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Yoongi was never much of a people’s person. So it makes sense he doesn’t really get to know his neighbors when he moves to his new apartment. He tries to at least greet them when running into them in the halls, but not much else.
His next door neighbor is much the same, but Yoongi knows his name’s Jimin. Yoongi also knows Jimin is a tiny omega who smells like cinnamon. Jimin is two years younger than Yoongi and Jimin has a boyfriend.
That was the extent of knowledge Yoongi has of his neighbor – or not. Yoongi knows Jimin has tiny hands, that his eyes disappear when he smiles and that he feeds the stray cats that live on their building’s back alley.
Yoongi might have a tiny crush on Jimin.
But really, who would blame him?
--
Yoongi had moved in for three whole months when he hears The Fight next door. Fights aren’t unusual, even if they’re mostly one-sided – the boyfriend yelling and Jimin obviously trying to hush and appease him.
This one, though. Jimin’s the one yelling, even throwing things from the sounds of it; the boyfriend uselessly trying to get a word in.
Yoongi can’t hear everything they’re saying, but as far as he can tell Jimin’s boyfriend cheated on him and Jimin caught him. Yoongi felt a sudden rush of anger – how could anyone cheat on such a sweet little thing like Jimin?
He hears the neighbor’s door loudly opening, followed by more yelling. Yoongi’s ready to get up and go out there to intervene, beat the shit out of Jimin’s now ex-boyfriend if necessary.
But Yoongi can tell Jimin handles himself just fine – kicking the alpha scumbag out while throwing his shit at him.
(Yoongi would only know of this detail the next day, when he finds stray socks and underwear down the stairs.)
The door closes with a loud bang and the lock sounds resolute. The ex-boyfriend tries knocking, but gives up pretty fast.
Yoongi smiles to himself.
The next morning, as Yoongi steps out to work, he finds a small potted cactus sitting on his doorstep, a note attached to the vase.
“Sorry for the noise :(“
--
Jimin changes his locks and two more months go by. Yoongi makes a point to always greet the small omega whenever they run into each other. Jimin gives him a shy smile every time.
It’s in one of such encounters that Yoongi notices the slight change in Jimin’s smell. The cinnamon was still there, sweet and spicy. But there’s a certain milky undertone that wasn’t there before.
The scumbag ex-boyfriend went and got Jimin pregnant before cheating on him.
Yoongi won’t pry. It’s not his place to ask, and they barely know each other. But he promises himself he’ll do whatever he can to help Jimin.
--
Yoongi’s coming home from work when he sees Jimin struggling to open the building’s door with his arms full of grocery bags. The alpha speeds up the last few steps to help him, Jimin’s groceries almost spilling to the ground.
The omega startles when Yoongi takes his bags from him, and needs a moment to fully grasp what’s happening.
“Ah, Yoongi-ssi –“
“I’ve got it. It’s okay.”
Jimin hesitates for a second, but turns to unlock the door with his keys. But Yoongi doesn’t give the bags back even when they’re both inside the building. Without a word, he heads for the stairs. Jimin splutters, and takes a while to follow.
Yoongi only stops in front of Jimin’s door.
“Yoongi-ssi, you really didn’t…”
“Call me hyung, Jimin-ah.” Yoongi interrupts, smiling softly.
Jimin blinks.
“Okay.” The omega smiles. “Thank you, hyung.”
--
Contrary to popular belief, Yoongi does like to cook his own dinner. He’d cook large amounts, enough to last for a few days, and he saved time and money this way. It’s a Saturday night and Yoongi feels ambitious enough to try his hand at making lasagna. He’d have to freeze some of it later, and it’d last him a good while.
He’s just gotten his masterpiece out of the oven when he hears a timid knock on his door. Yoongi frowns, taking off his oven mittens on his way out of the kitchen.
On his doorstep, in all his pregnant glory, stands Jimin. The omega looks nervous, small hands holding a plate in front of himself.
