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Months after the World Tour "RUN IT" started, Jeongin started to have a bitter feeling taking his sleep away, setting up in his bones when he realizes that by it's end came—the inevitable.
“Aegi, look at me,” Minho held both of Jeongin's hands on his own. Too big for an omega, Minho's too small for an alpha. Jeongin didn’t lifted up his gaze, eyes fixated on how their hands fitted perfectly together, “just two years, I will be back sooner than you expect.”
They sat them on a round table. Managers picking up schedules and when to start leaving, when was better to wait so they could all go in one sitting, what projects the remaining members would work on meanwhile they got to be an eight member group again.
Jeongin stopped listening at some point, his ears filled with wool and now didn't even dare to name it, he wasn't ready to start that stage of his life. After eight years of living attached by the hip to his pack, only three of those officially mated.
He hated the fact that he was the one leaving first, his alpha.
If he was being childish he didn't care. The moment jeongin couldn’t help but run away as soon as the meeting ended. Tears burned at the corners of his eyes, he didn’t want to be the typical omega to blame hormones, but his cycle was very close, the last he would spend with Minho before he had to leave for the fuck ass mandatory military service.
Jeongin couldn't allow that to happen yet.
“I just— I don’t like that when you're coming back I will have to go. That’s—“ Jeongins breath was hitching, those tears were fighting hard and he really didn’t want to let them go down, “not fair, it makes the wait even longer.”
Minho pulled him in a hug that made him feel so small even with the height difference, he was his omega after all, “Chan-ah and Lixie are planning on having the packs first pup, maybe that will keep you busy? to not miss me so much?”
Jeongin shook his head just were Minho's scent concentrated in a way that made him feel dizzy, already missing him even if they would share bed that night, “I wish there was a way to delay it a little bit.”
Minho hummed in agreement, he was aching too, but there was nothing he could do either. The call was done, shortly after the tour ended, by the moment he turned twenty-eight he’d have to leave.
It was mere, cruel doing of the company, they said the sooner they complete their service and can be together again as a group, the better. But maybe, just maybe there was something he could do that wouldn't hurt anyone to try—maybe Chan's pack alpha pride of not being the provider of the first pup, but Jeongin always knew how to get his way.
Minho was staying for a little longer, and only a pup could give them that chance.
He decided to stop taking the pills pre-scripted to omega idols the night after that meeting, so his hormones had the time to become a little normal after all those years of taking heartless anti-pup medicine—he hated them but was that or an implant, fucking company rules—, he had a week or so before pre-heat symptoms started.
After they finished the wing of the tour they were right now, they had time to vacay for a bit after heading to Japan.
As he predicted, his heat bashed right after they settled and as always, Minho took care of him.
He would have liked more to make his nest in the comfort of his own bedroom, but this had to do. Not that he could complain when Minho kept him knotted and pupped up four whole days as some hotel room in Tokyo was the witness of murmured promises to his skin of giving him a whole litter when as soon as they had the Chance.
So romantic of him, what a coincidence for the occasion.
Faking panic over texts to their pack leader about a cheap test with two lines that marked positive: check.
Three knocks to his hotel room filled the silence after Chan left him on read, Jeongin expected him to be mad at him for being irresponsible, he never had an "accident" of this kind, but Chan just hugged him and had a trusted close manager to drove them around Toronto to take a blood test, just before they had to leave to Europe.
The million NDA contracts they made sign the whole hospital tired him badly. Minho had asked how his date with Hyunjin went, he just snuggled with his back to Minho's broad chest and fell asleep instantly, the alphas hand obliviously caressing were their baby was growing.
Because his plan worked, he was pregnant with Minho's pup.
An envelope at the bottom of his travel suitcase confirming the future he had written for them.
Now that everything was set, hiding the pregnancy was the hardest part.
The swelling of his womb wouldn't be noticeable for a few more weeks. Chan would sneak him vitamins to keep him healthy while he was running out of excuses to not make his change of routine look so weird. He would attribute the mood swings to tiredness, every tour stop made him him feel like running a marathon every day.
The random pangs of sickness were definitely the worst of it.
“Yang Jeongin-ssi, let's hit the gym today?”
Changbin locks his arm around Jeongin's shoulders, interrupting his try to stabilize the —controlled by now— cold wave making his stomach roll as he made his way to grab more snacks from the green room, “oh, uh. Sorry hyung, I’m kinda tired, maybe—“
“Tch, when has that stopped you?”
