cooing in the background.

Turning to a more serious tone, I sigh and slack my shoulders. "How are you? The inmates aren't giving you hell are they?"

"Nah, besides them hitting on me, things calmed down after the first week. And since I've been well behaved, they could be moving me down the D class soon, and you know what that means."

"Home visits." I beam bright. Prison's rank the danger of each inmate from classes A—D: A being the most violent and C being very low risk. Once you make it to D, you're allowed home visits once a month.

I've been writing lots of letters to the judge requesting it too. Since Taehyung got such a lenient sentence, we're not allowed to visit him as a consequence. The court said if I wanted regularly visits, they'd hold him for 12 years instead.

"Right. Enough about me though, how are you and my little baby bear? Anything happened lately? Has he started walking yet? Fill me in, I want to know everything."

I lips stretch from ear the ear, excited to update Taehyung on everything our baby has accomplished: from babbling his first four words to holding his own bottle, even taking his first m steps and singing to his favorite show, Apanman.

"Well on Monday, Taesun had his first—"

"Kim." A guard calls him in the background. "Off the phone."

"No, I still have 8 minutes. Let me talk to my kid."

"An officer wants to speak with you, come on hang up."

I hear Taehyung take a moment to leave a sigh.

"Li, I have to go."

"I-it's fine..."

"We'll talk longer next week, I promise."

"Okay." I smile half-heartedly to disguise the tears filling my eyes. "Love you."

"Love you too."

Then he hangs up.

...I only got two minutes.

Even though the call's ended, I sit with the phone still held to my ear, trying to fight back the tears as if one little movement will cause them to spill.

But my lips tremble and hand falls week as I begin to sob quietly into my hands. Taesun crawls towards me and with his tiny little palm on my lap, innocently watching me with a tilted head as I continue to cry.

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—AUTHOR'S POV—

As soon as Taehyung hangs up the call, he shoots an infuriated look to the prison guard.

"What the hell was that? I still had time."

"Officer Marrant—"

"What does officer Marrant have to say that's so important that I couldn't speak to my family for a few more minutes? I don't get visits. And now you're cutting my calls too?"

"Quit complaining and follow me to third ward." He rolls his eyes.

"Fine, but I want longer minutes next week." He groans, leaving the phone booth and following the guard.

Once they reach the hallway, the guard leads Taehyung in a small room where he's met with one of the prison sector's main supervisors.

"Okay. Why am I here?"

"Judge Williams, the one who handled your case years ago, responded to your request for class D home visits."

"Really? What did he say??"

The man looks down his papers momentarily.

"He rejected."

"Old bastard." Taehyung leans back in his seat.

"Instead, he requested that you'd pack your things on Saturday."

"...What for?"

"You're leaving next week on early bail, so you'll need to collect any possessions shortly for your dismissal."

"WHAT? Wait wait wait... They're letting me out EARLY? Why?!"

"I guess the old man feels empathetic. He says you're not a threat, and doesn't see the need to hold you here any longer. You'll get to surprise your family early ON the condition that you'll stay on a zero tolerance probation for the next ten months."

The rest of his words don't even matter anymore, because all Taehyung does is ogle at the officer with a massive boxy grin.

"Yah, quit staring at me like that and go back to your cell. You still have labour to do today." He shoos him off.

The officer from earlier returns Taehyung to his cell, he slumps back onto his singular, rock-hard bed and runs a hand through his hair, stopping halfway to tug on his locks before running his hands down his face.

The news only now sinks in... It hardly felt real.

The beloved photo taped to his wall immediately catches his eye. He stares at Taesun's ultrasound print-out from a whole perspective. The perspective of a father who's going to see his woman and child in as little as a week... Who's going to hold his son in his arms and bounce him like a father should.

Taehyung leans forward with his elbows on his knees and palms wrapped together, shedding both laughter and tears of joy in his cell for the very first time.