Yoongi’s so distracted by Jimin’s small but very obvious baby bump he misses the omega’s first few sentences.
“– really sorry to bother you…” Jimin looks down, biting his lip nervously. Yoongi shakes his head, dragging his eyes from Jimin’s belly to his face.
“Sorry, Jimin-ah, can you repeat that?”
“Ah, hm…” The omega fumbles with his plate. “If– if it’s not too much trouble, could you– ah, give me a portion of whatever you’re making? Please?” Jimin looks up, cheeks rosy with a blush. “It smells really good, Yoongi-hyung.”
Ah. Pregnancy cravings. That makes sense.
“Of course.” Yoongi smiles. “No need for that plate, you’re welcome to eat with me.”
“I wouldn’t want to impose–“
“Don’t be silly, Jiminie.” Yoongi doesn’t even notice the nickname slip, gesturing for Jimin to come in. “I’d like your company.”
Jimin hesitates.
“Okay…”
Half of Yoongi’s lasagna ends up in Jimin’s fridge after dinner.
--
After that fateful dinner they get much closer. Yoongi would make a point to cook extra food justo to give half of it to Jimin. The omega would try to deny the food at first, but Yoongi always convinces him to take it.
Yoongi tries helping Jimin in any way he can – the alpha’s more than a little worried about a pregnant omega living by himself, with no visits whatsoever.
When Yoongi finds out Jimin’s behind on his rent, he doesn’t think twice before paying off the omega’s debt to their landlord.
Jimin gets really mad, but Yoongi still thinks it’s worth it. Especially when he has a lapful of tiny, sleepy omega that evening, a “you smell like coffee, hyung” mumbled against his neck.
--
In one of the rare occasions Jimin’s the one to ask for help, they go out to buy the baby’s crib. After all their movie nights and dinners together, it feels weirdly like a date.
They’re in the store when Yoongi first notices the looks other people give Jimin. Shameless staring and judgemental scoffing towards the sweet omega, who was busy choosing a crib for his baby.
Yoongi frowns, opening his mouth to give these people a few choice words.
“It’s okay, hyung.” Jimin says quietly, before Yoongi does anything, a gentle touch to the alpha’s arm. “I’m used to it.”
Yoongi turns to Jimin in disbelief that something like this happens often enough for Jimin to be used to it.
“Pregnant omega with no alpha scent? People stare.” Jimin shrugs.
“I could scent mark you.” Yoongi blurts out, his brain-to-mouth filter temporarily gone.
Jimin arches his eyebrows in surprise.
“Could you?”
They’d never talked about their relationship at all, and maybe Yoongi’s being stupid for offering. But he won’t go back on his offer.
“I mean, if you want to… I’d be happy to do it.”
“I’d like that.” Jimin smiles.
--
Yoongi puts the crib together and sets it up in Jimin’s room. It’s a cheap but sturdy thing, painted in white. Yoongi even sets up the bedding – complete with a dinosaur plushy – before calling Jimin to inspect it.
The omega smiles his sunshine smile and thanks Yoongi with a kiss.
The kiss turns into the promised scent marking – and that turns into more kisses. Yoongi’s pleased to have Jimin covered in his coffee scent. The spicy cinnamon of the omega himself and the milky undertone of the baby makes Yoongi smile.
“You smell like a spicy latte.” Yoongi mumbles against Jimin’s neck.
Jimin giggles. “Good.”
It’s not a surprise when clothes start being shed. Jimin’s six months pregnant and Yoongi can’t help but splay his hand across Jimin’s baby bump. It’s not his child there, but in that moment it feels like it. He’ll gladly be part of that baby’s life.
“You’re so beautiful.” Yoongi whispers, carefully guiding Jimin to the bed without raising his lips from the omega’s skin.