“Maybe other time, bin-ah.”
Jeongin sighs relieved when Changbin lets the theme go easily as the other alpha approached them, Minho takes his usual tuna with rice and gives Jeongin a pat on his lower back with a loving look Jeongin couldn't help but feel guilty about, an uneasy feeling settling up his chest.
He had to tell him that night.
Jeongin was waiting for the cab when he felt a kiss planted on his temple, too lost in his own thoughts to notice Minho entering the room, “lets talk home.”
The hotel room, he meant. But every place was home if Minho is with him.
There Jeongin couldn't stop fidgeting with the ring on his index finger, Minho took his hand on the way and they did their separated night routines. Soft knocks broke the silence of the night “aegi?” Jeongin took a deep breath, a whine in answer.
He couldn't do it.
Distress in his scent was filtering through the bathroom door where he was hiding, “What's the matter, baby boy?” Minho asks softly, scared of scaring him, Jeongin ducks his head down at the tone, even if he cant see him right now.
"I'm sorry, God. I fucked up, hyung. Please don't be mad at me."
Minho makes a wounded sound at the other side of the door, the barrier making his alpha yowl in pain, “I could never, I promise, aegi. Open the door? please?”
Jeongin takes a few seconds before leaving the door ajar, just enough for Minho to push in before he is sitting on the border of the tub again, with a robe loosely wrapped around him and the envelope in his shaking hands.
"I made a stupid decision. I didn't even ask you, I just— I needed more time…"
After taking the envelope from him, Minho ignores the stick falling on his lap and reads through the tests results for so long Jeongin can't help the tears falling down his cheeks, "I stopped taking my pills after the service meeting, my heat was so close I felt I had to at least try give us more time. This is all my fault—" Minho doesn’t let him take the blame because the next second he was kissing his pain away.
a wet ‘hyung’ falls from Jeongin's lips before Minho is kissing him again and again until he is giggling, “hyung, stop! say something!”
“my beautiful, silly omega,” Minho reaches out for another kiss and Jeongin receives him gently, a hand reaches for his belly, “you did all of this? for me?”
"Technically—and without knowing—you helped," Jeongin giggles, a smile creeps through his face in that shy way that has Minho falling to his knees on the spot, blushing pink across the cheeks as Minho reaches for him, “sorry, aren't you mad?”
“how could I? we're going to be fathers,” Minho shook his head, takes the knot of the robe, undoing it slowly, "how are you feeling?"
"Scared, happy, mostly tired…" Jeongin scrapes his nails through the damp strands of his damp hair as Minho hums, settling better between Jeongin's thighs, "Channie-hyung helped me sneak a doctor last week, she said I can keep hiding for the rest of the tour. Rest diligently right after and eat well."
Jeongin finds cute how his scent gets stronger as his eyes get fixated upon his navel, a bitter note hinting jealousy at the mention of another alpha taking him to check up seconds before leaning to nose at the soft skin of his middle, “my pup, please be strong.”
Jeongin furrows his eyebrows, shaking his head at his alpha's manners, a sad smile gets painted on his face when tears threaten to fall down again, “you knew, right?”
Minho nods, “I made my guesses.”
Jeongin's body gives a whole jerk with anxiety. What if he wasn't careful enough? what if other people noticed too?
Minho holds him with soothing care like he can read his mind, sinking his nose into his belly as if it hurts him to be far, “I was trying to convince myself I was making it up, I heard you in the bathroom a morning and that almost confirmed it for me. But this,” Minho takes a deep breath right were Jeongin’s sensitive scent gland rests, in the inside of his thigh the mating mark hiding their secret from public eye, “I would keep you pupped round all the time, just so I can smell you sweet and milky forever."
"hyung, please…" a cry rousing needlessness gets trapped by Jeongin's troat when Minho nibs over the mark, drowning on the mixing of his alphas satisfied scent and his own aroused one.
"my omega, carrying my pup,” Minho stands up, taking Jeongin nuptial style to the bed, "we will figure this out."
The last wing of the tour was somehow easier and the hardest at the same time. With the start of the second trimester—another inevitable talk.
"Do you understand the consequences that this will bring not only to you, but the whole group?"
Yes, Jeongin thought about it every single night.
