The monsoon clouds hung low over Seoul that evening, their weight pressing down on the city like the anticipation in the kimjeon mansion. For the past week, Jungkook had been restless — his swollen belly heavy, his ankles tender, his emotions swinging between laughter and tears. Tae never left his side, shadowing him everywhere, his warm palm constantly on kookie’s back as if afraid he might vanish if he looked away.

kookie sat on the couch, one hand absentmindedly caressing the curve of his stomach. He winced as a contraction gripped him, sharp but not yet unbearable.

kookie (soft, breathless): Tae… it’s starting again.

Tae (instantly alert): How close was that to the last one, bunny?

kookie: Maybe… seven minutes? I think they’re getting stronger.

Tae’s eyes flicked toward his phone, already timing each wave, his free hand stroking kookie’s hair.

From the kitchen, jin appeared with a tray of soup, his model-like figure softened by the maternal worry in his eyes.

jin: Kookie, kiddo, you have to keep eating even if it’s uncomfortable. Strength is everything right now.

Nam followed behind, tall and imposing even in casual clothes, his cold aura softening only for his son-in-law. He sat opposite kookie, his sharp eyes reading every twitch, every breath.

Nam: If contractions are regular, we’re going to the hospital. No risks. Not with you.

Across the room, suga leaned against the wall, arms crossed, sharp eyes betraying his inner storm. Jimin stood beside him, hand entwined with suga, trying to anchor his husband’s nerves.

Jimin (softly, to suga): He’ll be fine. Doctors are ready. Tae is right there.

Suga (quiet but firm): He’s still my baby. I don’t care if he’s a world star or a parent himself now… he’s still my baby.

Even j hope had shown up, silent in the corner, his aura dangerous to outsiders but protective here. He caught Tae’s eye once, and in that silent look was a vow: If anything happens to kookie, the world will burn.

Another contraction hit. kookie doubled forward, clutching Tae’s arm.

kookie (hissing): Tae— it’s stronger—

Tae (kneeling, eyes frantic): Breathe with me, bunny. Look at me. In… out… in… out…

Everyone froze. The house itself seemed to hold its breath. When kookie finally relaxed back against the cushions, drenched in sweat, jin’s voice broke the silence.

jin: We’re not waiting anymore. It’s time.

The Hospital

The black vans pulled up at the private hospital. Security moved first, ensuring paparazzi and fans were nowhere near the entrance. The family walked in as one — an empire unto themselves. Nurses whispered, recognizing faces they only ever saw on magazine covers and business journals.

kookie was wheeled into the labor and delivery ward, Tae gripping his hand the whole way.

The doctor, a calm woman in her forties, greeted them.

Doctor: Mr. Kim Jeon, you’re dilated four centimeters. Contractions are regular. It’s early active labor — we’ll move you to a delivery room. This will take hours.

kookie (trembling): Hours…?

Tae (soft, kissing his forehead): I’ll count every second with you.

They settled into the delivery room — machines beeping, IVs set, monitors tracking both kook’s heart and the baby’s. Tae sat at his side, stroking his knuckles.

As the hours dragged, kookie cried, laughed, cursed, and clung.

kookie (sobbing after a contraction): Tae, I can’t… it hurts so much.

Tae (pressing his forehead to kookie’s): You can. You’re stronger than anyone I know. Please… just squeeze my hand, break my bones if you have to. I’m not going anywhere.

Suga stepped in, surprising everyone, and placed a damp cloth on kookie’s forehead.

Suga (voice breaking): I went through worse to bring you into this world, kookie. You’ll get through this too. You’re my son.

kookie smiled weakly at his mother, tears streaming.

Hours passed. Contractions grew relentless, the air thick with kookie’s cries, Tae’s whispers, the family’s prayers. By the time the doctor declared ten centimeters, kookie was trembling, exhausted, but fire burned in his eyes.

Doctor: It’s time to push.

Delivery

The room became a battlefield. Nurses positioned kookie, Tae braced beside him, one hand gripping kookie’s while the other stroked his hair.

Doctor: Alright, Jungkook. With the next contraction, push as hard as you can. Don’t hold back.

The contraction hit. kookie screamed, body curling forward, every muscle straining.

kookie (shouting): Tae!!

Tae (voice shaking, desperate): I’m here, baby, I’m here. Breathe— push— yes, just like that—

kookie collapsed back, sobbing.

kookie: I can’t— I can’t—

Tae (kissing his hand): You can. You’re mine. My strongest, bravest love. Do this with me.

He pushed again, and again, screams tearing from his throat. jin cried silently, hands clasped. Jimin whispered prayers. Even Nam’s jaw trembled, hands fisted in helpless fear. Jhope paced like a caged beast.

Finally — a sharp cry cut through the room.

The baby.

The doctor lifted the tiny, squirming form, the sound of new life filling every corner.

Doctor (smiling): Congratulations. It’s a healthy baby.

kookie collapsed, tears streaming, chest heaving. Tae broke completely, sobbing into kookie’s shoulder, kissing him again and again.

Tae (weeping): You did it… my love, you did it. Our baby… our universe…

The nurse placed the baby against kookie’s chest. Tiny fingers curled instinctively around kookie’s skin. kookie gasped, looking down at the miracle.

kookie (whispering, trembling): Tae… look… it’s ours…

Tae (pressing his forehead to both of them): Yes. Ours. Forever.

The family gathered, tears falling freely. Suga touched the baby’s head, voice breaking.

Suga: Welcome, little star.

Jimin hugged kookie carefully, kissing his forehead.

Jimin: You’ve given us the greatest gift.

Even Nam bent down, his cold exterior melting.

Nam (gruff, emotional): You’ve made us grandparents. And I swear, nothing will ever touch this child.

Jhope finally approached, his terrifying aura gone. He touched the baby’s hand, his lips quirking in a soft, rare smile.

Jhope: Tiny thing doesn’t even know the world belongs to him already.

Aftermath

The news exploded hours later. Hospitals couldn’t hide forever. Reporters caught wind: Taekook baby born.

The internet crashed.

ARMY tweets:

“TAEKOOK ARE parents!!! OUR FAMILY GREW!!!”

“I can’t stop crying. This baby is so loved already.”

“ARMY aunties and uncles, assemble — we’re babysitting duty!”

“Protect Taekook’s baby at all costs. Our little ARMY prince/princess.”

Fans lit up cities with purple lights, social media turned into a global festival.

Inside the hospital, Tae sat on the bed, kookie asleep against him, baby nestled between them. He stroked kookie’s hair, whispering into the quiet.

Tae: I’ll love you both until my last breath. You’re my reason, my eternity.

kookie stirred, opening tired eyes, smiling faintly.

kookie: Our universe is here, Tae.

Tae kissed him softly, fiercely.

And in that sterile hospital room, surrounded by family and love, the world’s most feared, most admired, most ruthless people became soft — for the tiny miracle that had just arrived.

✨ The day Taekook became parents, the world shifted. For them, it wasn’t fame or power anymore. It was family. It was love. It was forever.

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