Jungkook went to get some bread.

— bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Taehyung sat on the cold kitchen floor, wrapping his arms around his huge belly. He was far along now, almost forty weeks. He had been staring at the door with empty eyes for what felt like an eternity, even though Jungkook had only left six hours ago. Or was it six months?

He had gone out for bread. He said they were out of white bread and walked out the door. Taehyung had smiled then, stroking his belly and thinking, "How thoughtful." But Jungkook didn't return after an hour, or two.

And now, Taehyung heard the key turning in the front door. His heart skipped a beat, then began to hammer somewhere in his throat. The door opened. Jungkook stood on the threshold. Disheveled, with red eyes, wearing an old, stretched-out hoodie. In his right hand, he held a loaf of white bread.

Taehyung looked at him. He wanted to scream, to throw something at him, but the baby stirred inside, and Taehyung let out a sharp, ragged breath.

Jungkook stepped forward. He looked at Taehyung's huge belly, at his pale face, at the tears he was trying to hide.

Taehyung closed his eyes. And in that moment, a pain sliced through his lower abdomen so sharply it took his breath away. He gripped the back of a chair, gritting his teeth.

"I'm home," Jungkook said carelessly, not realizing that the contractions had started. "Sorry it took so long. I was getting bread. Can you believe it? The lines were huge."