They fuck while spooning, Jimin’s leg thrown over Yoongi’s hip for a better angle. The alpha has one hand holding Jimin’s thigh in place, and the other over Jimin’s belly.
Jimin comes untouched with a soft sigh, and when Yoongi feels his knot expanding he moves to pull out. But Jimin holds him in place with a firm grip.
“Stay.”
Yoongi nods, pulling Jimin even closer as his knot locks them together.
--
“I gotta move, hyung.”
Jimin drops the bomb mid breakfast, and Yoongi chokes on his coffee.
“Wait, what.”
Jimin pushes his eggs around, eyes firmly glued to his plate.
“I was supposed to move in with… you know. With everything that’s happened I forgot my lease would be up soon. The landlord gave me a notice. He already has a new tenant…”
Yoongi doesn’t hesitate.
“Move in with me.”
That makes the omega look up with wide eyes. “Are you serious?”
“Of course I’m serious, Jimin-ah.” Yoongi takes Jimin’s small hand in his. “It won’t make that much of a difference, if you think about it. I cook for both of us, you spend a lot of your time here…”
“In two months it won’t be just me, hyung.” Jimin averts his gaze, biting his lip.
“I know that. But how can I take care of my babes if they move away from me?” Yoongi smiles, tilting Jimin’s head up to kiss him gently.
--
Yoongi’s the one to move all of Jimin’s stuff – like hell he’d let an eight month pregnant omega do any heavy lifting. Jimin doesn’t have much; the only furniture the omega actually owns is the baby crib and his mattress. Clothing and books don’t take much time at all to move, even with all the baby stuff Jimin had been buying.
It only takes one afternoon for Jimin to be officially living with Yoongi.
“I hope you don’t regret this, hyung.” Jimin says quietly, playing with the hem of Yoongi’s shirt where they’re cuddling on the couch.
“I’m sure I won’t, Minnie.”
--
Yoongi is half asleep on the couch when Jimin comes out of his long warm bath, skin flushed and still damp. The omega waddles a little to walk now, full nine months pregnant and a huge belly.
Whenever he complains about his sore back or swollen feet Yoongi will always drop everything to give Jimin a massage.
But Jimin looks relaxed now, and he just waddles towards the couch to make himself comfortable on Yoongi's lap. Yoongi just lets him, one arm securing Jimin against his body while his free hand instantly rests on Jimin's belly.
“You kinda look like a penguin when walking.” Yoongi says, kissing the omega's neck. Jimin huffs, but doesn’t say anything against it. “It’s cute. My little penguin.”
They spend a long time cuddling on the couch, with soft kisses and gentle touches.
--
Jimin goes into labor past 1AM at night.
Yoongi wakes up to the omega’s pained noises, taking a second to process it really is time. They had false alarms before, but this time is obviously the real deal.
The alpha gets Jimin’s maternity bag – packed and ready to go for weeks now – and the car keys, unceremoniously carrying the omega to the car. It breaks Yoongi’s heart to see Jimin in so much pain, even if he knows the outcome will be great.
In the hospital everyone assumes Yoongi’s the father, and Yoongi doesn’t bother correcting them. He stays with Jimin the whole time, letting the omega squeeze his hand with each contraction. The alpha helps Jimin keep breathing properly, and brushes the tears out of his face when the pain gets to be too much to handle.
Jimin doesn’t curse, doesn’t yell. He looks completely exhausted when his baby girl’s cries for the first time.
It’s past five in the morning when they get a moment alone.
Jimin looks at his daughter with stars in his eyes and so, so much love.
“Minnie, you should get some sleep.” Yoongi says in a whisper, brushing the omega’s hair gently.
“In a moment, hyung.” Is his answer.
Yoongi takes the baby’s hand in his with a soft touch, watching in awe when the tiny first closes around his finger.
“She’s amazing.” Yoongi breathes. He can feel he already loves that tiny little thing so much.
Jimin looks up with a tired smile.
“We make the best spicy latte.”