If he had ruined their lives, if the group had to be over because of his selfishness, his immaturity. Was it really so egoistic of him? Jeongin always wanted to be a father, even before mating. He asked if Minho was on the same path too, then they had fantasized about younglings running around looking just like them, bring them to shows, have them on a big screen with the chest swollen in pride, tell everyone 'this is the family we created, what we always wanted'.
"We do," Minho states, sharp.
The director takes a look at Jeongin, scanning slowly down his physique and stopping on his middle. Jeongin instinctively reaches for it as if protecting the little life growing on there, just a small bump hiding behind his oversized hoodie.
"Pack alpha, any thoughts?"
Chan tenses standing next to Minho, "we support them," he places a hand on Jeongin's shoulder, "there's not much to change, the group was already to be put on hold while some members went to service. Lixie— Felix and I were planning on having the first packs pup, that was already approved, I dont see why Minho and Jeongin taking that lead would be a problem."
"Is likely for Minho-ssi to receive backlash for postponing his enlistment," the man directs his gaze back to Minho, "unless you go anyway."
"I will stay with my omega for the rest of his pregnancy," Minho's voice fills the room as soon as the director stops talking, not leaving chance for doubt, "there's a six month leave under the legal framework that I can take after the pup is born. Then I will enlist to finish on time, like we scheduled for the rest of the group to come back all together."
Jeongin fidgets with his ring as silence extends for a few minutes, wishing he could spread soothing pheromones to alleviate some tension on the room. Rubbing circles on Minho's hand under the table was the most he could do.
The director sighs, but he nods and gives the couple a tight smile, "congratulations, to both of you. Chan-ssi, I would like to speak to you on private."
Jeongin gave Chan a final look before leaving the room and going with the rest. when they gave the notice to the whole pack, Jeongin expressed his wants on publicly announcing his pregnancy.
As pack and group leader, Chan had agreed, he would have wanted to do the same if it was him, being honest. Jeongin felt warm and fuzzy in his chest when his pack erupted in congrats and 'we knew it's', so, they made the decision of waiting for when they had a little time off before starting preparations for the final encore.
it would be scandalous, before dropping that bomb to stay, they wanted to give them a big notice first.
"Stay! Did you have fun?!" Chan shouts to the mic, the crowd bursting into an unison 'yes!' with the same energy, "it has been so fun for us too."
Jisung and Hyunjin agree way too close to Jeongin's personal space, "this tour was really special for us," Minho continues for him, locking eyes with Jeongin as he playfully swats his hyungs away.
"The pack announcement took you by surprise, huh?" Seungmin chirps at the camera, his grin big as the screen behind them.
"Closing a stage of our lives that made us grow, not only as a group but as a pack, and individually too," Changbin nudges in, taking the beta by the scruff while Seungmin squirm under his touch, "I am really grateful for all the time we have spend together this last eight years."
The crowd coos awed by the meaning of those words.
Jeongin takes the mic from his pocket, beaming down, unable to face the hundreds of people right there in that dome, "there will be stray kids for long. After all, this is a family that we created, and stay is what made the scene feel like home," Jeongin breathes deeply when Minho reaches to stand by his side, he puts a supportive hand by his hip. "I feel deeply in my heart that this is the life I always wanted, so I— I wanted to make you, Stay, part of every little milestone we take."
Jeongin looks around to find encouraging nods and big smiles, for a moment, the world stops.
With shaking hands, he undoes the zipper of the sweater the stylist noonas put him for the last encore, to reveal a fitted shirt with nothing but a baby Foxi.Ny doodle right were the smallest bump makes a shy appearance as the camera zooms in as the crowd has mixed reactions, the only thing his ears end up pick up are 'aws' and surprised gasps when Minho reaches to round his belly.
"Quite another surprise, Isn't it?"
"Imagine when they told us."
"Uwaaa, the baby bread position has been dethroned."
Jeongin cant register which comments are whose, the public cheering and murmuring, millions of blinding flashes snapping at the same time. None of that matters when the galaxy of Minho's eyes are shining brighter than the whole night sky and Stay's light-sticks combined.
It didn't matter after Minho put the mic down to mouth 'I love you' like they are the only people standing there.
It matters less that this was a desperate measure Jeongin took when he wasn't thinking straight, driven by emotions and his love for the alpha, because this was their new life, and he could never have been more certain of wanting to live with Minho, so he answers 'I love you' back.